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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Before my dad died, he
wrote me these letters.

Some of the symbols in these letters

match the symbols on this glass.

Does the name Caulfield
mean anything to you?

It's a prison a hundred
miles north of here.

It's been shut down for decades.

I think there's a fourth alien.

And I think maybe your sister

is innocent of all of this.

What if the fourth alien can...

Get in people's mind
when they're blacked out

and convince them to commit murder.

Max, it's him. It's Noah.

Let's go home, darling.

Sucks to be powerless, doesn't it?

We were all hopeful once.

We left behind a war-torn,
desolate planet

in search of a better
place to call home.

We were refugees, together.

But the ship was hijacked.

Driven into the ground by a stowaway.

We crashed in a foreign land,

trading one kind of
violence for another.

I listened all night

as humans slaughtered our
comrades, our families.

What is it you call them?

Pods?

Well, mine wasn't built like yours.

I was traveling with the peasants.

My pod was flimsy.

It cracked on impact.

It wasn't built to last.

But it was my only option.

I just wanted some quiet,
to silence the screaming.

I got to pee.

Isobel's been extra annoying lately.

That broken pod kept
me alive, but barely.

Turned me into some rotted,
mangled version of myself.

No one ever came for
me until you, Isobel.

You and I were both alone that night.

And then, we weren't.

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This is not healthy, Iz.

What, hanging out in a cave, or
my husband violating my body

to commit the first of his 14 murders?

I'm just trying to process this.

You know, figure out how I
never realized what he was,

after all this time.

Pod keeps him comfortable.

I say we drag Noah out,

torture some information out of him.

He'll die.

He's got Liz's serum
coursing through his veins.

- It'll kill him outside of that thing.
- So?

We'll we have Liz whip up a
fresh batch of the antidote.

Let him live a long life out here

where I can make him suffer.

We don't have to do anything right now.

It's only been three days.
Let yourself heal.

When you're ready,
you'll know what to do.

Doesn't matter if it's tomorrow
or ten years from now.

He's not going anywhere,
and neither are we.

Our whole lives, we've
wondered where we came from,

what we are doing here.
I don't know, Max,

- if only there was someone to ask.
- Give her time.

Could you guys stop it?

We're going to decide
what to do together,

just... not today.

- Please.
- Fine.

We'll talk again tomorrow.

♪ Well, I wonder what it's like... ♪

Table five's Neptuna Melt is
missing Crater Tots, Niko.

- All right, I'm on it.
- I see the antenna's back in play.

Oh, it was the one thing missing
from my angiogenic research.

Mm. You are brilliant.

You'll be back in a lab in no time.

More Space Jam down here, honey.

I have three degrees.

And Rocket Relish on your collar.

Another handprint from Evans?

No. I haven't seen Max in a few days.

He's had family stuff.

Handprint is from the fight with Noah.

Can't believe Roswell's Mr.
Congeniality is the killer.

Noah is basically in alien
jail forever, probably.

Justice is served,

and I got the answers I was
looking for with my sister,

- so it's done.
- Yeah.

You seem real well-adjusted.

I'm working on the whole closure thing.

Yeah, me, too.

Listen,

uh, I've got some

personal stuff going on today,
but this weekend, I was thinking

of visiting my dad's grave,

and I'd like to pay
respects to Rosa, too.

- You want to come?
- Yeah, that'd be nice.

Thank you.

Rosa always liked you.

Mm, no, she didn't.

¿Hola? Yo quiero some frickin' service.

Isn't it a little early?

Not if you've had my morning.

Uh, I need your help with something.

I told you a little bit
about my dad's involvement

with Project Shepherd.

The top secret alien-hunting op?

Right. So weird how he never
had me over for Sunday dinner.

Technically, it was established
to cover up the UFO

and any subsequent activity.

But, yeah, I do think there was
a more sinister element to it.

- I'm listening.
- I keep finding

mention of a prison named Caulfield.

It shut down in the '70s,

but some of the heat signatures

that we've detected are inconsistent

with human body temperature.

Aliens.

Potentially.

We won't know

until we see for ourselves, but maybe.

You do run hot, Guerin.

There's no way.

There's just, there's no way

other aliens survived.

We'd have known.

Then what's the harm in a road trip?

There, uh, there is one catch.

Who's driving?

You know, while you were in stasis,

I damn near hibernated here.

I'd tell you about my day, read to you.

I didn't hear any of that, Max.

Time stands still in there.

He doesn't deserve the sound
of your voice ever again.

It's not about him hearing it.

Just might feel good to
get it off your chest.

I'm-a, I'm gonna wait in the car.

I want to get you home
before the storm comes in,

but I'll give you some time.

Cosmic Cakes and Crashbrowns.

Thank you. Wow.

Max?

How is it possible?

- No.
- Well, is he making you do this?

No. He has Liz's serum in him.

He can't control me. It's me.

Don't kill him. We need answers.

You're just in time.

Noah here is about to start talking.

Now, you worthless piece...

Max.

You think we're enemies, but we're not.

We were all hopeful once.

We left behind

a war-torn, desolate planet

in search of a better
place to call home.

We were refugees...

together.

We were both all alone that night.

And then we weren't.

I'd been in silence so long

and then I heard something beautiful.

Michael wanted to camp out at the site

of the UFO crash that night.

Were you lurking there?

I wasn't lurking.

I crawled into that pod in 1947,

just to get some rest
before someone came for me.

But it was defective,
broken in the crash,

and I couldn't get out.

I wasn't in stasis like
I should have been.

I was aware

of every miserable moment.

Paralyzed. I weakened.

I shriveled. No choice but
to wait for something

I knew may never come.

Isobel's psychic scream that night...

was the sweetest sound.

If you hadn't left her alone, I
never would've heard her voice.

She was 14 years old.

Max said you blacked out

- after the assault.
- That's how he got in.

You crawled in through
some crack in my psyche?

Yes, and I stayed.

Through the years, every
time you were triggered,

every time you were afraid,

you left your body,

and gave me space to borrow it.

I need air.

Could you make sure she's okay?

He's weak.

If-if we don't do anything,

I doubt he's gonna make
it through the day.

Is that what you want?

Be careful.

When I accessed the satellite
imagery from the base,

the prison had zero heat signature.

They're using a really advanced
camouflage technology.

- How'd you bypass it?
- Well, I'm more advanced.

This storm that's rolling
in, though, is messing

- with the radar now.
- Well,

there's something here worth hiding.

Something my dad wanted me to know,

or he wouldn't have
gone to all the trouble

to hide the word
"Caulfield" in his letters

before he was murdered.

We don't know that he was murdered.

You can't give somebody a brain tumor.

Wait.

What's that heat signature?

Just me.

What do we need him for?

You, uh, under the weather?
Maybe experiencing

selective amnesia about the
hell this dick put you through?

Look, high school's ten
years to the left.

Let's focus on the shadowy

government conspiracy on the right.

Something's wrong in there.

I thought Isobel was the
psychic and you were the Jedi.

Jedis are psychic.

I've never actually seen Star Trek.

Oh, my God.

I'm not psychic, but I pick
up on Max and Iz sometimes.

When things are really bad

for one of us, the others
get flashes of pain.

You got one of those flashes now?

No.

It's like screaming

from far away.

You sure you want to do this?

Damn it.

Let's start again.

Where are we from?

You don't know?

You got a map tattooed on your shoulder.

Is that what that is?

What does it mean? How do I read it?

You know...

On second thought, I
don't mind the pain.

Reminds me I'm alive.

Plus, if I'm gonna die,

might as well do it watching
you twist in the wind.

Anyway, there's not much time, so...

You better get here soon,

if you want to ask your questions.

Michael's not picking up.

- I'm sure he's okay.
- Yeah, of course he's fine.

The villain is slowly dying
on my brother's couch.

It's okay to grieve.

It's okay to miss

the version of him that you loved.

What great disappointment of yours

do you want me to relate
to right now, Liz?

Your mother who was never there

to cut the crusts off your sandwiches?

Or Rosa who didn't have
it all figured out at 19?

I won't pretend I know
what you're going through.

I mean,

you were violated in a way that's...

unimaginable.

It doesn't matter

what Michael needs to know from him,

and it doesn't matter how angry Max is.

What do you need?

I've never lost someone that I loved.

Was there anything that
made you feel better

about Rosa?

The truth helped.

I feel them.

Come on, this way.

Why can't you Magneto your
way through this one?

I don't know.

Wait, someone's coming.

I'll take care of this.

- Head towards the entrance.
- No.

Go.

Don't move.

I didn't think you'd have it in you.

It's been a long time, Flint.

Good to see you.

Why are you here, Alex?

Uh, Dad sent me to fortify the
digital security measures.

Aren't you on desk duty in Roswell?

Like you're stationed in Munich?

- Mm.
- You're able-bodied,

of sound mind. Why are you in this hole

instead of out there basking
in the glory you deserve?

You know, it's not a hole.

See, you wouldn't believe the
scientific breakthroughs

we've hatched in this facility:

SR-71, nanotech.

Ever since the, uh...

'47 UFO crash?

Like I said, Dad told
me the family secret.

You're not a scientist.

You're a Special Forces
Weapons Sergeant.

What are you doing here?

Dad brought me in five years ago.
He wanted to build a wall

against an impending alien invasion.

Wh... That doesn't look like a wall.

That looks like a thermobaric ordnance.

It's a smart bomb.

- Oh, will it feed my beagle?
- We're in beta.

Once perfected, it'll
be innocuous to humans,

designed to kill aliens using
their DNA against them.

Bioweapons are banned by
international treaty.

The U.N.'s jurisdiction
ends at the ozone layer.

The jurisdiction on genocide?

Genocide is the aliens' intent for us

during a systematic invasion.

They're perfectly designed to kill.

It's coming.

The question is whether
or not we'll be ready.

I see that you're just as committed

to the cause as our old man.

Dad didn't send you, did he?

No, Dad would never send you.

I need a private moment with him.

- No.
- Max.

- No.
- I wasn't asking.

Finally.

Thank you.

You need to listen, my love...

Don't... use that word.

I need to snap her out of this.

He can't hurt her physically.

Her mindscape is the only place

where she has total control.

I think she needs that right now.

I appreciate your concern, but
you don't know Isobel like I do.

And you don't know how it
feels to lose someone.

She had a life with him.

She felt loved.

She had a partner.

A bunch of secrets and lies
just stole that from her.

Are you sympathizing with
the man who debased Isobel?

- Who killed Rosa?
- I am not.

Noah is a vile sociopath
who murdered my sister

because he felt entitled to her.

I hate him.

But he...

Please do not finish that sentence.

He left this mark on me

the night of the gala
when he tried to kill me.

I need to know why.

I was barely alive,

physically, but my mind was sharp.

That's what made the
decades so agonizing.

Then I had the chance

to see this world where we landed

through your eyes,

your beautiful eyes.

You used me like a sock puppet

to prey on a lost

teenage girl.

Rosa... wasn't prey.

Tell that to the headstone at
the Frontier Valley Cemetery,

- Noah.
- She couldn't be trusted.

Don't blame her.

You faltered.

You were the one who dropped
your harmless facade when she

caught a glimpse of your truth.
She was too smart to love you.

And she died for it.

Me? I... I believed your lies.

Lucky me.

I didn't want to tell you, I-I
thought it would bother you.

Bother me? He marked you!

Max, I feel him now.

I feel his fear.

He's afraid to die.

My serum is right now
killing a living thing

that is capable of fear.

I haven't slept in days.

I-I created a makeshift lab.
I made more of the antidote.

Not because I want him to live.

Because I don't want to be a killer.

What's happening?

Your body's been deteriorating.

And your mind is starting to go, too.

You don't want to watch me die.
I can tell you

where the antidote is.
You can bring it to me.

We can go back to how
things were before.

How things were when we
were both pretending

- to be human?
- Yes!

We were good at it.

We could do it again.

Pretend this all away.

Hey, hey, are you okay?

No.

I don't want to do this alone.

Okay.

Are we just following alien radar?

Feel free to leave me alone.

Hey! Your ship crashed
into my family in '47.

My father's dead, and I
think the reason for it

is somewhere inside these walls.

You're not the only one
who wants answers.

Alex and I decoded my dad's letters.

Look. This repeats.

7A-N38.

Alex and you, huh?

Well... after you.

Why are you really here, Alex?

Tying up loose ends before
my honorable discharge.

You ever get tired of being the
black sheep of the family?

Do you ever get tired
of following the flock?

I know it wasn't easy for
you growing up with Dad,

but I tried my best to
protect you from him.

Oh, spare me.

Don't worry, I won't tell
him that you let me in.

Look, you don't get it.

You should have stayed away.

I'm sorry, but you're not leaving here.

Holy...

He's an alien.

They all are.

I can feel them.

They're angry.

Confused, frightened.

If they're survivors
of the 1947 crash...

they've been in captivity for 71 years.

Will you just shut up, Valenti?!

These people, they're like me.

Their bodies are covered in bruises,

scarring, needle tracks.

Antisocial behavior

indicates prolonged trauma.

Seven decades of torture.

We got to get them out of here.

Bring them where?

They're feral.

My dad wanted me to find Subject N-38.

It's all over the letters.

Hey.

Guerin.

Oh, no.

Oh, I know her.

I-I know, I know, I know her.

Are you sure?

Someone's coming. Go. Go, go.

Who are you?

The new lab tech.

I need to get in and collect a sample

- for Subject N-38.
- You've got to be mistaken.

There's been a strict ban on any
interaction with Subject N-38

- since 1962.
- Sorry.

Um, must've been a mix-up.

He looks...

- harmless.
- Looks can be deceiving.

They used to send lab rats in there.
Rabbits.

- They'd all die.
- What'd he do?

Eat them? No.

Everything it touches dies
of violent, rapid cancer.

It could give a tumor to a brick wall.

Any human ever go in there?

Once.

Well, I didn't think this awful
ménage à trois was inevitable,

but...

I can make your slow and painful death

more slow and more painful.

You'd like to kill me, wouldn't you?

You're hungry for it.

Come on, Maximo, you can't

lie in here.

What's he talking about, Max?

I'm sure you're wondering
why I stopped borrowing

your body after Rosa died.

How I healed, how I got
out of that pod, finally.

I didn't want to kill Rosa,
but there's the cruel irony:

killing her,

channeling her exquisite life force,

it brought me back.

I changed shape and my mind sharpened.

Kills make us stronger, don't they, Max?

Destruction makes us feel better.

Physically, at least.

That's why the bodies piled up.

You keep killing because
it keeps you strong.

That's why your powers are
so much stronger than ours.

It's simple practice.

You could be strong if you
weren't so afraid of yourself.

I kill to keep my body alive.

After all those years
in that broken pod,

it wants to disintegrate,
and I won't let it.

- You're a parasite.
- And you're an aberration.

When you heal people,
it nearly kills you

because it's unnatural,
downright freakish,

but hell if you didn't feel
like a force of nature

after you killed the creep

in the desert that night.

You felt like a god.

You got a tiny taste again
this year, didn't you,

blowing out all the power in town?

Destruction is chaos

is entropy is energy

is power is victory.

You would not be hiding here

unless you had something to hide from.

That's Dad's way.

Blackmail people into obedience.

Manipulate them, exploit them.

Do not talk to me about orders.

- What does he have on you?
- Alex.

You brought Kyle Valenti with you.

Think I figured it out.

Look, this place is a nightmare.

Guantanamo for innocent people,
and our fathers facilitated it.

Aliens have been tortured
here for decades.

They told you about Subject N-38.

Don't tell me there's a

alien that can cause a brain tumor.

They're all killers.
Makes them stronger.

We have the research to prove it.

My dad participated in that research?

Kept aliens isolated?

Starved, dissected?

Then he deserved it.

If killing makes you
strong, why not kill me?

Why not steal my life force?

Was it not exquisite enough for you?

I need you, Isobel.

I still do.

Stop lying.

He can't lie to us in here.

What do you need her for, Noah?

I need all of you.

For leverage.

For what?

Why were we in the upper
class and you weren't?

Why were we protected in the crash?

If you want to know the truth,

give me the antidote.

I'll tell you everything
you want to know.

Where we come from, why we came here,

who you really are.

We're not fools.

He can't lie in here.

He means it.

He wants the antidote in
exchange for answers.

- He'll have his powers back.
- Don't worry.

I don't want them.

And the truth didn't make
anything better for me.

I just want to go home.

Call me when he's dead.

I'll drive her home.

Liz, give me the antidote

before you go.

I'm serious. If I'm the
one holding the cure,

then I'm the one refusing to use it.

I'm the killer, not you.

- I'm not gonna put that on...
- Trust me.

I won't lose any sleep.

Come on.

I know you. Why? Why do I know you?

I'm gonna do it the old-fashioned way.

What the hell?

Quarantine breach.

We have ten minutes to get out of this

building before it turns to dust.

That would be your cue to leave.

Initiating quarantine protocol.

You have ten minutes to
evacuate the premises.

Look, just grab everything
that you can, okay?

Hard drives, anything,

- but make sure that you get out.
- Okay.

Okay?

Okay, but Michael's in a holding area.

Down the hall, to the left,
you'll see the staircase.

- 7A.
- Okay.

Thank you for bringing this stuff over.

The extra cuffs are overkill,
but I can't be too careful.

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah, sure?

No wildly inappropriate aside about

stealing police-issued
restraints for personal use?

Who are you and what have
you done with my partner?

There is a serial killer
in your bedroom, Max.

This isn't order. This isn't justice.

And you shouldn't be
handling this on your own.

I would love to turn him
in to a greater authority,

but then I risk exposure,

and who's to say they
could even hold him?

There has to be a better way.

Oh, it's too late now.

W... Aren't you on duty?

Why are you in civvies?

I'm permanently off duty.

In the melee after the gala, I
discharged my service weapon.

Small town. People notice gunshots.

And I couldn't exactly tell
Valenti I was rescuing you

from a body-snatching alien

who was wearing your sister, so...

Okay. Then we'll just figure
out your cover story.

I gave her a cover story.

I told her that I had a little
bit too much champagne,

and that I was showing off.

Honestly, it was

right on brand.

No.

No. I should be the one to
take the fall for that.

Why would you do that?

You know why.

I am sorry I led you on. You didn't.

You were clear.

My sister's been transferred
to a prison in Ohio.

And I want to be closer to her. So...

- Yeah.
- I'm leaving Roswell.

This is the last thing I do for you.

It has to be.

Copy that.

You've been a good partner, Evans.

You've been a good friend, Cam.

Guerin!

Guerin! Come on, we have to go!

I have to get through!

The alarm is not a suggestion!

Okay? Nothing gets out alive.

They're my family, Alex!

Initiating quarantine protocol.

You have two minutes to evacuate.

All right, maybe.

But you are mine!

What? No!

- You got to go, Alex.
- I don't look away, Guerin.

No.

Go!

Go! I don't love you!

I don't!

We've been holding onto this thing!

And what?

It's gotten us nowhere.

Just let go.

You're a miserable liar.

Initiating quarantine protocol.
You have one minute

to evacuate the premises.

She's my m...

she's my m...

Your mother?

- Did she speak?
- No.

- Did she say anything?
- No.

No, but she said...

she said she loves me.

And then she said to run.

Get down.

Hey, Maximo.

Want to grab a brewski?

You were right earlier, you know.

All day I've been telling Isobel

that it's her call what we do with you.

That I'd back her play.

But I want you dead.

And I want to be the one to do it.

Is this about the possession

or the kills or the mark

I left on your girl?

I knew that would make you crazy.

All your books.

The stories you write.

Humans spend their lives looking
for meaning, but they have none.

We have a purpose,

you and me.

And if you let me die,

you'll spend the rest of your
life on this dumb planet

never knowing what it is.

I got this far.

Think I'm better off

being just a guy from Roswell.

What if there's some truth to it?

That the aliens are killers?

Michael's a good person.

What if the good ones are
the exception to the rule?

Powers they have aren't exactly
benign, and I think that...

You just watched your government

blow up a building full
of elderly people.

Your brain is trying to justify
the slaughter so that...

so that your government can be right.

You want to believe that we're safe.

That goodness prevails.

That's the coldest reality about war.

Sometimes you're just
doing what you're told.

Then all of a sudden,
things are burning.

People are screaming.

And then you look around,
and you realize...

that the evil is you.

Any last words?

Some people like to
repent before they die.

Repent?

To who?

God?

You, Maximo?

Don't.

Don't leave me to die alone, Max.

Then tell me where we're from.

What are we doing here?

You're going out the
same way you started

your life on this planet.

Weak, desperate and completely alone.

Hey.

We've been calling you all day.

You look like hell.

- You okay?
- Where's Noah?

I, uh...

I went to the cave.
He wasn't in the pod.

Noah's in the back. Dying.
It's just a matter of minutes.

Hey, hey. You need to talk to me.
What happened?

I don't want to talk to you.

I want to talk to him.

We need to get him the antidote.

That's not gonna happen.

This is the end of Noah's
story, right now. Okay?

I'm not letting another alien die.

Not until I get some answers.

Not until I know the truth.

This is how it's gonna go, Max?

That all depends on what you do next.

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