Heaven Sent Page #6

into plain view when you

were in the basement?

But that means

you broke the rules, too.

( chuckles )

When they see the present,

they'll figure it out.

They'll know who I am.

What were you really

trying to accomplish?

I wanted to help 'em love again.

That is very noble.

Then why didn't it work?

( whispering )

Surprise.

I thought you were on a plane.

I felt bad about

the other night,

and, um, I just wanted

to apologize in person.

I didn't mean to push.

No apology necessary.

So we still have a deal?

Uh...

actually, I've decided to

think about it over the holiday.

What's there to think about?

To be honest,

there's a number of things

that aren't

sitting well with me.

- Such as?

- Billy.

Say no more.

I didn't take it personally,

and I understand

why you turned me down.

I'm also willing to wait

until Billy's

completely out of the picture.

Page 15, section 34,

paragraph one, artistic control.

We discussed this.

It's standard procedure.

And I told you,

I won't subject Billy's work

to a copy editor.

Billy is creative.

I'll give you that much.

But as an illustrator, he is way

too rough around the edges.

We both know it.

I couldn't disagree

with you more.

I have seen his artwork

come to life, literally.

This company, it can and it

will do better without him.

You've been planning

to dump him all along.

I wouldn't worry about your ex.

He's about to be

very well-compensated.

More than he deserves,

if you ask me.

Artistic control

is a deal breaker.

Nobody will give Billy

artistic control ever.

I have.

And I always will.

Okay.

Now I understand

what this is about.

It's not business.

You're still in love with Billy.

( intercom buzzes )

Maire?

Yes.

I've got a special "D" for you.

Just sign for it.

Can't. It's certified.

Um, I'll be right down.

"Tara."

I'm Maire Taylor.

Sign here, please.

Thank you.

And Merry Christmas.

You, too.

How cute.

Who sent it?

Looks like a kid wrapped it.

Donatello.

( phone ringing )

Billy.

Maire.

Can you come home?

Yeah.

It should've been so obvious.

- What?

- Come with me.

We had

an eight-year-old angel.

That's how long

it's been, Maire.

Her name really was Taylor.

But her first name was Tara.

It's our Tara,

from our miscarriage.

I know why she came.

Her little brother

needs to be born.

What?

I think he's already on his way.

- Really?

- Yeah.

It's the most wonderful

time of the year

With the kids

jingle belling

And everyone telling you

be of good cheer

It's the most wonderful

time of the year

Say Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Hi.

Hi.

Can you look at the camera?

There we go.

Oh, sweetheart.

There you go.

Hey. Oh.

Merry Christmas.

Say Happy Taylor Christmas.

To a first Taylor Christmas.

( laughing )

( whimpering )

What's wrong?

Oh, poopie, that's what's wrong.

We got a poopie!

Here you go, Daddy. You

wanna change the poopie?

( muttering )

Okay, here we go.

There'll be mistletoe-ing

and hearts will be glowing

When loved ones are near

It's the most wonderful

time of the year

BILLY:
Merry Christmas, Tara.

We love you.

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