Heaven Sent Page #4

trim the tree together.

This is gonna be

the best Christmas ever.

( chuckling )

Be good.

You, too.

All right, so,

what do we have to do?

We have to take these upstairs,

and dust 'em off,

and then we'll hang 'em

on the tree.

Come on!

Hello?

Is somebody down here?

Let me know when

we're back online.

Yeah.

There you are.

You've been gone a while.

Everything okay?

Everything's fine.

We're just...

our server's down.

Nothing we can't handle.

Is there something you need?

Yeah, but I, uh,

I don't know if

I should ask now.

You seem a little preoccupied.

Okay, um,

these returns you gave me,

they're from 2008.

I don't think you want me

to re-evaluate the business

based on these numbers.

You'd owe me money.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I guess I am

a little preoccupied.

For what it's worth,

I feel for you guys.

Breaking up isn't easy.

How long have you been married?

Nine years.

Jen and I made it four.

What happened?

Three tours of duty

were hard on us.

After I left the army, I was

determined to build my business.

I was on the road a lot.

Jen was wrapped up

in her own career.

Kids?

No. No, thank goodness.

She went her way, I went mine.

It was a clean break.

No baggage.

"Up Scrooge went,

not caring a button for that.

Darkness is cheap,

and Scrooge liked it."

Mommy's home.

Hey, kiddo.

Come lay down.

Read with us.

Okay.

Actually, we'll be

through in a minute.

"But before he shut

his heavy door,

he walked through his rooms

to see that all was right."

See.

Come on, Mommy.

Lay down by me.

If you insist.

Actually, you can finish.

- Billy, stay.

- Yeah, Daddy.

Stay.

I got a lot of work

to do, sweetie,

that I should've started

two hours ago

when your mom

was supposed to be home.

So good night.

Night.

Okay.

( clears throat )

Where are we?

That grouchy old Scrooge

is about to be toast.

The first ghost is coming.

All right.

"He had just enough

collection on the face..."

Taylor said she had a fun time

dusting off

the old ornaments today.

She also told me

the rules for decorating.

She said

the number-one rule

is you have to put

all the ornaments

on the tree facing out.

Since they've been in

a box all year,

the least you can do

is give them a nice view.

( laughs )

Otherwise, they become

ornery-ments.

Get it?

Yeah.

Actually, I think

the number-one rule should be

don't keep a little girl waiting

when she wants to decorate

a Christmas tree.

I'm sorry. I've been

putting out fires all day.

Oh, really?

Let me take a wild guess.

I bet old Sean Miller

was there to save the day, huh?

- ( slams down mug )

- I said I was sorry,

but I didn't do anything wrong,

so don't go there with me.

I hardly think I owe you

an explanation.

I don't really think

I'm asking for one, Maire.

Okay? I now know

where I stand.

All I'm saying is, next time,

maybe you wanna think

about Taylor.

Don't you think I wanted

to get home to her?

Why do you think I'm still...

What?

( scoffs )

You don't have to stop, sweetie.

You can finish.

Why do I think

you're still here?

Look...

even though you've been

sleeping on the couch

for a week, I thought

things were changing

for the better.

We haven't even used the word

divorce in almost a week.

I was hoping that

Taylor would be

more than a distraction,

but now I can see

that I'm just fooling myself.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's supposed to mean that...

you're right, I don't think

things are gonna work out.

Fine.

Fine.

I know you're not

very happy with me right now,

but I only ran away

because they started talking

about a divorce,

and nobody loving

anybody anymore.

I just had to do something.

As you can see,

I'm in a real pickle down here.

I sure would appreciate

a little free advice.

Hi, sweetie.

Hi.

Everything okay?

It seems a little chilly

in here this morning.

Yes, but, um...

I'm glad you're here.

There's something very important

I need to talk to you about

before I go to work.

Oh?

It's about me and Dad.

Yes?

( Christmas music playing

on record player )

That's so weird.

I've just gone completely blank.

I have no idea what

I wanted to talk to you about.

I have this sinking feeling

it was really important.

While you're working on

the old memory banks,

I have something I wanted

to talk to you about.

Okay.

Why do people say

"fall" in love?

I suppose people say

fall in love

because it's kind of

a helpless feeling.

Why do you ask?

I was wondering what made you

fall in love with Daddy.

The first thing I noticed

about your dad was...

how handsome he was.

( "12 Days of Christmas"

playing )

He still is handsome, right?

Yeah.

But he was always on his game.

- His game?

- You know.

Cool.

And he was so polite.

I think he was

the first guy I ever met

who had perfect manners.

Most of all,

I admired his intelligence.

I thought he was

really talented, too.

He was a very serious poet

back then.

He always seemed to say

the right thing.

And... ahem...

he was very romantic.

( Billy belches loudly )

( singing off-key )

Five golden rings

Four calling birds,

three French hens...

I don't know about you,

but I'd say he hasn't

lost a step.

( laughs )

All right, you go play.

I have work to do.

- Okay. - ( Billy

continues singing )

But can I just ask you

one last question?

Yes, you may.

Is it true that creative types

tend to be a little

over-sensitive and sentimental?

( laughs )

Yes.

And you can add

needy, temperamental,

and stubborn to

that list as well.

Yeah. Artists

are nothing like us

thick-skinned,

Uber-logical business types,

are they, Mommy?

I never thought about it

like that.

But I suppose not.

- Why?

- I was wondering.

When was the last time you told

that sentimental fool in there

what a great catch

he used to be?

You know, way back when.

Probably way too long.

Something tells me,

as a thick-skinned,

Uber-logical type,

you already knew that,

didn't you?

Thanks, Mommy.

Thank you.

( Billy passes gas loudly )

Those creative types,

such free spirits.

You're not exactly

helping me, you know.

( knocking on door )

BILLY:
Come in.

Hi, Dad.

What you doing?

Well, you said

my stubble irritates you

when I kiss you.

So I prefer kisses over stubble.

Does this mean that you're

gonna clean up your act, too?

Huh?

Me and Mom were trying

to remember what you looked like

back when you were

a serious rhymin' Simon,

and a great catch.

Really?

She said you used to be

on your game,

and you had style, too.

She told you...

let me see that.

You tell her...

that I still

very much have game.

- Right?

- Cha!

Right?!

Matter of fact,

contrary to what your mom says,

clothes do not make the man.

Yeah, but don't you think T-shirts

without mustard stains might help?

Possibly.

But I believe that

it's all in the 'tude, baby.

And I am still

a very dangerous man.

Does Mom have 'tude?

Oh, your mom

was the queen of 'tude.

I mean, she was...

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