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Previously on
Roswell, New Mexico...

Liz, I have loved you
my entire life.

I'm gonna bring him back.

I'm only part alien,
but these visions

are a part of me.

I can't just turn off
a piece of myself,

even if it's dangerous.

You are gonna let
all of these people die,

and you are gonna let
the aliens take the blame.

What kind of work are you doing?

I am asking you
to trust me with this.

I have a family to protect.

You could've stopped Diego

without destroying
a year of my work!

Things are coming back to me.

Little flashes.

I know so little
about my own story.

The parts that I thought
I understood

are unraveling.

Howdy... partner.

Don't move.

Well, we can keep this cordial.

We're the same.
Why-why are we the same?

Listen, son...

I'm not your son.

Right?

Why do you look like me?

Well, I reckon you look like me.

Who are you?

Round here,

I go by Jones.

Oh, your mothers never told
you about me?

Can't say
that doesn't smart a bit.

Why don't I show you?

No!
No, stop!

Max. What did he do to you?

He, uh...

he told me that he's the Savior

and I'm the Clone.

All my life,

just a guy from Roswell.

♪ If I could make it
rain today... ♪

But you can't outrun
your history

when you're standing still.

♪ And wash away this...

I've been trying to put
the past behind me,

enjoy the time I have left
on this planet.

But I can't.

♪ Things are getting worse,
but I feel... ♪

Because this last year has
only brought more questions.

♪ And that's all that really
matters to me... ♪

About who I am.

And who I need to be
for the people I love.

For now, this letter
is the best I can do.

And if I run out of time
before I figure it all out,

I want you to know
what I think about

every time I close my eyes.

♪ I want to know,
I want to know... ♪

The universe brought us together
not once but twice.

♪ I want to know,
I want to know ♪

♪ And all I really know is...

I have to believe
it'll do it again.

♪ I want to know.

Oh, please, Dr. Roswell,
don't cut me.

Cytosine promises he will never
hook up with adenine ever again.

Splicing RNA is hard enough

without the base pairs
playing out in a telenovela.

Well, then, if you must cut

that genome out of my life,

I would
perhaps suggest

a little to the left.

And now up. Ah.

-That's the spot.
-Ah!

Success.

Okay.

You know, not that I don't think
your RNA voice work

is top-notch, but I do feel like

I need to see physical proof
you have two PhDs.

Oh, I promise I can

separate platelets
with the best of them,

but thankfully, Genoryx
have graciously taken pity on me

and my charming personality.

And, uh...

I think you should do the same.

Have a drink with me tonight.

Uh, b-but we have a rare,
degenerative brain disorder

to solve, Heath.

Yeah, and, uh, we also just
created a proprietary code

that's showing promise in
helping paraplegics walk again.

I'm not asking you
on a date, Roswell.

I'm just asking you to do
what normal colleagues do.

You know? Get out of the lab,

acknowledge when we've done
great work.

Maybe share a
bottle of wine,

get a little drunk,
release some tension,

succumb to the moment.

I think that last part
was adenine.

I swear.

Good news.
Corporate called.

They're thrilled
that our formula

was approved by the FDA.

Okay, so we're
on to clinical trials?

Which Le Placage
will begin immediately.

But how did we cut
through the red tape?

Because Le Placage is
a skin care company.

I'm sorry, our regenerative
formula for paraplegic

spinal injury victims
is gonna be used on fine lines?

We knew it showed promise
for other applications.

Yeah, but that gives them an
exclusive lease on the patent,

so it's not gonna be used
medically at all.

Only for ten years.

Uh, the good news
is that

corporate approved
a substantial bump

to the research budget
for your neuro study.

Congratulations.

So,

commiserating drink, then,
tonight?

-♪

♪ Life is just
a lonely highway ♪

♪ I'm out here on
the open road ♪

♪ I'm old enough
to see behind me ♪

♪ But young enough
to feel my soul ♪

♪ I don't want
to lose you, baby... ♪

How much tequila
has he had today?

Oh, I think this is less booze

and more convincing
himself that a year later

he's really over
Liz Ortecho.

Yeah, I don't see much
Liz wallowing as he tries

to best my one-night stand score
at the Pony.

-Mm.
-Boys are gross.

We are.

What do you say
we give this little rodeo clown

a run for his money?

Oh, absolutely.

Uh, you can't just zap
me into a mindscape

while I'm riding
a mechanical bull.

Huh. Looks like I just did.

I'm gonna bust out of here.

My mind palace?
I doubt it.

See, what you two rookies need

is to work on
your mind control defense

if you want
to take on Jones unscathed.

Remember, there's no lying
in the mindscape.

Let the games begin.

Okay. Are you still dating

that bartender chick
from Planet 7?

I'll tell you six positions
we've tried

and you can tell me
which one I'm making up.

All right, that's gonna
need more tequila.

Are you stalling
on finishing the cage for Jones?

Uh, I've studied
how they muted alien powers

in Caulfield Prison,

but it's kind of hard
engineering a cage

that weakens alien powers
when I'm an alien.

Nice use of deflection.

Okay, my turn.

So, Max, do you miss

the waitress
who shall not be named?

Points for aliening
the robot cow

to evade my question, but...

you still haven't answered me
about Liz.

Well, let me answer your
question with another question.

Do you think that singer
would like a beer?

♪ Hey...

Absolutely.

As long as you're not
the one delivering it.

♪ Tell me, baby...

Round of tacos
says you're wrong.

Is something weird going on
with Max lately?

Weirder than him having an evil
twin hidden in the desert?

He seems fun.

Are you sure
this isn't misplaced nerves

about Alex coming home?

Because in last
night's mindscape,

you were sending out
some pretty intense,

"I think it's our time" vibes.

Uh-huh. After eight tequilas,

maybe we should have
a moratorium on truth exercises.

-Seems like the new
patio's a success.

Hey.

A guy just dropped
this off for you.

Oh.

Said it's a gift?

Oh. Yeah, that's from Bert.

He's in my
Woman as Warrior class,

and apparently he's been
making his own mead.

Mmm.

Hey, well, I'm not one

to let artisanal alcohol
go to waste, so...

I want to take a bath in that.

Aren't you supposed to be
on a date somewhere?

Uh, I was busy carrying
in that crate for you.

Gregory Manes.

You did not bail
on the cute teacher

who likes to make
her own pottery.

Dating just sucks now.

And the second a girl hears
my last name,

she asks about the accident,

and then I got to
tell some lame lie,

because the truth
doesn't scream,

"Will you be the father
of my children?"

Listen,

what happened with your dad
was not your fault.

You know that.

And if you ask me,
I think you're a hero.

Well, there's a statue
in the town square

that super disagrees with you.

More mead, please.

Would you mind staying sober
and giving me a ride home?

My truck
is in the shop.

Pretty please?

Kyle, I'm so sorry,
I'm so sorry.

I completely lost track
of time and...

Like, days? Is y-- is your
medical convention over?

It's okay. I know you're busy.

But I do have time for a drink

before I head to LAX.

And so, then, can I interest you
in a gourmet meal?

It's five stars, I promise.

Uh-huh.

Did your feisty Latina reina

give you the nickel tour
of L.A.?

Uh, Steph took me to Alvarado's.

Mm! I hear it's got
a great view of the city.

I think she hoped the view

would soften the blow
of the breakup.

I can't blame her.

Y-You invented a cure
that miraculously saved her life

at the one-yard line

and now she doesn't want
to be tied to Roswell.

Why do you have
to be tied to Roswell?

Actually, a position opened
at my old hospital in New York.

You can get your job back?

Promotion.

So you're curious
what your next step is.

I am curious where
I actually set up my life.

I mean, isn't that why you
moved here to Los Angeles?

I mean...
you must love the beaches.

I love it.

Liz?

Have you seriously not been
to the beach?

You had pictures
of the ocean

in your locker,come on!

I know you're trying
to save the world.

Right now, I would
just settle for saving

Maria's mind from degenerating
every time she has a vision.

But I'm stuck
trying to replicate

what I did with Steph
without my notes or tapes

or antibodies
from Noah's choroid plexus

because Max Evans roasted them.

You weren't gonna solve a global
pandemic with Noah's corpse.

You don't know that.

Why are you defending Max right
now? You got to be Team Liz!

-Team Liz!
-As the founding member
of Team Liz,

I got to tell you,
you seem unhappy.

I just can't believe
it's been a whole year.

Max hasn't come for you.

Have you even gone
on a date?

I have, yes.

Mm-hmm. How many second dates?

Because my guess

is there's
a lot more petri dishes

that have shared Chardonnay
with you than suitors.

Is it really fair to some
new guy if I keep looking

over my shoulder hoping
that Max is gonna show up?

He's not coming, Liz.

I know that's
tough to hear,

but if you've got your life
on hold for him...

He's moved on.

Like, you have to do things
that make you feel alive

if you're gonna kill it
at work, you know that.

Remember who you are.

You are Liz Ortecho.

You don't just
accept things that suck.

You change them.

Wow, a '65 Mustang

with a Windsor HiPo V8.

I cannot believe it.

I bought it off an
old drag racing buddy

a couple months ago.

You used to drag race?

Is that really so hard
to believe?

Uh, for Guerin, no.

For the sweet, one-beer-a-night,
second grade teacher?

Uh, yeah.

Well, sorry to break it to
you, but your ex doesn't own

the rights to troubled
and self-destructive.

Okay, why don't
you tell him that?

You guys are good, right?

Some things are just
not meant to be.

And how do you know
when they are?

So you got any moves
with this baby?

How's that?
That too much?

No way.

-Are you okay?
-I don't know.

I saw this coffin

and I think someone's gonna die.

Hey, Manes.

Hey, I didn't expect you
to meet me.

I wasn't exactly at war.

Look, there's, uh, something
I need to talk to you about.

It's kind of urgent.

How urgent?

Men have needs, you know?

And I've kind of
been off at war, so...

Qué susto.
You look like La Llorona.

I was up all night
waging a one-woman war

against corporate America.

Mm.

What's wrong?

Uh, nothing.

Today is my first day
of art therapy.

What happened
to the last therapist?

Talk therapy doesn't exactly
work for bipolar disorder

when you're covering up
an alien resurrection.

But that's not

why I'm calling.
I'm actually calling about Mom.

No.

She sent a package

with all of her plans
from last year

to take down Jesse Manes.

This letter asking
for forgiveness.

And...

...butyricol.

That's the drug she used
to erase Jenna Cameron's

memory of her.

I'll deal with it
when I'm home next.

Do you think by then
you'll, like, have a real couch?

I'm working on it.

This was your brain
four months ago.

Notice your right temporal lobe?

The dark parts are growing.

Every vision steals
a little more from you.

If you don't put back on
your protective bracelet

you could be--

Unable to recognize faces?

Forgetting where I am,
and wandering like my mom?

Whoa, but there's a difference
between you and her.

You can stop this.

Okay, I came in
and I got the scans

after my visions
just like you said.

-Why are you fighting me on this?
-Because...

last night...

I saw a funeral.

Whatever you're here to ask me,

you already know
it's a bad idea.

Why am I having
these visions

if I'm not supposed
to do anything

about them?
I don't know.

But I do know that
people die all the time.

It's gonna happen
whether you know

who's in that
coffin or not.

What I can keep from
ending poorly

is your life.

Please...

reconsider the bracelet.

Do I have competition?

No.

It's my brother and Maria
making sure I got in okay.

And did you?

Get in okay?

Look, I did come
to meet you today to talk.

But we got caught up.

But it is important.

Have you ever heard of Deep Sky?

Remember, this is
about learning to see.

Not just with your eyes,
but with your heart.

Don't push your traumas
away in your art.

Paint the pain that
makes you powerful.

If you could just...

sign this form for court,

I'll be
out of your hair.

Grab an easel, Mr. Long.

I'll sign that in four hours.

Look, guys like me get recruited

into Deep Sky
all the time, Alex.

Next time lead with, "Babe,
I'm a cold-blooded mercenary."

I'm not a mercenary, okay?

I'm-I'm an archivist.

And to think I was going to tell
you I wanted to be exclusive.

I didn't have a choice
but to keep it from you.

At Deep Sky, secrecy is
the price of admission.

Then why are you risking
telling me now?

They're gonna try
to recruit you, Alex.

You think I would go AWOL?

Join a group of paramilitary
murderers?
No.

But you might take
an honorable discharge

and join a group of innovators

who hold the secrets
to the universe.

What kind of secrets?
I mean...

We talking, like, Bigfoot?

No, Bigfoot isn't real.

JFK,

that little chamber
behind Mount Rushmore...

Aliens?

I only have A-level clearance.

You're being tapped for E.

Think of it like
the Pentagon.

The deeper you go, the
more answers you find.

You're afraid I won't be able
to resist those answers?

If you go deep...

you'll be cut off from everyone.

And I don't want
to lose you to them.

Look, I'm leaving Roswell
tonight on my book tour.

10:00 p.m. bus.

I really hope
you'll come with me.

♪ So get bent.

I love this song!

What, you're doing my job now?

Doesn't feel
good, does it?

Funny story, actually.

The paramedics owed me a favor

and I used it
on your stupid ass.

Because you haven't been coming
to any of your appointments.

Which I decided was
your own messed-up choice,

until Maria comes
to me this morning

and said she had
a vision of a funeral.

She doesn't know.

But I have a pretty good idea.

You're dying, Max.

Soon.

And it's time you tell the truth

because I'm not keeping
this secret anymore.

Well, I know that this is
in no way whatsoever a date,

but, uh,
damn, Roswell.

Even I, future first Latina
to win a Noble Prize,

Elizabeth Christina Magdalene...

-Magdalene?
-Communion name. Ortecho...

Might need two prizes
to fit all those names.

...can shed my lab onesie
and glasses

and come have a Chardonnay
and sushi with my cleaned-up,

but still slightly scruffy...

Well, got to keep it manly,
even in the labby.

...partner in crime.

To making something
great together.

It's Margot.

Our patent was leaked.

Hey.

Where's your shock?

This was, like,
eight months of our lives,

and you're not exactly
the calm one here in the du...

What did you do, Roswell?

All right, Genoryx owns
your-your computer,

your phone,
your apartment building

and your I.P.,
so if it's you,

you're toast.

Let's just say for, like,
one moment, that it's me.

Oh.
And... then what?

I have a buddy
in the tech field.

He wants me
to consult

on a DNA sequence
for a security system.

If I agree, I bet
that he could cook up

some sort of
computer worm to maybe...

No. No, no, no. I don't
want you to call in

such a huge favor for me.

Well, good,
because it's not for you.

I got into genetics

because my mother's
early-onset Alzheimer's

made me in an orphan
when I was nine.

I've spent
my entire adult life

trying to make
her suffering worth it.

I can't lose this neurostudy.

Genoryx will not
take away our grant

just because
they lost some money.

That would be
a publicity nightmare.

You're right, they can't.

But they can fire you,
for cause...

...and me right along with you.

I can't approve
your anger management hours

if you didn't participate
in the therapy, Wyatt.

Sure I did.
There's-there's my art.

That's not art.

It's a penis.

It's a cactus. See?

That's a flower
right there on that testicle.

Lady, it's not my fault
that I'm bad at art.

Art is gay.

Hey. You...

look just like...

Rosa Ortecho?

Yeah, I-I get
that all the time.

I'm her cousin Rosalinda,
but I-I never met her.

I was really young
when she died.

I've known the Ortecho family
my entire life

and there is no such thing
as a Rosalinda.

Okay,

well, then,
go with the logical explanation.

I'm her ghost. Boo.

What are you doing here, Max?

I can feel you're stressed.

Need me to adjust the pacemaker?

I want you to finish the cage.

And I don't need a mindscape

to tell you're lying
about delaying it.

We have answers here
we can't ignore.

We can,
and we should.

'Cause what we have here
is someone

our moms called the devil.

Safely locked away.

All our lives you've been
asking questions.

Uh-- what happened
to that Michael Guerin?

What happened to the Max Evans

who covered up a murder
to keep our secret?

I was wrong to do that.

I was a scared 17-year-old kid.

But I can't afford
to be scared anymore.

Maybe we should be scared.

According to Tripp's journals,
Jones stepped off a ship

and he ignited a war
between humans and aliens

with a flick of his wrist.

You don't want to finish
the cage, fine.

I'll find another way to do it.

To what?

What, you're gonna
build one yourself?

What has gotten into you?

I can feel it, too.

What are you keeping from us?

D-Did something happen?

When Jones touched you
before we threw him in the pod?

No, it's not, it's not that.

Well, it's something.

And if you don't come
clean, I think Iz

should get inside his head,

play another round of truth

to get to the heart
of the matter?

The heart is what's the matter.

No. No.

You're better.

Valenti did a transplant.
It's better.

Yeah...

and my body's rejecting it.

My time is almost up.

I'm dying.

You've known for a year.

We-we could've had time
to save you.

If I told you a year ago

you would've just
wasted that time again.

What are you talking about?

We didn't waste our time
last year. You're alive.

You didn't think that I was
strong enough to handle this.

No, I just wanted to leave you
with good memories.

Oh, and you thought
that's what we needed?

A year of tequila
and skeet shooting

and then you're through?

I was trying to do right by you.

Both of you.

You know,
it was the craziest thing.

My girlfriend dumped me,

I'm broker
than I've ever been,

Alex took off, there was
a global pandemic, and yet,

I was happy.

Because this.

Because us three,
because we were good.

And I was wrong.

Well, there's still time
for answers.

Max, just don't!

We didn't deserve this.

You got to take
a deep breath, buddy.

We still got to get
to the third floor.

Hey, you know what?
Remove a plasid from a bacteria,

I'm your guy.
I'm not Ethan Hunt.

I still have student loans.

It's America. Everyone
has student loans.

-How are you so calm?
-I'm always good
when it comes to the science.

In this instance, I'm fighting
for the chance to keep doing it.

Well, then, I suppose
you have some brilliant,

cutting-edge plan
to get past this.

Actually, we're gonna hit the
yellow wire with 50,000 volts.

Okay.

You know what's weird?
I didn't realize that you were

so familiar with
-electrical currents.
-I'm not.

I used to know somebody...

You know what?
It's not important, so...

Ready?

Hey.
Hey.

Haven't seen you
around here lately.

Yeah. Oh, you know,
Alex is back.

Did you, uh, come to
invite me to the wedding?

Had to go and make it awkward,
huh, DeLuca?

But no.

This is alien business.

I heard you had
a funeral vision.

Came here to stop you

from throwing on your cape
and playing hero about it.

We're not having
last year's conversation

all over again, are we?

I didn't come here to
fall into old patterns.

It's Max in the coffin.

His body is rejecting
Noah's heart.

Oh, my God, Michael.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I just came here to give you
some clarity, okay?

Um, before anyone
gets hurt more.

Okay. My hacker buddy
rewrote the chip, so... Mm-hmm.

Dr. Margot Meyerson identified.

Testing resting heart rate.

What? What?

-No. Did we know about this test?
-No.

Fail. 71.

I-I mean, her resting heart rate
must be higher than yours.

Okay, let's test your ticker.

Resting heart rate

-outside range for Meyerson.
-Should I do some jumping jacks?

No, no, no.
That's gonna make it skyrocket.

Okay, so, then,
I'm going to jail.

I think you like me.

What?

I think you thought
that a good bottle of wine

and a drive around the hills
would lead to a kiss.

76.

Oh, you do want to kiss me.

-78.
-I mean,

we're already
breaking the rules.

What's one more naughty thing

to just pile on top?

82. Resting heart rate success.

Ooh!

Welcome to the third floor,
Margot Meyerson.

After you, partner.

Cute.

I need to get a social circle

that can't unlock doors
with their mind.

Well, fear not, Valenti.

Apparently, that circle
is rapidly shrinking.

He told you.

Can you mentally unlock
the top file cabinet, please?

What's on your mind?

-Treatment.
-What Liz,

Guerin, and I did
with duct tape and bubble gum

still needed Rosa and a small
miracle to get Evans upright.

If I thought
there was an answer,

I'd personally
drive Liz back here.

This is the part
where you pour me more tequila

and tell me there isn't.

Okay, just don't give me
any cheesy pamphlets to read.

I keep hoping Alex would pop in
with some...

alien glass piece that holds
a medical textbook on you.

But there is no you to study.

Worse, there's nobody
from your planet

to ask about how you work.

I don't know.

How much time does he have?

In my case study of one...

not long.

Thank you...

for caring.

"Do no harm" is
right on that door.

We all know you do
far more than that.

Vitals are normal...

for Max.

His sutures are healing well.

Color is back
in his cheeks and fingertips.

His hands feel
like his hands again.

Max, I know you can't hear me.

Or maybe it's different for you.

Can you feel me
holding your hand?

All this with Max,

it really makes you wonder
what you would do

if you were on borrowed time.

Mm-hmm.

Do you ever wish
you knew more about your dad?

And potentially uncover
more half siblings?

No, thanks.

I, uh, I might have a chance

to find out more
than my dad ever could.

Haven't we swiped
enough alien bodies

from the morgue in one lifetime?

Look, if I take it,
I have a feeling

I won't be having too many
more of these fireside chats.

With anyone.

What's your heart telling you?

To say no.

Put it all behind me,

ride off into the sunset
with a cute guy.

But cleaning up after
Project Shepherd this past year,

I cannot help but think that...

...if my family oversaw
something that went so wrong...

maybe there is someone out there
who could have gotten it right.

I just came back
from a convention

in transplant medicine

where specialists
from all over the world

shared their experiences.

Yeah, listening
to them talk, it...

reminded me what I used to love
so much about being a doctor.

What, the rush of discovery?

No, the camaraderie
in sharing those discoveries.

I can't tell you
what choice to make.

But I can tell you that alone
is a lonely place to be.

♪ I wonder

♪ Is there's anything
I'm going to miss... ♪

We're closed.

♪ How's it going to be when...

I know who you are.

You're drunk.

And you're...

a liar!

♪ Between you and me...

Rosalinda Ortecho doesn't exist.

And if it takes a second
autopsy to confirm it...

...so be it.

I know you, Rosa.

I'd know you anywhere.

The way you draw
on your canvas shoes.

Third Eye Blind on the jukebox.
Your damn necklace.

There's something odd
about you.

Wyatt, you're crazy.

If I'm so crazy,
then why are all these lights

going blinky-blinky
in here, huh?

Oh, yeah!

It's just crazy Wyatt

acting crazy again!

My sister never should
have been near you.

Your drunk,
illegal ass killed her.

No!

-Never pegged you as
a brew-and-book guy.

So, what did you
have me pegged as?

Bourbon and a
bad attitude.

Well...

you're half right.

So, what kind of girl are you?

The kind that sits...

and adds a boy's
bourbon to her brew.

♪ Life is just
a lonely highway ♪

♪ I'm out here
on the open road ♪

♪ I'm old enough
to see behind me ♪

♪ But young enough
to feel my soul ♪

♪ I don't want
to lose you, baby ♪

♪ And I don't want to be alone

♪ Don't want to live my days
without you ♪

♪ But for now
I've got to be without you ♪

♪ I've got a pocket
full of money ♪

♪ And a pocket full of keys

♪ That have no bounds

♪ But then I think of lovin'

♪ And I just...

So you're...

absolutely certain?

Last 24 hours wiped
from the drive.

Yeah. Well,
hopefully they don't notice

that your Monday looks
an awful lot like my Monday.

Half an episode
of The Floor Is Lava,

yacht rock memes
and, uh...

oh, some mild BDSM porn.

But only because... Okay, that's good, thank you.

You're welcome, Roswell.

I'm sorry I didn't consider
the repercussions

when I leaked the formula.

I know you
probably could've sat back

and watched me
get eaten alive, so...

Who was it that made you
so distrustful, Liz?

♪ It's just that
I can't breathe without you ♪

I'm not trying to ruin you.

All right? You're brilliant,

and there aren't enough people
like you on the planet, so...

You know, if you're
gonna go all mad scientist

and break the rules, just...

break 'em better.

Enough talking.

I want to make
your heart race again.

♪ But when it comes
to loving... ♪

Another round?

No more booze.

I am gonna need
you awake

for at least
a few hours.

One question.

If you're hoping this will be
more than one night...

No phone numbers. No breakfast.

No going fishing with my daddy
after church with my mom.

I get it.

Now, would you just...

Sorry, we're closed.

Of course I'm upset.

This is like Noah
all over again.

We are covering up a murder.

Get off!

It's not Max.

Howdy, partner.