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The Naturally Simple Choice.

On September 21st, 1994,

an angel named Monica walked barefoot
out of the desert and into American

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

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.

When you walk down the road,

heavy burden, heavy load, I

will ride 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 you I'll walk with
you.

Believe me, I'll walk with you.

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 human form, even if there is

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 we've ever worked with.

With you?

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 going to be up

me. It's going to be up to the father.

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

And then we'll be supervisors together.

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 this is our last
assignment?

No.

No.

Nobody knows better than an angel that
there are no real goodbyes.

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?

Oh, yes, but... No but.

Now you get yourself together. Here it
comes.

I love you, Ted.

I love you, too.

Go on, go on.

Your ticket's in your pocket.

And if you need me, baby, I'll be there.

I know.

Next stop.

Attention, bus now leaving for Point
North.

Parker, Netherland, Fort Davis,
Evergreen, Loveland, and Ascension.

I first met Monica when she was in
Annunciations. And then she was

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, 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 Zach.

So, Zach, what do you do?

I'm kind of a traveling handyman.

Like in the old days, a man would hit
the road, Follow the seasons?

Work wherever he found the need?

Sounds very poetic.

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

How about yourself?

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.

How do you know?

Because 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.

You could use an angel there.

Monica's always been extremely patient
with me, and very knowledgeable, very

worldly.

No, no, not worldly. Uh, ethereal.

No. 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 the...

There's that charming tendency to miss
the big picture.

But, of course, that's only because
she's a little bit of a dreamer.

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.

Thank you. Back again.

Bye.

It's kind of quiet around here.

Yeah.

So, are you going to look for work in
this town?

Yeah. 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?

Cup of coffee sounds lovely.

Well, I know the best place in town.

Actually, the only place in town.

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

You really are a mystery lady.

Well, you did say this time you needed
an angel.

Yeah.

Can't you tell?

It's Saturday, isn't it?

So where are all the children?

Menu's on the table. Be right with you.

Joey?

Joey?

It's me, Monica.

I'm really glad you came.

I think that Mr. Beans needs an angel.

Where have you been?

Joey, you know this lady?

What is it, Joey?

Where's Wayne?

Wayne.

He said something, Wayne. He talked to
her.

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.

Ah, that smells good.

You staying here with friends?

I haven't decided yet.

Thanks for the coffee.

Thanks, Randy.

I hate to tell you this, but I don't
think you're going to find a lot of work

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, uh... She died about a year ago.

Actually, she was killed.

Along with almost every kid in this
town.

Oh, wait.

I heard about that.

Morning there.

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 a 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's funny how humans like to say all
the time, what a coincidence, or man,

is your lucky day.

Monica doesn't let you get away with
that. She says there's good things

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,
the darn thing just turns off. And

I know it, my coffee's cold.

Let me take a look.

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

Thanks.

Which pink bicycle is that outside?

It, uh... It was my little girl.

She loved paint.

Everything had to be paint.

Clothes, walls, her bicycle.

This is a small town.

It's just one school.

Every child from kindergarten to twelfth
grade was having lunch in the

cafeteria.

The boiler exploded. It ignited a
propane tank.

We lost them all.

Forty -six children and eight teachers.

One of them, Wayne's wife, Judy.

And all of the children were killed?

No, a few kids were homesick that day.

It was real hard on them after that.

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

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.

Son has said the boiler was old and
should have been fixed and replaced a

time ago.

A lot of bad feelings around here and
nowhere to put them.

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.

Yeah, the prong was bent a little. No
charge.

Well, then no charge on the coffee
either.

Thanks.

Randy.

I wish I could say there was a lot more
work for you in this town, but folks

aren't in a fixing -up mood.

I'm going to 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?

A little of both, I guess.

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.

Still divorced.

Kid's in college.

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

I stopped working 24 -7.

Quit the big 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.

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 eight 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 six -year -old liked trucks too.

This is a friend of mine, Monica.

Monica, Dr.

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

Hey, Peter, how you doing?

Okay, I guess.

Good to meet you, Monica.

Hello. 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, Peter. I'll be right
back, and then we'll have a look at your

shoulder.

You a reporter?

Oh, no.

Good.

Because 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.

Eddie Markowski wants to call an
emergency town meeting.

What?

I was in the cafe with him for over an
hour. He never said a word to me.

You remember the guy from Chicago who
was looking at property to buy here last

year? Oh, yeah, 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,

Macy, stopped off on her way to

school. She handed this to me and said,

Daddy, do you want to make some Easter
eggs tonight?

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?

I delivered every one of those kids.

A few of their parents, too.

Hey, we're beautiful.

The minute I saw this place, I had to
buy it. But the owner wouldn't sell

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.

And her students?

See that bag there?

Along to her granddaughter.

She loved Beethoven, Chopin.

She forgot to take it home with her 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 dying
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.

You know her.

That's Dallas.

And on that, that's New Orleans.

Sophie?

On 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.

Right, he was standing right there in
front of the school book depository. 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.

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 in what direction he's
coming from.

Sometimes the underpass, sometimes from
the grassy knoll, and then sometimes...

Sometimes they just blow up the whole
motorcade.

The whole motorcade.

Well,

we worked together when she was in
search and rescue.

She was terrific.

She had a great sense of timing.

Timing is everything in that job.

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

She's natural.

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

But in a good way.

A really good way.

Well, there's that door at Dr. Jean's.

Right, right.

And I was thinking I would talk to the
preacher about fixing the sign out in

front of the church.

Sophie's always complaining about some
loose hinges on her piano bench.

Well, does she 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.

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 I've been cleared at the
security level.

It's highly irregular.

It breaks all of the protocol.

Oh

Works like a charm, Zach.

How much do I owe you? Oh, no charge.

Oh, I have to pay you something.

A new patient.

I'm not a veterinarian. I know, I know,
but... Baby's a baby, right?

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 anything like that?

Hey, Joe.

Got something for you.

Mr. Beans!

I fix toasters, I sew teddy bears.

What can I say?

It's 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 and 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?

Well, it'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

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

retail complex of factory outlet stores.

Excuse me.

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 the hell 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 going to take the pain

away. No, 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.

No, 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.

30 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

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.

No one could 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.

You can't tell us what to do with this
town.

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.

Let's get an idea about 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?

Well, 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?

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.

Madam, I was here a year ago making my
initial assessment of this property.

And I saw somebody at that school that
day.

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, young man?

Yes, but... I knew it.

Yes, I remember him now.

I do.

Zack, say something. My baby was in that
school.

You killed my kid, you son of a bitch.

Everybody sit

down now.

Quick. Cooper, come with me. 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.

All right? Yeah.

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

No credit card, no bill, 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.

Sorry to do this to you.

Do what you gotta do, Sheriff.