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[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.

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♪♪ [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.

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- 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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