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Okay. What you need to know
about Alex is that he loved life.

He loved it. He played the bass, he traveled,
he'd just gotten back from his trip to Sweden...

only a couple months ago, and he had
his whole life ahead of him.

And then this one stupid accident
just came and took it all away.

Forever.

Liz, she's on this crusade to prove
that Alex's death wasn't accidental.

She's convinced that what happened
to Alex was alien related.

You don't want to think that Alex was killed
by an alien because that would mean...

you are responsible.

- Let's go. - The pod squad was
not too happy about that one.

I guess it's us versus them.

I know what I know, and
I am gonna find out the truth.

And believe me, she will.

It's a two-page yearbook spread.
A collage that... captures...

you know, everything Alex was.

You guys are just great friends
to Alex, you know, still.

Oh, and Liz, tell your folks thanks
for the food they sent over.

Yeah. I'm sure.

- What are these? - Uh, condolence
cards from the floral arrangements.

You can take a look
at them if you'd like.

- "The Olsens"?
- Alex's host family in Sweden.

It's awful to admit, but Gloria and I
didn't even think about contacting them.

- Well, then who did?
- I'm assuming someone from the school.

Alex's entire trip was set up
through the guidance office.

Well. Looks like you guys
are gonna be here for a while.

- I'll order a pizza.
- Oh, no. You really don't have to.

I-It's nothing.
Ripped By mstoll

- Liz, you're being rude.
- Alex put every single thing...

about his entire life
in this computer.

There has got to be something in here to
help us figure out what really happened.

Mr. Whitman let us go through stuff
for the yearbook spread.

You can't look through stuff
for clues. It's immoral.

What's immoral is that
someone murdered Alex.

Look, we have got two clues here.
The numbers on the Thai food receipt...

and his girlfriend Leanna.

Will you start looking through his desk
drawer? See if you can find anything.

- I don't think so. No.
- Why, Maria? Come on.
We've only got a few hours here.

Does Max know that you're doing this?

I'm just looking for the truth.

I don't think that Max is interested
in that right now.

God, I hate this.

It's like this chasm has formed
between everybody since...

Since I said aliens were
responsible for Alex's death.

Yes. Look, I really don't think
we should do this...

without them knowing,
it's just gonna make things worse.

As it is, Michael and I haven't
even talked to each other in days.

- Why would he lock this document?
- What?

Inside this folder,
there's five subfolders.

In the last subfolder, there's one locked
file. None of the other files are locked.

It's like he was hiding it.

Do you have any idea what his
security code is? Oh, Maria...

- Look, I really don't think...
- Just tell me.

Try "I The Stud."

He's let me log onto
his e-mail account a few times.

[Electronic Warbling]

Oh, my God.
Look at this. Look.

♪♪ [Rock]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Ends]

So you're saying this has nothing
to do with A.P. Computer?

Nothing we've been working on lately.

This is binary code. The ones and zeroes...

are usually used to tell a computer
how to operate.

I need you to be more specific.

What does
this particular sequence mean?

Without an application,
it means nothing.

So, are we, uh, still on for study?

- Yeah. Yeah, at your house?
- Yeah.

I'll see you there.

I'll talk to you about this later.

- What's up?
- Liz, I just want to talk this through.

I don't want this to
turn into a war between us.

Between everyone.

Yeah, neither do I.

Look, the other day at the wake,
you were upset about Alex.

I understand how you might have said
some of the things you said.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm willing to forget about it.

- Wipe the slate clean.
- Max.

Maybe it wasn't right for me
to say what I said just then...

and maybe I could have
said it a little bit calmer...

but I don't regret it... it's true.

Liz, the way you're going
about doing this isn't safe.

Talking to people at school?
Asking questions?

Whenever we decided to do something,
we always decided as a group.

Do you believe me...
about Alex?

No.

Well then we can't act
as a group right now, Max.

Look, whatever happened to Alex
happened while he was in Sweden.

You know that "Leanna is not Leanna"
document? It was created on January 16.

- While Alex was still there!
- Will you hold this like this?

Yes. Leanna is not Leanna.

Will you think about it in alien terms?

It could mean that she's
a shape-shifter, or a Skin...

or some other type of alien
that we don't even know about yet.

You know what, think about it
in human terms, okay?

What if he and Leanna
got into a fight, or what if...

he caught Leanna flirting
with another boy or something?

I started playing around with
the sequence of ones and zeroes...

that Alex wrote on the delivery food
receipt the night he was murdered.

Please. Do not use
that word, Liz. Please.

There are 20 altogether.

Then I counted the number of letters
in the phrase, "Leanna is not Leanna."

Seventeen. Not a match... until I counted
the number of spaces between the words.

Seventeen letters plus
three spaces equals 20.

What if there's a connection?

Hey, can I talk to Maria
for a minute?

- Sure.
- Give me that.

[Sighs] So what's Liz
accusing us of now?

You know what? If you're here to trash talk,
I'm gonna have to take a rain check.

Because that is the only way I'm gonna get
through a simple school day without losing it.

- All right?
- Well, you gotta tell her
to get off this Alex thing.

What if she's right though?
You know, what if...

All the more reason
for her not to get involved.

It's dangerous. It's not
for Liz to look into... or you.

[Sighing] God, I hate this. I just hate
that there's this division between all of us.

Well, then maybe Liz shouldn't
have blamed us for killing Alex.

That is not
what she said, Michael.

[Michael]
What are you doin'?

It's a yearbook collage me and Liz
are doing in memory of Alex.

- And this would be the...
- It's a picture of all his instruments.

It's lame, isn't it?

Kind of. Need help?

- Why? Are you serious?
- Yeah.

Well, I, um...

[Inhales] I could use a ride to
the photo shop to get some color copies.

- Okay.
- Then I gotta track down
this non-clump spray adhesive...

and... [Sighs]
My X-Acto knife is missing.

And I haven't collected half of the stuff
that we want to put in the collage...

and on top of everything,
I have a major deadline to meet.

[Max] She's obsessed. She keeps
talking to people, asking questions.

Has anybody thought about
the possibility that Liz is right?

I'm the last person who wants to
even remotely consider it, but it's us.

- Stranger things have happened.
- No. She isn't right.

- Max, if we just thought about it
for a minute...
- Isabel, no.

Liz is wrong.

And even if there were anything remotely
alien about this, our cover is the best defense.

Like it always has been.

Not quite.

I got a letter from San Francisco.
They wait-listed me.

- Really?
- Yeah. It's good news, you know?

Mrs. Fleischauer's got everybody working
in the guidance counselor's office...

to get me recommendations,
and my teachers are helping...

I mean, this could really
be a good chance for me.

Some people would say,
"Congratulations."

- We'll talk about this later.
- Sure.

[Scoffs]

The kiss at the prom?
The, uh, infamous kiss.

- Right.
- With what happened to Alex...

I can understand putting
the subject on hold.

I couldn't deal with it either.

But now, I just... I can't help
wondering where we are.

Right. [Sighs] Right.

You and me together, uh...

It scares me.

Right or wrong, I feel like
if I follow that road...

I can never go back.

You're scared to go home.

What is home?

Is home really "up there"?

I just feel like this whole idea
about where we come from...

I wanna believe it, want
to understand it more and more.

But it just feels like this dream.

This-This dream that I can
never really quite touch...

or see, or...

Or feel.

And Earth just seems so much more...

real.

- Hi!
- Hey.

Sorry, I... really have to finish this.

It's okay. I just wanted to talk.

I'm really sorry about Alex.

I got your flowers.

It was sweet. Thank you.

The girl in the shop said they'd smell nice.

- Mm, they did.
- Cool.

You know, I was thinking about
our trip to the bowling alley.

- Yeah?
- And I was trying to remember how we got in.

Oh.

I mean, did you use like,
a Swiss Army knife or something?

You know, to open the lock. I thought
that you stuck a knife in and jiggled.

No, I, uh... I used a pick
that I made from a bicycle spoke.

Oh.

But you could use
a Swiss Army knife, right?

[Sighs] What are you
trying to do, Parker?

- Break into the school.
- Okay, you are aware
that I have a record, right?

Yes, and that's why I was asking
for a little "how-to" advice.

I'm not allowed within 1,000 feet
of that place.

I know, and I would never put you
in that position.

I can't help you, Parker.
I'm sorry.

So what, you want to change
one of your grades or something?

- Yeah. Something like that.
- [Grunts, Sighs]

[Lock Clicking]

One of these keys should take care
of the filing cabinets.

I'm gonna do a sweep
of the halls.

- Okay.
- Hurry.

- Our time's up.
- Okay.

- I don't think I got it all.
- One rule about breaking and entering:

Never stay in the same place
for more than five minutes.

Come on!

Hold it right there, you two.

[Whistling]

- Don't do that.
- This whole thing with Isabel and college.

She can't go.

You want me to talk to her about it?
Things seem a little tense between you two.

- Okay.
- No problem.

- Max?
- What?

- Nothing. Is everything all right?
- Yeah.

- Good.
- Good.

"Cause you sort of snapped
at Isabel before.

You know, about the Liz thing.

She was just saying it was a possibility.

I know.

It's just... If I want to hear theories
about Alex's murder I could talk to Liz.

- Yeah.
- You think we have something to do with it?

I have no idea.

I just wouldn't want our leader to be forming
opinions based on what he wants to be true...

instead of what really is true.

Anyway.

Michael.

The idea that Alex might have died
just because we're here...

I can't bear it.

All those times you would run off chasing
some clue to find out where we'd come from.

Why we're here.

Where we belong.

I always thought you were chasing
something that wasn't out there.

Because in my heart I believed
that we belonged here.

You know?

That we were human.

Lately I've been thinking that
you might have been right all along.

Lately I've been thinking
I might have been wrong all along.

[Woman Chattering
On Police Radio]

Stay here.

- What are you doin', DeLuca?
- What do you think, man?

- She's hot. I'm tryin' to get in her pants.
- So you broke into the school?

A lot of chicks dig an adrenaline rush.

- Not this one. She's a buzzkill, Deputy.
- [Scoffs]

You're a real zero,
DeLuca, you know that?

Young lady, I hope you appreciate
the seriousness of your actions tonight.

Oh, y-yes, sir.

I know you're a good kid,
and your parents are good folk too...

so I'm gonna let you off
with a warning.

- Strong warning. You got it?
- Oh, yes, sir. Thank you.

Anyway, Hanson told me about it.

They were at the school.
I didn't get all the details.

But it sounded
a little out of character for Liz.

Unless she was looking
for something more specific.

If that was the case, I figured
you'd know what this was about.

Listen, I am more than happy,
Max, to be left in the dark.

In fact, sometimes
I think I would prefer that.

But you guys are usually
a lot more careful about it than this.

I'll take care of it.

[Beeping, Phone Clicking]

[Line Ringing]

[Voice Speaking Swedish
On Answering Machine]

- [Beeping]
- Oh! Hello. Hi. Mr. And Mrs. Olsen.

This is Liz Parker calling again
from Roswell, New Mexico.

I'm a friend of Alex Whitman,
your exchange student.

Um, if you could please
just call me back at any time.

It is extremely important. My cell phone
number is 505-555-0125.

Um, please just call.
You know, collect is fine.

Please, just call as soon as possible.

Um... [Sighs]
Okay. Thank you.

- [Hangs Up Receiver]
- Mm!

- Hey.
- Hey.

- So this is the college.
- Yeah.

Yeah, as a freshman, my housing choices are
pretty limited, but this is the dorm I want.

- It's close to everything good.
- Nice.

Yeah.

But you can't go.

- Excuse me?
- Isabel, you know the drill.

We have to stay in Roswell.
We stick together.

- It's a given.
- I've made up my mind.

What happens if we need you back here? What are you
going to tell your roommates or your professors?

"Sorry, Dr. So-and-so,
but I gotta miss sociology...

because some fresh gandarium
sprang up in the Roswell sewers."

- Michael...
- But no. I'm not done.

Who's paying for all
this cross-country travel?

Know what a last-minute
plane ticket costs nowadays?

- So I'll change dollar bills into hundreds.
- You can do that?

[Sighs]

- I just need a change!
- Okay, look. When Alex died...

none of us could have known
how much it would affect us.

Your running away isn't gonna
help you get over it any quicker.

I'm just trying to have a life.

And I'm suggesting you don't
make a huge decision right now.

Not when your emotions
are still running high.

Isn't that when you make
all of your decisions?

- This is final.
- It's not for you to say.

No, but I'm speaking for Max.

[Sighs]

You know what? You tell Max that
if he has something to say to me...

he'd best find the time
to say it himself.

It's gonna be great. I mean, there's
still a lot of stuff left to collect...

like there's this poster
of his first gig in Hondo.

Then, we're trying to get a hold
of this poem that he wrote...

about when his dog
got his leg amputated.

"Cause, you know, you can't have
a collage about Alex without
capturing his sense of humor.

So, anyway, it's a work in progress.
Clearly.

Well, Maria, you were supposed to be
delivering the camera-ready art.

All right. Yes, I know. It's a lot better
than it looks. [Chuckles]

Okay. We're already holding
the presses for this.

- I understand. - And as much as
I think we're all devastated about Alex...

I don't think that it's in
the wishes of the student body...

to not get their yearbooks
until after graduation.

Look, if you could just
give me 48 hours to...

Okay. Maybe we should think
about compromising. A little.

I mean, do you really need to have every
single piece of memorabilia in the collage?

Yes. Yes, I do.
And I will.

We will. Liz and I will.

Okay, and where is Liz, anyway?

I've checked every tour book, and
I can't find anything that matches.

[Man With Swedish Accent]
Miss Parker, I appreciate...

your interest in my country, but it's
impossible for me to spend the day...

tracking down a building for you.

You don't understand
how important this is!

Please! It is four stories,
completely covered in...

Glass. You've described it.

Once I get through this pile of paperwork
on my desk, I'll try to...

What if I e-mailed it to you?
You know, maybe that would work.

- Pl... Please.
- My address is on our Web site.

I can't promise anything.

Oh, no. I will send it today.
Thank you so much.

- Thank you.
- [Beeps]

- What the hell were you
and Sean DeLuca doing here last night?
- Max! Not now.

I have to find a place that'll scan this.

Why? Who were you just talking to?

The Swedish embassy in Washington.

This has to stop. I will consider the
possibility that Alex was killed by an alien...

- if you consider the possibility
that he killed himself.
- No, he didn't!

And what if he did? Then you are doing nothing
but raising people's suspicions about us.

You have nothing to lose here,
and we have everything to lose.

Let go of me.

Hey.

You okay?

I want to show you something.

[Motor Whirring]

You see that star?
The way it wobbles?

- Is that our planet?
- No, it's called "Barnard's Star."

You can see that star
from our planet too.

Our world's out there, Max.

It's not close, and...

sometimes, it seems
like a dream to me too.

But it's real.

And I know you know that too.

That's reality, Max.

This... This is the dream.

If that's the truth,
when do we wake up?

That's up to you.

- [Knocking On Door]
- Come in!

[Sighs] Liz, you missed
another yearbook meeting.

The least you could have done was call.

Yes. I am sorry to have to put
all that stuff on you right now.

- "Stuff"?
- Yeah, but I am closing in on this Leanna girl.

They went on a cross-country tour together.
I've got everything mapped out.

But this is where things don't add up.

Alex's itinerary says that they were headed
for the Baltic Islands.

And the date on the photo matches
the schedule. But there is no building...

that looks like this in the Baltic Islands,
or in any of the other cities...

that Alex visited, for that matter...
I mean, maybe she took him to...

- Would you just listen to yourself, Liz?
- I don't even know where!

To like, another country
or another planet!

- Maria?
- Stop it and listen to me, all right?

I need my best friend right now,
because our other best friend just died!

And I feel lost and scared
and just completely wrecked.

And I know we're supposed to go to school, and go
to work, and finish this yearbook tribute...

but I just can't...
I don't have a handle on things.

I feel like everything is just
slipping by me, and I don't even...

I don't even know
if I'm alive right now.

So, please. Just stop focusing on
this thing that isn't even there.

And just be sad with
the rest of us, okay? Please.

So you don't believe me either.

[Gasps] I'm... No, I'm sorry.
I guess I don't, Liz.

Leave the Sweden stuff.
I need it.

God, you know, you're doing this for Alex,
but you don't care whose life you screw up.

- That's not true.
- Oh, it's not. How about Sean?

Have you even thought about him for
a second since he ruined his probation for you?

God, I don't even know you anymore!

[Knocking On Door]

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Maria's not here.
- I know.

I wanted you. Look, thank you...

um, for taking the heat
the other night with Hanson.

It was very heroic of you.

And I'm sorry. You know,
I know I should have called.

Do you have to go to jail?

Aunt Amy talked to Valenti.
Valenti talked to Hanson.

Basically, I'm gonna be doing community
service until I'm, like, senile...

but, uh, they kept it off my record.

[Sighs]
Thank God.

[Wrench Banging]

[Disgusted Sighing]
Piece of crap.

Oh. No, thank you.

- Yeah, I should go.
- Armored truck heist?

No, not exactly.

How about some company then?

Oh, I, uh... I don't think that I would be
very good company right now.

I don't know, Parker.
I'm pretty easy to entertain.

Yeah. I mean, I appreciate
the offer, but, um...

You know, I'm just sort of in the middle
of something really huge right now.

And I need to be really focused on it.

So, maybe I should just do it alone.

And you can't tell me what it is.

- Right.
- [Sighs]

So, let me get this straight.

I can't date you.
I can't hang out with you.

Is there anything
I can do with you?

Mm-mm. Not yet.

I'm sorry.

The print shop. I totally forgot.

You were supposed to pick me up at 4:00.
I call you, and your line is disconnected?

- Yeah. I forgot to pay my phone bill.
- I was worried about you.

I thought something happened to you.

No, I'm fine.
Come on, we'll go right now.

No. No.

Maria, the print shop doesn't close
until 7:00. We have time.

Maria, I'm right here.
I just forgot.

I can't count on you.

Yes, you can. I'll take care of this.
I mean, I'm right here for you.

But you won't always be.

What?

One day, you're gonna leave me.

You're gonna get on a spaceship
and go away.

[Sobs] And you being the perfect boyfriend
right now is really not helping me.

I can't lose anyone else, Michael.

My heart can't handle it.

[Beeping]

- [Line Ringing]
- [Man] Hej!

Hi! Mr. Olsen. Hi, this is Liz Parker
calling from the United States.

- I'm calling about Alex Whitman.
- This is not Mr. Olsen.

- Oh. May I speak to him, please?
- No one by that name lives here.

Well, I'm holding something
that says this is their number.

46-1784-7259.

That is the number you dialed.
But my name is Lind.

And please, I would appreciate
you not calling again. Good-bye.

- [Line Clicks]
- [Hanging Up Receiver]

Their address should be
right there on the sales slip.

If it's an international order,
all we take's a credit card number.

- Okay, well, can I have that then?
- No.

No, no. I'm not some psycho stalker. I am
just looking to confirm a phone number...

- or an address... anything.
- Why don't you try directory assistance?

Because there's over
40,000 Olsens in Sweden.

- Well, I'm sorry, but I'm very...
- No, you're not! I'm in an impossible situation.

I need to locate someone
in Sweden. I'm here in Roswell.

You have the information.
Why can't you just give it to me?

Because I'm trying to run a business,
not a detective agency.

Fifty-one, 52, 53.
That's $2,053.78.

Fifty-one, 52, 53.
That's $2,053.78.

Let me guess. First car?

A trip to Europe.

[Chattering]

- Great news.
- Mine's even better.

Mrs. Fleischauer called and talked
to someone up in San Francisco.

They can't say officially,
but I'm high on their list.

I figured out a way
we can make this work.

- Santa Fe State?
- I talked to one of their admissions counselors.

They loved Santa Fe. They wouldn't
shut up about the whole night life there.

Best of all, the university
has rolling admissions.

So you can start
as early as next winter.

But I didn't apply to Santa Fe State.

But that's what
the application's for, Iz.

It's perfect.
You'll only be a few hours away...

and I think we can talk Mom and Dad
into getting you a car or something.

So you can be mobile.

I don't want to go
to Santa Fe State, Max.

Isabel, you've been indulged
in this for too long.

[Scoffing]
"Indulged"! In planning my future?

"Isabel Evans has really
enjoyed growing up in Roswell...

"and as much as she loves
her hometown...

"and shows that love through
hours of community service...

"I believe Roswell is just too small
to contain the potential...

of a woman like Isabel Evans."

This-This is from Mrs. Seymour
at the homeless shelter.

That's what she thinks about me.
And I have dozens.

Dozens of other recommendations
just like it. Do you know why?

Because, as far as the outside
world is concerned, Max...

I'm a bright and talented,
upstanding member...

of the community
of planet Earth.

I've played the role to perfection.
Now, it is my turn.

Don't make me the bad guy in all this.

You are the bad guy in all of this.

How could you send Michael
to come and talk to me?

It's like the Alien Mafia.

- [Sighs]
- You can't go.

I have news for you, little brother.
I'm going.

I'm going to college in San Francisco.

Every teacher in West Roswell High knows
it. Mom and Dad are thrilled about it.

So either jump on the bandwagon
or get out of my way.

Get out.

Isabel.

Isabel, if I have to, I will do everything
in my power to keep you here.

I will tell our parents
you have a drug problem.

I will notify your teachers that you have
cheated on every test for the last three years.

If you ever leave Roswell
without my consent...

I will physically drag you back.

For the last time, the answer is no.

Period.

- You're killing me.
- You let it get this far.

Fine.

This Isabel Evans is dead.

You want to be the leader, see
how it works without any followers.

Ooh, Isabel Evans!
You are so hot when you're pissed.

- [Grunting]
- [Chattering]

- [Boy] Is he all right?
- [Boy #2] He's all right.

Ugh! Piece of crap!

Need some help? I'm pretty good
with this kind of thing.

[Coughs] Michael, you're in a house
full of very self-sufficient women here.

Why don't you just get a new one?

Me and this garbage disposal have had
a pretty good relationship.

Yeah, but what if
it broke down for good?

What if, like, in his own way,
he wanted out permanently?

Do you think he's thinking of leaving?

Well, maybe he realizes
he can't be around forever.

And to just stay and be here...

and crush garbage until he leaves,
will give people a false sense of security.

[Sighs]
Look, Michael...

we're both getting what we need
out of this situation.

And sure, the disposal won't
always be around, but what is?

Maybe tomorrow isn't
something to really worry about.

Maybe.

Give me that hammer.
[Clears Throat]

[Banging]

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Did you see that? I fixed it!

- Nice one, Ms. DeLuca.
- Yeah!

- Liz, where are you going?
- Sweden.

Are you kiddin' me?
Get in the car.

- No!
- What did you tell your parents?

I'm gonna call them from the airport.
I'm gonna tell them...

my girlfriend in Florida had a crisis,
and she needed me.

They'll call your aunt.
Your aunt'll say you're not there.

Well, then I'll think of something else.

- You the airport?
- [Max] No!

Actually, I am. You're late.

- Liz, don't get in that cab.
- Load it up.

- Liz, get in my car.
- What are you gonna do?
You gonna throw me in it?

- You have to listen to me!
- Don't even pull that king card on me, Max.

I'm not Isabel.
You can't boss me around.

If this is about being pissed at me, fine.
Punish me all you want.

But what about everyone else?
What you're doing puts them at risk.

What I'm doing may save their lives!

You have a responsibility to Michael,
Isabel and Tess not to get in that cab.

And I have responsibility to Alex
to find out what really happened.

Liz, if you go, our friendship is over.

I guess that's the price
I have to pay.

Somebody killed Alex and covered up
his death. Why don't you see that, Max?

Wake up!

[Taxi Door Slams,
Engine Revs]

What's this?

Sit down.

We've been through
some rough stuff lately.

The thing is, you're right.

I can't really imagine it happening, but...

I am gonna leave someday.

It could be a year, or two, or fifty.

But I'm gonna leave.

It sucks. It's the choice
we made to be together.

But there is one thing
that I can promise you.

And that is,
that I can give you now.

- [Sniffling]
- [Sighs]

Now, I was thinkin', um...

this could go with that.

[Chuckles]

I thought I'd find you here.

My whole life, I've wanted
to be this... person.

This normal person.

Human.

My whole life, I've been thinking
that this alien side of me...

was this... bad thing.

This thing that made me a freak.

This monster.

I realize that I haven't just been hiding
from the government...

and the law this time.

I've been hiding from myself.

I don't know
what's going on anymore.

I thought I knew, but I don't.

I've lost everyone.

I'll be here for eternity.

I'm ready to wake up now.

- [Acoustic Guitar]
- [Woman Singing]

♪♪ [Electric Band, Singing Continues]

[Cell Phone Ringing]

Miss Parker?
Mr. Stockman from the embassy.

We found your building.
There's just one curiosity.

That structure
was torn down in 1994.

Three people in my office have
confirmed it: That building is gone.

He never went to Sweden.
Ripped By mstoll

♪♪ [Ends]