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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

This should restore your powers.

Max doesn't want the cure.
He's made his choice.

- What happened to the mist?
- Might've inhaled a bit.

It's opened my mind up
to infinite possibilities,

including one that is so close to my heart.

- She's dead.
- She doesn't have to be.

That mist will not regenerate human cells.

You have created the compound

that boosts brain power beyond limit.

Imagine if the brilliant Liz Ortecho

- tried just a little.
- No, Shivani, don't do it.

She's barely breathing. Are you
sure you know what you're doing?

No, I got no idea

but I've got the alien doc in my ear.

Grab the heart rate monitor.

Do we need one for Shivani, too?

No, they kept her at Senovative.
She's not as bad.

Liz must've taken the brunt of that mist.

Valenti, you got any idea what a-a gallon

of performance-enhancing alien
solution could do to a human?

- When is he supposed to get here?
- Uh, it's gonna be a little while.

Kyle's in Car eyes tracking Allie Meyers.

Sorry, he's in Mexico?

Yeah, it's a long story.
Did you call your dad?

No. About alien drugs? Absolutely not.

Nobody wants him here screaming over

justice for his Elizabeth.

Her temp is 101.3.

- Heart rate's dropping.
- Is there anyone else

at Deep Sky that can help us?

He said there's no one who knows more

about alien science than me.

Which is comforting to no one, so...

We need to find the naloxone.

Valenti said it'll block
the drug, reverse its effects.

That's for opioids,

not alien narcotics. How can he be so sure

- that that's gonna work?
- He can't.

Hey, it's going up, that's good.

Valenti said it needs to be

- closer to 60.
- Okay, this is an alien problem.

Maybe we need to attack it in an alien way.

If we jump into her mind... But she's
comatose and you are basically human.

We have no idea what
this is dong to her brain.

Exactly, which is why we need
to talk to a scientist.

No offense, Michael.

Okay, well, I will go in, then, alone.

No. If anyone can reach her
in there, it's me.

We need answers.

Okay, fine. You coming?

No, I think you got it.
I got to make a phone call.

Thank you.

You ready for this?

I don't get it.

When you were in trouble,
your mind was crumbling.

Maria's was haunted.

Why is Liz's so normal?

I don't think, uh,

horses are normal.

And neither are they.

Cowboy bodyguards.

Can't say that she doesn't have a type.

Hey, uh, any of you buckaroos

know where we can find Liz Ortecho?

Max!

Don't do this! I'm here to help!

- Did you find Liz?
- No, it's like

a "Cowboy on Elm Street" in there.

- I got shot.
- What about Max?

- Why isn't he waking up?
- Oh, God.

Max got taken.

Is he trapped inside?

I think they both are.

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Okay, this is strange.

Um...

Am I dreaming?

Or is this a mindscape?

Surprise!

Ten years, Sheriff.

What a feat.

Sheriff of my own mind.

Cute. I'm sure Freud would be
interested in that one.

Uh, where's Max?

On his book tour?

Oh. He finally wrote his novel.

His third novel. You o-okay, Sheriff?

Yeah. Yeah, I will be, as soon as I wake up.

But if I can't wake up, then...

This is definitely a mindscape.

Liz, it's Max.

He's been kidnapped.

Max kidnapped, Isobel Evans murdered.

It's unthinkable.

Why here? Why Max?

Why you?

Uh, I don't know about the first two,

but seeking justice will never
be out of my blood.

I may be retired,

but Deputy Machete's still got skills.

Deputy Mache... No, mm-mmm.

You can stay put.

Little sisters don't get
to boss their family around.

Shouldn't you be Frida Kahlo in this?

This is your man we're talking about, okay?

I already spoke to the bartender,

and she said she only heard one shot fired.

So the real question:

how does a gunslinger
as fast as Isobel Evans get got?

'Cause Isobel Evans isn't a gunslinger.

She's an alien swords woman.

Ugh! Think, Liz. Think, think, think.

Okay. I was, uh...

I was arguing with Shivani.
She broke the canister.

I inhaled the mist.

That is why I'm trapped
in my own Tombstone mindscape.

Every time that we are trapped
in one of these rodeos

it's because the person whose head we're in

has something to sort out.

- Liz, you're traumatized.
- No. No, no, no.

I think I'm thinking very clearly.

What I need to do is follow the path

and figure out why I'm here.

Max is missing. Take a minute, mija.

I can't. In order to wake up,
I have to solve the riddle.

Okay? And the first step is to find it.

Liz, Mira.

That's the direction of...

My house.

Ask and you shall receive.

Okay, Machete, stay here. Vamos.

"Surrender Sheriff, or the real Max dies."

What does he mean "real Max"?

It means Max came in after me.

But if he dies in here
he's not gonna die out there.

He'll just get ejected.

Unless...

I'm scared to ask.

Sweaty palms.

Slowed pulse.

In the real world, I'm dying.

I can't get back in.

It's like there's a barrier.

Shivani's docs said the drugs
turned her into Jimmy Neutron.

Before she passed out,

she was writing formulas on the board

in subjects she never even studied.

If the alien proteins in that compound

grafted onto Liz's cells,

maybe it's giving her mind the ability to...

bind Max inside.

In other words, Max is struck
in there until Liz wakes up?

Or until Liz dies.

In which case, Max dies too.

She's got a rash on her chest.

- Oh, God.
- Her pulse is declining.

- What do we do now, Guerin?
- How would I know?

I engineer alien tech, not bodies.

Clearly, Kyle trusted you.

Because he had no choice.

Maybe it's time to call a doctor,

because right now it might as well

be Sanders working on them.

I already called one.

Heath?

You're back in Roswell?

For the time being, yeah.

It's good to see you
not dangling on a window,

but, last I checked, man,

you're-you're a scientist.
You're not a physician.

Actually, I am back in med school,

but thanks for the warm welcome.

The only people who can beat Heath

in an alien science fair are

either in Mexico or...

So, what's your prognosis?

Well, I can't be sure
until I run some more tests,

but...

cold hands, fever, rash...
It could be autoimmune.

- Meaning?
- Meaning that the mist

could be causing her body to attack itself.

I'm gonna give her some steroids.

It should suppress the immune response.

Well, at least, in normal circumstances.

But nothing is normal in Roswell.

- Hey, what's happening?
- Is it-is it working? - HEATH: Yes, but

not like I'd hoped.

I need to mix up something stronger.

Alien toxins call for alien cures...

Shocking.

- Do you need help?
- No.

No, uh, you should stay here

- with them.
- And do what?

Want me to read them a bedtime story?

Actually, that's not a bad idea.

I-I mean, from what you've
all said about mindscapes,

they sound like a convergence of

our conscious and subconscious minds.

You throw in a little trauma

and you've basically got a coma.

A-And coma patients react well

to familiar voices around them.

Here, I'll show you to the lab.

Well, this is it.

The Den of Outlaws

one thing which you have raided many times

And don't seem to remember.

Okay, if my mind conjured up
a villain to kidnap Max,

and this is where villains go, then...

someone here probably knows who took him.

I know this song.

Maria sings it

when something's wrong.

Yeah, I mean, there's plenty wrong.

Max is missing, and you think that we're
living in a parallel universe.

Yes, one where Max's fate is tied to mine.

Look, we got to find him and
get out of here before I die.

You guys are way too codependent.

Hey.

Maria.

I got to get up there.

- I'm looking for Max.
- He's been taken.

Got some real hot pistols up there.

Keep your wits about you.

Here you go, ma'am.

High stakes hold 'em,

starring Michael as Doc Holliday.

Go figure.

And there's his partner in crime.

We'll be over there if you need anything.

Who's got the hot hand?

That guy's a yellow-bellied
something or other.

Took all my tequila money.

This one's on the house.

Heath.

To calm the nerves.

Slinging drinks instead of serums, huh?

Good for you.

My God, that is bitter.

It tastes like medicine.

I'm overdosing.

Always happy to help.

Sanders is right, though.

That guy's robbing the locals blind.

You going after him?

Looks that way.

Is there a problem, Sheriff?

You.

Where's Max?

If you want anything from me,
you have to win it in the game.

I have to play poker to learn a lesson.

How very literal.

How about we take a shortcut

and Michael plays for me?

And if he wins this hand,
then you tell me where Max is.

I win, I get that ring in your pocket.

How did you know I had that in there?

Little birdie told me.

Said that's what it's all about for you.

What does that even mean?

We playing?

Or you too chicken?

I am the villain, after all.

I'm all in.

He's all in.

Jacks have it.

I guess you win.

Funny thing,

Max isn't mine to give.

Liz!

He's getting away.

Go, we'll get Kyle.

Rosa. Maria. Kyle!

Liz!

I thought you were bringing Kyle.

This is Kyle.

I wish I had a second
to Freud this up, but I don't.

Okay.

Why couldn't you be a car? Come on.

Come on, Kyle!

Hyah.

Where is he? Where's Max?

He's safe.

But he'll die if you don't
make the right choice.

- Which is?
- Surrender.

Don't look so surprised.

Aren't we always our own worst enemy,

- Elizabeth?
- You created this.

Why?

You're a smart girl.

Merlot and Morissette it.

Hyah.

- Hey. How's it going?
- Well,

the drug has latched on
to Liz's nerve receptors.

Somehow it's managed to trick
her immune system into thinking

that her own nerves
are actually foreign bodies.

Which would be an easy fix,

if I had a way to camouflage alien proteins

inside human biology.

Unfortunately, NYU hasn't
quite gotten there yet.

Thank you for not giving up.

Yeah.

So, uh...

how long has Dallas been missing?

No more than a day.

Listen, I'm sorry

that I didn't tell you over the phone.

I just thought that
you should hear it in person.

You know, I almost didn't
go back to med school.

I didn't want to leave Dallas.

But I convinced myself that he would be okay

because he has his little threesome.

- Triad.
- He had Isobel and Michael to help him

understand who he is. He had Liz and Kyle

in case he got sick again.

I mean, what could possibly go wrong, right?

Look, I-I'm sorry.

I-I distracted you.

It's not your fault.

Hey.

I was getting a little antsy,

thought maybe you needed some caffeine,

but I can see you guys are busy,

so...

I'm gonna go.

Hey.

Look, Bikini Kill.

Liz, she's got her boyfriend.

You've got your boyfriend.

I'm-a go get my boyfriend.

Heath is not my boyfriend, okay?

People hug when they're sad.

You stepped outside to make a call

and 30 minutes later, Heath swooped in.

So either Dr. Feelgood
came to town with you, or...

did you developed beam-me-up powers?

Or Heath came yesterday.

After you told me about Dallas.

Look, he's been helping me. When I

got to New York, Parsons was great.

All right? It was everything

that I needed, but it didn't
take me that long

to figure out that
art is only one part of me,

and there's a whole huge other part

that, unless I explore it,

I'm never gonna be who I actually am.

So you called Heath
to help you be a better alien?

He's the only one who knows alien DNA.

What about your sister?

And your brother?

There's no way that
I'm gonna have them knowing

that I feel lost.

You know how sick I am

of feeling like I am the needy sister.

I get that.

I just really made a huge
mistake by cutting myself off.

I think that if I had stayed connected

to the things that are important
I could've seen this coming.

Max is with Liz every single day,

and even he didn't see it coming.

I know, I just feel helpless.

But I'm guessing that you do, too.

It was bad enough when Alex went missing,

but now that I know he's trapped

in an alien-engineered sinkhole, yeah...

Sitting here doing nothing sucks.

Max jumped into a mindscape
after the woman he loves.

The least I can do is jump into
a sinkhole to save my soul mate.

Do you remember what happened the last time

that you abandoned all logic?

You threw me in a car and then blew me up.

Don't make the same mistake twice.

Listen, I know

that you want to help,

but cannon balling
into a sinkhole after Alex

isn't gonna help anybody.

Right now,

Heath is in there, really struggling

to figure out
how to camouflage alien protein,

and Kyle said that you're the only one

who can help.

Fine. But I don't know if...

Has he tried Max's blood yet?

Liz said Bonnie's virus mutes alien DNA.

So if it's still in him,

maybe we could reengineer it
to bolster the steroids.

Okay, why are we still standing here? Go.

Hi, uh...

my sister said I used to come here for help,

and I could really use some right now.

Are you the old Sheriff?

I was your old teacher, but...

I guess the mentor part's what counts.

Allie Meyers.

You know this... this isn't real, right?

Uh-huh.

So, you here to talk circular mRNA

or why you're stuck in Once
Upon a Time in Roswell?

I want to know why there are two of me.

You really need to conjure me to tell you

that in most big choices in life
we're of two minds?

The question is...

what are you weighing out?

Well, before I ended up here,

I-I was thinking about the drug.

And how on one hand it's dangerous, but...

on the other hand,
it could accomplish so much.

But I had already made
the decision not to take it.

I think your other half is pissed.

So she took Shivani's words literally

and trapped me in a dried-up dairy town?

Only now I'm the Tin Star cowboy?

She did what you do in the lab.

Created a scenario

for you to suss out an answer,

trading petri dishes for six-shooters.

An answer to what question?

I mean,

all I know is that
it has to do with Max dying,

and-and apparently Abuela's ring?

She's definitely
relishing being in the saddle.

You...

You got to keep playing the game.

No, God, I'm tired of the game, Allie.

- How do I wake up?
- Simple.

Follow the path, figure out what it is

that you don't want to confront.

You know, she-she's just
one part of me, right?

Like a split personality.

So I don't need her to survive.

There are no shortcuts, Liz.

Whatever dark truth she's carrying,

you're gonna have to face eventually.

I disagree.

Come on, ride with me.

Sorry, kid.

If you don't want to listen,
you're on your own.

Liz. Oh, thank God.

We're gonna take a walk.

No, Liz, you-you have to wake up.

That-that drug you took...
It's poison. It's killing you.

Stopping the drug
would be counterproductive.

It isn't killing me.

It's making me stronger.

You took it on purpose.

As much as I'd like to take credit...

Shivani dosed me.

But it was serendipity.

Like a girl

crossing paths with a sheriff
and his magic hands

on the night that she was shot.

Accidents are the spark of evolution.

The other Liz disagrees.

The other Liz?

She's been in charge for far too long.

Been searching for a way
to show her that she's lost,

and then you showed up... perfect pawn.

Can I get some water?

Looks like your sheriff finally wised up

and asked for a meeting.

You better hope she's ready to surrender.

So you're raising the white flag.

Actually, I'm ready to wake up.

And you think that's your choice?

I know it's not.

I need you to want to wake up, too,

which is why I'm extending an olive branch.

Let's parley.

Cute, but no.

Well, then I'm afraid this town
ain't big enough for the both of us.

Now that I have your attention,

I did some thinking.

Hmm.

All you are is a manifestation

of a dark, fleeting impulse I had

in a moment of weakness.

You were born out of a schism in my mind

that has been allowed to grow too deep.

So if I take you out, rid myself of

that dangerous urge,

there is nothing anchoring me or Max

- to this place.
- Pull the trigger.

But know that if you do,
Max's death will be on you.

Max won't die.

When I wake up, so will he.

And then what happens next?

Without me,

you'll be too scared to protect him.

Scared of what, exactly?

The other shoe to drop.

Right now, you're just

refusing to face it.

I'll figure it out.

How did you do that?

It's a metaphor, Liz.

For how strong we'll be on the other side.

See you at high noon.

I need you to find Liz.

And wake up, okay?

'Cause I'm the one that let you go in there

without a way to defend yourself.

Hey, how you doing?

Good, yeah. I'm good.

Well, Heath and Michael are now in the lab,

furiously mixing up an elixir

that... I quote... "will shield
Liz's neural receptors",

"buying her some time

so she can kick this thing's ass."

Liz and Max are in good hands.

I knew it was a bad idea

to let him in to Liz's mind.

And now he's trapped there,

and we don't even have Kyle to help us.

And that's also my fault, by the way.

How is Kyle your fault?

Oh.

You slept with him.

Yeah.

And it was kind of spectacular.

Until I, uh, cold-shouldered him
and ran away.

You just got out of a relationship.

- I'm sure he understands.
- Yeah, no, he does.

Which is why he told me
he would wait for me.

And then I told him not to bother,

because, um, I destroy everything I touch.

Like Anatsa.

And Max.

Hey, come on.

Where's all this coming from?

I saw Tezca's memories, Maria.

She wasn't just my teacher. She was my hero.

And when Jones came for her,

I did nothing.

I hid, like a coward.

You were seven years old.

I could've at least done something.

If you had confronted Jones back then,

he would've taken you, too.

And we wouldn't be at war with just Tezca.

It'd be you as well.

She saved me.

- And it destroyed her.
- Hey.

You can save her right back.

This isn't about Kyle or Anatsa.

This is about this moment, right now.

Stop trying to convince yourself

that you're less than what you are, Isobel.

You're a warrior.

You have a dojo to prove it.

So, you're what, Liz's id?

And the sheriff is her-her moral conscience?

No wonder she would never surrender to you.

She's prepared to let you die.
She's stupider than I thought.

Or you've got it backwards

and you're the stupid one.

There's a reason she's the sheriff

and you're just a villain.

Yeah, there is. You.

You know, she's repressed you

because you're everything she hates.

You're selfish, impatient, callous.

And stronger.

She's given up on what we want.

So that's why you're gonna use
the drug she made for Michael

to, what, create this-this
elaborate playground

- and teach her a lesson?
- Do you think

we are happy hosting
alien Hatch Day parties?

Without you, we'd have notoriety.

We'd have power. We'd have our Nobel prize.

Without you,

the world would have Liz Ortecho.

You act like you despise me,

but deep down you still love me.

Otherwise, there'd be no need
for this charade.

Let her wake up.

You know I'd never hold her back.

You gave up your powers.

You can't even protect yourself.

- That's not true.
- Aw.

He lost his snark.

You know, she may think you are the key

to our greatness but you know,

deep down, you are
our biggest obstacle to it.

Congratulations, Max.

You've locked us into a life of mediocrity.

She'll never let you be sheriff.

We'll see about that.

Okay.

Where did she take him?

I think my subconscious
took this a little too literal.

You're my rock.

My trusty steed.

Always getting me where I need to go, but...

right now, I really wish
you were the real Kyle.

All right.

I know, I know.

I know.

My fever's rising.

Oh, it's got to be as a result

of whatever's happening on the outside.

Hey, Sheriff.

I was up on the derrick,

and I came upon this
strange trail of black gold,

leading out into the desert.

Oil?

Max. Did-did you follow it?

Yeah, yeah.

Dead-ends at, uh,
the old Ghost Town out on Route 80.

So, I'm thinking,

maybe your evil magical twin

might be holing up out there.

News travels fast,
even in B movie Roswell. Okay.

You and Max always looked out for me.

Rosa, too, so...

I may not be in apple-pie order,

but whatever you need, I got you.

That's what I've been missing.

Thank you all for showing up.

I made the mistake of thinking

I could face her alone.

I was wrong.

This ring represents family.

And every time I don't lean on family,

things end in disaster.

And that's 'cause you guys
are the best part of me.

Fire.

Grit.

Heart, brain,

Conscience.

Together, we're more powerful

than she ever will be.

I believe that more than anything.

Let's go save Max and Rosa.

Vamos.

Papi, take Maria. Go left.

It's Deputy Machete at work, mija.

Howdy, folks.

Clyde.

What? Y'all are just
a bunch of coffee boilers.

Michael, no, no.

No, no! No.

I did it!

That bastard's met his maker.

Heath?

Heath, hey. Hey.

- Michael killed you.
- Yeah.

And then I killed him back.

Like I told you at poker,

I'm the villain.

And you know more than anyone

when one of us falls...

...there's always another to take his place.

- What's going on, Sheriff?
- They're all dead.

- There's more than one.
- Rosa!

Not again! Please!

My Rosa.

Rosa, please.

Rosa. Please.

It never ends!

Quick study.

- No. No, Maria.
- Liz, I don't understand.

Papi, run!

Too late.

You figured it out yet... the other shoe?

Heath!

She's convulsing. Help me hold her down.

Come on, Liz.

Stay with us. Come on.

Find something to restrain her!

I got it, doc!

Max's heart is racing like a jackrabbit.

We got to wake 'em up.

You finish splicing the alien virus

to the steroids yet?

Yeah, but I'd like to test it first.

No, there's no time. Do it now.

All right, hang tight, Liz.

I'm sending in backup.

Move! Now!

It's getting worse.

- I thought you weren't - interested.
- I wasn't,

until you considered giving up.

She just killed everyone I love.

The path was never gonna be easy.

God, come on, Allie.

I thought this was about trusting my family.

All right, well, then dig deeper.

Think, Liz. It's the only way.

What does all this mean?
Run through the clues.

The first one

was the message burned
into the ground at my house.

Implying that Max could die in real life.

Keep going. The ring?

Oh, um...

Marriage, uh, f-family.

Max.

I don't know. I don't know.

Then think harder. What else?

Clyde said the villains
are never gonna stop,

and she keeps asking about the other shoe...

Something terrible is always finding us.

So, then, how do we just
drive off into the sunset?

I know what it is.

I know what I'm scared of.

All right, then it's time to face her.

I'm all out of bullets.

You just need one.

Oh, son of a... Hey, don't
even worry about him.

You were always my favorite
student. Go finish this.

Okay.

Hey, you like riddles?

What do you get when you mix
a stockpile of acetone

with a little heat?

Fireworks.

Liz?

Max.

Y-Your nose is bleeding.

Th-That drug that you created...

It's killing me, I know.

Listen to me.

Everything she said is a lie,

and I'm gonna get us out of here.

She-she has a weakness.

She doesn't want to admit it,
but she believes in us.

Just like I do.

You're my turquoise.

You're mine.

Wade it to the finish line.

What are you gonna do now, Sheriff?

You won't let him die.

You love him too much.

That's not up to me.

That's up to you and what you do next.

Have you figured out why we're here yet?

The scorched message,
Terminator Clyde, the ring.

You want me to admit why I couldn't say yes.

And can you now?

What's the other shoe, Elizabeth?

Me.

I'm afraid of myself.

You wanted me to lead
my friends into battle.

Not to show me

that I need to lean on them

but to kill them off one by one.

You knew it would bring back
the same agony I felt

when I lost Rosa, and then Max.

And why would I want that?

It's my fear of failure.

I'm afraid next time,
I won't be able to save them.

Now we're getting somewhere.

I said no to Max because I am terrified

of building a perfect life with him,

only to have it torn away from me forever.

And, like Clyde,

the danger will never stop,

especially now that Max is neutered.

The only way to save them

is to give in to the drug.

Surrender to me.

We both win.

No, Bitch Cassidy.

'Cause your logic is flawed.

Embracing that drug

won't make us stronger.

It'll make us weak.

How do you figure?

'Cause there's no guarantee

we would have those same powers
when we wake up.

In fact, it is statistically improbable.

But we'd be smarter.

You saw Shivani.

She's like Einstein and Allie Meyers.

The brain damage we would have,

the-the memory loss, the nerve degeneration,

we could lose ourselves entirely.

But allowing the drug to open our mind

would make fixing that child's play.

Don't you want to live

without fear, Liz?

Of course I do.

And the next time that
something comes for Max,

Rosa, Papi, any of them,

don't you want to destroy it?

Yes!

Then stop gambling with their lives.

Embrace the power at our fingertips,

and you will never

- fear death again.
- Don't, Liz, it's too risky.

Nothing is too risky

when it comes to the people we love.

Look at you.

We're dying, Liz.

It's time to make a decision.

What are you going to do

with that one bullet we have left?

Don't give up, Liz.

Liz.

Liz? Liz. Where's Liz?

Why isn't she waking up?

I'm here.

I'm here.

♪ It's like rain... Oh.

So, you're telling me that you
don't remember anything?

I mean, isn't that a little odd

for one of the mindscape adventure?

This was, like, part fever dream,

so the rules must work differently.

Suppose your massive hit
of alien mist could be to blame.

Either way,

glad your body was able to fight it off.

Any idea how?

Not a good enough doc yet to get specific,

but, uh,

it looks like your body
just stopped fighting itself.

Or it might've had something to do

with your brilliant

- steroid-alien-virus - concoction thingy.
- No,

no, Michael and I just bought you some time.

Med school looks good on you.

Yeah.

Not sure I can stay, though.

With Dallas missing,

it's just...

He's my brother.

♪ It's like rain...

We're gonna find him. I promise.

I kind of owe you one, so...

Yeah.

I mean, it's still...

unclear how you even knew I was in trouble.

Uh...

because I told him.

Um...

we've become... friends

in New York.

Okay. Tell me everything.

Is it, like, dinners and dancing,

or VIP membership to the MoMA?

He's helping me figure out
the source of my powers.

So that I can...

control them better.

Look.

You can cancel sound now?

Well, more like bend the sound waves

so that you can't hear them.

♪ It's like rain...

Not really sure what it's good for, but...

I wanted to tell you.

I'm sorry I didn't call more.

That is not just on you.

Well...

to make up for it, I'm gonna stay the week.

Unlike medicine,

art school does work over Zoom.

How'd you manage to keep it together?

You were the only one who
didn't completely unravel today.

I just decided it wasn't my turn.

Dallas reminded me that

strength comes from your family.

He's been a big part of mine lately.

I had to make sure that we survived today

so we could all return the favor.

And we did.

Thanks, in part, to you.

Think it's time I figure out

how to get the three of them
out of that sinkhole.

Any ideas where to start?

I got a few theories.

- Me too.
- Hmm.

I'm gonna spend some time
honing my new abilities.

We're gonna find 'em.

I know.

I was worried about you, you know,

when you got calf-roped by a cowboy.

Would've helped you, but I got shot.

Well, you stayed by my side.

You felt that?

Thank you.

I wish I could be the one to take credit

for getting you out of Dodge, but, uh...

How did you manage to escape?

Oh, Bad Liz drew my Liz into a duel.

Yeah, I didn't see what happened after that,

but I heard a gunshot and then I woke up.

So I guess the right Liz won,
or I wouldn't be here.

Just wish I could remember
what happened in there.

Well, I'm sure that Max will be
happy to tell you all about it.

I, myself, have a date
with an alien in a cage.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, you learned something from Tezca?

Yeah, I did. I learned that

she's so much more than Ophiuchus.

She was fearless and kind.

Before Jones got to her.

You know, I started a school to help women,

so...

I figure this is my shot.

Goodnight.

Oh, yeah. Just reminded me.

I should check in on Shivani.

Oh, Michael just heard from Senovative.

I guess she had
an easier time of it than you did.

She's already back at work.

So, you know what that means.

I don't have to worry about it.

Yeah.

What you do need

is to relax by a warm fire

with a glass of Merlot

and the cowboy of your dreams.

That you don't remember.

All right. Decant the wine, cowboy.

Don't give up, Liz.

I don't want to gamble anymore.

You made the right choice.

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