[The man knocks all the dishes off the table and they break on the floor.]

Maria: Liz!!

[Liz is lying on the floor, she's been shot. Max tears Liz's dress open, you can see the growing blood wound.]

Valenti: [voice over] [In his office.] There's a bullet hole in her dress I'm telling you she got shot.

[Liz weakly looks at Max. He puts his hand over the bullet wound, we see images of Liz as a child, Max sighs and when he takes his hand away, the wound is healed.]

Agent: Thank you Sheriff. Your work is done now, we'll take it from here.

Frakes: Blastoff! Yah!!

[The little spacecraft takes off and crashes, sending smoldering alien bodies all around.]

Frakes: YEA!!!!

[Max and Liz in the band room.]

Liz: Where are you from?

[Max points up with his index finger.]

Liz: Up north?

[Max points higher.]

[Max and Liz in the school hallway.]

Max: You can't talk to anyone about this.

[Max, Isabel, and Michael eating lunch together.]

Isabel: Oh my God, you told her.

[Maria confronts Liz.]

Liz: You have to promise me that you are not going to flip out.

Maria: Hey, it's me.

[Maria runs screaming from the cafe with Liz right behind her.]

[Sheriff Valenti shows Liz pictures of a dead body with the handprint.]

Valenti: What do you think of that mark?

Liz: The photo's marked as 1959

[Max, Isabel, and Michael in the jeep.]

Michael: So is this picture what we're seeing is there's more of us?

[Max and Liz at the festival.]

Max: We're just...

Liz: Different.

[Valenti questions Max at the festival.]

Valenti: I'm gonna find out what the truth is. You can count on it.

[Max pushes a stray piece of hair behind Liz's ear.]

[Liz on her roof looking at the stars through a telescope. She sits down and writes in diary.]

Liz: [voice over] September 27. I'm Liz Parker and I will never look at the stars in the sky the same way again. I'll never look at anything the same way again. What did Max Evans mean when he said, "I'll see you in school?" Was it, "I won't be able to breathe until we meet again" or was it just something someone says to, like, fill space? And what is he thinking right now? Is he also obsessed, tortured, going through one sleepless night to the next, wondering what's going to happen between us?

[Max is asleep in his bed, snoring, until he hears a sound. He opens his eyes, grabs his flashlight and baseball bat and slowly gets up. He raises the baseball bat over his head.]

Michael: [raises his hands over his head.] Hold it there! Don't hit me. [Max puts the bat down.]

Max: Argument with Hank?

Michael: Couldn't sleep.

[Max lays out a sleeping bag for Michael and gets back into bed. Michael walks over to the window, Max sits up.]

Max: Hey, I was sleeping.

Michael: Amazing.

Max: What's amazing?

Michael: That you can sleep when the key to our entire existence is out there.

Max: Michael. . .

Michael: Max, listen that picture Valenti showed Liz means there's someone else out there. Someone who was here in 1959. That means he was here when it crashed. He knows where we come from, he knows who we are, he knows why we're here. Maybe he knows how to get back.

Max: Michael, I know how you feel. Believe me, I want to know too. But the sheriff has that picture so we'll never see it. I mean, that would be impossible, right? Michael?

[Opening Credits.]

[Michael watches Valenti drive away from the Sheriff's Station. He looks up at the window and walks away.]

[CrashDown Cafe, in back. Maria and Liz are getting ready for work.]

Maria: I mean, what do we even know about these people? Nothing. How do we know that they're not 3 feet tall, green, and slimy?

Liz: I guess we don't.

Maria: And you know what else doesn't, like, particularly please me? These powers. How do we know they can't just like wiggle their noses and poof us into oblivion?

Liz: I guess we don't.

[Liz checks herself out in the mirror.]

Maria: Okay, you're being like so casual about this, I want to choke you! Liz, we're dealing with alie--

[Liz claps her hand over Maria's mouth as another employee walks in.]

Liz: Can you please not say that word in public?

[CrashDown Cafe, in front. Maria is taking an order to a table and Liz follows.]

Maria: The point is that we don't know anything about these Czechoslovakians. Are they good Czechoslovakians? Bad Czechoslovakians? We don't know. Are they just random Czechoslovakians? For all we know, they don't have their passports.

[Alex pops up from a booth.]

Alex: Who's Czechoslovakian?

Maria: [surprised.] Hey!

Liz: [surprised.] Hey!

Alex: Hey! So, who's Czechoslovakian?

[Liz and Maria answer at the same time:]

Liz: The new kid at school. Maria: The guy at the hardware store.

Liz: [corrects their mistake.] The new kid at school who works at the hardware store.

Maria: Exactly.

Alex: Oh. What about him?

Liz and Maria: Nothing

Alex: [sarcastically.] Fantastic.

[Liz and Maria walk away.]

Maria: [freaked.] Czechoslovakian, 9 o'clock.

[Michael is peering through the window.]

Maria: Okay, that guy creeps me out.

[Maria walks away.]

[At school in Geometry class. Liz is talking to a bunch of girls. She looks over her shoulder at Max, who is sitting at his desk across the room.]

Liz: [voice over] The thing about Czechoslovakians that you sorta have to factor in, is they have these incredibly soulful eyes.

Liz's Friend: That is totally not Mr. Singer.

[Ms. Topolsky walks in. The bell rings.]

Topolsky: Hi. I'm Kathleen Topolsky. I'll be substituting for Mr. Singer who's out sick for a couple of days.

Max's Friend: I hope he's seriously ill.

Topolsky: So the infamous Roswell, New Mexico. Before we get started, let me just ask, does anyone here actually believe in aliens?

[The class laughs. Max glances over at Liz.]

Topolsky: OK, let's take roll. Uh... Bartley.

Bartley: Here.

Topolsky: Collins.

Collins: Here.

Topolsky: Evans.

Max: Here.

Topolsky: Guerin. Michael Guerin? Is he here today? Does anyone know where Michael is?

[Everyone looks over at Max.]

Topolsky: Evans, right? Max Evans?

Max: Yeah?

Topolsky: Do you know where Michael Guerin is?

Max: Uh, Michael's not really into Geometry.

[The class laughs.]

Topolsky: He's not into it. I guess I can understand that. Pretty uninspiring stuff. Let's open our books to page 228.

[After class, in the hallway. Liz follows Max.]

Liz: Hi.

Max: Hi. How's it going?

Liz: Good, um, you know, things are just things are just normal, you know? Completely normal.

Max: Good.

Liz: Um, was that weird?

Max: What?

Liz: That substitute just asked all of those questions about Michael. What was that about?

Max: I'm sure she was just taking attendance.

Liz: Right.

Max: Liz, don't worry about it. No one's suspicious of Michael. It's me.

Liz: Okay.

[Isabel walks up.]

Isabel: Hi Liz!

Liz: Hi.

Max: Hey Iz. [Isabel grabs Max's arm.]

Isabel: [to Max.] We should go.

[They walk away.]

[Police Station. Sheriff Valenti enters and notices a man sitting on a folding chair in the hallway.]

Agent Hart: Good morning!

Valenti: Good morning. [walks over to the Deputy behind the counter.] Who is that?

Deputy: FBI. Agent Hart.

Valenti: Who's he here to talk to?

Deputy: No one, as far as I can tell.

Valenti: Well, what's he doing here?

Deputy: Doesn't appear to be doing anything. He's just been sitting there since 7 am.

Valenti: Deputy Hansen, did you ask him what he's doing here?

Deputy: Yes sir, he said that he was here on assignment and that we should go about our business as usual.

Valenti: Oh, so your response to that was just all right.

[Valenti walks over to Agent Hart.]

Valenti: Agent Hart, I'm Sheriff Valenti. Can I see some identification, please?

Agent Hart: [flashes his badge.] Sorry about the intrusion. I'm here on assignment, Sheriff. You should just go about business. . .

Valenti: As usual. Yeah, I heard. See, my problem with that is that having a federal agent sitting smack dab in the middle of my station house isn't exactly business as usual.

Agent Hart: My orders are to not leave this chair until I'm relieved.

Valenti: Uh-huh. Agent Hart, the FBI has no jurisdiction here. Now I'm going to ask you to please get up and leave. And take your folding chair with you.

[Liz and Maria walking outside of school during lunch.]

Liz: It's impossible, right, that she's not who she says she is?

Maria: Well, no one is who they say they are. I mean, what do you mean exactly?

Liz: Forget it.

[They sit down and eat.]

Maria: What, that she's a spy?

Liz: No, don't be ridiculous.

Maria: 'Cause that kind of stuff happens, you know.

Liz: Now you're being crazy. C'mon, go on.

Maria: Well think about it. She takes attendance. What substitute teacher takes attendance? I mean, God, the whole thing is so Roswellian. I'm telling you Liz, she's been sent here.

Liz: Why would she be sent here?

Maria: To find the Czechoslovakians.

Liz: Sniff some cedar oil, Maria.

Maria: [she takes out her cedar oil from her pocket, and sniffs it.] Which makes me feel that much more about what I already thought before you told me about this, which is that we should definitely, definitely, definitely tell Alex.

Liz: No. Look, Maria, we mustn't tell anyone... ever. Ever.

Maria: [she stands.] Mustn't? When have you ever said mustn't? Look, we need someone with a little perspective. OK, there's all this stuff happening, and it's dangerous. The other day the Sheriff asked me all these questions. And now we have this Topolsky person poking around. You know, that's what they do. They send in special government task forces. Alien hunters. And suddenly, we're like, accessories to Czechoslovakians. We need Alex in on this.

[Liz points to Alex who is talking to some girls, trying to impress them with a double-jointed arm trick.]

Maria: Admittedly, he's not James Bond, but he's all we've got right now.

Alex: [to the girls, who are now walking away, laughing.] What, so now I'm a freak?

[Liz and Maria are at their lockers.]

Maria: Kyle Valenti, headed this way.

Liz: Like, in this general direction, or like, towards me?

Maria: Like, the latter.

Liz: Oh God.

Maria: What are you gonna say?

Liz: I don't even know if there's anything to say. I mean, I saw him over the summer, and it was casual. I'm sure now that we're back in school, he's just thinking of me as a summer thing.

[Kyle walks up to Liz.]

Kyle: Liz!

Liz: Kyle!

[They hug.]

Kyle: How's my girl?

Maria: [to Liz.] See ya!

Liz: Hey.

Kyle: Hey. How's it going?

Liz: Good. You know, I'm just pretty loaded down with all this school stuff.

Kyle: Yeah I know. You take all that stuff pretty seriously.

Liz: Yeah.

Kyle: Right. Okay.

Liz: All right. [Turns to leave.]

Kyle: Listen Liz, I think it's important that we are honest with each other. I was talking with Tommy Hilligan, and he agrees with me. A person should be on time, Liz. I know we left things casual, and I understand that, but you did say that you would meet me at the Crash Festival. I just feel that if you care about a person, which I do, then you should be on time. [Liz gets distracted when she sees Topolsky walking out of an office carrying files, and stops listening to Kyle.] The truth is if you were just some girl and you stiffed me like you did, I would walk in a second, but you're not—

Liz: Kyle, I really want to talk to you right now, I do, but it's just not a good time. I'm sorry, I gotta go. I'm sorry.

[Liz walks briskly through the halls to catch up with Topolsky. She rounds a corner and accidently bumps into her, sending the files flying to the ground.]

Liz: Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about...

[Liz helps her pick up the papers.]

Topolsky: Parker, Liz.

Liz: Yeah.

Topolsky: Photographic memory.

Liz: Wow, that's interesting. I've never met anyone with a photographic memory before.

Topolsky: Helps in my line of work.

Liz: Here, let me help you with that.

Topolsky: That's ok.

[Liz picks up an open file and sees Michael's picture attached to the file.]

[Liz walks to Michael's trailer park home. She knocks on the door.]

Liz: Hi, um, I'm looking for Michael. Guerin? [he doesn't answer.] Maybe I made a mistake.

HANK: Micky! [he sits on the couch and resumes watching tv. Liz walks in.]

Michael: Let's go outside. C'mon. [they walk outside.] You're sure it was my records, it was definitely my records?

Liz: Yeah.

Michael: She asked about me in class?

Liz: Oh, well she was just taking attendance and so when you weren't there, she asked the class if anyone knew you.

Michael: So she's looking for me.

Liz: I don't know what's going on, Michael. I just thought I should tell you.

Michael: Thanks.

Liz: Sure.

Michael: Listen, if Hank insulted you or anything...

Liz: Oh no. No.

Michael: You kind of have to ignore him.

Liz: Sorry... to just show up here.

Michael: It's where I live. Thanks.

[Evening. Valenti is on the phone in his office.]

Valenti: Yeah, I know it's late. But he sent an agent into my building. I think I've got a right to an immediate explanation. No, I won't call back. No, tomorrow is not acceptable. Yeah, I'm sorry about it too. Listen. No, excuse me. Hello? Hello?

[Valenti hangs up. He walks over to his filing cabinet and unlocks a drawer. He pulls out a file, which has the autopsy photographs of the corpse with a silver handprint on its chest. In the back of the file is a sealed envelope, which Valenti rips open and takes a key out. Valenti puts the key in his thermos, puts the thermos into a paper bag, and places the bag inside his desk drawer. Valenti leaves the station.]

[Valenti drives past a gas station just as Michael walks out. Michael is carrying a paper bag under his arm. He walks into the Sheriff's station, and starts to walk to the Sheriff's office. Deputy Hansen stops him.]

Deputy Hansen: Can I help you?

Michael: Good evening, Deputy. I'm selling candies for charity. [pulls out a candy bar from his paper bag.]

Deputy Hansen: Charity?

Michael: Yeah, I'm on the committee to re-open West Lake Orphanage, Deputy Hansen. You can be a part of helping to find homes for dozens of children in need. Single boxes are six dollars a piece, and I feel obliged to strongly recommend the peanut clusters. They are good.

Deputy Hansen: Well, I'm kind of trying to lay off the sweets right now.

Michael: Understood Deputy. If it's all right, I'll just take a look to see who else is around. [he starts to walk away.]

Deputy Hansen: There's nobody up that corridor.

Michael: Um, what if I came back tomorrow night?

Deputy Hansen: Well, it's usually pretty empty at night.

Michael: Well, thanks for your help, Deputy.

[Michael runs into another Deputy on his way out.]

Deputy: What are you doing here?

Michael: [takes out a candy bar.] I'm selling candies for charity.

Deputy: Not in here, you're not.

Michael: [puts his candy bar back in his paper bag.] Yes sir.

[In the Evans' living room. Max, Isabel, and Michael are talking.]

Isabel: Are you insane?!?

Michael: I didn't just wander in, all right? I had a cover story.

Max: And what was your cover story?

Michael: [eats the candy.] I was selling candies for charity. [holds up a piece of candy.] Peanut cluster?

Max: And they bought it?

Michael: No, they all seemed to be on a diet.

Isabel: Not the candy, Einstein, the story.

Michael: Yeah, they bought the story. Why are you wearing that?

Isabel: [stands up and buttons the top button of her blouse.] Because, Michael, I have a date. . .with a guy. . .that I like. In fact, I like my whole life here. In fact, I have a date next Friday that I'm hoping I won't have to miss because I'm running from the law.

Michael: You two, the point is this. That file has got to be in Valenti's office. All right? He leaves for the day at 7:30. There's no one else in the entire wing of the Sheriff's station. We go in, we find the file, we get the info, we put the file back—

Max: So how do we break in? Hypothetically.

Michael: The window. It's got a lock on it. Nothing you can't handle.

Max: Alarm system? [glances at Isabel, who sits beside him and is gives him a warning look.] Hypothetically.

Michael: Piece of cake. Even I could deactivate it.

Isabel: Max, don't humor him. I can't believe you're even considering this.

Max: I just want to know how feasible the plan is. [Isabel glares at him.] Which it's not. . .feasible. It's not feasible, Michael.

Michael: This is what we've been waiting for our entire lives. I mean this is the first time we've ever had any clue that might tell us who we are. We don't have a choice.

[Mr. and Mrs. Evans walk in their house.]

Mr. Evans: Hey!

Mrs. Evans: Anybody here?

Michael: And with government agents after us, we had better get our asses in gear, don't you think?

Max: Agents?

Isabel: What are you talking about?

Michael: Talk to Liz.

[Mr. and Mrs. Evans walk.]

Mr. Evans: Anybody hungry?

Mrs. Evans: Hey guys, we got pizza. [to Isabel.] Hey honey, you look. . .pretty. [to Michael.] Oh Michael, hi.

Michael: Hey, I was just leaving.

Mr. Evans: We got plenty of pizza.

Michael: My dad's cooking. Thanks. [he leaves.]

Mrs. Evans: Well, I'm starved. C'mon guys. Plates, napkins, let's eat!

[Geometry class.]

Topolsky: [draws a triangle on the board.] And we know that the sum of A, B, and C equals 360 degrees.

Liz: [mumbles.] What is she talking about?

Topolsky: Ms. Parker?

Liz: 180.

Topolsky: I'm sorry?

Liz: It's a triangle. You know, the sum of the parts would be 180 degrees.

[Class laughs.]

Topolsky: Right. Right, of course. [writes 180 on the board.] Equals 180 degrees.

[Max and Liz look at each other.]

[After class in the hallway.]

Max: But she pulled other students' records.

Liz: Well, yeah, but the point is that she pulled Michael's.

Max: How many others were there?

Liz: I don't know, maybe ten.

Max: Well, ten's a lot.

Liz: OK it might have only been five. I'm not sure how many there were.

Max: You can't just show up at Michael's and get him riled up like that. You don't know him. He's not big into "let's go over our options." He acts on things.

Liz: Look, I'm sorry, I just thought that Michael was in danger and that I'd better tell him.

Max: In danger of what?

Liz: I don't know. I have no idea. Look, I am just saying that if there is a spy among us, don't you think it behooves us to do something about it?

Max: Spy?

Liz: Well yeah.

Max: Liz, listen. . .

Liz: No, Max, that sort of thing exists, doesn't it? There's like special branches of the government. Alien hunters, you know, that sort of thing.

Max: So you think Ms. Topolsky is an alien hunter.

Liz: [rolls her eyes.] When you say it like that, it sounds ridiculous.

Max: Liz, thank you, you know, for looking out for us. But we have to go on with life as it was before this happened. And we have to be careful now. All of us. You, too.

[Max walks down a hallway and looks through a window. He sees Topolsky talking to Sheriff Valenti and another man. Max wonders if Liz is right afterall.]

[In the women's bathroom. Liz is putting on lip gloss in front of a mirror. Maria is reading a note from Max to Liz that says "Meet me in the 2nd Floor Eraser Room 6th Period, Max."]

Maria: The Eraser room, huh? Liz, do you know what the 2^nd floor eraser room means?

Liz: Of course I know what it means. . .What does it mean?

Maria: It's where Greg Coleman gave Marlene Garcia that hickey the size of a softball. It's where Richie Roher and Amanda Lourdes consumated everything—

Liz: Okay, Maria, you know what? You're just making this into something it's not.

Maria: Liz, I don't think you should do this. Okay? I mean, we don't know what can happen. I mean, the guy touched you and you saw into his soul. How do we know what happens if he kisses you? How do we know what it is to be kissed by a Czechoslovakian? You don't.

Liz: Okay, Maria, no one is kissing anyone here. I mean, Max isn't even the least bit interested in me. You know, he said that things were just like they used to be before. Nothing's changed. He said that.

Maria: Oh my God, it's not just kissing that goes on in the Eraser Room.

Liz's Geometry Class Friend: [over hears the last sentence.] She's got that right. [she walks away.]

Maria: The Eraser Room does two things: cleans erasers and takes our innocence. Do you know what I mean by "takes our innocence," Liz? The Eraser Room has taken some of the best of us. [Maria walks away.]

[Valenti is sitting in his office. Agent Stevens walks in.]

Agent Stevens: Good afternoon, Sheriff.

Valenti: Agent Stevens. You don't write, you don't call. I'm sorry about kicking junior out of here the other day. He had no jurisdiction. No offense.

Agent Stevens: None taken.

Valenti: So, what'd you guys find on that waitress uniform?

Agent Stevens: Well several things actually, sheriff: tomatoes, salt, water, sugar, vinegar—ketchup, Sheriff, no blood. We've wasted enough tax-payer dollars to try to find something that isn't out there. No space ship landed here in 1947. No aliens are currently residing in Roswell, New Mexico. [hands him a search warrant.] I've been given the authority by the governor to search the premises to remove any information pertaining to UFOs, alien sightings, and other alleged paranormal occurrences in this county. This thing is over, Sheriff. [calls out the door to his men.] Let's get on with it, guys. [his men walks in with empty boxes.]

Valenti: You found blood on the dress. Why else would you care enough to remove my files. Wouldn't that be a waste of taxpayer dollars?

Agent Hart: [to Agent Stevens about the file cabinet] It's locked.

Agent Stevens: [extends his hand out to Valenti. Valenti hands him his set of keys.] This won't take long. Thank you, Sheriff. [hands the Agent Hart the key. They unlock the cabinet and rifle through it.]

Valenti: [takes the paper bag, the one with the key in it, out of his drawer.] Make yourself at home. I'm going to lunch. [he leaves.]

[Michael is spying on the Station. Using binoculars, he sees Valenti walking out of his office carrying his paper bag.]

[Eraser Room. Max is cleaning erasers. Liz walks in.]

Liz: So, um, this is the Eraser Room. I've never been here before.

Max: I just thought we should be somewhere private.

Liz: Right. [she locks the door.]

Max: You were right about Topolsky. She isn't who she appears to be.

Liz: Oh. . .

Max: She's been using this office. [uncovers a vent.] I thought we should find out why she's here.

Liz: Yeah.

Max: She has off 6th and 7th period, so. . .we might be here a while.

[Outside police station, Michael puts tabasco sauce on his food and eats it. He turns and watches the men put the files in their car.]

[Eraser Room.]

Liz: OK, I'm still confused. If you crash-landed in 1947, are you really 16 or are you like 52 in a 16-year-old's body? Or do you guys just age differently? I mean, is like 1 alien year equal to 3 human years?

Max: You've thought about this a lot, haven't you?

Liz: [grins.] Kind of.

Max: Well, we know we came out of the pods in 1989. We just don't know how long we were there. When we came out we looked like 6 year olds.

Liz: So were you like green?

Max: Green?

Liz: Before you took human form, were you 3 feet tall and green and slimy? [laughs, embarrassed.] You know, I'm very sorry for asking you that. It's Maria's question.

Max: No, we just always looked like this. Except for the, uh, third eye. [Max bends down and fixes his shoelace, Liz "casually" looks at the back of his head. Max quickly looks back at Liz, he catches her staring.] Kidding!

Liz: Yeah, I knew you were kidding. [Laughs and playfully shoves him.] You're such a jerk! [laughs.]

Liz: So uh, you really have no idea where you're from, like what planet, or who your people are besides Michael and Isabel?

Max: No idea.

Liz: Well, that must be kind of freeing in a way.

Max: Freeing?

Liz: Um, well just with me, you know, my parents own the CrashDown, so everyone in town knows who I am. Like, if I so much as get a haircut, everyone seems to notice, and they have to give me their opinion on it. It kind of makes life claustrophobic. It's like, you know, how am I ever supposed to become whoever it is that I'm gonna become while everyone is looking? You know? Sometimes I wish I could just be invisible.

Max: Sometimes I wish I didn't have to be so invisible.

[They hear Topolsky enter her office, they turn to look through the vent.]

Topolsky: Okay, I looked though all of them, and this is where I wanted to start. [hands the man Michael's records.]

Man: Michael Guerin. Have you interviewed him yet?

Topolsky: He hasn't set foot in school since I've been here. But if Muhammad doesn't come to the mountain. . .

Man: Do you want me to go talk to him?

Topolsky: No, I'll do it. Just check and make sure the address is correct.

Man: You got it. [he leaves.]

[Night. Max and Liz pull up in front of the Crashdown Cafe. Michael approaches Max.]

Max: [to Liz.] Five minutes. [he gets out of the jeep.]

Liz: Right. [she goes inside the Cafe.]

Max: Michael, something's up.

Michael: They're taking things out of the Sheriff's office.

Max: What?

Michael: I don't know. Some guys in suits. So we gotta get in there. It's now or never, Max.

[Crashdown Cafe.]

Maria: [to customer.] You know, I'd steer you to this side of the menu. [Sees Liz walk by.] Oh excuse me. [follows Liz] [to Liz.] Where have you been?

Liz: I need you to cover for me.

Maria: When?

Liz: Tonight.

Maria: Oh, no. It's a zoo.

Customer: Excuse me, I've been waiting for my hot fudge blast off for like 20 minutes.

Maria: [Under her breath.] Yeah, like he needs 80 grams of fat. [to Liz.] Okay, so one trip to the eraser room and you're like above working? Go get your uniform on, Madonna. The masses are demanding alien-themed, greasy food and by God, it's our job to serve it to them.

Liz: No look, Maria, this is really important. I promise I will tell you everything later. You're the best, but right now I've gotta go. [she starts to leave, Alex stops her.]

Alex: OK, I want some answers, all right? Because first of all, there are rumors going around that last week you were shot here in the Cafe. And then at the Crash Festival you (motions to Maria) were seemingly run over by a car, but then you weren't. And everytime I walk up to you two, you go silent or make up some ridiculous story about Czechoslovakia, which is a country that has not existed for 10 years. So I want the truth, and I want it now. [Maria walks over.]

Liz: Alex, the reason that we keep on changing the subject is. . .

Maria: Cramps. We have cramps, Alex.

Liz: Yeah, and we didn't even want to talk about it in front of you because we thought it would make you feel really uncomfortable.

Maria: But if you want really want to know, we can tell you.

Liz: In really excruciating detail.

Alex: No! I'm eating. [he walks back to his booth.]

Liz: [to Maria.] Thank you.

[in the parking lot.]

Max: Michael, it's important to me, too.

Michael: All you want to do is protect what you've got here in Roswell.

Max: That's right, I do.

Michael: Did you ever think of what it's like here for me, Max?

Max: Of course I have.

[They turn to see Liz waiting by Jeep.]

Max: Look, the woman who pulled your records, she's on her way to your place.

Michael: What?

Max: Just stay away from there tonight. Isabel is waiting for you at our house. Just go there and wait.

Michael: Wait for her to find me?

Max: Don't do anything stupid. [Michael looks at Max then Liz, then Max again, and storms off.] [to Liz.] Lets go!

[Kyle pulls up in front of the Crashdown as Liz and Max are leaving.]

Kyle: Liz! [He jumps in his car and follows them.]

[Max and Liz pull up in front of the trailer park, Max turns off the jeep and they wait inside. Kyle is behind them, waiting in his car.]

Liz: So, how did you end up where you ended up, and, um, Michael ended up here?

Max: It's a long story.

Liz: Is his foster father always, uh, so. . .

Max: Tough? Yeah.

[Topolsky pulls up in front of Michael's trailer. Liz moves closer to Max in order to watch Topolsky. Kyle is upset. Liz drops something.]

Liz: My ring! [She bends over to pick it up.]

Kyle: Oh my God! Liz! Get up! Liz! [he gets out of his car and walks over to the jeep.]

Topolsky: [knocks on the door.] [to Hank.] Sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Michael.

Kyle: Liz!

Liz: Kyle!

Kyle: Hey, Max.

Max: [whispers.] Hey, Kyle.

Kyle: What going on?

Liz: [whispers.] Nothing.

Kyle: Why are you whispering?

Liz: [whispers.] We're just, uh, waiting for Michael. We're gonna go, uh. . .

Max: Bowl.

Kyle: Why are you whispering?

Liz: [whispers.] We're going bowling!

Kyle: Liz, what were you doing down there?

Liz: [whispers.] Oh, I dropped my ring.

Kyle: Why are you whispering?

Topolsky: [to Hank.] I'm going to give you my number, and could you have Michael call me?

Kyle: Bowling?!?

[Topolsky walks to her car.]

Max: Liz! [he ducks down.]

Kyle: What? [he ducks down.]

Liz: Max! [she ducks down.]

Kyle: What are you doing?

[Topolsky hears Kyle and glances over. She only sees Liz.]

[Michael sees the Sheriff drive off and he walks over to the Station's alley window and looks up.]

[Max is walking Liz from the car to the Cafe.]

Max: Maybe when this all blows over, you and I could. . .get lunch or something?

Liz: Lunch?

Max: Yeah, if you want.

Liz: So, like in the Caf?

Max: Sure.

Liz: Okay, great. It's a date—no! It's not a date. . .it's a lunch.

Max: Lunch. . .right.

Liz: I better get home.

Max: Yeah, me too.

[Max notices Isabel frantically waving Max over.]

Max: Good night, Liz.

Liz: Good night.

[Max walks away. Liz watches for a few seconds then walks into the Cafe. Max walks over to Isabel.]

Isabel: Michael's AWOL.

[Michael climbs up to the window.]

[Max and Isabel are in the jeep headed towards the Station.]

Isabel: You know the guy doesn't know how to control his powers.

Max: I know.

[Michael uses his powers to unlock to barred window. Michael gets shocked and falls off, me manages to hold on to the bar window cover. He climbs into the Sheriff's office.]

[Max and Isabel drive up, they see the window open.]

[Michael rifles through the cabinets.]

[Max and Isabel see Valenti drive up to the station and walk inside.]

Isabel: You get Michael out of there. I'll keep Valenti out of his office as long as I can.

Max: Right. [he runs to the alley. Isabel lets down her hair.]

[Inside the station.]

Deputy: Forget something?

Sheriff Valenti: Papers.

[Isabel walks in.]

Isabel: Sheriff? I'm so glad someone's here. I have a flat tire, and I am so not mechanical.

[Michael sits down at the desk and opens a drawer. He pulls out the paper bag and shakes it. They key rattles.]

Deputy: [Sheriff walks over to Isabel.] Sheriff. You're off duty, Sheriff. I'd be happy to help the young lady out.

Sheriff Valenti: It's okay Deputy. I've got it.

[Michael opens up the thermos and sees the key. Max climbs through the window.]

Max: [whispers.] Michael, let's go, now! Valenti's back! Let's go! Michael!

[Michael picks up the key, he gets a vision of the geodome that's so intense he falls backwards. Valenti, the Deputy, and Isabel hear a loud noise.]

Sheriff Valenti: Wait here. [He and the Deputy go upstairs toward his office.]

Max: Let's go, let's go!

[Michael and Max climb out the window and Max uses his powers to lock window.]

Max: 1 . . 2. . .3. [They jump into a garbage dumpster right before Sheriff Valenti opens his door. He looks around and sees nothing. He checks the window bars and finds it locked.]

Michael: [they climb out of the garbage dumpster.] Told you it was no big deal.

[Sheriff Valenti fixes Isabel's tire.]

Sheriff Valenti: There you go. You're all set Miss Evans.

Isabel: Thanks, thanks a lot.

Sheriff Valenti: Isabel, right?

Isabel: Yeah. [starts the jeep.]

Sheriff Valenti: You're out past the curfew.

Isabel: Well, I had a flat tire.

Sheriff Valenti: Right. Where's Max tonight?

Isabel: Oh. I have no idea. I'm just his sister, not his keeper. Thanks again. [she drives off.]

[In the jeep in at the trailer park. Michael hands Max the key.]

Max: [holding the key, concentrating.] Nothing.

[Max hands it to Isabel who concentrates then gasps.]

Michael: What did you see?

Isabel: Ricky Martin in the shower.

[Michael grabs the key and walks off. Max goes after him.]

Max: Hey. [Michael turns.] Sorry about before. Maybe I don't really know what it's like for you.

Michael: The thing I've realized is the fact that my life basically sucks is a good thing. It's easier. We always have to be able to leave, pack a suitcase, go somewhere else. Maybe 10 years from now, maybe a week from now, maybe tomorrow. So my advice? Don't get in too deep, Maximillian. It only makes us weaker. [he goes inside his home.]

[Next day. Liz is walking through the hallway. Topolsky appears behind her.]

Topolsky: Miss Parker! I have some questions for you about Michael Guerin. [she turns.] Your friend Michael is in serious trouble. I'm not a substitute teacher. I saw you at Michael's house last night. I'm the new guidance counselor.

Liz: [mumbling.] Guidance counselor.

Topolsky: And Michael is a boy who's in serious danger of being expelled from this school. If you're really a friend, you'll talk to him. You'll have him come in and meet with me. Soon. Are you with me, Miss Parker?

Liz: I'll tell him.

Topolsky: Thank you.

[As Topolsky walks away, Liz sees Kyle staring at her.]

Liz: [voice over.] Since I found out about Max and Michael and Isabel, I've been thinking a lot about secrets.

That for everyone who has a secret, there's someone else who needs to know what that secret is. [Valenti opens his thermos and discovers the key is gone.]

How sometimes secrets keep people from feeling like they belong. [Michael watches the Evans family play basketball together in their driveway.]

And sometimes secrets make you feel like you do belong. [Liz and Max in the Eraser Room.]

And now even I, Liz Parker, the smallest of small town girls with the simplest of lives—even I have something to hide. [Liz finishes writing in her journal and smiles.]