Touched by an Angel (1994) s03e22 Episode Script

Have You Seen Me?

JAKE: Go on now, boys.
Eat your breakfast.
We gotta get to school.
AMY: Yeah, your lunches are almost ready.
NOAH: Hank, leave me alone.
Ew.
Hank! What? I'm not doing anything.
Hank.
AMY: Hank.
He gave me a wet willie.
Hank.
Hank.
We're out of milk.
AMY: Well, I'll pick some up on my way home.
Hey, Noah, what do you wanna do for your birthday? Have a party? Yeah, right.
Who'd come? Hey, of course you can have a party.
All right, come on.
Let's get a move on.
Time and school wait for no man, or boys.
These are the Monroes.
They seem like a very happy family.
Well, they are, for the moment.
Are they my assignment? No, just Hank over there.
He's yours.
The parents are mine.
Huh? What about the wee boy? Noah? Whose is he? That's yet to be determined.
(DOOR CLOSING) (SIREN WAILING) (ELEVATOR MUSIC PLAYING) I hate elevator music.
(MUSIC STOPS) (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Thank you.
(SIGHS) So, um, is this them? Mmm-hmm.
And they work in the same office building? And they live in two different worlds.
TESS: His name is Ray.
He needs you to help him unburden himself of a great secret.
And this is? His name is Grant.
He has a secret, too, and more guilt than any one man deserves.
He's had some hard times, and they're about to get harder.
Okay.
Now what? Push the button.
(MUSIC PLAYING) MONICA: Here you go.
Thank you.
(CASH REGISTER DINGING) Hello there.
My name is Monica, and I'll be your server today.
Hi.
And you are? My name? Uh-huh.
My name is Hank.
Hank, what can I get for you? What's the special? Ah, well, actually, the special isn't very special at all.
Um, I'll have a chocolate sundae.
Great.
That'll be right up, and I'll be right back.
MONICA: I need one snow-covered black cow with a siren on top.
There you go.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You looked the other way.
When people look the other way, you can lose a French fry, or something a lot more precious.
Maybe even their soul.
MONICA: Hello there.
Sit down here, Angel Girl.
Now this is going to be one nasty case.
We've got six puzzle pieces and we've got to fit them together and make a pretty picture, and I'm not just talking about puzzle pieces, I'm talking about six human lives.
Now we've got six hands between us, and we're gonna have to use each of them on this case.
♫ When you walk down the road ♫ Heavy burden, heavy load ♫ I will rise and I will walk with you ♫ I'll walk with you till the sun don't even shine ♫ Walk with you, every time ♫ I tell you I'll walk with you ♫ Walk with you ♫ Believe me I'll walk with you ♫ When's Mom coming home? Oh, any minute.
She has a new partner at work and she's showing her the ropes.
Dad, I know what I want for my birthday.
Great.
What? A little brother.
No.
No more little brothers.
They're a pain.
Hank.
And, Noah, your Mom and I aren't having any more children.
It's not fair.
Hank got me.
And you're all we can handle.
Well, I either want a little brother, or some paints.
Paints we can do.
Hey, Noah, paint my picture.
Dad.
Hank.
What? AMY: Hello? Hi.
This is Tess, my new partner.
This is Jake and Noah and Hank.
Nice to meet you, Tess.
Well, I'd shake your hand, but, uh That's quite all right.
Hello there, little one.
I'm gonna be nine on Saturday.
Well, I've heard that boys are at their smartest at age nine.
Can you stay for dinner, Tess? Yes, I can, and I will.
Set another place, would you, Hank? I'm already on it.
Tess sold three houses today.
You're kidding? That's great.
I've never seen anything like it.
Beginner's luck, huh, Tess? I think not.
Hank, could you pour the milk, please? It's in the bag on the counter.
Oh, all right.
Thank you.
Oh, you're welcome.
No, it's not.
Thank you.
Oh, I forgot the milk? No.
Look under the lettuce, baby.
Oh, yeah, there it is.
Hey, Noah, you look just like this dorky kid who's lost on the milk carton.
(LAUGHING) Hank.
No, I'm serious.
Look.
Hank, stop it.
All right, all right.
There you are.
Morning.
(ELEVATOR MUSIC PLAYING) It's a nice day.
I'm new in the building.
My name's Andrew.
(ANDREW SIGHS) And, and you are? Getting off here.
Strike one.
Morning.
Hello.
How are you doing, son? I'm fine.
Great, great.
Nice looking jacket.
Where'd you get that? Didn't pay retail, did you? Tell me you did not pay retail.
Uh, no, no, no.
I, I don't buy my own clothes.
They're given to us.
Oh, a perk.
Good, good, but if you ever need something like that you let me know 'cause I got a guy.
You got a guy? Got a guy.
You're new in the building, aren't you? I'm Ray.
Andrew.
Ray Bishop.
Glad to meet you.
If you ever need anything, or if you know anybody needs anything, you let me know because You got a guy.
I got a guy.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Actually, uh, Ray, I got a question for you.
Good talking to you.
See you again sometime, Andrew.
(SIGHS) Strike two.
All right, it's begun.
No, it's too soon.
Tess, we're not ready.
We're ready when we have to be, and right now we have to be.
Morning.
Hey, how are you doing, Andy? Yeah, it's Andrew, and I'm good, I'm good.
Hmm.
I was wondering, what, what kind of work do you do? A little this, a little that.
How about you? I thought that we were talking about you.
We did.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Hi, Ray.
Hey, how'd you do that? You know, usually I spend a lot more time than this on a case, but I just don't have much on this one, that I know.
What are you talking about? You're not gonna make this easy, are you, so I'm just gonna hit you with it all at once.
Don't touch me.
Ray, I'm an angel.
And I have been sent to you by God to give you a message.
God? God.
Uh-huh.
God knows what you've done, Ray, and he wants you to remember this.
The truth will set you free.
Mmm-hmm, well, whoever set you free made a big mistake.
Talk about cutting to the chase.
Tess, I just don't have the time.
You have less than you think.
Okay, then I'll go find Grant.
I'll find his office.
Grant doesn't come to work anymore.
Uh-oh.
You said it.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) He's in apartment 761.
ANDREW: Grant? Grant, are you home? (CLICKING) (CRYING) Closing time, Hank.
You all right? You haven't said a word since you got here.
I don't know what to say, or who to say it to.
Well, how about your friends? You know, there are some things you just can't talk to your friends about.
Well, how about your parents? Usually, yes.
This time, no.
Well, you can talk to me if you like.
I saw one of those milk cartons.
You know, with the missing kids faces on the back.
And one of them looked just like my little brother Noah.
I see.
And you think that it might be Noah? I don't know what to think.
I went through our photo albums to look for his baby pictures and (SIGHS) There's none of him when he was born and stuff.
What do you think that means? It means it's weird.
But I don't know what that means.
Does it frighten you? No.
Maybe a little.
Hank, go home.
Tell your parents how you feel and see what they say.
You think? Yes.
Now go on.
I have to clean up in here.
I could help you.
You're very sweet, but I'll have it done in no time.
Okay.
MONICA: Good night, Hank.
Good night.
Got it? Yeah.
What kind of party do you want, pal? The kind where I get presents.
Well, that's my favourite kind, too.
All right, get lost, squirt.
Hank, be nice.
Sorry.
All right, get lost, squirt, please.
(LAUGHS) Come on.
I'll be out there in just a second.
Dad, I need to make a family tree, so I'm gonna need baby pictures.
Oh, that shouldn't be too tough.
I can find everyone except Noah.
Noah? Yeah.
Where are his baby pictures? Why aren't they with everyone else's? Ah, you know, maybe you should ask your mother about this.
I did.
She told me to ask you.
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY) Oh, she, she did? Well, um, when we moved into this house from our old house, the moving company lost about eight big boxes and Noah's baby pictures were in there.
That's probably why she told you to see me.
She's still so mad at that moving company.
All you have to do is mention those pictures, she gets hysterical.
Okay, I won't say anything.
Good idea.
Especially on your hands, it makes them cramp all up.
Mom, I need to talk to you.
Just a second, Hank.
That's all right.
I'll wait for you at the office.
Hello, Hank.
Hi.
All right.
I won't be late.
Something wrong? Kind of.
I need to make a family tree for civics class, so I need baby pictures.
Baby pictures.
Um, yeah.
I could find a lot of me, but I couldn't find any of Noah.
I don't know, honey.
Maybe your Dad knows.
I asked him and he told me to talk to you.
Well, all I can think of is that they've been put away somewhere.
Put away? Yeah, well, I might be able to find some, but it could take a while.
JAKE: Let's go.
Oh, jeez, where does the time go? All right, Hank, do you want a ride? No, that's okay.
I'll ride my bike.
Are you sure? All right.
Have a good day.
I'll see you tonight.
Have a good day, Hank.
Come on, let's go.
Bye.
Noah's all dressed and ready to go.
Okay.
You ready? Yep.
Bye, sweetie.
AMY: I've just got to get my blazer.
I'm sorry.
Be right back.
(DOOR OPENING) (DOOR CLOSING) (FOOTSTEPS) (CAR HONKING) I'm coming.
Coming.
Why do I get the feeling you didn't get the answers you were looking for? No answers.
Just more questions.
And what's all this? Looks like a bunch of junk.
I'll be right back.
It's time to fit some of the pieces together.
Andrew and I are handling our side.
It's time for you to move to the next level now.
All right, but how? Hey, look what I found.
What is it? It's an old check, for $25,000 made out to Pioneer Legal Services.
That's not just a check, Hank.
That's a clue.
Cool.
Are you all right? Not really.
Is that because you're afraid you won't find something out, or you're afraid that you will? Both.
(SIGHS) (BUZZING) RAY: Sweetheart, is that you? My fee is $300 an hour for anything legal, and I will absolutely not do anything illegal.
(RAY SNIFFING) What do you need? Oh, we need to find the truth.
What kind of truth? How come my parents gave you this money? (CHUCKLES) All people do anymore is ask me a lot of questions.
Now, kid, it looks like I did a job for the Monroes and that's the truth.
Thanks for stopping by.
Sorry, I don't validate.
Mr.
Bishop, do you handle adoption cases? I handle all kinds of cases.
Would you handle an adoption case in which corners are cut? Absolutely not.
Yeah, right.
Why aren't you in school? We need to know what happened.
Why? The truth will set you free.
That guy in the elevator, he wasn't kidding.
That's what he said.
He was, uh He is, and so am I.
Get outta town.
It's true.
How else would I know about that toe you shot off so you wouldn't have to go to Vietnam? Hey, that was an accident.
Tell the boy the truth, Ray.
Okay, you want the truth, here's the truth.
I did an adoption for the Monroes.
Noah's not my brother? I'm sorry, son.
Your parents should've told you.
Where did the baby come from? Okay, that's enough truth for one day.
You wanna go searching for a missing baby, you look someplace else.
I'm not looking for him.
His father is.
Oh, my God.
Out! Get out! (DOGS BARKING) Where is he? Where could he have gone? JAKE: I don't know.
(DOOR OPENING) Hank, did you take something out of your mother's closet? Where's Noah? I sent him to Billy's house.
Honey, where have you been? Why didn't you tell me about Noah? What about Noah? Don't lie to me.
Don't lie to me any more.
I saw Ray Bishop.
I talked to the lawyer.
You, you did, you did what? I know all about it.
Noah's adopted.
Oh, Hank.
(SIGHS) Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.
We should've told you, and Noah.
It's just that (SIGHS) We just couldn't.
Why not? Noah came from a terrible home.
His mother was a drug user.
One day she overdosed and died, and his father's in prison, and probably will be for a very long time.
That's why we couldn't say anything.
It would kill Noah to know where he came from.
Yeah, I guess it would.
And it still can.
'Cause his dad's not in jail anymore.
He's out.
And he's looking for Noah.
(CRASHING) (SMASHING) No! Good arm.
(PANTING) I've seen you.
You're the, you're the guy from the elevator.
How'd you get in here? Grant, don't you think that enough things have been broken around here? Get out.
This is very beautiful.
Jenna did it.
My wife.
She was a wonderful woman.
Yes, she was.
(SNIFFING) You knew her? We met once.
She used to sit at her easel and paint with the baby in her lap.
You know, sometimes I, I smell her perfume and I think she's still here somewhere in the other room painting or feeding the baby, but then I go in there and This is, uh It's a beautiful boy.
He was.
And sweet.
And he looked just like Jenna.
Exactly like her.
Why am I telling you this? What, what are you doing here? Well, I hope that I can make you feel better.
I don't wanna feel better.
I don't deserve to feel better.
That is not true.
Yes, it is true! (SIGHS) We went running some errands.
We went to the mall.
He was laughing and playing and, and having a good time.
And then he dropped his ball, and I went after it.
I left him, and I went after his ball.
Grant, you and your son were victims of a crime.
This is not your fault.
Oh, no? Well, Jenna thought it was my fault.
She wouldn't even look at me after that.
So, I lost her once then, and then I lost her another time in the accident.
If that's even what it was.
It was an accident, Grant.
It was.
You, um, you should believe me because I know.
Jenna's brakes failed, and she died instantly.
There was no pain and it was an accident.
Yeah, well, that's what the police said.
Maybe it's the truth.
But even if it wasn't, I don't blame her.
I wish I had the guts to do it.
And then after that I was completely alone.
I had no one.
(SNIFFLING) So I I tried to find Johnny again.
I put his face out there again thinking maybe somehow someway somebody would find him and bring him back home.
But they never did.
(CRYING) I looked away (BAWLING) What the Hello, Ray.
Couldn't quite tell the whole truth, could you? So what are you gonna do, Mister Angel, send me to hell? That's not the plan.
Good, 'cause I've been there.
Believe me.
Ray, I am not here to punish you.
I am here to help you, and to help you help others.
You're the only one who can fit all the pieces together.
What pieces? The Monroe adoption.
I don't wanna talk about this.
I know, but God does.
What am I doing here? What are you doing to me? You're here to tell the truth.
RAY: Who's he? His name is Grant.
He's the father of the little boy on the milk carton.
Oh, no.
I can't do this.
Ray, sooner or later the truth always comes out.
It just so happens that now, this time, it's sooner.
ANDREW: Grant? Oh, no.
What do you want? I'm an attorney.
I specialize in adoptions.
Seven years ago this couple came to me.
They had a little boy and they couldn't have any more kids and they wanted another baby.
Well, the waiting list was very long and the price was very high.
And they could afford it and my people went out and they found a kid, a little boy.
A little boy? Go on.
I didn't ask any questions because I didn't want to know the answers.
I took the kid, I gave him away.
I cashed my check.
I did it once, I never did it again.
And I haven't spent a day without thinking about it.
Grant, the little boy is your son.
You sold my son? I didn't know.
I didn't know he was You knew he was someone's son! Yes, yes, he knew.
But he didn't care.
No.
He's right.
I'm ashamed to say it.
I didn't care.
I hate that I did it.
But I did it, and I can't undo it.
I wish I could.
Grant, there's something I should tell you.
I'm an angel, and I've been sent to you by God.
He wants you to know that he is sorry that all this has happened and he is saddened by your pain, but I bring you great news.
Your son is alive.
And he's here.
He's here? Yes, just a few miles away.
He lives with a family who has taken very good care of him for all these years and who love him very much.
Where is he? I want to see him.
I want him back.
Ray? RAY: Ray? Oh, no, no, no.
You're the angel.
You leave me out of this.
You tell him.
Ray, you are a piece of this puzzle.
If you can tell Grant where to find his son, then you will have done your part.
Please.
I'll lose my license.
I'll be disbarred.
This is not about your job.
This is about saving two families.
And, Ray, believe it or not, this is about saving you, too.
Good night, sweetie.
Good night.
(AMY SNIFFLING) Mom, are you crying? No, honey.
I just got something in my eye.
Hey, pal, did you have fun at Billy's house? Yeah.
We played on the swings and we played soldier and we had pizza.
I'm really glad you had a good time, sweetie.
You wanna hear something funny? JAKE: Sure.
Billy's mum, she said I looked like the boy on the milk carton.
JAKE: Good night.
Start packing.
We leave in the morning.
All right, we'll take what we need, put what we can in storage.
I'll call Tess to sell the house.
Ought to take her about five minutes.
Hello, babies.
Tess.
Forgive me for letting myself in.
I've got a message for both of you, and the message is, if you run away from this now, all of your lives you and your family will be looking over your shoulder.
Who sent the message? It was the father, right? Yes, but not the father you're thinking of.
I'm an angel sent by God, the father of all fathers.
Angel? What is this, some kind of a trick? God doesn't play tricks.
He deals in truth.
Well, there's only one truth right now, and that is that we're not letting some drug addict convict take Noah back into some horrible life.
God is not asking you to.
You're a good man, Jake, and you only want what's best for your family.
But you're making a decision tonight based on a lie.
Noah's father was never in prison, and his mother was never an addict.
She did die in a car accident a few years after her son was kidnapped.
Oh, my God.
Noah's father's still alive.
His name is Grant, and he's a good man too.
With a heart every bit as broken as yours.
I can't believe this.
He may have another father, but he is a stranger.
We've raised Noah.
We love him.
He loves us.
He belongs with us.
Noah doesn't belong to you and he doesn't belong to his biological father.
God is Noah's father, just as he's the father of every man, woman and child on the earth.
As parents, you're custodians.
God has trusted you to raise your children the way he wants them to be raised.
With love and compassion for all, not just for those who share your blood.
And not just for those who share your house.
This is all my fault.
What are you talking about? I heard about a lawyer who could make things happen for a price, and I told myself it was a legal adoption, just cutting through the red tape.
'Cause that's what I wanted to believe.
We didn't check him out.
We didn't ask any questions.
We just looked the other way.
One man looked the other way when a child was stolen.
Another man looked the other way when a child was sold.
A couple looked the other way when a child was placed in their arms.
Seems to me it's time for people to stop looking the other way and start looking toward doing the right thing.
And you know what that is.
(CRYING) (SHUSHING) What are you doing? I just want you to know that it's okay that you cracked up my bike.
It is? Yeah, and I'm sorry I called you all those bad words.
I mean, I was mad.
It's okay.
I'm sorry I told Mom you called me all those bad words.
That's okay.
One more thing.
No matter what happens, you'll always be my little brother, okay? Okay.
All right, go to sleep.
Monica? Hello, Hank.
Are you okay? Yes.
I'm an angel.
An angel? Like a guardian angel? Just like one.
And I've been sent here by God to make sure that you're all right.
God? You know God? Yes, I do.
Is God not mad at me for what I did? No.
No, he's not mad.
You sought out the truth.
The truth is sometimes hard to face, but you will rise above it and be freed.
I don't understand what that means.
I know you don't, but God will help you to understand.
You love Noah very much, don't you? He's all right for a squirt.
Hank, when you love someone, you don't have to keep it a secret.
I do.
God knows that and he loves Noah too.
And that's why, whatever takes place here today, God will always be there for Noah.
I promise you that.
(CRYING) HANK: With the pass.
Oh, man.
You missed it.
How are you holding up? Are you sure we shouldn't just tell him, Tess? I mean, maybe we should've just told him everything first.
You can't jump to the second floor right away.
You have to climb step by step, and today is the first step.
(DOORBELL RINGING) It's gonna be okay.
(DOOR OPENING) (DOOR CLOSING) This is Andrew.
He's here for me.
And this is Grant.
He's here for you.
Hello.
Come on, Andrew.
Jake Monroe.
This is my wife, Amy.
So, can I see him? He's outside He's outside with his brother Our son, Hank.
(KIDS SHOUTING CHEERFULLY) (CRYING) I never thought I'd see him again.
His birthday, Christmas, Father's Day.
I just I would hold on and wait for the day to end so that I could forget.
We loved him as though he was our own.
I can see that.
Thank you.
Hold on, I'll bring him in.
We didn't know.
I know.
It's okay.
Everything's all right now.
(DOG BARKING) Noah.
Come here for a minute.
There's somebody you should meet.
Noah, wait up a second.
You'll be all right.
(DOOR OPENING) (DOOR CLOSING) (SIGHS) I wanna take this slow.
Yeah, I think that's a good idea.
(DOOR OPENING) (DOOR CLOSING) Hi, guys.
Hi, Mom.
Noah, uh, this is This is your Grant.
Hi.
Nice to meet you, Noah.
Hi.
So, you like to play ball? Yeah.
Me, too.
Cool.
Noah, Grant's a new friend.
Why don't you go up and show him your room, sweetie? Okay.
Come on.
Come on.
It's okay.
(AMY CRYING) Did you paint these? Yeah.
I like to paint.
You're very good.
Thanks.
I used to know someone who liked to paint just as much as you do.
You look exactly like your mum.
No, I don't.
She has brown hair.
Why do you paint these? I don't know.
You can have it if you want.
Really? Thanks.
You're welcome.
Come here.
It's supposed to be a surprise and I'm not supposed to know, but I think I'm getting some paints and maybe an easel for my birthday.
Hmm, in September.
No.
My birthday's tomorrow.
Oh.
Hey, um, I've got a whole bunch of canvasses at home.
They're yours if you want them.
I can have them? Cool.
Thanks.
I'll make a painting for my mum and dad.
They love my art work.
That's great.
I guess you're pretty lucky to have grown up here.
Luck didn't have anything to do with it.
(PIANO PLAYING) Are you Uh-huh.
We're with Andrew.
This is our son, Hank.
Hi, Hank.
Are you gonna take my brother? Hank.
GRANT: No, it's all right.
I know this must be hard for everyone.
I guess it must've been hard for God too, if he sent angels.
I spent this morning painting Johnny's room.
Johnny is what his mother and I named him.
And I was planning on how I was gonna tell Johnny who I was.
And I planned on all the great things Johnny and I were gonna do together, and I even planned on where I was gonna send Johnny to school.
But I didn't plan on this because I realize now that he's not Johnny.
He's Noah.
He's mine And he's not.
And I can't take him home because he's already home.
He's staying? Noah's staying? GRANT: I want him to know the truth.
I want him to know the whole truth but not all of a sudden.
And maybe in the meantime I can just start to get to know him a little.
I wanted him to be a part of my family again, but maybe the best way for me to do that is for me to become part of yours.
You are.
You always have been.
Dad? Uh, he's talking to you.
What's up, champ? Can Grant come to my birthday party? Well, I, I don't know.
Why don't you ask him? Will you? I think I've missed a few too many already.
Is that a yes? That's a yes, yes.
Hey, Noah, you wanna play soccer? You and me against Grant and Dad.
Yeah, what do you think? I think we can take them.
And, Monica, you wanna watch? Monica? Where'd they all go? Who? (DOOR OPENING) (DOOR CLOSING) (SCATTING) A little reward for a job well done.
A reward or a punishment? What all is in here? Well, just a few of my favourite things.
Cherry cola, a chocolate sundae, mocha latte, and a few French fries for good measure.
Oh.
Angel Girl, some things are better together and some things are better by themselves.
And everything in here is much better by itself.
But we three were better together.
You got that right.
We had six hands and we needed every one of them.