Heaven Sent Page #5

- She was hot.

- Hot?

She really knew how

to spice things up.

You mean she could cook?

You might say that.

( chuckles )

What happened?

I don't know.

I guess she just

got tired of cooking.

All right, let me have that.

You're gonna get me

in so much trouble. Come here.

All right.

Ready for the world.

- Thanks for the shave.

- You got it.

Hey.

No need to tell Mom

about our conversation, hm?

I think that went well,

but don't forget to remind him

that he could do better.

( growling )

You can do better.

( owl hooting )

BILLY:
Hey.

You look really nice, Dad.

Thank you.

You smell good, too.

What's the occasion?

It's no occasion.

I just felt like cleaning up.

Dress up a bit.

For some strange reason.

You look nice.

- Guess what's for dinner.

- What's for dinner?

Stir-fry.

Stir-fry?!

That's my fave!

I didn't know you knew

how to make stir-fry.

I didn't either.

I just felt like I should

cook something spicy.

Dig in.

Mmm.

- How is it?

- Oh, yeah.

Is it too hot?

( coughs )

( stammering )

He likes it hot, don't you, Dad?

( coughing )

- Have some more.

- Okay.

Mmm!

Oh, it's too hot.

No. Are you kidding?

I'm glad you like it.

I do.

A little burn is good.

He really likes it.

Is there more rice?

( Billy singing ) It came

upon 'a midnight clear

That glorious song of old

From angels bending

near the Earth

To touch their harps...

Daddy.

Yeah?

I'm so glad I'm here.

Being with you and Mommy

is just like I always

dreamed it would be.

Still through the cloven

skies they come

With peaceful wings

unfurled

And still their heavenly

music floats

All o'er the weary world

Hey.

Hey.

I, uh...

have to admit.

Watching you two cuddle

is the best Christmas present

I've ever received.

I'll tell you something.

That little girl in there,

she knows more about

living in the moment

than we do.

( laughs )

Yeah.

Speaking of moments,

you sure you're in

the right one?

Is that okay?

Okay, you two, be good.

- Have a good day.

- Bye, Mama.

Bye, cutie.

Bye.

Out of the cold.

What? Did you forget

something?

Ooh! Didn't see

that one coming.

( chuckling )

All set?

I should go.

What?

Sorry, but...

someone's waiting for me.

I thought we'd be

finished by now.

You can't go now.

We're so close.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't we kill

two birds with one stone?

We can grab a bite and just go

over the contract one last time.

You're right.

We should wrap this up

before Christmas.

I just need to make a call.

- It's done.

- It's done?

Let me see it.

Oh, no, you don't.

Let me see it!

It's a surprise for both of you.

All right.

Can I wrap it before

Mommy comes home?

Mm-hmm. Sure.

But I have a feeling, kid, that your mom's

gonna be a little bit late tonight.

She's been working

late a lot, huh?

Yeah.

However, running

your own business

is a big responsibility.

What if we really surprised her

and bring it to her office?

I don't think...

Okay, let's do it!

Need some wrapping paper?

- Yeah.

- Coming up.

In regard to deal points,

there is one item

we need to discuss.

Okay.

Creative control.

That's nice.

What about it?

It states here

corporate will have

final edit on all art

renderings and written copy.

Yeah, uh...

that's pretty standard stuff.

I wouldn't worry about it.

But that's not

what we talked about.

I can't ask Billy

to subject his work

to a copy editor.

I mean, his art is

what has made Poet's Walk

what it is today.

Why don't we just relax

and have a glass of wine?

We can discuss that later.

Okay.

Okay.

( both chuckling )

To the future.

I'll be home

for Christmas

You can count on me

Please have snow

Dad.

And mistletoe

And presents...

Look, I'm hoping

you'll consider a new offer.

Oh?

When the deal is done,

I want us to get

to know each other better.

Outside the office.

Daddy?

What's the matter?

For Christmas

If only

in my dreams

Why is Sean

holding Mommy's hand?

Let's go, pumpkin.

We'll give Mommy

the present later.

- Hi, Mom.

- Hey, kiddo.

Sorry I'm so late.

Where's Daddy?

He went to bed.

But I waited up for you.

How about a story?

I'd love to read to you.

Actually, I thought

I'd tell you a story tonight.

Okay.

That sounds fun.

Once upon a time,

the angels of heaven

gathered to celebrate Christmas,

and sing hymns of praise.

I love it already.

But while they were singing,

a dark and mysterious stranger

interrupted the song

by strolling in

through the Great Hall.

Uninvited.

And who was this dark stranger?

Nobody would say his name,

but he was allowed to walk

freely amongst the angels.

He even greeted

many of them by name.

What did he look like?

They say he was one of

the most beautiful angels

anyone had ever seen.

As all the angels fell silent,

he broke into a song of his own.

What song did he sing?

Donatello wouldn't say.

Wait a minute.

Who's Donatello?

Someone who looks out for me.

So anyway,

when the stranger's song

was finished,

he was allowed to take anyone

who wanted to go with him.

Did anyone go?

Yes. The stranger tempted

many away.

And what was Donatello doing

while all this was happening?

He said it was painful to watch,

because even as the angels

who fell broke ranks,

they knew they were making

a terrible mistake.

Why didn't he try to stop them?

Because he knows that

a kingdom divided against itself

cannot stand.

I guess the same could

be true about a family.

Are you trying to tell me

something, sweetheart?

Just that we missed you tonight.

I am so sorry.

You and Daddy must be

terribly mad at me.

And I deserve it.

No, not mad.

Worried.

Come here.

Out of the mouths of babes.

Morning.

Are you still talking to me?

( chuckles )

Yeah. Good morning to you.

I'd like a divorce, please.

Look, I don't know

what you guys saw,

but it wasn't

what it looked like.

Mmm.

I'll make sense of that later.

Meanwhile, I thought

you were gonna have

your junkyard dog of a lawyer

send over another agreement.

- Well, I...

- 'Cause trust me, Maire,

third time's the charm.

( sighs )

Okay.

I admit it.

He hit on me.

And you responded.

I... I should've

moved my hand quicker.

I... I just got so flustered.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. You are.

Fine.

Fine.

( Maire and Billy

arguing indistinctly )

I'm ready.

You won't need earthly souvenirs

where we're going, little one.

( arguing continues )

( sobbing )

Now, now.

We must hold fast.

God's plans are revealed

in His own good time,

not ours.

Taylor would never leave me.

Taylor!

Taylor?

Taylor.

Taylor.

Taylor.

( crying )

Taylor, where are you?

( crying continues )

She's gone.

Of course she is.

We let her down.

( sobbing )

- Donatello?

- Yes, little one.

I don't think I'm gonna

be very good at this.

Oh?

I felt them slipping away,

so I cheated.

Cheating is such a harsh

way to look at it.

Why don't we just tell

the Boss you improvised?

You knew?

Who do you think pushed the box

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