Heaven Sent Page #3

Or a Father's Day card.

( sighs )

What's goin' on?

Uh...

I, um...

brought over another copy

of the divorce agreement.

Hey.

Are you absolutely certain

you wanna do this?

I think we're forgetting

what Dr. Sheila said in therapy.

It's perfectly natural

for us to still be

attracted to each other.

( whistling )

( whistling grows louder )

I'll get it.

I'm not moving

until it's signed.

( whistling continues )

There you go.

Now you can be responsible for

ruining our lives

with a swipe of your pen.

I'm not about to ruin anything.

( whistling stops )

I believe Dr. Sheila

made a lot of sense

when she said sometimes,

in order to save a relationship,

you have to end it.

I know, and I agreed.

That's why I ended the

relationship with Dr. Sheila.

All right?

You...

Funny.

No!

What...

( chuckles )

Come on, Maire.

If that's not a sign,

I don't know what is.

GIRL:
Do we have

any almond silk?

I'm hopelessly

lactose intolerant.

Why is my T-shirt

wearing a little girl?

Um, excuse me, little girl.

What are you doing here?

( doorbell rings )

If that's for me, I'm not here.

Neighbor kid?

Somebody get that, will ya?

Hello?

Sh. I'm not here,

remember?

( doorbell rings )

Who ya hidin' from?

No one,

but if a seven-foot man

brandishing a flaming sword

is at the door,

play dumb.

Oh, my.

( doorbell rings )

- Maire!

- Remember now.

Ix-nay on the ittle irl-gay.

It's the UPS guy.

Maire?

Don't you just love Amazon?

- Young lady.

- Hm?

Where do you think you're going?

To put some clothes on, silly.

My little booty is freezing.

Um...

( knocking on door )

- Hi.

- Mr. Taylor?

Yes, sir.

I'm Officer Evans.

This is...

Pamela Burke,

Child Protective Services.

Nice to meet you guys.

Thank you so much for coming.

- Please come in.

- Thanks.

Right in here.

This should be interesting.

- What color should we do the shoes?

- Mmm.

- She said her name was Taylor.

- Red.

Hello, Taylor.

I'm Chuck Evans,

and this is my friend Pamela.

How about the hair?

Mmm, yellow.

Yellow, it is.

Blondes have more fun.

Hi, Taylor.

Oh, no.

This is Taylor.

Oh. I see.

What do you think?

I think this is way off

my jurisdiction.

I don't...

I don't understand.

What do you mean?

Mr. Taylor,

Child Protective Services

protects children.

We were told

the subject in question

was much, much younger.

I'm not a professional,

I've never had any kids.

It might be hard

for me to judge.

But she looks like

she's around eight years old.

Well, I am a professional,

and you can take it from me,

that isn't what

eight looks like.

You say she just showed up.

Yeah. Out of the blue.

She came in the kitchen,

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