All language subtitles for Roswell New Mexico - 3x02 - Give Me One Reason.

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

I saw this coffin, and I think

someone's gonna die.

Someone's getting murdered.

- No! No!
- Stop!

What did he do to you?

He told me I'm a clone.

- What are you keeping from us?
- I'm dying.

Valenti did a transplant. It's better.

And my body's rejecting it.

I keep hoping Alex will pop in with some

medical textbook on you,
but there's nobody

from your planet to ask
about how you work.

Howdy, partner.

Jumper cables should do the trick.

No, he'd just pass out again. My guess?

Jones hasn't been hydrated in 70 years.

You want the evil alien
to take us seriously?

You bring in the big guns.

You meant a literal gun.

- Of course.
- First, we get answers.

Then we pop his ticker in a cooler,

and we call it a day.

We can't just kill an alien
who claims to come in peace.

I mean, first of all, it's too ironic.

Am I the only one
who read Tripp's journals?

Or did you somehow forget

that he crashed our spaceship

and he ruined our mothers' lives?

Okay, so, if Jones deserved
to die back in 1948,

why did our mothers
leave him in that pod?

You know, call me old-fashioned,
but before I off a man,

I like to cross my T's and dot my I's.

Mm.

And how you gonna do that exactly?

You gonna set him free,
see if he gets inside your head

and makes you murder
a couple of teen girls?

I'm sorry, Iz.

But it's true.

Noah was bad, Jones is worse.

For once, we have the upper hand.

So let's go find out where we came from

and save Max's stupid life again.

We are in literal alien
territory right now, Michael.

We need to keep our guards up.

Let him reveal his strategy,

and then use it against him. Checkmate.

Okay, Bobby Fischer.

it's him, or it's Max.

No matter what we do,

one of them's not getting out
of this alive.

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In your language, our
planet was called "The Oasis."

And while Earth has its charms,

our world has a bit more
of a twinkle in her eye.

At least it did

until there was a reckoning of sorts.

A shift in ideals, which
left us all with a choice...

Adapt...

...or run for the hills

and hope The Dictator didn't find us.

Your mothers,
The Engineer and The Empath,

chose to hide underground.

There, they forged The Resistance,

in the hopes of regaining
the world they had lost.

Eventually, they realized
they'd never be able

to put down The Dictator,

so they decided
to plan their escape instead.

They figured out

how to build a ship
and travel to another world,

sure that it would be better
than the one they knew.

I guess you already know...

they were wrong.

So while the rebels were
building their ship,

where were you?

Easy. He was one of
The Dictator's evil henchmen.

No.

I was his prisoner.

But you're partially right.

I was also his secret weapon.

Not that I had a choice.

What did you do for The Dictator?

Are you sure you want
to hear this, darlin'?

Why wouldn't we?

Because you're not gonna like
what I have to say.

This is exactly what it looks like.

Like someone I just met last night,

reading my manuscript before
I've had a chance proofread it?

I couldn't help it.

I was making a silent escape...

"Escape" is a little insulting.

But then I saw it, just sitting here,

right out in the open, and I thought,

"Ah, this is gonna be good."

Good like terrible.

Terrible like
fun to quote to my friends.

Okay, well, now we're getting
to medium insulting.

But three sentences in, I was hooked.

You're legit good,

and it's offensive.

Oh. Uh, that's...

Thank you.

Sure thing.

And thanks for the sex.

It actually wasn't bad.

See you never.

Wow.

Is that eggs?

In my defense, I did look
for frozen waffles first.

I-I'm actually quite good
at frozen waffles,

but you have, like, zero food here.

Thank you so much for the...
the eggs and ashes,

- but we, um...
- No, I know. Breakfast was weird.

I guess I just thought if you
woke up alone that you might

feel used and...
Well, now I'm just realizing

that it seems like
I'm obsessed with you.

About last night...

Mm, yes.

On a scale of "colossal mistake"

to "ruined for other men forever"?

How about I just see you at work?

Yeah.

Cool.

- Oh, uh, sorry. Small thing.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna need my shirt back.

Right.

Dr. Simms, call Recovery.

Dr. Simms, call Recovery.

Okay. Scans look good,
blood work's good.

Cognition seems normal... for you.

Retrograde amnesia is usually temporary.

Standard recommendation is
to stick to your usual routine.

Who knows?

Maybe you'll be riding your
leopard-print Jet Ski one day,

and boom, you'll remember
the last ten years.

I have a leopard-print Jet Ski?

Are you listening, Long?

You need to do the things
you used to do,

spend time with the people you know.

Thought I knew her. She brought me here.

Your friends aren't hard to find.

Just look for any dick waving
a Confederate flag.

Okay, uh, things are fuzzy,

- but the South lost the war?
- Well, it depends

how far you fall down the Reddit thread.

We're done here.

Labs, pick up 331.

Labs, pick up 331.

Uh, hey, thanks again for...

Your dad's waiting for you
at the nurse's station, Long.

What happened
to that Valenti bedside manner

that I've heard so much about?

It's reserved for people who
don't pull guns on my sister.

Do you think he's gonna get
his memories back?

When Cameron got dosed with Butyricol,

she lost a month's worth
of memory for good.

Wyatt got her dose
multiplied by a hundred.

Consider the trash can emptied.

I really didn't mean
to erase his whole life.

You know, like, he-he just...

uh, he came at me,
and I just panicked, and I...

Whoa, whoa, do not feel bad.

Long's the guy who thought it was funny

to tape a "whites only" sign
above a drinking fountain.

The less information he has, the better.

Oh, God. Talk about a crash landing.

Mom.

Hey.

I thought you were packing.

Well, I wanted to see you
in your white coat

one last time before I left.

And... I brought you something.

Whoa.

I remember this.

It was your dad's.

His uncle stayed in Mexico when the rest

of the family came over, and
he used to carve these things.

He always said, "Music leads your heart

where it needs to go."

That's what Dad said

when I couldn't decide on med schools.

Oh.

He told me to give it
to you, at the end,

but he couldn't remember where it was.

I found it when I was packing
behind a file cabinet

under a pair of pants.

I know you think your father
had all the answers, Kyle,

but he didn't.

He was just figuring it out
like the rest of us.

Um... I'm sorry about the election.

- Yeah.
- Well...

I'm sorry about this town.

It's lost its way.
I mean, part of me wants

to stick around and-and try
to fix things, but...

our family has done enough
for this place.

I hope you realize that, Kyle.

_

I came as soon as I could.

Are you okay?

Well, four men held me at gunpoint.

They stole a week's worth of cash.

They smashed half of my booze.

Tried to do the same to my head.

Why didn't you come to the hospital?

- We need to do scans.
- No.

Not now. Listen, I need
your help with something else.

She had a vision.

She wanted to wait till you got here.

What could be more important
than a potential brain injury?

Well, for starters...

...I think someone's getting murdered.

Sometimes it's the simple things

that feel like a rainstorm in July.

If only you could've brought me a beer.

If only you could get back to the story.

When I realized what I was,

I was seven or so.

Lots of us had abilities, but...

...to hold life in your hands...

...to defy fate...

...that was...

unimaginable.

It wasn't long until The Dictator came

and rounded me up.

And he took you
to supervillain summer camp?

Hmm, not exactly.

What did he want with you?

What do you think?

See, it turned out
that if I healed too much,

I would get sick.

Max, too.

Then what?

You started killing people
to keep your strength up?

I told him I wouldn't do it.

Hard to believe.

He tortured my parents.

The day he killed them,

- a part of me died, too.
- Yeah?

Welcome to the Our Parents
Died Horribly Club.

So, what changed?

Well, I was saving lives every day.

But the price was too high.

I... I hated myself.

I was fighting someone else's war

on someone else's terms.

Until, one day, I found
something I wanted to fight for.

Somebody I wanted to save.

Max.

Afghanistan?

Yes, sir.

Two tours.

Four.

Heard there's a psych eval.

It's supposed to be brutal.

Who told you that, sir?

Does it feel warm to you?

That can't be good.

Looks like they cut off the air supply.

Best guess,

we got about three hours
to figure out an exit.

I'd say we have significantly
less time than that.

They didn't just cut off the air supply.

They're actively sucking
it out of the room.

Your eyes are a little dilated.

Listen, I only had a narrow view, okay?

I think... I think my vision was limited

by what I was actually seeing
in that exact moment.

So, on your left is Alex, and he says,

"This is like Noah all over again.

We're protecting a murderer."

You're sure I was there?

Damn it.

Uh, it doesn't make any sense.

I mean, this was supposed
to be my funeral.

Every time I have a vision, I see

a little bit more.

I just need to trigger one. Then I...

Ring, ring. Your brain is calling.

It says, "Stop hurting me."

Someone could die, Kyle.

Yeah.

You.

Kyle's right.

I will figure this out.

You should get to the hospital
and let him check you out.

All right.

Okay, but first, um...

I'm just gonna... I'm gonna
go to the Crashdown.

Because there's another clue
I haven't told you guys about.

I just want to...

check one more time, be sure.

Meet me on the roof?

So, I was thinking...

since we're starting this new project,

well, everything you said
about it so far

is vague and weirdly secretive,

- what if...
- Uh, Heath, not now.

Can you go organize
a control group, please?

Okay, come on.

All right? The suspense
is killing me, Roswell.

You got to let me in a little deeper.

Now's not the time
for me to let you go in deeper.

Nine, seven...

Look, I hope you don't think
that because of last night

- things are...
- No, last night was fine.

I'm sorry, fine?

I'm just... I'm stressed.

And I had to have these samples
overnighted from Libya,

- and half of them are damaged.
- You're trying to recreate

something that you once had
in Roswell, right?

You said you were MacGyvering something

that caught Genoryx's eye there.

These Libyan samples

clearly are a Band-Aid.

So, why don't you just go back home,

- you know, get what you need?
- No.

I can hold down the fort
for a couple of days.

Yes, being able to study
the abnormal DNA

I had in Roswell would accelerate

our research timeline significantly,

but... all of my samples
were destroyed in a lab fire,

and I can't get any more, ever,

so there's nothing left
back there for me.

And, you know what,
there's clearly nothing left

for me here, either.

I don't understand.

If our mothers were trying to save Max,

why was there some rift between you?

- It's complicated.
- Is it?

Because maybe you could've,
I don't know...

Just spitballing here... not
started an interplanetary war.

- I didn't.
- Really?

Walk me through it, then.

You stepped off the ship.

You set fire...

Those men would have killed all of us.

You are the reason
they wanted to kill us!

The reason they killed our moms.

Everyone on that ship.

I wasn't even supposed to be there.

I was trying to rescue Max.

Rescue Max from what?

From what happened to me.

He still had a chance.

How did you even learn about him?

Well, healing can create
a psychic connection.

Sometimes I would get little flashes

or little bits of memory.

One day, they threw this half-dead

rebel down in front of me.

They wanted me to heal him
so they could keep torturing him

for what he knew.

And that's when I saw...

someone, chained up,

just like me.

That's when you saw Max.

As soon as I found out
where they were holding him,

- I broke loose.
- Real heroic.

You walked a few doors down,
and you busted him out.

That's the mule kick of all of it.

The Dictator didn't have him.

Then who did?

Your mothers.

Our mothers traveled
halfway across the universe

to save our lives.

They don't really seem like the type

that would Frankenstein a kid.

Nora convinced The Dictator
that she was on his side.

She got injured one day.

He wanted me to save her life.

Looking back...

that's when she stole my DNA.

- Mm-mm.
- Your moms had

the best of intentions.

I fully believe that.

But The Dictator, he...
he is unbeatable.

He had abilities no one had ever seen.

What kind of abilities?

When I first got here,

I met a preacher

who told me this story of a great flood.

Our world had a similar
catastrophe but with fire.

"And through the devastation

walked the one
who would become The Dictator."

The flames couldn't touch him.

Word spread that he was immune to death,

and a world rose in his image
from the ash.

Are you saying that he was immortal?

No one knew for sure.

But there were rumors.

As for me and Max,

we were just ammunition

caught in the middle
of an active war zone.

That's why I had to rescue him.

Nobody wants to let a weapon go.

And we were too useful

to be set free.

If you don't believe me, ask Max.

He was there, too.

I don't need to.

Because I know the truth.

Are you really telling me you
wouldn't do anything you could

to protect the people you love?

That's why you're still standing here,

isn't it?

Just because
you don't want to believe him

doesn't mean he's not telling the truth.

And you think the truth is...

that our mothers made Max?

Well, someone did.

So why not let Discount Max
tell us his version

- and go from there?
- I cannot believe

- you're actually buying his bull...
- I'm not!

You think that Jones
is playing poker down there?

So do I.

The only difference is

I'm not trying to show him our hand.

Everything he says is a lie!

Nobody lies about everything.

And I am willing to bet that there is

at least some truth
to what he is saying.

- Story time's over.
- And what exactly

did you hear down there that proves

that Jones deserves to die, hmm?

Or did you stop listening
the minute he implied

that your mother's story is
a little less black-and-white

than you thought?

Maybe you're right.

I can't hear any more today.

Let's pick this up tomorrow.

You think they're just
gonna leave us here to die?

Considering the fact that they're

a top secret black ops
paramilitary group

with infinite resources, sir,

I think they'll do whatever they want.

We've got to be missing something.

_

Heard there's a psych eval.
It's supposed to be brutal.

I noticed you're a pilot, sir.

Yeah.

May I ask what kind of bird?

Now?

We may not get the chance later.

Uh, Hornets.

This whole time,
I thought we were being tested.

But we weren't.

There are no Hornets in the Air Force,

Colonel.

Business card reads,

"You have questions.

The answers lie right here."

Bronze Star, Air Medal.

Your salad bar's so impressive,
I almost missed the flaw

in your Commander's Badge.

I overslept.

- I...
- Colonels don't oversleep.

Integrity first,

service before self

and excellence in all that we do.

The core values
of the Air Force, represented

by three diamonds underneath
the star of this badge.

Except your badge has four diamonds.

Lost the office pool by six minutes.

You care for a soda?

The chemists on level three
make it in-house.

You said that your work
in Roswell was lost forever.

Well, for a moment,
I would like to explore

a slightly different possibility.

This rum is a type

that some people thought
would never be made again,

mainly because the trees

that the barrels were made from...

The barrels being a very important part

of making rum, as I'm
sure you know... well,

that tree no longer exists.

But do you think that the rum makers

let that stop them?

Uh, is there a way
to make you stop this?

In both cases,
the correct answer would be no.

They found samples

of the extinct tree in, uh,

you know, old antique furniture,

burnt-out barns...

Yeah, if there's a point,
let's just get there.

They made booze
from germinated bacterium.

Extinct bacterium.

My point is nothing is
lost forever, Roswell.

We will find a way. I promise.

You're a genius.

Uh...

- Where are you going?
- Uh, dinner.

This Friday. Italian.

And I like the ocean.

Well, that worked.

All right. What is up here
that connects to your vision?

Technically? Nothing.

We're here to trigger my next one.

What? I-I thought you said
you couldn't control them.

I can't. But I think adrenaline
is a way to trick my mind.

- I-If this is what I think it is...
- What do you think this is?

Listen, I don't know
how these visions work.

But I know when I'm afraid for my life,

I get another glimpse.

So...

So, I'm gonna jump off the roof.

You're gonna catch me.

Get back from the ledge, Maria.

You want to know whose
funeral it was, too.

But none of us want to go to yours.

If you don't get down,
I'm calling this in.

No, you won't.

I got a 10-51...

Do you really trust the guy

that just short-circuited his own radio?

Not at all. But I know when I'm scared,

- it triggers another vision.
- This isn't gonna work.

His heart isn't strong
enough to catch you.

There's a part of the vision
I didn't share yet.

After Alex said that we
were covering up a murder,

I said that it was all my fault.

That could mean a lot of things.

None of them I can live with.

- This is reckless.
- That's kind of the point.

We can find a different way.
We don't have time!

- Maria, my heart.
- Think fast, Evans.

- No!
- Maria, don't!

Thanks a lot, Guerin!

Do you want to tell me why
you just jumped off a building?

Max was supposed to catch me.
What are you doing here?

If Max even tried to catch you,

he'd be puking his guts out right now.

Yeah, I know that.

That's why I asked him, not you.

I needed to be scared.

Your abilities are the only ones
that don't have limits.

You really never noticed that?

What?

I'm not like you, Guerin.

I can't just sit
on a barstool somewhere,

pretending that nothing matters.

Someone is getting murdered.

If I have to scare myself to death

to find out who and why,
I'm damn well gonna do it.

Have you made up your mind yet?

About killing me?

What would you do?

If you were us?

Depends.

How bad is he?

I could tell he was sick
the moment I touched him.

How long have I been down here?

A week? A month?

A year.

And now...

Max is running out of time.

I know you're upset about Wyatt.

What's the point in trying if
I can never escape who I was?

You already have.

You've been sober for almost a year now.

Rosalinda has been sober.

Rosa is not even supposed to exist.

Okay, I-I could have one bad day

and literally lose everything.

Is this really
about what happened with Wyatt?

Or is it about you?

'Cause as far as I can tell,

for the first time in a long time,

you're really trying.

That must be scary.

I mean, what if you fail?

Exactly.

What if I do fail?

Hmm.

Lately, I've been feeling like
failing's all I do.

I can't tell if it's a reason to give up

or if it's a reason to keep going.

I mean, obviously,
you should keep going.

If you quit, people die.

Death isn't the only reason to try.

You know?

Life's a pretty good reason
in and of itself.

You still pissed at me?

Less, considering you spent the day

helping to keep Maria in one piece.

Well, that's progress.

I want to see how you do
in the bonus round.

You remember anything else
about the home planet?

About Jones?

I should've asked you a year ago.

I know. I didn't want to.

I can't afford
to ignore it any longer, can I?

You're about to die.

There's no more time to be stupid

and scared.

Well, I'm sorry.

I was scared, too.

Yeah, I thought
if I could just cowboy my way

into my final sunset,
then I wouldn't have to...

face the hard part.

I did remember something.

It's more a feeling than an actual...

an actual memory, but...

That night we found Jones,

I saw something.

See, I had always thought Louise was

setting me free.

But now I don't know.

I-I don't know if her and Nora

were trying to save me...

...or...

...trying to stop Jones
from rescuing me away.

I just remember I ran to him.

And that he felt safe.

I didn't want to ruin
your memories of your mother

for a feeling I barely understand.

I get it.

There's no "guy who shows up
with your face" handbook, okay?

That's why I need you to
finish the cage, Michael.

I need answers.

What kind of answers?

I'm a clone.

Somebody made me,
and I want to know why.

There's a reason I exist,

and he is holed up out
in a cave in the desert.

I don't know. I mean,

I guess I always deep-down knew that...

I was different.

I've been running
from that my whole life.

Only thing I know for sure is...

I got to talk to Jones. Now.

'Cause I can't face my maker
till I face him first.

'Cause maybe they are one and the same.

And what happens
when you don't like the answers

Mr. Universe has for you?

Does anybody?

Can you heal him?

I don't know. I'm not exactly
in fightin' shape.

Do you want to?

I traveled across the galaxy
to save that kid.

I told myself,
if I could do right by him,

maybe it would erase

everything I've done.

Ain't nothin' changed.

Well...

I wouldn't drink it all
at once if I were you.

Your liver's probably not doing so hot.

You should know...

...when I touched Max, I didn't
just see that he was sick.

I caught glimpses of a lot of things.

Like how much you love those boys,

and how much they love you.

I saw something else, too.

They underestimate you, don't they?

Let me guess.

You don't.

All I'm saying is I'm not surprised.

Same thing happened to your mother.

People thought she was weak
because she felt things.

The truth is, she was...

she was good.

Yeah, but...

Louise was so, so strong.

Once in a blue moon,

maybe we're blessed
with someone who's both.

I know my life is in your hands,

and I want you to know
I'm okay with that.

'Cause I know, whatever you decide...

that'll be what's right.

Oh, my God.

Wyatt.

Hey.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, I was just...

trying to say thank you for everything.

Lady at the store...

She said that these
are the best paint pens

for drawing on canvas.

For your shoes. I-I noticed
you drew on your shoes.

Thank you.

I was actually gonna

come and see if you were okay.

But then I was worried
that your family might shoot me.

Yeah, they're, uh...

Backwards-thinking racists?

Well, thank you for the pens.

- Uh...
- Bye.

All right, yeah.

- I'll see you... Rosalinda.
- Okay.

So, you're obviously not a colonel.

What should I call you?

Name's Eduardo Ramos.

But you can call me "boss."

We call it "The Lockhart Machine,"

after the first man who ever tried

to crack it, Private Ryan Lockhart.

He went crazy trying to figure it out.

- A lot of good men have.
- What does it do?

Well, that's just it.
After all this time,

we still only know what we knew

when we first began
studying it 50 years ago.

Every 47 days, at 11:11 p.m.,

it turns on for precisely one minute.

When's the last time it turned on?

46 days ago.

We can assign you a different
project, if you'd rather.

No. I'll take this one.

Welcome to Deep Sky, Alex.

Mmm.

Nora convinced The Dictator

that she was on his side.

He had abilities no one had ever seen.

Your abilities are the only ones
that don't have limits.

The flames couldn't touch him.

Do you know what an overdose
of adrenaline does to the body?

I told you he'd say no.

I didn't say no.

If I can keep my favorite bartender

from jumping off buildings,

well, that seems to fall

under that "do no harm" banner.

You didn't know I was cop.

Nope.

But... you're a cop.

When I'm not stopping virtual strangers

from reading my unfinished novel, yeah.

Are these song lyrics?

An article, actually.

You're a reporter?

Here to investigate Roswell's

recent rise in racial crimes,

the new sheriff's questionable record

and, of course, the existence of aliens.

At least two of those things.

Welcome to Roswell, Anatsa.

Good thing it was just
a one-night stand, Deputy.

I doubt your boss would like you
sleeping with the enemy.

If at any point you experience numbness,

pounding in your neck or ears,
or start foaming at the mouth,

we need to call 911.

I'll probably go to jail,

but on the bright side,
you won't be dead.

Are you sure about this?

Yeah. Sure.

Why would The Dictator help my mother?

Some things are better left buried.

There's only one option I can think of.

I'm the product of it, aren't I?

I'm The Dictator's son.

I know I'm right.

Say it.

You're his heir.

Liz.

Max.