Heaven Sent Page #2

Stop.

No, no, no. No!

Oh!

( whistling )

MAN ON RADIO:
A storm is on

the way, folks.

Don't get your hopes up, but

we may have a white Christmas.

( radio turns off )

( doorbell rings )

It's beginning to look

a lot like Christmas.

( sighs )

( "Jingle Bells" playing )

Billy.

Hello?

( scoffs )

Anybody home?

Billy.

( music continues playing

loudly )

( laughs )

- What are ya doin'?

Sorry. The door.

( turns music off )

Billy, what is

going on with you?

This place is a pig sty.

I don't know, Maire.

Maybe my give-a-damn switch

broke when you moved out.

Well, get it fixed.

It's gross.

( sighs ) What are you

looking for anyway?

I'm looking for a pair

of clean underwear.

Okay? I know there's one

around here somewhere.

I'll wait downstairs.

- Hey.

- Hey.

This is a nice surprise.

- What's goin' on?

- Is this me?

Nope. I just kinda

made her up.

She's great though, isn't she?

I just assumed you sketched her

from a picture of me

when I was a little girl.

Maybe.

Subconsciously.

You've always been my muse.

We should turn her into

a Mother's Day card.

Or a Father's Day card.

( sighs )

What's goin' on?

Uh...

I, um...

brought over another copy

of the divorce agreement.

Hey.

Are you absolutely certain

you wanna do this?

I think we're forgetting

what Dr. Sheila said in therapy.

It's perfectly natural

for us to still be

attracted to each other.

( whistling )

( whistling grows louder )

I'll get it.

I'm not moving

until it's signed.

( whistling continues )

There you go.

Now you can be responsible for

ruining our lives

with a swipe of your pen.

I'm not about to ruin anything.

( whistling stops )

I believe Dr. Sheila

made a lot of sense

when she said sometimes,

in order to save a relationship,

you have to end it.

I know, and I agreed.

That's why I ended the

relationship with Dr. Sheila.

All right?

You...

Funny.

No!

What...

( chuckles )

Come on, Maire.

If that's not a sign,

I don't know what is.

GIRL:
Do we have

any almond silk?

I'm hopelessly

lactose intolerant.

Why is my T-shirt

wearing a little girl?

Um, excuse me, little girl.

What are you doing here?

( doorbell rings )

If that's for me, I'm not here.

Neighbor kid?

Somebody get that, will ya?

Hello?

Sh. I'm not here,

remember?

( doorbell rings )

Who ya hidin' from?

No one,

but if a seven-foot man

brandishing a flaming sword

is at the door,

play dumb.

Oh, my.

( doorbell rings )

- Maire!

- Remember now.

Ix-nay on the ittle irl-gay.

It's the UPS guy.

Maire?

Don't you just love Amazon?

- Young lady.

- Hm?

Where do you think you're going?

To put some clothes on, silly.

My little booty is freezing.

Um...

( knocking on door )

- Hi.

- Mr. Taylor?

Yes, sir.

I'm Officer Evans.

This is...

Pamela Burke,

Child Protective Services.

Nice to meet you guys.

Thank you so much for coming.

- Please come in.

- Thanks.

Right in here.

This should be interesting.

- What color should we do the shoes?

- Mmm.

- She said her name was Taylor.

- Red.

Hello, Taylor.

I'm Chuck Evans,

and this is my friend Pamela.

How about the hair?

Mmm, yellow.

Yellow, it is.

Blondes have more fun.

Hi, Taylor.

Oh, no.

This is Taylor.

Oh. I see.

What do you think?

I think this is way off

my jurisdiction.

I don't...

I don't understand.

What do you mean?

Mr. Taylor,

Child Protective Services

protects children.

We were told

the subject in question

was much, much younger.

I'm not a professional,

I've never had any kids.

It might be hard

for me to judge.

But she looks like

she's around eight years old.

Well, I am a professional,

and you can take it from me,

that isn't what

eight looks like.

You say she just showed up.

Yeah. Out of the blue.

She came in the kitchen,

she opened the fridge,

she was looking for food.

She was wearing my T-shirt.

Why was she wearing

your T-shirt?

I don't know.

Maybe to keep from

running around naked.

So you wanna just

cut to the chase?

- You wanna press charges?

- Why?

- Trespassing.

- Absolutely not.

This poor little thing's...

I'm just trying to get her home.

Okay.

( clears throat )

How'd you like to go

for a ride with me, young lady?

Look, I keep trying to tell you.

This isn't about me.

It's about this little girl.

I've seen what I needed to see.

All right, come on, Taylor.

We're gonna go for

a nice little ride.

- Hey!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Taylor.

What the...

Hey, get me out of these cuffs.

What are you doing?

Get me out of these cuffs!

- Burke, go get back-up.

- No, no, no, no.

- Burke, you don't need to go for back-up.

- Burke, get over here!

- Get these off me.

- Yes, sir.

Get me out of

these cuffs right now.

- Where's the keys? Where's the keys?

- On my left.

On my left.

Left pocket.

Left pocket!

Man, left!

My left!

Right here!

Now!

Outside pocket.

Get it, get it, get it.

BILLY:
One moment.

False reporting,

and obstructing a police office

in the course of his duties.

Any questions?

I wouldn't know where to begin.

Thank you.

Have a good evening, sir.

( laughter )

Have you ever played

bubbles like that?

- No.

- Oh.

Oh, I'm Santa.

Here, Santa.

Your bubble hat.

( both giggling )

Hi, Billy.

How's Officer Chuck doing?

I tried to remind him

it was Christmas,

but he wasn't

feeling very charitable.

Taylor asked if she could take a

bath while we waited for you.

She said she's never

had a bubble bath before.

I didn't know

how bubbles would feel.

I didn't think

they would tickle your nose.

Maire, can I speak

with you for a minute?

Um, first, take a look at this.

What do you think this is?

Can we do that

a little bit later?

I would love to speak with you

out in the hall, please.

Like now.

( sighs )

Think we should take her

to see a doctor?

The question is,

can the doctor see her?

Billy, calm down.

Everything is gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay, Maire?

There... these...

I feel like I'm waiting on

an alarm clock to wake me up

out of a... I don't know

if it's a dream or a nightmare.

It's definitely a dream.

( giggles )

- BILLY:
You realize what you just said.

- What?

Dreams.

They are very nice,

but they can be

very painful when they go away.

Are you telling me to wake up?

I just don't want you

to get hurt again.

I don't want anyone to get hurt.

Especially not her.

And just so you know,

I pressed pretty hard

for answers while

you were outside.

And?

I don't believe she's lost.

In fact, I think she knows

exactly where she is.

Why not?

What are you saying?

This isn't random, Billy.

It's not an accident.

She insists she's in

the right place.

But either she won't or she

can't tell us why she's here.

Why?

She said it's against the rules.

Whose rules?

She won't say, but...

look at her.

She acts as if being here is the

most natural thing in the world.

Hey, Maire, you're

talking about a girl

who is or isn't there.

Okay?

There is nothing natural

about this,

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