~The Mourning After Transcript~
I finally got the transcript for "The Morning After"
done,I'm not sure when the transcript for "Monsters"
is gonna be done because I've only done 20 minutes for
it and plus I'm really tired,but hopefully I'll get it
done by tonight but I'm not sure,anyway here is the
transcript for "The Morning After".
(Liz writing in diary)
VOICEOVER: 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 gonna
happen between us?
(Scene shows Max sound asleep, snoring until he hears
a sound. He opens his eyes, grabs his flashlight and
slowly gets up. The intruder that Max almost smacks
with a flashlight turns out to be Michael.)
MICHAEL: Hold it there! Please don’’t……hit me.
MAX: Argument with Hank?
MICHAEL: Couldn’t sleep.
(Max lays out a sleeping bag for Michael. When Michael
shows no indication of wanting to sleep……)
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 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?
[INTRO]
(Michael is shown watching the Sheriff’’s Station)
(Crashdown Caféé, in back)
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 wriggle their noses and poof us
into oblivion?
LIZ: I guess we don’’t.
MARIA: OK, you’’re being like so casual about this, I
want to choke you! Liz, we’’re dealing with alie-- (Liz
closes Maria’’s mouth with her hand)
LIZ: Can you please not say that word in public?
(Crashdown Caféé, in front)
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: Who’’s Czechoslovakians?
MARIA: Hey!
LIZ: Hey!
ALEX: Hey. So, who’’s Czechoslovakians?
(Simultaneously)
LIZ: The new kid at school.
MARIA: The guy at the
hardware store.
LIZ: The new kid at school who works at the hardware
store.
MARIA: Exactly.
ALEX: Oh, what about him?
MARIA: Nothing
ALEX: Fantastic.
(Maria notices Michael peering into the window
watching them.)
MARIA: Czechoslovakian, 9 o'clock. OK, that guy creeps
me out.
(In Geometry classroom)
LIZ: (voiceover as she looks at Max) The thing about
Czechoslovakians that you have to sort of factor in,
is they have these incredibly soulful eyes.
FEMALE CLASSMATE: That is totally not Mr. Singer.
TOPOLSKI: Hi, I’’m Catharine Topolski. I’’ll be
substituting for Mr. Singer who’’s out sick for a
couple days.
MALE CLASSMATE: I hope he’’s seriously ill.
TOPOLSKI: So…… infamous Roswell, New Mexico. Before we
get started, let me just ask. Does anyone actually
believe in aliens?
TOPOLSKI: OK, let’’s take roll. Bartley, Collins,
Evans, Guerin…… Michael Guerin, is he here today? Does
anyone know where Michael is? (Looks over at Max).
Evans, right? Max Evans?
MAX: Yeah.
TOPOLSKI: Do you know where Michael Guerin is?
MAX: Michael’’s not really into Geometry.
TOPOLSKI: Not into it. I guess I can understand that.
Pretty inspiring stuff. Let’’s open our books to page
228.
(after class in the hallway)
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 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 is suspicious
of Michael. It’’s me.
LIZ: OK
ISABEL: Hi Liz!
LIZ: Hi.
MAX: Hey Is.
ISABEL: (to Max) We should go.
(Police Station. Sheriff Valenti enters and notices a
strange man sitting on a folding chair in the
hallway.)
AGENT HART: Good morning!
VALENTI: Good morning. (Walks to deputy.) 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: Agent Hart, I’’m Sheriff Valenti. Can I see
some identification, please?
AGENT HART: 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 is not 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.
(On the high school grounds)
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.
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? My 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: 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: Musn’’t? When have you ever said "musn’’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 there’’s this Topolsky person poking around.
You know, that’’s what they do. They send this special
government task force of alien hunters. And suddenly,
we’’re like accessories to Czechoslovakians. We need
Alex in on this.
(Liz points to Alex who is in another area of the quad
is talking to some girls and trying to impress them
with this double-jointed arm trick he can do.)
MARIA: Admittingly, he’’s not James Bond, but he’’s all
we’’ve got right now.
ALEX: (to girls walking away, laughing) What, so now
I’’m a freak?
(In front of 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 it was summer fling.
KYLE: Liz!
LIZ: Kyle!
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. Ok.
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, like I do, then you should be on time.
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 notices Topolsky coming out of the Registrar’’s
carrying a stack of files.)
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 and bumps into her, sending the files flying
to the ground.)
LIZ: Oh my gosh, I’’m sorry. I’’m sorry about……
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. (Liz sees
Michael’’s picture among the files)
TOPOLSKY: That’’s ok.
(At Michael’’s trailer)
LIZ: Hi, um, I’’m looking for Michael Guerin. Maybe I
made a mistake.
HANK: Micky!
MICHAEL: Let’’s go outside. C’’mon. (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. Sheriff’’s 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 opens a locked file drawer and
pulls out a file, which has the autopsy photographs of
the corpse with a silver imprint on its chest. In the
back of the file is a sealed envelope, which Valenti
rips away and opens. Inside the envelope is a key.
Valenti sticks the key in his thermos, stuffs the
thermos into a paper bag, and places the bag inside
his desk drawer. Valenti then leaves the police
station.)
(Valenti drives past a mini-mart just as Michael walks
out. Michael is carrying a big paper brown bag under
his one arm. He walks into the Sheriff’’s station,
looks at the signs on the wall and starts to make his
way to his designation. He is stopped by one of the
deputies.)
DEPUTY HANSEN: Can I help you?
MICHAEL: Good evening, Deputy. I’’m selling candies for
charity.
DEPUTY HANSEN: Charity?
MICHAEL: Yeah, I’’m on the committee to re-open
Westlake Orphanage, Deputy…… Hansen. You can be a part
of helping to find homes for dozens of children. A
single box is six dollars a piece, and I’’d feel
obliged to 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.
DEPUTY HANSEN: There’’s nobody up the 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: I’’m selling candies for charity.
DEPUTY: Not in here, you’’re not.
MICHAEL: Yes sir.
(In the Evans’’ living room)
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: I was selling candies for charity. 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: Because, Michael, I have a date……with a
guy……that I like. In fact, I like my life here. In
fact, I have a date next Friday that I’’m hoping I
won’’t 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? (Looks at Isabel who is giving 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……
Which it’’s not……feasible. It’’s not feasible.
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 didn’’t
have a choice.
(The Evans parents enter off screen.)
MR. EVANS: Hey
MRS. EVANS: Anybody here?
MICHAEL: With government agents after us, we ought to
get our asses in gear, don’’t you think?
MAX: Agents?
ISABEL: What are you talking about?
MICHAEL: Talk to Liz.
(Parents enter the living room.)
MR. EVANS: You guys 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.
MRS. EVANS: Well, I’’m starved. C’’mon guys. Plates,
napkins, let’’s eat!
(In Geometry class)
TOPOLSKY: You’’ll notice the sum of A, B, and C equals
360 degrees.
LIZ: (murmuring to herself) What’’s 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.
TOPOLSKY: Right. Right, of course. Equals 180 degrees.
(After class in the hallway)
MAX: ……but she pulled other students’’ files.
LIZ: Well, yeah, but the point is that she pulled
Michael’’s.
MAX: How many others were there?
LIZ: I don’’t know, maybe 10.
MAX: Well, 10’’s a lot.
LIZ: OK it might have only been 5. 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. 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. Topolski is an alien hunter.
LIZ: 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 as it was before this happened.
And we have to be careful now. All of us, you too.
(Max is walking outside the school building and looks
through a window. He sees Ms. Topolsky talking to
Sheriff Valenti and another man. Max wonders if Liz
might be right.)
(In the women’’s bathroom. 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
2nd floor erasure room means?
LIZ: Of course I know what it means…… What does it
mean?
MARIA: It’’s where Greg Coleman gave Marlene Garcia a
hickey the size of a softball. It’’s where Richie Roher
and Amanda Lourdes consummated everything……
LIZ: OK, Maria, you know what? You’’re just making this
into something it’’s not.
MARIA: I don’’t think you should do this. OK? I mean,
we don’’t know what can happen. OK? 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: OK, 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.
FEMALE CLASSMATE: She’’s got that right.
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.
(Sheriff’’s office)
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. 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. (To his men) Let’’s get on with it, guys.
VALENTI: If there was no blood on the dress, then why
else would you care enough to remove my files.
Wouldn’’t that be a waste of tax-payer dollars?
AGENT HART: (to Agent Stevens about the file cabinet)
It’’s locked.
AGENT STEVENS: (Reaching for the file cabinet key from
Valenti) This won’’t take long. Thank you, Sheriff.
VALENTI: (Taking his thermos with the key in it) Make
yourself at home. I’’m going to lunch.
(Using binoculars, Michael watches Valenti walking out
of his office carrying his thermos.)
(Eraser Room)
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. 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 watches as men remove
files.)
(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: 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 about asking you that; it’’s Maria’’s
question.
MAX: No, we just always looked like this. Except the……
third eye. (Max looks down at the ground as Liz
casually looks over at him. Max then leans over as if
to tie his shoelace and Liz leans forward staring at
the back of Max’’s head. Max peeks over and sees Liz
looking at his head.) Kidding!
LIZ: Yeah, I knew you were kidding. (Laughs and
playfully shoves him) You’’re such a jerk! 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 just 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, and they turn to
look through the grate.)
TOPOLSKY: OK, I looked though all of them, and this is
where I wanted to start.
UNKNOWN MAN: Michael Guerin. Have you interviewed him
yet?
TOPOLSKY: He hasn’’t set foot in school since I’’ve been
here. But if Mama doesn’’t come to the mountains……
UNKNOWN MAN: Do you want me to go talk to him?
TOPOLSKY: I’’ll do it. Just check and make sure the
address is correct.
UNKNOWN MAN: You got it.
(Max and Liz drive up to the Crashdown Caféé).
MAX: Five minutes.
LIZ: OK
(Liz goes into the caféé. Michael runs to up Max.)
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.
(In the Crashdown Caféé)
MARIA: (To customer) You know, I’’d steer you to this
side of the menu. (Sees Liz enter.) Oh excuse me. (To
Liz) Where have you been?
LIZ: I need you to cover for me.
MARIA: Oh no, no, it’’s a zoo.
OBESE MALE CUSTOMER: Excuse me, I’’ve been waiting for
my hot fudge blast off for like 20 minutes.
MARIA: (Under her breath) Yeah, like you need 80 grams
of fat. (to Liz) OK, so one trip to the eraser room
and you’’re like above working? Go get your uniform on,
Madonna. The masses are demanding alien themes, greasy
food, and by God, it’’s our job to serve it to them.
LIZ: No look, Marie, this is really important. I
promise I will tell you everything later. You’’re the
best, but right now I’’ve gotta go.
(Alex stops Liz as she’’s leaving.)
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 every
time I walk up to you two, you go silent and 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.
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 it 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.
LIZ: (to Maria) Thank you.
(in the parking lot)
MAX: Michael, it’’s important to me too.
MICHAEL: All you want to protect is what you got here
in Roswell.
MAX: That’’s right, I do.
MICHAEL: Have you ever thought 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.
(Kyle Valenti spots Liz driving off with Max and
begins to follow them to the trailer park. Both stop a
few feet away from Michael’’s trailer.)
LIZ: So, how did you end up where you ended up, and
Michael ended up here?
MAX: It’’s a long story.
LIZ: Is his foster father always, um, so……
MAX: Tough. No.
(Max and Liz watch Topolsky knock on the door. Liz
drops her ring onto the floor near Max’’s feet. As she
leans over to get it, it appears to Kyle like she’’s
doing something to Max.)
KYLE: Oh my God! Liz! Get up! Liz……
TOPOLSKY: (to Hank when he answers the door) Sorry to
bother you. I’’m looking for Michael.
KYLE: Liz!
LIZ: Kyle!
KYLE: Hey, Max.
MAX: Hey, Kyle.
KYLE: What going on?
LIZ: Nothing.
KYLE: Why are you whispering?
LIZ: We’’re just, uh, waiting for Michael. We’’re gonna
go, uh……
MAX: Bowl.
KYLE: Why are you whispering?
LIZ: We’’re going bowling!
KYLE: Liz, what were you doing down there?
LIZ: Oh, I dropped my ring.
KYLE: Why are you whispering?
TOPOLSKY: (to Hank) Why don’’t I give you my number.
Could you have Michael call me?
KYLE: Bowling?
MAX: Get down.
KYLE: What? What are you doing?
(Toposlky hears Kyle and turns around. Kyle and Max
are out of sight, but Topolsky sees Liz.)
(Michael goes to the Sheriff’’s station and looks up at
the window.)
(Max and Liz return to the caféé.)
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 waving for him come.)
MAX: Good night, Liz.
LIZ: Good night.
(Max approaches Isabel)
ISABEL: Michael’’s AWOL.
(Michael and Isabel drive toward the Police Station)
ISABEL: You know he doesn’’t know how to control his
powers.
MAX: I know.
(Michael uses his powers to open a locked window grate
but overdoes it and nearly falls off. Michael slips
inside the window as Isabel and Max arrive. They both
see the window grate open and know Michael is there.
Meanwhile, Michael goes through the Sheriff’’s files.
Max and Isabel see Valenti pulling into the station.)
ISABEL: You get Michael out of there. I’’ll keep
Valenti out of his office as long as I can.
MAX: Right.
(Inside the police station)
DEPUTY: Forget something?
VALENTI: Papers.
ISABEL: Sheriff? I’’m so glad someone’’s here. I have a
flat tire, and I am so not mechanical.
DEPUTY: Sheriff. You’’re off duty, Sheriff. I’’d be
happy to help the young lady out.
SHERIFF: It’’s ok deputy. I got it.
(Max climbs through the window as Michael finds the
key.)
MAX: Michael, let’’s go, now! Valenti’’s back! Let’’s go!
Michael!
(As Michael picks up the key, he gets hit with a
vision so intense that he falls backwards. Valenti,
the deputy, and Isabel can hear his fall. Valenti and
the deputy head upstairs toward his office.)
MAX: Let’’s go, let’’s go!
(Michael and Max exit the office and Max reseals the
locked window. Both jump into a garbage dumpster
before Valenti arrives. Seeing nothing in the office,
he checks the window grate and finds it locked.)
MICHAEL: (As they climb out of the garbage dumpster)
Told you it was no big deal.
(In front of the Police Station)
VALENTI: (After fixing the flat tire) You’’re all set
Miss Evans.
ISABEL: Thanks, a lot
VALENTI: Isabel, right?
ISABEL: Yeah
VALENTI: You’’re out past the curfew.
ISABEL: Well, I had a flat tire.
VALENTI: Right. Where’’s Max tonight?
ISABEL: I have no idea. I’’m just his sister, not his
keeper.
(In the jeep in front of Michael’s trailer. Max reaches
for the key and gets no vision. Isabel reaches for it
and acts as if she has a vision.)
MICHAEL: What did you see?
ISABEL: Ricky Martin in the shower.
(Michael takes the key and walks toward his trailer.
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 realize is the fact that my life
basically sucks is a good thing. It’’s easier. You
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.
(Next day on the school grounds.)
TOPOLSKY: Miss Parker. I have some questions for you
about Michael Guerin. 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: (murmuring) 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.
VOICE OVER:
(As Topolsky walks away, Liz sees Kyle staring at
her.) Since I’’ve 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. (Scene of
Valenti discovering that the key is missing.)
How sometimes secrets keep people from feeling like
they belong. (Scene of Michael watching the Evans
family play basketball together in their driveway)
And sometimes secrets make you feel like you do
belong. (Scene of 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 then smiles.)
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