Letters to God

1

Good day, Mr. Finley.

Good day, Ms. Miller.

Well...

(Chuckles)

(Whistling)

(Kissing)

Rooster!

You out, boy?

Got him, Mr. Finley.

- Morning, Mrs. Baker.

- Morning.

(Whistling)

Hello, Mr. Perryfield.

I am sorry I'm a little late.

It's about time.

I was about to go inside.

There's a storm coming,

and my hip's killing me.

I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

Now, you don't think

I'm gonna sit around all day

waiting for you

when the cold comes, do you?

No, sir.

Be careful with that top step there.

It gives a little.

(Boy) Here goes.

Uhh.

Ah. Yuck!

Blech!

(Mr. Finley)

And good morning to you!

(Woman) Good morning, Mr. Finley!

Good morning, Sheila. Beautiful day, isn't it?

- Sure is.

- How's Jimmy?

- He's doing real good.

- Good.

You take care now, huh?

All right. You, too.

(Door closes)

(Whistling)

Les?

About this Brady McDaniels,

he's already missed several days

this month. I can't keep covering.

Hey, Mr. Mullins,

go look up the word "fragile".

Uh, "Les"?

When did I become "Les"?

Sorry, uh, Lester...

Mr. Stevens.

Boss, the guy's a screw-up.

It's like he's asking to get canned.

How many days this month?

Hey, Cathy. Congratulations, girl.

Thanks, Mr. S.

- Four.

- Four? That's not so bad.

It's only the 12th.

Look, Carl...

I just think there's something there

worth saving.

(Scoffs)

I thought you were gone already.

I need someone good, Lester.

This has been my route for ten years.

I've been voted Best Postal Carrier

seven years and counting.

I know, Walter,

but it's slim pickings right now.

What about that new kid Trevor?

Oh, he's slow as mud through a straw.

- Kay.

- Kay's got a month left on maternity leave.

And before you ask,

Pete just got his knee scoped.

Look, Walter, it's your time now.

You've always wanted an extended leave.

You've earned it.

Go, enjoy.

I'll find the right fit.

Promise.

Okay.

But there are a few things you should know. 237,

the old man...

Cornelius Perryfield...

checks the box every day

at the same time.

Good-bye, Walter.

It's one trip out, and if the mail's not there,

he'll call and complain.

And the Bakers' dog, 231,

he'll take a chunk out of you if you don't...

Go now.

All right.

One more thing.

Oh, Lord have mercy.

Take a look at these.

244 Laurel Lane.

Can't just shred 'em,

but they keep coming.

It's like...

finding a kitten on your back porch.

You can't just walk away.

I'll take care of them, Walter.

Go on home.

I'm staying in town,

so call me if you need anything.

Get a life, Finley!

No. Get a wife.

(Beeping)

Oh. Ah! Ooh!

No, no, no, no.

Ah-huh.

Ohh, no. No, no, no.

Oh, another gourmet dish?

Yeah, something like that, Mom.

Ohh. Ohh.

Honey,

nobody expects you to be Supermom.

Yeah, well, lucky for that.

Gosh, I just wanted to make a nice meal for my

kids before I went back to work, and I...

Sweetheart,

you've got enough on your plate.

- Here, let me have these. Come on.

- Ohh.

Mom, listen, I really appreciate

you dropping everything to come here,

but it's not fair to put it all on you. I...

Yeah, my schedule was so busy!

Tea with the Queen and all.

Honey, that's what moms are for.

Maddy, you need this job.

I'll tell you when it gets to be too much.

Hot! Hot, Mom! That's hot!

I'm sorry! Sorry, sorry.

Ah! I gotta go.

Thank you! I love you!

Right back at you.

Honey, was that meatloaf?

(Boy) I'm busy. Come back later.

Busy, huh?

Have you finished your homework?

It's not due till Friday.

What's your excuse

gonna be on Thursday?

I don't know. I'll think of something.

Nobody likes a smart aleck, Ben.

And your room is a wreck.

Clean it, please. Oh, and stay home while I'm

gone so Granna doesn't have to worry.

Sure thing, Mom. Like I'm gonna ride

my bicycle around town and just tear it up.

Bed before 11:
00. Help Granna

and check in on your brother, all right?

(Kids shouting on television)

Okay. Good.

Aw, dude, he lost it.

Okay, Jimmy's got it. Jimmy's got it.

Oh, man, he lost it to them.

Okay, he's stolen it back.

Yes! Yes!

(Continues indistinctly)

Hey, Tybo.

Wait, wait. I'm just about to...

and score!

Okay.

Sometimes I think

that gorgeous smile of yours

is about the only thing that keeps me going.

(Sighs) You tired?

A little.

- Stomach?

- Good to go.

- That's my boy. How about your...

- Mom. I'm good.

Okay, okay.

I gotta go. Mwah.

Listen, you can call me any time.

You know.

- Yeah, I know.

- Granna will help with the meds, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

Uhh! Do you even know

how much I love you?

I love you...

this much.

- That isn't very much.

- Oh, but it is.

Because my love for you starts here

and goes all the way around the world,

and it ends up right back here.

(Laughs)

Ohh! Whoa? What's this?

That's how much I love you.

Mmm!

(Sighs) Anyway...

Granna's doing something for dinner.

I sort of... messed it up.

Really? You?

Yeah. Stop it.

I'm not that hungry anyways.

Oh, sweetie.

Please try to eat something.

Okay.

I just don't like to get sick

when you're not home.

I know.

I gotta go.

Mwah.

I love you. I'll see you in the morning.

- I'll be here.

- Okay.

(Turns TV on)

(Woman) Computers. That's the third time

I've had to reboot this thing.

Heh-heh. Mm-hm.

Hello, gals.

Well, looky here!

Finally!

(Laughs)

- Hey, girl.

- Hi.

Glad to have you back.

(Chuckles)

Sure is an improvement over some folk.

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