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On September 21, 1994,
an angel named Monica

walked barefoot
out of the desert

and into
American hearts and homes.

The song that
accompanied her journey was

"I will walk with you."

It was more than a theme song--

it was a reminder
of the timeless message

that you are loved,

and that angels are sent
every day to walk with you,

no matter where you are
on the road.

Tonight begins the last episode
of touched by an angel,

and as you watch it,

may you find encouragement
in the words,

comfort in the music,

and great joy in your spirit
as you are reminded once more

that the road you walk
may seem long,

but you do not walk alone.

(Della Reese singing)

♪ When you walk ♪

♪ down the road ♪

♪ heavy burden ♪

♪ heavy load ♪

♪ I will rise ♪

♪ and I will
walk with you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ till the sun
don't even shine ♪

♪ walk with you ♪

♪ every time ♪

♪ I tell ya,
I'll walk with you ♪

♪ walk with you ♪

♪ believe me,
I'll walk with you ♪♪

(Hawk shrieks
in distance)

(Rattling)

(Cooing)

Scat!

Why do you let that thing
get that close?

I was just
thinking about something.

I've been daydreaming
a lot lately.

I imagine that stress

would have that effect
on a human form,

even if there is
an angel inside.

It's not stress--
not exactly, Tess.

It's just that...
I want it over with.

Well, you can't
rush these things, baby.

It takes time to evaluate
an angel's performance.

There are records
that have to be reviewed,

there are interviews
that have to be documented.

Interviews?
With whom?

With me and Andrew
and Gloria

and all the other angels
you've ever worked with.

With you? Well,
that's a good sign, isn't it?

Not necessarily,

because I have to be
completely honest

and completely impartial.

Now, you know I want you
to have this promotion,

but it's not
gonna be up to me,

it's gonna be
up to the father.

It's going to happen, though.
I know it will.

And then we'll be
supervisors together.

(Sighs)

What is it?

Don't you know what I've been
doing all these years, baby?

I've been training you
to take my place.

I don't understand.

Well, when this
assignment is over,

the father has some
new work for me to do.

I don't know what it is,

but I do know
I can't be here with you.

You mean that...

That this is our
last assignment?

No.

Now...

Nobody knows better
than an angel

that there are
no real good-byes.

Yes, this is
the last assignment
I'll ever give you.

But that's why I want you
to do your best work ever.

I want to be
proud of you, baby.

Now, do you
remember this place?

Yes. This is where you gave me
my very first assignment.

I never could resist
a little symbolism.

Well, the assignment
is the same.

You get on the bus,
and you follow it

until the father tells you
what he wants you to do.

Can you do that?

Well, yes, but--

no buts.

Now, you get yourself
together. Here it comes.

I love you, Tess.

I love you, too.

Now, go on. Go on.

Your ticket's
in your pocket.

And if you need me, baby...

I'll be there.

I know.

♪♪

Driver:
Danville, next stop.

P.A.: Attention. Bus now leaving
for points north--

Parker, netterland,
fort Davis, evergreen,

loveland, and ascension.

(Hawk shrieks
in distance)

Tess: I first met Monica
when she was in annunciations.

And then she was transferred
to the choir--briefly.

But she did a bang-up job
on search and rescue.

And since she's
been under my supervision,

I've never had a complaint.

She's very conscientious

and very compassionate.

And she gets very, very close
to her assignments.

Something wrong?
No. I'm sorry.

It's just that
I'm looking for someone.

I don't know who yet,
but I don't think it's you.

Well, now,
that's a shame.

Doesn't mean I can't make
a new friend, though.

I'm Monica.

I'm Zack.

So, Zack,
what do you do?

I'm kind of a
traveling handyman.

Like in the old days,
when a man would hit the road,

follow the seasons,
work wherever he found the need.

Sounds very poetic.

(Laughs)

I just like to see
what's going on in the world.

How about yourself?

I, um, I travel a lot.

And I sort of
meet people and help them.

Kind of like an angel?

Yeah, kind of.

So, where are you headed?

Same place you are.

Well, how do you know?

'Cause there's
only one stop left.
That's ascension.

And we're the last on the bus.

Ah. Then I guess
that's where I'm going.

Good. They could use
an angel there.

Why?

You'll see.

Monica's always been
extremely patient with me.

And very knowledgeable,
very worldly.

No, no, not worldly.
Uh, ethereal--no.

See, I mean in the world,
but not of the world.

You know what I mean?

I'd like to mention

that Monica is very honest.

Exceedingly...

Achingly,
horribly honest.

And then there's that
charming tendency to, uh,

miss the big picture.

But of course
that's only because

she's, well,
a bit of a dreamer.

(Rattling)

How did you let that thing
get that close?

Monica is a very strong angel.

I've seen her
stand against the devil

time and time again.

Unfortunately,
the more she fights him,

the better he gets to know her.

And now he's like a rattlesnake

who knows exactly
where and how to strike

right at her heart.

Monica? We're here.

Thank you.
Come back again.

Thanks.

It's kind of quiet
around here.
Yeah.

So, are you gonna look
for work in this town?

Yeah. Yeah.
I'll see what I can find.

How about you?

Well, I don't know yet.

I suppose I will.
I usually do.

Well, can I buy you
a cup of coffee?

A cup of coffee
sounds lovely.

I know the best place in town.
Actually the only place in town.

Come on.

Let's go.

So, no luggage,
no one to meet you
at the bus--

you really
are a mystery lady.

Well, you did say
this town needed an angel.

Yeah,
can't you tell?

It's Saturday,
isn't it?

So where are
all the children?

Here.

Waitress: Menu's on the table.
I'll be right with you.

♪ (Country music playing
on jukebox) ♪

Joey?

Joey? It's me. Monica.

I'm really glad
you came.

I think that
Mr. Beans needs
an angel.

♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah,
hallelujah, hallelujah ♪

Where have you been?

Did you hear that?

Joey, you know this lady?

What is it, Joey?
Where's Wayne?

Wayne!

He said something, Wayne.
He talked to her.

Joey? Joey?

I know you're
glad to see Monica,

but you need to let go.
Get back to work now.

It's okay, Joey.
I'm here now.

So, how long
have you known Monica?

Oh. Just
a few hundred miles' worth.

We sat together on the bus.

She seems to be a...

Very special lady.

You have no idea.

Does your friend
want coffee?

Best I remember
she likes a lot of it.

And a lot of
cream and sugar.

Oh, that smells good.

Are you staying here
with friends?

I haven't decided yet.
Thanks for the coffee.

Thanks, randi.

I hate to tell you this,
but I don't think

you're gonna find
a lot of work in this town.

Forgive me,
but there seems to be

a lot of things around here
that need repair.

I could stay busy for a year
just fixing up your main street.

It didn't
used to look like this.

When Joey and I moved here
a few years ago,

this was a pretty little town,
very peaceful place.

Actually, they hardly
needed a sheriff at all.

That's why I took the job.

But things change.

Wayne, where
are the children?

I guess you knew
I got married?

No.
She was a teacher here.

Was?
She, ah...

She died about a year ago.

Actually she was killed...

Along with almost
every kid in this town.

Oh, Wayne.

I heard about that.

Wayne: Good morning,
mayor.

I got an old friend
I'd like you to meet.

Oh, my god!

I never thought
I'd see you again.

Hello.

Fifteen years ago...

I fell asleep behind
the wheel of the car

on i-15 between
barstow and Vegas.

You dropped by to wake me up.

Mike. Hello!

I was in search and rescue then.

I never forgot you.

It is funny how humans
like to say all the time,

"what a coincidence" or
"man, this is your lucky day."

Monica doesn't
let you get away with that.

She says there's
good things happen,
bad things happen,

inexplicable things happen--

but if you give
good luck the credit
or bad luck the blame,

then you're not giving god
the chance to give it meaning.

See? Every time
I bump it or move it,
it just turns off.

And before I know it,
my coffee's cold.

Let me take a look.

It's a nice place
you've got here.

Thanks.

Whose pink bicycle
is that outside?

It, uh...

It was my little girl's.

She loved pink.

Everything had
to be pink--

clothes, walls...
Her bicycle.

This is a small town.

There's just one school.

Every child from
kindergarten to 12th grade

was having lunch
in the cafeteria.

The boiler exploded.
It ignited a propane tank.

We lost them all,

46 children and 8 teachers.

One of them,
Wayne's wife Judy.

And all of the children
were killed?

No, a few kids
were home sick that day.

It was real hard
on them after that.

Eighteen families
have moved out already.
And there'll be more.

And those of US who stayed,

we just don't know
how to help each other.

And Joey stopped speaking?

Joey always helped
with the kids at recess.

He was walking up to the school
when it blew up.

And he hasn't spoken
until today?

Joey talked?

What did he say?

Not much. Why?

A lot of people think
this shouldn't have happened.

Some have said
the boiler was old

and should have been fixed
and replaced a long time ago.

Lot of bad feelings around here
and nowhere to put 'em.

I guess people
need somebody to blame.

Blame? Who?

The murderer.

Eddie.

I was there, Wayne, you weren't.
You didn't hear what Joey said.

I know my brother.

Eddie, the lady is
just here for a visit.

We don't need to burden her
with our local theories.

I need to get going.
Monica, I'll see you later.

Well, that was fast.
The prong was bent a little.

No charge.

Well, then no charge
on the coffee, either. Thanks.

Wayne: Randi.

I wish I could say there was
a lot more work for you here,

but folks
aren't in a fixing up mood.

Well, I'm gonna
give it a try anyway.

Suit yourself.
I guess you'll need
a place to stay.

The local motel closed down
a couple of months ago.

But I've got a shed in the back
of my place you're welcome to.

Is that a kind offer
or a way for the town sheriff
to keep his eye on me?

(Laughs)
Little of both, I guess.

Well, thanks. I accept.

Get your stuff.
I'll walk you over.

See you at 5:30, Joey.

So, Mike,
will you show me your town?

Absolutely.
Let's go.

I'm still divorced.
Kids in college.

After you saved my bacon,
I made a few changes.

I stopped working 24/7,

quit the law firm in the city
and became a country lawyer.

Small town,
clean air, good people.

Very good people.

It's hard to see them
hurt this much.

I wish there was something
I could do to help.

Maybe that's why
you're here.

I don't know.
I didn't want to be mayor.

Nobody did.
The other one moved away.

He lost two children.

That belonged
to Eddie's little boy, Kenny.

He was 8 years old.
He loved trucks.

He wanted to be a mechanic,
just like his dad.

Eddie won't take it home.

Nobody else has the heart
to throw it away.

There's probably
another one in there somewhere.

Eddie's 6-year-old
liked trucks, too.

This is my friend, Monica.
Monica, Dr. Jean.

She's my poker buddy and my ally
on the town council.

Peter, how are you doing?
Okay, I guess.

Good to meet you, Monica.
This is Peter lockwood.

Hello. I saw your name
on the church marquee.

Well,
part of your name.

Yes, I should do
something about that.

I'm...on sabbatical.

You wanted to talk to me
about something?
Yes.

Excuse US, Monica and Peter.
I'll be right back.

You a reporter?

Oh, no.

Good.

'Cause they never
really got it right.

Got what right?

What it was like before.

You had to be here.

You had to know the children

to know what
he took away that day.

Who?

The devil.

Satan himself
moved into this town,

and he's still here.

Dr. Jean:
Eddie markowski wants to call

an emergency town meeting.

What? I was in the cafe
with him for over an hour

and he never
said a word to me.

You remember the guy
who was looking at property
to buy here last year?

Yeah.

Well, Eddie says
he's got a proposition for US.

What kind of proposition?

I don't know,
but it can't be good.

Honest to god, Mike,
this whole town is going
to hell in a handbasket.

What do you have there?

I was in my office that morning.

And my daughter...Macey...

Stopped off
on her way to school.

She, ah...

She handed this to me and said,

"daddy,

do you want to make
some easter eggs tonight?"

(Clears throat)

I keep waiting for the
right time to make them for her.

I think...

Maybe today.

And then today comes and...

The colors stay in the bag.

You remember
the story of easter?

Death came on Friday,
life on Sunday.

But there was a long,
very hard day in between.

Yes, of course.

We're all of US
stuck here in Saturday.

Aren't we?

Dr. Jean: I delivered
every one of those kids.

A few of their parents, too.

They were beautiful.

Mike: The minute I saw
this place I had to buy it.

But the owner wouldn't sell
until I agreed to let her stay.

The piano teacher?
Yeah. There she is.

She's a
remarkable character.

She taught half
the children in this town
to play the piano.

She calls them her kids.

She filled this place
with music.

I can't imagine
living here without her.

(Mumbling to self)

And her students?

They're gone.

All gone.

See that bag there?

Belonged to her granddaughter.

She loved
Beethoven, chopin.

She forgot to take it home
the night before the accident.

Now I'm not allowed to touch it.
She says it's "evidence."

Evidence?

She's had a really hard life.
She was abused by her husband

and lived on
the street for a while.

Finally reconciled
with her family,

only to see
both her grandchildren
die in one day.

Her daughter was one of
the teachers at the school.

And her son-in-law
couldn't stand the loss
and he killed himself.

So now she's developed
this very strange obsession.

All she talks about
is the assassination...

Of president Kennedy.

Likely story.
Somebody assassinated him.

But nobody's
ever been to Dallas.
People lie.

What are all these books?
Research and evidence.

Theories and
responses to theories.

Diagrams and random notes.
Witnesses, suspects.

Are we talking about
the Kennedy assassination?

What do you know about it
all of a sudden?

Mike: You know her?

Sophie?

That's Dallas. Oh, no,
that must be New Orleans.

Sophie?

...and elm street.

Well, Monica.

I could have used you hours ago.

I know.
I'm sorry that I'm late.

There's a whole new theory
that needs to be examined.

At the time
of the assassination,

Wayne's little brother Joey,
that poor baby,

saw the whole thing.
He was standing right there

in front of
the school book depository.

Boom! He passes right out.
And when he comes to,

he is babbling about "the man."

Where is "the man"?

What happened
to "the man" in the school?

Now, who is that man?

I want him in here
to examine him, question him.

Is it true?
Did Joey see a man
at the school?

When Joey woke up he told Eddie
he saw a stranger in the school.

That was enough
to keep folks wondering.

Wondering if the children
were murdered?

Oh, you never know...

You never know what direction
it's coming from.

Sometimes the underpass,
sometimes from the grassy knoll.

And then sometimes,
sometimes...

Sometimes they just
blow up the whole motorcade.

The whole motorcade!

I know.

Well, we worked together when
she was in search and rescue.

She was terrific,
great sense of timing.

Timing is everything
in that job.

So, I wasn't surprised when
she got promoted to caseworker.

She's a natural.

I mean, she totally gets
the whole human mentality thing,

but in a good way,
a really good way.

Monica: Well, there's, um,
that door at Dr. Jean's.

Oh, right. And I was thinking
I would talk to the preacher

about fixing the sign
out in front of the church.

Sophie always talking about some
loose hinges on her piano bench.

That should keep you busy.

Oh, good morning, Joey.

He used to
talk a lot, huh?

Oh, yes.
Especially to Mr. Beans.

He was this funny
little green Teddy bear

with brown ears
and a red ribbon.

Whatever Joey
has locked in his mind,

he would have
shared it with Mr. Beans.

Have you ever been to Dallas?
Yes, ma'am.

You have?

I have to have dates

and corroborating documentation
and tickets and receipts.

Have I ever
debriefed you before?

No, ma'am.
Oh, good.

I've got
a question for you.

They all have questions.
I can tell you that.

I heard you play the piano.

Would you be kind enough
to play something for me?

Some chopin or Beethoven?

No, that's all been classified.

Oh, but, um, I've been
cleared at this security level.

You have?

Oh, yeah.

Well,
this is highly irregular.

It breaks
all of the protocol.

♪ ( Sings along while playing
Beethoven's fur Elise ) ♪

Works like a charm,
Zack.

How much do I owe you?
No charge.

I have to pay you something.

Hey, look.

A new patient.

Uh, no.
I'm not a veterinarian.
I know, I know.

But a baby's a baby,
right?

Randi: It's crazy, Wayne.

That bike's been
out there a year
and nobody's touched it.

Now suddenly it's gone.
Who would do a thing like that?

Hey, Joey--

got something for you.

Mr. Beans!

I fix toasters.
I sew Teddy bears.
What can I say?

You've made
quite an impression here.

This town could use
a few more people like you.

Why don't you call up
some of your angel friends,

see if they want
to come over and play?

You laugh now, but someday
I might just surprise you.

All right, everybody,
take your seats, please.

Looks like just about
everybody's here.

Pastor,
where's your paper bag?

Oh, I must have
left it at home.

How did you
recognize me without it?

(Laughter)

Wow. That's the first laugh
I've heard around here

in a long time.
Sounds good.

But we have
business to talk about.

Is Mr. Carver here?
Indeed I am, Mr. Mayor.

For those of you
who haven't met Mr. Carver,

he's a lawyer from Chicago

and he has some business

he'd like to discuss
with US all.

Thank you. I represent
a venture capital consortium

interested in buying your town
and converting the land

into commercial property,
specifically, the world's

largest retail complex
of factory outlet stores.

You mean you want to buy
everything, the whole town?

Everything.

It will mean a great deal
of money for each of you.

Then we can get out of here
and get on with our lives.

It's not that simple, Eddie.

Everyone here
has lost a great deal,

and money is not
gonna take the pain away.

You know what
would take the pain away,
is some justice.

But nobody's looking for that!

Nobody's trying to find the man
that did this to US!

We don't know
there was a man.

No, I know. Joey wasn't the only
one who saw somebody that day.

I think I did, too.

Let's just think this through.

I've thought it through,
and I say sell.

I've got nothing holding me here
but a boatload of bills

and an empty house that
I can barely stand to be in.

What about you Peter?
What do you say about this?

I don't know.

When my mama started
the cafe 20 years ago,

this was a different town.

We were on our way up.

People moving in.
Babies being born.

We had a future.

But that future's gone now.

The future died in 1963!

Thirty years ago,
I swore an oath

to dedicate myself
to healing people.

I've done the best I could
with the people of this town,

with the children of this town.

But I don't know
how to do that now.

I keep wondering--
if we can't heal together,

then maybe
we should try it apart.

Excuse me, Mr. Mayor.

Would you mind an observation
from an outsider?

No, please, Monica, I'd like
to hear what you have to say.

Well, no one
can visit your town

and not feel the terrible loss
that you've all suffered.

And yet even since
I've been here,

I've seen a change
in so many of you.

Perhaps you
haven't noticed it.

Maybe it's because
I'm an outsider, but i--

that's right,
you are an outsider, lady.

And you can't tell US
what to do with this town.

Carver: Neither can I.

But I guarantee you,

you will never
get a better offer.

Well, then we'll just
take what you're offering
under consideration.

I say we vote on it right now
to get an idea where we stand.

All right.
But this is not official.

Everyone in favor of
considering Mr. Carver's offer,

raise your hand.

Is there anybody
who wants to stay?

Who the hell
do you think you are, pal?

I like this town.

There's good,
gentle-hearted people here.

A small town like this
is an oasis in an ugly world.

It is nice here.

But how can you stay here
after all you've lost?

That guy hasn't lost anything.
He's only been here a week.

I think you just want a piece
of the deal. Our deal.

Well, it's not going to happen.
I've been keeping an eye on you.

Has anybody noticed how things
started disappearing around here

after he showed up?
(Crowd mumbling)

Carver: Excuse me.

Did you say that
he's only been here a week?

Yeah, that's right.

I don't think that's possible.

No, it's true.
He is new here.

Madame,
I was here a year ago

making my initial
assessment of this property,

and I saw somebody
at that school that day.

I am almost certain
that it was him...

Right around lunchtime,
that terrible day.

Oh, my god!
It was him.

He's the man Joey saw!
I knew it wasn't an accident!

Folks, let's not jump
to any conclusions here.

He does look familiar!
Have you been here before?

Yes, but, uh--

I knew it!

Yes, I remember him now.
I do.

Zack? Say something.

My baby was in that school!

You killed my kids,
you son-of-a--

Eddie!

Man: Burn in hell, murderer!

Quit! Everybody sit down now!
Quit! Get off of the man!

Folks around here
have been looking for somebody

to pin that explosion on
for a long time now.

Are you arresting me?

Let's call it
protective custody.

Man: Murderer!
Child killer!

Are you all right?
Yeah.

Folks like you take a big chance
by dropping out of society.

No credit cards,
no bills, no friends--

keeps you nice and free,

but always
a little bit suspicious.

I just never stayed
in one place long enough
to have an address.

I'm sorry
to do this to you.

Do what you
got to do, sheriff.

Man in car: We'll deal
with him tomorrow.

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