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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico.

I don't understand, Liz. How did she
even end up in a coma? She's in there

somewhere. I'm gonna find her.

You don't just hear things. Your ears
are detecting subatomic vibrational

frequencies. 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

does he need this sword?

Max said when he held the sword, it made
him feel charged and powerful.

Michael Jones!

How were you able to hold that thing?

Damn it.

Hello, son. I don't think Max is Max,
because he's not.

He's Jones.

Where are you taking me?

March 11th, 1969.

What are you talking about, Jones? After
a thorough read of Tripp's journal and

files from Caulfield Prison, I
learned...

That an oasis, I thought, was locked up
there long ago.

And on this day, March 11th, 1969, your
grandmother, Patricia, met that alien

within those tortured walls.

I don't know how to call up that memory.

Which is why you're going to relive
every moment of her day until she comes

possession of a very important equation
on some alien glass.

I'm not helping you see. It amuses me
that you think you have any control over

the matter.

Do you think you ended up in the diner
by accident?

I put you here.

Because Patricia started her day in that
stool, sipping this cup of coffee.

I'll hold the line.

My friends will come get me out, and
then we'll kick your alien ass. Is this

same lot that you put your faith in to
keep me from tearing into your mind?

Now, I may be in control, but I'm hoping
this endeavor can be a cordial one.

I'd rather go down swinging.

Seeing that piece of glass is the most
important thing to me on this wretched

planet.

So either walk Patricia's path, or I
never let you wake up.

This has to work.

Well, Michael secured a workspace, and
Isabelle has used her persuasive wild to

nab a few hard -to -acquire chemicals.
Good, because the last cultures I took

from Maria showed that Johnson's
invasive cells are effectively consuming

Think sepsis, then organ failure, then
endocrine, then nervous system. Meaning

that her ability to fight him off just
flows to a crawl.

Even if modern medicine stumbled upon
something that could help. A glowing

handprint, spider webbing across her
body, and Mia's gonna raise some

we've been working hard to keep
unraised. Yeah, and you can't exactly

alien science under the nose of the
hospital or where Jones can find us.

said, Booth has to work.

Hi. Hi.

Transfer papers?

For a coma patient, it's not something
we typically rush.

Well, the military hospital is
strategizing her care as we speak. I can

Holden on the phone if need be.

Jane Holden to sign the transfer?

I see that you've had the pleasure of
meeting her. Never in person, but

to honor her request tends to make my
week far from easy.

Well, being that you're now in control
of how the rest of both of our weeks go,

I really hope you'll sign.

DeLuca is cleared for transfer.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Saved us both a hell of a tongue last
year.

Where'd you find this place?

Oh, the owner is a poker pal, Sanders.

He's a large animal vet out on a call
today.

He got all the bells and whistles of a
hospital with none of the nosy staff.

All right, Ortego, you got it from here.

I'm out.

Hey, where are you going?

Well, wherever Jones is, the pod with
his body is, too.

I'm going to get us some leverage in
this cosmic chess game.

You going after that sword, too?

Considering it makes him pretty much
unbeatable, I think grabbing it could be

effective in saving Maria Max.

No, that sounds crazy dangerous.

Luckily, both are my specialty.

Let me know when you got word on Maria.

I got this.

Don't have time for the dance.

Well, I'm not here to debate.

I'm here to inform.

We are working together today.

And that means we're going to be
strategic.

And the best part is no one's going to
do anything stupid.

And by nobody, I mean you.

We're going to work together?

Like the other day at the radio tower.

I know I was right about Kyle and the
dead bats, but you said it was all

nothing.

No offense, I can only handle one liar
at a time.

And today I gotta take it from my daddy,
Dictator.

I joined Deep Sky.

You joined the evil group after
Cameron's sister.

Charlie never said that Deep Sky was
after her. My dad did.

And my dad hated Deep Sky because it
stood for everything that he didn't.

Well, I'm glad you found a way to fight
your dad.

But I've got to find a way to fight
mine.

I joined Deep Sky for you, Michael.

This world where you don't live in fear
is not going to build itself, so I have

to try.

Brock, I don't know what to say.

Well, you can start by saying that if I
help you find your father, that we do it

my way.

All tactical, not emotional.

I plan the mission to extract Max's pod.

No sword.

You picked a hell of a time for a grand
gesture, Mains.

A post -it note on the fridge telling me
to take it easy.

Really? I know, I know. I'm sorry. I
just... I can't get distracted today,

You can sit this one out.

No.

Look, after I was talking to Michael
about my new powers, I kind of went down

this rabbit hole, and I found out that
everything in the entire world has its

own resonant frequency, even cells.

No, I get that you want to help. It's
just there's nothing to help with right

now, okay?

Well, I could use your help.

What am I talking?

Great. I'm in. Uh, out.

Uh, no, I'm in. You made it very clear
that my brain has no place here, and

time Maria was lost in her own mind, I
was able to find her, so maybe I can

actually help. That is true.

Here, hold this.

Was this more of your mom's weird
mystical crystal crap?

Actually, it's a weird mystical alien
turquoise crap.

It's kind of a long story, but basically
it boosts our ability, so hold on

tight.

I'm guessing that's not good. Her body
temperature's dropped two degrees in the

last ten minutes.

It means we have less time than we
thought.

Liz, how are we going to know when this
bond is severed?

It's on her territory.

What happens if she dies while we're
inside? If her brain stops functioning

you're still attached, evidence suggests
that you would die too.

We better get going.

I knew if I kept fighting, you guys
would come.

All right, here's the plan. You're going
to pick an obscure memory. We're going

to hunker down in it until Liz finds a
way to sever the bond between you and

Jones and brings us out of here. I don't
want to hide. I need to follow

Patricia's footsteps to Caulfield. What
is a Caulfield? Try a max security

prison run by the Mains family where
they tortured and experimented on

aliens. And if that's not podcast creepy
enough, their side project was

experimenting on people of color. And
the alien chemicals that they used on my

grandmother caused the brain
degeneration problems that have now

DeLuca line.

If Jones is so powerful, why does he
need you to get what he wants?

Navigating memories isn't an exact
science.

He'd have to sort through, what, four
generations of thoughts all piled up one

on top of another. It would be like...

browsing the web without a search
engine. So I'm Google Maps for Diet

Which is probably why he's drawing a
straight line to where he wants to go

a place he's already figured out. What
does he want exactly?

A piece of alien glass with an equation
on it.

Equation? Like for genetics? Maybe.
Because Liz has been circling this

scientific bond that Jones wants to cut.
Wait, so if Jones is convinced that

this alien glass is the key to his
salvation, then... Maybe it's just what

need to destroy him. Forget running a
memory maze with Jones as a minotaur. I

mean, riding with Patricia means
experiencing those memories, watching

experimented on.

Discovering who Patricia met on this day
and stopping a murderous cycle of the

present outweighs any past trauma I have
to relive.

Well, one thing's for sure.

You're not going into hell alone. Yeah.

The nanoblades will now be combined with
the newly modified alien serum and

infiltrate the Jones -Marina cell
cluster for a cellular separation test.

If successful, I will advance to
treating the patient.

And if not, the three women I love die.

Come on, come on, do something.

Move.

Yes! Now I just need to synthesize a
safe amount for a microdose and inject

into Maria's IV.

Well, if they were going for dystopian
hellhole, they really nailed it.

Someone's coming.

Oh, no, you don't have to do that. This
is a rerun. It's not live TV. It's like

a Christmas carol.

Okay, do you really think sophomore year
me read that book? Think Dumbledore's

Pensies. Okay, so we're just observers
of the memory other people can't see us.

Right. Well, now that we've got the
Potter rules of the mindscape, what do

do? We keep walking Patricia's path.

Find the alien she met this day.

And stay alert, because if we're
observers here, then Jones can be too.

Are those the people of color you were
talking about?

Yeah, Ben. They have no idea they're
walking to their own demise.

Hey, if I was looking for aliens, I'd
think restricted area.

Will you be joining us today, Patricia?

Remember, in the mindscape, you appear
as a Patricia.

He probably recognizes you from that
phenomenal vintage getup.

I'll see you inside.

Okay, I say we skip the torture of the
underprivileged. What do you think?

Agreed. Let's try this way.

Will you be joining us today, Patricia?

This again? What is it, Jumanji?

I'll see you inside.

This is how a memory works.

If we want to learn what Patricia did,
we have to follow in her footsteps,

experience the day like she did. If
Patricia can do it, so can I.

Here goes nothing.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

They're fusing back together.

And they're multiplying.

If the patient's temperature drops any
lower, it'll lead to brain damage and...

eventual cardiac arrest.

Please tell me you remembered to put
fresh batteries in the tracker you put

Max's Jeep. Uh -huh.

Jones must have found and fried the
tracker I placed on his car.

Last point before it clicked off. Just
after he headed in.

I'm tracking the camera system that
tracks wildlife, weather, and tourist

while writing a program to capture Max's
plate.

to narrow down our hunt for jones all
right based on this footage i'm gonna

that he is either in the old barn or the
fish warehouse so which is it heads or

fish tails hey miss patricia

i thought i'd bring my wife this time oh
friday's been coughing real bad for me

wasn't until doc came to our church Told
us the copying was due to the bad blood

that we signed up.

Okay, I'm not a doctor, but bad blood,
that can't be a thing, right? Best part

is, it's free.

Patricia, what are you doing?

Get over here.

What are you waiting for?

You can administer the first shot ready.

Oh, my God.

Patricia wasn't the victim of these
experiments.

She was a facilitator of them.

She doesn't have to do this.

Yeah, she does.

If we want to find out what happened
next.

Raise Marie's temperature.

Okay, but don't let me go. I gotta come
into your kit.

Stabilized your vitals.

Now I just gotta figure out a way to
save your life.

Oh, Jason. I thought you were Jones.

Do you think he's close?

Yeah.

I can feel him.

You know, as someone who has gone
Queen's Gambit with this guy, I can't

feel like there's something we're
missing here.

Why he wants that glass.

There are monsters in every shadow,
waiting to prey on the weak. It's beyond

atrocious that Caulfield existed in the
first place, but I've got to believe

that monsters can be killed.

Yeah.

Sometimes they win.

I mean, what Maria is doing in there is
so brave.

What is the line between brave and
reckless?

Maybe it would be better if we were
hiding.

Except that everything you hide from
catches up to you eventually.

I mean, look, if Maria wanted to run...

Of course, I would understand, but...
I'm so glad she chose to fight.

You know, I didn't know that that 10
-year pod soak came with a Yoda setting.

It's my N .A. theory. They help, but...
Still, I have what Father Linus calls

situational strength.

What's that?

It means that I'm strong depending on
who or what I'm facing.

Like this morning with Liz, I just
reverted right back to old patterns,

myself that she's the sure -footed one
and I'm the screw -up. Yeah.

Well, our dragons tend to be personal.

That's what makes them our dragons.

In NA, they say that we tend to make
them bigger than they are, but I don't

know. I just want Liz to see me as an
equal.

You know, Rosa, I don't think that's
your hurdle to get over.

I think the same is true for you.

Don't let Jones carve your path.

I mean, this Mindscape stuff, it's
always been your jam.

Owen,

thank you for prepping all those vials,
Patricia.

We treated a record number of volunteers
this week thanks to your commitment to

the project.

Everything I thought I knew about
Patricia was a lie.

I thought we were good people, and now I
don't know who we are.

Who I am.

Listen, it's not too late to turn back.

There's no shame in that. Look, I think
we have to see this through. I do.

I literally wouldn't be here if some
people hadn't turned the page, so...

right, this is bigger than me or
Patricia.

Patricia, time.

I got you ten minutes with the prisoner,
just like we planned. Room B, sub

-level two. But be quick. Doc finds you,
you're on your own.

Thank you.

You can thank me with ten silver
crosses, just like we planned.

Maybe this is it.

This is the person that Patricia was
supposed to meet today.

So we're doing this?

I've tried every chemical combo I can
think of, and nothing is working.

The infection is spreading, and we have
so little time.

When I left last year, you asked me if I
was leaving or running, and I told you

the first because I was too afraid to
admit the second.

Am I listening to Kyle?

But I realize that I don't just run from
things.

I run to them.

Like, the sheer velocity of my running
can will something into being. And it

works. Enough of the time to let me keep
lying to myself.

And now everyone I love is going to die
because I lie to myself that being the

smartest person in the room can be
enough.

probably did not feel good on the ears
sound move you

found move things sounds are vibrating

sound

is making jones's cells vibrate

Michael's mom?

You still can't get over how much I see
Louise in your eyes.

Did the doctors have you tied up doing
their work for them again?

You could say that, yeah.

I know you want to save as many as you
can, but if you keep swapping out test

serum with placebos, they will find out
and catch you. I knew your grandma was

team badass.

I understand.

My kind are being experimented on, too.
But thanks to you, I'm one step closer.

You followed the schematics exactly to
make the machine.

Good. As soon as the final piece is in.
I need you to smuggle the machine back

out. I'm ready for the final piece.

If only it were mine to give.

One of my kind, Theo, he has critical
information for the device.

Theo was the scientist that Jones forced
to make clones.

He's the third member of my triad.

Together, we stole Jones' genetics to
make a clone.

He's the only one left to continue his
reign, which caused a problem with the

boy that still needs to be mended.

You mean...

Genetically, what was the problem with
Max?

The child.

They must not have discussed it.

Great. More Jumanji.

The science to fix this, to end this
fight, to save our home, is in Theo's

We must find him. Give him the oasian
glass.

What oasian glass?

The men here hurt me until I made some.
It's blank, but when Theo is done with

it... It'll be the final piece needed
for the machine to be activated to make

contact.

You mean contact with the other Asians,
like a telephone?

In a way, but also so much more.

Just because we have Jones contained for
now doesn't erase the threat.

This information can never make it in
his hands.

I won't let you down.

Plan solid.

But let's say an unforeseen opportunity
presented itself. Stay the course.

If things go sideways, we leave empty
-handed, but at least we'll have our

lives. Yeah.

Just a suggestion for an alt, though.
No.

This is where you need to stay on
missions.

The pod is the number one priority.

Okay.

Whatever else you're thinking right now,
just forget about it.

It's your choices in the moment of truth
that matter.

Sorry. I don't mean to step on your...

MacArthur moment, but even he knew the
value of a contingency plan. That's all

I'm trying... Hey!

In Iraq,

there was a little boy named Omar.

We would trade eggs for chocolate bars.

And he, uh...

He would act out scenes from any James
Bond movie.

He was this piece of normalcy for me in
the maelstrom.

So one day, I was going to surprise him
with a stack of chocolates and some

Black Market Bond DVDs.

And I saw his body on the corner.

The corner where we would always talk.

The only crime he ever committed was
being my friend.

So when a mission came up to take out
the Taliban captain who was responsible,

my buddy and I jumped on it.

I killed him.

But in the moment of truth, I deemed
that that wasn't enough.

My buddy wanted to fall back. I
convinced him to.

push further into their lair.

We did not stay on mission.

We got completely overwhelmed, and I
caught a bullet where my leg used to be.

Next day, I found out that the SEALs had
a plan to go wipe them all out, but

because of me, they had scattered away.

They let my emotions cloud my judgment.

I lost a piece of me in many ways on
that mission.

You are the one piece that I cannot go
through life without.

Treatment objective is to generate the
right sound frequency to separate Jones'

cells from Maria.

The parameters of the desired frequency
are narrow. If the frequency is too high

or too low, it could rupture and kill
both cells.

Causing a chain reaction, killing Maria
and everybody inside her mind.

Okay. This is why I am conducting a
test.

Using cells I scraped from the imprint
on Maria's head, left by Jones.

Okay.

It's working.

Liza? Hey, you okay? What do you hear?

If you guys can't hear it, there must be
something happening with the frequency

outside of Maria's body.

Oh my gosh, I bet Liz is doing something
to try to help. Oh, I gotta go help

her. No, Liza, we need you here. No, you
don't. This is your mind now, Liz.

Remember that.

I'll see you on the outside.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What happened? Are you okay?

Here's to no more twists on our way to
meet Theo.

Oh, my God.

Theo's dead.

You were saying about there being no
more twists?

So glad you're here. Okay, the
ultrasound machine that you were

Your line of thinking earlier, it was
right.

I'm sorry that I shut you down.

It's alien water under the alien bridge.

Need a lab assistant?

Actually, I need you to be my lab
equipment.

It's a line of questions.

Theo was being tortured.

And he didn't talk.

Well, with his stoic silence, he didn't
exactly tell us what to do with this

glass either.

All right, let me see this.

There are no swirling symbols on it.

Usually when I touch the glass that
Michael has, it lights up. It starts to

shimmer and move.

So you're saying this one is empty?

I don't know. Michael always says that
alien glass is part tech.

and part genetics.

Do you remember at the county fair last
year when Max touched that console? He

got information about Jones.

Theo had a symbol on his head.

It looked like the one that was on
Michael's glass.

What if this interacts because it holds
information like a thumb drive?

So if the ideas in his head made it onto
the glass, maybe.

Okay, you were right about vibrations
and resonant frequency being the answer.

No way, shut up. Okay, so because of
what you said, I thought about this

that I read where sound waves were used
on tumors.

Then I found this research explaining
how sound frequency can break plaque

in Alzheimer's patients.

Impressive, but in terms of Maria, I
have...

MacGyvered an ultrasound machine to be
more powerful. But I'm not able to

measure frequency.

It's sort of like sweeping up a hot rod
and then driving it without a

speedometer. So you need my subatomic
vibrational frequency to be your

speedometer? Yes. I need you to listen
to the resonant frequency of the alien

cells in Jones' DNA and tell me when
they match with the ultrasound machine.

And then what? I can chalkboard out the
science, but essentially we're going to

try to break Jones' cells like an opera
singer does a glass. Without

accidentally shattering Maria's cells?

Right. Who says science isn't exciting?

It is.

I knew I felt you lurking in the
shadows.

Why wait to pounce?

You could have taken the glass when Nora
gave it to me.

No, he couldn't.

He's just as bound up in Patricia's
memories as we are.

In order to find what he wanted, he had
to let you walk in her footsteps.

You needed my eyes to see.

Well, I knew you couldn't resist the
urge to walk the path of your

Her sense of honor would be your siren
song.

All I had to do was tell you how
important that was to me and that your

-fated good nature to the rest.

Besides, why fight when I can just
stroll up and see all this?

Why is this science so important to you?

What does it have to do with Max?

Back in our home world, there were a lot
of Maxes.

The model you have shouldn't even exist,
which makes him all the more a miracle.

Unlike the others, he's more than just a
vessel for me.

It's... It's a little tight, but they
definitely saved the best for last.

You said the dictator was immortal.

You've been jumping into clones' bodies
to stay alive.

Until your mother's triad slaughtered
all of them and destroyed the science, I

needed to generate more.

But soon such hurdles will all be a moot
point.

Keep the glass, Maria.

I got Jones.

You want to play mind games?

Let's go.

time to get back that equation.

I don't think so.

Oh, what happened? Not strong enough? I
tried to make it more. No,

it's on steroids. Are you kidding? You
crushed it. I'd say it's maybe an octave

and a half off.

Lower.

It's hard for me to be able to keep up
to process and gauge it at the same

I wish we had... May the both of you be
quiet.

She uses it to boost your powers. We can
use it now to amplify your super

hearing. It'll make you more precise.

Here. Okay. Push it closer slowly and
I'll tell you when to stop.

Patricia, I found out you've been
swapping the experimental drug for

We know about what you've been doing
with Nora and the machine as well.

You... are going to pay for the damage.

I'm going to fix you up with a nice,
potent double dose.

We'll observe you closely and see what
data in the name of science we can gain

considering how much data you cost us.

You have a lot to learn.

Where are you going?

Truth is, Patricia, I already have.

Slow and steady, sis.

So this is what you've been hiding from
me all these months.

Do you really think this can stop me?

Oh, stopping you was never the plan.

What happens if I turn it on?

So... And the battle was... Done.

Which, by the looks of things, you're
out of.

I kept to the plan. All right, let's
settle down at the bottom of the

Gary. Okay,

I'm open to that

contingency plan. Yeah, yeah, good,
good.

Let us go.

Might as well shoot Max in that pod if
you want to hurt me.

What are you talking about?

When I healed Max's body, we traded
places.

So now Max is in my body, and I'm in
his.

Though it's all the same, really.

Our cells are psychically linked. You
have your mother to thank for that,

actually. They're lying!

Am I?

Do you have the strength to find out?

Just put the gun down.

Hear the whole story from your father's
mouth.

We needed this, my nermada.

Yes, we did. And I needed a lesson that
you were kind enough to teach me.

I've seen how much you've grown in your
recovery.

I let my ego and neuromindedness get in
the way of considering all options, and

the only reason that Maria is alive is
because of you.

I think we make a pretty good team.

And as I learn about myself and all
this, I'm really gonna need you.

I've actually had some dreams
percolating lately, but I think for now

just hug it out and go celebrate with
Maria.

I'm on a slow train today, but I can sip
on another beer.

We're glad to have you back, DeLuca.

Move it.

You're not the only one who wants to
welcome our heroine home.

We all knew you were fighting in there.

Thankfully, I was not fighting alone. I
had my sisters with me.

And Patricia.

And your mom, Garen.

I didn't get a lot of time with her, but
from what I saw, she was a genius.

And a fighter.

Patricia and Nora were working on a
machine together until they were caught

some creepy doctor named Lockhart.

A machine?

Yeah.

Well, what is the deal?

I can't get over Maria's story.

My mom's pardoned it all. She was
magnificent.

What was it Maria said? That she was a
genius and a fighter?

Maybe Nora would block the Earthship off
of it, not Jones.

Maybe she is.

I just can't believe I've been spending
my whole life trying to find a way to

call aliens, and my mom already built
one.

I've seen it, actually.

The Lockhart Machine.

Now I know why it's named that.

The deep sky?

Which means, despite how much you want
to... You can't show it to me.

Well, you know what? I'm gonna talk to
my boss, Eduardo, about working on it

together.

I completely get... the literal
definition that an alien might not get

to dabble with a screwdriver.

I gotta admit, I'm surprised to hear you
say that.

One mission at a time, right?

You know what, though? If it, uh...

If it makes all the sufferings from the
crash in 47 worth it, and it helps Max

in the process, then I will tell you
everything that I know about it.

Okay.

I'm looking forward to it.

Okay.

I'm confused, though. What is the
mission you're working on right now?

We come from badass stock, babe.

Clearly.

Thank you.

That's what family does.

Okay, for real, this man has been a
saint, and you should take that call.

Hey, girl.

Hey.

I brought you a little, um... Chateau
Neuf de Pape to go with our science.

Oh, okay.

My brain is, like, racing and stuck at
the same time. And the signs were all

there. Jones's interest in settling his
connection with Max.

Cloning.

Frequency.

We have a lot of work to do.

Mm -hmm.

But... Thanks to what we learned in the
Mindscape, we also know exactly where to

start. So I say, just take a breath for
a second, because that pot is hidden,

right? So what if you give that big
brain of yours just a little bit of a

before you start again?

Can I force one on you?

Because I, for one, would like to
recognize just how happy I am

that you are back in Roswell for good.

Okay, a moment.

Because I'm glad to.

All right.

I'm going to drink this wine. I'm going
to hug Maria DeLuca until it hurts.

Yes.

to do what I always do.