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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico.

I have loved you my entire life. I'm gonna bring him back.

I'm only part alien, but these visions are a part of me. I can't just turn off

piece of myself, even if it's dangerous.

You're gonna let all of these people die, and you're gonna let the aliens

the blame.

What kind of work are you doing?

I'm asking you to trust me with this. I have a family to protect. You could have

stopped Diego without destroying a year of my work.

Things are coming back to me. Little flashes.

I know so little about my own story.

The parts that I thought I understood are unraveling.

Howdy, partner.

Don't move.

Well, we can keep this cordial.

We're the same. Why are we the same?

Listen, son.

I'm not your son.

Right?

Why do you look like me?

Well, I reckon you look like me.

Who are you?

Around here, I go by Jones.

Your mother's never told you about me.

Can't say that doesn't smother Beth.

Why don't I show you?

Max, what did he do to you?

He told me that he's the savior, and I'm the clone.

All my life, I've wanted to be one thing.

Just a guy from Roswell.

But you can't outrun your history when you're standing still.

I've been trying to put the past behind me.

Enjoy the time I have left on this planet.

But I can't.

Because this last year has only brought more questions.

About who I am.

And who I need to be for the people I love.

For now, this letter is the best I can do.

And if I run out of time before I figure it all out, I want you to know what I

think about every time I close my eyes.

The universe brought us together not once, but twice.

I have to believe it'll do it again.

Oh, please, Dr.

Roswell, don't cut me.

Cytosine promises he will never hook up with adenine ever again.

Splicing RNA is hard enough without the base pairs playing out in a telenovela.

Well, then, if you must cut that genome out of my life, I would perhaps suggest

a little to the left.

And now up.

Ah, that's the spots.

Look at this.

You know, not that I don't think your RNA voice word gets top -notch, but I do

feel like I need to see physical proof. You have two PhDs? Oh, I promise I can

separate platelets with the best of them. But thankfully, Generics has

graciously taken pity on me and my charming personality.

And, uh, I think you should do the same.

Have a drink with me tonight.

But we have a rare degenerative brain disorder to solve, Heath.

Yeah, and, uh...

We also just created a proprietary code that's showing promise in helping

paraplegics walk again.

I'm not asking you on a date, Roswell.

I'm just asking you to do what normal colleagues do.

You know, get out of the lab, acknowledge we've done great work.

Maybe share a bottle of wine, get a little drunk, release some tension,

to the moment.

I think that last part was adenine. I swear.

Good news.

Corporate called.

They're thrilled that our formula was approved by the FDA.

Okay, so we're on a clinical trial?

Which La Plassage will begin immediately.

But how did we cut through the red tape?

Because La Plassage is a skin care company.

I'm sorry.

Our regenerative formula for paraplegic spinal injury victims is going to be

used on fine lines? We knew it showed promise for other applications. Yeah,

that gives them an exclusive lease on the patent, so it's not going to be used

medically at all. Only for ten years.

But the good news is that corporate approved a substantial bump to the

budget for your neuro study.

Congratulations.

So, commiserating drink time tonight?

I'm out here on the open road.

I'm old enough to see behind me.

But young enough to feel my soul.

I don't want to lose you, baby. How much tequila has he had today?

Oh, I think this is less booze and more convincing himself that a year later

he's really over Liz Ortega.

Yeah, I don't see much Liz wallowing as he tries to best my one -night stand

score at the Pony.

Hmm. Weather growth. We are.

What do you say we give this little rodeo clown a run for his money?

Oh, absolutely.

You can't just zap

me into a minescape while I'm riding a mechanical bull.

Huh. Looks like I just did. I'm going to bust out of here.

My mind salad?

I doubt it.

See, what you two rookies need is to work on your mind control defense if you

want to take on Jones unscathed. Remember, there's no lying in the

Let the games begin.

Okay.

Are you still dating that bartender chick from Planet 7?

I'll tell you six positions we've tried, and you can tell me which one I'm

making up. All right, that's going to need more tequila.

Are you stalling on finishing the cage for Jones?

I've studied how they muted alien powers in Caulfield Prison, but it's kind of

hard engineering a cage that weakens alien powers when...

I'm an alien.

Nice. It's a deflection. Okay, my turn.

So, Max, do you miss the waitress who shall not be named?

Points for aliening the robot cow to evade my question, but you still haven't

answered me about Liz.

Well, let me answer your question with another question.

You think that singer's like a beer?

Absolutely. As long as you're not the one delivering it.

Round of talkers says you're wrong.

Something weird going on with Max lately. Weirder than him having an evil

hidden in the desert?

He seems fun.

Are you sure this isn't misplaced nerves about Alex coming home?

Because in last night's Mindscape, you were sending out some pretty intense, I

think it's our time, vibe.

After eight tequilas, maybe we should have a moratorium on truth exercising.

Seems like the new patio's a success.

Hey. A guy just dropped this off for you.

Is that a gift?

Oh, yeah, that's from Bert. He's in my Woman as Warrior class, and apparently

he's been making his own mead.

Hmm.

Hey, well, I'm not one to let artisanal alcohol go to waste, so...

I want to take a bath in that.

Aren't you supposed to be on a date somewhere?

Uh, I was busy carrying in that crate for you. Gregory Maine, you did not bail

on the cute teacher who likes to make her own pottery.

Dating just sucks now.

And the second a girl hears my last name, she asks about the accident. And

I gotta tell some lame lie because the truth doesn't scream, will you be the

father of my children?

Listen, what happened with your dad was not your fault. You know that.

And if you ask me, I think you're a hero.

Well, there's a statue in the town square that super disagrees with you.

More mead, please.

Would you mind staying sober and giving me a ride home? My truck is in the shop.

Pretty please?

Kyle, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I completely lost track of time and...

Like, days?

Is your medical convention over? It's okay. I know you're busy.

But I do have time for a drink before I head to L .A. And so then can I interest

you in a gourmet meal? It's five stars, I promise.

Uh -huh.

Did your feisty Latina reina give you the Nicotora of L .A.? Steph took me to

Alvarado's. I hear it's got a great view of the city.

I think she hoped the view would soften the blow of the breakup.

I can't blame her.

You invented a cure that miraculously saved her life at the one yard line, and

now she doesn't want to be tied to Roswell. Why do you have to be tied to

Roswell?

Actually, a position opened at my old hospital in New York. And get your job

back? Promotion.

So you're curious what your next step is.

I'm curious where I actually set up my life. I mean, isn't that why you moved

here to Los Angeles?

Gary, you must love the beaches.

I love it.

Liz.

Have you seriously not been to the beach?

You had pictures of the ocean in your locker. Come on. I know you're trying to

save the world. Right now, I would just settle for saving Maria's mind from

degenerating every time she has a vision.

But I'm stuck trying to replicate what I did with Steph without my notes or

tapes or antibodies from Noah's choroid plexus because Max Evans roasted them.

You weren't going to solve a global pandemic with Noah's corpse.

You don't know that.

Why are you defending Max right now? You've got to be Team Liz. Team Liz! As

founding member of Team Liz, I've got to tell you, you seem unhappy.

I just can't believe it's been a whole year.

Max has a cup for you.

Have you even gone on a date?

I have, yeah.

How many second dates?

Because my guess is there's a lot more Petri dishes that have shared Chardonnay

with you than suitors.

Is it really fair to some new guy if I keep looking over my shoulder hoping

Max is going to show up?

He's not coming, Liz.

I know that's tough to hear, but if you've got your life on hold for him,

move on.

Look, you have to do things that make you feel alive if you're going to kill

at work. You know that.

Remember who you are. You are Liz Ortego.

You don't just accept things as suck.

You change them.

Wow, a 65 Mustang with a Windsor Hypo V8. I cannot believe it.

I bought it off an old drag racing buddy a couple months ago.

You used to drag race?

Is that really so hard to believe?

Uh, for Garen, no. For the sweet one -beer -a -night second grade teacher,

yeah. Oh, sorry to break it to you, but your ex doesn't own the rights to

trouble and self -destructive.

Okay, why did you tell him that?

You guys are good, right?

Some things are just not meant to be.

Then how do you know a name?

So you got any moves with this baby?

Is that too much?

No way!

Are

you

okay? I don't know. I saw this coffin and I think someone's going to die.

Hey, Mains.

Hey.

I didn't expect you to meet me.

It wasn't exactly a war.

Look,

there's something I need to talk to you about.

It's kind of urgent.

How urgent?

I have needs, you know.

I've kind of been off at war, son.

I was up all night waging a one -woman war against corporate America.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Today is my first day of art therapy.

What happened to the last therapist?

Art therapy doesn't exactly work for bipolar disorder when you're covering up

alien resurrection.

But that's not why I'm calling. I'm actually calling about Mom.

No. She sent a package.

With all of her plans from last year to take down Jesse Mays, this letter...

A thing for forgiveness.

And... Butyracol.

That's the drug she used to erase Jenna Cameron's memory of her.

I'll deal with it when I'm home next.

Do you think by then you'll, like, have a real couch?

I'm working on it.

This was your brain four months ago.

Notice your right temporal lobe?

The dark parts are growing.

Every vision steals a little more from you.

If you don't put back on your protective brace, you could be... Unable to

recognize faces?

Forgetting where I am and wandering like my mom?

But there's a difference between you and her.

You can stop this. Okay, I came in and I got the scans after my vision, just

like you said. Why are you fighting me on this?

Because last night, I saw a funeral.

Whatever you're here to ask me, you already know it's a bad idea.

Why am I having these visions if I'm not supposed to do anything about them? I

don't know.

But I do know that people die all the time. It's going to happen whether you

know who's in that coffin or not. What I can't keep from ending poorly is your

life.

Please, reconsider the bracelet.

Dwarf competition?

No. It's my brother and Maria making sure I get in okay.

And did you?

Get in okay.

Look, I did come to meet you today to talk, but we got caught up.

But it is important.

Have you ever heard of deep sky?

Remember, this is about learning to see.

Not just with your eyes, but with your heart.

Don't push your traumas away in your art.

Paint the pain that makes you powerless.

If

you

could just sign this form for court, I'd be out of your hair.

Grab an easel, Mr. Long.

I'll find that in four hours.

But guys like me get recruited in the deep sky all the time, Alex.

Next time, lead with Babe.

I am a cold -blooded mercenary.

I'm not a mercenary, okay?

I'm an archivist.

I had to think. I was going to tell you I wanted to be exclusive.

I didn't have a choice but to keep it from you.

At deep sky, secrecy is the price of admission.

Then why are you risking telling me now?

They're going to try to recruit you, Alex.

You think I would go AWOL?

Join a group of paramilitary murderers? No.

But you might take an honorable discharge and join a group of innovators

hold the secrets to the universe.

What kind of secrets? I mean, we're talking like Bigfoot?

Bigfoot isn't real.

JFK? That little chamber behind Mount Rushmore?

Alien?

I only have A -level clearance.

You're being tapped for E.

Think of it like the Pentagon.

The deeper you go, the more answers you find.

You're afraid we'll be able to resist those answers?

If you go deep,

you'll be cut off from everyone.

And I don't want to lose you to them.

Look, I'm leaving Roswell tonight on my book tour.

10 p .m. bus.

I really hope you come with me.

I love this song.

Well,

you

doing my job now?

Doesn't feel good, does it?

Funny story, actually. The paramedics owed me a favor and I used it on your

stupid ass.

Because you haven't been coming to any of your appointments.

Which I decided was your own messed up choice until Maria comes to me this

morning and said she had a vision of a funeral.

She doesn't know.

But I have a pretty good idea.

You're dying, Max.

Soon.

And it's time you tell the truth because I'm not keeping this secret anymore.

Well, I know that there's in no way whatsoever a date, but, uh, damn,

Even I, future first Latina to win a Nobel Prize, Elizabeth Cristina

Magdalena. Communion name.

Ortego. I need two prizes to fit all those names.

Can shed my lab onesie and glasses and come have a chardonnay and sushi with my

cleaned up, but still slightly scruffy. Oh, gotta keep it manly even in the

labby. Partner in crime.

To making something great together.

Marco.

Our patent was leaked.

Hey.

Where's your shock?

This was like eight months of our lives, and you're not exactly the calm one

here in the... What

did you do, Roswell?

Right, Generics owns your computer, your phone, your apartment building, and

your IP. So if it's you, you're toast.

Let's just say for like one moment that it's me.

And then what?

I have a buddy in the tech field.

He wants me to consult on a DNA sequence for a security system. If I agree, I

bet that he could cook up some sort of computer worm. No, no, no. I don't want

you to call in such a huge favor for me. Well, good, because it's not for you.

I got into genetics because my mother's early onset Alzheimer's made me an

orphan when I was nine.

I spent my entire adult life trying to make her suffering worth it.

I can't lose this neurostudy. Generics will not take away our grant just

they lost the money. That would be a publicity nightmare.

You're right. They can't.

But they can fire you.

I can't approve your anger management hours if you didn't participate in the

therapy, Wyatt.

Sure I did. There's my art.

That's not art.

It's a penis.

It's a cactus.

See? There's a flower right there on that testicle.

Lady, it's not my fault that I'm mad at art. Art is gay.

You look just like Rosa Ortego. Yeah, I get that all the time. I'm her cousin,

but I never met her. I was really young when she died.

I've known the Ortego family my entire life, and there is no such thing as a

Rosalinda.

Okay, well then go with the logical explanation.

I'm her ghost.

Boo.

What are you doing here, Max?

I can feel you're stressed.

Need me to adjust the pacemaker?

I want you to finish the cage.

And I don't need a mindscape to tell you're lying about delaying it. We have

answers here we can't ignore. We can.

And we should. Because what we have here is someone our moms called the devil.

Safely locked away.

All our lives, you've been asking questions.

What happened to that Michael Garrett? What happened to the Max Evans who

covered up a murder to keep our secret? I was wrong to do that.

I was a scared 17 -year -old kid. But I can't afford to be scared anymore. Maybe

we should be scared.

According to Tripp's journals, Jones stepped off a ship and he ignited a war

between humans and aliens with a flick of his wrist.

You don't want to finish the cage?

Fine. I'll find another way to...

To what?

What, you gonna build one yourself?

What has gotten into you?

I can feel it, too.

What are you keeping from us? Did something happen when Jones touched you

we threw him in the pod? No, it's not that.

Well, it's something.

And if you don't come clean, I think Iz should get inside his head, play another

round of truth to get to the heart of the matter.

The heart is...

What's the matter?

No.

No.

You're better.

Valenti did a transplant. It's better.

Yeah.

And my body's rejecting it.

My time's almost up.

I'm dying.

You've known for a year.

We could have had time to save you. If I told you a year ago, you would have

just wasted that time again.

What are you talking about? We didn't waste our time last year. You're alive.

You didn't think that I was strong enough to handle this.

No, I just wanted to leave you with good memories. Oh, and you thought that's

what we needed? A year of tequila and skeet shooting and then you're through?

I was trying to do right by you.

Both of you.

You know, it was the craziest thing.

My girlfriend dumped me. I'm broker than I've ever been. Alex took off. There

was a global pandemic and yet I was happy.

Because this.

Because us three. Because we were good.

And I was wrong.

There's still time for answers.

Don't!

We didn't deserve this.

You gotta take a deep breath, buddy. We still gotta get to the third floor. Hey,

you know what? Remove a plastic from a bacteria, I'm your guy. I'm not even

Hunt. I still have student loans.

It's America.

Everyone has student loans.

How are you so calm?

I'm always good when it comes to designs. In this instance, I'm fighting

chance to keep doing it. Well, then I suppose you have some brilliant cutting

-edge plan to get past this.

Actually, we're going to hit the yellow wire with 50 ,000 volts.

Okay.

You know, it's weird. I didn't realize that you were so familiar with

current. I'm not.

I need to know something.

You know what? It's not important, so... Ready?

Hey. Haven't seen you around here lately.

Yeah. Oh, you know, Alice is back.

Did you come to invite me to the wedding?

Had to go and make it awkward, huh, DeLuca?

But no.

This is alien business.

I heard you had a funeral vision.

Came here to stop you from throwing on your cape and playing hero about it.

We're not having last year's conversation all over again, are we?

I didn't come here to fall into old patterns.

It's Max in the coffin.

His body is rejecting Noah's heart.

Oh, my God, Michael, I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

I just came here to give you some clarity, okay?

Before anyone gets hurt more.

Okay. My hacker buddy rewrote the chip, so... Dr.

Margo Meyerson identified.

Testing. Resting heart rate. What? What? No!

Did we know about the test? No.

Fail. 71.

I mean, her resting heart rate must be higher than yours.

Okay, let's test your ticker.

Resting heart rate. Outside range for my... Should I do some jumping jacks?

no, no. That's going to make it skyrocket.

Okay, so then I'm going to jail.

I think you like me.

What? I think you thought that a good bottle of wine and a drive around the

would lead to a kiss.

76.

Well, you do want to kiss me.

78. We were already breaking the rules.

What's one more naughty thing to pile on top?

82. Resting heart rate success.

Welcome to the third floor.

Margot Meyers.

After you, partner.

Cute.

I need to get a social circle that can't unlock doors with their mind.

Well, fear not, Valenti.

Apparently that circle is rapidly shrinking.

We told you.

Can you mentally unlock the top file cabinet, please?

What's on your mind?

Treatment. What Liz, Guerin, and I did with duct tape and bubble gum still

needed to assign a small miracle to get Evans upright.

If I thought there was an answer, I'd personally drive Liz back here.

This is the part where you pour me more tequila and tell me there isn't.

Okay, just don't give me any cheesy pamphlets to read.

I keep hoping Alex would pop in with some alien glass piece that holds a

textbook on you.

But there is no you to study.

Worse, there's nobody from your planet to ask about how you work.

How much time does he have?

In my case study of one, not long.

Thank you.

For caring.

Do no harm is right on that door.

We all know you do far more than that.

Vitals are normal for Max.

His sutures are healing well.

Color is back in his cheeks.

fingertips. His hands feel like his hands again.

Max, I know you can't hear me.

Or maybe it's different for you.

Can you feel me holding your hand?

All this with Max really makes you wonder what you would do if you were on

borrowed time.

Do you ever wish you knew more about your dad?

And potentially uncover more half -siblings?

No, thanks.

I might have a chance to find out more than my dad ever could.

Haven't we swept enough alien bodies from the morgue in one lifetime?

Look, if I take it, I have a feeling I won't be having too many more of these

fireside chats.

With anyone.

What's your heart feeling here?

Put it all behind me.

Right off into the sunset with a cute guy.

But cleaning up after Project Shepherd this past year, I cannot help but think

that my family oversaw something that went so wrong.

Maybe there is someone out there who could have gotten it right.

I just came back from a convention in transplant medicine.

We were specialists from all over the world, shared their experiences.

Yeah, listening to them talk, it reminded me what I used to love so much

being a doctor.

The Russian discovery?

The camaraderie and sharing those discoveries.

I can't tell you what choice to make, but I can tell you that alone

is a lonely place to be.

You're drunk. And you're a liar!

There was a window or techo.

It doesn't exist.

And if it takes a second autopsy to confirm it, so be it.

I know you, Rosa.

I know you anyway.

The way you draw on your canvas shoes, third -eye blind on the jukebox, your

damn necklace.

There's something odd about you.

What? You're crazy. If I'm so crazy, then why are all these lights going

-blinky in here, huh? Oh, yeah!

It's just crazy! Why is Jackson crazy again?

My sister.

Never should have been near you.

You drunk, illegal ass, killed her.

Never pegged you as a brewing bouquet.

What did you have me pegged as?

Bourbon and a bad attitude.

Well, you're a half right.

So what kind of girl are you?

The kind that sits and adds a boy's bourbon to her brew.

Life is just a lonely highway.

I'm out here on the open road.

I'm old enough to see behind me.

But young enough to feel my soul.

I don't want to lose you, baby.

And I don't want to be alone.

I want to live my days without you.

But for now I got...

I've got a pocket full of money.

And a pocket full of keys that have no bounds.

But then I think of loving.

Oh, you're absolutely certain?

The last 24 hours.

White from the drive. Yeah, well, hopefully they don't notice that your

looks an awful lot like my Monday.

Have an episode of The Floor is Lava, Yacht Rock memes, and, oh, some mild

porn, but only because... Okay, that's good. Thank you.

You're welcome, Roswell.

I'm sorry I didn't consider the repercussions when I leaked the formula.

I know you probably could have sat back and watched me get eaten alive, so...

Who was it that made you so distrustful, Liz?

I'm not trying to ruin you.

You're brilliant, and there aren't enough people like you on the planet, so

you're going to go all mad scientist and break the rules, just break them

better.

No more boots.

I am going to need you awake for at least a few hours.

One question.

If you're hoping this will be more than one night... No phone numbers.

No breakfast.

No going fishing with my daddy out to church with my mom.

I get it.

Now, what do you do?

Sorry, we're closed.

Of course, I'm upset.

This is like Noah all over again. We are covering up a murder.

It's not next.

Howdy, partner.