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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico.
Whoever gets the science first controls

body Max stays in. Then I'll keep
transcribing the equation that he

my head. I'm going to keep you as far
away from Jones as possible.

Give me the equation or I take away
another person you love.

Hey, Jones!

I was hoping to do this over champagne
and pleasantries. But if you would

a hostile negotiation, I'm happy to
oblige.

Let's try this again, shall we?

Anyone for a cornichon?

What is this place?

This is the minescape.

It's a room that only he has a key to.
But Jones can just pull all of us into

it? And in here, he has complete control
over us. A little home field advantage.

Then why else, Isabel?

We can't lie in here.

Hey, look, can someone please tell me
how screwed are we?

Well, that depends on what you do next.

I'm in charge here, but you all have
some value as pawns.

So, shall we take a vote on who dies if
Liz doesn't mend my genetics?

Or shall I just pick at random?

Liz, could you please call me back? This
is the third voicemail that I've left

you. Also, you might want to change that
voicemail, too.

I understand you've trained for a year.

I've been honing my abilities for
decades.

My genetics are far superior, something
you could have benefited from if you had

just taken my deal.

What deal is he talking about, Liz?
Don't fall for it. He's trying to pit us

against each other. He's trying to
heighten our emotions inside our heads.

wants to learn our secrets and use them
against us.

Speaking of secrets, what is it that
you're hiding, Elizabeth?

Is it the powerful sedative Heath
concocted and slipped into your dress

wasn't looking?

You're so convinced of your own genius
that you decided you can have your cake

and eat it too.

That's why my deal still rattles around
in your head.

And all your so -called friends are
worried that you will give me what I

exchange for greatness.

Maybe Lano Arteco's words are finally
sinking in. You are too extraordinary to

play house with a Guarido cop.

And Isabel.

Speaking of mothers, I'm glad your mom
is dead so she doesn't have to see what

disappointment you've become.

And you.

It's barely even worth my time going
into your head. It's boring in there.

Without the sparks, you're nothing.

But I'm not the only one who thinks
that.

Okay, is there any way that I can skip
the rest of this awkward family reunion?

Family.

These people barely see you as a friend.

You're the cosmic McGuffin to them. They
just want the equation that's in your

head. That's not true, Dallas.

I've heard way worse in Reddit threads.

So go ahead, Jones.

You're never gonna break me. Because not
only did my dad give me this equation

that I know you need so bad, he also
gave me the memories of all the times

he had the courage to stand up to you.

Yes, Theo was bold.

Look where that got him.

Into you.

What's with the Sergio Leone looks?

I think the big bad cosmic wolf is
having trouble blowing my mind down.

Interesting.

Whatever you're after, it seems super
important, so why don't you give us the

details? and spare us the brunch from
hell.

Keeping me out of your head only piques
my interest further. What could my angry

little brat be hiding?

Oh, I'd be careful.

You poke around long enough, you might
let down your own defenses.

And then I will see into your mind.

We already know you're not going to kill
any of us. You said it yourself, we are

your pawns, and we all have something
you want.

So many bonds forged, so many strings to
pull.

If Liz needs motivation to get back into
the lab, perhaps she should tell us

where to start.

I told you someone was going to die
today.

The little trick I've been holding on
to.

The same how little you know about our
abilities.

I gave you a chance and you blew it.
When I come back, you'll give me the

solution. Refuse, and the death that
follows is on you.

No.

It's okay.

It's Dallas.

He's alive, but the shards, they lodged
themselves into his neck and his chest,

and I can't stop the bleeding.

Michael and Jones are gone.

Oh, my God. Here, let me try to take
that out.

No. If we remove the pieces, he's going
to bleed out. That's not how this is

supposed to go. First Dallas, and then
Michael. We'll find Michael. We just got

to figure out why Jones took him. Oh, I
know why Jones took him. He couldn't

rattle him in the minescape, which means
either he's looking for something in

that great big Mensa brain, or he's
playing with his food. Jones thinks he's

himself a utilitarian. He needs
something from Michael, which means

they are, he's alive for now. Did you
talk philosophy before or after making a

deal with the devil? I didn't make a
deal with him. Would you consider it?

trying to get into your head, Isabelle.
Isn't he already in yours? Okay, enough,

Isabelle. This is exactly what Jones
wants us to do.

Okay, how long will it take to make the
serum?

I'm sorry, you want her to do what he
said? We're going to have to use it to

disconnect me from Jones eventually
anyway, so why delay the inevitable?

A couple of hours.

I need my spores in a lab, and whatever
part of the equation Dallas is able to

write down on that paper.

He needs surgery. We're running out of
time. Well, luckily, I have an excellent

alien physician on speed dial.

Did I miss the invite to Woman as
Warrior Wednesday?

I had another vision.

Three coffins, no mourners, nothing else
to go off of. What triggered the vision

that time?

Gross tarantula.

Yeah, those should be hibernating right
now.

But I guess with all the recent
frequency disturbances... Yeah, I don't

care who sent them. I just was hoping
that tapping into the DeLuca family

intuition might show me who to keep out
of those coffins.

Mind if I join you?

Nobody's answering my texts. I don't
know if Jones can jam a cell signal if

everybody's ghosting me, but I gotta do
something.

Any details jump out like last time?

Another family crest?

Did any of the coffins have lilies on
them?

That's really specific.

It's Isabelle's favorite flower.

Well, how would you know that? Everybody
knows that. I promise you, not

everybody knows that.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

Am I wasting my psychic powers just to
find out that you're in love with

Love is a big... You know, it's more of
an admirer when...

I like her.

Your timing could not be worse. She's
with Anatsa. And she's happy. Trust me.

Everything that's happened in the last
month wasn't part of my five -year plan.

There's a bell.

Finally.

Oh, okay, yeah, keep applying pressure,
but don't go to the hospital.

I know where to go.

Set up the surgery bay in this room.

Do I have a medical team available?

I gave everyone a mental health day
rather than sending a memo that aliens

exist. Fair point.

You have to be my second set of hands.

I have a lot of talent.

Surgery is not one of them.

I'll do it.

I mean, given that I have control over
the sword, I'd be most useful anyway,

right?

Um... Come on, Doc. I'll be your scrub
nurse. It's the least I can do for

Dallas. That solves the dilemma of a
capable medical.

Where's Michael?

He's with Jones.

We don't know where, but we'll find him.

Good news is, he is alive.

So, that's something.

I'll break the news to Alex.

Yeah, it's funny when you said, uh...
clandestine mountain clubhouse. I

that was hyperbole.

How's the sheriff?

Well, she's in surgery.

Let's remove the bullet from her leg.

Astro Hitler healed up the entry wound,
but left the internal damage to mend.

Anyway, the doctor said she's going to
be okay, but she had a lot of questions,

so I got out of there. Is this everyone?

Not exactly an Avengers -type team -up,
is it?

Heath, Dallas was badly injured back at
the mansion.

He's in serious... Condition, and Kyle's
prepping him for surgery.

Yeah, he's right through those doors.

Dallas can't die.

He's the one with all the video game
cheat codes.

Sorry.

Yay, childhood coping mechanism.

I just, I have to make jokes or I'll
lose it.

Put me to work, Roswell.

I need to think about anything but
Dallas.

Okay.

Nice and easy. No sudden movements. So
long as you keep holding the more

precariously placed shards, we should be
able to mitigate any permanent damage.

Oh, my God.

Oh, that's gross.

Well, I appreciate the extra set of
hands.

You don't have to stay.

I can call Max.

Oh, no. I can't do the pacing around the
hallways like a madwoman thing.

Also, technically, these are parts of my
sword. I do need them back.

And it's my fault that Dallas is here.

No, no, Jones did this.

No, that's exactly my point. I let Jones
into my head. I let him get under my

skin.

This whole time I've been thinking I'm
some badass, fearless warrior.

It turns out I am nothing like my
mother.

I let my insecurities get the best of
me.

And now look.

My new brother has shards of my careless
mistake lodged in his body.

You're not the only one whose
insecurities are being triggered.

I took my dad's legacy and I made it my
own.

I saw a new opportunity with Deep Sky,
but here I am, panicking like a med

student in his first rotation.

Kyle, every time we have faced a problem
with our physiology, you have risen to

that occasion.

You literally invented a new branch of
science to save my brother.

You never cease to impress me.

Don't touch my stuff.

Mind your manners or the one I drunk
upstairs gets the heart attack he's been

sidestepping for half a century.

Why the hell are we down here?

Why can't I take pride in my son's
underground soundproof bunker?

I can't decide if it's risky or just
plain stupid you bringing me home.

Then where else?

Other than the place my son crawls into
whenever the world becomes too much for

him.

I get it.

You want to try worming your way into my
head again.

You know, if you just asked nicely, I
might have given you the information.

Must be pretty important.

Whatever you're after.

And since I'm playing the part of damsel
in distress instead of Liz, it's not

just the science to separate you and
Max.

I will break into your mind.

One way or another.

You can't kill me off the rack, Max,
because if I'm dead, my brain stops

working.

And then you can't get whatever it is
you're after.

You're incredibly dense for a mechanical
genius.

If I wanted you dead, you never would
have made it out of Nora's womb.

Haven't you ever wondered how she evaded
me?

Perhaps it's time I tell you the truth
about your conception.

All right, I'm almost through
transcribing Theo's equation, but there

holes.

Some of these symbols are incomplete.

All right, so how do we bridge the gap
in the genetic sequence?

Should have paid more attention in AP
alien chem.

Any luck with our little fungi?

I was able to fast track the germination
process to produce some viable stem

cells. I should seal off the puzzle
piece end of Max's DNA.

Great, so bust out the champagne.

Hold the ice bucket. Come take a look.

Huh.

Binding receptors are multiplying.

They're effectively stopping the
peplumers in Jones' cells from

Max's DNA.

Oh.

The cost.

I mean, without the complete equation,
it's like we are duct taping a solution

instead of actually fixing it.

Any breakthroughs?

That is my cue to be elsewhere.

I thought maybe we could talk about
Joan's offer over some caffeine.

I'm not mad.

I just... I worry about you.

Joan's offered to advance my science in
exchange for...

Extending the telomeres in your body.

It was a trick to get me to undo the
science that keeps him from being able

clone himself. I am not going to turn my
back on you.

Which is why you should know we are
getting close to figuring out a

My plan is to ignore your DNA against
rejoining his with a treatment of stem

cells from noospores.

I'm certain it'll interrupt the tether,
only... Only what?

According to everything we know about
the science, this serum...

It'll take away your powers.

I understand why you hold Nora in such
high regard, but those placed on

pedestals are bound to fall.

You get my mother's name out of your
damn mouth.

Perhaps I should tell you about your
mother's mouth.

Once upon a time, she was my right hand.

Until the rebels clouded her judgment
and turned her against me. My mother was

good!

Then you're nothing but a damn liar.

Maybe. Maybe not.

That's the beauty of it.

Broken children cling to fairy tales
that tell them they can be mended.

Yours is Nora.

I've barely scratched the surface of
your subconscious and I can already tell

you are by far the most broken of your
entire precious triad.

You don't deserve a family.

You're weak.

And that's why you will try and fail to
stop me from getting into your head.

You lost?

Snack bar's on level five.

No, no, I was just trying to clear my
head.

What you doing with the machine?

I'm honestly just trying to keep myself
busy.

Seeing my brain, I'll stop thinking
about worst -case scenarios.

You need help?

I was starting to feel like a nuisance
up in the lab.

I'm just thinking about why this was
built.

You know? I mean, Nora made it seem like
it was built for something more than

just a phone E .T.

It reads frequencies, right? So I'm
wondering if I can alter it in some way

find Jones, then it'll lead us to
Michael. You think that'll work? I'm

at straws, but I gotta do something.

I get it, man.

It's much easier to act than to react,
right?

When I was, um... When I was dying, I
wrote all these letters to

people I cared about.

They just ended up in a hole in the
ground.

Yeah, I just couldn't face anything head
-on.

You know, it was the only way I knew how
to cope.

So, hell, if you need to bang on that
machine, if not break, I get it.

I'm guessing that's not the Spanish for
huzzah.

I don't know how to separate Max and
Jones permanently without affecting the

alien proteins in Max's DNA.

It's okay.

Come on, Roswell.

Tell me what's really going through that
brain of yours.

John's offered me everything I want.

And even though, deep down, I knew I
would never take the deal, a part of me

wonder what if.

God, he knew exactly what to say to
trigger my biggest insecurities. He knew

exactly what I hate about myself.

I want validation.

And no matter how hard I try to be
satisfied, it is never enough.

I want the next thing. I want the bigger
thing. I want the Nobel, the...

Frozen Moes?

Nobel, I know.

Moes, less so.

Any time I, um, did well growing up, my
mom wasn't there.

La próxima vez, muñeca. Next time, I
will take you to Frozen Mugs and we will

celebrate with ice cream sandwiches.

Every spelling bee, every science fair.

Nothing merited her committing.

Nothing made Frozen Mugs real.

What exactly is real in this case? I
mean, take a look around you. You are in

a top -secret scientific chocolate
factory that would make generics wet

pants.

So...

Who cares what the next thing is?

It doesn't make me a bad scientist if I
stop asking what if.

Because right now I just want to block
out the possibilities the further most

and just fix this one problem for us.

Even if it means no one will ever
benefit from what was achieved here.

Either way.

You are a hero to the people in this
building.

And quite honestly, a round of
margaritas with them kind of sounds

prize on a shelf that has to be dusted.

Okay.

Now will you tell me what the Spanish is
for us all?

Come on, Vision. I know you want to be
seen.

Tarot card.

Maybe that'll trigger things.

I've removed most of the pieces that
were threatening the heart.

Lucky for Della, there's no visible
nerve damage.

I just need to get in there to close up
these incisions before they... 4 -0

monocryl sutures ready to roll.

You've picked up more in an hour than I
did my first week of residency.

What, like it's hard?

I'm just saying.

You're quick -steady, level -headed,
determined, all these great traits aside

from being a warrior.

Don't sell yourself short.

Okay, what's up, Doc?

Huh? Your energy is all over the place
right now.

I'm picking up some hues of confidence,
but there's something under the surface

that I can't read.

His heart rate and blood pressure are
dropping. His sympathetic nervous system

has been activated.

We need to lower his heart rate. I can
give him a beta blocker. That might buy

some time.

You know what? I don't think it's just
medical.

I can feel that he's terrified.

He shouldn't be in there alone. I've got
to try to reach him and convince him to

keep fighting.

Do you think the mitochondrial enzymes
in the stem cells rebuild the

base pairs in the alien helix?

I don't know.

There's still too many variables left to
be determined.

Oops.

That should be the other way around.

Heath, I... I know you want to help, but
your mind is clearly divided, and it's

okay to take a minute and breathe.

Liz, I'm fine. No, none of us are fine.
It's okay to take a minute and go see

Dallas. What good would that do? I'd
just be in the way.

I know you don't want to hear it, but
surgery is risky.

Take it from a girl who lost her sister
without a goodbye.

You don't wanna live with that regret.

I do hate it when you're right.

I can do this all day, Michael.

There's nothing you can do that will
stop me from getting in your head.

Even now you prove to be a
disappointment.

Seems we've spent too much time talking
about my weaknesses but avoiding yours.

You need a tissue.

For that nosebleed?

Couldn't have been easy holding five
people in the minescape. I think you're

taxed. And because you are, well, you're
probably wondering while you were

trying to push into my mind, did you
leave the back door to yours unlocked?

Now, let's see if I can uncover the
truth.

You want to know about the Lockhart
machine?

But not because you need Theo's
equation. No, you have a list for that.

You want to call someone?

No, you want to call something.

Get out of my head, Michael.

I don't want to kill you.

Right.

Because you're not the eat -your -young
type.

But you are the kind of guy who would
murder his own triad.

It was an unusual day in the Oasis.

It rained for the first time in a while.
And you held a sword that should have

drawn its energy from its triad, just
like any other.

But yours wouldn't charge, would it,
daddy dearest?

My triad was holding me back.

Much like Max and Isabel do to you.

You found a loophole to charge up your
sword.

A way to corrupt its power by taking
life after life.

Starting with the members of your own
triad.

You murdered your family for power.

Last chance, Michael. I don't want to do
this the hard way.

But if you don't give me the information
I need... What are you going to do?

Growl me?

You want your sword?

You're going to have to go throw me.

Okay, so the first time that Michael
popped the back of the machine open, he

said that it felt familiar somehow.

So maybe he's the key.

Hey, uh, I know this is weird, um, but
Michael leaves his hand dandies all

around my place, and I don't think he
ever washes them.

So maybe some trace DNA will pop the
trunk.

Okay.

Another dead end?

Try to mentally screwdriver this thing
open?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

All right.

Interesting.

This could be yours and Jones'
frequency.

You think a regular guy from Roseville
could do that?

What do you mean by that?

It's just something Liz mentioned.

One of the side effects of defeating
Jones is that I may lose my powers.

So wait, you're going to be human, huh?

That's what you always wanted.

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, not exactly.

Two of the people who defined me for
most of my life. I won't be anything

them. But they're forming a new tribe
with Dallas anyway, so...

You know, it's cool.

So, wait, are you afraid that you're
going to lose your purpose if you're not

their savior anymore?

Max, your siblings don't love what you
can do for them. They love you.

What about Liz?

I mean, she fell in love with an alien.

I mean, what happens when I'm no longer
the secret to the universe?

Well, I mean, you're not built for just
one thing.

You're not just an alien.

You're not just a brother.

You're not just a clone.

You're Max Evans, no matter what form
that takes.

Shouldn't you be up on the, uh, science
floor?

Needed some air.

And, uh, no offense, but I'm really,
really not down to talk feelings with

boyfriend of my ex.

Whatever we were.

Yeah, no, nobody wants that.

So, uh, so just talk to me like I'm some
guy from Roswell.

Skipping over every misstep that got me
here.

Pretty damn terrified that I might lose
my best friend in the entire world.

And, of course, that he'll take with him
my only small shot at redemption.

Final piece of the code that'll sever
you from your wonder twin.

There's more to it than that, though,
isn't there?

I'm afraid that I can't come back from
the things I've done.

Dallas has always seen me as a...

Good person with bad option.

But honestly, I'm not so sure that's
true.

And I'm scared to face him.

I think we're all capable of coming back
from way more than we realize.

I think about everybody in here.

We're all just trying to navigate our
missteps.

Look, just because we make some bad
choices, that doesn't make us bad

It just makes us human.

Keith, you're needed in surgery.

I thought Dr. Valenti was the alien
specialist.

Yeah, he is. Right now we need a Dallas
specialist.

So much for quality family time.

See how funny it is when I run my sword
through you.

And here I thought I missed Little
League.

I've been waiting 70 years to do that.

So you do love someone as much as you
love Nora.

And he's got a toy I want.

Nine of swords, fear.

Ten of swords, painful endings.

The tower.

Catastrophe.

It feels like the answer's up.

Maybe I...

I just need to let them fly.

The junkyard.

I'm not going to lie, this is going to
be a little weird for you.

Yeah, right, because it was all so
normal up to this point.

Dallas is somewhere in his subconscious.

Now, when I jumped in there, I couldn't
find him, so I need your help. Where

would he go if you were afraid?

To the place where we used to quiet the
voices.

Show me.

Is that really you, or is this like
walking through the light?

Well, I'm still trying to wrap my mind
around the physics of all of it, but...

Yeah, it's me.

You want to tell me why you're hiding
out in your childhood coping mechanism?

Never really believed in the devil
before.

Today, he was in my head.

Well, in that case, I feel pretty damn
sorry for the devil, because...

It's better than here.

I'm not sure how much longer I can hold
on.

It's like the hardest thing I've ever
done, just trying to survive.

It's different.

It's different when you're the one that
needs the comforting.

I didn't know if you were coming, if
anyone was coming.

you've always taught the world to me.

I guess I just couldn't stand the
thought of not living up to your

You're my family.

I'm not going to turn my back on you
because you stumbled once.

Everyone makes mistakes.

It's what you do afterwards that's what
defines us.

So fix it.

Liz needs that last little bit of your
dad's equation.

All right? I promise I will make things
right.

I am going to need a little bit of that
classic Dallas guidance.

Sorry for bolting.

I, uh, had an itty -bitty, teeny -tiny,
very tough cowboy existential crisis.

When you told me there was a chance that
I would no longer be what I am, the

first thing that ran through my mind was
whether or not you'd still love me if I

was actually just a guy from Roswell.

You are not just anything to me, Meg.

And whatever, whoever you are, I... I
love you.

I always will.

I love you, too.

So... Let's finish this serum.

What do you need?

First, I need something I've been
meaning to do for a very long time.

Kiss me, Maxim.

Ah, crap.

Sorry, my timing is terrible. You want
me to come back in? I can turn around.

No, all good.

How's Dad? Yeah, he's in good hands.

And luckily, I had someone to talk me
out of making another mistake.

Sorry, Evans, but it looked like you
were going to get to live to be another

as a little green man.

Michael!

How'd you find me, Luca?

Intuition. I've got to move.

Don't go, Michael. You're hurt.

Acetone.

Tables.

Okay, we gotta go. The only place we're
going is a hospital. This is a gnarly

wound, Michael. We gotta close it up
ourselves.

I got booze, mechanics glue, and a
stapler.

Jones is after the Lockhart machine. He
knows it's with Alex.

Let's go into deep sky.

Please. Alcohol is behind the beakers.

Either Liz just kiss Max or... Or it
could be Jones. They might need me. No,

need you more. I need you to remove the
last shard. What? The second it's out of

his neck, I'll go in there and close it
before I bleed it out.

I've got better control of my abilities.

All right. You ready?

You 11, you 12, you 5.

We have all of the pieces. We're just
missing the mystery protein. You X.

Man, it's got to be the key to repairing
the DNA while making it inaccessible to

junk and tether. So, close, but no
cigar.

Guys, we are running out of time.

I'm getting a bad feeling. This
flickering isn't me.

Okay, but what if close enough is the
point? The mysterious protein.

X is an unknown variable because it is
dependent on the person we are trying to

separate. The DNA has to be close enough
to supplement in, like a graft or a

bone marrow transplant.

Oh, my God, the X is like the hair in
the Polyjuice potion.

Sure, but if we're lucky enough, we
could bridge the base pairs without

affecting the alien protein.

Well, we'd still need DNA from a member
of Jones' immediate family.

Michael.

What? No, I thought not Max. Had him.

What about his antenna?

How was it? Did I do okay?

Yeah.

Oh, my God, Kyle.

Thank you. I should be thanking you.

You helped save this man's life.

You make a good team.

What?

I can tell there's something on your
mind. What is it?

That's gotta be Jones.

You don't need Jones's sword to be a
warrior.

You're ready for this.

You did it?

This compound will keep Max and Jones
apart for good.

Right on schedule.

Give me the solution, Elizabeth.

No, I won't let you.

Let me? Since when has Elizabeth Deco
cut about permission?

Ethics. You don't control.

Who I am or what I do, I decide that.
And I said no. Give me the solution, Liz

and Valenti.

There's a machine here I want. Bring it
to me or I'll be forced to do something

I really enjoy.

So will I.

I'll be forced to kick your ass.

Oh.

Well, it seems no one here has any
common sense.

Give me what I want, or I drop them.

Take the machine.

Smart boy.

Now I bet you're thinking, hey, he drops
them, I'll catch them. No big.

But I have a hunch that we don't quite
have the strength to catch all three.

Get away from him!

What'll it be, Elizabeth?

Liz, don't do it!

Next time, frozen mouth.

You made a very wise choice.

If only you made that choice the first
time around.