All language subtitles for Roswell New Mexico 1x10

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- Why?
- I ran out of reasons not to.

It'll never happen again.

- What are you doing?
- There's something in my boot.

That's Maria's necklace.

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?

These are the letters my dad
wrote when he was dying.

My dad's alien Rosetta stone.

It's somewhere in all this crazy.

Master Sergeant Manes gave me

this file. All 14 of them

killed by a mysterious handprint.

We are investigating an
alien serial killer.

Rosa wasn't the only person murdered.

I think there's a fourth alien.

My father didn't die of a brain tumor.

I need to talk to my mom.

I don't know why I
would have killed her.

If you don't know why,

how can you guarantee
it won't happen again?

I was trying to create a serum

that would mute your powers,

but instead, it is killing Isobel.

You can create the antidote.

These pods are our key
to keeping Isobel alive,

in stasis, while we work.

Last time we came out of those
pods, we lost our memories.

What if she comes out,
she doesn't remember us?

My wife is missing.

Okay.

Hey.

It's okay. It's okay.

All right? Do you remember anything?

Hey, it's just me, okay? It's just me.

Do you remember me?

Max.

Did you find a cure?

We're about to find out.

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Mom is gonna smother
you at Thanksgiving.

Just let her, okay?

These last few weeks
have been hard on her.

What?

Are you serious?

He's still president?

I'm not putting you
back in a pod, Isobel.

How is that even possible?

Okay.

Looks like all normal activity

has returned to your mitochondrial DNA.

And the bad news?

Drugs have side effects.

I mean, this is bathtub gin,
and anything can happen.

Kyle is going to examine
you when he can,

but everything seems stable.

She's an alien again.

I'll give you two some time.

Thank you...

Liz.

Thank you for everything.

"Thank you, Liz.

"For everything.

"For your gentle caress,

"for drowning me

"in the sweet chocolate
depth of your eyes,

for your lingering
scent of desert rose."

Whoa, what?

Come on.

I forgot what it's
like to see you happy.

Hey.

Hey. You-you don't have to leave.

I do.

I've forgiven you,

but Isobel is still the
girl who killed my sister,

and I just gave her her powers back.

And I keep thinking...

It's hard for me.

Anyway,

things are pretty crazy at the hospital.

The grant just got announced

for the stem cell study,

and there have been some threats.

I heard about the protests.

Pushing boundaries makes
small minds very angry.

But now that I finished the antidote,

I have to get back to
focusing on humans.

You, on the other hand...

When are you gonna tell Isobel
about the fourth alien?

I don't know.

Figured I'd give her a day
to get her life back.

In the meantime,

I got to do my job and try
and catch the bastard.

Be safe, Max.

Cameron.

Kyle told her. She knows everything.

Oh, she's the one who
discovered the serial killer

and the cover-up.

Okay.

You go do your job.

I'm gonna go do mine.

Keep me posted.

Okay.

- Off duty?
- Yeah, well, um,

hunting an alien murderer

isn't exactly official police business.

You okay?

I can erase your mind if you
regret what you know now.

What? You can do that?

No, but that would be pretty cool.

Look, ask whatever you want.

So, the three of you
were found together,

but why were Max and
Isobel adopted separately?

I just told you I survived a UFO crash.

I gestated in a pod for half
a century, and I hatched.

And you want to know about
my family problems?

Look, I've known about
alien stuff for months.

I want to know about you.

The Evanses came into
the group home one day

to adopt one kid, and they adopted two.

They're good people.

Maybe I just smelled like trouble.

- Where'd you go after that?
- The system.

First, uh, it was a couple of
angry meth heads in Albuquerque,

and then a violent drunk
in, uh, in Santa Fe.

I was 11 when I got
sent back to Roswell.

Fundamentalist religious freaks.

After that, I'd take

an angry addict any day.

But it did bring me
back to Max and Isobel.

And I was just, uh...

I was really relieved.

They had an easier time.

I showed you mine, now
you show me yours.

How'd you know about me?

Massive government conspiracy.

Here's what I've learned, Evans.

14 phony autopsies,

all reeking of government cover-up.

My contacts suggested
that the real autopsies

have been destroyed, but I think...

Cam, aren't we skipping a step here?

Oh, you mean the part
where I gasp and I faint

because you're an alien?

Or the part where I hate you
for lying to me for years?

Or the part where I ask
if I should be worried

about some freaky, interplanetary STDs?

Cameron, I can't apologize for
trying to protect my family.

We've had this secret our whole lives.

But I don't like lying to you.

I'm sorry that I hurt you.

Can we go chase bad guys now?

Find our fourth alien?

And were you close with Dad's doctors?

Did you ever get a second
opinion after his diagnosis?

I know you pulled your father's
medical records last week.

Why don't you tell me what's going on.

Dad had a CT scan after
his bike accident

on Valentine's Day, 2014.

- Mm-hmm.
- No abnormalities.

By March 1, there's a tumor so big

you can barely see where it
ends and the brain begins.

The oncologist said the
cancer was accelerated.

They thought it was due to
some environmental exposure.

You're a cop, Mom.

You didn't think to question that?

I saw the tumor on his scans, Kyle.

I watched your father
disappear into himself

in a matter of days.

What was I supposed to do,
open up a murder investigation

over cancer?

I'm sorry.

I wish there was something, anything

I could have done.

But there was nothing.

So, this is my big secret.

You're building something?

Uh... trying to.

It's like trying to bring
a T. rex back to life

with a couple scraps of bone.

Why are you showing me this, Guerin?

I just told you that my family's

been targeting yours for generations.

I've been sick of secrets
for a long time now.

And if anyone's gonna destroy me...

might as well be you.

No one's ever seen this before.

I'm pretty sure it's a console.

The ship's central control panel.

I think it's the key to everything.

I think it's my only way out.

Oh, karaoke's not till Saturday night,

but for you, I can make an exception.

Yeah, no. Evans doesn't sing.

It's kind of a thing.

Oh.

Are you fricking kidding me?

I-I appreciate the offer,

but we're actually here
on police business.

Do you recognize this?

- That's my door stamp.
- Yeah.

There have been a few
unexplained deaths.

One link between all of the victims

is that they had that stamp on
their wrists when they died.

Oh. We only stamp on Ranchero Night.

Twice a month, we open our doors

to people who need free
meals, live music.

Mom started it.

Are there any suspicious characters?

- Addicts? Vagrants?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

But it's a judge-free zone.

Maybe check out Racist Hank?

Hank Gibbons?

His band has been the live music

on Ranchero Night since we were kids.

Well, that seems a little
off-brand for him.

Well, they're terrible,
so they play for free.

'Cause they're terrible.

You know where we can find him?

Yeah, uh, same place he's been

since his BFF, Racist
Wyatt, got locked up.

He's, uh...

Hi.

Oh, baby, I missed you.

Listen, Noah, there are some
things that I have to tell you,

so...

I think you should sit down.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

I saw you in an egg, so I
freaked out and bought a gun.

I don't... I don't... I
don't even want a gun.

But I'm married to an egg person.

Noah,

could you put down the gun?

Baby,

I come in peace.

So the egg froze you while
Liz Ortecho found a way

to turn you back into an alien

after you tried to turn yourself human

so that you wouldn't black out

and murder people with your magic hands.

I really prefer "pod" to "egg."

Where are you from?

We don't know.

So, Max and Michael, too.

Oh, God.

They're cowboys.

And aliens.

Cowboys and aliens.

It's against the laws
of nature, Isobel. I...

I know.

Did you get in my head?

Did you influence me? Did you...

Did you make me love you?

Did I even choose this sweater?

God, Noah, no.

I would never choose that sweater.

Wow.

And I've never used my
abilities on you, Noah.

Am I just a cover for you?

No.

Noah, I love you.

You're kind

and you're smart

and you are so... sexy.

Sometimes I literally just want to fuse

my skin into yours.

Is that a thing you can do?

No.

I love you,

Noah.

I love you, too.

Mm.

I can't believe I've literally
been probed by an alien.

What happened between Dad and Manes?

They were friends.

Their relationship didn't sour

till you were a teenager.

Do you know why?

Jim said Jesse had no code.

He always said that.

What he meant was

Jesse had a different code.

Your father wasn't really
fit to judge, in the end.

He cheated on me.

Once with a girl half his age.

She was his daughter.

What?

Rosa Ortecho.

Dad wasn't sleeping with her.

She was his daughter.

He was cheating with her mother.

I saw letters he wrote her

while he was helping her get clean.

He was being a good dad.

Yeah.

Yeah, that was the code.

The unbreakable moral line.

Protect your children at all costs.

Dad's letters.

He wrote them for you.

I've pored over them countless times,

seeking comfort,

a reason,

maybe a clue.

You should have them.

You built this thing?

Sort of.

It kind of builds itself.

Pieces want to be together.

What do you mean they want to be?

When they fit,

the molecules knit together on contact.

It's like it was never broken at all.

If I can find the rest, I can
attach this to a vehicle

- and...
- A vehicle?

You're trying to leave.

The planet.

I, uh...

I think I need a little time

to process all of this.

Um, the storm's getting closer

and I don't really want to
get snowed in here, so...

let's just talk later, okay?

Yeah,

all yours.

Why don't you tell us
about last Cinco de Mayo.

Did you go straight home?

I was arrested last Cinco de Mayo.

On a drunk and disorderly.

But you were never processed.

Wyatt Long's dad saved your ass.

So, did you go straight home?

Is this about Carla?

Cinco de Mayo was the last
time I ever saw Carla here.

I miss seeing her.

Oh, she was hot.

Her body was recovered

in the Arroyo on May 11.

She'd been dead for days by then.

She was talking to a guy that night.

I got a little jealous.

That's why I got the
drunk and disorderly.

I fought him.

Can you describe this guy to us?

He's one shady mother.

Untrustworthy eyes.

Bad in his bones, you know?

I think that's Hankspeak
for "he wasn't white."

Can you provide any more
detail to us on him?

Okay, so,

romantic picnic checklist:

wine... very important...

Check.

Cheese...

that expired a month ago.

This house absolutely falls apart

when my wife is frozen in stasis.

Okay, so no cheese.

Extra wine.

I like the way you think.

What are you doing?

Mayhem, mischief,

delinquent behavior.

What can I say, I'm on a crime spree.

- Can I try?
- You?

Isobel Evans?

You've never even spoken to me before.

I'm sick of being Isobel Evans.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

- Yeah?
- Are you kidding?

It's, like, a Roswell rite of passage.

One day, everybody in this
town just gets together

and they, like, decide who you are,

and that's who you get to be.

Forever. End of story.

Doesn't matter if you change

or improve or figure out

that you're not even who you
thought you were to begin with.

You don't seem like you
care what they think.

I don't.

Aren't you afraid that
somebody's gonna see us talking?

Maybe I'm not who everyone decided I am.

Okay.

Fine.

What is that?

It's nothing.

Ready to go?

All this time, I never remembered her.

I-I didn't even think I knew her.

But I remember now.

I was friends

with Rosa Ortecho.

End abuse now! End abuse now!

End abuse now! End abuse now!

Guess it really wasn't
picnic weather anyway.

End abuse now! End abuse now!

Listen, Noah,

I want to be with you, completely.

That's why I told you the truth today.

But I can't be complete
without my memories.

Hence, why I turn to Liz Ortecho.

Stolen stem cells...

Do you think that you could...
hold my hand through this?

Stolen stem cells...

Mm-hmm.

Will send you to Hell!

End abuse now!

End abuse now! End abuse now!

Imagine spending your entire life

standing in the way of progress.

I'm with you.

But at what point does
scientific progress

just become about man playing God, hmm?

Maybe there's just some stuff
we aren't meant to know.

End abuse now!

Look,

the dissent sea parted.

This will never get less weird.

End abuse now! End abuse now!

Two of hearts.

Ace of spades.

Queen of hearts.

Oh. Oh.

You're trying to play dirty.

You're thinking three of diamonds,

but the card that you're
holding is a joker.

Thanks for comin'.

Very impressive.

You preparing for your Vegas act?

Oh, no. You should be thanking them.

They just paid for your booze.

Here you go.

To what do I owe the honor
of your day drinking, hmm?

Please tell me it's just a standard,

run-of-the-mill boy problem.

I can't handle anything
more thrilling than that.

Max was in here earlier
investigating a literal murder.

Ah. Right.

You don't look surprised.

Yeah, it's a long story.

But you are in luck.

It is just a standard,

run-of-the-mill boy problem.

Oh, come on.

Don't give me psychic face, Maria.

It's the guy from the museum,

the one that kissed you into crazy

stupid love when we were kids.

He's back?

Wha... How-how do you do that?

You're just...

I feel it, you're-you're hopeful,

like you were before.

Who is he? Come on, spill it.

I've been waiting ten years for this.

- Come on.
- You... you wouldn't believe it.

It's not like you're
hooking up with Wyatt Long

or Michael Guerin or something.

Geez.

Please tell me you're in
love with Wyatt Long.

Wow.

Michael's not so bad after a shower.

But you know that.

I had no idea...

I know.

I mean,

how would you?

It meant nothing, Alex.

Seriously, I swear, it
was just a drunk, dusty,

no-good Texas rounder.

Okay.

I don't know, it was like...

we were friends.

You know? Like, I could feel it.

- It was the beginning of a deep bond.
- Must be a side effect

of my antidote.

Your damaged cells are regenerating.

That includes brain cells, so...

parts of your brain that have gone dark

are lighting up again.

You remember meeting her.

- What else do you remember?
- Nothing. That's it.

It's disjointed. I-I need more antidote.

- What? No. Absolutely not.
- Liz,

I need to know. I...

I need to know why I killed her.

You don't think I want to know that?

I cannot administer another dose.

Your powers could come
back stronger than ever,

- and you could still be dangerous.
- Okay, look, lady,

I'm currently being very courteous.

I could jump into your
mind and make you do it,

but... I'd like for us to be
on the same team here, okay?

I know how much Max cares about you.

And I know how much you care

about getting information about Rosa.

So... work with me here.

What are the side effects again?

She gets extra alien-y?

I am... only going to
administer a microdose.

Should be enough to
kick-start the brain.

If it's not, I cannot help you.

Please evacuate this building.

Does "mandatory evacuation"
mean something different

in hospitals?

It's an active shooter drill.
We have them all the time.

Some, uh, wings of the
hospital lock down,

others evacuate.

Please evacuate...

Babe, we got to go.

- This isn't a drill.
- Liz, come on.

They can't be exposed
to light this long.

Liz, come on!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

- I got hit.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I was this close to embarking

on a real bender at the Wild Pony.

What's going on?

Before my dad died, he
wrote me these letters.

My mom hid them from me, but
Master Sergeant Manes wanted them.

Badly.

So I stole them and gave him copies.

Today my mom gave me the originals.

Didn't share the part about breaking
and entering to the sheriff.

What the hell is that?

Oh, you know. Just a fragment

of a 70-year-old UFO.

Your dad left it for me in the cabin.

Some of the symbols in these letters

match the symbols on this glass.

I wonder if it correlates to a
specific mathematical cipher.

I'll start with the Fibonacci sequence,

and then maybe Shor's algorithm.

My dad wasn't some type
of genius cryptographer.

He was a small-town man.

You're right. Um...

Well, maybe he used these alien symbols

to send you a coded message.

The, uh, symbols representing
the English alphabet.

It's possible.

All right, I need a key word
or a phrase to crack this.

It'd probably be something
only you two would know,

something personal.

Try "Magoo."

_

_

It was my nickname.

I wish I knew that in high school.

I don't know, he was sick, man.

I mean, we're lucky that
any of this makes sense.

Maybe he just wanted to
tell you he loves you.

In code?

Get all those people out.

The elevator has to be empty.
No. You need to clear

- that back stairway.
- Okay, watch your step.

Right this way, ma'am.

Keep it moving.

Evans, Cameron, we're
gonna need you to go...

Okay, is the suspect still at large?

Are there victims?

We're following protocol,
waiting on word

- from the county SWAT team.
- Evans!

Everything is gonna be okay.

Just stay quiet.

- If he comes back...
- Oh, God.

- He needs a real doctor.
- I've got this.

It just grazed him, okay?

But there is still an active
shooter out there, so...

just stay quiet, please.

Please evacuate this building.

Please evacuate this building.

Wait a second.

- Isobel, no.
- Oh, my God!

- Isobel, hey, hey.
- Wait.

Max.

It's Max.

Is anyone hurt?

I was freakin' shot, man.

Isobel, okay.

Okay, we'll get you out
of here, all right?

Okay.

- Stay behind me.
- Okay.

Keep it moving. Keep it moving.

Okay, come on.

Paramedics are over there.
They'll take a look at Noah.

Text Mom and Dad, let
them know we're okay.

All right? You stay with them, please.

- No. Max!
- I'll be back.

- Max!
- Max!

Okay, come on, let's go.

Please evacuate this building.

This way. Okay?

Uh-huh.

Right this way, to the stairwell.

- Have it?
- Thank you.

It's fine, okay? It's gonna be fine.
Everything's fine.

Hey, I know you're
freaking out about Max.

- I'm freaking out about Max, too.
- Baby,

I am freaking out about you.

Did she get any more of
the antidote you need

before the gunshots?

Do you have any more memories?

No. I don't think I got
a big enough dose,

or maybe it doesn't work like that.

Or maybe she just jabbed
my arm with a needle

to arbitrarily inflict pain.

- Not that I don't deserve it.
- Ma'am? Ma'am?

- �Habla ingl�s?
- S�, hablo ingl�s, muchacho.

I don't need to be triaged.

She seems like a lot.

It's not my blood.

Is he still in there?

Evans isn't responding
to his radio, commands

or his sense of logic.

He always has to be the hero.

Not really.

This is actually kind of new.

Is that smoke?

That's the research wing.

Hey, please, don't make me handcuff you.

- Bad day?
- Just doesn't matter

what I do. You know what I mean?

Like, it doesn't matter
how good I try to be.

Everybody in this town is just always
going to remember me for the bad,

no matter what. They're
always going to think of me

as the bad Ortecho, if
I even am an Ortecho.

My mom, she's a liar,

and she's gonna turn
me into a liar, too.

Shh.

Oh, crap.

Sorry. Are you not a... hugger?

I just...

kind of felt like you needed a...

No, I did. I just...

I didn't realize it.

You said that you didn't
care about my reputation.

- I'm not ashamed of you.
- So then why act

like you don't know me?

I know I've been... acting weird lately.

I wish I could be

who I am with you all the time.

Rosa?

Who did this?

It was Kate and Jasmine.

They're pissed that I stopped partying.

I thought Kate Long was my friend.

And my mom sucks and Liz is gonna leave,

and I can't handle it, okay?

Isobel?

You okay?

Huh? Oh.

Yeah. I'll be fine as
soon as Max is safe.

- Isobel! Iz.
- Michael!

Oh.

You guys okay?

Where's Max?

Sheriff's department.

I'm armed.

- Keep your hands where I can see 'em.
- I didn't want to do this.

Put that down. Slowly.

I don't remember. I was outside

with my "Invasion of the
Baby Snatchers" poster,

and then, I was down here,

and it smells like smoke... I
don't know... and with this!

Put the gun down!

Are you telling me

you blacked out shooting up a hospital?

I would never, ever do this.

I don't even like guns.

I can't own a...

Hey. The sheriff is transporting
our perp to county.

The perp is my barista.

He works at Bean Me Up.

He draws little UFOs on the foam.

He wouldn't do this.

He says he remembers nothing.

It's starting to become
a familiar refrain.

You shouldn't have gone in
there without backup, Evans.

I caught the guy, didn't I?

Liz was really scared.

I don't think she took a breath
till Valenti said you were safe.

Do you know where I can find her?

Well, they just started letting
people back into the east wing.

All right. Thank you.

So I've been having
these flashes of Rosa.

I don't know.

I think I was, like, in love with her.

In this memory, like, I could feel it.

Like I wanted her.

And I wanted to hurt
anyone that hurt her.

Okay.

Okay? That's... You don't
have anything else to say?

Um... welcome to the party?

It's a real bisexual
alien blast around here.

I need to know more.

So please tell me I know you
as well as I think I do.

I swiped it yesterday.

You little street rat!

Hey, look, Liz...

isn't so bad, but I don't trust anyone.

If she's got an alien poison,
I'm gonna squirrel away

- the antidote.
- I knew you'd steal some.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is all we have left,

and you drank more than enough.

Oh, okay.

So what shall we do while we wait?

I'm gonna go home and be with Noah.

Ooh, let me get this straight.

You want to go home

to your human husband

while an experimental
alien-death-serum antidote

triggers repressed murder
memories in your brain?

He loves me.

I really missed you.

I'd say I missed you, too, but

time didn't really pass for me,
so it's more like I blinked,

and suddenly, it's cold,
and, like, your hair is

significantly worse.

Right.

Well, I'm glad you're safe.

I'm just so relieved you
weren't at work today.

A friend and I were trying
to decipher Dad's letters.

- Learn anything new?
- Does the name "Caulfield"

mean anything to you?

- Ah.
- It's repeated in Dad's letters.

Someone he knew?

N-No, it's not a person. It's a place.

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

Your grandfather started his
career as a C.O. there,

but it's-it's been
shut down for decades.

You know how confused
your dad was at the end.

Right.

Yeah, of course.

We're closed.

You found my necklace.

Clasp broke.

I fixed it.

I think it calls for a celebration.

And by celebration, I mean booze,

preferably the free kind.

Alex is one of my best friends.

Congrats.

I never would have slept with you

if I knew you two had history.

It can't happen again.

You keep saying that.

I got it.

Come back when we're open.

Right.

Oh, Valenti said you caught the shooter.

I-I was looking for you. I...

I didn't want to interfere.

She said you were okay, but...

- are you okay?
- Are you?

Then I'm okay.

Liz, this was the only part
of the hospital that burned.

I think this was a targeted attack.

I figured.

The damage is gonna set us back months,

and we'll have to start over,
if the board even lets us.

The wrong side won today.

Our suspect is Connor Smith.

He's a pacifist who likes latte art.
He says he doesn't

remember doing any of this,
that he blacked it out.

When I found him, he
didn't seem violent.

He was cowering, and
then, he had a seizure,

so I hauled him out.

Wait. Connor. He used to work

at the Crashdown before he
abandoned us for Bean Me Up.

- He's epileptic.
- That would explain the seizure.

Max, what...?

No. What-what if this
isn't about my study?

What if this is about

the other things I've
been working on in here?

The antidote and the serum...
They're all gone.

Today was like Wyatt Long

at Grant Green's warehouse
all over again.

Wyatt said that he blacked out

after a bender at the Wild
Pony when he torched me.

Connor has epileptic blackouts.
I mean...

What if the fourth alien can...?

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

and convince them to commit murder?

You said Isobel's blackouts started

after trauma when you were a kid.

- Yeah.
- So all three murderers

have preexisting conditions
that cause blackouts.

But what if we're not looking
for three murderers?

What if we're just looking for
one murderous mind-influencer?

Wait. You're suggesting that
Isobel didn't kill Rosa at all,

that someone made her do it.

Yes, Max.

I think maybe your sister
is innocent of all of this.

Mm.

I don't want to hurt you, but
you need to leave me alone...

Oh, my God.

Oh.

My God. What the hell?

Where is it?!

Did you steal my backpack?
Izzie, I need that ticket.

Okay? I know that you don't
want me to go, but I have to.

You don't have to go anywhere.

I took care of it.

Come with me.

Let me show you how I'll
never let anything hurt you.

Look, I'm sorry that I
don't like you like that.

Okay, I don't want to hurt you,

but you really have to leave me alone.

This isn't me, Rosa.

This isn't my body.

I can be anything you want me to be.

Oh, God. You're higher than I am.

I'm not Isobel.

You want someone strong.

Someone who will protect you,

who won't leave you.

I can be that man.

I killed those girls for you.

You...

Kate and Jasmine.

No.

I snapped their little necks.

They're outside.

Come and see.

Come.

See.

Okay.

Show me.

You're lying to me.

I can feel what you feel.

You hate me now, don't you? Aah.

You don't want to be mine?

Isobel?!

But I did it for you.

Everything was for you.

What did you do?

She couldn't be trusted.

Isobel?

No!

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