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- [Previously on Roswell.
- Bye, Max.

Liz, wait.

I know you said things couldn't go back
to the way they were.

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

This is Liz Parker.
She's my new intern.

What brings a, uh,
out of work F.B.I. Agent to Roswell?

Set off those orbs, and you have no idea
who you may be leading straight to us.

They're among you now.

- Who's among us?
- The Skins.

♪♪ [Dance]

♪♪ [Scratching]

♪♪ [Man Singing]

[Panting]

- Watch it!
- Hey!

- He's watching, isn't he?
- ♪♪ [Continues]

- I knew he couldn't resist. Come on.
- No.

- Come on. You know that you want to.
- Maria, no.

[Grunting]

- So, what's up with you and Max?
- Nothing.

Ah, I saw the way you looked at him.
Did you have a flash?

I knew it!

[Horns Honking]

- [Bell Jingles]
- Max!
- Nasedo's dead!

What?

He came to me... injured. He said it was
another alien, that we're all in danger.

He died... in my arms.

- He died in my arms.
- Oh, my God.

We have to get Nasedo
to the pod chamber.

Use the healing stones to revive him.
Max, where is he?

- Where's Nasedo?
- In my room.

- In your room?
- Where's the Jeep?

- Out back. I'll get the keys.
- Oh, Max, you're hurt.

- What should we do?
- Nothing. Just go home.

Wait. What about this other alien?
Shouldn't we at least try and...

- I'll handle it.
- You're not in charge here, Michael.

Well, somebody has to be.
Maxwell, let's go.

Come on.

It's not working.
Why isn't it working?

I think whatever happened to him is...
something we can't reverse.

He can't die.
We need him.

[Whispers]
I'm sorry, Tess.

You said he mentioned another alien.
What exactly did he say?

He said that we were all in danger,
that the "Skins" were among us.

The Skins.

- What?
- I found this thing out by Pierce's grave site.

It looked like a snake skin.
When I tried picking it up, it disintegrated.

[Gasps]
Look.

What do we do now, Max?

♪♪ [Rock]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Ends]

♪♪ [Garage Punk]

♪♪ [Man Singing, Indistinct]

- Hey!
- Hey.

Welcome home, Son!
[Growls] Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

- It's all right.
- How was football camp?

It was great, it's great.
You... you're two hours late.

Yeah, I know, I know.
You came back at kind of a tough time, Kyle.

You remember I told you about a man
who was protecting Tess?

Yeah. Noriega.

- Nasedo.
- Yeah.

He, uh... He was killed last night...
by another alien.

[Sighs]

"My strength fails, my vitality exhausted.
I cannot find the bull.

I only hear the locusts
chirring through the night."

- What?
- Nothing.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I just, uh...

I'm just not looking forward to dealing
with all the little green men again.

Well, maybe you should, uh...
maybe you should cut 'em a little slack, Kyle.

I mean, after all,
Max Evans did save your life.

Damn human of him. Of course,
he is the reason I got shot in the first place.

But what the hell? No conditions are permanent.
No conditions are reliable.

Nothing is self.

Come back to school.
What a great plan.

I'm so not having
this conversation.

You realize the killer could be here,
right now, walking the halls looking for us.

And, gee, where are we?
Hey, we're right here, just waiting to be found.

You know what?
Stop, okay?

Stop putting me
in the middle of this.

If you have a problem, take it to Max.
He's the leader.

- [Bell Rings] - If we're not careful,
he's gonna get us all killed.

Hi.

Gotta go. Bell rang.

We're doing
the right thing.

Until we know what we're up against,
we've got to keep our heads down. Try to blend in.

I hope so.

I'm too young to be dust.

[Door Shuts]

- What was that?
- What was what?

What does it mean
to be a leader?

In the fall of 1962...

John Kennedy
was still a young man.

The Soviets thought
he was a pushover.

And at that point,
most Americans would've agreed.

And yet, John Kennedy
would rise to the occasion...

face down the Soviets, and bring the world
back from the brink of nuclear war.

Now, this week as we study
the missile crisis in detail...

I want you to think
of John Kennedy the man.

Think of what it would feel like to hold
the fate of an entire nation in your hands.

Imagine what it would be like to come
face-to-face with the very real possibility...

that your next decision could literally mean
the end of the world.

- Are you Max Evans?
- Yeah. Who're you?

Brody Davis.
You're working for me now.

- Excuse me? Milton didn't tell me...
- Milton's gone.

- I bought him out.
- He sold the U.F.O. Center?

- Yeah, but this was his life's work.
- Things change.

- So what's all this stuff?
- I'm making some improvements.

- You know, we don't need you here tonight.
Go home.
- But I'm not finish...

I said, go home.

Evans? If anybody asks,
you never saw any of this.

Hey, Max.

Hey.

- You okay?
- No.

He tried to prepare me
for this, you know.

Said there might come a time
when he wouldn't be around anymore...

and I'd have to fend
for myself.

But somehow, l... I always thought it wouldn't
come until we were back home.

When you say home...

- you mean...
- Home.

- It is just a matter of time before you weaken.
- [Sarcastically] Thank you!

It's not a dig.
It's just a fact.

You are in love with him.
You can't live without him.

- You're gonna get back together with him.
- No, that's not true.

I walked away... from him and her
and the entire situation.

Her? There is no her.
Max doesn't care about Tess.

He's never gonna care about Tess. The only
thing he's interested in... Oh, God!

- Liz, l...
- Maria, whatever you're about to say,
just don't, okay?

You remember our world?

Not clearly.
Images mostly.

Impressions. Feelings.

- How?
- Nasedo taught me...

a few memory-retrieval
techniques.

I can show them
to you sometime.

Sure.

"Sure, Tess, as long as you
keep your hands off me."

It's okay. I know how
you feel about me...

how everyone
feels about me.

It's not that
I dislike you.

You don't have to spare
my feelings.

Nasedo taught me not to
get wrapped up in... this.

It's not really who I am.

I'm not human.
Neither are you.

It's the only life
I've ever known.

That's not true.
You lived another life, Max.

A life completely different
from this one.

A life... when you loved me.

- I don't remember that.
- I do.

- I don't remember that.
- I do.

- [Glass Breaking]
- What was that?

Someone's inside.

Maybe it was
just a burglar.

I don't think so.

[Thud, Creak]

Sorry.

No problem.

We need your help.

♪♪ [Rock On Radio]

Ooh!

Three!

Dad!

- Mmm, morning.
- Yes, morning. What the hell are you doing here?

I live here.

Calvin Klein.

- I approve.
- [Incredulous Chuckle]

Dad!

- Parker.
- Hi.

Are there any other messages?
Did Mr. Pierce call?

No.

Look at me. Waiting for
my boyfriend to call.

Which one of us
is in high school?

Actually, Congresswoman?

Agent Pierce isn't
coming back... ever.

What're you talking about?
You make it sound like he's dead.

No, no, no, um...

Ah, you see,
he left this message...

a voice mail...

saying that he was going away,
and he wasn't coming back ever.

And that it was over
between the two of you.

I want to hear it.

Um, I erased it.

It was really harsh
and cold, and...

You know, trust me, you just...
You didn't want to hear it.

I can make those decisions for myself, Parker.
I'm a big girl.

I'm sorry.

Voice mail. Huh.

[Teacher] Day four of the crisis.
Kennedy's getting pressure from all sides.

The military wants an attack.
The diplomats want a blockade.

So what is he
supposed to do?

One thing is clear:
He's running out of time.

The missiles in Cuba will become
operational any day now.

Unless he acts and acts soon...

he runs the risk of allowing
events to control him.

So right or wrong,
a choice has to be made...

and it has to be made
right now.

- May 14?
- [Keys Clacking]

Oh, my God.

Don't touch that!

What're you doing in here?

Just looking around.

I was curious about
all the equipment you brought in.

- You recognize this?
- No. What is it?

- I'm asking the questions.
Why were you reaching for it?
- Just curious again.

It's over, Evans.

Go home. Don't come back.
You're fired.

Hey, I think I know why Max and Tess were,
you know, together last night.

He was just playing bodyguard.
He was walking her home...

in case the killer was following her.

- You know, you don't have to make
excuses for him. - Who's making excuses?

I'm just trying to help him... help you...
you know, help the situation.

- Did he send you here?
- Uh! No!

- He did, didn't he?
- Not this time.

- I mean, no, no. Of course not.
- Maria, I thought that you were my friend.

[Sighs]
This is so unfair. I care about you both.

I just want you guys
to be happy and together.

- Maria, will you do me a favor?
- Hmm?

Will you keep your
big fat nose out of this?

Message received. Man!

Look, I've a lot of work
to do, so just...

Fine, fine.

- Uh, you weren't serious about the big fat nose?
- Good-bye.

- Bye.
- [Chuckles]

- [Door Shuts]
- [Mechanical Whirring]

- Oh.
- Huh! Not a very pretty sight, is it?

- You know, I wasn't... I wasn't thinking.
- Don't be shy.

It's not every day you walk in on your boss
drinking and shredding.

But then again, you've never
worked in Washington.

- Is there anything I can do?
- You wanna help?

Grab a file.

Feed the beast.

You're shredding
all the alien files?

I am shredding Special Agent Pierce
and everything having to do with him.

You ever been in love,
Parker?

- Once.
- He dumped you too?

Not exactly.

What, you left him?

There was just
someone else in his life.

But you walked.
See? You go, girl!

Don't you let any man pull
that crap on you, you know?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

And who is this bitch
who moved in on your man?

- Oh, she's, um, just someone. This girl
from his past. - Ugh! Worst kind.

- You know, she's not that bad.
- Yeah, right. Like you don't hate her.

- Maybe a little bit.
- Mm-hmm. See?

Now, let it out.
The truth will set you free.

- Okay. L... I do. I hate her.
- That is more like it!

- Now, does this tramp have a name?
- Oh, Tess.

Tess? What is that?
I hate her already.

- [Phone Rings]
- And you know... Oh. Okay, I gotta get the phone.

- Um, are you okay?
- Yeah.

Okay.
[Laughs]

Tess.

- [Door Opens]
- [Popping]

Hey. This is my room.

- And that's my jersey.
- Sorry.

No, all right!
Look, you wear it.

Kinda uptight about nudity,
aren't you, for a guy who reads Juggs.

Gimme that!

- Oh, the Post-Its? Nice touch.
- All right. Okay, listen.

I don't know how you do things
on planet Vulcan or whatever...

but here on Earth, we have this
primitive human concept called privacy.

Keep talking to me like that,
and I'll slag you with my death-ray eyes.

Kidding. You Buddhists have,
like, no sense of humor.

- How do you know about that? - Ah, Buddhism
for Beginners is also under your bed.

- Uh!
- How do you think the Buddha would feel...

about being sandwiched between Hustler
and Busty Biker Babes?

Look, you can't tell
anyone about that.

- Why?
- Because I have a certain reputation.

- Of which the less said the better.
- I'm serious!

- Kyle Valenti, Buddhist.
- Look, I got into it over the summer.

- Ah, at football camp. They're crazy about it.
- Listen!

This-This whole...

"aliens are among us" thing...

It really screwed me up.

Made me question stuff...
life, reality, my place in the universe...

and you don't understand.

You guys... You people...
turned my life upside down.

I need a little clarity.
I need a little peace of mind.

No, I don't understand.
I'm a girl from another planet.

No family, no friends.

Only three other people
like me in the world.

And the man I grew up with,
the man who raised me?

He was just murdered.

You're right, Kyle.

What would I know about
needing peace of mind?

Sorry.

It was shaped like
a pentagon...

and it was
definitely alien.

An alien device in the hands
of a perfect stranger...

a stranger who just happens to buy
the U.F.O. Center from Milton...

or so he says.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Why would Milton sell?

That stupid tourist trap
was his life.

So one day he just sells to this guy,
takes the money and disappears?

- No, I don't think so.
- So you're saying he killed Milton.

After killing Nasedo,
killing Milton would be like swattin' a fly.

If he killed Nasedo.

- Yeah, he's also interested in
something that happened on May 14.
- All right.

So it's the day we got the message from our
mother. That doesn't really prove anything.

Will you wake up!
Nasedo told us before we activated the orbs...

- that we might be telling our enemies
where we are. - Keep your voice down.

Yes, sir.

What do you want to do next,
Fearless Leader?

I'm gonna talk to Valenti.
Have him try to find Milton.

Hopefully he's still alive
and just on vacation somewhere...

- which means he could tell us more about Brody...
- Instead of all this talk...

why don't we just break into the U.F.O. Center
and take the damn thing?

Because it's too dangerous.

If he is a Skin, our best protection right now
is that he doesn't know who we really are.

And I say
that's a load of crap.

But okay, fine. We got one vote for breaking in,
and we got one against.

- Isabel?
- Don't put this on me, Michael.

We are not voting on this,
Michael.

I've made my decision.
That is the end of it.

You know, Maxwell, I don't remember
this other life we're supposed to have lived.

But I do know I was your
trusted second-in-command...

and I am pretty damn sure
that you used to listen to me.

[Door Opens]

[Beeping]

Who's there?
Stay where you are!

Hey! Don't move!

Hey! Hey!

- They don't feel broken.
- Eh, yeah, not to you.

Nice move, Michael.

How many times do we have to have
the same conversation?

- How many times do I have to...
- Knock it off, Max! All right?

- He's been through enough. He doesn't
need a lecture. - Thank you.

Better late than never.

I... just don't want to see
any of us get hurt.

I know.
But someone did get hurt.

Michael nearly got killed tonight.
Nasedo already has been killed.

Something has to be done, Max.
We have to do something about Brody.

- What are you saying?
- We have to kill him.

Wow.

He used an alien weapon.
What human could do that?

He's a Skin,
whatever that means...

and he killed Nasedo,
and he's been stalking the rest of us.

We're at war.
It's him or us, and I choose us.

Me too.

[Teacher]
What will he do?

An American spy plane has just
been shot down over Cuba.

The American pilot is dead.

There is enormous pressure to strike back,
but is it the right move...

at the right time?

Kennedy has no shortage
of advice.

His own brother Bobby
is doubting him.

But in the end,
it's his call.

And whatever course
he chooses...

history will be
his final judge.

How did he know? How did Kennedy
know to be tough with the Russians early...

but later to hang back and play it safe,
even after they shot down the U-2?

- I don't know.
- I don't either. That's the problem.

I'm supposed to be this...
this great leader...

but I don't know how
to make these kinds of decisions.

I don't have
that kind of insight.

How am I supposed to know
what's the right course of action?

Hmm.

I have a thought.
What are you talking about?

Here you are, giving me this history lesson.
You haven't even told me what is going on, Max.

- I know. I'm sorry.
- [Sighs]

- I'm just trying to figure out how to...
- Yes, yes.

You're trying to figure out how to be a leader.
All right. Here's a little insight.

- J.F. K? He's not so great.
- [Pounds Table]

Cheated on his wife
with tramps.

[Gasps] Oh, now, there's something
you and Jack have in common:

You're both involved with tramps.
How is Tess, by the way?

- I'm not involved with Tess.
- Just taking midnight strolls with her?

- You saw us?
- Yeah. We saw you.

As in Liz and I
saw you together.

Looked like a pretty romantic evening to me.
Maybe a little patty-cake on the front porch...

- before you said good night?
- No.

It's... It's a long story.

Oh, well, I certainly don't want to hear
a long story unless there's a Kennedy involved.

- I love Liz.
- I know you love Liz, Max.

You've been telling me that
the entire summer.

But now that she's back,
I'm the one who's doing all the work here.

- What am I supposed to do?
- I don't know. Do something.

Show her how you feel,
and please, please do it now.

Look, I'm sorry.

I know that you're dealing with this...
this Roswell Missile Crisis or something.

[Sighs]
Just try and follow your heart.

I mean, isn't that what
the great leaders always do?

Let's do it.

♪♪ [Man Vocalizing]

- [Humming]
- [Inaudible Scream]

- We can't do this.
- What?

- This isn't us. - I know what you're
saying, but we have to do something.

Brody's dead.
End of subject.

- What the hell?
- When'd you learn to do that?

A while ago.

Just wait here.

- [Isabel] What're you gonna do?
- Face him. Find out the truth.

And if he kills you?

Then you can be
Fearless Leader.

[Keyboard Clacking]

What're you doing
in Roswell?

[Sighs]
Is this one of those...

"disgruntled ex-employee shows up
late at night to kill his boss" stories?

I'd hate for it
to turn into that.

Why won't you answer
the question?

- Because I'm not here to answer your questions.
- No.

You're here because
of what happened on May 14.

How do you know
about May 14?

- It's all over your files.
- You rehearsed that answer.

You're here because of this.

- You're one of us, aren't you?
- That's right.

I suspected we were alike,
but I wasn't sure.

Why are you here?
What do you want?

What we all want...
to re-establish contact...

maybe even to go back.

Will you let go of me now?

Do you remember
what happened?

Not entirely.

Me neither.

Two years of recovered
memory therapy, and still...

the only thing I can remember
about my abduction...

is the color of the walls
and the smell of burned hair.

- Abduction.
- Yeah, I know. I hate the word too.

I mean, you can tell people
you've seen the Virgin Mary...

and they'll light candles
outside your bathroom.

You tell 'em you've been abducted by aliens,
and they'll write you off as a lunatic.

It happened to me
seven years ago.

I was driving my car
down the Massachusetts Turnpike...

and before you know it,
I'm in the room...

and they're doing
something to me.

And then I'm back in my car, and two days
have gone by, and I'm in West Virginia.

I would've written the entire thing off
as an acid flashback.

Then my doctor told me
the cancer was gone.

It was bone marrow,
terminal.

A year to live and, poof,
it's gone.

And you're trying to...

re-establish contact
with... the aliens?

- I have to.
- What about that?

That I bought... I don't know...
three years ago...

from some guy who deals in
supposed alien artifacts.

I thought it was
a piece of junk...

and then on May 14,
that thing just came to life.

It sent out
this-this pulse.

So, l... I hired a team, had them check
the entire radio telescope network...

for anything unusual,
and they found something.

A signal, Max.

A strange, high-energy
microwave signal...

that corresponded
exactly with what I saw.

- And you know where this signal came from?
- Roswell.

Exactly. Do you know
what this means, Max?

Aliens. I mean, not like
they're walking among us...

or anything stupid like that,
but they're actually making contact...

with people right here
in Roswell.

Now, what do you
think of that?

So, what about you, Max?

What's your abduction story?

♪♪ [Rock]

So where'd he get the money
to buy the U.F.O. Center?

- Ah, he helped take an Internet start-up
company public. - Instant millionaire.

But when he started talking about his
abduction, he became a liability.

- They bought him off.
- Yeah, for $300 million.

- Huh!
- Damn!

Note to self:
Take more computer classes.

But what about
the attack on Michael?

Brody said the device just went off in his hand.
It sent out a pulse without warning.

So I think it was because Michael was near,
but I'm not sure.

- But why would it react to Michael and not to you?
- I don't know.

Uh-oh.

So, what've I done now?

You know, my father does consider this
to be a very temporary arrangement.

- You understand that?
- Sure.

All right.
So, in that case...

I just wanted
to tell you that l...

I moved all my crap
outta the room.

You can have it.
I'll sleep on the couch or something.

- You didn't have to.
- It's not a big deal.

Uh, material possessions
only clutter the mind anyway.

You tell 'em, Buddha-boy.

- All right. I'll see ya.
- Hey.

Thanks.

So, Michael,
how do you feel about piercings?

I don't.

You should think about it.

Not into pain.

Well, it only hurts once.

Then it's about
the stimulation.

[Clears Throat]
Table four's waiting.

[Bell Jingles]

- I need to talk to you. You need to hear this.
- Max, you don't need to...

- Maria tried to explain to me about you
and Tess, okay? - This isn't about Tess.

It's about you and me.

You think I'm gonna
forget about you...

or get over it
or something.

But... But I'm not.

I don't... I don't care
about my destiny...

or my planet
or anything else.

All I care about is you.

So just know this:

I'm coming for you, Liz.

Now, that is a great man.

You realize our problems
aren't over, don't you, Max?

Whoever killed Nasedo
is still out there.

And he's probably close by.

- Cover me?
- What else is new?
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♪♪ [Man Vocalizing]