Because he’s becoming a deadbeat who always makes his girlfriend pick up the check, who buys big screen tvs when he can’t afford it, and whose electricity is about to be shut off after ignoring four notices, Michael decides to get another job as a security guard. He’s hired by a rather nasty military-type who calls him "Mr. Gweeren" and cites Michael’s starting time as "0200 hours", which is just so pretentious. My brother-in-law, who was a career Army Colonel, used to line his kids up like they were his troops and stalk back and forth, yelling at them. That always made me laugh, but since I couldn’t let him see that, I’d try to hide it, and then because my shoulders would shake, he’d think I was crying…but I digress. Michael gets the job, of course.

Max sits on the dock of the bay, in that City-By-The-Sea, Roswell. (Now that Roswell has its large body of water, the next thing it should get is a volcano. Because then they could make sacrifices to the volcano gods, and I think we all know who is the first person they should throw in.) Max is reading a letter from Liz, who voices-over it just as she used to voiceover that diary of hers: "Dear Max, blah blah blah…" So unfair of her father to separate them (yeah, since he only talked you into committing armed robbery)…nothing can keep them apart…she loves him. Like I said, blah blah. But she doesn’t stop there. Oh no, not Liz. As the scene moves to the Crashdown, she continues: "Over and over, it's you and me holding hands and flying through the night. I know it sounds cornball, but it isn't…it's amazing! Like Superman and Lois Lane in the first movie. You know, the good one." And then there’s Max, staring through the window of the Crashdown, shut out in the cold by the cruel Mr. Parker. The only thing more pathetic would have been if he’d shoved his nose against the glass.