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[Beeping]

[Beeping Accelerates]

[Beeping Ceases]

[Man]
I feel as if you've buried something.

Your parents are concerned
about you, Max.

Deeply concerned.

Max.

I want you to know that,
however unique...

you think
your problems may be...

there are millions
of teenagers out there...

going through exactly what
you're going through right now.

Let me assure you... this is
all normal teenage... stuff.

Can you try and tell me
what's been going on?
Ripped By mstoll

Well, I guess the natural
place to start is...

that I'm an alien.

A hybrid, actually.

You know, human D.N.A.
Mixed with alien D.N.A.

That kind of thing.

Oh, I almost forgot...

my sister, Isabel,
and our friend Michael...

are also a little green
around the gills.

We didn't know where we came from,
who sent us, or why.

For the past 10 years,
we've been aging much like humans.

Clearly, there are differences.

From the beginning, we had
the instinct to keep this to ourselves.

To hide in plain sight.

Then one day last fall,
everything changed.

You broke the bottle. You fell.
You spilled ketchup on yourself.

Don't say anything, please.

The six of us were connected
by the secret we shared.

There was also Tess,
a hybrid like us.

Part human, part alien.
And then there was Nasedo.

He's a shape-shifter...

which means he can take on
any human form...

a skill that could really
come in handy, since...

there are people out there
who would do anything to find us.

And if they found us, there was
no limit to what they would do.

Fortunately, we used Nasedo's abilities
to infiltrate the Special Unit of the F.B.I.

Of course,
we had skills of our own.

And as much as we tried
to convince ourselves...

that we could live
a normal life...

- No!
- we couldn't.

To save our lives,
Michael killed Agent Pierce of the F.B.I.

And no matter
how justified it was...

the truth is,
we killed a man.

And that wasn't easy.

For any of us.

[Man]
Max? Max?

Max, don't you have
anything to say?

Anything at all?

It's like you said...
just normal teenage stuff.

♪♪ [Rock]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Ends]

Mr. Pierce, how much
of that spending by the Special Unit...

was authorized by your superiors?

None.

Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Pierce.
What?

My hearing isn't
what it used to be.

Why don't you just speak
right into the mike?

- None.
- Oh, none. Not a penny.

Seventeen million dollars
spent by the so-called...

- Max, you're a genius.
- What?

Having Nasedo pose as Pierce. You know,
make a mockery of the Special Unit...

and the government threat
against you... It's really smart.

I had nothing to do with it. I haven't
heard from Nasedo in three months.

Well, if Nasedo can put an end
to the Special Unit...

I'd say, uh,
all your problems are solved.

We still have our enemies
to deal with.

Look. It's been over three months,
and nothing has happened.

No aliens have shown up.

Maybe there's no one out there.
Maybe the war is over.

Or thousands of them could be
lining up outside of town right now.

I just don't think we should
live our lives in fear like Michael.

Maybe he's just preparing
for the inevitable.

They're taking a vote.

Ladies and gentlemen, I move
for the immediate disbandment...

of the component of the F.B.I.
Known as the Special Unit.

- All those in favor say "Aye. '"
- You people are way too into C-SPAN.

- Good-bye, Courtney.
- All those opposed say "Nay."

- Nay.
- The committee recognizes
Congresswoman Whitaker.

- She looks familiar.
- Yeah, that's Vanessa Whitaker.
She's our congresswoman.

I've got to start
reading the newspaper.

Members of the committee...

in 1972, the Special Unit of the F.B.I.
Investigated a murder.

Several curiosities
surrounded the event...

no murder weapon, no entry wound apart
from the presence of silver markings...

left on the skin
which subsequently vanished.

Yet the internal organs
and tissues of the victim...

were completely decimated.

Now, nuclear analysis
of the victim's bones showed traces...

of a substance
dubbed cadmium "X"...

an element which
doesn't exist on earth.

It is, simply put...

not human.

[Man]
Mr. Pierce...

in all of the records, materials
and other findings...

appropriated
from your offices...

we have found no mention
of anything known as cadmium "X."

Can you explain that
to us?

There is no record
in our files...

of a substance
called cadmium "X"...

because there is no substance
called cadmium "X."

Cadmium "X'"is a hoax
that we invented.

I am definitely not
in the market...

for a, uh, thirty something
shape-shifter...

but I have to admit
the man rocks.

All right.
The show's over.

I've got to change into my uniform.
My shift's starting.

Girlfriend, I know that we bonded
over the summer...

but I am not quite ready
to show you the bod just yet.

No, I was... I was just wondering
if you'd heard from Liz yet.

Not since you asked me
an hour ago, no.

- I heard you on the phone with her.
- Max. Little advice.

The girl goes off to some aunt
in Florida for the entire summer...

and barely says
good-bye to you.

In layman's terms,
she blew you off big time.

I mean,
and look at you.

Look, you're like
a groveling dog.

"Have you heard from Liz today?"
"Did Liz call?" No, that's no good.

Look, you gotta
play it cool, all right?

Let her come to you.

- Let her come to me.
- That's what I'd do.

Wait. Didn't you just
tell me that you left...

like, five messages for Michael
in the past two days?

What's your point?

[Man]
Courtney, order up.

Oh, look.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest...

is playing at the revival theater
at the fairgrounds.

Alex, maybe you should see what you can
find out about cadmium "X."

Sure. Look.
There are four showings on Saturday.

We're not going
to a movie, Alex.

Yeah, right.

Alex, I'm sorry.

You know it's not you. It's just that
with everything that's happened...

and everything on my mind, I can't think
about being with a guy right now.

- You know, any guy.
- Excuse me.

Sorry.
I didn't mean to...

N-No, you're-you're fine,
We're...

- Grant Sorenson.
- Isabel Evans.

Alex Whitman.

I was wondering if you might be able to tell
me where I could find the sheriff's office.

Why are you looking
for the sheriff?

- Could be a coyote.
- Why would anyone bury a coyote?

Where'd you find this?

Thirty miles northeast of here,
off the old Clovis Highway.

That's a pretty isolated place
to be digging around.

What were you doing up there?

- Geological survey.
- I see.

There's one thing that I can't quite explain.
I was using a Lorenz Pulse Five.

Basically, a fancy
metal detector.

Why would a metal detector
detect bones?

Okay, I just got
goose bumps.

You did the right thing by bringing this
to my attention, Mr. Sorenson.

I'll look into it immediately.

Sure. Thank you, Sheriff.

You don't even need
to say it, Sheriff.

I'll get an excavation team
out there right away.

Next one.
Keep your focus.

No rock stands a chance
against Michael Guerin.

Our fearless leader.

- Hey.
- I think Nasedo's finished in D.C.

He'll probably be
headed back soon.

It's not like he's Ward Cleaver
when he's here.

So what's going on?
Something tells me this isn't a social visit.

We think somebody found
Pierce's bones.

- You're kidding.
- A geologist.

What the hell was he doing
digging around in the middle of nowhere?

That's what
geologists do.

[Michael]
I don't feel good about this.

Valenti's handling
the investigation.

- He'll take care of it.
- What about Nasedo?

- He told us not to contact him
unless there was an emergency.
- So what do you call this?

I mean, what if this guy's not a geologist?
What if he's one of our enemies, Max?

Right now there's no reason
to doubt him.

He's a geologist, and in the course
of doing his job, he dug up the bones.

I'll decide
when we call Nasedo.

Don't do anything
until I tell you.

I'm not just gonna sit around
like we've done all summer.

Michael, we've been having
this conversation for months.

What are we supposed to do?
You're our leader.

- Why don't you lead us?
- Fine. Crack some more rocks.

Max!

Look, Valenti has it
under control.

Let's not panic.

I'll call you
when there's news.

[Man Over Police Radio, Indistinct]

Sheriff, I found this in the brush
right near the grave.

- Let's see.
- I'm all over it, Sheriff.

I called the lab. I'm gonna run it over right
now and have them check it for prints.

Good work, Hanson.

Looks like we could have
an actual homicide on our hands.

What the hell...

Maybe Michael's right.
Maybe we should check out the geologist.

Valenti already did.

He has a degree from
the University of Wyoming...

and was hired to do
fieldwork in the area.

Nasedo had
a pretty good cover too.

- I'll talk to him later.
- Or I could.

We'll talk about it later.

Liz!

Hi, Max.

Hi. So-So when
did you get back?

A couple of days ago,
actually.

- Oh. That's odd. Maria said you were still away.
- Yeah, I know she did.

Um... You know, I just...
I wanted to get settled a little bit before...

Yeah, yeah.
I understand.

Listen, Liz. L...

I know how strange everything got
before you left.

But I think it's okay.

No aliens have attacked.

Nasedo is putting an end
to the Special Unit as we speak.

I think all of this
could finally be over.

Oh, I really hope that's true.
For all of you.

- And I just want you to know about
the whole Tess situation... - Oh, Max.

- You don't have to...
- Just that it's definitely over.

I don't have
feelings for her.

I've told her that,
and she understands.

I know it's probably
irrelevant at this point...

but... just for the record.

Right. You know,
I just want to get a fresh start.

- I've decided...
- Right. Right. Anyways, you look...

- Oh!
- Great.

Different.

Oh. I have, um,
a job interview, actually.

Oh.
What about the Crashdown?

Well, this really incredible opportunity
came up sort of out of the blue...

- You must be Liz Parker. - Congresswoman
Whitaker. It is so nice to meet you.

- You are a real hero to me.
- You don't need to suck up. Really.

My paid staff takes care
of my enormous ego.

Oh, so there's, um,
not an actual salary?

We have a lot
to talk about. Hi.

I'm sorry.
This is Max Evans. A friend.

- Nice to meet you.
- Same here.

- Shall we step inside?
- Yeah. Sure. That'd be great.

This is the suspect, Sheriff.
He came in peaceably...

although I do see a bit
of an attitude problem.

You recognize that?

Well, there's a lot of knives
out there that look like that.

How many of them do you suppose have
your fingerprints on them, Mr. Guerin?

My very efficient deputy here
has linked this knife to you.

It was discovered
way out in the desert...

out near
the old Clovis Highway.

You remember our little meeting
out there a few months ago?

Or do I have to refresh
your memory?

Yeah,
maybe you'd better.

I found you and two
of your buddies...

drinking beer,
joyriding...

taking potshots out
into the desert.

- Remember?
- Yeah.

Here's the police report I filled out
that night just in case you forgot.

Now, did you witness...

anything out of the ordinary
that night, Mr. Guerin?

No, sir.

All right.

Listen, do yourself
a favor.

The next time you're going off to break the
law somewhere, don't leave a calling card.

- Yes, sir.
- Get the hell out of here.

[Door Opens, Closes]

I smell a rat.

Nasedo.
It's Michael.

[Nasedo]
Does Max know you're calling?

No. But we've got a Code Red.
Get the hell out here.

Don't ever contact me again
unless Max knows.

[Line Clicks, Dial Tone]

- Great people skills.
- [Jiggles Coin Return]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What are you doing out here?
- Looking for you, actually.

Really?

Well, Roswell's
a small town.

When something interesting pops up,
sometimes your curiosity gets the best of you.

- "Something interesting"?
- Like the bones you dug up.

Oh, the bones.

It seems like such a romantic job...
being a geologist...

studying the earth.

What exactly are you
doing up here?

I'm testing the area
for radioactivity.

You're kidding.
Here?

Apparently, there had been some
nuclear testing in the '50s.

Oh. Okay, so you're here
to make sure it's safe for the public.

Actually, I'm here to make sure it's safe for
a huge corporation to open a chemical plant.

Oh.

They're the ones who commissioned me
to do the survey.

Wouldn't a big chemical plant
just pollute the area anyway?

Does my job still
seem so romantic?

Well, beats working
at the cheese factory.

Well, let's just cut to the chase,
shall we, Sheriff?

This is a piece of a phone conversation
I had with Agent Pierce...

when he first came
to Roswell.

- [Whitaker's Voice] How's it going there?
- [Pierce] Don't know yet.

My first move is to look into
the sheriff here.

I think he may be the key
to everything.

That's the last I heard from him
until he returned to Washington.

That's when he started
lying to me.

Congresswoman Whitaker...

I would strongly advise that you not
spend too much more energy...

looking for aliens.

I mean, you just might find yourself
out of a job like your friend Mr. Pierce.

How odd.

That almost sounds
like a threat.

- [Door Opens]
- Sheriff, I need to...

- Deputy! - I'm sorry. I didn't
realize you were with someone.

- I'll be with you in a minute.
- I just got the coroner's report back and...

Thank you, Deputy.
I'll look it over when I get a chance.

- They found something on the murder victim.
- "Murder victim"?

There isn't any
murder victim.

It's some bones
that were dug up by a geologist.

We don't even know
if they're human.

[Man]
There's no doubt the bones are human.

But that's not
the interesting part of all this.

- Listen to this.
- See this mass of bone structure?

- What about it?
- Now, compare it to this
other side of the rib cage.

This side has been melted
and fused together.

The corpse was clearly in a fire.
What's your point?

Well, fire or no fire,
bone doesn't melt.

Only some bizarre form
of radiation could do this.

Any nuclear accidents
in the area, Sheriff?

What we have here was caused by
a short and very contained burst...

of unthinkable energy.

I'm gonna start
a full-blown investigation.

Hanson, let's get back to the precinct.
Bender...

you'll let me know
the other test results.

Why don't you go back to your office,
and I'll keep you informed as things develop.

Actually, Sheriff,
I think I'll stay right here.

With all due respect...

I believe this matter
is out of your jurisdiction.

And with all due respect
to you...

I have no intention of leaving this
situation in the hands of a county sheriff.

This is now a matter
of federal interest.

I have every intention
of consulting with the F.B.I. On this.

No, I'll consult
with the F.B.I.

I'm not taking my eyes off these bones
until I get an explanation.

Sheriff, based on this new information,
maybe I should bring that kid back in.

What kid?

[Knocking]

[Valenti]
Open the door. Police.

Valenti.

I figured you'd have to
come over here and give me grief...

about leaving
the knife out there.

Man, what's the big deal.

Mr. Guerin,
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford an attorney,
one will be appointed for you by the court.

You can never find those little
pod people when you want them.

- Hey. You're that guy from TV.
- Move, please.

Honey, get over here.
It's that crazy F.B.I. Guy.

Hey.

[Door Rattling]

Excuse me.

Honey?

Sheriff Valenti, welcome to the
ever-burgeoning "I Know an Alien'"Club.

You called me here.
I assume it's important.

How much do you know
about Congresswoman Whitaker?

- I know her intimately.
- Intimately?

To borrow a rather crude
human colloquialism...

I've been diddling her
all summer.

I hope he's using
birth control.

I must admit... I've grown
oddly fond of the foul temptress.

It's a shame I may now
have to kill her.

Pierce's bones have been dug up,
and apparently...

some of them have been
fused in a way...

that is completely unexplainable
by human terms.

Tell me how far
this information has been leaked.

I need to extinguish every human
who has this information.

I'm gonna assume
present company is excluded.

Isn't murder what got you into
this situation to begin with?

My job is to protect
the royal four.

Their survival is critical to
the survival of an entire race.

[Max]
No one's gonna die.

Killing people isn't
gonna solve anything.

Oh, my.
A pacifist for a king.

Shall we all just commit
joint suicide right now...

or shall we wait for our enemies to show up
and have a nice boxed lunch of us?

We're not killing anyone.
That's an order.

As you wish.

The feds know
about cadmium "X."

If they find it on the bones,
their first order of business will be...

to do to Michael what they did
to you in the white room.

- We can't let that happen.
- Where are the bones now?

Whitaker took them out of the coroner's
office. I don't know where they are.

Even if we knew where they were,
what would we do with them?

Hiding them isn't gonna
solve the problem.

I know what to do.

Parker, go home.
It's late.

No, it's okay.
I want to make sure you're organized.

I don't want to be hit
with a child labor suit.

I promise.

- Agent Pierce.
- Just Daniel.

I'm a civilian now.

Uh, this is Liz Parker.
She's my new intern.

- Pleasure.
- Hi.

So, what brings a, uh, out-of-work
F.B.I. Agent to Roswell?

Seems like the worst place
to be for a recovering alien hunter.

I might be out here
hunting something else.

- What might that be?
- Nothing I could say in front of your new intern.

Oh, she's a big girl.
I think she can handle it. Right, Parker?

Um, I'm just gonna go get
some more folders.

Excuse me.

[Whispering]
I needed to see you.

Well, you should have
thought of that before you, uh...

publicly humiliated me
on TV.

Ah, don't let's let politics
come between us.

- Politics is the reason
you slept with me to begin with.
- Oh, maybe at first.

It's more than that now.

You showed me
a side of myself...

I didn't know existed.

Parker, can you, uh, lock up
on your way out?

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah. Have a good night.

Oh, we will.

We've gotta move fast.

I don't know how long
he's going to be able to keep her away.

I don't think that they're
gonna be back anytime soon.

We only have
a couple minutes to talk.

What's up?

I just want to make sure
you don't do anything...

like use your powers
to try to break out of here.

Best thing to do right now
is to sit tight.

You sound like Max.

Look, I know it's hard for you
to be locked up like this.

It's not that bad.

I killed a man.
Maybe this is where I should be.

Michael...

you killed the man
who killed Agent Topolsky...

and killed Agent Stevens
and who knows how many others.

And he was just about
to kill me.

Yeah, I've told myself all those things.
But I still killed a man.

And the thing that
I keep thinking about...

is that what happened is just
the tip of the iceberg.

I've been trying to prepare myself
for what's about to go down...

and I have no idea
what to do.

I'm cracking rocks.

I have no clue who
or what we're up against.

And I've been so pissed off
at Max for not leading...

but he doesn't know
any more than I do.

None of us do.

We're all in the dark
waiting to be attacked.

And all I can think about...

is what if
I'm not strong enough?

There's nothing.

Damn it!

That's why I guess
it's not all over.

It can be.

These are just bones
that somebody dug up.

Pieces of the past.

If I can just fix it...

it can all be over.

Things can go back
to how they were.

I don't think they can.

So, I never really got
the whole story.

Uh, why are we
looking for these bones?

What exactly is cadmium "X"?

It's an isotope
of cadmium...

that might have been created
when Michael killed Pierce.

Oh, so it's like some sort of aftereffect
of Michael using his powers?

Something like that.

And if we don't get the bones before they're
able to test for cadmium "X," Michael is screwed.

We all are.

Well, did you check the particle physics lab
at Las Cruces University?

- The what?
- It opened up last year.

Mr. Seligman spent, like, two weeks
in physics obsessing about it last semester.

The new cyclotron can measure
isotope ratios.

So, if cadmium "X'"
is extraterrestrial...

that's where you would go
to find it out.

I'm not a dork.
I just enjoy science.

Did you find anything?

The bones are gonna be delivered tomorrow
morning to the university in Las Cruces.

I'll be there.

So, did you have a good time
distracting the congresswoman?

No comment.

How have you and Tess
been getting along?

Well, I haven't performed any mating rituals,
if that's what you're asking.

You heard your destiny.
You heard it with your own ears.

I just want to get Michael out of jail
and go back to my life.

- I am not a king, and we are not at war.
- You're the boss.

I would just be careful
not to confuse...

what you want to be true
with what really is true.

Oh, no.

Get back.

We'll be ready to start
in two minutes.

Let's make history.

Excuse me.

I'm a security guard,
not an information booth.

This is so embarrassing,
but I am completely and utterly lost.

I have been looking all over the place
for the student union...

but apparently I have
no sense of direction.

At least, that's what
my boyfriend says.

- Well, ex-boyfriend.
- I'll take you.

I was hoping
you'd say that.

[Beeps]

- [Numbers Beeping]
- [Cell Phone Ringing]

- Max?
- Where's Nasedo?

- He's still not here.
- We can't wait any longer. Are you ready?

- Yeah.
- I see eight people in the control room.

That's a lot of people.

Tess, we need you.
Can you do this or not?

- I think so.
- You can't let anyone in that room see me.

I got it.
I won't let you down.

But with this many people, I can only sustain
the mind warp for a couple of minutes.

- It'll have to do.
- Okay. Bye.

Ready to go?

Gentlemen,
start your engines.

[Turbines Whirring]

[Beeping]

Initiating accelerator.

Up to speed.

Begin scan in 10 seconds.

[Male Computer Voice]
Ten, nine, eight...

seven, six, five...

four, three, two, one.

[Beeping]

[Printer Whirring]

- That's impossible.
- The results are pretty conclusive.

- There's no evidence of cadmium "X" anywhere.
- Doesn't make any sense.

Sir, look at this.

Very interesting.
We carbon-dated the bones.

- What does that mean, exactly?
- It's a way of measuring...

the decay of radioactive
carbon isotopes in bones.

The ratio of carbon isotopes depends on
how long the organism has been dead.

Can you translate that
into English, please?

It's a fancy way of figuring out how long ago
the body that belonged to that skeleton died.

- What does it say about these bones?
- These bones...

have been out in that desert
for 42 years.

What about the fused ribs
around the point of impact?

Well, the fused ribs could be
explained as a mutation...

due to radiation resulting from the nuclear
tests which were done in the area in 1958.

Forty-two years ago.

Something about this
isn't right.

[Max]
So I thought if I could age the bones...

it would totally take
suspicion of off Michael.

Thanks, Maxwell.

Better sew the holes
in your pockets, soldier.

Hey.
What's the big celebration?

Tradition.
School starts Monday.

- It's kind of like our last hurrah.
- Cool. Well, see ya.

Hi, Michael.

- [Door Closes]
- Sorry. L-I didn't know that
she was still here. I'm sorry.

We gotta be more careful
than that.

So, I hear...

ex-cons
are really great in bed.

I thought we agreed
that it was over between us.

You agreed.

And then you avoided me
the entire summer.

- Well, it is.
- Why? 'Cause you're destined to be with Isabel?

No.
I don't buy that.

Because I'm destined
to be this soldier.

And a soldier can't have
some chick at home waiting for him.

Michael, half the movies
ever made...

are about soldiers with chicks
waiting at home for them.

Well, be that as it may...

I miss you, Michael.

I know. But don't.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Let me ask you
a question.

I know what you said...

that things couldn't go back
to the way they were.

But pretend they could
for just one second.

Could you and I
go back too?

♪♪ [Man Singing Soft Rock]

L... I can't pretend, Max.

What?

Nothing.

♪♪ [Continues]

Good night.

Night, Liz.

[Sighs]

- ♪♪ [Fades]
- [Knocking]

Michael, what is it?

Michael?

Nasedo!

[Groaning]

They're among you now.

Who is?
Who's among us?

The Skins.

No. No.

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