All language subtitles for Highway.To.Heaven.S02E08.The.Smile.in.the.Third.Row.1080p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

[music playing]

Wow.

I'm in New York City.

I mean, this place
is up, I mean up.

You know, you wanna see a
bird, you gotta look down.

Oh, this is some
place to hang out.

I just wish I knew
why we were here.

[knocking]

That just might
be your answer.

Dry cleaning for Mr. Smith?

Yes.

Thank you very much.
- Thanks.

You bet.

What's that stuff?

Dry cleaning.

We didn't send anything out.

I know that.

But Father Smith has to
go to the theater tonight.

Just you?

Now, would I do that to you?

Oh, I get to go too?

Sure you do.

You gotta deliver
these to Fred Fusco.

[chattering]

Look at me, weak,
pallid, miserable.

I'm a desperate man.

Freddie, listen to me.

On behalf of my sister
Snuffy and my nephew

Ed, of whom I'm
the sole support,

allow me a shred
of my reputation

so that I may work again.

Close the show.

Freddie, I have
faith in this play.

It's about God.

You wouldn't bring down
the curtain on God.

God is merciful.

He wouldn't inflict this
lemon on his people.

Let me buy my way
out of the contract.

Freddie, if we can
keep the play running,

we will get word of mouth.

Word of mouth?

We've got word of mouth.

The word is, "don't go."

[knocking]

Hello, Uncle Fred.

Oh, am I interrupting something?

Hello, Mr. Milhaus,
Mr. Corcoran.

- Hello, Ed.
- Mhm.

What is it now, Ed?

Well, if you're busy, I--

I'm never too
busy for you, Ed.

How much?

Well, it's to repair the car.

How much?

Well, I don't know.

I won't know until
I pick up the car.

Why don't you just
sign the check and I'll

fill in the figure later?

Thank you.

What would I do without you?

I'd love to find out.

You know what's
wrong with the play?

It needs some laughs
in the third act.

Fred, you die
in the third act.

It's hard to make that funny.

Yeah, well, we'll have
dinner after the show.

We'll talk about it.

I'll see you there.

FRED: Yeah.

Well, I guess it's time
to get ready for the show.

Where's my dresser?

He quit.

Why?

Freddie, you pushed him.

What?

A little push.

Out of the room
and down the stairs?

So sue me.

Freddie, he is suing you.

That's the fourth dresser
that you've had in two weeks.

So I'm afraid that,
this performance,

you're gonna have
to dress yourself.

Oh, come on, Arnold.

It's easy to be a dresser.

All he has to do is
hand me my clothes.

Anybody can do that.

[knocking]

Mr. Fusco, your clothes.

Just the man I'm looking for.

Third row, second seat, sir.

Thank you very much.

I can't seem to
get the seat down.

It must be broken.

Take the one next to it.

JOHNATHAN: Thank you very much.

I know I--

I didn't always do
the best, but I--

well, I know that.

But I tried.

I tried to do the best
with whatever I had.

I didn't know that you cared.

You know, I used to talk to
you, when I was very young,

in the dark, wish for things.

But whatever I wished
for never came about.

So I figured you
weren't listening.

So I stopped talking to you,
stop wishing for things.

But I'm wishing now, God.

I'm wishing that you never
leave me out alone in the dark.

Are you listening, Lord?

[heavenly music]

Right this way, gentlemen.

Oh, yeah?

I didn't know you
were star-struck.

ROBERT: The fact is, I
dream it, the whole play.

Total inspiration.

Bob Milhaus, the writer.

Oh, yeah?

Right.

Arnold Corcoran's in there?

Nobody's coming to this
theater, but we are running.

He loves the play.

But Fusco doesn't.

He wants to turn
it into a comedy,

get some laughs in the
third act, quote, unquote.

BOB: Mr. Sensitive.

Mm.

Mr. Milhaus.

Gordon.

Well, small world.

Well, this is my
pal, Jonathan Smith.

This is Bob Milhaus.

How are you?

Father.

Father.

Walter Cousins, the "Times."

A pleasure, Mr. Cousins.

I write your order?

Well, Fusco's late,
but he'll go for shrimp.

Two shrimp, please.

Shrimp.

Shrimp.

Same.

Five shrimp dinner.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Bob.

Oh, Father.

Father--

Smith.

Father Smith.

I'm glad you're here, Father.

BOB: Fred, I've got a couple
of notions for the third act.

Ah, forget it.

The play goes as it is.

[scoffs] Uh,
Fred, the audience--

The audience
doesn't understand.

It's a great play.

Great play.

[laughs] [scoffs]

I, uh--

I wonder what you would say--

I wonder what you would say if
I told you I saw God tonight.

What?

God.

I saw him tonight.

BOB: All right, Fred.

What's the joke?

FRED: No joke.

I really mean that.

What?

I really do.

The, uh-- God revealed
himself to Moses in the Bible.

Isn't that right, Father?

That's correct.

Well, I didn't read the
book, but I saw the movie.

Charlton Heston saw him.

Well, he did
appear in the desert.

Well, he did it again.

He was in the audience tonight.

In the third row, right
next to you, Father.

Right next to you.

[cars honking]

We got a fridge.

Just going to fill it up.

Hey, have you seen the paper?

Fusco's ordered the seat not
to be sold for any performance

during the run on the show.

You think the boss
really was there?

Oh, come on.

I mean, he told me I was sitting
in the seat next to the seat.

I'm in a seat next to
God, and I'm an angel,

and I don't see him?

And this-- this actor
Fusco says he saw him.

Sorry.

So what do you figure?

Hey, I figure he's in a play
that's not doing very well.

And he feels a little
publicity might help.

Well, he was right.

I was just by the theater.

Big rush at the box office.

I mean, that line is
halfway up the block!

They got television
cameras and reporters

there to interview him!

That should probably
be on right now.

I mean, wouldn't
that be something

if he really did see God?

Oh, come on.
I just told you.

I didn't see him.

I've never seen him.

Hey, don't get testy.

GARY FOX (ON TV):
What was he wearing?

FRED (ON TV): Uh,
wear-- wearing?

I-- I didn't notice.

GARY FOX (ON TV): God was
sitting in the third row.

You didn't notice
what he was wearing?

FRED (ON TV): Well, I--

I-- I don't know.

I-- I don't know.

I-- a dark suit, I guess.

Nothing special.

GARY FOX (ON TV): God wasn't
wearing anything special?

I would think God would be
wearing something very special.

FRED (ON TV): You're making
this sound ludicrous.

GARY FOX (ON TV): Well, look.

No offense, Fred.

I'm just having a little problem
with the idea that the king

of the universe
would take time out

from all that he has to do to
stop in to see a performance

of a Broadway play.

FRED (ON TV): But it's true!

As God is my witness.

GARY FOX (ON TV): Well, this
is where we came in, folks.

[outro music]

This is Gary Fox,
saying you just

never know who you're going
to bump into at the theater

these days.

ED: You must be
crackers, Uncle Fred!

Why would you say a thing
like that on the news?

Because it's true!

I'll tell you what's true.

What's true is Gary Fox made a
famous actor look like a fool!

And what's unfortunate for all
of us is that the actor is you.

I mean, what a thing to make up
just to save a miserable play!

It's not a miserable play.

God thinks it's a good play.

So does the priest.

[doorbell ringing]

Ed, get the door.

Things like this
happen in the Bible.

Really?

Yes.

Well, I'll go down to the
lumber yard and get some wood.

It's supposed to rain tomorrow.

We'll get started on an Ark.

Oh, that's funny, Snuffy.

It happened in the Bible!

I'm Father Smith.

Fred Fusco telephoned me.

Why?

He's not even a Catholic.

How'd you get in here?

The gates locked.

Well, miracles never cease.

All right.

Come in.

Thank you.

Mother!

Uncle Fred's priest is here.

[sighs] Believe
me, Father Smith.

Fred Fusco is a
very fragile person,

mentally and physically.

I've gone through two
nervous breakdowns with him.

Uncle Fred has always
been a man of queer ideas.

Always.

Look, Father.

Fred had a severe heart attack,
thought he was going to die.

Was terrified.

ED: Then this TV
writer, this Milhaus

comes to him with this
play about a man who

was going to die and sees God.

Well, you get the connection.

Yeah, but I really don't--

SNUFFY: Father, the
man is not well!

If you want to help Fred
Fusco, go out and back

and talk him out of this lunacy!

Uncle Fred is
destroying his career!

Why, nobody goes out
and hires crazy people.

I don't like to be crass.

But this house costs money!

And I'm going to college.

You're a student?

Ed, take Father
Smith to your uncle.

Uh, no no.

That's-- that's
perfectly all right.

I'll find my way.

But I, uh--

I wouldn't worry about
Fred's career just yet.

The play's become very popular.

[phone dialing]

Hello.

Yes, I would like two
orchestra tickets for tomorrow

night's performance.

Well, how about Thursday night?

Next Thursday night?

Thank you.

I see.

[phone disconnects]

The play's sold out
three weeks solid.

Hello, Fred.

Oh.

Father.

Well, meet the family?

Oh, yes.

We, uh-- we had a
nice little chat.

Pretty awful, aren't they?

Now, anybody else said it,
I'd fight them to the death.

But I support them.

So I guess I have a right.

Well, there's no law that
says you have to support them.

Well, who else would?

Completely helpless
people, absolutely useless,

positively determined
to stay that way.

17 years Ed's been
going to college.

Snuffy says he hasn't
found himself yet.

You can't find yourself
if there's nobody there!

Come on, why don't
we take a little walk?

You relax a little.

Hey, you're not doing
him any favors, you know?

I mean, why should he change?

He's got a free ride.

I know.

If only I could
get him to realize

there are people in this
world who really need help.

It's only important
that you realize it.

Oh, I do realize it.

You know what I'd like?

I'd like to give it
all away, everything,

to people who need it.

Everybody says I'm lying.

I'm crazy.

What do you think?

I think you're a
very unhappy man.

But am a crazy, unhappy man?

No, I don't think so.

[chatter]

Great tonight, Mr. Fusco.

Thanks, Mark.

Fred.

Oh, Bob, hi.

Thought they'd react to
some of the lines tonight.

Yeah.

Fred, uh, people aren't coming
to see an entertainment.

We're getting believers
on a pilgrimage.

Kooks.

Did you see the
flashbulbs going off?

They were all taking a
picture of God's seat.

Now, I don't want to
sound ungrateful, Freddy.

But, uh-- well, I'd--

I'd like you to back off a
little from what you said.

Why?

Fred, this isn't
a show anymore.

It's a circus.

We don't have a leading man.

We have a clown.

You think I'm a clown, Bob?

This play was a gift, Fred.

A gift to you from God?

Yes!

Yes, right out of sleep.

A gift from God!

I see.

So God can speak to
you, but not to me.

Writers have a direct line.

Actors make it all up.

Oh.

Mark, show the man out, please.

You're a fraud.

[instrumental music]

I want to see the priest.

He knows I'm not a fraud.

[chatter]

[laughs] So God said you
were terrific and that the play

would be a big success.

You saw him say that.

Oh, I-- I didn't
see him speak.

I heard him.

But you-- but you did
see him sitting there.

Oh, as plain as sitting here.

[laughs] I'll tell you, you're
a-- you're a lucky man, Fred,

to, um, imagine you've seen God.

I'm a lot luckier than that.

I didn't imagine it.

You still don't
believe me, do you?

I thought you at
least would give

me the benefit of the doubt.

But Fred, I was
sitting right there.

I was in the next seat.

And I didn't see him!

I've never seen God.

Well, I guess most
priests have never seen God.

I mean, it's not a requirement
for the job, is it?

Fred, what would you say if
I told you I wasn't a priest?

You're not-- not a priest?

No.

What are you?

Are you with the
"National Enquirer?"

Oh, no.

Nothing like that.

I'm, uh-- I'm an angel.

You're an angel?

Oh, I see.

JONATHAN: I know
it sounds crazy.

Oh, just, uh--

just a trifle.

I wish you'd take
my word for it.

Why?

Did you take my word?

I said I saw God.

I didn't say I was God.

You didn't say you saw an angel.

You said you are an angel.

And I am!

Now, doesn't it
make sense to you?

I mean, if one of us
was going to see God,

wouldn't it more
than likely be me?

Hmm.

Well, I'll-- I'll
tell him that next

time he drops by the theater.

[seagulls calling]

Are you listening, Lord?

[dramatic instrumental music]

[applause]

Great show today.

It's standing room
only for a matinee!

Yeah.

Mark, am I crazy?

Let me help you
out of your coat.

My family thinks I'm crazy.

Your friend Jonathan
thinks I'm crazy.

What do you think, Mr. Dresser?

Freddy, excuse me.

I got a kid outside.

Oh, Arnold, please.

He wants to see
the man who saw God.

Oh.

Let him buy a ticket.

Freddy, the kid's
got tumors in his head.

What?

They got a society
for these kids.

They-- they grant
last wishes and stuff.

He wants to meet you.

All-- all right.

Hey, Paul.

Paul Garrett, this is Mr. Fusco.

Hello.

Did you really see God?

Yes, I did.

My father says you
were only kidding.

Were you kidding?

What was he like?

He's very friendly.

He came to see the
play, you know.

I read he liked it.

Yes.

He said he did.

That made me feel good.

I mean, really good.

I'm gonna see
him soon, I think.

Why do you say that?

'Cause I'm going to die.

That's why I came to see you.

To make sure.

I understand.

I was a little afraid.

There's no need to be.

[sighs] Thanks.

Any time.

Goodbye, Mr. Fusco.

Goodbye.

[instrumental music]

Mr. Fusco?

I'll say hi to him for you.

MARK: What do you suppose
Fred's sister wants?

JONATHAN: I don't know.

We'll find out
when we got there.

MARK: Oh, I wish you'd
have seen with that kid.

[chuckles] I'll
tell you something.

I think he saw the
boss in the third row.

SNUFFY: I didn't know
who else to call.

I'm going to see his
psychiatrist today.

He's gone crazy ever
since this God business.

He's giving away our money now.

You've got to help us put
a stop to this immediately.

Well, who is he
giving the money to?

Bums!

What bums?

It was in the
paper this morning.

You know, one of those ads.

You can buy a meal for $1.50.

Some soup kitchen!

And?

SNUFFY: And he bought
2000 meals this morning!

2000.

Look, Father.

I've nothing against God.

But-- [laughs]

Oh, I'm sure he'll be very,
very happy to hear that.

Hiya, Fred.

Ah, the riot squad is here.

My sister sent in the troops.

You all right, Mr. Fusco?

I'm fine.

Fine.

She tell you about
the soup kitchen?

Oh, yes.

FRED: [laughs] You know, I've
got to tell you something.

All my life, I've
been on the take.

Oh, adulation, money.

Hoarded it all out of fear.

Every show was surely my last.

I'd better store it away.

Well, that's over.

I saw that kid.

He's got problems.

I'd like to give him a call
right now, as a matter of fact.

You know, he's the kind of
kid that I should be helping,

instead of that, uh--

well, that bum nephew of mine.

I mean the stuff he calls these
people at the mission-- bums.

They're not real bums.

My nephew is a real bum.

Hello!

Paul Garrett's room.

Yes.

What?

That's impossible.

Well, I was--

[dramatic instrumental music]

Yeah.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

He didn't wake
up this morning.

[quietly sobs]

Fred, as your lawyer
and your friend,

I must tell you I find
this very extreme.

FRED: Now, after these
stocks, it's the bank account,

house, the works.

It all goes to the endowment.

And it all goes in the
name of Paul Garrett.

Right.

Do me a favor.

Get the paperwork done
as quickly as possible

before Snuffy finds out.

LAWYER: All right.

Is tonight too late?

FRED: Oh, perfect.

LAWYER: Fine.

You can sign the
papers at the theater.

All right.

I'll be there with
my pen at the ready.

See you tonight.

Right.

Gentlemen, let's
go to the theater.

[phone dialing]

Hello, Mrs. Davis?

This is Ed.
I'm fine.

I'm fine.

No.

Is-- is my mother there?

Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

Hello, Mother!

We have major trouble over here!

I don't care if you have
24 points in your hand!

I'm talking major
trouble, Mother!

Uncle Fred wants to
give away all our money!

Mother?

Mother?

Hello?

Hello?

[chatter]

Come on.

The curtain is about to go
up, and now you discover

this machine isn't working?

Didn't you check it?

It was working fine.

Oh, that's great.

That-- how are we
going to end this show?

If Fusco doesn't rise off the
stage and go to meet his maker,

how do we end this show?

Beats me.

It's the finale!

It is the last thing!

We could pray.

No, no.
Oh, no, no.

You're going to pray.

You're going to pray,
because you've got one hour

and 57 minutes before
you never work again!

So fix it!

Snuffy, your
brother has threatened

to kill himself before.

But never at the theater!

It's a sacred place to him!

This time the man means it.

Uncle Fred is very depressed.

He claims nobody believes him.

But is he a danger to himself?

Is he really that far gone?

What kind of a
psychiatrist are you?

A man who is trying to give
away everything he owns,

who says God likes
his show, and who

threatened to kill himself
at the theater tonight.

How far gone do you have to be?

Do you want my brother's
death on your hands?

I want him committed!

OK.

We'll go get him.

I'll call the ambulance.

[phone dialing]

Five minutes.

See my lawyer yet?

No.

Will you relax?

You don't sign the
papers tonight,

you can sign them tomorrow.

Oh, tomorrow it
will be too late.

Too late.

Here you go.

Jonathan, remember
in the restaurant

you told me you're an angel?

Yeah, I remember.

I didn't believe you.

I'm sorry.

What made you
change your mind?

He just told me.

I know that no one
believes me, about God

coming to see the show.

I just wish I wouldn't die with
everybody thinking I was crazy.

Come on, Fred.

Why do you keep
talking about dying?

He said he'd catch
the show again tonight.

[orchestra tuning]

[chatter]

One minute.

Places, everybody.

One minute.

[orchestra tuning]

Everything is looking good.

He's here.

Let me know as soon as
the papers are here.

How's he doing?

He says the boss is out there.

[orchestra music]

STAGE MANAGER: Curtain.

[knocking]

Come in.

[applause]

FRED: You're telling
me I'm going to die?

May I see your ticket, sir?

ACTOR: Everybody dies.

FRED: But soon?

You're in row 13.

13?

Yes.

I'm very sorry.

FRED: I'm a man of decision.

How soon?

ACTOR: [laughs] You
looking at your watch?

I've got $10 million.

Look, I don't even
know if you're here.

That man up there says you are.

FRED: Well, I'm
talking money here.

ACTOR: I thought you
were talking about--

And I don't even know
if he's in his right mind.

And what--

Shh!

I'm sorry.

FRED: A very important life.

ACTOR: Every life is important.

FRED: Some lives
aren't worth a nickel.

ACTOR: Who is counting?

Look, if you are here,
you got to do something.

ACTOR: Not wives, not children.

He thinks he's going
to die, like he knows.

FRED: No, they're
swayed by emotion.

I mean, you-- you can't
just let him die with

everybody thinking he's crazy.

If you let him see you,
you must have had a reason.

It couldn't be just to have
people laughing at him.

Please help him.

Do something.

Let the world know Fred
Fusco isn't just a kook.

FRED: And wish for things.

If you are here,
thanks for listening.

Why did I bother?

With what?

Living.

You have a nephew.

[laughs] That's
what I bothered for?

ACTOR: Have you ever
talk to your wife?

About dying?

Where have you been?

Hmm.

FRED: Of course not.

Talking to an empty seat.

[chuckles] Thought you
said you didn't believe them.

[sighs] Never
mind what I said.

She's not real.

Great.

You're here.

He's been asking for you.

He'll be off in
about five minutes.

Come on, I'll take
you to dressing room.

Snuffy, what are
you doing here?

[sighs] Hello, Father.

That is Dr. Malisz.

I'm having Fred committed.

But why?

You know very well why.

Look, do-- don't do it here.

Not in front of
everybody, please.

All right.

I'll take you to
this dressing room.

Act ends in a minute.

[sighs]

This can't be right.

I don't remember his dressing
room being down here!

Play changed it.

It's a lot cooler down here.

[scoffs]

Here you go!

The light switch
is on the far wall.

Sorry.

[yelling]

SNUFFY: Hey!

Is somebody there?

Somebody open the door!

Ed!

Do something!

[door rattling]

I don't want to die.

I want to live!

[applause]

Never better, Fred.

They love you!

Yeah.

Have you got it fixed?

The whole
rigging's come apart.

Great.

That's just great!

Ah, Beckwith.

Pen.

All right.

He's here.

Who's here?

God.

That's why it was so important
to have these papers signed.

Freddy, forget
your harness tonight.

The thing's gone haywire.

So we'll wait for your
cue line at the end,

and then you look up.

And we'll pull the curtain.

Fine.

Everything's fine.

[whistling]

[banging on door]

[yelling]

Hey, who's in there?

ED: We are in here!

We are in here!

Relax!

I'll go get the keys.

[banging continues]

What's happening?

Everything is stopped.

Nothing stopped for them.

My heart's not beating.

No.

And they are between heartbeats.

That's me.

I'm dead.

Yes.

[banging on door]

Sorry it took so long.

But I couldn't find
the maintenance man.

ED: Mother.

Mother.

Uh, which way am I going?

I don't know.

That's up to him.

It's a judgment call.

[sighs] Judgment.

I haven't always been the--

I haven't always been the best.

I know that.

But I tried.

I tried to be the best
with everything I had.

I didn't know you cared.

I used to speak to you when
I was very young in the dark

and wish for things.

But the things that I wish
for never seem to come about.

So I figured you
weren't listening.

And after a while, I
stopped talking to you.

Stopped wishing.

But I'm wishing now.

God, I'm wishing that you don't
leave me alone in the dark.

Are you listening, Lord?

OK, bring it in.

[click]

Get that curtain closed.

[clicking]
- Come on, you heard him!

Bring it in.

Come on!

It's stuck!

STAGE MANAGER: Close it!

Come on.

[orchestra music]

[click]

[applause]

Send him down!

We didn't send him up.

[applause continues]

MAN: Bravo!

We're on our way.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

[sighs] Did you
read the papers?

[laughs] Yeah, I read them.

Well, a man just
doesn't disappear.

I'll tell you, this is no hoax.

I don't care what
the papers say.

They weren't there.

Does it really matter
what the papers say?

What matters is
your play changed

that man's life and the lives
of a lot of other people.

Yeah.

I'll hate to see it close.

Why would it close?

Corcoran's been on
the phone all morning.

He can't get anyone
to take Fusco's role.

They figure he's an
impossible act to follow.

You'll find someone.

Play's gonna run a long time,
and it's gonna be a big hit.

What makes you so sure?

Because God likes it.

Take care.

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