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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico.

Okay, what about Kyle? There's no sign of him. Did you know that your DNA is

29 .3 % match to a friend of mine's? Your nephew?

Where's Kyle?

Wrong question.

Jones had a sword made of alien glass.

Are you saying you had a sword that recognizes DNA?

Burns the crap out of anybody without Jones' DNA.

I don't think Max is Mac.

He's Jones.

I believe you boys have something that belongs to me.

You have some work to do.

Get out of my head, Joan.

Give me what I want, and I'll leave you be.

Never. You put me in a cage.

How amusing.

I'm quite the clever girl, Joan.

While you may have a modicum of strength in here, out there, you lying in a

coma. Medicine, machines, physicians, they can't save you from my hold.

This part where you tell me you're my only way out?

Show me the memory I'm looking for and I'll release you. If you don't, you're a

clever girl.

And I'm a resilient bitch, so I'm putting my money on me keeping me right

until my friends come and end you.

Why gamble when you can wager on a sure thing?

Exactly how is your glow stick going to get you free?

Think of your mind like an oil lantern.

The flame can only burn for so long. But this?

I can burn longer, stronger, brighter.

And while your will wanes and fades, mine will continue to burn everything in

its path.

It's okay.

Everyone eventually burns.

But for now, you and your sword are stuck in the cage.

Yeah, it seems like 75 years in a cave has diminished some of our power.

Unfortunately, that just means we need to recharge it.

By killing people?

Eggs and omelets, darling.

I'll come back.

And when I do, I will tear this cage apart.

with whatever is left of your feeble little mind.

Hypothesis. Alien cells use hydraulic component polymers to attach themselves

host cells.

So essentially, alien DNA mimics the way a virus attacks.

There is no current reproduction of the predatory cells within the subject. The

handprint has remained steady in size.

causing fever and swelling, which means that the subject is trying its hardest

to fight off the invasive effects of the contact.

But it's getting nowhere.

Knock, knock.

Brought you caffeine.

And news.

Jones' body is still in the pod, which means he must have jumped into Max's

when he healed his heart.

That was three days ago.

Yeah. Noah could only stay in your body intermittently. How can Jones stay in

Max's body consistently?

I think it has something to do with the two astronomers' car. The ones that went

missing this morning?

I heard on Tanner's police scanner that there were odd flash marks melted into

it. Jones must have found his sword that Max buried in the desert and is now

using it to kill people in order to charge himself back up. Yeah, but why

he need this sword?

Noah and Max seem fine to charge themselves up just with their hands.

Well, Max said last year, when he held the sword, it made him feel charged and

powerful. Said he felt like an extension of himself.

The plan needs to be to separate Jones and the sword immediately.

Separating's exactly where my brain's been, too.

Do you remember when I injected Noah with the alien inhibitor?

Not only did it stop his powers, but his hold on Isabel.

Please tell me you made some. Mixing up a batch right now.

Great.

Except, remember when you injected Noah there was that terrible three -minute

window before it kicked in? Right, so I'm going to microdose Jones.

If he tastes it, you're toast.

It is not perfect, but it could work.

All I would need is a great excuse to drink with Jones.

Oh, you ask and Gregory means give it.

He's holding a fundraiser today for Maria's medical bills, which means

have cover to dose Jones under the safety of 100 patrons while we can find

sword. It's risky. But it's the only chance I see for us to stop him.

Okay, one more question remains. So how are we going to find Jones if that's all

in motion?

Miss Isabel, you look stunning today.

Oh, you sweet, simple man.

So, as much as you stan me, you can't stan Max Evans.

He knows more about that break -in at his house. Don't you think he's hiding

something? God, he made you look like a ball with a bottle of weak sauce in

front of the Roswell Regiment.

Wouldn't it feel so good to drag him in front of the sheriff and prove that you

were right?

It's like you know every thought in my head.

Truthfully, your pond is a shallow swim, but... Gee, you'd really be my hero if

you and the boys in Blue Club would go track down Max.

Don't let him out of your sight.

And let me know when you find him.

Looking for someone?

Jesus.

All right, well, before we go all the way to the boss, maybe I can help you

something. Yeah, where's Father Linus? He usually bakes the cochitos.

He's down with the flu.

I was stuck with apple fritters while he's out.

I haven't seen you around, Father.

No need for formalities.

You can just call me Dallas.

I usually work over at the res.

But Father Linus and you need to assist, so... Oh, yeah.

Also, you want to grab a seat? I know you didn't just come for the burnt

Oh, this isn't in anything.

Father Landis and I talk about other stuff.

Okay.

Let's talk, then.

I'm all ears.

Yeah, um, I know that a big thing with recovery is the evolution, but the

isn't great for these discoveries.

You're wondering if you should put this evolution on hold until you're...

Life settles out a bit? Yeah, but is that just running?

To ignore God's test is to forsake who God wants us to be.

So if you feel like God is calling on you to do more or be more, I think

worth a listen.

Something funny, Mance?

I'm just thinking I escaped the desert of Afghanistan just to be killed in one

upside of Roswell.

You think I'm going to shoot you? It's not exactly apple -picking season.

I didn't bring you here to die.

I brought you here because you asked me for the truth about Kyle.

I think it's

time we talk.

Don't give me that look, Lucky.

I just need one more volunteer and then I can break through that troublesome

woman's mind.

No, I don't need your luck today, boy.

This time I'll make my own.

I don't know what I hit.

Well, yeah, he was bumped into a little bit of fate.

Got everything you need to make things right.

Tow truck's coming, old -timer.

What brings you out here, Pete?

When you missed shifts, we got worried.

Turned your cruiser's transponder on and figured I'd make sure my body was A

-OK.

But that's a sheriff And if I'm being honest Evan he's a bit mad you haven't

answered any of your radio calls in the last 18 hours

Well

my little boy in blue found Jones time to keep one another from getting killed

Should be a hell of a fundraiser

So did you do this to him or not?

If I wanted either of you dead, you would be. So you can keep accusing me of

things, or you can let me tell you what happened two nights ago.

Go for it.

As you know, Kyle triggered the SOS from his father's radio.

I tracked the origin of the signal to a home owned by Max Evans.

I found three men in alien masks transferring items from a hole in the

into their car.

Is that where you got the cut, trying to stop them?

No! I had a choice.

Try to follow them as they fled, or find my nephew.

All right, let's just say that this is all on the level.

Why wouldn't you tell me this last night? I couldn't discuss it in deep

I was afraid the integrity of what we do there had been compromised.

Kyle was injected with a drug so complex only a handful of people could have

fabricated it. I had to shore up that my fears were just that. What I don't get

is why you think that somebody from your organization would target Kyle or

Maria.

All I can think of is it has to do with Max Evans.

Why would someone target Max?

You need me to say it out loud?

Fine. The events of the other night had to do with aliens.

I think it's time we talk about the Lockhart machine.

and how it ties back to the events unfolding since the UFO crash of 47.

Questions.

Sheriff is questioning him.

A little heat from the fuzz should make it harder for him to commit any murders

and give him no excuse to refuse our ploy.

I'm impressed.

Let's clink whiskeys once we have consciously uncoupled my family from the

walking body center.

Agreed. You're going to have to tempt your nurse if we want to sell this.

I know. I know.

I can't stop thinking about how it felt to be trapped in a dark prison when Noah

was using me.

And thinking about Max going through that has just been hard.

It's... I never failed the science.

As soon as we give this to Joan, we'll get our Max back, okay?

Did you just say our Max?

Is it possible that you still hold a candle for my idiot brother?

Sorry.

I know this is not the time, and maybe you don't know how you feel.

For the record, Max held a Liz Ortego torch all of last year.

Yeah, he was dying from a failing heart, but he was dying of a broken heart.

Here we go.

You make a wrong turn somewhere?

No, I want to help take down the ducker who put Marie in a coma.

Points for Pep, but you should go keep an eye on Pancake Poppy.

Okay, remind me, who is the one who figured out that Jones was in Max's

Ultrasonic hearing makes you a dolphin, not an asset.

Swim along, Flipper.

You did that on purpose.

Can you seriously not hear that? It's like a wind chime is drunk

finding a xylophone.

You don't just hear things.

Your ears are detecting subatomic vibrational frequencies.

All matter in the universe emits signature sound wavelengths.

Rocks. Uh, uh, wind, fire, plants, even people.

Wait, is that how I was able to find Maria in her memory?

Neuronal activity produces brain waves oscillating at a high beta frequency.

Your noggin picked up on those. That's how you found her. But I wonder, can you

detect resting frequency gradients?

I used to get high -end features during physics. Can you explain that last part

to me?

We're looking for a sword made of alien glass.

First, we need to train you on how to find it.

How are you going to do that?

Let's play hide -and -seek.

Okay, this would be a hell of a lot easier if you weren't staring at me.

Why does it matter?

Your eyes are closed.

Okay, yeah.

Okay.

Ugh, this is too much noise to make anything out. This is the same problem I

having when I was trying to locate Maria. Can you just, I don't know, tap

glass so that I know I'm headed in the right direction?

Yeah, sure.

Maybe Jones won't mind doing the same with the sword. Look, dude, I am trying.

Okay, so maybe a little less stage mom and a little more Miyagi.

First time I moved something with my mind, I turned a foul ball into a home

It changed my world, but it took what felt like forever for me to be able to

it again.

So you're telling me that you cheated and you won't even let me know if I'm

getting warmer?

The point is I didn't give up.

You live and breathe music, right?

Think about it like a song.

Forget the track as a whole.

Focus on the individual elements.

Separate the bass, drums, keys, guitar.

Break it down bit by bit.

Find what you need.

Okay, here.

Lucy's closet.

Fireplace.

Wind chime.

The buzz of a light bulb.

And... There you go.

What's next?

Tag? Heads up, seven up.

Now we're going to use your alien ears to fight Jones.

All right.

See the not -so -obvious lob rows are eyeing you.

It's frustrating.

I answered all their questions before about the break -in. Somehow I'm on the

hot seat again.

Well, at least we have some promising news with the handprint on Maria's head.

I mean, I wouldn't call the Nobel team just yet, but... It depends.

What'd you find out?

That your DNA fused to Maria's through the handprint. I think that's how the

psychic connection works. It's like a virus using a host cell RNA to live.

Is it replicating, too?

I don't know.

Waiting for centrifuged spins and cultures to grow, you know.

Then what can I do to help Maria?

Right now, nothing.

I hit a dead end.

I'm sort of in a forest through the trees mode, you know.

Well, Gregory Mains is throwing a fundraiser for Maria.

Could be a good way to help and blow off some steam and break through that

science block.

Go with me?

Please. I could really use some forgetting time.

Anything for DeLuca.

Couldn't agree more.

I'm just so pleased to see such a big crowd for Maria DeLuca.

To some, she's a philosopher,

to some, a psychic, and...

some she's family so i wanted to help her get well so i could tell her that

makes the best damn tequila sunrise i've ever tasted and has the best damn smile

i've ever seen while making one so in the spirit of maria's constant hot boy

love for music we're going to do a live jukebox uh 10 bucks a song and i'm going

to kick it off with a deluca favorite all right take a bite

All right, I'll get us some drinks.

Is it Luca Deckeri or Maria Rita?

Maria Rita.

Surprise me.

I'll be right back.

Why is Rosa here?

I don't want her anywhere near Jones, okay? She already had to deal with...

Noah? Yeah, I'm aware.

I'm sorry.

I know this has got to be triggering.

It's fine.

Thank you.

Just...

We need to weaken Jones before you decide to revisit the crazy urge to poke

science bear with him again. I could have just stopped trying to find a way

help Maria. He'd know.

Even if you were right, your probing is probably going to clue him into the fact

that we are on to him. You're right. This isn't debate time. It is state of

plan time.

Shh.

Okay.

Hey.

Tell me you got something.

Yeah, confused.

Do you think you could take you to vanilla somewhere a little quieter?

There's a lot of noise with everybody here. I know.

It's not ideal today, but I need you to strip away all the sound.

I just don't understand why I have to hear him. I thought we were looking for

alien glass sword.

I think the sword is made of a mixture of alien glass and Jones's DNA.

We should give off a frequency that's tuned to him.

Yeah, it's just that there's a lot of maybes in that sentence, and I feel like

I'm the biggest one.

Yeah, okay.

Anything to help for you?

Yeah.

Come on.

Let's give it another shot.

I picked

up a signature.

It's awful. It sounds like chaos and evil had a hate baby.

Great. Sure. Roundup is. Okay.

The Lockhart machine was found hidden at Caulfield.

How did you get it out of a classified military prison?

I had a spy on me inside.

My brother Jim, who smuggled it out.

Did he know what it did? No.

But he believed it was probably created by one of the aliens.

I don't understand how the aliens could build it in captivity.

All we know is what the Caulfield files told us.

It was alien -built, and there seems to be an inherent risk to working with it.

And as a result, I lost one of my own men to its study.

Trevor Gunther.

The bootmaker that chased me through a cornfield?

He worked in the lock -up machine?

Trevor worked in crypto -analysis for the United Nations. I recruited him.

He soon became so obsessed with the machine, he couldn't think of anything

I assigned him a different project, but he returned to it obsessively.

When he couldn't work anymore, I gave him the best medical care I could.

Bought him a farm to tend, to ease his mind.

Eventually, Trevor lost touch with the reasons he wanted the answers in the

first place.

Took his own life.

Let me get this straight.

You let me work on a machine that's what?

Bleeding, radiation.

I had every intention of telling you. But then within a day's time, you were

making discoveries that took other people months. How many days did it take

Trevor Gunther to go from codebreaker to axe murderer? I didn't realize what was

happening to him until it was too late. I got my hands on the Caulfield files,

and that's when I learned what your father had been allowing to happen

repeatedly. And you lied, just like my father did. You allowed the ends to

justify the means. This is not what I signed up for. Let me show you one more

thing. You don't like what you hear, you can walk away forever.

Why are you trying to get me drunk, Liz?

Just enjoying a little forgetting time.

If I recall, you have another inspiration that opens your mind.

Maybe you can find some while you dance with this stubborn cowboy.

I

feel

like I'm picking up something here.

You're the alien bloodhound.

Get to sniffing.

Is Liz going to be okay at the pony by herself?

Yeah. We grab the sword and get back.

This is near where deputy Pete and the good old boys Brigade spotted Jones also

near where the astronomers car was found You're up or techo

Focus pick apart the frequency

listen for the right one

Obi -Wan Junkyardy. Just chill. Alien puberty's a bitch.

Oh, really? I didn't know that. She needs someone to guide her through it.

not mansplaining. I think I'm helping with the... Oh, my God. Can you guys

please shut up?

Okay, I can't hear anything over your mindfulness.

Stay there.

Okay.

Okay. Stay cool.

Identify your surroundings.

I hear telephone lines buzzing.

Uh, coyote growling.

cars on a distant highway, and...

Sort of that way.

Before you left Roswell, I practiced this song for

months at a time.

I wanted to surprise you on the crash down rooftop.

Candles, flowers.

But I guess I lost my nerve.

One day, a tipsy Maria told me you were going to do that.

I waited for the moment and it never came.

I just assumed Rose's death put an end to all that.

Why, after everything, do we keep orbiting each other?

Let's get out of here.

Gregory has a big raffle planned for Maria.

I can think of something a little better to help her.

Maybe if you took a look at the mark John's left on my chest, you could

something.

Still got that expensive tequila we bought together?

Yeah, it's in the cabinet next to the sink.

Uh, you start a fire. I will mix the drink.

You okay?

Yeah, just... mixed feelings being back in your house.

You know, our bottle of booze...

Wasn't the only thing I couldn't get rid of.

I still have the microscope you use when you stay here to do work.

You kept my swabs?

And petri dishes and culture slides.

You sure do know how to charm a girl.

Buy me my microscope. I'll finish our drinks.

The sword is right there. It's behind that wood paneling.

What are we waiting for? Let's get it and go.

Don't touch it. If you don't have Jones's DNA, it'll melt your spoon right

Which is why I came prepared.

Once I fill this bad boy with quick -dry cement, Jones's intergalactic appendage

will be out of commission.

Liz is at Max's house with Jones.

Wait, if he's alone, that means we can all take him down. Whoa.

Cool your jets, cowgirl. You are skipping this rodeo. No, you can't bench

Jones is powerful and dangerous.

Okay, but you've been training, Isabel. You beat Noah.

No, I didn't. It took three of us to slay that monster, and Max was the one

finished him off.

But you're right. I have been training to protect the people I love.

Noah hurt us both, and he is nothing compared to Jones.

Trevor Gunther did this.

I thought they were the ravings of a madman until you found the same symbol

inside the Lockhart machine.

Do you think the machine tried to put it in his head?

I think it was trying to talk to him.

And he became obsessed with hearing what it was trying to say.

Do you know how insane that sounds?

I mean, it's a machine.

Made by aliens.

Okay, then why don't we take it to them to try to solve it?

You think I should tap one on the shoulder?

Ask them to step inside the halls of a clandestine company to... I get it.

We know that the aliens from the crash of 47 weren't just refugees, but

resistance to a war. The alien that lit men on fire wasn't either.

He was an enemy of both them and us.

He was never caught.

Your father wondered if there were more like him hidden in the ranks.

My father was a paranoid xenophobe.

He was.

So what, did you pick me to...

Prove him wrong?

I picked you because I know you fell in love with an alien.

Alex, I have no interest in who you love, only that I assume there's a

view life differently because of it.

I understand your journey.

Undoing your father's devastating work is important to you. I thought I could

help you accomplish that. And I thought together we might be able to make all

the suffering worth it.

This is the Caulfield file I withheld from you

Let

me know what you decide

I

mean you boys had a knack for making something strong

Yeah, tasty.

My chemistry minor presents itself in unusual ways.

Aren't you going to examine me?

Of course.

Last time we did this, you blew out my radio.

No, the night's still young.

Plenty of time for surprises.

See anything interesting?

This microscope is too weak to see any significant inconsistencies in your

But you did say Joan's cells are like a virus, right? Bonded to mine somehow?

Yes, but that's at the microgenetic level.

Human DNA only has two strands, but aliens have a third.

Then you think this third strand has something to do with how the connections

work.

According to my research, it seems to act like a bonding agent.

Can the connection be cut?

I don't think Jones wants to sever his connection with Maria.

What are you thinking Jones is after?

Ultimately, you.

Jones spoke so much about how he wants to heal you.

I think in that truth hides a lie.

I just haven't found it yet.

But you asked if I could cut connections.

I created enzymes that built bonds when I rebuilt your heart.

Theoretically, I could isolate one that has the capability to slide through

them.

What about that alien inhibitor you used on Noah?

Would that work?

It's a good theory.

If only I had any left.

Yeah.

Yeah, that is a predicament.

I guess that just leaves me with one question.

What's that?

Should we drink to just how clever you are?

Or what a shame it is that your death will give me the strength to break into

Maria's mind.

You know, I see what Max saw in you.

You are brilliant and beautiful.

But like me, you are always going to be intrigued by something a little

dangerous.

You're right about that last part. The antidote I dosed you with will make you

an ordinary man, and I'm going to put an ordinary hole in you.

No, there's no way you'd hurt the man you pretend not to care for.

Me, on the other hand...

I can hurt you.

Deputy Pete's right outside.

He will respond to shots fired.

Well, then I will jump into his feeble mind and tell him to go park a few miles

away.

As for the ruse that y 'all tried to set up today, even I read such

anxiety in Isabel, such...

Anger and Michael and such desperation from you to get me to drink.

I became a tad bit suspicious.

Did you try to drug me, Elizabeth?

Now, I may look like Max, darling, but I'm something else entirely.

I know you're in there, Max Evans. I need you to be the stubborn cowboy that

forgoes all rationale and fights for me.

It seems your Max has a little less fight in him than you hoped.

Well, that's not the case for me.

You seem to be down in those Roswell rocket soldiers pretty hard.

Yeah, well, it's not exactly the blood of Christ in your hand.

I won't tell the big guy if you don't.

How'd that, uh, that test turn out?

You know, I thought I kicked ass.

And in the end, it didn't matter.

Oh, that sucks.

Yeah.

You needed a win.

You know, God, he's...

He's interesting, like that sometimes.

He doesn't just provide you with answers.

You gotta fight for them.

Yeah.

Worried I'm always gonna live on the sidelines and never get to.

I, uh, could reference a pertinent verse from the Book of Romans here, but,

um... I think the Book of Biggie might be better.

It's on.

Sky's the limit.

I think it might have some of the answers you're looking for.

Where are you going?

To the jukebox.

You think you can escape me?

Good night, Elizabeth.

fundraiser without making a donation be careful it didn't work the inhibitor did

nothing how is that possible no offense is but i'm getting a little tired of

these chats

michael

how are you able to hold that thing i'm the

dictator's son you're his heir

Now that means you're... human.

Hello, son.

Thank you for bringing me my sword.

That's why the drug didn't work.

He's not an ordinary alien.

You're the dictator, aren't you?

Well, I'd say it's time for a coup.

You really think the little girl who was so easily manipulated by Noah Bracken,

one of the weakest on our planet, stands any chance against my power?

Sticks and stones.

That may have worked before, but now?

In this century, what do you say?

You're screwed.

See, this isn't just an extension of my will. This is a reservoir for my power.

Turning three against one into an army against three.

Really elevating to a new level of supremacy.

Sit down.

And show some respect for your father, son.

How many people did you kill to get that power?

Well, start counting the stars, darling.

I'll tell you when to stop.

Isabelle!

Now, what to do with you three?

You let us go.

Your arrogance does not cover your cracks.

You need something from me.

And if you hurt them, I will never give it to you.

Then what makes you think I need something from you? You went through an

lot of trouble today to get me behind a microscope.

I couldn't resist testing what I know.

You need Max's body.

And if you're curious about severing connections, then I think you want to be

more than just a guest inside of it.

Maybe you're not as smart as you think.

I'm as smart as you are confident.

And I'm pretty confident you figured out that there aren't a lot of alien

scientists.

You're going to need me.

Maybe.

But I certainly don't need to keep them alive to make you do what I say.

It's going to take more than a

spindly drug addict with a pop gun to stop me.

Then how about the sheriff and the full -force Roswell PD?

I called and told them the robbers were back at Max's house, so unless you think

you can take them all out without making the local paper, I think this is where

we part ways.

It's a shame.

Till next time.

Good job, Sal.

Can't let him get away.

Between the burning car and the cops, I don't think we have a choice.

She's still here.

He took the pod.

You can't open your eyes?

Just for a sec.

I could really use one of those fireside chats about now.

Damn.

First activation, March 11th, 1969.

I told you I'd be back.

Where are you taking me?

Wherever the hell I want you to go.

Oh, hey.

I mean, if you want the usual, Patricia.

What's the date?

March 11th, 1969.

This seems to be a very important date.

Now that we're here together, you're going to show it to me.