Touched by an Angel (1994) s03e05 Episode Script

Written in Dust

TESS: Dust, dust and more dust.
We start out with dust, end up with dust.
And in between, people go through the dust trying to find out how old it is and what it really means.
We're gonna be kind of like archaeologists this time too, angel girl.
Gonna help people sift out what to keep and what to leave behind.
Fascinating.
The story of a thousand years in a handful of dirt.
MAN: That's just what got me hooked.
When I was a kid, I-I loved reading people's diaries.
Don't tell my wife.
And one day I realized that archaeology is like reading people's diaries.
It's just what's written in In bits of clay.
Well, right then I knew I'd found my profession.
Learning to read all this is going to be very exciting.
Unless you'd rather be reading the Boston Globe in Boston.
Six more weeks, Roseanne.
Yeah, I can buy back issues when we get home.
So does this look like an ancient Native American campsite to you, Monica? Well, maybe a few more feet, and it will.
ROSEANNE ( chuckling ): Oh, she'll do fine.
She's starting to sound like you.
I don't know, prof.
We could be almost a quarter mile off here.
MONICA: Hey, Dillon? Did you use the legends of your people to locate this site? No, no, no.
State of the art, high-frequency sonograms, carbon-dating, charcoal residue analysis.
We have the technology.
Remember, Dillon, this is her first week.
It took my last research assistant a month to tell the difference between charcoal residue and coffee grounds.
Speaking of coffee? It's coming, prof.
( Man yelling indistinctly ) What? Zaideh? What's he doing here? I don't know.
How you gonna handle this? ( Stammering ) I mean, he's come all this way.
Um, I've got to at least hear him out.
You're always hearing him out, Henry.
But nothing's gonna change until you start listening.
I'm staying out of this.
It's up to you this time.
Roseanne.
Zaideh! Do you know what "Zaideh" means? Yeah, it means "grandfather" in Yiddish.
He must be very hot in that suit.
Well, if love can keep you warm, it can keep you cool.
Zaideh, my God! What are you doing here? Ah-ha-ha-ha! ( Chuckles ) Whoa! Oh, boy.
Hey.
What a schlep.
You okay? How did you get here? Oh.
"It ain't far," the bus driver tells me.
By him, it ain't far.
By me, believe me, it's a schlep.
Anyone know you're here? Why didn't you let me know? ( Groans ) Full of questions, as always, huh, boychik? ( chuckles ) Listen, you got water? Yeah.
I'd like a nice glass of water.
( Sighs ) TESS: This is a very special place, baby.
There's a history lesson waiting to be unearthed.
What has happened here, and what is going to happen here, has to be sifted through.
And we're going to have to do it together.
And we're gonna have to do it very, very carefully, or we could miss the most precious discovery of all.
( Della Reese & The Verity All-Stars' "Walk With You" playing ) REESE: ♫ When you walk ♫ ♫ Down the road ♫ ♫ Heavy burden ♫ ♫ Hea-ea-eavy load ♫ ♫ I will rise ♫ ♫ And I will walk with you ♫ REESE: ♫ I'll walk with you ♫ CHORUS: ♫ I'll walk with you ♫ ♫ Till the sun Don't even shine ♫ ♫ Walk with you ♫ ♫ Walk with you ♫ ♫ Every time ♫ ♫ I tell ya I'll walk with you ♫ ♫ Walk with you ♫ ♫ Believe me I'll walk with you ♫ Ah.
Oh.
It's been a long time, Zaideh.
Yes, a long time.
Frankly, I I didn't expect to hear from you.
Ah.
So This is how you live? Hm.
For For this you went to college? For years and years.
It's a dig, Zaideh.
An archaeological dig.
They They pay you to dig up sand? Oh, you must need money.
No.
Here.
Come on.
No, no, no.
No, no.
Look, I got it.
Here, take it.
Hey Hey.
Zaideh You haven't changed.
I missed you.
You look good.
You're gonna outlive all of us.
Heh.
Baruch HaShem.
"Bless God," indeed.
And a good day it is for it too.
What? You have Hebrew-speaking Irish people working for you? This is my research assistant, Monica.
Monica, this is Sam Moskowitz.
Ahh.
Pleasure to meet you.
Well, it's nice to meet you.
Please, please join us here.
Thank you.
You know, he's a very important man.
( Chuckling ): Zaideh.
You're working for a great scientist, my grandson.
This is Dillon New Eagle.
Hello.
He's a student intern, but he's a great scientist in his own right.
My grandfather has decided to honor us with a visit.
A short visit.
Welcome to the archaeological site of something historic.
We don't know what it is.
So far we found this.
Oh.
Oh.
If I'd known there was gonna be a group, huh, I would have brought, uh, an assortment.
HENRY: A mezuzah.
I don't have a door to hang it on.
So you'll pin it on your tent.
W-what is it? MONICA: A mezuzah.
It has a A tiny scroll inside with a prayer.
It blesses the home.
Hey, they must have very good schools in Ireland.
( laughter ) Well, um, where I come from, they They teach you a little bit about everything.
Huh.
Sam, come on.
I'll show you around.
Thank you.
( Grunts ) Henry.
I, uh I would like to see Roseanne.
Well You know she loves you.
But she thinks that you and I should talk without her.
I should talk.
You should listen.
HENRY: She says that too, but Oh, she did? Smart lady.
I always liked Roseanne.
What? Oh, Henry.
It was It was never personal.
Well, so, show me around.
Okay.
Well, There's something going on there.
I wonder what the story is.
( Mysterious tribal theme playing ) What is it? There's a guy waving out there.
You see someone up there? Yeah.
Don't you? That guy I don't know.
It must have been a mirage.
Wow.
This desert's dangerous.
I'm gonna get some water.
Navajo lived here for centuries.
Then about 100 years ago, this little community died out.
We don't know why.
Disease, perhaps.
Or maybe a hard winter.
Whatever it was, it was complete and final.
ROSEANNE: Maybe they all just stopped talking to each other.
That could finish off a family pretty fast.
Roseanne.
( Chuckles ) Roseanne.
Oh.
How you doing, Sam? Well, for the shape I'm in, I'm in pretty good shape.
Hey, Roseanne.
Yeah? You see what Henry's doing? He's saving out the wood and the metal, just like the junkyard.
He's in the family business after all, your husband.
No, Zaideh, I'm not.
What I do here has nothing to do with the family.
When did you decide to acknowledge that we were husband and wife, huh? Hey, wait a minute.
What did I say? Look, I'm not gonna start this all over again.
Monica? Can you take my truck and drive my grandfather back to the city, please? You have a return ticket, Zaideh? Henry, this is not the way to do this.
What is this? What? ( Tribal theme playing ) Hm.
A piece of cloth.
Where was this? Right here.
Well The Navajo stopped making this design around 1890.
Henry.
Don't change the subject.
How can you pack him off like that? You heard him starting again.
First with the family and the family business, then the crack about "your husband.
" Before you know it, we'll be right back into it.
He wasn't starting anything.
He's proud of you.
And he called you my husband because you are.
And maybe he's ready to accept that.
I'm not gonna get back into it with him.
( Sighs ) Maybe he doesn't want to.
Henry, he's holding out an olive branch here.
He came all the way to the desert, where you couldn't ignore him.
I think maybe he wants to forgive you.
I don't want his forgiveness.
I don't need to be forgiven.
My family turned their back on me.
Have you forgotten what they put us through? No, I haven't forgotten.
And I'm not saying that that didn't hurt.
But Henry, I also realize that that had absolutely nothing to do with me.
Sam just wanted what was best for you.
And he couldn't believe that a Catholic girl from Boston was it.
So he disowned me.
( Sighs ): You dared him to disown you, and he was just stubborn enough to do it.
It runs in the family, by the way.
Oh, honey This isn't about being married to a Catholic.
Your marrying me was just your final blow for independence.
( Car engine stopping ) ( car doors slamming ) I love you.
I love you, Roseanne, and I-I always have.
DILLON: Henry, you better come out here.
( Sighs ) ( wind blowing ) Hosteen Edison will speak for us.
EDISON: My grandfather gave this to me.
SAM: Ooh, let me see that.
Zaideh.
Oh, that's That's a beauty.
Finer than anything you'll dig up here.
I'm not here to dig up jewellery.
I'm here digging up history to enrich our understanding of your people and of this land.
How can you tell me of this land when you have not lived here, as my people have? I see one Navajo face.
What are you doing here? Getting my archaeology credit.
This is your land.
No, I'm I live in Phoenix.
Hosteen Edison, this place has so much to tell us about your people.
There's a A mystery here.
Something happened here in this place.
And we don't know what it was.
He's always asking questions, this boy.
My grandfather, Shi-Cheeh always told me about the troubled spirits here.
( Speaks in Navajo ) "Spirits.
" ( tribal theme playing ) They should not be disturbed.
You must stop this dig.
If you stay, your spirit will become troubled.
It is wrong to disturb this place.
It is dangerous.
It is not your right to be here.
I'm not gonna argue with you.
I I have my dig permit.
And I have a perfectly legal right to be here.
Government permits, government legal rights have always been used as a shield for cowards.
I beg your pardon? All right, everybody, hold it.
A big smile now.
( Camera clicks ) Oh, that's gonna be a nice one.
Wait till they see that back home.
So you're a professional photographer.
Well, not exactly.
Actually, I just developed an interest for photography very recently.
Very recently.
Oh, yeah? Um, what's that button there for? Which one? This very technical-looking button.
Oh, that button.
Um, uh, that's the button for the thing that, um, adjusts the part that, uh that changes things when you snap it.
It's It's very complicated equipment.
But I couldn't think of another place to try it other than this desert.
This very hot, dry hot desert.
Well if you'll excuse me, I feel an inspiration coming on.
( Mumbling ): Hot, dry desert.
HENRY: Roseanne? I can't find her anywhere.
Roseanne? Oh.
She left this for you.
She left this for me? Yes.
She She got a ride out with the water truck.
Roseanne? She's gone? She had some, uh, business in Boston.
MONICA: Uh, Sam? Do you want beans tartare beans primavera, or beans à la Henry? Beans.
Don't think about it too much, Sam.
With pork? I don't know.
Well, you should know.
It makes no difference to me.
Well, to me it makes.
It should make a difference to you too.
Give me a break, okay? All that religious stuff it don't work for me.
Hm.
It works for God.
Huh.
That's not enough? It's a closed subject, okay? What? Look, what are you talking? You spend every day digging for dead things.
Every shard, every artifact brings the past to life, you say, huh? So keeping kosher, saying Hebrew by rote, well, what's that? Empty ritual.
Empty? ( Mournful theme playing ) Empty.
This is what you call your heritage? This is what you call your people? I'm an archaeologist not a Jew.
Henry.
Henry, listen to me.
I'm an old man, Henry.
My family is heh Is like broken china.
I would like to see it put back together before it's too late.
My wife is my family.
And she's gone.
Yes.
Look, after your parents died, did you say Kaddish for them? Did you come all the way out here to get me to say Kaddish for my parents? No.
I came here to ask you to say Kaddish for me.
What's a Kaddish? The Jewish prayer for the dead.
Sam wants Henry to say it.
For whom? For Sam.
He's dying.
( Mysterious theme playing ) Excuse me.
I overheard Sam asking you to say Kaddish for him.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, don't be.
He's not dying.
( Mumbling ): He's not dying.
Ha.
Heh-heh.
You know, back there was not so pretty.
Mm.
Such tsuris it gives me.
Ah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
You know, for my Zaideh, this would be forbidden.
( laughs ) Yes.
He was very frum.
"Orthodox.
" Outside of marriage, you didn't touch a woman.
Of course for me I-I don't follow that tradition.
Things change.
The world changes.
Maybe Henry will too.
Henry? Heh-heh.
Henry has a problem of doing anything that makes sense.
He can't imagine that anyone's ever been there before, that everybody's done it before, that anyone has lived before, that they have loved before.
No.
He can only imagine that somebody has made pottery and blankets before.
It's not me that Henry is mad at, you know.
It's God.
God? Yeah.
Authority figures make him crazy.
He hates the fact that there's somebody out there running things, who's bigger, smarter, knows all the answers.
Of course, he can't see God, but he can see me.
So ( car engine stopping ) He takes it out on his Zaideh.
( car door slamming ) Did you know that the highest form of respect for the Navajo is to call someone grandfather? Mm-hm.
In fact, some tribes even address God as grandfather.
God as grandfather? I like that.
( Chuckling ) ( men talking, laughing ) Oh.
Excuse me.
Get any good pictures, huh? "What's that teeny, tiny technical button?" You pull a stunt like that again, that halo's comin' down round your neck.
( Giggles ) I got you going though, didn't I? ( Chuckling ) So, Tess, did you see Andrew out there? No, but I heard he was coming.
And Sam really is dying? The Angel of Death has many jobs, baby.
Sometimes it's to bring us good news, and sometimes it's to bring us bad news.
Now did Dillon see Andrew? Yes.
I think he did.
Mmm.
Look at that.
A Navajo tribal elder meets a New York tribal elder.
Now, that ought to be good.
Thank you.
I'm walking on stilts for legs here.
Ooh! I'm telling you.
After 70, it's krechts, krechts, krechts.
Uphill one walks slowly.
Downhill, one rolls fast.
( Chuckling ): That's right.
( Speaking in Yiddish ) That's Yiddish.
A dying language.
Like Navajo.
You know I was a code talker during the war.
That was the last time the world heard us.
I heard about you boys.
Sure.
You sent secret messages in Navajo all over the Pacific.
The Japanese couldn't break the code.
Ha-ha-ha.
Oh, I wish I could have seen their faces trying to figure you guys out.
( Melancholy tribal theme playing ) Our language served this country and it serves our people.
But the children They're beginning to forget our ways and our language.
Well, my Henry hasn't forgotten.
He just doesn't want to know.
Perhaps if he learned to understand the ways of his people maybe, just maybe he would appreciate the ways of ours.
Appreciate? Well, he already appreciates.
What do you think he's doing here in this desert? I am afraid to find out.
Your grandfather's coming back.
Of course he is.
Looks like the Navajos have settled in for the long haul.
Great.
Just great.
Well, they can't stay there forever.
( laughs ) Can they? They're gonna do what they have to do.
Dillon, do you think we have any right to be here? I-I don't know.
( Mysterious tribal theme playing ) HENRY: Hey! What is it? I don't know what to make of it.
It's a It's a bullet.
Dillon, come here.
Single-shot Springfield? Hmm.
Army issue, late 1860's.
What's it doing here? Hey, Henry, are you in a mess.
Your Zaideh is dying, and the Indians are resisting out there.
Native American Navajo, Zaideh.
They're demonstrating peacefully, hopefully briefly.
And you are not dying.
All right.
All right.
You can't handle the truth, I understand.
It's a lot to take in.
But that Hosteen you should listen to him.
He's not so different from us, you know.
I say something in Yiddish, he says the same thing in Navajo.
Yeah, Dillon.
Dillon.
Your people have a saying: "The crop is worth more than the seed.
" Uh, my grandfather used to say that about his children.
Ha! So.
"The interest is worth more than the principal.
" I used to say that to Henry all the time.
Hm.
Ah, you know the worst thing about dying is knowing that you'll never see your grandchildren again.
Even though you hardly ever saw them when you were alive.
Even though you disowned them for a little while, heh-heh.
But missed them when you saw them ( weakly ): You saw them again before you died.
( Coughs ) Sam are you all right? ( Grunting ) Did you think about it, Henry? Huh? Saying Kaddish for me? No, I didn't, because you're not dying.
And I don't speak Hebrew anymore.
Ah.
Ah, I didn't think so.
So I brought along a little prayer book, so you could start practicing.
No, Zaideh.
Uh-uh.
Um This act on me, because it's not going to work.
Don't come here, and try and guilt me into religion, okay? I don't want your prayer book.
I don't want your mezuzah.
I don't want your God.
( Somber theme playing ) ( mysterious tribal theme playing ) ( man speaking Navajo ) ( softly ): Grandfather.
Are you a ghost? I can't I don't understand you.
I don't speak Navajo that well anymore.
ANDREW: He wants you to listen, Dillon.
This is a dream.
This is the memory of your grandfather.
You've forgotten about this place, I guess.
Your grandfather brought you here when you were a boy.
And you walked around those rock formations outside.
And he told you something that he wanted you to remember.
He passed on to you the truth about this place.
And he placed it in your heart, Dillon.
For safekeeping.
And it is time for you to remember what this place is and what it means to the Navajo and what it means to you, Dillon.
Now, how do you get this to taste like cappuccino without a cappuccino maker? Oh, it's just a little desert survival technique I picked up along the way.
Of course, nobody actually needs decaf mocha latte to survive, but it makes surviving so much nicer.
( laughter ) Oh, no.
They've gone too far.
Okay, move.
Move.
I said, move! Henry, you can't Hosteen Edison may I speak with you alone? You are speaking alone.
All right.
( Exhales ) Well, then we can talk right here.
That's right, talk.
I'll kibbitz a little.
It's taken me three years to get my dig permit.
I am not gonna stop this excavation because of some story your grandfather told you.
For me my grandfather's words are more than just "some story.
" See? Someone still thinks that grandparents count for something.
Zaideh.
Stay out of it.
See? You should have taken him back when you could.
He wanted to stay.
Who are you working for here, him or me? Well, actually Henry, uh, there's something I need to tell you.
Excuse me.
Is it some secret Navajo password that'll make them leave? Um, not exactly.
All right.
Well, I've got one.
Henry Okay listen people.
Huh.
I'm not interested in your In your spirits.
And I'm not interested in your Your instincts about this place.
As a matter of fact if you would leave me alone, I just might find something that would substantiate all of your spiritual hunches.
Our spirits don't need the white man's science to tell us this place is sacred.
My science needs something better than that.
Now, if you're not out of here by tomorrow morning, I'm coming back with help more workers.
And we'll just tear this place up right out from under you.
You'll wish you never heard from me.
We already do.
Okay, guys.
Let's go.
( Tense theme playing ) Oh, man.
I should have seen this coming.
Monica? Sometimes things can be sacred to someone, Henry, even if they're not sacred to you.
Maybe this is one of those times.
Henry, how would you feel if somebody burned our temple? This is not a temple.
This is an old campground, for God's sake.
How do you know? Dillon tells me you found a bullet.
Great.
Yes.
Yes, I did.
And that changes everything, I guess.
You should understand these things, Henry.
You should have respect.
Oh, sonneleh.
You are a disappointment.
Well, there's a newsflash.
My God, Zaideh.
You want to know from disappointment? Let me tell you.
You and your religious crap.
"Eat this.
Wear that.
Don't eat this.
Say that.
" It's got nothing to do with me.
That is your history.
That's your history! You can keep it.
The only history I'm interested in is Is right here.
This is all I care about.
And here you are again, trying to stop me from doing what I want.
Well, this time I disown you, Zaideh.
You are out of my life as of now.
I want you gone by tomorrow morning.
( Reflective theme playing ) Ah, what a beautiful night.
Hmm.
It feels good, everybody gathered around the campfire.
Eh, not everybody.
Well, the night's not over yet.
EDISON: It is a good fire, my young friend.
Thanks.
Fire guards and gathers us together.
It makes me feel like singing.
♫ Down in the valley ♫ ♫ The valley so low ♫ ( coyote howling in distance ) ♫ Hang your head over ♫ ♫ Hear the wind blow ♫ That's a good idea.
Let's hear the wind blow for just a minute.
( Singing in Navajo ) ( mysterious tribal theme playing ) ( ground rumbling ) Whoa! ( Tense music playing ) ( groans ) Help! Help! Oh, where's Monica? She had some work to do.
Mmm.
This is good.
Do you pick the herbs yourself? No.
It's red zinger.
I get it at my local market.
Now, I had this dream last night.
Dreams carry great power.
Tell me about your dream.
Well I dreamt of my grandfather.
And he told me of when I was young, and he took me to a place of red rocks.
And when we got there, he told me a story that his grandfather told him.
Once there was a village there.
Then Kit Carson moved his men against the Navajo.
They burned the fields, burned the orchards, burned the hogans.
Carson's men used single-shot Springfields to kill resisters.
They dumped the bodies in a cave and sealed it up.
There is truth in dreams and in old men.
Too many massacres have happened on this land.
The walls of Canyon de Chelly are stained with our people's blood.
Most of our Navajo nation were rounded up here and force-marched over 300 miles to Bosque Redondo in New Mexico.
Hundreds died on that long walk, and many more at Bosque Redondo.
It was like a concentration camp.
Whole families perished.
Men, women and the children.
DILLON: I think this is the place.
The bullets, the pieces of cloth, the child's moccasin.
People died here.
Children died here.
Both of our people have survived holocausts.
We survive, yes because we got children to grow.
For them we find what is still beautiful in the world.
It all is beautiful, my friend.
We have a song and it says: "May the house be beautiful within.
"May the house be beautiful without.
"At the doorway "where our mother, the Earth, "holds my house in her palm, "may it be beautiful.
In beauty may I walk.
" You know, every Pesach of my Every Passover of my life I always said, "Next year in Jerusalem.
Next year in the Holy City.
" But now that I'm an alter cocker, I see every place can be holy.
Hosteen Edison I've always dreamed of becoming an archaeologist.
But how can I dig if the Navajo believe that everything is sacred? If I can't dig, I can't prove the existence of sacred sites.
It will all lie buried under dust.
And I value the Navajo history.
I want the world to know about my people.
There is a balance.
And we will find it together.
We must.
Excuse me.
I gotta find a handshake too.
TESS: ♫ Swing low ♫ ♫ Sweet chariot ♫ Sonneleh? Henry.
Henry! Henry? ♫ Swing low ♫ ♫ Sweet, sweet, sweet chariot ♫ ♫ Coming for To carry me home ♫ Henry! Henry! ♫ Swing low ♫ ♫ Swing low, sweet Sweet chariot ♫ ♫ Coming for To carry me ho-ooome ♫ ♫ Swing low-oh-oh ♫ ♫ Sweet, sweet chariot ♫ ♫ Coming for To carry me ♫ ♫ ho-oooome ♫ God, I got a question.
( Somber theme playing ) Before I die, I want my little Henry to embrace me again.
But But more importantly, I want him to embrace you again.
How do I do that, God? Hmm? I don't know anymore.
Where? Where are the words? Tell me, please.
Tell me what I should do.
TESS: What if he says "Do nothing"? Uh I was just having a little conversation here.
So far, I I wasn't getting an answer.
Well, maybe you are right now.
Oh, no.
What, am I getting cataracts now? No.
Now you're seeing just fine.
I'm an angel, Sam.
Of course, I should have known.
Sure, you come into the desert, you see a burning bush.
Angel you came here to tell me about my sonneleh, heh? All right.
Please, tell me.
How can I bring him back to God? That's not your job to reconcile your grandson and God.
That's between God and Henry.
What, you're telling me I came all the way out here for nothing? I'm a failure? Oh, no.
You're not a failure.
Not in the sight of God.
You've been a good and faithful man.
You've raised both your children and your grandchildren the way the Book of Proverbs says.
Train up a child in the way that he should go, and when he's older, he'll not depart from it.
God said that, Sam.
And it will happen whether you're there to see it or not.
God said this.
He said this to you personally? From his lips to my ears.
Oh.
Baruch HaShem.
Eh, angel, it's been very nice, but I have to go now.
God and Henry, they can make their own reunion.
But first, Henry and me we have to make ours.
( Soothing theme playing ) Henry.
Henry! HENRY ( yelling ): Help! I'm gonna die down here! Somebody help me! ( Ground rumbling ) Help! Help! Can you hear me?! Sonneleh! Henry! Zaideh! Is that you?! Oh.
Oh.
I'm coming.
Oh.
( Grunting ): Henry, I'm coming, son.
Ugh! Henry! Zaideh! Thank God! I have so much to tell you.
All right.
Come on.
Take my hand.
I used to have the strength of a lion.
God give me that strength.
( Moans ) Zaideh, are you okay? Ooh, the pain.
What? Forget it.
I'll pull you up.
No.
Zaideh! ( yelling in agony ) Zaideh! No! ( Whispers ): No.
( Intense theme playing ) I hate you.
I hate you! MONICA: Believe it or not, that's a good start.
You hate God.
God loves you.
But at least you're talking.
Monica? How did you get I could get here because I'm an angel.
An angel? Sent by God, in answer to Sam's prayer.
And in answer to yours.
This is not what I prayed for.
You see, now, it's I can't make my peace with him.
It's too late.
It's too late.
I can't do it.
Yes, you can.
Because the peace your Zaideh prayed for was not peace with him, but with God.
It is not faith in your fathers that survives from generation to generation, but the faith of your fathers.
And it lives here now.
And it's yours to grasp, Henry.
It's the real help in times of trouble.
It's the legacy that Sam has left you and the gift that God has given you.
For where there is faith, it is never too late.
I don't know how to show that faith.
Yes, you do.
It's a gift God gave to his people.
The Kaddish.
( laughter ) SAM ( chuckling ): So this is what it's like, huh? Well, it's not as bad as I thought.
ANDREW: It is It is beautiful.
( Slow, melancholy theme playing ) I'm Andrew.
You're the Angel of Death? You're so young.
( Chuckling ): Oh, I'm older than you think.
( Chuckling ): A young fella comes for me.
Hey, you know something? You're in collections too.
Sure.
We're both in the junk business.
( laughing ): That's a good one.
( laughs ) This is where I heard it.
It was right there.
Henry! Grab my arm.
I'll pull you out.
( Grunting ) Oh.
Zaideh.
Sam would want a simple burial.
As quickly as possible.
That's the Jewish way.
It's the Navajo way too.
It is an honor to share this sacred burial grounds with you.
Thank you.
Mm.
I was wrong.
I know that was hard for you to say.
That's the right thing to say.
Mm.
And as far as my work is concerned here's my dig permit.
I have learned that this is a sacred place.
Mm.
I wish to honor all the people who died here.
Ashes to ashes.
Do you know what it means in English, "Kaddish"? No.
It's a prayer that praises God by saying that God is above all praise.
I thought it was a prayer for the dead.
It's a prayer for the living a gift of peace to help you carry on.
This was Sam's prayer book.
It's yours now.
( Slow, melodic theme playing ) EDISON: I'm not a Jew, but that never bothered Sam.
He is a good man.
He loves the Creator.
We are honored to have him here.
Wherever you walk, may it be beautiful, my brother.
Shalom, Sam.
( Speaks in Navajo ) ( speaks in Yiddish ) Baruch HaShem.
Amein.
Amein.
( rousing orchestral theme playing ) ( cooing ) ( heartfelt theme playing )