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Roswell, New Mexico...

Okay, what about Kyle?
There's no sign of him.

Did you know that your DNA

is a 29.3% match to
a friend of mine's?

Your nephew? Where's Kyle?

Wrong question.

Jones had a sword

made of alien glass.

Are you saying you had a sword

that recognizes DNA?

Burns the crap out of anybody

without Jones's DNA.

I don't think Max
is Max. He's Jones.

I believe you boys

have something
that belongs to me.

We have some work to do.

Get out of
my head, Jones.

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

Never.

You put me in a cage.

How amusing.

I'm quite the
clever girl, Jones.

While you may have a
modicum of strength in here,

out there, you're
lying in a coma.

Medicine, machines, physicians,

they can't save
you from my hold.

Is this the part where you
tell me you're my only way out?

Show me the memory
I'm looking for

and I will release you.

If you don't

you're a clever girl.

And I'm a Brazilian bitch,
so I'm putting my money on

me keeping you right here

until my friends
come and end you.

Why gamble when you can
wager on a sure thing?

Exactly how is your glow
stick gonna get you free?

Think of your mind
like an oil lantern.

The flame can only
burn for so long.

But this...

I can burn longer,
stronger, brighter.

And while your will
wanes and fades,

mine will continue to burn
everything in its path.

It's okay.

Everyone eventually bends to me.

Maybe.

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

Yeah. It seems like
75 years in a cave

has diminished
some of our power.

Unfortunately,

that just means we
need to recharge it.

By killing people?

Eggs and omelets, darling.

I'll come back.

And when I do.

I will tear this cage apart

along with whatever's left

of your feeble little mind.

Hypothesis: Alien cells use
hydrolyse component polymers

to attach themselves
to host cells.

So, essentially,
alien DNA mimics

the way a virus attacks.

There is no current reproduction
of the predatory cells

within the subject.

The handprint has
remained steady in size,

causing fever and swelling,

which means that the subject
is trying its hardest

to fight off the invasive
effects of the contact,

but it's getting nowhere.

Knock, knock.

Brought you, uh, caffeine

and news.

Jones's body is
still in the pod,

which means he must have
jumped into Max's body

when he healed his heart.

That was three days ago.

Yeah. N-Noah could only stay

in your body intermittently.

You know, how can Jones stay

in Max's body consistently?

I think it has something to do

with the two astronomers' car.

The ones that went
missing this morning.

I heard on Sanders's
police scanner

that were odd slash
marks melted into it.

Jones must have found his sword
that Max buried in the desert

and is now using
it to kill people

in order to charge
himself back up.

Yeah, but why does
he need the sword?

Noah and Max seemed fine
to charge themselves up

just with their hands.

Well, Max said, last year,
when he held the sword,

it made him feel
charged and powerful.

Said he felt like an
extension of himself.

Plan needs to be
to separate Jones

and the sword immediately.

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

Do you remember
when I injected Noah

with the alien inhibitor?

Not only did it stop his powers

but his hold on Isobel.

Please tell me you made some.

I'm mixing up a batch right now.

Great.

Except, remember when
you injected Noah,

there was that terrible
three-minute window

before it kicked
in? Right, so...

I'm gonna microdose Jones.

If he tastes it, you're toast.

It is not perfect,
but it could work.

All I would need
is a great excuse

to drink with Jones.

Oh.

You ask and Gregory
Manes giveth.

Hmm.

He's holding a fundraiser today,

for Maria's medical bills, which
means you'll have cover to dose

Jones under the safety of a
hundred patrons while we can

find the sword. It's risky.

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

Okay. One more question
remains, though.

How are we gonna find Jones
to set this all in motion?

Miss Isobel. You
look stunning today.

Oh, you sweet, simple man.

So

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

He knows more
about that break-in

at his house, don't you think?

He's hiding something.

God, he made you look like a
ball-less bottle of weak sauce

in front of the
Roswell Regiment.

Wouldn't it feel so good

to drag him in
front of the sheriff

and prove that you were right?

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

Truthfully, your pond
is a shallow swim,

but... gee, you'd
really be my hero

if you and the boys in blue
club would go track down Max.

Don't let him out of your sight,

and let me know
when you find him.

Looking for someone?
Whoa. Jesus.

Ah, well, before
we go all the way to the boss,

uh, maybe I can help
you with something?

Yeah, where's Father Linus?
He usually bakes biscochitos.

Uh, he's down with the flu.

Uh, y'all are stuck with
apple fritters while he's out.

I haven't seen you
around, Father.

Ooh. No need for formalities.

You can just call me Dallas.

I usually work over at
the rez, but Father Linus

needed an assist, so...

Oh, wait.

I'm s... You want
to grab a seat?

I-I know you didn't just
come for the burnt coffee.

Oh, this isn't an N.A. thing.

Father Linus and I
talk about other stuff.

Okay. Let's talk, then.

I'm all ears.

Yeah, um...

I-I know that a big thing with
recovery is the evolution,

but the-the timing isn't great

for these discoveries.

You're wondering
if you should put

this evolution on hold

until your life
settles out a bit?

Yeah, but is that just running?

To ignore God's test

is to forsake who
God wants us to be.

So if you feel like
God is calling on you

to do more or be more,

I think that's worth a listen.

Something funny, Manes?

Uh, I'm just thinking
that I escaped the desert

of Afghanistan just to be killed
in one outside of Roswell.

You think I'm
going to shoot you?

It's not exactly
apple-picking season.

I didn't bring you here to die.

I brought you here

because you asked me for
the truth about Kyle.

I think it's time we talk.

Don't give
me that look, Lucky.

I just need one more volunteer,
and then I can break through

that troublesome woman's mind.

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

This time I'll make my own.

I don't know what I hit.

Well, you just bumped
into a little bit of fate.

Got everything you need
to make things right.

Tow truck's coming, old-timer.

What brings you out here, Pete?

When you missed
shifts, we got worried.

Turned your cruiser's
transponder on

and figured I'd make
sure my buddy was A-okay.

And that, that's the sheriff.

And if I'm being honest, Evans,

she's a bit mad you haven't
answered any of your radio calls

for the last 18 hours.

Well, my little boy
in blue found Jones.

Time to keep one another
from getting killed.

Should be a hell
of a fundraiser.

So did you do
this to him or not?

If I wanted either of
you dead, you would be.

So you can keep
accusing me of things,

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

Got for it.

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

I tracked the origin
of the signal to a home

owned by Max Evans.

There, I found three
men in alien masks

transferring items from a hole
in the desert into their car.

Is that where you got the
cut? Trying to stop them?

I had a choice.

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

All right, let's just say

that this is all on the level.

Why wouldn't you tell
me this last night?

I couldn't discuss
it at Deep Sky.

I was afraid the integrity

of what we do there
had been compromised.

Kyle was injected
with a drug so complex

only a handful of people
could have fabricated it.

I had to shore up that
my fears were just that.

What I don't get
is why you think

that somebody from
your organization

would target Kyle or Maria.

All I can think of

is it has to do with Max Evans.

Why would someone target Max?

You need me to say it out loud?

Fine.

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

I think it's time we talk
about the Lockhart Machine

and how

it ties back to the
events unfolding

since the UFO crash of '47.

Where's Jones?

Sheriff is questioning him.

A little heat from the fuzz

should make it harder for
him to commit any murders

and give him no excuse
to refuse our ploy.

I'm impressed.

Mm. Let's clink whiskeys

once we have consciously
uncoupled my family

from the walking body snatcher.

Agreed.

You're gonna have to temper your
nerves if we want to sell this.

I know. I know.

I can't stop thinking
about how it felt

to be trapped in a dark
prison when Noah was using me.

And thinking about Max

going through that
has just been hard.

Iz,

I never fail at the science.

And as soon as we
give this to Jones,

we'll get our Max back, okay?

Did you just say "our Max"?

Is it possible that
you still hold a candle

for my idiot brother?

Sorry.

I know this is not the time

and maybe you don't
know how you feel.

For the record,

Max held a Liz Ortecho
torch all of last year.

And, yeah, he was dying
from a failing heart,

but he was dying
of a broken heart.

Here we go.

You make a wrong turn somewhere?

No. I want to help
take down the ducker

who put Maria in a coma.

Um, points for pep,
but you should go

keep an eye on Pancake Papi.

Okay, remind me, who is
the one who figured out

that Jones was in Max's body?

Ultrasonic hearing
makes you a dolphin,

not an asset.

Swim along, Flipper.

Oh! Ow!

You did that on purpose.

Ah!

Oh, crap!

Can you seriously not hear that?

It's like a wind chime is
drunk-fighting a xylophone.

You don't just hear things.

Your ears are detecting

subatomic vibrational
frequencies.

All matter in the universe

emits signature
sound wavelengths:

Rocks, uh, wind,

fire, plants, even people.

Wait, is that how I was able

to find Maria in her memories?

Neuronal activity
produces brain waves

oscillating at a
high beta frequency.

Your noggin picked up on those.

That's how you found
her. But I wonder,

can you detect resting
frequency gradients?

I used to get high under the
bleachers during physics.

Can you explain that
last part to me?

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

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

How are you gonna do that?

Let's play hide-and-seek.

Okay, this would be a
hell of a lot easier

if you weren't staring at me.

Why does it matter?
Your eyes are closed.

Okay.

Okay.

Ugh, there's too much
noise to make anything out.

This is the same
problem I was having

when I was trying
to locate Maria.

Can you just, I don't
know, tap on the glass

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

Yeah, sure.

Maybe Jones won't mind doing
the same with his sword.

Look, dude, I am trying.

Okay? So maybe a
little less stage mom

and a little more Miyagi.

First time I moved
something with my mind,

I turned a foul ball
into a home run.

It changed my world, but it took

what felt like forever for
me to be able to do it again.

So you're telling
me that you cheated

and you won't even let me
know if I'm getting warmer?

The point is, I didn't give up.

You live and breathe
music, right?

Think about it like a song.

Forget the track as a whole.

Focus on the
individual elements.

Separate the bass,

drums, keys, guitar.

Break it down bit by bit.

Find what you need.

Okay, I hear, um...

A leaky faucet.

Fireplace.

Wind chimes.

The buzz of a lightbulb.

And...

There you go.

What's next? Tag?

Heads up, seven up.

Now we're gonna
use your alien ears

to fight Jones.

All right.

Thank you. See
the not-so-obvious

law bros are eyeing you.

It's frustrating. I answered
all their questions before

about the break-in and, uh,

somehow I'm on the
hot seat again.

Well, at least we have
some promising news

with the handprint
on Maria's head.

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

That depends.
What'd you find out?

That your DNA fused to
Maria's through the handprint.

I think that's how the
psychic connection works.

It's like a virus using
the host cell RNA to live.

Is it replicating, too?

I don't know.

Waiting for centrifuges to spin

and cultures to grow, you know.

Well, what can I
do to help Maria?

Right now, nothing.

I hit a dead end.

I'm sort of in a

forest-through-the-trees
mode, you know?

Well, Gregory Manes is throwing
a fundraiser for Maria.

Um, could be a good way to help

and blow off some steam

and break through
that science block.

Go with me?

Please. I could really
use some forgetting time.

Anything for DeLuca.

Couldn't agree more.

Um, I'm just so pleased to see

such a big crowd for
Maria DeLuca.

I know to some
she's a philosopher,

to some a psychic, and
to some she's family.

So I wanted to help her get well

so I can tell her that she makes

the best damn tequila
sunrise I've ever tasted...

And has the best damn smile

I've ever seen while making one.

So, in the
spirit of Maria's constant hustle

and love for music,

we're going to do
a live jukebox.

Uh, it's ten bucks a song

and I'm gonna kick it off
with a DeLuca favorite.

All right, take it away.

All right, I'll
get us some drinks.

DeLuca-Daiquiri or Maria-rita?

Uh, Maria-rita.

Surprise me.

I'll be right back.

Why is Rosa here?

I don't want her anywhere
near Jones, okay?

She already had to deal with...

Noah? Yes, I'm aware.

I'm sorry.

I know this has got
to be triggering.

It's fine. Thank you.

Just spike the
damn drink already.

We need to weaken
Jones before you decide

to revisit the crazy urge to
poke the science bear with him.

I couldn't just stop trying

to find a way to help
Maria. He'd know.

Even if you are
right, your probing

is probably going to clue him in

to the fact that
we are onto him.

You're right. This
isn't debate time.

It is stick to the plan time.

Okay.

Hey. Tell me you got something.

Yeah, confused.

Do you think you could
take Evil Vanilla

somewhere a little
quieter? Just...

There's a lot of noise
with everybody here.

I know it's not ideal today,

but I need you to strip
away all the sound.

I just don't understand
why I have to hear him.

I thought we were looking
for an alien glass sword.

I think the sword is made of

a mixture of alien
glass and Jones's DNA.

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

Yeah, it's just that there's a
lot of maybes in that sentence.

And I feel like I'm
the biggest one.

Yeah, okay.

Anything to help Maria. Yeah.

Yeah. Come on.

Let's give it another shot.

Sure makes a good
drink, though, huh?

To Maria. Cheers.

I picked up his signature.

It's-it's awful.

It sounds like

chaos and evil had a hate-baby.

Great. Sure.

I'll round up Iz.Okay.

The Lockhart Machine was
found hidden at Caulfield.

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

I had a spy on the inside.

My brother, Jim,

who smuggled it out.

Did he know what it did?

No.

But he believed it
was probably created

by one of the aliens.

I don't understand
how the aliens

could build it in captivity.

Well, all we know is what
the Caulfield files told us.

It was alien built

and there seems to be

an inherent risk
to working with it.

And as a result,

I lost one of my own men

to its study.

Wait... Trevor Gunther?

The boot-maker

that chased me
through a cornfield?

He worked on the
Lockhart machine?

Trevor worked in crypto-analysis
for the United Nations.

I recruited him,

but he soon became so
obsessed with the machine

he couldn't think
of anything else.

I assigned him a
different project,

but he returned
to it obsessively.

When he couldn't work anymore,

I gave him the best
medical care I could.

Bought him a farm to
tend to ease his mind.

But eventually Trevor lost
touch with the reasons

he wanted the answers
in the first place.

Took his own life.

So let me get this straight.

You let me work on
a machine that's

what, bleeding radiation?

I had every intention
of telling you.

But then, within a day's
time, you were making

discoveries that took
other people months.

How many days did it
take for Trevor Gunther

to go from code breaker
to axe murderer?

I didn't realize
what was happening

to him until it was too late.

I got my hands on the
Caulfield files and

that's when I learned
what your father had been

allowing to happen repeatedly.

And you lied just
like my father did.

You allowed the ends
to justify the means.

This is not what
I signed up for.

Let me show you one more thing.

You don't like what you hear,

you can walk away forever.

Are you trying to
get me drunk, Liz?

Just enjoying a little
forgetting time.

If I recall

you have another inspiration
that opens your mind.

Maybe you can find some

while you dance with
this stubborn cowboy?

I feel like I'm
picking up something here.

You're the alien
bloodhound... get to sniffing.

Is Liz gonna be okay
at the Pony by herself?

Yeah.

We grab the sword and get back.

Ah, this is near
where Deputy Pete

and the good 'ol boys
brigade spotted Jones.

Also near where the
astronomers' car was found.

You're up, Ortecho.

Focus.

Pick apart the frequency.

Listen for the right one.

Okay, we get it,
Obi-Wan Junkyardi.

Just chill. Alien
puberty's a bitch.

Oh, really? I didn't know that.

She needs someone to
guide her through it.

Yeah, not mansplain.

I think I'm helping more
than you. Oh, my God!

Can you guys please shut up?

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

Just stay there!

Okay...

Okay, stay cool.

Identify your surroundings.

I hear...

Telephone lines
buzzing...

Uh, coyote growling

cars
on a distant highway...

And...

The sword's that way.

You know, before
you left Roswell...

I practiced this song
for months on guitar.

I wanted to surprise you
on the Crashdown rooftop.

With candles, flowers.

But I guess I lost my nerve.

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

Yeah, I waited for the moment,

and it never came.

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

Why, after everything...

do we keep orbiting each other?

Let's get out of here.

Gregory has a big raffle
planned for Maria.

I know.

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

Maybe if you took a look at the
mark Jones left on my chest,

you could discover something.

You still got that expensive
tequila we bought together?

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

Uh, you start a fire.

I will mix the drinks.

You okay?

Yes.

Yeah, just

mixed feelings being
back in your house.

You know, our bottle of booze

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

I still have

the microscope you used when
you'd stay here to do work.

You kept my swabs?

And petri dishes.

And culture slides.

You sure do know
how to charm a girl.

Find me my microscope.

I'll finish our drinks.

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

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

Don't touch it. If you
don't have Jones's DNA,

it'll melt your skin right off.

Which is why I came prepared.

Oh, yeah!

Once I fill this bad boy
with quick-dry cement,

Jones's intergalactic appendage
will be out of commission.

Oh, my God.

Liz is at Max's
house with Jones.

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

Whoa, cool your jets, cowgirl.
You are skipping this rodeo.

No, you can't bench me.

Jones is powerful and dangerous.

Okay, but you've been
training, Isobel.

You beat Noah.

No, I didn't.

It took three of us
to slay that monster.

And Max was the one
who finished him off.

But you're right, I
have been training.

To protect the people I love.

Noah hurt us both.

And he is nothing
compared to Jones.

I'm not letting you
get hurt again, Rosa.

Trevor
Gunther did this.

I thought they were the
ravings of a madman,

until you found the same symbol

inside the Lockhartmachine.

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

I think it was trying
to talk to him.

And he became obsessed

with hearing what it
was trying to say.

Do you know how
insane that sounds?

I mean, it's a machine.

Made by aliens.

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

You think I should tap
one on the shoulder?

Ask them to step
inside the halls

of a clandestine company to...

I get it.

We know that the
aliens from the crash

of '47 weren't just refugees

but resistance to a war.

The alien that lit men
on fire wasn't either.

He was an enemy of
both them and us.

He was never caught.

Your father wondered
if there were more

like him hidden in the ranks.

My father was a
paranoid xenophobe.

He was.

So, what, did you pick me

to prove him wrong?

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

Alex, I have no interest
in who you love.

Only that I assume
there's a desire

to view life differently
because of it.

I understand your journey.

Undoing your father's
devastating work

is important to you.

I thought I could help
you accomplish that.

And I thought together

we might be able to make

all the suffering worth it.

This is the Caulfield file

I withheld from you.

Let me know what you decide.

Mm.

Mmm.

I mean, you've
always had a knack

for making something
strong, yet tasty.

My chemistry minor presents
itself in unusual ways.

Aren't you gonna examine me?

Of course.

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

Well, the night's still young.

Plenty of time for surprises.

See anything interesting?

Hmm, this microscope is too

weak to see any significant
inconsistencies in your cells.

But you did say Jones' cells
are like a virus, right?

Bonded to mine somehow?

Yes, but that's at the
micro-genetic level.

Human DNA only has two strands.

But... aliens have a third.

And you think this third
strand has something to do

with how the connections work?

According to my research,

it seems to act like
a bonding agent.

Can the connection be cut?

I don't think Jones wants

to severe his
connection with Maria.

Hmm.

What are you thinking
Jones is after?

Ultimately?

You.

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

I think in that
truth... hides a lie.

I just haven't found it yet.

But you asked if I could

cut connections.

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

Theoretically, I could

isolate one that
has the capability

to slice through them.

What about that, uh

that alien inhibitor
you used on Noah?

Would that work?

It's a good theory.

If only I had any left.

Hmm. Yeah.

Yeah, that is a predicament.

Well, I guess that just
leaves me with one question.

And what's that?

Should we drink to just
how clever you are?

Or what a shame it
is that your death

will give me the strength
to break into Maria's mind?

You know, I see
what Max saw in you.

You are brilliant,
and beautiful.

But like me, you, uh,

are always going to be intrigued
by something a little dangerous.

You're right about
the last part.

The antidote I dosed you with

will make you an ordinary man,

and I am going to put
an ordinary hole in you.

Oh, there's no way
you would hurt the man

you pretend not to care for.

Me, on the other hand,

I canhurt you.

Deputy Pete's right outside.

He'll respond to shots fired.

Well, then, I will jump
into his feeble mind

and tell him to go
park a few miles away.

As for the ruse that y'all
tried to set up today,

when I read such
anxiety in Isobel,

such anger in Michael

and such desperation from
you to get me to drink,

I became a tad bit suspicious.

Did you try to
drug me, Elizabeth?

Now, I may look
like Max, darling,

but I am something
else entirely.

I know you're in
there, Max Evans.

I need you to be
the stubborn cowboy

that forgoes all rationale
and fights for me.

It seems your Max has a
little less fight in him

than you hoped.

Well, that's not
the case for me.

Oh. Oh...

You seem to
be downing those, uh,

Roswell Rocket
sodas pretty hard.

Yeah, well, that's not
exactly the blood of Christ

in your hand.

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

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

You know, I thought
I kicked ass,

and in the end,
it didn't matter.

Uh-huh. That sucks.

Yeah.

You needed a win.

You know, God, he's

he's interesting
like that sometimes.

He doesn't just provide
you with answers,

you got to fight for them.

Yeah, I'm just

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

Well, I, uh, could
reference a pertinent verse

from the book of
Romans here, but, um,

I think the book of Biggie

might be better.

His song, uh, "Sky's the
Limit," I-I think it might have

some of the answers
you're looking for.

: Uh, where you going?

To the jukebox.

You think you can escape me?

Good night, Elizabeth.

Somebody left the fundraiser
without making a donation.

Be careful, it didn't work.

The inhibitor did nothing.

How is that possible?

No offense, Iz,

but I'm getting a little
tired of these chats.

Michael, don't!

Michael?

How are you able
to hold that thing?

I'm the Dictator's son.

You're his heir.

So that means you're...

You're my...

Hello, son.

Thank you for
bringing me my sword.

That's why the drug didn't work.

He's not an ordinary alien.

You're the Dictator.

Aren't you?

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

You really think the
little girl who was

so easily manipulated
by Noah Bracken...

One of the weakest
on our planet...

Stands any chance
against my power?

Sticks and stones.

Oh, that may have worked before,

but now, in this century,
what do you say, uh,

you're screwed.

See, this isn't just an
extension of my will,

this is a reservoir
for my power.

Turning three against one

into an army against three.

Really elevating to a new level

of supreme ass...

Sit down, and show some
respect for your father, son.

How many people did you
kill to get that power?

Well, start counting
the stars, darling.

I'll tell you when to stop.

Isobel!

Now what to do with you three?

You let us go.

Your arrogance does
not cover your cracks.

You need something from me.

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

And what makes you think
I need something from you?

You went through an awful
lot of trouble today

to get me behind a microscope.

You couldn't resist
testing what I know.

You need Max's body.

And if you're curious

about severing connections,

then I think you want to be more
than just a guest inside of it.

Maybe you're not as
smart as you think.

I'm as smart as
you are confident.

And I'm pretty confident
you've figured out

that there aren't a lot
of alien scientists.

You're gonna need me.

Maybe.

But I certainly don't
need to keep them alive

to make you do what I say.

It's gonna take more than
a spindly drug addict

with a pop gun to stop me.

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

I called
and told them the robbers

were back at Max's house,
so unless you think

you can take them all out
without making the local paper,

I think this is
where we part ways.

It's a shame.

Until next time.

Get down! Go, go, go.

We can't just let him get away.

Between the
burning car and cops,

I don't think we have a choice.

Let's see those hands!

Hands up!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

She's still here.

No.

He took the pod.

Sure you can't open your
eyes? Just for a sec?

Could really use one of those
fireside chats about now.

Damn.

"First activation,
March 11, 1969."

I told you I'd be back.

Where are you taking me?

Wherever the hell
I want you to go.

Oh, hey. Let me know if you
want the usual, Patricia.

What's the date?

March 11, 1969.

This seems to be a
very important day.

And now that we're
here together,

you're gonna show it to me.