All language subtitles for roswell new mexico s03e04.Walk on the Ocean.eng

Previously on
Roswell, New Mexico...

Howdy, partner.

- ISOBEL: What did he do to you?
- He told me I'm a clone.

I think someone's getting
murdered.

Have you been
mainlining acetone?

A couple days ago,
it stopped working.

- My heart is racing.
- All signs of late-stage heart failure.

It was your dad's.

- JIM: Magoo? Are you there?
- Dad?

Hey, why are you
pushing me away?

MAX:
I can't do this anymore.

Goodbye, Liz.

We're connected, you and I.

Make it stop. Set me free.

You are broken, Max.[shouts]

[grunts]

♪ We spotted the ocean

[seabirds screeching]

♪ At the head of the trail

♪ Where are we going?

- Max?
- ♪ So far away...

How are you here?

I drove all night. I-I had to.

I'm so sorry.

- I made a mistake.
- I don't understand.

I should never have
pushed you away.

I was...

I was scared.

Of what?

I can't be me without you.

♪ Step on the stones

Come back to me.

♪ Flesh becomes water...

[seabirds screeching loudly]

[distorted squawking]

[grunts]

[gasping]

[gasps]

[♪]

[♪]

♪ Got a devil on my shoulder

♪ He's got a hold on me

♪ I got a devil on my shoulder

♪ He do what he please

♪ He gets me in trouble

♪ He gets me in deep

♪ That devil on my shoulder

♪ He's got a hold on me [buzzing]

♪ Got a hold on me

♪ Whoa...

♪ There's a devil

♪ On my shoulder

♪ He's making plans

♪ This devil on my shoulder

♪ Put a gun in my hand

- ♪ He whispers in my ear
- [high-pitched ringing]

♪ When my will is weak [rumbling]

♪ This devil on my shoulder

♪ Has got me on my knees

♪ Got me on my knees

♪ Whoa...

♪ There's a devil
on my shoulder ♪

♪ When I look in the mirror

♪ I don't like what I see

♪ Oh, devil, please

♪ Won't you let me be?

♪ Oh, devil

♪ Let me be

♪ Got a devil on my shoulder.

[sneezes]

[groans]

This is your plan?

Get me high?

Hope I hallucinate some answers?

I fell down a rabbit hole
of drug studies this morning.

Veterans are using it
to treat their PTSD.

It's helping them access
their subconscious.

So I figure it should help us
find your memory of the funeral.

You just say "us"?

Every quest needs a guide.

I mean, how do you expect
to find Wonderland

without a white rabbit?

Okay, first of all,

my body... not your Wonderland.

Maria. [sighs]

The Lincoln Fire is
40% contained.

That means, by next week,
no more ash.

This funeral is happening soon,

so could you just drop
the lone wolf act

and let me help you?

Okay, but one snarky comment
out of you,

and I'm conjuring up
some big bodyguards

to haul you away.

They better be hot, though.

[both sigh]

[distorted laughter][can spraying]

[distorted chatter]

[gun clicks]

[billiard balls clatter]

[electronic feedback]

[♪]

Aw, look.

Our family trees are
kissing. [chuckles]

All this nonsense
going on here,

and that's the one thing
that you notice?

If you like piña coladas,

they're on the house.
[chuckles]

- I mean, obviously.
- It is your mind. - Mm-mm.

No, no, no. These are
not my thoughts.

Mm, yes and no.

Half this mess is yours, Iz.

[chuckles]
MARIA: Great.

Could you send us to
the psychic vision section?

- Oh.
- We're looking for...

The funeral.

Mm-hmm. I know.

Only you can find it, Maria.

You can't see
the rest of that funeral

because you don't want to.

I threw myself off a building.

But think of it
like a repressed memory.

It unsettles you.

So, your unconscious
buried it

underneath all this.
[chuckles]

Everyone in here represents
a hidden truth.

Confront them, you'll get
where you want to go.

Ignore them,
you got to stay with me.

You have got to be scrooging me.

It's simple really.
Bare your soul.

[board breaks]

That one's got to be yours.

What is she doing here, Isobel?

It might have
something to do with this...

dream I have of opening up

a self-defense school
for little girls.

Like Miyagi-Do.

Poof!

Just like the Cheshire Cat.

Oh, God! That reminds me.
Hold on.

You're late.

[scoffs] You had to mention
Wonderland, huh?

TAYLOR:
Safety is a shared endeavor

that guarantees fairness

and respect for all.

Back in Lovington,

I took a broken contract,
and I rebuilt it.

It took trust,

and it took order,
but we did it.

How do you intend to respond
to the recent string

of robberies
targeting people of color?

I intend to get
to the bottom of it.

Black lives matter,

as do brown, red, white, blue.

And because we're in Roswell...
Green.

[scattered laughter] Now let
me point you in the direction

of the other thing I'm good at:

Hatch green chile cheeseburgers.

[cheering, whooping]

Look, I'll tell you
one thing,

this town's missing
a Valenti.

[can spraying]

[siren chirps]

[♪]

[panting]

WYATT:
Rosalinda?

Rosalinda?

Boo.[gasps] Whoa.

[sighs][chuckles]

Am I losing my edge?

Just your earring.

You recognized my earring.

Who's that?

Our Lady of Guadalupe.

She's the patron saint
of Mexico.

She's basically bigger
than Jesus.

So, she's got, like,
better powers?

[chuckles]

She has Mexican powers.

"There's a crack in everything.

That's how
the light gets in."

That's Leonard Cohen, right?

You barely remember
who you are,

but you remember
"Anthem" lyrics?

I found the box set with some of
my old stuff from high school.

Thought it might help me
remember...

[sighs] something.

Did it?

Nope.

Which sucks,

because I'm sort of getting
the sense that something...

something pretty bad happened
to my sister.

Something my mom doesn't want me
to find out.

You didn't just Google it?

Well, I also get the sense
that it's the sort of thing

you don't really want to find
with an ad banner next to it.

[chuckles]
So...

I thought I'd ask you.

[chuckles]:
Me?

Why not...

why not Jordan?

'Cause he's mean, and you're...

...not.

I don't know anything.

[high-pitched ringing]

This is why they were mining it.

[door closes]

Did you just make
an intergalactic IPA?

What do you want, Valenti?

Your help.

Last night,

this radio dialed itself
to a frequency

way beyond
the normal broadcast band

and played something weird.

No.

[high-pitched ringing]
Whoa, whoa. Hey!

I'm all stocked up on stubborn,

and I know that you would be
interested in...

[electronic feedback]

Whoa.

Did that just...

JIM:
Magoo? Are you there?

If you've...

...you've come too far...

Is that your dad?

Speaking through
a hundred-year-old glowing radio

that's reacting
to your magic rock.

[static crackling]

Now you interested?

[♪]

Max told me about the clone.

But he left out the part
about magic pebbles.

Used to be regular
old turquoise,

but the crash of '47 changed
its composition somehow.

My mom was mining it.

And from what I can tell,
it amplifies

the chemical properties
in anything

that conducts a current.

Alien glass.

That explains the glow.

It's wedged in there
pretty good.

MICHAEL:
Getting it in is easy.

Fixing this crack,

that's gonna take
some skill.

KYLE:
And you think my dad

somehow put his message
in alien glass?

Better question is,

why did your old man hide it
in a broken radio?

[sighs] I don't know,

but my great-grandfather
built it.

Used to be the family business.

Hmm.

- Wow.
- KYLE: Mm-hmm.

"In times of trouble,
let this be your guide."

[chuckles]

They were poets, too.

Can you fix it?

Uh, boosting the properties
of the glass

could create an ionic bond.

Yeah, like alien Lego.

Grab the pliers.

We're doing surgery.

[soft piano music playing]

[seabirds screeching]

Oh, I-I know what
you're gonna say,

but I already
did the rounds.

Mm. Uh, well, then let me
humbly suggest

that we do them again.

This event is
honoring you, Liz.

And by the way, our guests
in there, they do fund

your very unorthodox
scientific ideas,

and thus, my car.

Well, maybe they shouldn't.

Oh, so then, this is
about Roswell.

You found the old
spores in your lab,

but there was no DNA.

The spores are still
in my bag.

What, you haven't even
tried them yet?

What's going on, Liz?

I've spent so much time
trying to convince these people

that I belong here,
and I...

I haven't asked myself
if this is where

I'm supposed to be.

You mean on a balcony
with a stunning view

- and funding for days?
- Heath...

I want to help people.

- So we should look -at your spores.
- No.

'Cause once we do,
Genoryx is gonna own

whatever becomes of them.

And without Genoryx,

you won't have a
breakthrough at all.

You don't have
the resources.

Exactly why I'm conflicted.

Okay, I've never told you this.

[clears throat]:
Uh...

I failed out of Johns Hopkins.

I was sure as hell that
one day I would save the world.

My professor disagreed.

For a long time,
I questioned all of it.

The whole reason that I got
into this in the first place.

Mm. So what'd you do?

Well, I wallowed,
I ate a case of Twinkies,

and then I numbed my brain
on video games.

And then, luckily,
I had a friend

who pulled me out of my head
long enough

to see my way through.

So I should download
Call of Duty?

[laughs softly]

Well, maybe skip the download.

[♪]

[grunts][cries out]

[grunting]

[animal whimpering]

[whimpering]

[sighs]

I didn't mean to hit you, buddy.

My emotions just
got the best of me.

[scoffs]
They think I'm a monster.

Now I know why.

So what do you think?

[whimpers]

[high-pitched ringing]

Had I known this would be
such a delicate procedure,

I would have brought
my hemostatic clamps.

A poor craftsman
blames his tools.

If I mess this up, the only tool
I'm blaming is you.

Would you look at that.
Hmm?

MICHAEL: This baby's both
a transmitter and a receiver.

I wonder who this
walkie-ET-talkie calls out to.

Can you focus, please?

I've just got to
fuse this last piece.

Keep those steady hands
steady and...

All right.

You can relax now.

It's done.

So what do we do now?[rumbling]

Take cover.
Take cover!

[rumbling stops]

[static crackling]

JIM [over radio]: If you've figured
out how to extract this message

from the glass, then
you've come too far.

I probably only have
a few minutes

before I slip out of lucidity.

Ever since the crash of '47,
our family

has chosen to protect
the Others.

It seemed like the right
decision to protect those

who are persecuted
for being different.

But it wasn't.
Not for your grandfather.

Not for me.

Walk away, Kyle, because
the alternative is a sacrifice

no more Valentis should make.

Sorry for making a mess
of Guerin Grotto.

First of all, it's a lair.

Second, I am pretty sure
your dad told you

to get the hell out of here.

But I gotta imagine
my grandfather said

the same thing to him,
and yet he stayed the course.

And he died because of it.

Sure, abandoning
oppressed people, harsh.

But what's less harsh is,
I don't know... living!

Don't you feel a
sense -of responsibility?

To do what?!

I'm gonna get in a rocket ship
that doesn't exist?

Fly to a planet that's
God knows where

into a war that's probably
long over?

Face it, Valenti,

I am as capable
of helping that planet

as you are of helping us.

[sighs heavily]

I don't think I can
look my kids in the eye

and tell 'em I walked away
from this.

[phone chimes]

I gotta go.

Here's an idea.

You have someone
stashed in a cave

who could help you find
the answers you've been

searching for since
you were seven years old.

How about you stop
licking your wounds

and go talk to him.

WYATT:
Thanks for taking pity on me.

Oh, this is not pity.

This is emergency assistance.

Face it, having been friends
with Jordan is a cry for help.

[laughs softly]

Liz told me that you and Rosa
used to be friends.

She said that you guys
would hang out

and listen to Nirvana,
and talk about art sometimes.

I told her I
didn't get that.

Guüero rancher with money

and a Chicana
with secondhand sneaks.

Well, what'd she say to that?

Um...

she said...

a veces en las piedras
crecen flores.

Sometimes flowers grow
through cracks in the cement.

Good things can thrive,

even when the world
around it is...

Thick-headed and backwards?

[glass shatters][man grunts]

Adios me from the shop again,

I might adios you
out of my country!

[scoffs]
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

You're hanging out with her?

So what?

I should go.

You should stay.

Hey.

You know,

your mama made us promise

not to tell you this,

but enough's enough.

Why don't you ask
your girlfriend here

what happened to
your sister, huh?

- She doesn't know.
- She's a lying piece of dirt.

Just like the rest of 'em.

Her family is the reason
your sister's dead, Wyatt.

Her cousin killed Kate.

Come on, Zeke, let's go.

Okay, little-known fact.

This is where Einstein came

whenever he had
a crisis of faith.

Voilà.[salsa music playing]

[Liz chuckles]

There's no one dancing.

That's the point.
Mm.

More room for us.

You know, you look a lot happier

with that bullet wound fixed up.

But Louise once told me that

it's the accidents

that change the course
of our lives.

I think you might be
my happy accident, Lucky.

Come on.

[Lucky panting]

[♪]

Oh, I know.

We share the same face.

You'd think he would trust me.

What do you say we show him
who I really am?

[♪]

[low whirring]

[whirring stops]

[high-pitched ringing]

[old-timey music playing]

[♪]

[high-pitched ringing]

[music stops][door opens]

How'd you find us?

One road in, one road out.

Give me the pod.

It's not here.

[high-pitched ringing]

Oh.

You're leaving
and taking him with you?

I don't want to hurt you.

Just give me the boy.

We will never give him to you.

After everything
that you have...

[grunts]
Louise!

[both grunt]

LOUISE:
I love you.

[grunts]

[panting]

So, you're gonna kill me now?

No, but I told you,

I just want my boy.

[gasps]

[whirring resumes]

ISOBEL: So, every subconscious
thought we deal with

gets us closer to accepting the
truth about the funeral vision.

MARIA:
Well, in that case,

I guess you should be
a little more forthcoming.

Focus, ladies.
That was just the easy part.

We're warming up
to the main event.

Only two truths are left.

You want truth, rabbit?

Bronson died before my mother
gave birth to that baby.

There's nothing I'm
suppressing there.

Care to comment, Maria?

Yeah, on the
creepy Evans twins.

You want us to
deal you in, Iz?

Should they, Iz?

Okay, fine!

Fine.

Max is a clone.

- What?
- Yeah, we found this guy Jones

in a cave in the desert and...

apparently he's, like, O.G. Max.

We don't know if
he's good or bad,

so we locked him
in an alien cage.

Wait, I'm sorry, you kept
a man in a cage for a year?

No, I mean, we kept
him in a stasis pod

for, like, 51
and a half weeks.

The cage has just been
the last few days.

And of course you would
keep that to yourself.

You know, it was
kind of an alien thing.

I am an alien...

ish. Listen, we thought
he was dangerous.

What do you mean "thought"?

It's complicated.

Okay, it's really not,
so just spit it out.

Our mothers were
afraid of Jones.

But he says that he cares
about Max.

And I can feel that he...

he's telling the truth.

And I don't trust him.

But... I don't know,

I have this sense that

there's something...

I don't know how to describe it
other than to say...

...he feels like family.

Poof.

One down...

one to go.

[high-pitched ringing]

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[Lucky whines]

No, you're right, boy.

This ain't good news.

["Un Poquito Mas"
by Devin Banda playing]

[♪]

Salsa requires letting go.

Relinquishing control
to your partner.

[♪]

♪ Side to side...

And we both know
that's not really your thing.

[♪]

♪ Over and over...

[♪]

[song ends]

All right, Jones.

I've been thinking
about what you said.

Max!

Hey! Wake up, dude. Hey.

Hey.
[moaning]

You good?

What happened?

You know, out there,
you actually

let me take
the lead for once.

Mm, do not get used to it.

Salsa's not the same
thing as science.

But I disagree.

You just have to trust me
not to drop you

on your head.

That doesn't actually
make sense.

[giggles]
All right.

What I'm trying to say is...

I got you.

All right, you don't want to do
the important stuff in the lab?

We do it off-book.

How?

We set up shop at your house.

I call in
all of the favors

with my tech buddy,
he firewalls everything.

Genoryx will never know
what we create in there.

Liz, you're brilliant.

I mean, I'm just asking you
to trust your instincts.

[baby fussing]

Okay, DeLuca,
spit it out.

Why is my mother
in your head?

You mean my great-grandmother

and your sister Patricia?

Yeah, tomato, tom-ah-to.

Hardly.

How can you not see that?

I'm sorry, does this

- have something to do with me?
- Yes!

No, wait.

I'm not sure.

I don't have a lot
of family, but...

my mom needs me
more than ever.

I'm not normal enough
to be human, but apparently

I'm not alien enough
to be part of the alien gang.

I just...

I don't know...

Lonely.

What, you're
queen of feelings now?

How did you not know that?

I don't know,
you know, in my defense,

I've have this new ability
for, like, 36 hours.

Ever since I found out
about Louise,

I just... I wanted to feel
some type of connection.

And your only connection

is through me.

And I haven't exactly
been including you.

In fact, I've been

- actively excluding.
- Yeah.

Criticizing.

- Antagonizing.
- Irritating.

Just not treating you
like family.

It would just be nice to know

what planet
my great-grandmother's from.

Well... you know what?

Why don't we solve this?

And then let's talk about it

over some acetone margaritas?

Okay.

LIZ:
Congrats, ladies.

You did it.

[harmonica playing]

Whew! "Find My Friends"

should be called
"Find My Intergalactic Enemy."

Dude, I've felt...

I've felt how strong he is, man.

He is stronger than all of us.

Well...

lucky for us,

I got a long history...[grunts]

Of fighting someone
with your face.

[truck doors close]

Told you they'd come, boy.

What are you doing here?

[gun clicks]
Thinking.

Plenty of quiet time
in your cage.

You know, when you keep things
locked up, you create monsters,

Michael.

[high-pitched ringing]

You know, I thought
about running.

But then I remembered why I
came here in the first place.

[sets gun down]

I've seen who you've become,

Max, and you're
a good man.

You deserve the life
I came here to give you.

And what life is that?

A healthy one.

I've seen your X-rays.

[sighs] There's
a lot of people

who will miss you.

I mean, Liz Ortecho for one.

You leave Liz out of this.

I understand why you doubt me.

I, uh, I remember Tripp.

That's why I wanted to give you
my side of the story.

What's he talking about?

I dug up

just enough strength
to give him one memory.

So he could make
his own decision.

About what?

His heart.

Now...

will you trust me enough

to let me heal you?

You're not strong enough
for that.

Lucky seems to be doing
just fine.

Look, no offense
to Lucky, but...

it's different with people.

Okay, I mean, you could die.

And in doing so, make amends

for all the pain
I've caused in my life.

[exhales]

Let me help you,

Max.
Why? Why?

Because in-in 1948,
you were searching for me?

Nothing you showed me

convinces me of anything else.

Then let me show you the rest.

Don't.

He can't fake a memory.

[high-pitched ringing]

[♪]

JONES:
You set me up.

One road in, one road out.

Where is he?

Where is my boy?

We moved him.

In one piece?

Or in many?

I saw those tools
in there.

What did you do to him?

- We're trying to fix him.
- So stop!

Just give him to me.

We are two halves of a whole.

Without me, he'll...

I want a chance
to do this right.

[high-pitched ringing]

You know what happens
to the child if you kill me.

Who said you're gonna die
tonight?

[scoffs]

That empty pod in there.

That's for me.

[both grunt]

[both grunting]

[high-pitched ringing]

[groans, pants]

I just want my child.

[gunshot][grunts]

[Louise sighs]

Can he survive without him?

I don't know.

[gasps]

[sighs]

I'm ready to go back to my cage.

And I'm ready
to set you free, Max.

[gasping softly]

Hi.
Hi.

Thank you for coming, I... Y-You don't have
to explain.

I, uh...

know why you ran.

You do?

♪ Could you resist...

I googled myself.

I found my YouTube page,

and there were
all these videos

about your cousin
and your family,

and about how Mexicans
don't belong in America, and...

[sighs]

That's why you didn't tell me
about your cousin, isn't it?

You were afraid
of what I might do.

You shot up our diner, Wyatt.

You attacked my uncle.

I don't know how
you're so different now.

It doesn't make sense.

Why are you even talking to me?

Because...

because I know what it's like

to wake up one day and not know
what happened to your life.

I have been in recovery

for a year now,
but sometimes

I still feel like I'm just...

convincing myself
that I'm somebody that I'm not.

But, no, I-I...

No, I know that's not true
because...

if people can't change,

if we can't become
who we want to be, then...

...what is the point
of any of this?

Wow, that's...

probably kinder than I deserve.

[chuckles softly]

I'm so sorry, Rosalinda.

I'm sorry, too.

I'm sorry about your sister.

It wasn't your fault.

[chuckles softly]

I think I need some time away
from this place.

Need to figure out who-who I am
and who I want to be, you know?

[harmonica playing in distance]

He asked to keep
the harmonica.

Figured there'd be no harm
in that.

You gonna tell me what you saw?

[sighs] 1948.

He was hunting Nora and Louise
just like Tripp said,

but he didn't want
to hurt me.

He wanted to save me from them.

I could feel his pain

right before they trapped him
in the pod.

He thinks of me like a son.

That mean you want
to let him heal you?

[sputters]

I don't know, man.

I don't trust him.

But I can't tell if that's
because I don't like

what he said about my mom.

I know it isn't my fault
who my dad was.

But I still feel
a responsibility

to somehow fix what he broke.

Seems like Jones feels
that way about you.

It's your choice,

but if you're game,
I will back you.

ISOBEL: Well, we faced our
fears in subconscious land.

Let's face what's left
in your funeral vision.

ALEX:
Of course I'm upset.

This is like Noah
all over again.

We're covering up a murder.

It's still so blurry.

This is all my fault.

ISOBEL:
Not this time, DeLuca.

We'll figure this out
together.

[cork pops]

[sighs]

Everything is coming into focus
thanks to you.

I have two theories already.

Ah, so we have made peace
with LA,

and our plan to save the world.

I've made peace with myself.

I've decided to resign.

[brakes squeal]

Where are you off to
in such a hurry, Valenti?

I'm gonna see the sheriff.

Let her know

about what you and your buddy
Zeke did over at the Lopez farm.

Oh, she ain't ever gonna
listen to you, Kyle.

She's not a bleeding heart
liberal like your mother.

MAN:
For I am convinced...

What do you see
that's new here?

...that neither death
nor life...

BERT: If the sheriff's
office had done something

the day I complained,

they could've prevented this.

...neither the present...
Bert is with Michael.

So it's not Guerin's funeral.

He defended him yesterday
at the drive-in.

Oh, but I got to
believe Sheriff Taylor

still believes in justice.

But if she won't do anything,
I will.

Why do you got to be
such a pain in my ass, Valenti?

Guys like you ain't the problem.
You're a doctor.

You're not the one
sucking the system dry like...

These hardworking people
who it's designed to beat down?

Hmm?

Look, Liz,
just think about this, okay?

There's consequence here.

I have, yes.
And if Genoryx discovers

that we are hiding our work
from them,

they will take it from us,
legally.

They're not...

And we won't be able to help

the people we did this for
in the first place.

Heath,
I have been searching

for a way to do good
without harm,

and I think leaving Genoryx
is the first step.

MAN:
Neither life...[Rosa crying]

...nor death,

nor anything else...

Oh, my God.

Is this Liz's funeral?

[♪]

Okay, what about the-the...
the funding, all right?

- The equipment?
- I will figure it out.

I need to trust people,
but it has to be the right ones.

I have put my faith
in Genoryx

when I should have been looking
to the people I care about.

I... have people.

You know what?

MAN: And now Max Evans
would like to share a few words.

[sighs]

[takes deep breath]

I can't. I can't.

[door closes]

[Maria sighs]

ISOBEL: -Well, at
least we know it's not Liz.

[playing gentle melody]

"Canción Mixteca."

[grunting]
You know,

your family's been a problem
for mine for a long time.

Tell me you ain't gonna be
like your stubborn old man.

Like your nosy bitch
of a mother.

'Cause if you are,

I'm gonna make your job
much more difficult.

You're a coward.

[both grunt]

[♪]

I don't know her at all.

We need to get to that coffin.

[both grunting]

[♪]

[gasps]

The Valenti coat of arms.

Oh, my God. It's Kyle.

♪ This is the new way [both grunt]

[groans]

[coughs]♪ This is the new fight

[gasping]

♪ This is the new way

♪ To come face-to-face
with the dark side ♪

♪ This is the new game

♪ This is the new life

♪ The battle begins
on the inside ♪

♪ Ooh, ah, ooh [panting]

♪ Ooh, ah...

♪ This is only the beginning

♪ This is revival...

Isobel, hey. Yeah, yeah.
I found him.

ISOBEL:
Oh, thank God.

Max?

Is he okay?

No.

Call an ambulance.

♪ Ooh, ah...

[high-pitched ringing]

♪ This is only the beginning [gasping]

Whoa, hey. Hey.

You all right?

♪ We'll keep fighting
to the end ♪

Roswell?

[sparks crackling]
Liz?

[grunts]

♪ This is only the beginning.