Touched by an Angel

Gotta do something.

What am I going to do with him, George?

Oh, I don't know, sir.

He's too old for a spanking

and too young to give up on completely.

Ring if you need me, sir.

George, thank you.

The party's downstairs.

I'm not a party guest, Mr. Greeley.

I'm an angel.

My name is Andrew,

and I've been sent here by God to take you to him.

The Angel of Death?

Yes.

Well, I'm not afraid.

I've lived my life, I'm ready.

God is very pleased with you, Mr. Greeley.

He wants to give you a very special gift.

He wants you to know that you have one hour left on earth.

Well, I don't need it.

I've made my peace with God.

Yes, you have,

but you have some unfinished business with your son.

Kevin?

Well, I've given him everything.

Everything except the one thing that he needs the most,

and you have only one hour

to make sure that he gets it.

And there's also a problem with Joseph Wells.

Are you all right, sir?

Sign these for me, George, and mail them right away.

Very well, sir. Where's Kevin?

I put him in his bed, sir.

Kevin?

Kevin? Yeah?

It's your father.

Okay, thanks.

Now I know we haven't been close for a long time.

You know why, and so do I. There's no sense in rehashing all of that now.

Remember when I gave you this guitar?

Okay.

Well, I'm not so sure you've been happy since.

I'm going to die tonight, Kevin.

Uh-huh.

Which is fine. It's my time.

I've done more than I thought I ever would do.

But before I go I just wanna say that...

I love you, Son.

I tried to be a good father,

and maybe I still can be.

Okay. I'll see you in the morning.

How much time?

About a minute or two.

Good morning, Master Kevin.

At your soiree last evening,

someone carved the words.

"This party is da bomb" on the baby grand piano.

It was a great party. What's for breakfast?

This is your father's breakfast.

Come on, he won't mind. No, no, no, no, but I will.

Oh...

Da bomb.

Mr. Greeley? Mr. Greeley?

It was a great shock to all of us.

He was the finest man I ever knew.

I don't understand this.

It's perfectly legal, but it doesn't make sense.

When did he do it?

You'll have to ask the new attorney.

What new attorney?

This new attorney, gentlemen.

Why does a man

change his will 30 minutes before he dies of natural causes?

How do you explain that?

Well, some people have a sense of change coming on.

And some people don't.

Ah, sorry I'm late, everyone. Shall we start this?

Yes. If you'll all just be seated,

we will read the last will and testament of Mr. Greeley.

As you may know... Nice day, huh?

Mr. Greeley prepared a codicil for his will just before he died,

and he divided his estate into three parts.

Three?

To George Taylor, my faithful employee

for twenty-two years,

I leave one million dollars in cash.

One million dollars?

And my Bentley.

"Now you can drive it without me in the back telling you how you should be driving."

I don't deserve it. Any of it.

Yeah, you can say that again.

Will you cut to the part about me?

Not yet, little boy.

"My house, its furnishings, my automobiles, stocks,

"bonds, et cetera, et cetera,

"are to be liquidated,"

"and I leave the proceeds"

"to the children of Joseph Wells."

Who?

"And lastly, to my son, Kevin,"

"I leave all his personal possessions,"

"including clothing and effects."

That's it? I get to keep my clothes?

Do you wanna hear the rest, or do you just wanna carry on?

"There is more to Kevin's inheritance."

"To receive it, he needs to go to Joseph Wells."

Who is Joseph Wells?

"Furthermore, if Kevin fails to locate Joseph Wells,

"and fails to make a formal claim to authorized bank trustees

"by the twenty-seventh of this month,

"he will forfeit said inheritance"

"to the children of Joseph Wells,"

"secondary beneficiaries."

Okay,

who knows who this Joseph Wells guy is,

and why is my father leaving my money to his kids?

No one? Well, then get out of here.

All of you. I'll find Joseph Wells myself.

Looks like he has everything.

Well, one thing he has missing, he hasn't got his priorities straight.

Is that what money does to people, Tess?

Not to all people, and there's nothin' wrong with havin' money,

but if you've got a lot and you're not careful,

sometimes it can cost you more than it can buy you.

Is he ready for me?

I would say so.

He can't go around payin' people to live his life for him.

He's got to do that for himself,

and if it takes us a whole army of angels

to make it happen, then that's what we gonna do.

Whoa.

Hello, Kevin.

It's you. Ow.

Are you all right?

No.

Who are you?

My name is Monica.

I'm here to help you find Joseph Wells.

So you're saying that a dozen private investigators

can't find Joseph Wells, but you can?

Your father told me where to look.

Oh, you knew my father?

I'll answer all your questions when we leave in the morning.

Good night.

A weekend excursion, Master Kevin?

Actually, I have to find this Joseph Wells guy to get my money.

Master Kevin,

I haven't had the opportunity to truly convey my deepest sympathies and condolences

regarding your late father.

Your parents are dead, aren't they, George?

Oh, long gone, yes.

And you get over it, right?

No, you don't get over it.

You just get on with it.

Bummer.

Yes, quite.

Okay, so, tell me, George,

what does a valet do with a million dollars, huh?

Anything he wants to, I suppose.

Oh, well, I guess you'll have to buy your own house now.

Good luck finding anything decent for a million dollars.

Oh, I'm sure I'll be just fine.

Your father took good care of me.

That makes one of us.

Time to go.

Fine.

Put the bags in the car.

I don't do bags.

Whatever.

In accordance with your father's wishes, I'm here to guide you,

to give you some direction, and the rest is up to you.

Uh-huh, fine. Let's just get this packed and let's go.

No, no. I... No, I think you're missing the point here.