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Roswell Uncut:
INT. MICHAEL'S NEW APARTMENT - DAY
A modest studio apartment, just around the corner from the Crashdown. Mostly empty, a tattered couch, a few empty milk crates, stuff that's been abandoned from the previous tenant.
Michael sits on the couch next to his duffel bag that he still hasn't unpacked. It's hard to look lost in a 10 x 12 room, but somehow he manages. A long beat. Then:
The door flings open. Max, Liz, Maria, Isabel.
GANG
Surprise!
MICHAEL
Whoa! What're you guys doin' here?
But they rush past him, carrying mop, bucket, cleaning supplies, pizza boxes and other stuff.
ISABEL
We're here to help clean up.
MICHAEL
I kinda like it the way it is.
MARIA
Michael, some of these stains are neither animal, vegetable, or mineral.
MAX
This place is so cool.
MICHAEL
Two-fifty a month cool. Man, it was great of your dad to help with the
deposit, but I gotta get a J-O-B.
Max and Liz exchange a look.
LIZ
I heard that you made a pretty mean breakfast the other day. There just
might be something for you at the Crashdown.
MICHAEL
Wow
(then, quickly))
Wait. Does that mean she's going to be my boss?
He means Maria.
LIZ
(smiling wickedly)
She's the manager.
As they all crack up at the irony, suddenly, there's a tiny sound. Almost like a meow. It is a meow.
MICHAEL
(suspiciously)
What's that?
MARIA
That is ...Sigourney.
She pulls our of her back pack a little tabby kitten.
MICHAEL
Ha. Funny.
LIZ
She was an orphan.
MICHAEL
The lease said no pets.
MARIA
What's one more secret.
Off all of them as they did into the pizza, laughing. Michael's new family. Two chicks, three aliens, and a cat.