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Cry Your Name
Or the ep where you will be crying your eyes out ... one of the gang dies

Notes: Roswell scripts are property of the WB, Jason Katims Productions and the rest of The Powers That Be. I don't own them so absolutely NO infringement or copyright violation is intended.

I've made an effort to get the transcripts as accurate as I can but they may not be 100% accurate. I'm not posting all the scenes in the episode, just certain ones that I like. They are scenes primarily with Michael and/or Maria in them. My MS3TK-style commentary is in < >. Please do not archive these transcripts/commentaries anywhere else.

Transcriber/Commentator: Minnie
Archive Date: 5/1/2001

Note: M = Maria, L = Liz, DB = Delivery Boy, Mi = Michael, Mx = Max, I = Isabel, A = Alex, V = Sheriff Valenti, K = Kyle, T = Tess

Cut back to Liz and Doobie.

L: And then what did he say?

DB: I don't know. <He's playing dumb all of a sudden.> Life isn't right, life is wrong, something like that.

L: And yeah, what did you say? <He said, "Yeah, and I think that Liz's jacket isn't wrong, it's wrong.>

DB: I said, whatever, dude. <Or that. Again, one of the classic answers to all life's questions. This Doobie is just coming up with all the answers, isn't he?>

L: Whatever, dude? That's your reaction to a man who is devastated and on his way out of this life? Isn't that how you described it to your fan club? <Ooooh, good one, Liz.>

DB: Look, I wasn't ... I'm sorry it sounded like that.

L: Yeah. If you remember, anything else, anything, my parents own the Crashdown. You can usually find me there. <That is just a lead-in. You KNOW Doobie's going to find something and bring it to Liz at the Crashdown.>

Liz shows the photo of Alex and Leanna <sans Alex's head. I shudder to think what
really happened to it.> and says she knows it means something.

V: Yeah. <It means someone got scissor-happy.>

L: What? 

V: I don't really know. <That means, he's not sure about the scissors. Maybe someone used an exacto knife on the picture instead. ::shrugs::>

L: What? Don't give me that! <She's pushy. Who knew? :) > You're onto something. This is a clue, isn't it? <Uh, I thought it was a picture actually.>

V: Maybe. We're a long way ... <From home?>

L: You have a theory about this, don't you? <I've got a theory about a lot of things. I've got a theory that M&M will ... oh, you mean an Alex theory? Never mind.>

V: This has been a very, very difficult day <again, understatement of the year> and I think the best thing for you now ... <Is to get rid of the jacket. Yes, I'm still NOT over the jacket.>

Here comes Lizus Interruptus, i.e. Liz interrupting.

L: (raises voice) No! I don't need another grief counselor. I know what happened to Alex was not an accident. I know with every fiber in my body <Er, did she say she needed fiber in her body?> so I am going to find out the truth. So cut the crap <Whoa! Not only do we get Lizus Interruptus but we get Really-Angry-Liz-Saying-Words-Like-Crap. I like this Liz. You go, girl!> and tell me what the photo means to you. <I'd listen to her, Valenti. She sounds like she means business!>

V: Okay. You're not gonna like what I'm about to say. <Uh-oh.>

L: Tell me. <Yeah, lay it on me. I can handle it. *cringe*>

V: It's beginning to look more and more likely than Alex might have deliberately turned his car into the oncoming traffic. <*insert dumbfounded look here* Ok, whatcha been smokin' and where can I get some of it? *g*
>
L: (shocked, stunned, appalled, other similar adjectives) Wha ... why would he do that? <I'm shocked, stunned, appalled too.>

V: The last couple of weeks people have noticed changes in Alex's behavior. Moodiness, lack of focus. His grades started to slip. <Hmmm. Lack of focus. Maybe that's why he turned his car onto that truck. Because he couldn't focus. Couldn't he have just gotten eyeglasses instead? Heh.>

L: Oh please. <What? It's not that farfecthed ... oh, wait, it is.>

V: Liz, I interviewed the truck driver, I went to the accident scene, I saw the school reports. <So?>

L: You are saying Alex killed himself over bad grades? <Shocked, stunned and appalled are still with me.>

V: We may never know exactly why Alex did what he did. <And we may never know why the writers did what they did to poor Alex. Why do I get the thing that the words "poor Alex' are going to be used over and over again from now on?>

Valenti holds up the picture of Alex and Leanna.

V: This is a part of the puzzle, isn;t it? I mean, look at it. He deliberately defaced his own image. Believe it tears me up to have to say that. <Then don't say it.>

L: Thank you for your time.

Liz walks down the sidewalk. She stops momentarily, bend downs and coughs. Not sure if she actually threw up. Max is in his bedroom trying on a dark suit. <Probably for the funeral. :(> Liz knocks on this window. <Doesn't anybody knock on doors anymore?>

L: I don't wanna be alone. Can I ... can I stay here tonight? <But what will your parents say? Oh, that's right. Your parents disappeared into the numerous and glaring plotholes of season 2.>

Mx: Sure.

In Max's bedroom:

Max is sitting on his bed. Liz is pacing on the floor. It's Pacing-and-Ranting Liz (PRL).

Mx: That's crazy. <What? What'd I miss?>

PRL: Yes, I know. That is what I said. <What? What did you say? Someone throw me a bone here.>

Mx: Alex would never do something like that. <Oh, that. I already knew that.>

PRL: No, of course not. It’s ridiculous. You know what's gonna happen. <Whoa, Liz is psychic now?> Hansen is gonna go and put that in his report and it going to be in the newspaper for every single person to read. … all of his friends, his family. <Are you sure all his friends and family get the paper? Or read, for that matter? Okay, that was really snarky. Sorry.>

Max stands up.

Mx: No!

L: Alex Whitman's death yesterday was declared a suicide by the Roswell Sheriff's Department. <Hell, NO!>

M: I'll talk to Valenti. <Yeah, you do that, Max.> He's just jumping to conclusions.

L: Just the fact that his parent have to go through this … this nightmare. <Alex has parents? Two of them? I never saw his mom. You sure he has two parents?> They do not need to think that their son …

Liz stops and sits down.

Mx: Liz. Liz, I'll handle it. <Somehow that doesn't instill a whole lot of confidence in me, Maxwell.>

L: Thank you.

Liz's stomach growls.

M: Hungry? <Grab a Snickers. ;) >

L: That's embarrassing. <You said it, not me.>

M: Oh ,that's alright. When's the last time yo ate. 

L: Um, uh, yesterday, I think. <She's like me sometimes. We forget to eat.>

Mx: How does frozen macaroni and cheese sound? <Frozen? Well, could you at least heat it up a little? It would be easier to chew that way.>

To the Deluca household:

Amy is sitting in the living room. Michael brings her a cup of something,

A: Oh, no more tea. Thank you, Michael.

Mi: It's not tea. Hot buttered rum (or something like that, I'm not really sure what he says). Help you sleep. My foster dad taught me to mix drinks before I could ride a bike. <My friend taught me to mix drinks. Period.> He called it job training. <My friend called it 'mixing drinks'.> If all else fails, I could always tend bar. <Michael, a bartender. Okay, that does not work for me.>

A: Oh what a charming man. <Charming isn’t the word I'd use exactly.> Is Maria still asleep?

Mi: Yeah. She keeps kicking off the covers though. <*triplecandysigh He tucked her into bed and laid some covers on her. Isn’t that just the sweetest thing? I'm so fawning over this, it's not even funny. *triple candysigh>

A: She always does that. You know I think this is the most time you've ever spent in my house. 

Mi: Yeah, I could leave if you want. It's just nice to be around people. <You mean it's nice to be around Maria, dontcha, spaceboy?

A: No, no, that's not what I meant at all. <She means, don't EVER leave Maria, Michael.> What I'm trying to say is … you've really been great for my family and it's a wonderful thing to see my daughter loved <She sees it! She sees the Candy love! The parents on this show aren't so clueless after all.> and I would like to see a lot more of that <and so would I and the rest of the CandyClanners> and as far as I'm concerned, you'll always be welcome in this house. <Doesn't that just bring a big, goofy, melty grin on your face? How many times have I sighed and cried now?>

Mi: Thank you.

A: Welcome on the couch. <Oh. That. Well, the couch is fine. It's still in the house.>

Mi: Yeah, right. <He agrees with me. Good boy, Michael.>

At the Crashdown:

Alex and Isabel are sitting up at the counter. The camera pans them in a circle.

I: You're not really here, are you? <Are we really all "here"? Where is "here" anyway? Because when I say "here", it means "there" to you.>

A: No. You're talking in your sleep. <She dreamwalks. She dreamtalks. She's dreaming Barbie, er, Isabel.>

I: God, I wish I could really talk to you, Alex. <So do I. So do I. ::grabs tissues::>

A: The next best thing, What do you want to say? <Please say you're not dead.>

I: That I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. <For what? You never wore that hideous jacket that Liz wears.>

A: Me too. <::blubbering like a fool now::>

I: I never should have called you. <Called him what? No .. really ... called him what?>

A: I called you, remember? <Oh, "called" as in "on the phone.">

I: I never should have brought you into any of this. <Hon, he would have been "into this" even if you didn't bring him in. Not to get all nitpicky and everything, but technically it was Liz that actually "brought him", i.e. told him the "secret" last year.>

A: Any of what?

I: Me. My life. <Me. No.Like.Liz's.Jacket.>

A: You think being with you had something to do with what happened? <*sniffle*>

I: Yes, I do. I don't know how but God, if you hadn't been involved with me ... <She's blaming herself. Don't cry, Izzy. Repeat after me, "It's NOT your fault.">

A: If I was really here, I'd tell you you're full of crap. <::watery smile on my face:: Whoa, did Alex just tell her she was full of shit? Who woulda thunk it?>

I: Yeah, but it wouldn't make me feel any better. <Awww, it's worth a little smile, don't you think?>

A: I better go. I'm not making anything better for you. <Nooooo, don't leave! ::hangs on to Alex's leg::>

I: No, please. Please don't go. <::still hanging on to leg, not letting go::>

A: I'm already gone. <::lets go of leg to burst into tears:: You have NO idea how that statement is affecting me. I feel something twisting inside me, like some horrid pain..> This is just a dream that you'll eventually wake up from. <Then I don't want to wake up.>

I: Will I see you again? <Kleenex, where the hell is my Kleenex?>

A: That depends on you. But I have a feeling I wouldn't want me to be here. <God, that's ::sob*hiccup*sob::>

They kiss, probably for the last time.

A: Bye, Isabel. 

Alex gets up from his seat and starts to leave.

I: (crying) I love you, Alex. <::wail*bawl*cry*:: >

Alex turns around to say:

A: I think we both know that I loved you too. <He said 'loved', as in past tense. Just cut my heart out and rip it from my chest, why don't you?>

Alex walks out of the Crashdown. Isabel is in bed, crying.

At the Evans kitchen:

Mx: Remember the time he electrified Mr. Hoffman's desk? <::jittery smile::>

L: Yeah, he almost got suspended for that. <Woohoo, Alex the rebel. No, that kind of Rebel.>

Mx: At the prom, I overheard Mr. Hoffman telling Mr. Revilla about the whole chair thing. That was a riot. <Bringing up the prom. Hmmmm.>

L: Yeah about the prom ... I saw you kiss Tess. <So did the Dreamers and the Rebels. The Dreamers were gnashing teeth and the Rebels were cheering.> It's okay.

Mx: Liz ...

L: It's okay. We discussed this. <They did? When? Seriously, when did they discuss it? I don't remember that.> You're moving on, I'm moving on. <We're all moving on? No.> That's the decision we have made. <It was?> I just wanted you to know that I saw you and I'm okay with it. 

Mx: Okay.

L: Okay. Thank you very much for the macaroni and cheese <Guess it wasn't frozen> and thank you for listening.

Liz gets up to leave.

L: Just always be my friend. Will you do that, Max? <Sure. Whatever you say, Liz.>

Mx: You know I will.

Funeral scene <Get out your hankies!>

Liz is in the car on the way to the funeral. Maria is singing 'Amazing Grace' a cappella. Police cars and a hearse are arriving at the cemetery. It looks like it's up on a hill somewhere. The coffin is carried out of the hearse. People are walking up towards the grave site.

Everyone is dressed in black, the men in suits and the women in black dresses. The coffin is carried towards the grave by Kyle, Valenti, Max, Michael and two others. Maria is walking up the hill.

Maria is singing, holding a paper in her hand. Michael's behind her and Max is next to her. Michael's hand is stretched out and lying on Amy's shoulder. Maria looks tired, haggard and sad.

Isabel puts a long stemmed red rose and a piece of paper on the coffin and she's crying. Other long stemmed red roses are thrown on top of the coffin. The camera focuses on Maria singing. Her face is pale and her eyes are red.

A pair of handd is rubbing dirt and pouring it on to the grave. A mourner blows a kiss. Valenti rubs tears out of his eyes. Isabel is crying. Mr. Whitman looks sad and is about to cry. Max takes the red rose out of his lapel and drops it on to the coffin. So does Michael. There's an overhead shot of the coffin and the gang standing around it.

At the end of the funeral, Liz is in a car that is driving away. She sees Max and Valenti talking.

V: If it's about what I said to Liz the other night, I don't have any apologies to make. 

Mx: How could you say that to Liz? How could you even think it? <Um, because Really-Angry-Liz-Saying-Words-Like-Crap made him do it?>

V: This is difficult for everybody.

Mx: Alex Whitman did not kill himself, okay? (pointing finger in Valenti's face) <Yeah! Mr. Da Man has spoken.> It didn't happen. You better not let Hansen or anyone put that in some file.

Valenti goes to his truck and pulls out a file.

V: Here. (hands Max the file)

Mx: What's that? <It's an inflatable pool. No, actually it's a file. What did you think it was?>

K: It's everything we've discovered about Alex Whitman in the past 2 days. Read it,
Max. <Can I read it too? Enquiring minds want to know.>

Max reads the contents of the file right then and there as Valenti looks on.

At the Whitman household after the funeral:

People are going into the house, Kyle and Isabel are in the living room.

K: So Frisco, huh? <Yup, Felicia too. Heh.>

I: Yeah. <See, she got it, too.>

K: I think it's great. <Interesting. Kyle's being supportive of Isabel while Max 'Mr. I'm Da Man' isn't.>

Liz walks by. Michael and Tess are looking at food on a table.

T: What about chicken? <What about chicken? It's the other white meat?>

Mi: Maria hates barbecue. <Awwww, he knows what she likes and doesn't like to eat. Like I've been saying, this is like a candy dream come true. This is one side of Michael I've been waiting to see for a long, long time. Patience does pay off.> There's gotta be something here she'll eat. <I'm guessing it won't be frozen macaroni and cheese. Because you know, it's frozen. Hard to digest and stuff.>

Liz goes out side to talk to Alex's dad. He's staring at the pool. <Liz looks really tiny to compared to Alex's dad.>

L: Hey, Mr. Whitman.

Dad: Liz. How are you? <Well, she's been Lizus-Interruptus, Really-Angry-Liz-Saying-Words-Like-Crap and Pacing-And-Ranting-Liz.>

L: Okay. <Uh-hmmmm.>

Dad: Well, I hope you know how much Alex loved you and Maria. He just thought the world of you two. <*sniffle>

L: Thank you. Can I ask you a favor? <Not the macaroni and cheese, not the macaroni and cheese.>

Dad: Anything.

L: Can I go sit in his room for a while? <Sans the macaroni and cheese.>

Dad: I haven't been able to bring myself to go in there just yet. Sure, go ahead. <Awwwww, dammit. I need more Kleenex.>

Liz: Thank you. (hugs Dad)

Liz plays Alex' guitar. <Liz, you're plucking really depressing chords. Is that by design or are you just doing it randomly?>

L: (talks to self) I really need your help. I know something's wrong. <With the jacket?> I know what they're saying about you isn't true. <Oh, that.> But I don't know where to go from here. I really wish you could give me some advice. Point me in a direction. <Okay, how about west?>

She sees the Robert Frost book on Alex's desk. She opens it to the page where it's bookmarked. "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" is the poem that is on the page.

L: (reciting lines) The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep. <You mean, miles ... and lots of sleeping pills and Kleenex... to go before *I* sleep..>

She looks at the bookmark … they are two Beth Orton concert tickets.

L: Thank you. <How nice. He left her some tickets.>

Max and Valenti walk into the Whitman house. Tess grabs Max.

Mx: What's going on?

T: I don’t know but Liz says it's urgent. <Liz feels another attack of pacing nad ranting coming on. She doesn't do it very often so you should catch her before the mood passes.>

The gang is assembled in Alex's room. Michael and Maria are sitting by the window. Maria has her head on Michael's shoulder and Michael's arm is wrapped around her. <What, you didn't think I'd notice? Course I would.> Max and Tess are sitting by the desk and Kyle and Isabel are sitting on the bed.

L: Everything I'm going to say is going to come as a shock to you but something happened and you need to know what's going on. Valenti and Hansen are about to declare Alex's death a suicide. <::cue shocked looks here::>

I: What? <She said, uh, forget it. It's too long to type.>

Maria raises her head from Michael's shoulder at this statement.

L: No, it's not true, okay. It's not true. <Therefore it's false. Looks like those science lessons finally paid off.>

M: How could they say that? Of course it's not true. <Like I said, false. Not correct. An error. A mistake.>

Mx: (hesitant) Well … I'm not so sure. <Say what?>

L: What? Max, c'mon. We talked about this. You said … <And I quote "I'll take care of it." If this is your version of "taking care of it", I'd rather you didn't.>

Max seems to have gotten Liz's case of interruptus.

Mx: I know. But I've read the file. Valenti showed … <Showed you his collection of guns? His tool kit? Showed you what?>

Liz gets her interruptus-case back.

L: (mad, sarcastic) Oh, Valenti showed you the file. <Ah, the file. Did it say something about the jacket?>

Mx: I don't want to believe it either but I saw … <Some mentions of Liz's jacket?>

Max drops his head down. Liz looks mad.

Mx: The evidence is pretty convincing. <Yep, the evidence points to one thing: The.jacket.must.go. Hey, how about we bury the jacket and resurrect Alex instead?>

Mi: I can't believe it. Suicide. <The jacket couldn't take all the abuse so it decided to unravel itself. It's jackecide..>

L: It wasn't a suicide and I can prove it. <You mean, someone else decided to to put the jacket out of its misery? Alex. Think of Alex. Must.not.think.about.jacket. Okay, you have the floor, Liz. Unless Max decides to get the case of interruptus again.> Five minutes ago, I found this here in Alex's room. They are concert tickets to Beth Orton. Alex bought them the day he died, probably for him and Isabel. The concert is tonight. Don't you get it? You don't buy concert tickets on the day you plan to kill yourself. You don't make plans for the future if you're not planning on having a future. <She has a point.>

M: She's right. No way, there's no way.

T: I don't know though. A couple of concert tickets, that's pretty slim evidence. <Oh, hush. Liz may have appalling taste in outerwear but I'm with her on this one.>

M: (upset at Tess) You don't know what you're talking about. <Isn't she a good friend? She always backs up Liz. Speaking of which, Liz, what have YOU done for Maria lately? Huh?>

Mi: Hey, hey, hey. There's nothing to be gained by this argument one way or another. We know Alex, we know what kind of guy he is and we know he'd never kill himself. <Whoa! What's this? A let-'s-not-argue, let's-be-reasonable-about–this Michael? Who da thunk it? Can we keep him? Pretty please? If this was season 1, he would have been smack dab in the thick of things. Now he's calm, laid back and wonderful. Like I said, can we keep him?>

M: (whispering) Exactly.

Mi: So as far as all the people in this room are concerned, it was an accident, nothing more.

L: It wasn't an accident. He was murdered. <Did she say murdered? ::jawdrop::>

Isabel looks at Liz.

Mx: (upset) Would you listen to yourself? <Um, that's kind of a narcissistic command, isn't it?> Who could possibility want to murder Alex?

L: I don't know yet. <But I bet she has a pretty good idea.> Maybe someone with a grudge against him. Our maybe an alien.

Mx: (mad) That is not what happened here. <Oooh, Mr. Da Man makes a return appearance.>

L: Would you just think about it for a minute? <You're only giving him a minute? I think he may need more than that.>

Michael starts to get up.

L: If there's anything any one of us have learned over the past year and a half is that nothing is ever what it seems. <Let's see. Nasedo. Not an army consultant. Shapeshifter. Pierce. Not a deputy. FBI alien hunter. The Congresswoman. Not a congresswoman. A Skin. Courtney. Not a waitress. A Skin. Who sacrificed herself rather than turning over the granilith. Nicholas. Not the Congresswoman's brother. A Skin, loyal to Kivar. Grant. Geologist. Possessed by blue alien parasite turned flying blue jellyfish. Nope, I don't see how you could ever think that nothing it what it seems. :grin:>

I: What is THAT? <Call me crazy but I think it's a theory.> (stands) That's not evidence. <Who said anything about evidence? I said it was a theory.> (yelling) There's no proof that we had anything to do with it!

T: Keep your voices down for God's sakes!

L: You cannot deny the fact that a key member of this conspiracy just died under very suspicious circumstances. <They're calling themselves a conspiracy now? Since when?>

K: I'm with Liz. There's something not right about this. <Yeah, it's called "Alex isn't here, isn't alive anymore!">

Mx: It was a traffic accident. There's nothing otherworldly about it. <Otherwordly? Since when has Max started saying the word 'otherworldly'?>

Mi: What possible reason would an alien have to kill Alex? <They were jealous because he was a musician and "musicians always get the ladies"? On a Candy note, Maria's resting her chin and palms on his shoulder as he says this. Very sweet.>
L: Isabel for one. <Wha?> We know there's an alien named Kivar who wants to bring her back to your world. <The K word. Haven't heard that since ... since the dupes. Continuity strikes with feeble attempts.>

I: (upset) No!

L: If Kivar discovered that you and Alex … <Danced? Kissed? He'd ... what? Take dancing lessons like Michael and usurp Alex's place?>

Looks like the case of interruptus has spread to Isabel.

I: (screaming) No, no! You're just making this up! <Yeah, that Liz, she loves to make stuff up. She'a a wacky girl.>

Mx: You don't know what the hell you're talking about. <Whoa! Not only does Liz say 'crap' in the ep, Max says 'hell'. What's next? Friggin? Suffering suckatash?> You don't know anything about Kivar or our world. <Ah, the things she knows that you don't know …>

L: (accusing) You don’t want to think that Alex was killed by an alien because that would mean YOU are responsible. <Okay, I'm torn here. On one hand, I understand and agree with Liz's point about the possibility of an alien connection. On the other hand, I don't like pinning the responsibility for Alex's death solely on the shoulders of Max, Michael, Tess and Isabel.>

Mx: Let's go. (addressing the aliens) <Where are we going? Can we stop by McDonald's? I'm hungry. Need.A.Big.Mac.>

Max, Tess, Isabel leave with Michael following them last.

L: I know what I know. <Is that like "I am what I am"?> And I am going to find out the truth. I owe that to my friend.

Liz leaves the room. Maria's still sitting by the window and Kyle's standing by the bed.

K: I guess it's us versus them. <Is that like Ali vs. Frazier? Hmmm, someone needs to work some magic and bring everyone together again. Maria? Do your thing!>

At the Crashdown:

It's night time and it's raining. Liz puts in a Beth Orton CD in the CD player. The song "She Cries Your Name" comes on.

Flashbacks of Alex appear.

The striptease scene in Surprise ...
Liz grabs and looks at prom pictures spread out on table. She smiles at the picture of Alex and Isabel at the prom.
Striptease scene again ...
Liz starts crying and looking at the pictures.
HeatWave jail scene between Alex and Liz ...
Liz is back to looking at prom pictures.
Pilot scene with Alex, Liz and Maria ...
'Pretzel' scene with Alex, Liz and Maria (the one where he does something twisty with his arms) ...
Out of the cave scene in HTOHL ...
Striptease scene continued ...
Liz smiles slightly.
Car scene in EOTW with Alex, Liz and Maria ...
Back to the striptease scene ...
Liz looks at the pictures again – this time, at their last group shot taken at the Crashdown before the prom. She breaks down crying.

There is a knock on the door. It's Doobie, er, Jerry, no, I'm still calling him Doobie the delivery boy. Liz lets him in the café.

DB: Thought about you what you said. <It required thought?> You know. If I remember anything. <Amazing. He remembered stuff about Alex AND he didn't get turned around on the way to the Crashdown.> I got the credit card receipt. Company kicked it back because of the way he signed it. <He signed it ... "Bond. James Bond"?>

Liz looks at the receipt. Instead of a signature, there are a bunch of 1's and 0's on the signature line.

Liz whispers about the sequence of numbers: 111001001000111011001. <It's a code of some sort.> She walks towards the table and puts the receipt down on it.

DB: Does it mean anything? <Do I look like I'm carrying a decoder ring on me? No, I don't know what it means.>

L: It means I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. <Oh. That's what it means? I guess you don’t need a decoder ring then, huh? :) >

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