All language subtitles for Roswell, New Mexico - 01x09

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Welcome to Project Shepherd.
For the past 70 years,

your ancestors and mine have
led an operation to protect

this entire planet.

You're gonna request a
transfer out of Roswell.

If you ever come back, I
will alert the Pentagon.

I'm going out of town.

I need you to be my eyes
and ears while I'm gone.

Liz, I have loved you my entire life.

You destroyed my sister to save yours!

Isobel's having blackouts.
She's dangerous.

- Something has to be done.
- They can keep you here

on a temporary psych
hold for a little while.

These are the samples
you collected from me.

I was trying to create a serum
that would mute your powers.

A few hours ago,

everything was fine with
Isobel's blood sample,

but suddenly, something has changed.

At the current rate of degeneration,

Isobel will be dead by
the end of the day.

You created this stuff.

You can create the antidote.

Max showed you our pods, right?

If this liquid

kept you in stasis, not
aging for 50 years,

then that's exactly what we need.

_

"Even broken in spirit as he is,

"no one can feel more
deeply than he does

"the beauties of nature.

"The starry sky, the sea

"and every sight afforded
by these wonderful regions,

"seems still to have the power

"of elevating his soul from earth.

"Such a man has a double
existence: he may suffer misery,

"and be overwhelmed by disappointments;

"yet, when he has retired into himself,

"he will be like a celestial spirit

"that has a halo around him,

within whose circle no
grief or folly ventures."

What do you think the odds
are antidote number 148

is our lucky number?

We haven't given up on you, Isobel.

We never will.

- Resynced by omikron -
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I'm sure that there's an explanation

for this, Mr. Bracken.

An explanation?

My wife is missing, Sheriff.

Max says she's in rehab,
but won't tell me where.

He says she needs privacy.

But it's been well over 28 days,

and Isobel has been planning the
gala for the grand reopening

of the UFO Emporium all year.

There's no way she'd miss it.

Okay, well, Deputy Evans

is off duty today, but
I can call him in.

This town is counting on
the influx of tourism

the museum opening will bring.

But young blondes who vanish
into thin air get attention.

If I don't hear from her in 48
hours, I'm going to the press.

And if I were you,
Sheriff, I'd treat Max

as a suspect in this case.

Whatever explanation he
offers, question it.

How's your mom?

Uh, she keeps ranting about the
sex scandal in the White House.

Which one?

Lewinsky. She thinks it's 1998.

And she doesn't recognize me,

because I was seven.

Tequila or whiskey?

Ooh...

Whatever's cheaper.

You lost the crutch.

Yeah. It was slowing me down.

Mm. Oh, you don't have to leave.

I was on my way out.

Hey.

Is this really how it ends?

Sex was epic.

So shouldn't the breakup
involve some pyrotechnics?

Scream? Break some stuff?

Really make it feel over.

Sometimes the world ends
with a whimper, Guerin.

So I was thinking maybe we flip a coin.

Heads, it's on the house;
tails, I'll pay for it.

Your tab's cleared, anyway.

- You know I don't need your charity.
- It's not charity.

It's an exchange. My
car's acting up again.

You need a new engine.

What I need is a ride.

- To Texas.
- A faith healer?

Mm-hmm.

Max, Isobel's organs are failing.

Thoughts and prayers
won't save her liver.

I've been looking for information

about this symbol for weeks
and came up with nada.

And then today, my reverse
image search found this.

The traveling show stops
outside McLean tomorrow.

And this woman, Arizona, claims
to have the power to heal

in her right hand.

You think this crack's one of us.

I don't know.

But I think she's the first
person we've encountered

that might know something.

You said this symbol might be a beacon.

Let's heed the call.

Wow. Having Guerin
around as your lab rat

yielded some real progress.

Hey.

Where are the actual lab rats?

Uh, in the freezer.

Dr. Avila and I sacrificed
them yesterday.

Your casual blurring of the lines

between science experiment
and satanic rituals

concerns me, Liz.

So, when do you plan

to actually administer
the antidote to Isobel?

I have to wait,

see if there's any degradation
over the next 36 hours.

And then you'll administer it.

Liz, you can't leave her
in that pod forever.

We don't put people in eggs,
no matter how much she sucks.

I know that.

This is so much easier with rats.

It took me a long time to
learn that most times,

when I call time of death for a patient,

it's not because I killed them.

It's because I couldn't save them.

There's a difference.

I only have one shot,

and it has to be perfect.

Once we take her out
of the pod, her organs

- are gonna...
- Nope, nope. I refuse to concede.

Because Die Hard is not a
frickin' Christmas movie.

Huh? Uh, Maria will back me on this.

Oh, sorry. Hans Gruber is
undeniably the Grinch.

It's like I don't know you at all.

- I got to go.
- Mm-hmm.

What'd I tell you about
working on Saturdays?

Ah, workaholism is a disease, Maria.

Please, be sensitive to my plight.

How are you?

Honestly? Not awesome.

Mom's getting much worse.

Okay, I'm gonna make a call.

There is a drug trial
happening at UCLA...

No, I didn't come for a
doctor, or a scientist.

I need your help with another option.

Ooh! Tennessee plates,

New York plates.

These people are real desperate.

Yep. Oh, crap.

What?

New Mexico plates.

Max.

- There a problem, Officer?
- Right, flashing the Air Force I.D.

Because cops don't give speeding
tickets to combat vets.

After all, you did serve two
tours with the highest-regarded

air expeditionary group,
and you were recommended

for the Air Force Medal and the
Air Force Cross, and that was

before your injury... something
your dad should be proud of...

Except all three of your
brothers have medals, too.

How fast was I going?

My name is Jenna Cameron.

And I pulled you over
because I need your help.

Your father has asked me to
report any strange activity

in town to him.

Something strange has come up,

but, uh, I don't think he's
the right Manes to tell.

- You following me?
- No.

I try to stay upwind of you, Guerin.

Oh. Well, just let me know

next time, DeLuca, and we won't

- have to take two cars.
- Oh, I don't usually

go for the guy whose only
friend is his parole officer.

Usually.

I'm gonna get some lemonade.

Sounds refreshing.

Thank you, everyone, thank you.

My name is Arizona.

Some of you are true believers.

Some of you came to prove me wrong.

But the sky spirit sees all.

And today,

she calls for...

you.

You're a skeptic, aren't you?

A seeker of the truth.

But your pain is not your truth.

One day, your body will turn
into the sun and the moon.

The sky spirit already lives in you.

Close your eyes.

It is done.

So, what?

You think she's like us?

We're not the only three
who survived the crash?

No. But it's not impossible.

Maybe there were more pods, or
she came in a different ship.

I say we ambush her in her
private little tepee thing.

We'll corner her till she
coughs up the truth.

Dude, no. We can't go
at her guns blazing.

You literally hate everything

- that I love.
- Look, when I use my hand

to heal, I get sick, lights go crazy.

Hey, if she's like us, she's
a lot stronger than I am.

She's more controlled,
so let's make sure

she's an ally before we do
anything that can expose us.

She's doing private consultations.

What are you gonna ask her to heal?

Your wounded heart?

So, what's going on?

Your dad gave me this
file six weeks ago,

and wanted me to report any
similar deaths directly to him.

Handprint-related deaths.

You see that tattoo?

I cross-referenced police files
for the identifying mark.

That was a teenage prostitute
who was killed in 2011,

found in a shallow grave somewhere south

of Cowboy Ruckus.

But in the official autopsy,

the handprint's not mentioned.

- That's strange.
- The medical examiner

who signed off is Jane Holden.

In ten years, she's done 14
autopsies for Roswell PD.

All homeless people, addicts
and illegal immigrants.

So, all people that wouldn't
be missed by the system.

Almost all.

The first of 14, Rosa Ortecho.

I've been in this town long enough

to know that people
noticed she was gone.

You think there's a conspiracy here.

Why did you bring this to me?

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

And since your dad blackmailed
me to surveil you,

I think we're gonna be besties.

Welcome.

What can the sky spirit do for you?

Uh...

I still want to try the
whole rock star thing

before I'm 30, so...

This is a terrible injury.

To heal this, you'll have to
reopen the wound in your mind.

All the pain you've hidden there.

It won't be easy.

But it's... possible.

Yes.

But for an injury

this extensive,

- it'll be 8,000.
- Dollars?

We don't have that kind of cash.

Nobody has that kind of cash.

The sky spirit understands.

Thank you for coming.

How do you sleep at night,

turning people away knowing that

your friggin' sky spirit can save them?

Judging by the grease on your
jeans, you're a mechanic, right?

You do that for free?

So?

Alien vibes?

Or you think the sky
spirit's a real thing?

Well, what's your scientific hypothesis?

That there's no science here.

- If I were the hoping kind...
- Which you're not.

But if I were...

I'd hope it was an
old-fashioned miracle.

Evidence that there's a plan.

That God exists, and
that he won't let us

screw things up too badly.

I think the whole point of God is to

believe without evidence.

Max, I'm healed!

Seriously?

No.

Come on, dude.

She knew I was a mechanic

from the state of my pants.

So she said some magical BS,
and she quoted us a price

that she knew I couldn't
afford in a million years.

But you guys saw the man with the limp.

I just... I have this feeling.
I believe her.

That feeling, DeLuca, is naأ¯vetأ©.

You want to believe her, babe.

Yeah.

I mean, I admire your faith in people.

I even envy it, but...

you need that money.

The woman behind the curtain.

Michael.

That's the guy with the limp.

He's an actor.

She's a fraud.

DeLuca, where you going?

To a bar. Obviously.

Max. Max!

Hey.

Sir, there's a line.

I have a few questions.

This is so not your jurisdiction.

So call the cops. Is this a game to you,

conning innocent people?

I've committed no crime.

Except fraud.

Sick people risk their health

and travel hundreds of miles,
and you, what, laugh it off?

Spin some crap about spirits,

and steal the hard-earned
money of people

with medical bills to pay?

You're a hack.

Just give me one honest answer.

What is this?

I don't know.

You're gonna spend two nights
in county and a year in court.

That's gonna be bad for business.

Why do you care about some clip art?

- It's just something I saw.
- And stole.

Hijacking important iconography
for personal gain.

You are not lecturing
an indigenous woman

about cultural appropriation.

Those redneck idiots out
there vote every year

to strip my people away from our land,

our rights and our humanity.

So, yeah,

I play into their

magical nubile savage fantasy for money.

It's not my fault they're too
stupid to see through it.

Were they asking about the sigil?

Yeah.

Asking about the flier.

Real dicks about it, too.

Whoo... Dinner is served.

Did you even pay for these?

Uh, I may have come into
some money recently.

It's not my fault the swindler
left buckets of cash unattended.

- Salud.
- Salud.

What's up, you pregnant?

No, I'm just... I'm tired.
I'm gonna get some water.

He just feels guilty having

anything resembling fun
while Isobel is in...

Rehab.

Makes sense.

Turns out my mom is gonna
lose all her memories

by the time she's 50.

Arizona's a thief.

I've been stuck with Guerin
all day, and Max is moping?

No. Absolutely not.

- You gonna follow her?
- Nope.

Don't you think she, like, needs
a girlfriend, or whatever?

Nope.

What's up, Texas?

I'm having a crappy day.

So I'm gonna forget all about it.

Join me, will ya?

Maria DeLuca is her own savior.

Every damn time.

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your heart trampled on â™ھ

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Hey.

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You want to dance?

Uh...

I'm good.

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Okay. Your loss.

Come on.

Dance with me, Mikey.

"Mikey"?

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â™ھ Recommend biting off
more than you can chew â™ھ

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So, you overthrow your father,

sent him to Africa, and brought
a girl into the clubhouse?

I'm 28 years old, served two tours,

and could break 12 bones in your body

in less than a second and a half.

Who you calling a girl?

I called you because we
are looking into an M.E.

named Dr. Jane Holden.

She works at your hospital.

Do you know her?

Her name is familiar.

Why do you ask?

Holden only signs off on autopsy reports

of people who die under
strange circumstances.

All 14 of them,

said killed by a mysterious handprint.

Yeah, I'm sorry, did you...

14 deaths?

Rosa Ortecho was the first.

Shouldn't you be heading home?

Oh, I'm sorry, to let the
guys handle the scary stuff?

Look, Master Sergeant Manes

threatened my sister's life, okay?

If I were smart, I'd stay
in line with his orders,

be quiet, and report just to him.

But...

someone I work with might be involved.

Max Evans.

Right.

Is that why you brought this to us,

after sitting on it for six weeks?

Your father indicated that Evans

might have a connection to this case,

and now I think he's a suspect
in a missing persons case.

His sister.

Isobel isn't missing.

Trust me.

Look, you don't need to
involve yourself in any of...

If you push me out, I go to the sheriff.

All right?

Or-or I'll tell Jesse Manes.

And I have a feeling that
neither of you wants that.

Did you just threaten to
tattle to our parents?

You'll regret this,

Jenna.

- I've been where you are.
- Oh, really?

Investigating a serial killer?

Just tell her.

If what you're suggesting is true,

we aren't investigating a serial killer.

We are investigating an
alien serial killer.

You got another one of those?

That's better.

What are you doing out here?

There's an entire bar full of women

who know nothing about you.

I am just trying to get some fresh air,

- Mm.
- Sober up.

Fresh air's overrated.

So is sobering up.

Did we lose our people?

Well, Alanis is getting some air,

and Michael is drunkenly
following her around.

Oh.

Yeah, I have his keys, though.

I can give you a ride back to Roswell.

No, it's a long drive,
and you look exhausted.

Mm. I haven't been sleeping.

You know that feeling where
you can't get comfortable?

You know,

the whole world feels wrong
without Isobel, and...

I know, it's weird.

It's not so weird.

It's weird.

Okay, well, you're too tired to drive,

and I'm currently made of tequila,

so, there's a motel across the street.

We can get a couple rooms,
text Michael and Maria

where we're at.

Yeah. Sounds good.

You know, I knew something
weird was going on,

but "Max Evans is an alien
murderer" wasn't top of my list.

Just out of curiosity,

what was?

I don't know. Wizard murderer?

Max isn't any kind of murderer.

I mean... probably. I don't know.

No, he's not.

My dad is a bigot with no moral compass.

Nothing he says about anyone
should be taken as truth.

Is everyone in this town
in love with Max Evans?

Angsty nerd isn't really my type,

even if he is tall.

Is your type angry cowboy?

That's why you shut
down Project Shepherd.

So your dad would stop
digging into your boyfriend.

No, I... I shut down Project Shepherd

because it was an unauthorized mission,

exploiting military resources
for a-a-a harmful agenda.

Chill. I respect your choices.

And I'm at the end of
my enlistment period.

I didn't ask for this legacy.

Did you?

My admin buddy got back to me.

Cameron was right.

There is no Dr. Holden in Roswell.

There never was.

So Holden is a farce that
Project Shepherd used

to just keep this quiet.

Where are you going?

Project Shepherd began

as a cover-up to keep
America from learning about

aliens and descending
into fear and chaos.

But if there is a killer

preying on vulnerable people...

then maybe fear is justified.

As of tomorrow morning at 0800 hours,

Project Shepherd is back
on for one more operation.

But this time, I'm in charge.

Only got one room. King-size bed.

It's the jalapeأ±o room. Real spicy.

I'll sleep in the truck.
No, don't be silly.

- No, no, no, it's...
- It's fine. We're adults.

Never mind.

Found another avail... The Alamo room.

Which of you is most into mass carnage?

Couldn't sleep?

No. You?

Couldn't get comfortable.

How's the Alamo?

I'm pretty sure I'll remember it.

Mm.

I'm sorry you didn't get
what you came here for.

Shouldn't have let myself
become a hoping kind of person.

I don't know, I just keep thinking

that I wish there was someone
out there who could relate.

I know you miss Isobel, but
you still have Michael.

Don't tell him, but I
actually kind of like him.

It's different for Isobel and Michael.

My gift can be a hell of a burden.

Honestly, I've...

wondered if I shouldn't do
what Arizona purports to do.

If I'm wasting this thing.

When you heal people,
it makes you sick, Max.

Yeah, maybe it wouldn't
if I practiced more.

Since I joined the force, I
have seen five civilians die.

Jeff Gretchen...

Heroin overdose.

Hayley Spire... Gunshot to the stomach.

Frankie Vallette was a car wreck, and

Walter Inman threw himself
off the JP White building.

And then you. You're
the only one I saved.

I was afraid of exposing myself,

so I... I don't know.

Not saving someone isn't
the same as killing them.

Do you really believe that?

I'm trying to.

The problem with having
a superpower, right?

Yeah. Uneasy lies the head
that wears the crown.

Henry IV.

Part 2.

May I?

I want to thank you again

for everything you're doing for Isobel.

I-I know we don't deserve your help...

You were a kid in an
impossible circumstance

with no one to turn to.

I would do anything for my sister,

so how can I hate you for
a moment of desperation?

I let you believe for ten years...

Yes, but I'm not angry at you for that.

I don't trust people, Max.

I-I... I don't think people
are inherently good.

But I believed you were.

So when you lied to me,
it broke my heart.

I was angry at myself for
letting that happen.

It's not your fault that I let you down.

But that's the thing.

I still believe you're good.

Good night, Max.

Good night.

I know you don't like me.

And that's cool.

But all this is a lot.

If you ever want to drop the
"0800 hours" soldier jargon,

we can get a beer, we can...

My dad listed Guerin and
his friends as threats.

I didn't want to believe it.

But if there have been 14 murders...

Listen.

Max and Guerin...

and Isobel...

have done things I can't really forgive.

But...

they're kids we grew up with.

You know?

They're not...

that.

If you care about him as much
as it looks like you do,

then talk to him.

I just... I can't go in blind.

I'm talking about a conversation, Manes,

not a war.

You have no idea where we are.

Uh, I know exactly where we are.

We're in the same spot
we were ten minutes ago,

because we just made a circle.

Please tell me you're not trying
to navigate by the stars.

Aw, I'm just

hoping a meteorite will strike me down

- and end my suffering.
- Ha-ha.

That's not the way!

Well, it's the only way
we haven't tried yet.

I shouldn't have listened to you.

"Oh, I can lead the way, DeLuca.

I'm-I'm one with the desert, DeLuca."

"I'm basically a coyote, DeLuca."

I just needed some quiet.

It's definitely not that way
because there's no light.

- I need to talk to you.
- Sorry, Officer.

Shop's closed.

247 bucks.

A couple hundred.

And this is genuine leather.

I'm trying to speak your language here.

You'll do anything for a buck,
I'll do anything for information

about that symbol.

Arizona,

- get in the car.
- And miss the striptease?

You'll forgive us for
a little skepticism

when a loud white cop

shows up demanding information
about family secrets.

That symbol is connected to my family

and my past.

Well, that's commitment.

I need

to know more about my past in order

to make sure my sister has a future.

I'm not gonna let her end up

on the list of people I didn't save.

When I was a child, there
was a woman who lived

on the reservation, and she could

heal people with her hands.

And she'd draw that symbol?

It drew itself.

Anywhere she went, spilled water
changed course to draw it,

fire burned just so.

Did she say where she came from?

No. She refused to
leave the reservation.

And all those years, she never spoke.

Until the day she died.

She said,

"He has arrived so I may leave."

And she was gone.

When did she die?

Summer.

20, maybe 21 years ago.

We always thought someone would come.

You're not what I expected.

Keep the money.

- Morning.
- Oh.

Damn it.

Okay, here's the deal.

Never happened. Tell no one.

Max texted.

He and Liz had to take my truck home.

Oh, damn it.

If you told them,

I will cut off your fingers one by one.

Start with the left.

I'll eventually get to an
appendage you care more about.

Relax, DeLuca.

I hate secrets, but sex
secrets are the exception.

It'll never happen again.

Right. Totally.

Get us unlost, Guerin.

Yeah, about that.

Turns out we weren't so lost at all.

After you.

Any information about our home died

with that woman on the reservation.

The thing is, she died

around the time Michael, Isobel, and I

came out of these pods.

We just missed her.

I'm sorry, Max.

Thanks.

Have you been sleeping here?

No. No.

No. Not-not since it got
too cold at night, anyway.

You all right?

No. I'm terrified I'm gonna
inadvertently kill your sister

and you're gonna hate me.

You're not gonna kill her, okay?

I trust you.

I know you would never roll the
dice on her life like that.

And I could never hate you.

Never?

That's the problem, Max.

I don't know what to do with the
way that you feel about me.

It isn't real.

For ten years you have loved

a version of me that
doesn't exist anymore.

This smart, perfect girl

who believes in God and-and
love and humanity.

I am different now.

I'm a mess.

I run away from everything.

And you're overly defensive.

And you're sometimes selfish,

and you're always muttering
in Spanish like you think

it's some secret language that
no one understands but you.

Hello, we're in New Mexico.

We all speak Spanish.

You always have to convince everyone

you're the smartest person in the room,

like we don't already know.

You think your sister was hard to love,

and so you think by being
perfect and being the smartest,

that you're easier to love.

Easier for your mom,

easier for your dad.

But you're not perfect.

I see your faults.

And I love you.

Easily.

You believe in the good in
me when I can't see it.

So is it so crazy that
I believe in you, too?

Without evidence.

I just... know.

Come on. I'll drive you home.

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Why?

I ran out of reasons not to.

Was it worth the wait?

Yes.

Yes, absolutely.

Let's never wait again, okay?

No more waiting, ever.

Thought you had the day off?

Just waiting on some paperwork.

Thought I'd sneak a
peek at your samples.

And?

36 hours, and the cells are stable.

You did it.

You found a way to cure Isobel.

But I don't think

you should free Isobel quite yet.

She might be more
dangerous than we think.

Maybe you should sit down.

Y-You can cancel the
missing person report.

I saw my wife this morning.

Rehab, just like they all said.

Yeah. Apologize to the sheriff
for me, for wasting her time.

I'll, uh, I'll stop by with
apology doughnuts later.

I was trying to remember

where I knew Dr. Holden's name from.

Then it occurred to me. My father.

Holden signed his death records.

Which means he didn't
die of a brain tumor.

Whatever killed him...
Whoever killed him...

Master Sergeant Jesse
Manes covered it up.

What are you doing here?

Um, I, uh, just...

What are you doing?

There's something in my boot.

Uh, look, the truth is...

That's Maria's necklace.

What were you saying?

Um... there's a rattle in my car.

I was, I was hoping that
Sanders could look at it.

Sanders isn't here today.

And he's half blind, so I c...
I could check it out.

No, it's fine. Um, I-I'll just
come back when he's here.

No.

I'm tired of walking away.

I'm tired of not saying
what I want to say.

And what do you want to say, Alex?

That I loved you.

And I think that you loved me.

For a long time.

Yeah.

But we didn't even know each
other that well, did we?

I mean, we just,

we-we connected,

- like something...
- Cosmic.

Yeah, but we didn't even
do that much talking.

And I want to talk.

I want to start over, I-I want to...

I don't know, I want to be friends.

I...

I want to know who you are, Guerin.

Do you want to know who I am?

Or do you want to know what I am?

Yes.

"And he wondered if this
would always be his plight,

"trading a currency of
victories and tragedies,

"bartering with a mercenary universe

"for a hope he might have once deserved.

"After all, the man had found a way

"to live with half a heart once,

had locked up darkened chambers
and pretended them away."

Liz. Hey.

Did you write that?

What are you,

what are you doing back here?

I think I figured it out.

I mean, I-I can't be
certain until I try it,

but over the course of
six controlled trials

I used various applications
of her mitochond...

Thank you.

Um, there's one more
thing you need to know.

Rosa wasn't the only person
murdered by an alien.

There were a lot more.

Wait, no. I-Isobel hasn't
had blackouts since 2008.

- I believe her.
- I know.

Without evidence, I know.

That's why I brought this.

The old woman wasn't your last chance

at learning about your home, Max.

I think there's a fourth
alien in Roswell.

And I think they're far more dangerous

than anything we've seen before.

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