Touched by an Angel

It finds shape so easily.

It doesn't take long in the right hands.

Good clay.

Dug it myself.

You and me,

we're the only ones that, uh, dig around here, hm?

Are you talking to the dog?

He's the only one that listens.

Hey, looks like a beaut.

Mm-hmm.

Maybe this will be the one, Whit.

Maybe, just might be.

Work with the thumb

just like they did a thousand years ago.

That's amazing that making a pot

hasn't changed in all that time.

Mm-hmm.

Clay, a wheel, a pair of hands.

That's how it was meant to be.

Oh... oh, I'm sorry.

I'm expecting a call.

Who sat down and invented that noise?

I'll take it in the house.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Penny.

Uh, yeah, um, I'll get Michael.

It's beautiful,

but that's not the only way to make pots.

Why does he think it is?

Well, Whit is a plain,

no-nonsense kind of man,

and for him, the simplest way is the best way.

But now Whit is about to find out

how complicated simple can be.

I see.

Well...

I-I'll call you tomorrow.

Michael.

The cancer, it's spread into the bones.

How long?

Two, maybe three months.

The baby's not due for four.

Then that's how long I'm going to live.

Leonard, how did you get out?

You went over the fence, did you, Leonard?

Well, I know there are rabbits

in the next field,

but you'll just have to invite them over here next time, okay?

Thanks for bringing him back.

Actually, I came to apply for the dog training job.

Oh, I just put up the sign.

Oh, great, so the job's still open, is it?

Y-Yeah.

Have you ever done any dog training?

Well, uh, uh...

Leonard, lay down on your stomach,

roll over and bark.

Leonard doesn't do tricks.

Maybe he's just a bit shy.

Uh, Well, it's, uh,

it's 9 to 5, six days a week.

I'm afraid it's only minimum wage right now,

but all the meals are free

and the vegetables are fresh out of the garden.

Do you have cappuccino?

We got an espresso machine for Christmas

a few years ago.

If you can find it,

you're welcome to all the cappuccinos you can drink.

Wonderful.

Um. ( Laughs )

Yes, I'm looking forward to working with you, too.

It's a lovely farm you have here.

Very simple.

It's my father-in-law's.

It's been in his family for generations.

It hasn't changed much over the years.

Neither has Whit.

Must be difficult for a man, I think.

Things change all the time.

Yeah, it is.

So anyway, I wouldn't bother

making any cappuccinos for Whit.

He gave up city life

years ago to get back to the land.

Anybody else around here drink coffee?

I brew a mean mocha latte.

My husband used to drink coffee all the time

when he was on the fast track down in the city.

But, uh...

But things change.

Yeah.

My husband is dying.

You'll ruin your eyes staring at that thing.

It's a computer.

And it's how I do my business.

Yes, well, if you ask me,

computers are bad business.

Give me a face, a handshake.

How can you tell an honest man through a computer?

You can't.

But the good thing is, they can't tell a dying one.

Now that's not true.

I spoke to Dr. Ellery today, Dad.

The cancer has metastasized.

It spread into the bones.

It's over, Dad.

We fought and we lost.

Now listen to me, Michael.

You said that you could lick this thing, and you can.

Now we got you out of the city,

into good air, and good food.

All it takes is a little time.

There isn't any more.

I'm going to have to go to the hospital soon.

No, no. You belong here at home with your family.

Not in some hospital.

Look, I know how you feel about hospitals, Dad.

Then let's not talk about it.

Very interesting.

What?

Oh, sorry. Didn't see you.

This shelf of vases.

Yes, they're reduced.

Irregulars.

They all look very regular to me.

Well, they're not perfect.

Nothing made by man is.

Well, I've got to come up with a perfect one.

You know, a lot of people think

that it's the imperfections that make things beautiful.

That's the human part.

Well, I'm not like a lot of people.

Oh, I can see that.

You've got a lot of nice things here.

You mind if I drop in again later?

Anytime.

Name's Whit.

I'm always around.

Funny, so am I.

Nope.

Mm-mm.

It's got a little tilt to it, Grace.

That won't do.

Uh-uh.

Oh, well.

It rained yesterday.

I thought it might frost up overnight,

ruin the tomatoes I planted, but, uh,

they're all right.

Slept good.

Well, as good as I ever do.

I talked to Michael today.

He's finishing up a job, big job.

One of those computer things.

He wants to go to the hospital.

Just like you did.

But I think what killed you

was that hospital.

Without fresh air and sunshine,

a soul just shrivels up.

Oh, God, help me, Grace Marie.

Our boy is...

I'm not going to let him die.

A little wider base, huh?

I think that maybe that's what it needs, hmm?

Yeah. That ought to do it.

Yeah.

Whit? I'll bet you're Whit.

That's what I'm told.

Well, I'm Jolene.

I'm so happy to finally meet you.

Your farm is just beautiful.

And your well out front, I bet the water's delicious.

Sweet as rain.

Oh, you know, my grandpa dug a well

right next to his cabin.

I go up there every chance I can.

You know, it's sort of my secret hideaway.

Do you know where Steamboat Mountain is?

Oh, sure I do.

That's God's country up there.

Isn't it?

Oh, I go up there to think and drink that water.

Could I have a glass of water, please?

Thank you.

Yeah, I love being pregnant, I just adore it,

I just find that if I don't keep up the water thing,

I get dehydrated, I get so tired.

After a few of these, you sort of recognize the signs.

Ooh, yeah, sure.

I got a sonogram today.