WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
Cavin and Joan Pickering
Erica Cavin and Joan Pickering
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MIGHT HAVE BEEN - "Damage Control" - TEASER - 04/20/02
|| INT. MAX EVANS'S BEDROOM - MORNING
The story begins shortly after Sexual Healing ends. Max and
Isabel are in Max's room before school. They are looking at something
on Max's desk. Michael appears at the window and climbs in.
Max points towards the orb.
This is it. I wanted you to know right away.
Isabel picks up the orb and hands it to Michael. Michael holds it through the rest of the scene.
(a bit loudly)
How did you find it?
Will you lower your voice, Michael!? Or maybe you could
go knock on our parents' door and tell them Max is breaking
their rules already. It would be quicker.
(in a quieter voice)
I just can't believe that Saint Maxwell is grounded.
Max looks uncomfortable and shrugs.
So, how did you find it?
Liz had a vision while we were ... When we were at your
apartment. It was of soldiers and something being buried
by the old radio tower off Highway 42. We went out there
last night, and dug this up. Isabel and I have been trying to
figure out what it could be since I got home.
Michael turns the orb over a couple of times.
No. Nothing about it seems familiar, except the Whirlwind
Whirlwind ... It seems strange to finally have a name and
symbol for our galaxy.
Michael studies the orb for a moment.
How about you, does anything jog your memory?
(shaking his head)
No ... nothing.
So, since you found the orb, why didn't you come right
home? Why did you spend the night in the desert?
Did you and Liz ... you know?
Isabel waits on his answer with concern and anticipation.
(interrupts Max with an emphatic)
(expelled as a sigh of relief)
Max raises a quizzical eyebrow at her, surprised by her reaction.
Weren't you part of the cheering squad?
Yes ... but I was wrong. I realized later that we have no idea
what could happen to us if we have sex with humans. What
if it disrupts our balance, like the sweat did to Michael? I
don't want anything like that to happen to you ... to any of us.
Please, promise me you won't have sex with Liz, until we
know more about ourselves, and we know what
Silence from Max.
(concerned and slightly irritated)
You're not promising me.
Max has difficulty looking at her in the eye.
I can't make that promise. We have no idea how long that
might take; it could be years. I can't promise to wait years
to be with Liz. Not if Liz feels the same way.
I will promise that when we do, we will be careful, we
will take precautions. As you two should, when that time
comes for you.
Looks at both of them alternately.
Are we agreed?
Michael's silence causes Max and Isabel to look at him sternly.
So, why did you spend the night in the desert?
A light ... maybe a signal, came out of that thing ...
|| INT. CRASHDOWN - MORNING
Liz and Maria are at the coffee maker.
... and we thought that someone might answer it, so
And fell asleep. That's what happened, right? You just
slept, as in eyes closed and dreaming happy dreams.
Yes, Maria, that's all that happened.
I wouldn't call that "all." Lying side by side, under the stars;
I'd call that pretty romantic.
Yeah, you try explaining that to our parents.
Jeff enters from the back room. Liz and Maria stop talking.
Liz stiffens when she sees her father.
Have the customers at table 3 been served yet?
And the sugars, have you filled--
(There's an awkward pause.)
I'm going to the back, to work on the schedule.
Turns to her father.
That is if I have permission to leave the room.
(slightly angry now)
Well, you'll need to know about our new waitress if you're
going to make up a schedule.
He pushes the door open and calls out.
Can you come in here, please?
Jennifer enters the room, dressed in a waitress uniform.
You remember Jennifer Kattler-Trilling.
Camera focuses on Liz and Maria's surprised looks, as we
cut to commercial.
END OF TEASER
MIGHT HAVE BEEN - "Damage Control" - ACT I - 04/20/02
|| INT. ROSWELL SHERIFF'S DEPT.,
SHERIFF VALENTI'S OFFICE - MORNING
Valenti is at his desk, which is covered with papers.
There's a knock at the door.
Deputy Blackwood comes in holding a file. Valenti struggles to close an overstuffed file that he is working on.
Owen, find a dictionary and tell Hanson I order him to
look up the meaning of the word "concise."
Before or after I let this guy into your office? He'd really like to
speak with you.
Could you be a little more specific? I know a lot of "guys".
It's that tourist, Larry Trilling, who witnessed the Crashdown
shooting back in September. You remember, the one who
thought this ...
Owen produces a blurred picture of a fake alien from the
file he is holding and hands it to Valenti.
...was important evidence.
(He tries to keep a straight face but fails.)
Valenti smiles slightly. He glances at the paperwork on his desk.
I don't have time for him, can't you handle it?
He asked for you specifically.
(smiles at Owen's ribbing, then, reluctantly)
Okay, show him in.
(Valenti's smile disappears as he waits for Larry.)
|| INT. WEST ROSWELL HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY
Several students are milling about the hallways, at their lockers, etc.
in between classes. Kyle sees Isabel and approaches.
Ms. Evans, you're looking particularly fine today. How are
(surprised and suspicious)
What do you want?
What!? I need to be after something to compliment you?
You need to be after something just to speak to me.
Have you missed my not talking to you?
Ouch! I'm wounded ... You've cut me to the quick.
Well, I'd like to change that. I swear, I'm just being nice ...
Kyle gives her a charming, and genuine, smile. Isabel smiles back,
then her attention is caught by a couple going into the eraser room.
(surprised and curious)
I didn't know Tommy and Pam were an item.
Oh, yeah. They hooked up in a grief counseling session.
They each lost someone close to them, and they found strength
in each other.
It's really kind of sweet, in a way.
"Kind of sweet?" Did I actually hear Kyle Valenti say,
"kind of sweet?"
Hey! I do have a sensitive side, you know.
Kyle Valenti, man of many facets.
Hold on Kyle's smile as we cut to Isabel entering an empty classroom.
|| INT. WEST ROSWELL HIGH SCHOOL
CLASSROOM - MOMENTS LATER
The classroom is empty except for the rest of the gang who are
already there. Max is leaning against the teacher's desk, his arms around Liz,
who is leaning against his chest. Michael is sitting in one of the student chairs,
Maria is sitting on the attached desk; in close proximity to one another but not
as openly affectionate as Max and Liz. Alex is sitting in a student chair not far from
Michael and Maria.
Well, Maxwell, if you had messed up more often maybe your
parents wouldn't have freaked this time and grounded you.
Are you planning on dropping this anytime soon? You're not the
one who's grounded.
No, I'm the one who has to be at a meeting at lunch time instead of ...
doing other things.
Sorry, Michael, the eraser room was occupied anyway.
The others turn to look at Isabel. Alex looks stunned.
I saw Pam Troy and Tommy Hilligan going in on my way here.
Maybe there should be a sign-up sheet.
So, what did I miss?
Max was filling us in about the orb.
Maria and I also have some news.
All eyes turn towards Liz.
Jennifer Kattler is back in town, and working at the Crashdown.
Is Larry with her?
I didn't get a chance to talk to her; my dad was training her.
But Larry is probably in Roswell too. They were planning on
getting married, my dad introduced her as Jennifer Kattler-Trilling,
not Jennifer Kattler, and she was wearing a wedding ring.
He could be a problem.
You don't think Jennifer is a problem?
Not really. We talked quite a bit when she and Larry were here
for the Convention. She was fed up with his obsession over aliens.
His own girlfriend thought he was obsessed? Great. He's trouble.
Maybe not. I knew you guys
(looks at the aliens)
for years, and never suspected a thing. As long as he doesn't see
you use your powers, what can he do?
But, Alex, he saw Max heal Liz.
Not really. I mostly was able to keep people away.
"Mostly" isn't good enough, Michael.
Wait, we're the only people who know for sure what happened that
day. Even if Larry--
If Larry and Valenti susp--
And the FBI.
Let her finish.
Larry, Valenti, and the FBI might suspect something, but there's
no solid proof.
If they had any proof, I wouldn't still be walking around.
Liz puts her hand in Max's as everyone reacts to this.
Alex is right, we have to make sure there's nothing for anyone
So we should crawl into our shells again and do nothing? Is that
I think we shouldn't panic and make things worse. Maybe Larry
will get tired of this and leave. Besides, who'd take him seriously
after getting thrown out of the UFO Convention?
|| INT. UFO CENTER COMPUTER ROOM
Larry is doing a search at the computer. As the camera pulls back
we see he's at the UFO Center. Milton enters the room. Larry changes the
screen to a main menu.
Ah, doing research already?
You said that employees could use--
No need to apologize. I recognize the fervor in your eyes; we are
kindred spirits, seekers of knowledge.
I just want to thank you again, for giving me this opportunity.
Well, I did have my reservations, considering what happened at
the Convention. But I also understand what it's like to experience
unusual side effects to medications.
I told the doctor over and over the new allergy medicine made
me feel strange.
(shakes his head in disgust)
So certain they know everything. So unwilling to listen to those
who differ with them.
Milton starts to turn to go, then stops.
Oh, one thing I'd like to make clear: there can be no
trouble between you and Max. Evans is my best employee.
Yeah. I guess he would be.
Larry returns to his original page on the computer.
|| INT. MAX EVANS'S BEDROOM -
Max is lying on the bed listening to a "Counting Crows" CD; the song, "Amy Hit the Atmosphere" has finished playing and "Four Days" is starting. Isabel bursts into the room.
(grabs the CD case)
Max, you're my brother and I love you but if you play this CD one
more time, Amy is going to hit the atmosphere.
Max sits up and turns off the CD player.
She sits on the edge of the bed.
Max, I know you're upset about being away from Liz; I
Max looks surprised.
What? I do go out.
I know. It's just that you tend to be pretty ... casual ...
about the guys you see. You've said it yourself; it's
never anything serious.
You think I've never had strong feelings about a guy?
No ... I--
Wait a minute. Is there something going on I
should know about?
Of course not.
She gets up and starts to leave the room.
Did something happen between you and Alex?
Isabel stops, and responds with her back to Max.
(not believing her)
Isabel turns around and looks defiantly at Max.
I kissed him. But it was not what you think... It was to
help you and Liz.
(with amusement in his voice)
How does you kissing Alex help me and Liz?
You and Liz were missing. When you and Liz kissed, she had
flashes, got information from you. I thought that if Alex and I
kissed ... we could figure out where you were.
So, because Liz got flashes from me about our trip to Earth, you
thought kissing Alex would let him see where Liz and I were
in Roswell? That's why you kissed him?
She leaves the room. Max smiles for a moment, then
gets up and walks to his desk. He flips up his calendar
to reveal the month of March, which has a wallet size
picture of Liz replacing the square for March 8th: Two
weeks from the 23rd of February, when their grounding
began. Max reaches out and gently touches Liz's picture,
sighing deeply. Then he returns to his bed, lies down,
reaches over to his CD player and turns it on. He turns
down the volume, so as not to disturb Isabel.
Cut to commercial.
END OF ACT I
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
MIGHT HAVE BEEN - "Damage Control" - ACT III - 04/20/02
|| INT. SENOR CHOW'S BOOTH -
I can't believe I'm stuck here at this crummy restaurant when we
need more bodies searching at the apartment.
(in a voice that says they've been over this a few dozen times,
but she's still trying to be patient)
No, I need your body here, helping me keep Jen and Larry away
from the search.
Michael slouches in his seat, looking sulky and angry.
(out of patience)
Michael, you're here, okay? Just behave.
Michael sinks lower in his seat.
Maria sees Jennifer and Larry enter the restaurant.
She waves at them and they approach their booth.
Hi. Larry, you remember Maria and Michael.
I definitely remember Michael. He made a distinct impression.
Jen gives Larry a worried look. Larry and Jen sit.
Thanks so much for asking us here.
(nervously looking at Michael)
It's our pleasure.
We don't know many people in Roswell yet, do we, Larry?
This is a great opportunity to find out about the people who make
Roswell ... unique.
He stares at Michael with a slight smirk. Michael stares back.
|| INT. EVANS KITCHEN - SAME
Phillip and Diane are preparing dinner. Phillip goes to set the table and
takes out three plates.
Don't set a place for Max. He had dinner earlier, with Isabel,
so he could spend the night studying for a big test.
Are you sure he's studying and not brooding about Liz?
Diane gives him a knowing look.
I'm sure there's a little of that too.
So what did you think of Isabel's date tonight?
Alex Whitman? He seemed nice. Definitely different than most
of her other dates.
I'll say! He didn't really seem her type--not that I'm complaining,
mind you. I'm just surprised ... pleased, but surprised.
I know what you mean. Perhaps her taste in guys is maturing.
I'm just glad Isabel is finally seeing someone with ... substance.
Some of her other dates just seemed so ... superficial.
Yes, and others, a bit on the wild side. It's nice to know
she's out with someone like Alex. This way I can relax, and enjoy
my evening, instead of spending it worrying about what kind of
trouble Isabel might be getting into.
|| EXT. STREET OUTSIDE LARRY AND JEN'S APARTMENT - SAME
Max, Liz, Alex and Isabel are seated in the Jeep. Liz's cell phone rings; she
Yes ... Okay ... Bye.
Liz puts the cell phone back into her jacket pocket.
(to the others)
Larry and Jen are at the restaurant.
They leave the Jeep and head to Jen and Larry's apartment door.
So, aren't you two afraid your parents will find you missing?
Oh, we took care of that. I told mine I was having dinner
in my room, while studying for a big test tomorrow.
And I told mine something similar. Isabel and I had dinner
early so she could go to the "movies" with you, and I
could spend the night studying. Our parents never
bother us when we're studying.
They reach the door. Max uses his powers to open the lock,
and they all enter.
|| INT. JEN AND LARRY'S APARTMENT
They step into the entryway.
Good, they left the lights on; it will make our job easier.
Don't you just love the irony of that?
Yeah, they probably left them on to prevent a break-in.
Liz sighs and nods, saddened that circumstances force them to take such measures.
Max scans the apartment. Straight ahead is the kitchen and dining area. To his
left is a hallway, presumably leading to the bedroom and bath. To his right is
the living room, which has a sofa, reclining chair, an
entertainment unit holding a large-screen TV, a stereo system, CDs, videos, etc,
and in the corner is a desk, chair and computer setup.
Alex, you take the computer. The rest of us should spread out
and check every room, in case he's hidden his
Alex heads straight for the computer and sits down at the desk. His back
is to the wall, and he is facing the interior of the living room. He turns on the
computer. Liz heads towards the kitchen and Isabel towards the bedroom and bath.
Max starts searching the desk.
|| INT. SENOR CHOW'S LADIES' ROOM - SAME
Maria is putting her phone back in her purse. She leaves the ladies' room,
spots their waiter, out of earshot of their booth, and walks over to him.
Could I ask you a favor? My boyfriend and I
are having a special dinner with some old friends and
we would really like to be able to catch up on old times,
so if you could just take your time ... you know, be a little less
attentive, give us some time and space to talk ... it would be great.
She hands him a bill and smiles.
As Maria turns to head back to the booth, she notices that Larry is talking to
Michael and Michael is ignoring him by pretending to read the menu. She picks up
her pace to rescue them.
(desperate to find something to talk about)
So, what's good here?
Michael remains silent, continuing to look at the menu, but Maria arrives
at that moment.
The sweet and sour tortillas are a real treat!
She slides into the booth next to Michael and glares at him. He notices out
of the corner of his eye.
(determined to get Michael involved in the conversation)
What do you recommend, Michael?
(under his breath, so softly that only Maria can hear)
You getting out of Roswell, and never coming back.
Michael jerks slightly, as Maria kicks him under the table.
(out loud from behind the menu)
Reading the menu.
Maria does one of her "Why do I bother" looks and shakes her head;
Jen laughs nervously.
Larry and Jen pick up their menus. Maria picks up her water and starts to
drink. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Michael wave his hand
over his menu. Jen and Larry are engrossed in their menus and do not
notice. Maria glances at Michael's menu and sees that he has added a
cartoon spaceship to it, along with a cartoon alien abducting a cartoon
Larry, who looks terrified. Maria starts to laugh and chokes on the
water. Jen and Larry look up from their menus, concerned.
Are you all right?
Maria nods, as she hides her smile with her napkin.
Yeah, my water just went down the wrong way.
Jen and Larry go back to reading their menus and Maria looks back at
Michael's. Michael waves his hand again and the alien spaceship starts to
beam up both the alien and Larry, whose speech balloon says "Help me,
help me!" Maria bites her lip, then brings her napkin back up to her mouth
in an attempt to stifle her laughter. Larry looks up and eyes them
suspiciously. He reaches out and grips the top of Michael's menu.
During the following exchange, they have a minor tug of war with
the menu. Jen and Maria, embarrassed by their companions' behavior,
quickly look to see that no one else in the restaurant is paying attention.
May I see your menu?
Why? What's wrong with yours?
It doesn't seem as fascinating as yours.
They're all the same.
Larry leans in.
What are you trying to hide, Michael?
Michael releases his grip on the menu and Larry takes it, but not before
Michael surreptitiously waves his hand and removes all traces of his artwork. Larry
glances at the menu and frowns when he finds nothing unusual. Jen gives Larry
a puzzled look and turns her attention back to her menu, relieved that this battle
What's mole sauce?
Jen looks up from her menu and makes eye contact with Maria.
(joking, trying to lighten the mood)
It's not made from little rodents, is it?
(laughs openly this time)
No. It's pronounced molay. It's a Mexican sauce--a mixture
of chocolate, spices, and chilies.
Chocolate, spices, and chilies ... on a cheese enchilada!?
It's good. I recommend it.
Jen and Larry exchange disgusted looks.
Jen turns to Michael and shakes her head.
I don't think so.
Michael scowls; perturbed that his suggestion was ridiculed. He opens his
mouth to say something, but Maria jumps in before he can respond.
It's an acquired taste.
And ... unique.
So, how long have you lived in Roswell?
(sighs, then unenthusiastically)
All my life.
What about you, Michael?
(abruptly, still perturbed)
Anxious to leave?
No. Jen and I just got here, so we want to stick around and see
what Roswell has to offer.
Then it should be a short stay.
(under his breath)
I don't think so. Roswell has a rich history. Very often, people
don't appreciate what they have in their own backyards.
There's lots to discover here.
Like who might be living among you. Come on, Michael, haven't
you ever wondered if someone you met here might be ...
I don't have to wonder, I know. I've met several.
Larry and Jen look shocked at Michael's admission. Maria
glances nervously at Michael.
We're not that far from the Mexican border, you know.
Not waiting for a segue, Maria decides to steer the conversation
into a different direction.
So, are you two all settled in your new apartment? How
are you decorating it?
Well, we're using all the artifacts we collected in our travels
and on our honeymoon ...
|| INT. LARRY AND JEN'S LIVING
ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Isabel is standing by the entertainment unit, holding an alien
figurine bud vase, with a look of disgust on her face. She puts it back
on the shelf, wiping her hand distastefully, and looks around, with the
same look of disgust, like she can't believe all the crap they have.
Alex is still at the computer, Max and Liz are peering over his shoulder,
having completed their search.
Good news! I found something and it has nothing to do
with Liz getting shot at the Crashdown.
Isabel rushes over to him; Max and Liz lean in closer.
It's about the death of some guy named Hubble.
Oh my God!
|| INT. SENOR CHOW'S BOOTH -
... and that's why we decided to get married in an Elvis chapel.
Maria smiles, then glances at Michael. Michael and Larry seem to be
engaged in a staring contest.
Do you have any pictures, Jen?
Cut to a picture on the computer screen in the apartment.
|| INT. LARRY AND JEN'S LIVING ROOM
- MOMENTS LATER
The picture is fuzzy at first but as Liz speaks we see the person
in the picture clearly. Max looks stricken.
Max, are you all right?
No immediate response from Max, who continues to stare at Hubble's
Who's this Hubble guy? Why are you so upset?
He is--was, an alien hunter. He thought an alien killed his wife
and he spent his life hunting him down. Valenti told him
about the hand print Kyle saw on you, and so Hubble
suspected that I was the shapeshifting alien who killed
his wife. He had every intention of killing me. If Michael
and Valenti hadn't shown up when they did ...
Anyway, Valenti had to shoot him, to keep him
from shooting me.
Liz puts her arms around Max, holding him like she never wants to
let go. She can't believe she almost lost him.
Why didn't you tell me this before?
I didn't want to worry you.
I'd rather worry about you than not know who your enemies are.
Please don't keep me in the dark like that again.
Liz pauses and relaxes from her embrace enough to look at him.
Wait a minute. Why wasn't any of this in the papers?
If Hubble attacked you, and Valenti was there, how
come this never came out?
I don't know. Valenti told Michael and me to leave. "You were
never here," he said. I assumed that meant he was
going to keep us out of it somehow, and I guess he did.
You're right, he did. And actually it was in the paper,
tucked away in the police blotter section. Larry
scanned a copy into his computer. It says that
Hubble was found by Valenti at the old abandoned
Pepper's Cafe, shooting at empty spaces and ranting
about killing every alien on Earth. He took a shot at
Valenti and Valenti returned fire, killing him. It goes on
to say that he was a former resident, who became
renowned in UFO circles as an alien hunter. Larry
even has a copy of the State Police investigation of
The State Police! He drove all the way to Santa Fe,
looking for information on this?
(looks at Max with concern)
Max, this guy is serious.
(sighs in frustration)
Why can't Larry get a life of his own
and leave us out of it?
So, what does the report say?
Pretty much the same as the newspaper account, but it gives
a little more detail about how Valenti was on his way to
Bitter Lake when he heard the shooting and went to
investigate. Their investigation cleared him, and it
has been classified as a clean shoot.
Alex, would you scroll down, I think I recognize something.
Alex scrolls down and we see the information on the Silo Murder
that Max found previously on the Internet.
It seems our boy has been busy with more than trips to
Santa Fe. Looks like he found the story on the
Silo Murder that Hubble was involved with in 1972.
Alex scrolls down a little further.
He also dug up information about a Sheila Hubble's murder;
that must be the wife. Based on his notes here, Larry
knew you left with Hubble and figured out there was a
cover up. He also mentions how upset Michael was
that you were with Hubble.
I think his evidence is just circumstantial, but it might be
enough to get a reporter interested.
Has he sent this?
Alex types on the keyboard.
Yes. A couple of hours ago.
I can't believe we were that close. If we got here earlier ...
Wait. A couple of hours would mean it was after 5:00.
Maybe the reporter hasn't seen it yet. Alex, is there
No. There's no return receipt either. That's no guarantee that
he didn't get it, or hasn't opened it yet, but it's a
So there's still a chance.
You mean if we erase the file here ...
... and on the reporter's computer. Exactly.
But, if it just disappears, won't Larry get suspicious?
Well, instead of deleting the file, we could corrupt it,
like a virus.
I wouldn't want to infect his computer with a virus,
I think that's going too far.
No, not actually insert a virus, just make it look like
there might have been one that damaged a few files.
Would he be able to prove that we, or anyone else,
tampered with his computer?
I doubt it. Based on how he's set things up on his computer,
I can tell he's not a total beginner, but he's not
really knowledgeable either. Let me put it this way: I don't
think Valenti needs to worry about Larry hacking into
Or FBI files?
|| INT. SENOR CHOW'S BOOTH -
The food has arrived and Michael and Larry are eating without
talking. Maria pulls a bottle of cypress oil from her purse
surreptitiously, sighs, then openly sniffs it. She offers it to Jen, who
takes it gratefully.
|| INT. LARRY AND JEN'S LIVING
ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Alex turns away from the computer.
Okay, the file is corrupted but we might have a problem.
He's bound to have made a back-up copy, but I can't find it
among his disks and CDs.
Did either of you notice a disk or CD when you were
searching for his notes?
Liz and Isabel shake their heads.
Damn! Where could he have put it?
Liz notices Larry's collection of music CDs.
Where's the best place to hide something?
(noticing her smile, smiles back)
OK, I give ... where?
In plain sight!
Liz points to Larry's music CDs.
What better place to hide a CD, than among CDs?
Max is disheartened as he looks at Larry's vast collection of
That's a lot of CDs to go through. It will take forever.
No, it won't.
Isabel waves her hand over the CDs, playing each one briefly, until
she gets to one that doesn't play. She holds it up triumphantly; it's
the soundtrack for the TV series "Secret Agent Man."
See, it does pay to use your powers recreationally.
Cut to commercial
END OF ACT III
MIGHT HAVE BEEN - "Damage Control" - ACT IV - 04/20/02
|| EXT. STREETS OF DOWNTOWN ROSWELL - 15 MINUTES LATER
Max, Liz, Isabel and Alex are in the Jeep heading for the Roswell
Weekly Record. Max drives past the office.
I'm going to park a block away. I don't want to attract
attention by having a vehicle parked in front of a closed building.
He parks the Jeep and they all get out and walk back towards the office,
approaching it from the back. Max spots the alarm system and heads for
I'll disable the alarm system. Isabel, on my signal, open the
Max uses his powers to disable the alarm and nods to Isabel, who uses
her powers to open the lock.
|| INT. ROSWELL WEEKLY RECORD
NEWSPAPER OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
They enter the building, which is in total darkness.
Um ... did anyone remember to bring a flashlight?
We don't need a flashlight.
Max cups his hands and uses his powers to create a small beam of
light (as he did in River Dog); Isabel does the same.
We are looking for the desk of Ross Gold.
Max and Isabel spread out, checking the name plates on the desks.
Liz heads for the front window.
I'll keep a lookout.
Alex rushes over to the desk Isabel is standing at, and turns on the computer and
monitor. Isabel and Max each extinguish their lights. The login dialogue box
pops up on the monitor.
Do you think this will take long? It won't be as easy as Larry's. I'm sure Gold
used a password.
But nothing you can't handle, right? I mean, if you can get into Topolsky's
laptop, this should be a piece of cake.
Alex is typing on the keyboard.
We'll know in a minute.
Alex watches the monitor. A smile spreads across his face as the hour glass
disappears and Gold's desktop appears.
(very pleased with himself)
I've still got the magic touch! We're in!
How did you get in so quickly?
Sorry, I don't give away trade secrets.
Alex turns back to the monitor and clicks on the e-mail icon.
Here it is and, luckily, he hasn't opened it yet. I'll just open
it then delete it.
Why not just delete it?
Because some return receipt programs indicate if something
was deleted without being read. That would look
Instead of deleting it, why not make it look like a virus is
attached, so he won't want to accept anything from Larry
Okay, but that will take longer.
See what you can do.
|| INT. SENOR CHOW'S BOOTH -
The waiter brings them their check and places it on the table.
I hope everything was to your liking. Please come again.
The waiter leaves.
Man, look at the time! Thanks for the dinner, and
conversation, but we have to get going. Oh, and if
I were you, I wouldn't leave a tip; the service sucked--could
he have been any slower!?
Yeah, thanks a lot for the dinner. Next time it will be our
treat, and if it doesn't take as long as it did this time,
maybe you can show us those other night spots
LARRY & JEN
(as they leave)
Michael is shocked and ticked off.
It's not bad enough I had to come to this thing, but now
I have to pay for them too!? I'm already in hock to Max
and Isabel's parents for first and last month's rent on
my apartment, and I don't even start my job at the
Crashdown until next week. I can't afford this! What
did you say to them to make them think we were paying!?
I just invited them to dinner.
Flashback to a scene in the Crashdown.
Michael and I would like you and Larry to join us tonight
for dinner at Senor Chow's. We can fill you in on Roswell's
night life; show you the local hang-outs, if you like.
Back to scene.
Oh, they would never confuse that with a Dutch
I'm sorry! Maybe we can get the others to chip in.
Never mind, I'll take care of it.
Michael takes a $1 bill from his wallet, waves his hand over it and
changes it into a $50 bill.
(hissing to keep from being overheard)
What are you doing!?
Solving our problem.
Michael! That's counterfeiting--a federal offense. If you
made even one tiny mistake, you could get caught,
be arrested and go to jail!
Stop getting all bent out of shape; it's just a little creative
financing. And I know what I'm doing.
Right, because you're so good at using your powers.
Michael, it's wrong! Now, get rid of that thing and
swear to me you'll never do it again.
Silence from Michael.
(glaring--if looks could kill)
All right, all right! Gheeze, don't get your panties all
in a bunch.
You leave my panties out of this. And, if you break your
word, don't expect me to visit you in Sing Sing.
Sing Sing is a state prison in New York. La Tuna
in El Paso is the closest minimum security
Why am I not surprised that you know that?
Camera focuses on Michael, who is at a loss for a comeback line,
and we cut to:
|| EXT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE - MOMENTS
Deputy Blackwood is patrolling the area. He notices a flicker of
movement in the newspaper office and decides to investigate.
|| INT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Liz spots the cruiser approaching.
We've got trouble! Deputy Blackwood is headed this way.
Alex turns off the monitor and they all find a desk to hide under.
Blackwood looks through the front window, doesn't see anything but heads
for the front door anyway. We see him standing outside the glass door and
the handle moving; cut to the terrified looks on the kids' faces.
(hissing at Max)
I thought you disabled the alarm!
|| EXT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE -
Suddenly Blackwood's radio crackles.
Code 7 in progress, at 223 Citrus Street.
Respond Code 3.
Adam 1 responding. ETA 2 minutes.
Deputy Blackwood rushes back to his cruiser and peels off,
lights flashing and sirens blaring.
|| INT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
The kids all expel their breath, as if they had been holding it
forever, and climb out from under the desks.
(a little shaken up)
That was too close for comfort. I can't go to jail--
I look terrible in orange.
The others look at her as though they are not sure if she is joking
Alex, forget about the virus, just delete it. I want to
get out of here!
I'm almost done. I just need a few more minutes.
I have to cover our tracks that we opened it and create a new
back up copy.
Well, just hurry, okay?
Alex returns to Gold's computer and turns the monitor back on.
He begins to type on the keyboard. Max joins Liz by the window and puts
his arm around her.
|| INT. MICHAEL'S APARTMENT -
Michael is looking out the window. Maria is sitting on the sofa,
looking at her watch.
Do you see them yet?
He turns away from the window and faces Maria.
It's been a long time. Do you think it's been too long?
How should I know? Do you think my "criminal
tendencies" make me some kind of expert?
Maria gets up and walks over to a clock. She compares the time on the
clock to her watch.
I should call Liz again.
Michael rolls his eyes in exasperation, leaves the window and
You can't call Liz again. Remember? She said they
were turning off their phones while they were in the
I just hate this waiting, and not
knowing. Anything could have hap--
Michael interrupts Maria in mid-sentence by enfolding her in his
arms and kissing her soundly.
Was that to calm me down?
No, to distract you.
(smiles; then flirtatiously)
I ... think I need ... a little more distraction.
They kiss again, a little more passionately as we cut to:
|| INT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE - MOMENTS
Isabel is pacing back and forth in front of Gold's desk, anxious to
Thank God! Let's get out of here.
Something tells me you're not cut out for the world
No? Does that mean I should give up my dream
of being a CIA operative?
Max starts to laugh, tries to cover it up, but then Isabel and the
others join in. They hush each other as they all head out the back
|| EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MICHAEL'S
APARTMENT - 15 MINUTES LATER
As Max, Liz, Isabel, and Alex drive up to Michael's building, they
notice the lights on in Michael's apartment.
(to Isabel and Alex)
You'll fill in Michael and Maria? I have to get Liz back.
Alex and Isabel get out of the Jeep. Max and Liz drive off.
Isabel starts walking toward the building. Alex takes her arm to stop
Before we go in ...
Michael and Maria are waiting.
I know. It's just ... something happened.
What!? Did you remember something about
No, the computers are fine.
(under his breath)
Computers I can deal with.
Isabel, yesterday we kissed. You know,
for the first time. And I know you said it was just to
figure out where Max and Liz were but ...
He stops and looks at Isabel's face as if trying to figure out what
she's thinking. She looks serious and attentive, but a little
Maybe you're right. Michael and Maria must want to
know what happened.
What did you want to say, Alex?
It meant something to me.
It did to me too.
Isabel takes a step toward Alex and kisses him lightly on the lips.
They look at each other, then hear a loud noise from the building. Michael is
banging on the window. They go into the apartment.
|| EXT. THE ALLEY BELOW LIZ'S
BALCONY - 10 MINUTES LATER
Max and Liz climb the ladder. Max goes first and takes Liz's hand to help
|| EXT. LIZ'S BALCONY - CONTINUOUS
They stand face to face on the balcony, still holding hands.
I should go. My parents ...
Think you're studying.
But we were gone a long time.
Yeah, you're right.
Max, you know I'd do anything for you, I mean, for us,
all of us.
I really should go home. But feeling your hand in mine ...
it just feels ... right ... perfect.
As if everything in the world is in place.
And if I let go ... everything will shatter.
He takes her hand and kisses it gently.
You know, we assumed that the orb was the reason we were
experiencing ... everything we were experiencing ... but since
we found it, and it turned off, I still can't not touch you.
I've been wondering if my strong feelings for you are what
set it off in the first place.
He leans in closer to her and they kiss
as though they are the only two people in their world. Lost in their
kiss, they have no warning as Jeff comes barreling through her bedroom
doorway. Just as he reaches the open window, Nancy turns on the light.
Max and Liz are startled, and turn towards the light, seeing Jeff's angry
face staring at them from the window.
Just what do you think you are up to, young lady!
I think you better leave now.
Max turns and heads for the ladder.
You're not going anywhere!
Max freezes in his tracks at the sound of his father's voice, turns
back towards the window and blanches at the sight of his parents in Liz's
bedroom. He walks back to Liz. They reach out to take each other's hand,
ready to face the music together, but they both jump apart when Jeff
Get in here! Now!
|| INT. LARRY AND JEN'S LIVING ROOM
Larry is on the phone with Ross Gold.
What are you trying to pull here!? I opened your attachment and
got nothing but Computer Greek! If you infected my computer with
a virus, so help me ...
I would never do that! I don't know what you
are talking about. The document I sent you last night
was fine. Let me resend it to you.
No way! I'm not opening anything you send to
me by e-mail. If you've got something, print it out and
deliver me the hard copy. You have six hours to get it
to me by my deadline, and if you can't deliver, don't
bother me again!
There is a click on the other end of the phone. Larry turns to his
computer and tries to open the file on the computer. He gets a page of
boxes and mathematical symbols.
No. This can't be happening.
Tries again; same result.
(starts to panic)
My back up CD. Thank God I made a back up copy!
Larry gets the CD from among his music CDs, puts in it in the CD
drive; receives the same garbage.
Jen rushes in, holding a cleaning rag in her hand.
What is it!? What's the matter?
(looks up from computer, grief stricken)
It's gone ... it's all gone ...
(concerned but unsure what he is talking about)
All my work! Everything I collected
on Hubble ... it's all corrupted.
(pauses; starts talking to himself, forgetting Jen is there)
No, not corrupted ... sabotaged! They were here ... last
night. Michael and Maria were decoys, to lure us out so
they could come here and destroy my notes.
Lured!? Sabotaged!? Larry, what are you talking about!?
What could Maria and Michael possibly have to do with
your investigation of this Hubble person? This doesn't
have anything to do with Max, does it? Because you
promised me you were through with hunting "aliens".
You promised, no more obsessions!
Um ... no. No. Nothing to do with Max. I'm just, uh ...
I'm just being paranoid. It's probably just a computer
virus. You're always warning me about opening
attachments from people I don't know. I'm sure
that's all it is.
Larry checks a few files.
Yeah, that's what it must be, there are other corrupted
files as well. Damn! Now what am I gonna do? Gold
needs the information in six hours. There's no way I
can recreate all my information by then. He'll
never trust me again, if I can't deliver.
Who is this Gold guy and why do you only have six hours?
He's a reporter with the Roswell Weekly Record.
He has a deadline to meet, so he needs the information
before the deadline.
Can't it wait until next week's paper?
Probably, but I think he's mad at me--he thinks I infected
his computer with a virus.
Well, he's not the only reporter in town. I'm sure you'll
find someone else who will be interested in your story.
Don't get discouraged. And next time, be more careful
with your computer.
Now, I'm gonna get back to dusting;
this place needs a thorough cleaning!
Jen leaves the room.
(quietly, with fear in his voice)
Careful, right. I've got to be more careful. I definitely
will not underestimate Max Evans again.
|| INT. LIZ'S BEDROOM - SAME
Liz is lying on her bed, wearing the same clothes as last night;
clearly she has been crying most of the night. She gets up slowly, walks
to the calendar, takes it down from the wall and tears it up while we hear
We trusted you and you violated our trust over and over.
You looked us in the eyes and lied to us because
of Max. We can't trust you with him. Not now, not ever.
You are not to see Max while you are grounded. You
are not to see him after the grounding is over. Don't
make the mistake of ignoring us again. We can, and will,
take stronger measures.
Liz looks down at the pieces of cardboard that were once her
calendar; she takes a deep breath then walks slowly to her dresser. She
opens a drawer and pulls out a shirt, uncovering something that had been
hidden there. Distracted, she lets the shirt fall and pulls out the picture Max had
altered when he was drunk. It brings a brief smile to her lips, but then
a new flood of tears. She carries the picture with her to her bed and lies
down, in a fetal position, clutching the picture to her chest.
play "Donegal Rain" by Andy M. Stewart (streaming audio):
My darling, do not break your heart
Though I leave this Irish shore
Though their cruel laws may force us to part
Fate may join we two once more
Take this farewell kiss as a token
Of my love while far I stray
For true love will never be broken
Let me kiss your tears away
Like the rain, like the rain
When he turned his back to Donegal
Her tears fell like the rain
Don't let your eyes fill with sorrow, love
Don't wet your pretty cheeks with tears
There will come a bright new tomorrow, love
There will come an end to fears
Dark may seem our lives' December
Time will bring to us the May
Love will guide me back, remember
Let me kiss your tears away
Like the rain, like the rain
When he turned his back to Donegal
Her tears fell like the rain
Take this jewelled ring to wear, my love
While I am o'er the wave
Next my heart you know I will wear, my love
This lock of hair you gave
Kiss me once before we sever
For my safety, say you'll pray
You will be my dearest, forever, love
Let me kiss your tears away.
Like the rain, just falling like the rain
When he turned his back to Donegal
Her tears fell like the rain
Like the rain, like the rain
When he turned his back to Donegal
His tears fell like the rain
"Donegal Rain" Andy M. Stewart
Lyrics: A.M. Stewart / Traditional
Lt. Snyder, Chavez County Sheriff's Department
Music Supplied By:
Counting Crows: This Desert Life
Andy M. Stewart: Donegal Rain
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