Touched by an Angel

"Rest in peace."

"Rest in peace."

"Rest in peace."

Well, most of the time,

that's the only rest that anybody ever gets.

If people knew what was waiting for them,

they wouldn't make these places so sad.

Well, grieving is a very powerful thing, Miss Wings.

It's a good thing, it's a healthy thing,

it's a healing thing,

and it lets you get rid of a lot of pain,

but it's something you should go through,

not something you should hold on to.

I don't understand why human beings

hold on to things that hurt.

Well, it's like if you give up the pain,

you give up the person you've lost.

It's a hard lesson,

but there's only one way to learn it.

What is going on?

It's a music video,

Oh, Tess, my first rock star.

but the dirt is gonna crumble under those boots soon,

and you need to be there when it does.

Andrew, what are you doing to yourself?

Looking good.

rock 'n' roll is dead, and the angel of death has come

Tess, this is Jon Mateos.

I'm one of his biggest fans.

Well, you're his silliest.

Are you here on business?

I don't know.

Cut! Yeah! Jon, very nice, very good, very sweet.

Music... ( scoffs )

She's been a little bit cranky

ever since the death of swing.

Yes, and I'm still grieving,

so don't give me any trash, Mr. Halo Boy.

All right, come on.

All right, uh... let's take it again

from the fall in the grave,

and this time I need more, uh... more death, okay?

What is it, Andrew?

Everybody ready?

Let's do this one more time, let's go.

It just looks like there's gonna be

a lot more death ahead.

Mmm.

Good morning, Miss America.

Yeah, it's Ms. America to you.

So I wasn't dreaming.

I am married to the sexiest man alive.

Yes, you are.

You may thank me, and then you may kiss me.

Oh, boy. Mmm.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

I love Saturdays.

We should just stay in bed all day.

Oh, yeah, what about the kids?

The kids can stay in bed all day, too.

We'll call them on the phone.

I'm sure Kathleen Sullivan would love that.

Am I doing her show tonight?

Mm-hmm. Plane leaves at 4:00.

Murray's got the tickets. I packed you last night.

Murray? You're not coming?

Mm. Samantha's recital at 3:00.

So you catch a shuttle.

I'd have to be out of there by 5:00...

Yeah?

Get to the airport by 5:30,

shuttle leaves, what, 6:15?

Get in about 7:20.

Hmm...

I don't know.

Do I love you that much?

You flat-out do.

You told me so once in front of a whole bunch of people.

Yeah, all your friends, I recall.

What happened to Roy?

Uh, family reunion... They sent a replacement.

Well, she looks very eager.

Hey.

Come back to bed.

We have time to play.

Play? Play.

Yeah, much better.

Well...

aren't you gonna invite me in?

I'm sorry. If you're making a delivery,

go to the service entrance.

No autographs or pictures, please.

And if you haven't announced yourself at the gate,

I must ask you to leave.

I am your new nanny.

I didn't have an old nanny.

Well, you got a new one now. Let me talk to your mother.

I'm sorry. If you're making a delivery, go to the service...

Back off and get your mama.

Okay.

And what are you snickering at?

You have such a wonderful way with children, Tess.

They respond so well to you.

You keep that up,

and watch how I respond to you, Miss Wings.

Everybody decent?

Come in, Sam.

Hi, sweetie.

You guys got to get over each other.

It's so embarrassing.

Well, you better get used to it, kid,

'cause it seems to be a permanent condition.

Um, Mom, I set the table for breakfast

and I brought in the newspaper,

and I'm going with Lisa to that concert,

so I'm gonna need some money for the tickets.

What? Wait, freeze. What concert?

Zombie Charlie and the Erasables

at the university.

It's gonna be really cool, and we're gonna stay

with Lisa's brother at his dorm.

Overnight?

Please don't say no.

No.

Mom, everybody's going.

Yeah, well, that's everybody else's moms' problems.

I only worry about you.

Sam, you're too young to be staying a night in a dorm.

And that's final?

Yeah, that's final.

This is so unfair.

What is? I already said no.

To what? Jon.

Dad, there's this concert... Yeah? Who's playing?

Sam, would you excuse us a minute, please?

Yeah, if I get to go.

Samantha.

Honey, you're supposed to back me up when I say no.

No to what?

That's not the point.

Oops. Have I committed a...

parenting felony?

Well, considering you jumped into an open grave yesterday

wearing leather pants screaming,

"Hell is just another place in my heart,"

gee, Jon, I'd say your parenting skills

are about as good as we could hope for.

Are you saying you don't like.

"Hell Is Just Another Place In My Heart"?

That song is gonna put new Italian granite

on your kitchen countertops, babe.

Well, I don't hate it as much as the other one.

What?

Am I hearing this? You hate my music?

Are you telling me you hate my music?

I've always loved your music.

It's just your lyrics lately.

What about them?

"God is dead, hope has died,

"you said you loved me, but you lied"?!

So it's the '90s, it's despair, it's...

it's, uh, it's a rebellion song.

You know, gives kids permission

not to listen to their parents. What?

Yeah, but, Jon, we want our kids

to listen to their parents.

Evie, it's just a song.

Yeah, but songs get stuck in your head, Jon,

and I don't want "God is dead, hope has died"

stuck in our kids' heads.

Uh-huh, okay, fine.

Well, I'm-I'm doing what I can.

You think you can do better, be my guest.