THE UFO CONVENTION
(Episode begins
outside the UFO Center. There is a UFO convention going on. There is someone
dressed in a green alien costume, handing out flyers to people. The alien
stares across the street at Liz at the Crashdown)
(A deputy is telling
Sheriff Valenti about all the commotion the sighting has caused)
DEPUTY: 14 calls
this morning, Sheriff, all about the sighting last week.
SHERIFF: Dry
lightning, deputy.
DEPUTY: I keep
telling them that, but they keep calling.
SHERIFF: I don't
have time to talk to anybody about unfounded or unsubstantiated rumors, and it
is your job to explain that to them.
DEPUTY: Yes,
sir.
SHERIFF: Thank you,
deputy.
(Valenti opens the
door to his office to find a man sitting in his chair)
HUBBLE: Been a
while, junior.
SHERIFF: How'd you
get past the front desk?
HUBBLE: Better beef
up security. Heard you had a boy. Bachelor myself, no kids for me.
SHERIFF: You're not
welcome here, Hub.
HUBBLE: Oh, junior,
I expect more from you than dumb-ass small-town threats. Well, just wanted to
stop by. Regards to your dad. From what I hear, you're starting to come around
to his way of thinking. See ya, junior.
DEPUTY: Who was
that?
SHERIFF: That,
deputy, was a bona fide alien hunter.
(Opening
credits)
(There is a UFO
convention at the UFO center. Michael is talking to an "alien
expert", asking his opinion on aliens)
ALIEN EXPERT: I've
concluded, Mr. Guerin, that yes, these aliens do exist. Yes, they're among us
today. And yes, they're brutal, dangerous killers and must be stopped at any
cost.
(Isabel walks by and
pulls Michael away)
MICHAEL: Hey, I
wasn't finished talking to him.
ISABEL: I want to
get the hell out of here. This place is psychologically damaging.
MICHAEL: Hey, I've
got no choice here. We've got cave paintings we don't understand. We've got
Nasedo sending us messages. This place could hold the answers to
everything.
ISABEL: Yeah, I'm
sure it's a real mecca for factual information.
MAX (in disguise):
Save me. Save me. I'm a human trapped in an alien body.
ISABEL: Excuse
us.
(Max takes off his
mask)
MAX: Ugh.
ISABEL: You realize
that we've just lost our last shred of dignity.
(Liz is serving convention patrons at the
Crashdown Cafe)
LIZ: Ok, I have one
Green Eggs with Moon Rock Hash and one convention special. Can I get you guys
anything else?
ZINAPLOX: I am
Zinaplox from the planet Zedagon. I come to destroy humanity and return to my
home planet.
LIZ: Well, then it's
really great that you're starting out with a nice hearty breakfast.
(Liz looks up and
sees Larry and Jen enter the Crashdown. She starts seeing flashbacks of the
shooting incident that occurred last September)
LIZ: Hi, welcome to
the Crashdown. Can I show you to a table?
LARRY: Table,
yes...table would be lovely. Jen, table?
JEN: Yeah,
thanks.
LARRY: Great.
LIZ: Here you go. Ah,
so, can I get you a beverage to start?
LARRY: Beverage
would be lovely. Jen, beverage?
JEN: I'll have a
Coke.
LARRY: Yeah, you
know what? I would love to try one of those, uh, delicious shakes that you guys
have. Let's see, which one...oh, this one looks interesting. Alien
Encounter?
LIZ: Yeah, ok, so
we've got one Coke and one Alien Encounter. I'll just be right back.
LARRY: Thanks.
Actually, you know what. There is just one more little thing. Why don't you
tell me what really happened in September.
(Max drags Michael
into one of the rooms in the UFO Center)
MAX: Michael, I've
got to talk to you about something...personal.
MICHAEL: Nothing's
too personal.
MAX: How'd you do it
with Maria?
MICHAEL: Too
personal.
MAX: No, I mean...how did you stop? I can't
stop thinking about Liz. Everytime I see her, she just starts going into slow
motion.
MICHAEL: Maxwell,
you've gotta be strong. You can't let yourself be led around by your...energy
source. It wasn't easy for me, either, but you gotta throw yourself into
something else...anything else. Something just to get your mind off her.
MAX: Throw myself
into something.
(Milton walks up to
Max on the convention floor)
MILTON: Can you feel
it, Evans?
MAX: What's that,
Milton?
MILTON: The energy,
the synergy...it's kismet.
MAX: Kismet?
MILTON: The sighting
has attracted some of the leading experts in the field. This is shaping up to
be one of the most important gatherings on the paranormal in history. We're not
just a joke anymore, Evans.
MAX: That's great,
Milton.
MILTON: The problem
is I'm overwhelmed here. The press is buzzing around like flies. And the
celebrities, they're making my life a living hell. Oh, well, it's no wonder my
cyadic nerve is acting up.
MAX: Well, maybe I
could take on more.
MILTON: More?
MAX: More work, more
responsibilities. I've actually been looking for something to throw myself
into.
MILTON: I'm not
going to lie to you, Evans. I'm moved right now. I'm going to give you more
work than you ever knew existed.
(Michael is looking
around at the various exhibits and finds something called the "Alien
Takedown", which Maria is helping to set up)
MICHAEL: Alien
Takedown? What's that, some kind of wrestling match?
MARIA: Yeah, the
Alien Takedown. Do you have a problem with that?
MICHAEL: Yeah, you
know what, I do. I'm here trying to figure out the meaning of my existence, and
I'm tired of having to wade through the kooks like you and the freak shows like
this in order to do it.
AMY: Nothing
personal, but this freak show keeps my kooky daughter and myself off the
streets.
MARIA: Mom, Michael.
Michael, mom.
AMY: Nice to meet
you.
MARIA: That was some
guffaw.
MICHAEL:
Guffaw?
MARIA: Yeah, my
mother. Great first impression.
MICHAEL: Why would I
want to make an impression?
(Somewhere else in
the convention, Jonathan Frakes walks up to Max)
FRAKES: Are you Max
Evans?
MAX: Yeah. Oh,
aren't you...
FRAKES: Yes, I am. Milton said that you were
in charge of celebrity relations.
MAX: Well, yeah, I
guess I am.
FRAKES: Then maybe you can explain to me why
Shatner and Stewart got suites and I didn't.
MAX: Well, I think
the Tumbleweed only has 2 suites.
FRAKES: And why
wouldn't I get one of them?
MAX: I think they
signed on first, so they got the suites.
FRAKES: Oh, that
would explain it. Well, I'm going to need a suite, too.
MAX: I don't think
there are any.
FRAKES: No, the
right reply would be "I'll take care of it, Mr. Frakes."
MAX: Yeah, but I
don't...I'll see what I can do? I'll move you to another motel.
FRAKES: Thanks,
Max.
(Frakes walks off)
MILTON: Evans. I want you to meet a legend. This
is Everett Hubble. You are looking at one of the few men in the world rumored
to have made direct contact.
MAX: Direct contact.
Sounds exciting.
HUBBLE: That's one
way of looking at it.
MAX: So, what did
this alien look like?
HUBBLE: Looked like
you, actually...or me. They're not little green men, you know.
MILTON: I'm trying
to get Hub to participate in our final roundtable discussion on Sunday.
HUBBLE: I'm just
passing through. Nice little souvenir shop you got going here, Miltie. (Hubble walks off)
MILTON: Max, you
want to do more? Get Hubble to do the roundtable. Disappeared almost 30 years
ago, nobody's seen him since. The man's an enigma.
(Valenti is at home
with his dad's personal belongings in a box in front of him. He slowly opens
the box and picks up a newspaper article dealing with his father being arrested
for a Silo murder)
(Max is running the
info booth for the UFO Center)
BOY: So, why'd they
kill the aliens?
MAX: What
aliens?
BOY: From the '47
crash. Why'd they kill them?
MAX: Well, maybe you
should visit our "Theories on '47" exhibit.
BOY: But I thought
this was the information booth.
MAX: Well, yeah, it
is, but...
(Max is distracted
all of a sudden because Liz just entered the UFO Center and is walking straight
towards him)
MICHAEL: Mud.
MAX: What?
MICHAEL: When you're
with her, think about mud. It helped me.
MAX: Michael, I
don't need some trick. I can handle this.
LIZ: Hi, um, I just
wanted to talk to you about the luncheon that we're catering.
MAX: Oh, yeah, if
it's work-related, sure. It's just...I'm kind of busy.
LIZ: Ok, um, I'll
just...come over...it's just that, um...Larry and Jennifer are back. You know,
the ones that were there the day that I got shot? And now, Jennifer won't
leave. She just planted herself in the Crashdown.
(Max's mind starts
to wander and he sees Liz talking in slow motion)
LIZ: It's like, I
don't know, she's been sitting there for hours. And it kind of feels like she's
been watching me or something. So I came here to tell you that they're here, in
case anything should happen...I want you...
MAX: Mud.
LIZ: What?
MAX: Pie. Mud pie.
For the lunch the Crashdown is catering tomorrow. I was thinking about mud
pie.
LIZ: Ok, um, I'll
see if I can arrange it.
MAX: I gotta go. I'm
really busy.
LIZ: Ok.
(Sheriff Valenti is
wandering around the UFO Center and spots Hubble. As he starts to walk towards
him, he runs into Amy De Luca)
AMY: Jim...Hi.
SHERIFF: Hey,
Amy.
AMY: I didn't think
UFO conventions were your cup of tea.
SHERIFF: I'm just
here to see a friend.
AMY: Oh.
SHERIFF: I'll catch
up with you later, Amy.
(Elsewhere in the
UFO Center, Alex meets up with Isabel)
ALEX: Isabel, wow,
hey. So, you made it.
ISABEL: You've gotta
stop following me, Alex.
ALEX: Following you?
Are you kidding me? I just happened to be here. I mean, the whole town is
here.
MARIA: Oh, good, you
found Isabel. He was looking for you.
(Outside the UFO
Center, Hubble is leaned up against a car and sees Valenti walking towards
him)
HUBBLE: Looking for
someone?
SHERIFF: What did
you come back here for, Hubble?
HUBBLE: Well, I've
been tracking what's been going on around here for the last few months. The
shooting in September at the Crashdown. What happened over there?
SHERIFF: You got to
my father when he was at his weakest, and you pushed him over the edge. Because
of you, I had to have him committed.
HUBBLE: Well, now
you're giving me more credit than I deserve.
SHERIFF: You get the
hell out of here.
HUBBLE: I thought we
already talked about...
SHERIFF: I'm not
talking to you as the Sheriff now. This is coming from me. From everything
you've cost me. I don't ever want to have to see you again.
HUBBLE: I understand
you'd be upset, but remember this...all those years your father's been in that
nuthouse, I've been living in my own hell. Now, from what I hear, your dad
isn't all there these days. But I'll bet you still have a lot of
questions...about your father, about that Silo murder and why he was arrested. I'm
the only person in the world that has the answers to those questions. I was
there. I saw it all. I'm your link, junior. So before you kick me out of town,
you ought to think about that. I can help you. We can help each other.
(It's Day 2 of the
convention and Jonathan Frakes is preparing to have a mold of his handprint
made for Milton's collection)
MILTON: This is truly an honor, Mr. Frakes. Our
collection will be unparalleled.
FRAKES: Really. Who
else have you got?
MILTON: Actually,
you're our first. Our very own number one, if you know what I mean. But with
Stewart and Shatner and Nimoy, there's no question it's going to be big. Really
big.
FRAKES: Yeah.
MILTON: Here we
go.
FRAKES: Here we
go.
MILTON: Ahh.
MILTON: Oh, Evans!
Evans! Oh, no problem. No problem.
(At the Crashdown,
Liz stops by Jen's table, asking if she would like another coffee refill)
LIZ: Another
refill?
JEN: Thanks.
LIZ: You know this
is going to be your eighth cup. Do you want to switch to decaf?
JEN: Why, do I look
wired to you? Strung out?
LIZ: No, no, no, you
don't...not at all. You know, it's just that your eyes are a little bit
red.
JEN: Great. Now he's
going to know I've been crying. He hates it when I cry.
LIZ: Larry?
JEN: I guess I'd
better go.
LIZ: No, just wait. Here.
Here. Put this on your eyes. He'll never know.
(Inside the UFO
Center, Michael is asking Max who the real experts are)
MICHAEL: Maxwell,
you gotta show me the real guys.
MAX: The real guys?
MICHAEL: I'm sick and tired of talking to all
these frauds. I mean, you're on the inside. Where are the real guys?
MAX: Michael, there
are no real guys. It's a freak show.
(Michael looks over
and sees Hubble)
MICHAEL: Who's
that?
MAX: Nobody.
MICHAEL: Come on,
Max, don't toy with me.
(Michael suddenly
notices Larry)
MICHAEL:
Oh...there's the geek from the Crashdown that day.
MAX: I know. He's
been hanging around. I'm sure he's just here for the convention.
MICHAEL: I'm gonna
go keep an eye on him, all right?
MAX: Excuse me, Mr.
Hubble? About the...the final roundtable on Sunday...well, Milton just wanted
you to know that any way that we might be able to accommodate you...
HUBBLE: I'm a doer,
not a talker, kid.
MAX: Right. So
I...I'm just curious...I mean, you work here, you sorta get the bug. Did you
see something?
HUBBLE: Well, let's just say this...this
place you're working at...this place...is a joke. If these people knew the
truth, they wouldn't all be laughing so damn hard.
MAX: Is it true what
Milton said? That you disappeared 30 years ago?
HUBBLE: I didn't
disappear. I'm standing right in front of you. Now I'm going to disappear.
(Max looks for info
on Everett Hubble in Milton's UFO search engine and sees something about the
Silo murder)
(Valenti is talking
to his dad at the retirement center)
SHERIFF: Dad?
JIM SR: It's too
cold in here. Like an icebox.
SHERIFF: Dad...try
to focus. That night of the murder...at the silo...Hubble was there?
JIM SR: Hub.
SHERIFF: Yeah.
JIM SR: He couldn't
let go of his wife. That was his problem all along.
SHERIFF: Dad...
JIM SR: His wife and
his kid.
SHERIFF: He didn't
have a wife and kid.
JIM SR: It's
freezing in here. They're trying to kill me.
SHERIFF: There you
go.
(Jen and Liz are
bonding at the Crashdown)
JEN: I love Larry. That's
the problem. He proposed a year ago. We bought a van to drive to California to
get married. It was only supposed to be a 2 week trip. And then we stopped in
here for breakfast that day. And we've been on the road ever since.
LIZ: No marriage
license?
JEN: You know how guys get hooked on things? So
obsessed with something, they forget about you?
LIZ: Yeah.
JEN: Larry's been
chasing UFOs ever since that day. In the beginning I was kind of into it...but
now I'm tired of adventure. I just want to settle down. I really want a normal
guy.
LIZ: I can
understand that.
JEN: You got one,
too, huh? A unique boyfriend?
LIZ: Unique? Yeah,
that's a good word for Max.
JEN: Max?
(A panel discussion
has been organized as part of the convention)
EXPERT: The
experience of Mr. Grabowski has been well documented. His encounter with the
smooth-skinned ovoid E.B.E. contributes to a growing body of evidence as brave
men like himself bring their stories to the public eye.
FRAKES: Well, there
you have it. Thank you, Mr. Grabowski. Our next direct contact witness is a
Lawrence Trilling.
LARRY: Right
here!
FRAKES: Good
afternoon, Lawrence. Do you mind if I call you Larry?
LARRY: No, that
would be great. First of all, Mr. Frakes, I just gotta say that...you know how
some people say that Clapton is god, you know? But I say you. You are god. I
mean, I got...I got goose bumps.
FRAKES: Thank you very much.
LARRY: It's gotta be
Frakes!
FRAKES: Ok, let's go
to your encounter.
LARRY: Yeah, right. Ok.
Um...it happened right here...right in Roswell, New Mexico. September 17th. I
was in the Crashdown Cafe. Now, that's right across the street. So I'm sitting
there. 2 guys come in.
(Michael and Max
exchange alarmed looks. Michael then makes his way towards Larry)
LARRY: Boom! They
start having an argument. Boom! A gun is pulled.
(Michael puts a hand
on Larry's chest, and gives him a nasty itch)
MICHAEL: Sorry.
LARRY: Oh...no, that's ok. So these 2 guys,
they start to...ahh...they start to struggle, ok? Boom! A girl is shot. Boom! A
seemingly normal teenage boy...now this teenage boy, Mr. Frakes, is someone who
looks just like you and me. Boom! He goes up to the girl and puts his hand over
her, uh, wound, and then, boom! She...uh...she's miraculously healed.
FRAKES: Ooh! Well,
all I can say is, boom! What do you think?
EXPERT: I'm insulted
by this ridiculous story.
LARRY: Yeah, well,
he is here. He is right here! Ok? Pal? He's right here. Right now! He's in the
very audience!
FRAKES: That's
enough, monkey man!
LARRY: Listen, cool
it, Frakes!
FRAKES: Security?
MILTON: You and me, Evans. Let's get
him.
LARRY: Hey, this is
the guy right here! This is the guy! He's the one! He's the guy!
FRAKES: Well, he may
not be the best convention coordinator, but I would hardly call him an
alien.
LARRY: You're just like
the rest of them, Frakes! There was a bullet...ah...the bullet disappeared! So
where's the bullet?
MILTON: All right,
careful, Evans!
LARRY: The bullet
disappeared! It was never found! Where's the bullet? Ahhh...
(Outside the UFO
Center, Hubble walks up to Larry and asks him about Max Evans)
HUBBLE: I know how
it feels not to be listened to. I believe you, kid. Tell me everything. Tell me
about Max Evans. Tell me what you saw.
(It's Day 3 of the
convention, and Frakes is wondering when the other stars will arrive)
FRAKES: Hey, uh,
Milton! Where's my replacements? Shatner? Stewart? Nimoy?
MILTON: Max, didn't
you tell him?
MAX: I thought we
weren't supposed to.
MILTON: At least
your room has been upgraded to a suite.
MAX: Milton, about
Hubble...what about this Silo murder in 1972?
MILTON: How do you
know about that?
MAX: Well, I looked
it up on your UFO search engine.
MILTON: Evans, you
are beginning to remind me more and more of myself when I was your age.
MAX: You said he disappeared about 30 years
ago. Was it because of the murder?
MILTON: Evans, when
I say he doesn't talk, I mean he doesn't talk! Ever! The people I know in the
community, people on the inside, believe he went after one. He found one and
he's been tracking him ever since. He could be closer than any of us,
Evans.
(Amy is on the phone
with one of the wrestlers she hired for the Alien Takedown)
AMY: You can't quit
now. The Alien Takedown is in an hour! Ernie, you have nothing to be afraid of.
Raging Ray is a...puppy dog. Look, he's not really gonna do anything really
rough. I realize you suffered a broken rib last year...fine, 2, I...did you not
receive my gift basket? Look, Ernie, if you don't do this, I'm broke. Ok? I'm
out of business, ok? I...I have half my annual revenue tied up in this thing! Hello?
Hello? Oh...
(Inside Valenti's
office, Hubble shows the Sheriff some of the alien murder pics he's taken)
HUBBLE: Thanks for
hearing me out, Jimmy. This guy's been leaving carnage all over the southwest
for the past 40 years. No reason to believe he's about to stop. Handprints are
the only trail he leaves. It only lasts for a day or so, and then it
disappears, so I'm always around with a camera.
SHERIFF: Where'd you
get these?
HUBBLE: I know
you've been investigating, but you're a weekend enthusiast. It's been full-time
for me. One of them's my own work. The girl...
SHERIFF: Who is
she?
HUBBLE: It's not
important. The others I procured. Like I said, I have connections.
SHERIFF: Who are
they?
HUBBLE: The victims?
They're just people. People with bad luck. In the wrong place at the wrong
time. Jimmy...your father may have made a mistake that night....pulled the
trigger on the wrong man...but he wasn't crazy. You already know that, don't
you? You knew that when I showed up here. It was in your eyes. All your father
wanted to do was to help this world out. And they hung him on a cross for it. This
isn't just some happy-go-lucky alien we're lookin' at. This is a killer, Jimmy.
If you know something about it, it's our duty to team together now...do
something. What about this kid? Max Evans. He have something to do with all
this?
SHERIFF: Maybe.
(Alex knocks on the
door of the Evans home. Isabel has been waiting for him to make his move)
ALEX: Hello! Anybody
home?
ISABEL: Come
in.
ALEX: Hey, I was in
the neighborhood.
ISABEL: Yeah, for
the last 20 minutes. What's up?
ALEX: Um...I saw this at the convention, and
I...I had to get it for you. It's a book on constellations.
ISABEL: Had to?
ALEX: I know that
you're into the stars and everything and...well, I was thinking that maybe, um,
sometime we could get together and, you know, try it out?
ISABEL: I thought
we'd been through this. You know, no dates.
ALEX: No, no, no,
no! Not a date. Just 2 friends out at the same place, enjoying the same thing
at the same time.
ISABEL: I really
like you, Alex.
ALEX: Well, thank
you, Isabel.
ISABEL: But this has
to stop.
ALEX: It does, yeah.
What? What does?
ISABEL: This
obsession. I...I mean I wanna be your friend, but every time I turn around
you're there and...and it's suffocating me. So...I'm sorry.
ALEX: No no...I got
you. No problem. Um...I wouldn't want to suffocate anybody. So I'll just,
uh...I'll...I'll see you later.
(At the Crashdown,
Maria and her mom are depressed because Ernie couldn't make it to the Alien
Takedown wrestling match)
LIZ: Here you go. Drown
your sorrows.
AMY: Oh, girls,
girls, girls...if I'd known real life was gonna be this difficult I never would
have signed up.
ALEX: You guys look
as good as I feel.
LIZ: Root beer
float?
ALEX: No,
uh...orange soda on the rocks.
AMY: Mmm, girl trouble.
ALEX: Oh, it's that
obvious? Great. Great. Hey, listen...let me ask you guys a question. As women,
do you find that all men are obsessive?
AMY: Yes.
LIZ:
Absolutely.
MARIA: No
question.
AMY: They find
something...
MARIA: Usually
something completely inane and useless.
LIZ: Oh, like
football.
EVERYONE: Or
UFOs.
AMY: Oh, and then
they just don't let it go!
JEN: Until it
consumes every waking minute of their day! Sorry. Couldn't help but deeply
relate.
LIZ: Yeah, but then
they use it as an excuse.
AMY: Oh, whenever
it's convenient for them...
MARIA: To just
completely ignore you.
AMY: Yeah, and it's
so clear why they're doing it.
LIZ: Oh, yeah. It's
an avoidance thing.
JEN: They hide
behind their obsession!
AMY: Because what
they really are is afraid.
MARIA: Deathly
afraid.
LIZ: Of
commitment.
ALEX: Ok. I got it. Crystal
clear. But...what if, uh, there's a guy whose obsession is a woman?
EVERYONE: Oh!
AMY: Oh, yeah, right.
LIZ: Dream on.
MILTON: Amy! Where
are you? The match is almost over!
AMY: What? Ernie
showed up?
RAY: Hey, yo. You
better call an ambulance, huh? Bang! Ha ha ha ha!
(Amy rushes to the
area set aside for the "Alien Takedown" and finds a masked wrestler
lying in the middle of the ring...he's not moving)
AMY: Ernie! Oh, my
God! Are you ok?
(The masked wrestler slowly takes off his
mask to reveal...Michael)
MICHAEL: I'm just
resting.
AMY: Oh, you dear,
dear, boy! Oh!
(Michael sits up and Maria sits down in front
of him and smiles at him)
MICHAEL: It was easy
money.
(Maria smiles at
Michael -- obviously grateful for his selfless act --, pulls his head towards
hers, and softly kisses him)
MICHAEL: Mud.
MARIA: What?
MICHAEL: Mud. I'm
thinking about mud.
MARIA: Why do I even
try?
(Sheriff Valenti is
going through the pictures that Hubble gave him. He sees a license plate in one
of the pictures and looks it up in his computer. The car was registered to
Sheila Hubble)
SHERIFF: Well, now,
how about that?
(At the UFO Center,
Hubble is looking for Max and finds him in one of the back rooms)
HUBBLE: Evans!
Milton said you wanted to talk to me about something.
MAX: Yeah, um,
Shatner's a no-show.
HUBBLE: Oh, sorry to
hear that.
MAX: What do I have
to do to convince you to...to do this panel?
HUBBLE: Well, son,
your tenacity has won me over.
MAX: Really?
HUBBLE: I'm no
Captain Kirk, but I'll give it my best shot.
MAX: Great! Thank
you.
HUBBLE: There's only
one problem. My slides are back home. I'd go get 'em, but, uh...I busted a hose
on my way up. My truck's down at the garage waiting for the part. Thing's so
old that, uh, I think they had to order it from Singapore.
MAX: Then I'll drive
you.
HUBBLE: That's what
I thought you'd say. We could talk on the way over...answer your
questions.
(Valenti goes back
to his father, realizing that his father told the truth about Hubble having a
wife and child)
SHERIFF: You were
right. He had a wife. Hubble came to you, didn't he? He told you someone was
trying to steal his car that night. And he found his wife dead. And she had a
handprint on her. Just like the one that you'd seen on that corpse in 1959. And
he saw a man run away from the scene. A drifter. And he thought the drifter was
the murderer. Now 2 years after the murder, he came back, didn't he? And he
found you. And he persuaded you...seduced you...and you helped him find that
drifter. Isn't that right, dad?
JIM SR: The drifter?
SHERIFF: And when you found him, you killed
him. You killed an innocent man because of Hubble.
JIM SR: No.
SHERIFF: Dad...
JIM SR: No!
SHERIFF: Dad, tell
me what happened out there, please.
(Max and Hubble
leave the UFO center and go towards Max's jeep)
MAX: All right. I'm
ready.
HUBBLE: I'm ready,
too.
MAX: So where are we
going?
HUBBLE: Not far. I'm
just over in Bitter Lake.
(Michael sees Max and Hubble leaving together
and walks up to Larry and forcefully gets some answers from him)
MICHAEL: Hey, what
the hell's going on? What's that guy doing with Max?
LARRY: I don't
know.
MICHAEL: Tell me
what he's doing with Max!
LARRY: All right. He
came up to me after the panel discussion, all right? He asked me questions
about Max. You know, what he did the day of the shooting.
(Back at the
retirement home, Valenti's dad is trying to explain what happened)
JIM SR: I did help
Hubble. We tracked him. We were just going to get the truth. He told me he
wouldn't hurt the man.
SHERIFF: Hubble shot
him. Didn't he? He shot the drifter, not you.
JIM SR: Whatever you
do, Jimmy...don't trust him.
(Max and Hubble are
in Max's jeep going down a road)
HUBBLE: Beautiful
countryside, don't you think? Especially at sunset.
MAX: Yeah, it's pretty cool. So, Mr. Hubble,
you said you were going to answer my questions.
HUBBLE: My wife
Sheila and me liked to slip away sometimes...just take a drive. Nothing like
flying down the highway with the woman you love by your side, now is there?
MAX: You're probably
right.
HUBBLE: 'Course it's
gotta be the right one. You know how you know that? A kiss. That's how. Ever
heard the expression, "I saw fireworks"? It was just like the 4th of
July. That ever happen to you when you kissed a girl?
MAX:
Maybe...once.
HUBBLE: Well...it
was our first anniversary. She told me she had a surprise for me. I had one for
her. I took the last of my paycheck from the refinery, and I bought some
fireworks from an old Indian over by the side of the road off the highway
there. Just outside of town I remembered I forgot to bring matches. So I pulled
in to Peppers Cafe. But you know that, don't you?
MAX: Sir?
HUBBLE: Pull over to
the side there. I want to show you something. You recognize it?
MAX: I don't know
what you're talking about. I've never been here.
HUBBLE: It was just
gettin' dark. All I needed was a pack of matches and...there, there they
were...right there on the counter, in a fishbowl. 10 cents a pack.
MAX: Mr. Hubble, if
we're gonna make Bitter Lake and back in time for the panel...
HUBBLE: And you know
what? I...I didn't have it. Not...not even 10 cents. I thought about going back
and...and getting some spare change where I kept it in the ashtray. But I said,
"hey, bud...bud, don't make me embarrass myself in front of my lady. Uh,
it's my anniversary." And he says, uh..."Have a good time...it's on
the house."
MAX: I don't
understand.
HUBBLE: I didn't
have a good time. Not that night. Not any night since.
(Larry enters the
Crashdown and looks around frantically for Jen)
LARRY: Hey! Jen, hi.
Listen, I have had an epiphany.
JEN: Really? I
thought you said it was an allergy attack.
LARRY: Listen, Jen,
last night I spent 2 hours with a guy who's spent his entire life hunting
aliens. Now, that is not me, all right? I do not want to become that. Ok? I am
not a hunter, Jen, you know...I am a gatherer. All right? A gatherer
of...of...of information. A seeker of truth. You know? Ok? And I do not...I do
not want to hunt anyone anymore. Wait, why are you wearing that?
JEN: It's busy. Liz
needed me to help out.
LARRY: Oh, my God,
Jen, this is fate! Kismet! I mean, this is where we belong.
JEN: Where?
LARRY: Here. In
Roswell. I can...I can pursue my passion right here where it all started, yes. Listen,
we can settle down...OK, we can get a little place, you know...we don't have to
travel...I am ready. Jen, I am...I am ready...to marry you.
JEN: Oh, my
God...Larry...oh, my God...
(Valenti is driving
to Bitter Lake with a grim look on his face)
(Scene switches back
to Max and Hubble at the deserted Peppers Cafe)
HUBBLE: She never
did get my surprise. And I never did get hers. Not until I got a copy of the
coroner's report. There it was in black ink. 3 months pregnant. A little girl,
it said. She was carrying our child. Surprise.
MAX: I'm sorry.
HUBBLE: And so am I.
4 innocent people lost their lives startin' that day.
My wife, my
baby...that drifter, and, uh...and me. Dead man walking. That's what I felt all
those years. Only thing kept me alive was you.
MAX: Me? But...but I
don't know you.
(Hubble pulls out a
gun and points it at Max)
HUBBLE: I know
you.
MAX: Whoa, mister,
you are making a big mistake.
HUBBLE: I know how
you can change your face, your body...you're a shape-shifter because you're
always running. You changed yourself into that drifter when you killed my
Sheila trying to get our car. What were you running from then? Somebody else
find out your little secret?
MAX: Sir, I know
you're upset...but I did not kill your wife. I wouldn't kill anybody.
HUBBLE: Valenti told
me about the healing, about the handprint...just like on Sheila.
MAX: I am not him. Whoever
you think I am, I swear I am not him.
HUBBLE: I know who
you really are, what you're capable of, and I won't let you kill again.
MICHAEL: Hey!
(Michael's sudden
appearance startles Hubble long enough for Max to knock the gun away from him. Max
and Hubble struggle in the dirt. Hubble is trying to reach his gun and Max is
trying to prevent him. Max uses his power to push the gun away just as headlights
appear from Valenti's car)
HUBBLE: I knew it
was you, you bastard!
SHERIFF: Drop the
gun! Drop it!
HUBBLE: It's
him!
SHERIFF: Drop
it!
HUBBLE: I just saw
it! I was right!
SHERIFF: You saw
what?
HUBBLE: His powers! Don't
you see who he is? We have to stop him.
MAX: I don't know
what he's talking about.
HUBBLE: Liar!
SHERIFF: Drop it,
Hub.
HUBBLE: This son of
a bitch is gonna die today, and nothing's gonna stop me, so go ahead! Unload
every bullet in your chamber.
SHERIFF: It only
takes one.
HUBBLE: Your father
couldn't do it...and neither can you.
(Hubble gets ready to shoot Max and Valenti
shoots one round into Hubble, which causes him to slump to the ground)
SHERIFF: I didn't
know this was gonna happen. I didn't know he was as dangerous as he was.
MAX: What did you
tell him? Why did he come after me? You're the Sheriff. You're supposed to
protect me. But all you've done is go after me! You believe all these crazy
things. You're just like Hubble. You want me? Well, here I am! Take me.
MICHAEL: Max, come
on, just relax.
MAX: No, no!
SHERIFF: Son...
MAX: Would you treat
your son this way?
SHERIFF: Get outta
here. The both of you. You were never here. Go on!
MICHAEL: Come on,
let's go. The guy was crazy, Max, all right? He didn't know what he was talking
about.
MAX: I don't think
he was crazy, Michael. I think the one we've been looking for has killed
people...a lot of people.
VALENTI: This is
Sheriff Valenti. I've been involved in a code 4. I got one man down. My 10-20
is the abandoned Peppers Cafe at Bitter Lake.
(Scene fades out
with Valenti calling for backup as he stands over the crumpled body of Everett
Hubble)