MIGHT HAVE BEEN - "Damage Control" - ACT II - 04/20/02
|| EXT. LIZ'S BALCONY -
Liz is sitting in her lounge chair, writing in her journal.
I can't believe how close I came to having sex with Max;
it was like I was someone else, but still me. A me that was
totally out of control. It was scary and exhilarating at the
same time. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I like being
in control of what happens to me, but at the same time,
it was very freeing to not care; to let my emotions lead
the way. At first I thought it was just the orb and the
flashes that were causing these incredible sensations
going through my body, but today, just being near
Max brought it all on again. I feel so empty, being apart
from him, that I don't think I can last two weeks of
separation, even with occasional reprieves at school.
Liz closes her journal, climbs through her window, and places the
journal behind the loose brick in her bedroom wall. There is a knock on her
Liz walks over to the wall calendar by her desk and checks off another
day, until her grounding is over. She lifts the calendar page to reveal the
month of March. March 8th is enclosed in a heart with the word Max in the
middle. Nancy comes in, holding some papers, and sees her checking off the days.
Hi Honey. Can we talk?
Liz remains in her desk chair, Nancy sits on the bed.
I want you to do some thinking while you are grounded,
so that you and Max don't just pick up where you left off.
I went on the Internet and printed off some information about
teen pregnancies and AIDS--
Nancy tries to hand her the papers.
Just look over the information.
Mom, we haven't even slept together! I swear, we just
That's good to hear, but I just ... I want you to slow down and
be careful. I don't want you to do anything you'll regret.
I'm not going to have any regrets. Not with the way I feel about
Max. I ... It's just too hard to explain; you won't understand.
What won't I understand? That the mere touch of his hand can
send sensations through your body that you never dreamed
existed? That you spend every waking moment thinking of
him, wishing that you could spend every waking moment
with him? That when you are apart, every fiber of your
being aches to be with him? Is that what I
Liz, what you are going through is normal.
Nancy raises her hand to stop Liz
I'm not saying that what you feel for Max is not special,
because I know it is; I had those same feelings for your
father. But, as you know, your body is going through many
changes right now. Raging hormones may be a cliched
expression but it does, pretty much, describe what is
happening. Sure, you've heard and understand all the
lectures about the perils of unsafe sex and how just one
mistake can ruin the rest of your life, but there will be
times when your hormones are in charge of your brain and
rational thought will desert you. The question is, how will you
handle it? Or maybe I should say, how are you handling it?
Liz has gone through a myriad of emotions during her mother's narration,
which register on her face and in her body language: shock (my mother has such feelings!?),
suspicion (has she been reading my journal?), interest (she's never talked about her
feelings for Dad before) and finally the realization that her mother is right. She needs
to be careful; she can't let her hormones guide her decisions.
Um ... well ... as I said, we haven't done anything yet.
"Yet" being the key word here.
How did you handle it?
I'm not gonna kid you, it's not easy. But, whenever I was
tempted to throw caution to the wind, I tried to stop, take a
breath, and ask myself "How will this effect all the plans
I have for myself?"
Liz nods knowingly.
||INT. CRASHDOWN - EARLY
Jeff is preparing an order of pastries and muffins for delivery.
Good morning. Do you want some help with those?
No, I've got this under control.
Okay, then I'll start the coffee.
Liz sees Jennifer through the window to the back room.
Oh, and Dad?
When Jennifer is ready, do you want me to continue training her?
Sure, that would be a big help, Lizzie.
Jennifer comes in and we see scenes of Liz pointing out various things
behind the counter. Jennifer is asking questions and Liz is answering them but
we don't hear the dialogue. Instead we hear this.
Last night I made a decision. I'm going to follow my parents'
rules and just ride out this grounding; it's the most logical
choice. Thirteen more days feels like forever but I can
stay in control that long. Then things will be back to
normal. Well, normal for Roswell, at least.
Maria comes in as the voice-over ends. She takes a tiny bottle out of
her apron pocket and starts to hand it to Liz.
Here, I brought this for you. It helps with anger.
Jeff walks toward the back with supplies for the order. Liz goes over and
opens the door for him.
Let me get that for you.
Maria looks at the bottle.
Usually you have to sniff it first.
Are you interested in aromatherapy?
Absolutely. Some people don't believe in it but I know it
Me too. I wouldn't have made it through my wedding day
without cypress oil.
I have to take you to my Mom's shop. She has the best
supplies in Roswell.
That would be great.
So, where have you been for the past month?
Yeah. You were gone for so long I thought you might have
changed your minds about settling in Roswell.
Oh, we did some travelling after the wedding, which was
wonderful, by the way. Larry's really changed. He only
wanted to go to a few UFO-related places.
He's still into investigating though, gathering information.
He's so interested in Roswell; he says that it's full of untold stories.
And he wants to tell them?
He has some notes to show a reporter at the local paper.
Liz and Maria speak almost simultaneously.
What's the story about?
I don't know. He doesn't want me to see it until it's in the paper.
I think it's great that after all that time on the road he's so
focused on our new home.
Liz looks at Maria nervously.
Yeah, really great.
Jeff comes in from the kitchen.
Maria, since Liz is training Jennifer, I'll need you to come with
me to deliver these to the First National Bank for their
Don't worry, we should be back before the morning rush.
Jeff and Maria leave for the errand. Liz goes behind the counter to get
some cleaning rags. She hands one to Jen, who moves to the tables in the middle
of the Café and starts wiping one of them down. Liz starts cleaning the counter.
You know, Jen, Roswell's really like this ordinary place. When
you've lived here a while you'll see the truth--
Liz stops in mid-sentence when Valenti comes in. He approaches Liz.
Could you fill my thermos, please?
Sure thing, Sheriff.
Valenti looks around while Liz is getting his coffee and spots Jennifer.
You're new here, aren't you? But you look familiar. Oh, I
remember, you were here with Larry Trilling, the day of the
shooting. I just saw Larry yesterday.
Cut to Liz's concerned look when she learns Larry has been talking to the
So, you two have moved here?
Yeah, Larry was finally ready to settle down, and this is
where he wants to be. I would have liked some place less
connected to his old alien obsession, but ... I'll take what I can
Valenti wanders over to the area where Liz was shot. Liz nervously
watches him out of the corner of her eye. He looks around and we flashback to
Larry asking Valenti about the bullet (from the Pilot).
So, you think he's lost interest in ... what happened
Valenti is being purposely vague, but Liz can read between his lines;
she knows he and Larry didn't talk about the weather and she is chomping at
the bit to tell Max, already calculating how she can get out of the Café.
Jen is less aware.
You mean the shooting? Oh yeah, that's ancient history. Besides,
everyone here has been so nice to me, I'm not gonna let him keep
bothering them about that.
Jen turns and smiles at Liz, who forces herself to smile back.
Here's your coffee, Sheriff.
Valenti takes the thermos.
Thank you. Just put it on my tab, please. You two have a nice
The Sheriff leaves. Liz spots an envelope by the cash register and gets
Jen, I just remembered, I have to mail this check before the
morning pick-up. Do you think you'll be okay alone here for a few
(pleased that she trusts her so soon)
Sure, no problem.
You'll be back before the crowds are due, right?
|| INT. UFO CENTER MAIN
EXHIBIT AREA - A FEW MINUTES LATER
Liz sees Milton and approaches him.
I'm looking for ...
Milton points to an exhibit toward the back.
Max. He's over there.
Liz rushes over to Max. Max looks surprised to see her and smiles.
Hey. On the lam already?
Can we talk somewhere more private?
(with a touch of laughter in his voice)
You're not gonna tell me you lost your journal again, are you?
Max stops smiling at the look on her face and tone in her voice.
Okay, let's go to the supply room.
|| INT. UFO CENTER SUPPLY ROOM -
So, what's wrong. Did something happen with your parents?
No, that's under control. It's Larry. And Valenti. Max, Larry
is investigating something and he went to talk to Valenti about
I don't know. Jen told Maria and me that Larry was investigating
something in Roswell and that he had a reporter interested. Then the
Sheriff came in and made a point of saying he'd talked to
Max is silent for a moment as this sinks in.
It'll be okay, Liz. We'll figure out what to do.
Max holds Liz. Liz reluctantly pulls away.
Max, I'm sorry, I have to go before my father gets back.
Max watches, with a wistful look in his eye, as Liz opens the supply
room door and exits.
|| INT. CRASHDOWN - A FEW
Liz enters the Crashdown and finds her father standing there.
I don't believe this. I trusted you, Liz. Were you just playing
No, I wasn't.
Where have you been!? How could you be so irresponsible to
leave Jen here, all alone, when it's just her second day?
Not to mention that you are grounded, so you are not
allowed to leave for personal errands.
But it wasn't personal. I saw the check for the paper goods
supplier by the register, and I knew you wanted to get it into
this morning's pick-up, so I took it before it was too late.
Jen said she would be okay, and I was back before it
got too busy.
I didn't need to get it in this morning's mail, just
(looks truly sorry)
Oh. I'm sorry, I misunderstood.
That's okay, Honey. You meant well. No harm, no foul. Let's
get back to work before the rush.
Jeff heads for the back. Liz breathes a sigh of relief, walks over to Maria, pulls the envelope out of her pocket, and surreptitiously hands it to her.
Maria, can you make sure this gets in the mail today?
Sure, and you'll fill me in on what really made you take
Liz turns at the sound of the front door opening, as the morning regulars
start to pour in.
|| INT. WEST ROSWELL HIGH
SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY
Another empty classroom at school. Max is sitting on the teacher's desk;
Liz is sitting beside him, leaning against him. Michael is sitting in one of the student
chairs, Maria is sitting on the attached desk; Isabel is sitting in a student chair across
from Michael and Maria. Alex enters and heads for the desk next to Isabel, trying to
make it look casual, although the desk on the other side of Michael and Maria would
have been closer.
I'm having definite déjà vu feelings. What's today's crisis?
Larry, Valenti, and a reporter separately and together. Take
None of the above.
I don't believe this. How did a reporter get involved?
Larry is looking into something--Jen didn't know what--and has
notes for a reporter. He's also talked to Valenti.
It has to be the shooting. He's always been stuck on that.
How did he get anyone to listen to him?
I don't know about the others but he convinced Milton to hire him
by saying he wasn't himself at the Convention.
What do you mean? Did he tell your weird boss he'd been
abducted by an alien?
No, he said that he had a bad reaction to allergy medicine.
Made him act crazy.
Damn. I gave him an excuse.
Larry was about to publicly accuse me of being an alien. Michael
touched him and made him ... very itchy. He looked pretty foolish.
Remind me not to get you annoyed.
Michael half smiles.
We can't do anything about what happened there.
Right. We need to find out what Larry knows now.
Well, if you have any special powers for that, this would be a good
time to share.
Michael, Max, and Isabel look at each other.
I could dreamwalk Larry.
I can visit people in their dreams, to see how they feel
I don't think that will tell us enough. We need to know
what he intends to tell this reporter, not how he
feels about it.
Guess we'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way.
Everyone looks at him quizzically.
Breaking and entering.
Getting to know you guys has been so educational.
We should do this as soon as possible.
Yeah, from what Jen said, Larry's almost ready to hand over
We need to make sure their place is empty.
(to Liz and Max)
Are Jen and Larry working tonight?
Isabel turns to Max, who shakes his head.
We can ask them to come out--
Ask them to leave so we can search the place? Great plan.
No, Michael, ask them out to dinner. You know the whole
welcome to Roswell thing. Being friendly to newcomers.
Well, it'd have to be you, since Liz and Max are grounded and
I don't know them at all. Alex?
Met Jen once.
Fine. I'll say ... that Liz can't make it, but in the spirit of
being co-workers and ... and ... waitressly camaraderie, I really
want to do this.
(She ends triumphantly.)
Do you have a better idea?
No. That should work. Just take them somewhere where the
service sucks, so we have enough time to search
Maria exchanges glances with Liz and Isabel.
Um, Michael, you're not going to be searching Larry and
Jen's apartment. You'll be at the restaurant with them
What? Why do I have to come!?
Michael, we're a couple, they're a couple. Couples do that
kind of thing.
Maria looks at Isabel.
It's how things work, Michael. You have to be there.
Michael looks at Alex and Max for support. First Alex, then Max,
nod in agreement with the others.
Cut to commercial.
END OF ACT II
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