09x21 - I Will Walk with You: Part 1

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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.

♪ 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
you I'll walk with you ♪

♪ Walk with you ♪

♪ Believe me, I'll
walk with you. ♪

Scat... 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? 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 to 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.

Do 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.

Danville, next stop.

MAN: Attention.

Bus now leaving
for points north:

Parker, Neverland, Fort
Davis, Evergreen, Loveland

and Ascension.

♪♪

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.

Is 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?

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, 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?

Well, because there's
only one stop left,

that's Ascension,

and we're the last on the bus.

Oh... 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-and very
knowledgeable, very worldly.

No, no, not worldly, 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... there's
that charming tendency to, uh,

miss the-the big picture,

but of course, that's
only because she's...

little bit of a... 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.

Monica... we're here.

Thank you.

Come back again.

Thanks.

It's kind of quiet around here.

Yeah.

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

Yeah, yeah, see what I can find.

How 'bout 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.

Well, I know the
best place in town.

Actually, the
only place in town.

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.

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?

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.

Ah, that smells good.

You staying here with friends?

I haven't decided yet.

Thanks for the coffee.

Thanks, Rindy.

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

you're going to 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.

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 d*ed about a year ago.

Actually, she was k*lled.

Along with almost
every kid in this town.

Oh, Wayne.

I heard about that.

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.

15 years ago.

I fell asleep behind
the wheel of the car.

On I-15 between
Barstow and Vegas.

You, uh, 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, this is your lucky day."

Monica doesn't let
you get away with that.

She says, "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,

the darn thing 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
at the cafeteria.

The boiler exploded, it
ignited a propane t*nk.

We lost them all.

46 children.

And eight teachers.

One of them, Wayne's wife Judy.

And all of the
children were k*lled?

No, a few kids were
home sick that day.

It was real hard
on them after that.

18 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.

Some have said
the boiler was old

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

A lot of bad feelings

around here, and
nowhere to put them.

I guess people need
somebody to blame.

Blame?

Well, who?

The m*rder*r.

Eddie... I was there,
Wayne, you weren't.

You didn't here 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. Mayor.

Well, that was fast.

Yeah, the prong
was bent a little.

No charge.

Well, then no charge
on the coffee, either.

Thanks.

Rindy.

Wish I could say there
was a lot more work for you

in this town, but folks
aren't in a fixing-up mood.

Well, I'm going to
give it a try anyway.

Suit yourself.

I guess you'll need
a place to stay.

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.

Well, thanks. I accept.

Get your stuff,
I'll walk you over.

Okay.

See you at 5:30, Joey.

So, Mike... will you
show me your town?

Absolutely. Let's go.

Still divorced.

Kids 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.

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... 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... um, uh, 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.

'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.

Eddie Markowksi 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, uh...

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.

They were beautiful.

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.

Can't imagine living
here without her.

And her students?

They're gone.

All gone.

You see that bag, there?

Belonged to her granddaughter.

She loved Beethoven, Chopin...

She forgot to take
it home with her

the night before the accident.

Oh... 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 awhile.

Finally reconciled
with her family,

only to see both her
grandchildren die in one day.

Oh, no.

Her daughter was one of
the teachers at the school.

And her son-in-law
couldn't stand the loss,

and he k*lled himself.

Where is that music...?

So, now, she's developed
this very strange obsession.

All she talks about is
the... the assassination...

Of President Kennedy.

Here it is!

Ah! Here!

Ah!

Likely story.

Well, 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?

You know her?

Right next to
Parkland Hospital...

Well, that means
I can't stay there.

There's too many
questions... Sophie?

That's Dallas...

Oh, and that...
that's in New Orleans.

Sophie?

And, uh... Elm Street.

Yeah... 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.

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 m*rder*d?

Oh!

You never know...

you never know what
direction it's coming from.

Sometimes the underpass.

Sometimes from the grassy knoll.

And them 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.

I mean... 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.

Well, th-there's, um...
that door at Dr. Jean's...

Oh, 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, that should keep you busy.

Oh, good morning, Joey.

He used to talk a lot, huh?

Mm.

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.

Hm.

Have you ever been to Dallas?

Yes, ma'am.

You have?!

Oh!

I have to have dates, and, uh...

corroborating documentation
and tickets and receipts.

Have-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.

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.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Works like a charm, Zack.

How much do I owe you?

Oh, no charge.

Oh, I have to pay you something.

Hey.

Look...

A new patient.

No, I'm not a veterinarian.

I know, I know, but...

a 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 a thing like that?

Hey, Joey... got
something for you.

Mr. Beans!

I fix toasters, I
sew teddy bears.

What can I say?

Made quite an impression here.

This town could use a
few more people like you.

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

see if they want to
come over and play?

You laugh now, but, uh,

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?

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.

Excuse me.

Uh, 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 gonna
take the pain away.

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.

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."

You know, 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 d*ed in 1963!

30 years ago, I swore an oath

to dedicate myself
to healing people.

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.

Uh, 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 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-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 gonna 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 ♪ 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, young man?

Yes, but I... I knew it.

Yes.

I remember him now.

I do.

Zack, say something.

My baby was in that school!

You k*lled my
kid, you son of a...!

- You m*rder*d...!
- Eddie!

Hey, Eddie!

Burn in Hell, m*rder*r!

Quit!

Everybody, sit down now!

Quit!

k*lled them.

Get off of the man!

Folks around here have
been looking for somebody

to pin that expl*si*n
on for a long time now.

Are you arresting me?

Let's call it
protective custody.

Hey... m*rder*r!

Child k*ller!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

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

No credit card,
no bills, no friends

keeps you nice and free,

but always a little
bit suspicious.

I-I just never
stayed in one place

long enough to
have a... an address.

Sorry to do this to you.

Do what you got to do, Sheriff.