M I L L E N N I U M "MIDNIGHT OF THE CENTURY" Ep. # 2.11 [MLM-211 (5C11)] Written by Erin Maher & Kay Reindl Directed by Dwight Little Edited by George R. Potter [ Second Season ] [Complete Transcript] U.S. Air Date: December 19, 1997 ===================================================================== INT. BLACK RESIDENCE - NIGHT The scene is in black and white. We focus on a pendulum and HEAR its tick-tock with each swing. We see a YOUNG BOY'S hand drawing with an ADULT'S hand guiding him: we cannot see the sketch. REVEAL a 5-YEAR-OLD FRANK BLACK and his MOTHER, LINDA BLACK, side by side. At the bottom of the illustration, the pair write: "December 24, 1946." We HEAR the grandfather clock bonging, striking midnight. EXT. MCGRAIN'S TOY STORE - DAY The bonging blends into a Salvation Army Santa ringing his bell. Young children are pressing their noses on the window of the toy store, gawking at the expensive train set on display. It is Christmas Eve. INT. FRANK'S HOUSE - DAY FRANK BLACK enters carrying an armload of Christmas decorations. The ornaments spill loose as he ambles down the hallway; a decorated ball rolls free. Frank sets it on the table by the answering machine and points a finger at it. FRANK Stay. He pushes "Play" on the machine and begins putting up the Christmas tree. JORDAN (on phone) Hi, Daddy! It's Jordan! FRANK Hi, honey. JORDAN (on phone) When you come to my Christmas pageant today, I want you to know I'm the angel that starts the show and then tells Mary she's going to have a baby. FRANK (laughing softly) You are really going to like what I got you. JORDAN (on phone) Mommy says I can come over to your house after Mass tonight. Call her to tell her you got this message, okay? FRANK Yeah, yeah. JORDAN (on phone) That's it! Okay, Merry Christmas! The machine BEEPS and plays the next message. It is an older man's voice, one that we don't recognize. MAN'S VOICE (on phone) Uh, Frank? Frank? Frank stops, furrowing his brow. He doesn't recognize the voice at first. MAN'S VOICE (CONT'D) (on phone) Uh ... damn. Well, I hope I got the right number. I wondered if you got the picture I sent -- Frank's expression darkens and he deletes the message without listening to the rest of it. In the next scene, Frank has finished with the tree and is beginning to wrap Jordan's present, a Giga Pet. Suddenly, all the devices in the house simultaneously sound: the phone rings -- an alarm clock that reads "9:21" goes off -- the mantle clock bongs -- the smoke alarm buzzes -- the Christmas lights (which are lying on the table unplugged) flashes. Frank looks around him, confused; then everything stops as abruptly as it began. We hear the mail slot creak open, and letters pushed through. Frank gets them and begins sorting; a yellow envelope catches his eye and he opens it. It is an old-fashioned Christmas card with an angel on the front. Inside, written in calligraphy: "It's Midnight of the Century". He reads the postage mark: "Seattle, WA, Dec. 24 1946". ACT ONE: INT. WATTS RESIDENCE - DAY A Christmas party is in progress. We focus on the holiday table display -- in particular is a candle in the form of a golden angel. REVEAL LARA MEANS, staring at the angel as someone lights it. The doorbell RINGS, breaking her reverie. She is standing by a doorway alone, drink in hand; it appears that no one has spoken to her. Frank enters, still wearing his coat. Lara smiles, relieved to see someone she knows. LARA Hey! FRANK Hey! I didn't know you were going to be here. Merry Christmas. LARA I was consulting on a case in Vancouver, so Peter invited me. (smirking) At least, I think this is his house because I haven't seen him. I'm so glad you're here, 'cause I'm sure all of these people were looking at me like, "Who is that woman over there?" FRANK You're in the right place. (congenially) Made any plans with your family? LARA No. You? FRANK Yeah, I've gotta go to my daughter's pageant -- she's playing an angel. LARA (dully) Too many angels this time of year. Reminded of the strange event earlier, Frank looks away. Lara touches his shoulder. LARA (CONT'D) You okay? FRANK Yeah ... We HEAR a door open: PETER WATTS emerges from his study with an OLDER MAN. They share a few words and solemnly shake hands. Frank and Lara watch Watts go back inside the study. LARA Not a very cordial host. INT. WATTS RESIDENCE - PRIVATE STUDY Watts is sitting in front of the fireplace, staring off pensively and nursing a drink. We HEAR a knock and Frank and Lara enter. LARA Hi. Merry Christmas. WATTS Merry Christmas, Lara. LARA Frank brought this to you. She hands him a wrapped bottle of liquor. Watts gestures to a bike with a red bow behind him. WATTS That's for Chelsea. We've been hiding gifts in here for years. Taylor outgrew bicycles last year; apparently, it's not cool anymore for a girl her age. LARA (teasing) The wind plays havoc with your hair. WATTS She's already talking about what kind of car she wants. And Erin is going off to college in two years. Something about this time of year that always makes me consider time. (then, wistfully) Wouldn't it be wonderful if in life, you could pick the speed in which you were going to experience time? I would have it take forever for these kids to grow up -- I don't care if they didn't like it. I'd have autumn go much slower; winter a little faster ... And the time that I was experiencing regret ... I'd have go slower actually, so I could fix and leave the situation without regret. I'd like to know how much time I have left. FRANK That's part of the fun of it, Peter. WATTS You know that for almost the entire history of Western civilization, this month has been a holy time? The Druids, winter solstice, Hanukkah -- the Romans converted Saturnalia into Christmas. Imagine that: Christ wasn't even born on this day, maybe not even 1,997 years ago. So no one knows for sure when the millennium really begins and ends. Or how much time is left. FRANK Not even the Group? WATTS It's midnight of the century. At that utterance, Frank bends to look at him closer. LARA Will there be a dawn? WATTS We're working to assure there will be. Possible futures exist, like branches on a tree. Most of us only see the path we're on, but some people -- the gifted ones -- see those branches. The meaning is not lost on Frank and Lara. Watts raises his glass to the pair. WATTS (CONT'D) To the midnight of the century. INT. FRANK'S HOUSE - DAY Frank puts his daughter's gift under the tree. The tag reads: "To Jordan. With much love, Dad". We hear the doorbell being rung to the tune of "Jingle Bells". It's BRIAN ROEDECKER, wearing a Santa cap. ROEDECKER Ho-ho-ho, Sir Black! Just came by to download some upgrades. FRANK Roedecker. It's Christmas Eve. ROEDECKER Really? That would explain all the Lords-a-leapin' ... FRANK Can't it wait? ROEDECKER Mr. Watts told me he wanted it done today. Frank grudgingly lets him in. Roedecker looks around admiringly. ROEDECKER (CONT'D) Hey, wow, you've gone all out. Martha Stewart would be green with envy. FRANK Just be fast or I'll have you stringing Christmas lights. ROEDECKER Mr. Black, here's another reason why I came over. He hands Frank a wrapped gift. ROEDECKER (CONT'D) Merry Christmas. Frank takes the package with a smile, pleasantly surprised. FRANK Roedecker, you shouldn't have. (then, lying) I, uh, haven't wrapped yours yet. ROEDECKER There's never enough time, is there? (excitedly) Well, come on, open it! Frank unwraps the gift. It's two videotapes: they are blood-and-guts horror flicks. Frank loses a portion of his holiday cheer. FRANK (reading) "Black Christmas" and "Silent Night, Deadly Night". Whatever happened to "Miracle on 34th Street"? ROEDECKER Well, it ain't your father's Christmas! Nothing will put you in the mood for Christmas than a serial- killing Santa! FRANK This is not a serial killer: he is a spree killer. ROEDECKER (factually) The sexual repression and signature make him an organized serial killer. FRANK (gesturing at the tape) The triggering stressor would be that they forced him to wear that Santa Claus outfit -- it's ludicrous. ROEDECKER (beat) It says "Serial Killer" on the box. The doorbell RINGS. Frank moves to answer it. FRANK It's the thought that counts, thank you. It's CATHERINE and JORDAN BLACK. They all exchange hellos and "Merry Christmas!" CATHERINE We were on our way to the pageant and -- Catherine stops, seeing the computer tech. Frank introduces his family. FRANK That's my friend, Brian Roedecker. That's my daughter. Jordan goes up to Roedecker, who predictably gravitates toward children. JORDAN Hello! Want to see the present I got? ROEDECKER Sure! While Jordan is occupied, Catherine speaks privately with Frank. CATHERINE I know this is a rough time for you because of your mother ... Frank reacts noticeably, but Catherine goes on. CATHERINE (CONT'D) But your father sent a picture over to the old house for Jordan. Of himself. FRANK (concerned) He did? CATHERINE (cautiously) And I was thinking ... you should invite him to Jordan's pageant. FRANK (bitterly) He only thinks of himself. CATHERINE Isn't that what you're doing? FRANK (defensively) Oh, please, I can't -- CATHERINE Frank, Jordan shouldn't be kept from her grandfather because the two of you don't speak -- JORDAN Daddy, Daddy, look! Isn't this the coolest thing? She is playing with a Giga Pet; Frank does his best to hide his surprise. JORDAN (CONT'D) Look: you can feed it, walk it, and if it gets too annoying, you can reset it again. ROEDECKER That is so cool! I'd love one of those! FRANK That's a really nice present; where'd you get it? CATHERINE My mother got it for her. FRANK (to Catherine) Your mother? JORDAN Mommy says "It's the circle of life." FRANK Well, who can argue with that? CATHERINE We've gotta go. JORDAN Bye! Merry Christmas! See you later! The girls leave. While Roedecker is waving to them, Frank gets Jordan's present from the tree, rips off the card and hands it to Roedecker, walking off. FRANK Merry Christmas, Roedecker. He opens it, triumphantly holding up the Giga Pet. ROEDECKER Aha! Cool! EXT. MCGRAIN'S TOY STORE - DAY Frank is admiring the train set. He flashes back to Christmas Eve, 1946. BEGIN FLASHBACK. Young Frank is with his mother outside the very same store. He stares longingly at the train set. YOUNG FRANK Last year, you said you'd get it for me this year. LINDA I'm sorry, honey. Maybe tomorrow. YOUNG FRANK (whining) It'll be too late. It'll be Christmas. LINDA Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow ... END FLASHBACK. INT. MCGRAIN'S TOY STORE Inside is the punishment that awaits all late-shoppers: adults shoving and fighting for toys, fussy children, long lines, etc. We hear someone say: "Excuse me! Out of the way!" Frank is next in line at the register after the THREE CLERKS (all wearing Santa caps) finish ringing up the customer in front of him. Frank doesn't realize it, but the three store employees are actually angels named CASPAR, BALTHAZAR and MELCHION, respectively. FRANK I want a Danny Dinosaur Cabbage Patch Doll. CLERK #1 Child's age? FRANK Six. CLERK #1 Gender? FRANK Female. The creepy store clerks speak in tandem, muddling Frank. CLERK #1 Can't do it. CLERK #2 Sorry. CLERK #3 No. FRANK You're out. CLERK #1 No -- CLERK #2 We just can't in good conscience sell you a toy -- CLERK #3 That your little girl's gonna hate. FRANK She loves dolls! CLERK #2 Not last year. CLERK #3 We've got just the thing. Clerk #3 shows Frank a box, who shoves it away. FRANK Stop with the hard sell. A Danny Dinosaur. CLERK #1 Trust us, she won't like it! Behind Frank, a WOMAN clutching her young child pipes up. WOMAN Look, just buy something. I've got a turkey to get in the oven. FRANK (sternly) A Danny Dinosaur. Now. EXT. STREET Frank leaves with his gift, glancing back at the creepy clerks. He sees a manger display in a store front and admires it. In the reflection of the window, we faintly see the face of an unknown man who says: "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow." Frank whips around but no one is nearby. He looks across the street and sees a black-and- white image of his father and he when they were young. He blinks and the image disappears. When he turns back to the display, the female mannequin becomes his mother. Shaken, Frank walks away. ACT TWO: INT. CHURCH Frank enters a few moments before the pageant begins. The pews are full; he's late. He spots Catherine and sees a wrapped box in the empty chair next to her. He smiles at her but Catherine's face tells him that she didn't save a seat for him. CATHERINE Frank, I'm sorry. FRANK It's okay. I'll find a seat somewhere else. I'll see you after. The lights go down and the curtains draw open. A YOUNG GIRL dressed as an angel starts off the program. YOUNG GIRL Once upon a time, there was ... uh ... uh ... She looks off-stage and we hear an adult whisper the line. She hurriedly finishes. YOUNG GIRL (C0NT'D) A-child-born-in-the-town-of-Bethlehem- and-it-was-Jesus! The crowd chuckles as the "angel" dashes off-stage. Then, we hear the same voice repeat the phrase: "And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow." Frank turns and sees a shadow walk past the window. EXT. CHURCH Frank goes outside into the courtyard which is decorated with statues of angels. He looks around but sees no one. Then: MALE VOICE (off-screen) Legend has it that ghosts walk in church yards on Christmas Eve. REVEAL a YOUNG MAN with dark curls, dressed in black, walking toward him. He is SIMON, an angel. SIMON (CONT'D) Well, actually, I misspoke myself. They're not ghosts, they're fetches -- souls of those destined to die in the coming year -- making their way to church in search of those who will be their companions. Of course, it usually happens at midnight. FRANK Who are you? SIMON (ignoring him) Let those blessed with a special perception who might not have to wait until nightfall. Simon begins to withdraw. Frank calls after him. FRANK Why would that concern me? SIMON There's no telling whose face you might see. Why put off 'til tomorrow what should be done today? It is, after all, the midnight of the century. Simon walks away. We HEAR clapping coming from the play and Frank looks toward the church; when he turns back, Simon is gone. INT. CHURCH Frank returns to his seat just as Jordan comes on stage, dressed as a shepherd and holding a staff. JORDAN Hark! A star beckons over yonder manger. A savior is born tonight. EXT. CHURCH Catherine and Jordan, still in costume, emerge to find Frank waiting at another exit. Catherine smiles mischievously and prods her daughter. CATHERINE Go get him. JORDAN (running to him) Daddy! Daddy! Did you see me, Daddy? FRANK Are you kidding? You were great! JORDAN Thank you. Frank pokes at the doll she is clutching. FRANK New present? (then, realizing) A Danny Dinosaur?! Jordan makes a face. FRANK (CONT'D) You don't like it? JORDAN I got one of these last year! Frank shakes his head, not believing his luck. FRANK I hear you. He takes her hand and they head toward Catherine. FRANK (CONT'D) How come you're dressed as a shepherd? I thought you wanted to be an angel. JORDAN Mom made me be a shepherd. She doesn't like angels anymore. CATHERINE Sorry about the seating mix-up. FRANK What's going on with the shepherd costume? CATHERINE Um, sweetie? Can you wait in the car a minute? I'll be right there. They watch their daughter climb into the minivan. Catherine digs into her purse and shows Frank a drawing of an angel. CATHERINE (CONT'D) Jordan gave me this morning. She told me that her grandmother helped her draw it. FRANK (smiling at the drawing) So? CATHERINE Not my mother, Frank. Yours. Frank is shocked. CATHERINE (CONT'D) I asked her to tell me the truth, that she'd drawn it herself; but she just stood there with her arms folded, staring at me. BEGIN FLASHBACK. Frank's father is scolding him. The exact same thing must've happened to him as a child. YOUNG HENRY You're just a kid: you didn't see nothin'. It's all in your head! END FLASHBACK. EXT. CHURCH CATHERINE She wouldn't back down. FRANK You know Jordan. She's a little ... sensitive. CATHERINE Telling me she colors with her dead grandmother is a little more than "sensitive". FRANK Come on, you know Jordan: she's got a gift, you can't suppress it. With that, Frank finds out exactly how Catherine feels about his abilities. CATHERINE Your "gift" gave you a nervous breakdown. This "gift" makes you see horrible images. It's turned you away from your family, from your daughter. It's turned you toward the Millennium Group. Frank, you never even consider that this gift that you have could be lying to you, because you don't see yourself withdrawing from your family, behind your ability. If this is happening to you, what is it going to do when it happens to Jordan? I want her to have a choice -- I want her to have a childhood free from this. I want her to know that she has someplace to turn, other than within herself, like ... FRANK (not without bitterness) Like me. Right? It is what it is. There is nothing we can do to fix it. CATHERINE (calming down) I know that things are changing for us. Time's running out. Frank, I want you to be happy. But Jordan is my first priority: her safety and her well-being. And I won't let anything jeopardize that. She has told him nothing but the truth. There is no logic or defense to her words. FRANK (simply) You're a great mother. He draws Catherine for a light kiss. CATHERINE See you tonight? FRANK You bet. Frank watches his family leave him. INT. MCGRAIN'S TOY STORE Frank is back with the three angels (masquerading as salesmen from hell) staring him down, their arms crossed. FRANK I have less than 12 hours to find a present for my daughter. CLERK #1 That's the problem with Christmas these days. CLERK #2 There used to be a meaning to gift- giving -- CLERK #3 But now there isn't. FRANK She's six; she likes stuffed animals. Give me a dog, a chicken, anything. CLERK #1 Mm-hmm, going for the traditional -- CLERK #2 Staid and unimaginative. FRANK She even likes dolls, but no angels. CLERK #3 (sighing heavily) Upstairs. Frank enters a seemingly deserted section of the toy store; shelves of unwanted, outdated gifts array the room. Frank spots a lovely angel doll, replete with curly blonde hair, wings, white gown and baby faced cheeks. He turns it in his hands admiringly. FRANK She's gotta like this. Suddenly, the doll's face appears as a corpse -- gray with blackened eyes. Frank drops the doll in horror. When he looks at it again, it is back to normal. INT. FRANK'S HOUSE Frank searches through a closet until he finds an old box. He goes through the contents, pulling out an old newspaper clipping. It is an obituary with a picture of his mother and reads: "Black, Linda - Dec. 24, 1946. Survived by her husband Henry and two sons, Frank 5, and Thomas 3." He pulls out a yellowed drawing: it is the same angel that his mother helped him draw in the Teaser. At the bottom, it says: "Frank drew this on December 24, 1946." ACT THREE: INT. FRANK'S HOUSE - NIGHT The doorbell RINGS. It's Lara with a bag of holiday goodies. They are very friendly with one another. FRANK Hi, thanks for coming over. LARA No problem. I brought pumpkin bread, cranberry bread, and some very excellent, fat-free eggnog. FRANK You think I need to lose weight? LARA No, the bread's not fat-free! You look great: it's just that I think if you can eat something fat-free that tastes great, then why not? You can have seconds. FRANK (smiling) Okay, then I'll get four glasses. And a knife to cut the bread. Frank heads toward the kitchen, while Lara seats herself in the living room. She sees the two angel drawings displayed side-by-side on the coffee table. FRANK You found them. LARA You're right: I can't tell them apart. They're very powerful. We know the real reason Lara came over: Frank is concerned with his daughter's premonitions. He picks up the drawing on her left. FRANK Yeah. My mother helped me draw this one on Christmas Eve morning, 1946. That night she died. Locked in her room alone. She was there to help me draw this -- maybe she was there to help Jordan. He stops, gesturing vaguely. FRANK (CONT'D) I see ... instinctively, intuitively, intensely -- it's getting stronger on another plane since I started working with the Millennium Group. (beat) Lara, I think Jordan sees the way you do. I know we just can't somehow wish it away, that we can't stop from seeing. But I need to know what's going to happen to my daughter. Lara takes a deep breath, trying to find suitable words that won't alarm him. LARA Here's my thing ... This is a tough time of year for me. She gets up and gestures at the Christmas angel on top of the tree. LARA (CONT'D) Angels are everywhere. FRANK I know. I've been seeing them myself. Lara begins decorating Frank's tree; he moves to join in. LARA (flatly) Yeah, cute, cuddly, flapping their wings, blowing their little horns all over place ... You know that wings on angels are something that the early church took from the Egyptian gods because people liked it? FRANK So these drawings are not true depictions? LARA Well, it's not what I see, but from them, I get the same feeling when "he" appears. And that's how it all started when I was a kid -- I just sort of felt them. I felt a presence around me. And then one day, a man came over to our house; he was just an out-of-town business associate of my father's. They were talking in the living room ... and there he was. Standing -- well, not standing -- behind this man, in an intense, beautiful light. I was overwhelmed with this horrible sensation. And I went to my mom and I told her that that man was going to die today. My mom got so mad at me for saying such a thing ... but he did. He had a coronary in his hotel room that afternoon. FRANK And you've seen and felt them ever since. LARA Yeah, but I didn't talk about it much until Peter Watts approached me about the Millennium Group. See, I figured everyone saw them. But I got very clued in when my mother took me to see Father Esposito, who angrily insisted if I kept "seeing things", that I'd have to become a nun -- which was a very noble calling, but ... (waggling her eyebrows) ... is a serious setback in a boy's interest in you. Frank laughs, but Lara becomes serious. LARA (CONT'D) I don't know how you can prepare her, Frank. You're right: they won't just go away. And for me, it only gets more intense as I get older. (beat) He only appears to warn me of imminent danger, or to point me into the direction of evil's presence. Lara's expression becomes both reverent and bittersweet, trying to describe her angel to Frank. LARA (CONT'D) When he appears, all my senses are heightened: everything is clear and uncluttered in my mind, and my heart ... I feel like nothing can stand in my way ... But I would've done anything, anything, not to have this in my life. Frank moves away, disheartened at the prospect of his daughter's future. Lara takes his hand. LARA (CONT'D) But Frank, look: at least she's got a father who understands, and that -- that will really help her. And if there's anything I can do, ever, anytime ... FRANK (grateful) Thank you. Lara gestures at the angel drawings. LARA But there is one thing. In the bible -- and to me -- there are messengers. This was brought to your attention, and you said you'd seen angels all day. So my immediate concern isn't for Jordan, but for you. You may not be able to see them, but I feel that something is trying to be communicated to you. (pointing to the drawing) And there's only one place to find the answer. BEGIN FLASHBACK. INT. BLACK RESIDENCE - NIGHT Frank is drawing the angel with his mother. We pull back to reveal his father sitting in an easy chair a few feet away from them, staring thoughtfully out the window. END FLASHBACK. INT. FRANK'S HOUSE The Christmas tree topples over. Lara sighs. LARA Oh, great. Another angel just got its wings. EXT. HENRY BLACK'S HOUSE - NIGHT Frank approaches his old home. It has not aged well, compared to the adjacent houses. Frank sees a nightman carrying a long pole with a torch on the end, lighting the oil lamps on street poles from the old days. When Frank looks again, the man is gone and the light is just an ordinary lamppost. He FLASHES back to Christmas Eve, 1946. BEGIN FLASHBACK. A young Frank tries to enter his mother's room but it closes shut on him. YOUNG FRANK Mom! END FLASHBACK. EXT. HENRY BLACK'S HOUSE Frank knocks on the front door, triggering barking from a dog. HENRY (from inside) Quiet, you'll raise the dead! Who is it? FRANK Frank. HENRY (from inside) My son, Frank? FRANK Yeah. Henry opens the door, surprised by a visit from his eldest son. HENRY Well, get in: catch a death of cold. INT. HENRY BLACK'S HOUSE Frank steps inside. He takes in the familiar old atmosphere. BEGIN FLASHBACK. Frank's mother, her arms crossed over her stomach, walks past her son. He looks up. YOUNG FRANK Mom? She doesn't say anything, but he follows her to the stairs. She stops, looks at her son lovingly and caresses his face, then continues up the stairs. Frank sits at the head of the stairs. END FLASHBACK. INT. HENRY BLACK'S HOUSE Henry watches his estranged son nervously. HENRY Are you hungry? FRANK No. Frank picks up an old photograph of his mother, reminding Henry of something. HENRY Oh, yeah, did you get the one I sent you? Did Jordan? Does she know it was me? FRANK (lying) Yeah. (then, getting to the point) I need to see her room. HENRY Stay awhile, have a seat; we have a lot of years to talk over -- FRANK I don't think we do. Henry's face falls. FRANK (CONT'D) Where's the key? HENRY (cynically) Well, that's a kick, isn't it? I thought you came here to wish me a Merry Christmas, show me a couple pictures of my little granddaughter. FRANK Where's the key? Henry doesn't answer. Frank heads up the stairs, rousing his father, who calls after him: HENRY You know -- you know you're not supposed to go up there! You're not allowed up there! You know that! Frank finds the key on a shelf in front of his mother's room and unlocks it. He turns on the light, revealing dozens of angel drawings covering the walls. The exact same angel drawing that his mother helped he and his daughter draw is pinned here. TAG: INT. HENRY BLACK'S HOUSE - LINDA'S ROOM As Frank touches the paintings, he goes back to Christmas Eve night, 1946. BEGIN FLASHBACK. Linda gives her husband a little smile as she opens her present, but Henry seems nervous. A young Frank looks on. Her expression changes to sadness. LINDA (to Henry) They're not coming back, you know. They're gone forever. Henry takes the angel from her hands and sets it on a glass stand. Linda gets up from her chair gingerly, clutching her stomach. Again, Frank watches his mother walk away, but he follows; at the stairs, she looks at him lovingly. Upstairs, the door closes on the young Frank. END FLASHBACK. INT. HENRY BLACK'S HOUSE - LINDA'S ROOM Frank comes downstairs and heads toward the door but stops. His father comes around the corner. HENRY What you just saw pushed us away from each other. Even though nothing made us sadder. FRANK Sad enough to let her die alone? Henry points to a large, square piece of fabric hanging on the wall. It is embroidered with a star. HENRY See that star? The gold star? It was hung in windows by families who had lost a loved one overseas. Your mother hung one for her brother, Joe, your uncle. You didn't know that, did you? Frank shakes his head. HENRY (CONT'D) Yeah, Joe was stationed in England and we all knew he was going to be a part of the Allied invasion. We didn't know, of course, nobody knew. It was a secret, maybe the biggest secret in the 20th century -- about what date that D-Day would begin. It was June 5, 1944. It was just another night, we were all sitting around listening to the radio; when suddenly, your mother jumped up and blurted out, "The Allied forces are attacking!" Well, we all looked at her like she had gone nuts, then suddenly, she broke out in tears -- huge, weeping tears -- and ran upstairs to that room. And she was right. Her brother had died on the beachhead on the first wave on the beaches of Normandy. FRANK She knew about Uncle Joe before she died. HENRY Yeah, yeah, but I didn't know about that for a long time. After that night, she took to that room; she moved out of our bedroom, out of our bed, and she started drawing those little angels. She told me about Joe -- that she had had a vision that he was going to die on D-Day. Well, I believed her, but it, uh, scared me to death. Because in those days, people who saw things, who had visions, that was the first ticket to the nuthouse. So I was afraid, I was afraid for both of us, I was afraid for you. You didn't see quite things the way your mother did, but there was quite clearly a difference -- in the different sense that others didn't. So there was this ability that your mother had -- that you had -- and that she couldn't control. And I understood that, but it was taking my family away. (voice breaking) It was taking my wife away: a woman I loved more than anything else in this world. I loved her so much, so much ... (looking up) I don't know, Frank, if you can understand how that happens between a man and his wife. Frank of course, thinks of Catherine and what she had told him earlier about her hopes and fears, understanding fully. FRANK I know too well. HENRY So she told me that had been told -- that she had seen -- that she was about to die. Well, that was the last straw. (still haunted by the memory, he shouts) "You don't see nothin', Linda! Nothing! It's in your mind! You don't see a damn thing!" Frank flashes back to a young Henry repeating those lines to him. HENRY I told that to you, too! "You saw nothing!" (then, suddenly) Do you remember the Blue Rose Tea? FRANK (a little confused) Yeah. HENRY They used to have those little angel things that you could send away for. Your mother wanted one in the worst way and I wouldn't have the damn things in the house. Fifty-one years ago, she changed her mind: she gave in and said she wasn't seeing angels anymore. The last picture she made was with you. That scared me, Frank: it scared me enough that I gave in. I wanted to find her one of those little Blue Rose angels. I finally found one at the Woolworth's. I gave it to her ... she was so touched. We made a pact over that, your mother and I -- I told her that I would love her forever. And she said that she would move the figurine to show that she was waiting for me on the other side, where I, too, could see the angels. And where we could finally be forever together. Fifty-one years ago tonight, Tchaikovsky on the radio, she kissed me good-bye, and then moved to you kids, hugged you, kissed you. And she rose, and with the most serene smile on her face, she walked up to that room alone, as she wanted. It was the only way it could've been, Frank ... And that figurine didn't move an inch in fifty-one years. Thinking of a way to affirm his dead mother's presence, Frank shows Henry the angel drawing. FRANK Jordan drew this. Henry looks at it, shocked. He thinks for a moment, then hands the angel figurine to his son, who shakes his head. FRANK (CONT'D) I can't. HENRY No, no, you have your mother's gift. She'd want you to have it. So do I. FRANK What about the sign? HENRY Oh, I got it, I received it. FRANK The drawing? HENRY No, no. She brought you to me. FRANK (after a moment) Why don't you come to church with me tonight? HENRY No, no, I have to listen to my music. (lightly scolding) But I do want a picture of my granddaughter someday. Frank takes out his wallet and hands him a picture of Jordan. Henry beams. HENRY (CONT'D) Well, she's just beautiful. Father and son embrace. FRANK Why did it take so long? Henry simply smiles. HENRY Merry Christmas, Son. FRANK You, too, Pop. HENRY See you soon. FRANK Okay. EXT. BLACK RESIDENCE As Frank walks away, it begins to snow. He looks up at the night sky and sees a shooting star. EXT. CHURCH - NIGHT Catherine and Jordan are climbing the stairs to the entrance. Jordan turns around expectantly and runs to Frank. JORDAN Look! It's Daddy! FRANK Merry Christmas, honey. JORDAN Merry Christmas, Daddy. FRANK You look beautiful. JORDAN Thank you. FRANK Hey, look. Frank gives his daughter the angel statuette and she fingers it, smiling. JORDAN Is this my present, Daddy? FRANK I know how unhappy you were about that angel thing today. JORDAN (solemnly) Grandma wants me to have it. FRANK She would have loved you very much. CATHERINE Jordan, sweetie? The church is filling up. FRANK We'll be right there. (to Jordan) Can I have a big hug? As she embraces her father, she sees something, pointing behind him. JORDAN Look. They turn and see apparitions -- fetches -- walking in the street. JORDAN (CONT'D) Who are those people? Among the fetches is Henry. Frank is saddened for a moment, realizing that his father is dead, but knows that he is with the one he loves the most, as Frank is now. He guides his daughter up the steps. FRANK Your mom is waiting. Frank and Jordan enter the church hand in hand to celebrate Christmas. END. ======================================================== Ten Thirteen Productions in association with 20th Century Fox Television (R) A News Corporation Company Guest Starring Kristen Cloke (Lara Means) Allan Zinyk (Brian Roedecker) Darren McGavin (Henry Black) Terry O’Quinn (Peter Watts) Copyright (c) 1997 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation All Rights Reserved #5C11 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation is the author of this motion picture for purposes of copyright and other laws. The characters and names depicted in this photoplay are fictitious. 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