Do You Believe? Page #5

Well, that sounds like fun.

Sort of like camping.

No, it's not

really camping.

We have a car.

Mom calls it

the orange dork mobile.

The orange dork mobile?

Well, that was quite nice,

wasn't it?

I thought they

would look different.

You mean like orphans

from a Dickens novel?

Something like that.

Hey, hon.

Hot date?

New client.

The wife

of an accident victim.

Ambulance chasing,

not quite your style.

It is when the victim

is forcibly converted

to Christianity

while he's trapped dying.

Forcibly?

Meanwhile,

his wife is restrained

out of earshot by the police.

Picture this:

a Bible-thumping EM has poor Ron Carson

as his captive audience,

painting him pictures

of hellfire and damnation

in his final moments.

Isn't that kind of

what they do?

Maybe he was a believer, too,

and she just didn't know it.

Both were members of the

American Humanist Association.

Their motto is:

"Good Without God."

I like it.

But it still kind of seems like

her word against his.

That's the best part.

These Christian types,

you swear them in,

they put their

hand on the Bible,

they actually tell the truth.

Imagine that.

Hi, G-Ma.

Where is your brother?

I don't know.

Come on over here.

My Pretty Boy.

You know, when

you were just a baby,

I would sing you to sleep.

Every night, the same song.

I remember.

Amazing grace

How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost

But now I'm found

Was blind, but now I see

Now you listen to me.

You are not blind.

You are not lost.

You got voices pulling you

in all different directions,

but there's only

one voice that matters.

You listen for that,

you follow it,

and you will be just fine.

So, how long have

you two been married?

Matthew and I have

been married for 11 years.

Can I ask why

you haven't had children?

It's okay.

I can't.

There's this really

long, boring explanation,

but it all just boils down

to that I can't.

Of course, we thought about

adoption, but I don't know.

It's just--I really feel like

a mother should be there

when her baby is born,

you know?

Hey, hon.

Hi.

Hey.

Surprise.

You know, you can't go

just handing these things out

and not expect things

to happen.

You're amazing.

Oh, man, those onions--

they are, whew, getting to me.

Yeah.

Except this is celery.

This is an onion.

Mm-hmm, you're right,

but it's not cut.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna go get 'em.

Now?

Yes, now, while it's cold

and wet and raining.

Here, baby.

I want you to be

warm enough, okay?

Yeah.

Your fever's gone.

Mommy, we're leaking again.

We are.

Wait, I won't let it

get on you, okay?

Okay.

I miss Joe.

I understand.

Mommy, could you

read me a story?

It's too dark, baby.

That's okay.

You just make one up.

Samantha?

It's J.D.

What do you want?

Well, I'd like to

offer you a place

to stay out of the weather.

How did you find us?

Your daughter, she mentioned

you slept out here sometimes,

and with the rain, I knew

the shelter would be jammed.

So, I looked around

for an orange dork mobile

and there you were.

Just because

we're on the street

doesn't mean

that I'm a bad mother.

That thought

never crossed my mind.

Look, I don't mean

to appear ungrateful,

but I need to know

what's going on.

Well, that's fair enough.

See, my wife and I, we had

a daughter of our own once,

but we lost her.

We haven't felt anything

since then but her loss.

Truth be told, well, we

need this more than you do.

I really appreciate

what you're doing for us.

Oh, don't you

mention it.

It's our pleasure,

right, hon?

Look, a dollhouse!

Lily.

This was our

little girl's room.

I put fresh

linens on the bed.

Thank you, darling.

Thank you.

Don't worry.

It'll be okay.

Just make yourself

comfortable.

We won't get in your way,

and we'll be very quiet

when we leave in the morning.

Well, if it's all the same

with you, we'd like you to stay.

That is,

if you like it here.

We'll see.

Thanks.

Good.

Well, that's fine with us.

Good night.

Good night.

Can I call them

Grandma and Grandpa?

Not yet, baby.

We need to see

if this works out.

Well, but they like us,

don't they?

I mean, isn't that why

they brought us home?

Well, they were

gonna bring somebody home.

It just happened to be us.

I think we should

thank Jesus anyway.

Come on, Mommy.

I like being able

to sleep in a bed

and not be afraid

to go to the bathroom.

You're right, Lilypad.

Thank you, Jesus,

for being so good to us,

for watching over us, and

for always taking care of us.

What do you want to thank

Jesus for, Mommy?

You have to tell him.

For you, baby.

For you.

What's up, man?

Look who it is.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Wow.

There's something

different about you.

Yeah, well,

a lot's changed.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for the guy

who runs this place.

Well, that would be

our Father,

and he would be in heaven,

but I think you mean

Pastor Matt.

Yes.

Follow me.

Welcome home.

Thank you.

Pastor Matt?

This is Percy.

It's Pretty Boy.

Thanks, Joe, I got it.

Uh, nah.

I want you to stay.

Thanks for seeing me

like this, Pastor.

Sure.

How can I help?

Well, listen, the other night,

this guy saved me.

I mean, Jesus saved me,

but this guy was definitely

part of his plan, same as you.

When I heard you

talk that night,

it's like I knew

you was talking to me,

even though you didn't know

you was talking to me.

What I'm trying

to say is this:

I asked the Lord to save me

and he did.

Which means

this ain't mine no more.

I want to do good with it,

'cause up until now,

all it's done is bad.

I want this bag

to help people,

to change them

like it changed me.

I--I can't take that.

Man, this is a bag

full of money.

What's wrong with you?

Hey, take it easy.

Listen, last night

I was reading

on when Jesus got killed.

That Judas guy, he gave the

money back to the church,

but they couldn't keep it, so

they did something else with

it.

The way I see it

is like this:

the money is sin,

and the wages of sin is death.

So me holding on to this money

is like me asking for death,

but not just dying.

More like hell and damnation.

You have been reading.

Well, yeah.

I kind of stole this

from the motel last night.

That's all right.

That's what they're for.

Would that I were Solomon.

If you were who?

Solomon.

He was the wisest of men.

He knew how to solve

the most difficult problems.

This don't seem

that difficult to me,

and if your boy

is as wise as you say,

he would take this money.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe he would take it.

And he'd give it away.

Word.

Only one way to find out.

All right, you know.

Yeah, it's gonna be

cold, man.

Whoa, Ski, Ski, Ski.

Is that Pretty Boy

over there?

You got to be

kidding me, man.

He got some nerve.

What, does this man have

a death wish or something?

He has to.

Yo, Kriminal.

You ain't gonna

believe this, man.

We seen Pretty Boy

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