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Roswell, New Mexico...

ROSA: I don't understand, Liz.

How did she even
end up in a coma?

She's in there somewhere.
I'm gonna find her.

You don't just hear things.

Your ears are detecting

subatomic vibrational
frequencies.

ISOBEL: 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?

Max said, when he
held the sword,

it made him feel
charged and powerful.

Michael, don't! How are you
able to hold that thing?

You're my... Hello, son.

I don't think Max is Max.

Because he's not.

He's Jones.

Where are you taking me?

(grunts)

(grunts, pants)

JONES: March 11, 1969.

What are you talking
about, Jones?

After a thorough read

of Tripp's journal and
files from Caulfield Prison,

I learned that an
Oasian I sought

was locked up there long ago.

And on this day,

March 11, 1969,

your grandmother, Patricia,

met that alien

within those torturous walls.

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

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

until she comes into possession

of a very important equation

on some alien glass.

I'm not helping you see...

It amuses me that you think you
have any control in the matter.

(chuckles) Do you
think you ended up

in this diner by accident?

I put you here.

Because Patricia started
her day in that stool,

sipping this cup of coffee.

I'll hold the line.

My friends will come get me out,

and then we'll kick
your alien ass...

Is this the same lot that
you put your faith in

to keep me from
tearing into your mind?

Now, I may be in control,

but I'm hoping this endeavor
can be a cordial one.

Cordial. Right.

I'd rather go down swinging.

(grunts)

(panting)

(snarls softly)

(panting)

Seeing that piece of glass

is the most
important thing to me

on this wretched planet.

So either walk Patricia's path

or I never let you wake up.

(breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

LIZ: This has to
work. (Doors open)

Well, Michael's
secured a work space,

and Isobel has used
her persuasive wiles

to nab a few

hard-to-acquire chemicals. Good.

Because the last cultures
I took from Maria showed

that Jones' invasive cells

are effectively consuming her.

Think sepsis then organ
failure then endocrine

then nervous system.

Meaning that her
ability to fight him off

just slows to a crawl. Mm-hmm.

Even if modern medicine stumbled

upon something that could help,

a glowing handprint

spiderwebbing across
her body... I mean,

it's gonna raise some eyebrows
we've been working hard

to keep unraised.

Yeah. And you can't exactly
perform alien science

under the nose of the hospital

or where Jones can find us.

(quietly): Like I said,

this has to work.

ALEX: Hi. Hi.

Transfer papers?
For a coma patient,

it's not something
we typically rush.

Well, the military hospital
is strategizing her care

as we speak.

I can get Dr. Holden
on the phone

if need be.

Jane Holden assigned
the transfer?

I see that you've had the
pleasure of meeting her.

Never in person, but

refusal to honor her requests

tends to make my week

far from easy.

Well, seeing that you're now
in control of how the rest

of both of our weeks go,

I really hope you'll sign.

DeLuca is cleared for transfer.

Thank you, ma'am.

Saved us both a hell
of a tongue-lashing.

(monitor beeping steadily)

Where'd you find this place?

(exhales) The owner is

a poker pal of Sanders.

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

You got all the bells and
whistles of a hospital

with none of the nosy staff.

All right, Ortecho,

you got it from here. I'm out.

Hey. Where you going?

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

I'm going to get us

some leverage in this
cosmic chess game.

You going after that sword, too?

Considering it makes him
pretty much unbeatable,

I think grabbing it
could be effective

in saving Maria and Max.

No, that sounds crazy dangerous.

Luckily, both are my specialty.

Let me know when you
got word on Maria.

ALEX: I got this.

(sighs)

Don't have time for the dance.

Well, I'm not here
to debate. Mm.

I'm here to inform.

(exhales)

We are working together today.

And that means we're
gonna be strategic.

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

And by "nobody," I mean you.

Mm. We're gonna work together?

Like the other day
at the radio tower?

I know I was right about
Kyle and the dead bats,

but you said it was all nothing.

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

And today I got to take
it from my Daddy Dictator.

I joined Deep Sky.

You joined the evil group
after Cameron's sister.

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

And my dad hated Deep Sky
because it stood for everything

that he didn't. Hmm.

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

But I got to find a
way to fight mine.

I joined Deep Sky
for you, Michael.

This world where you
don't live in fear

is not gonna build itself.

So I have to try.

For us.

I don't know what to say.

Well, you can start by saying

that if I help you
find your father,

that we do it my way.

All tactical. Not emotional.

I plan the mission
to extract Max's pod.

No sword.

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

A Post-it Note on the fridge

telling me to take it
easy. (Horse neighs)

Really?

I know, I know. I'm
sorry. I just...

I can't get distracted today.

Okay? You can sit this one out.

No. Look, after I was talking
to Michael about my new powers,

I kind of went down this
rabbit hole and I found out

that everything in
the entire world

has its own resonant
frequency, even cells.

No, I get that you want to help.

It's just there's nothing to
help with right now, okay?

ISOBEL: (exhales) Well,
I could use your help.

Want to ride shotgun?

Great. I'm in.

Uh, out. Uh, no, I'm in.

You made it very clear that
my brain has no place here.

And last time Maria was lost

in her own mind, I
was able to find her.

So maybe I can actually help.

That is true. Here, hold this.

(chuckles softly) What is this,

more of your mom's weird,
mystical crystal crap?

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

It's kind of a long
story, but, basically,

it boosts our abilities,
so hold on tight.

(rapid beeping)

I'm guessing that's not good.

Her body temperature's
dropped two degrees

in the last ten minutes.

Means we have less
time than we thought.

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

It's all new territory.

What happens if she
dies while we're inside?

If her brain stops functioning
and you're still attached,

evidence suggests that
you would die, too.

ROSA: We'd better get going.

♪ ♪

(groans)

(exhales, sniffs)

(gasps, exhales) Maria.

Come on. Maria. (Exhales)

(ice pick clangs)

Oh. (Chuckles)

Aw. (Chuckles)

(exhales) Aw.

(breathing heavily)

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

(exhales)

All right, here's the plan.

You're gonna pick
an obscure memory.

We're gonna hunker down in it
until Liz finds a way to sever

the bond between you and Jones
and springs us out of here.

I don't want to hide. I need
to follow Patricia's footsteps

to Caulfield.

What is a Caulfield?

Try a max security prison

run by the Manes family

where they tortured and
experimented on innocent aliens.

And if that's not
podcast-creepy enough,

their side project
was experimenting

on people of color.

And the alien chemicals
that they used

on my grandmother caused the
brain degeneration problems

that have now plagued
the DeLuca line.

If Jones is so powerful,

why does he need you
to get what he wants?

Navigating memories
isn't an exact science.

He'd have to sort through, what,
four generations of thoughts,

all piled up, one
on top of another.

It would be like browsing the
Web without a search engine.

So I'm Google Maps for Diet
Thanos. Which is probably why

he's drawing a straight
line to where he wants to go

from a place he's
already figured out.

What does he want,
exactly? A piece

of alien glass with
an equation on it.

Equation. Mm-hmm.

Like for genetics, maybe?

Because Liz has
been circling this

scientific bond that
Jones wants to cut.

Wait, so if Jones is convinced
that this alien glass

is the key to his salvation,

then maybe it's just what
we need to destroy him.

Forget running a memory maze
with Jones as the Minotaur.

I mean, riding
with Patricia means

experiencing those memories,

watching her get
experimented on.

Discovering who
Patricia met on this day

and stopping a murderous
psycho of the present

outweighs any past
trauma I have to relive.

Well, one thing's for sure.

You're not going into
hell alone. Yeah.

♪ ♪

The nanoblades will now
be combined with the

newly modified alien
serum and infiltrate

the Jones-Maria cell
cluster for a, uh,

cellular separation test.

(exhales) If successful,

I will advance to
treating the patient.

(beeps off)

And if not,

the three women I love die.

Come on, come on. Do
something. (Exhales)

Move.

(neighing)

(chuckles, gasps)

(squeals) Yes! (Gasps)

(neighs)

Now I just need to synthesize
a safe amount for a microdose

and inject it into Maria's IV.

ISOBEL: Well, if they were
going for dystopian hellhole,

they really nailed it.

(gasps) Someone's coming.

Oh, no, you don't
have to do that.

It's, uh... This is a
rerun. It's not live TV.

It's like, uh...

It's like A Christmas
Carol. (chuckles)

Okay, do you really
think sophomore-year me

read that book?

Think Dumbledore's Pensieve.

Okay, so we're just
observers of the memory.

Other people can't
see us. Mm-hmm.

Right. Well... (inhales)

Now that we've got the Potter
rules of the mindscape,

what do we do?

We keep walking Patricia's path.

Find the alien she met this day.

ISOBEL: And stay alert.

'Cause if we're observers
here, then Jones can be, too.

Are those the people of
color you were talking about?

Yep, and they have no idea

they're walking to
their own demise.

ROSA: Hey.

If I was looking for aliens,

I'd think restricted area.

Will you be joining
us today, Patricia?

Remember, in the mindscape,
you appear as Patricia.

He probably recognizes
you from that

phenomenal vintage getup. Oh.

I'll see you inside.

Okay,

I say we skip the torture
of the underprivileged.

What do you think? Agreed.

Let's try this way.

Will you be joining
us today, Patricia?

This again? What
is this, Jumanji?

I'll see you inside.

This is how memory works.

If we want to learn
what Patricia did,

we have to follow
in her footsteps,

experience the day like she did.

If Patricia can do it,

so can I.

Here goes nothing.

(exhales)

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

God. (Inhales sharply)

(exhales) The cells are
fusing back together

and they're multiplying.

If the patient's
temperature drops any lower,

it'll lead to brain damage and

eventual cardiac
arrest. (shudders)

Please tell me you remembered
to put fresh batteries

in the tracker you
put on Max's Jeep.

Uh-huh. Jones must have
found and fried the tracker

I placed on his car.

Last point before it clicked off

was just after he headed in.

I'm tracking the camera system

that tracks wildlife,
weather and tourist stops

while writing a program
to capture Max's plate

to narrow down our
hunt for Jones.

All right, based
on this footage,

I'm gonna say that he is
either in the old barn

or the fish warehouse.

So, which is it?

Heads or fish tails?

Hey, Miss Patricia.

I thought I'd bring
my wife this time.

Oh, Freddie's been coughing
real bad for months.

Wasn't until Doc
came to our church,

told us the coughing's

due to the bad blood,
that we signed up.

Okay, I'm not a doctor,

but "bad blood"? That
can't be a thing, right?

Best part is, it's free.

Patricia,

what are you doing?

Get over here.

What are you waiting for?

You can administer the
first shot to Freddie.

ROSA (quietly): Oh, my God.

This can't be true. (Inhales)

Patricia wasn't the victim
of these experiments.

She was a facilitator of them.

(shudders)

She doesn't have to do this.

Yeah. She does.

If we want to find
out what happens next.

(quietly): Oh, God.

Got to find a way to
raise Maria's temperature.

(clinking)

Okay. Perdón, amigo.

I got to commandeer your kicks.

♪ ♪

(grunts)

♪ ♪

(exhales)

(exhales)

Okay.

Stabilized your vitals.

(sighs) Now I just got to figure
out a way to save your life.

(exhales) Hey.

(gasps) Oh, geez.

I thought you were Jones.

Do you think he's close?

Yeah.

I can feel him.

You know, as someone
who has gone...

Queen's Gambit with this guy,

I can't help but feel
like there's something

we are missing here.

Why he wants that glass.

I don't know.

There are monsters
in every shadow

waiting to prey on the weak.

It's beyond atrocious

that Caulfield existed
in the first place.

But I've got to believe
that monsters can be killed.

Yeah.

Sometimes they win.

I mean, what Maria
is doing in there

is... so brave.

What is the line between
brave and reckless?

Maybe it would be better
if we were hiding.

Except that everything
you hide from

catches up to you eventually.

I mean, look, if
Maria wanted to run,

of course I would understand.

But...

I'm so glad she chose to fight.

You know, I didn't know that

that ten-year pod soak
came with a Yoda setting.

(chuckles softly)

It's my N.A. theories.
They help, but

still, I have what Father Linus
calls situational strength.

What's that?

It means that I'm
strong depending on who

or what I'm facing.

Like this morning
with Liz, I just

reverted right back
to old patterns,

telling myself that
she's the sure-footed one

and I'm the screwup. Yeah.

Well, our dragons
tend to be personal.

That's what makes
them our dragons.

In N.A., they say that we
tend to make them bigger

than they are. But...

I don't know. I just want
Liz to see me as an equal.

You know, Rosa,

I don't think that's
your hurdle to get over.

I think the same
is true for you.

♪ ♪

Don't let Jones carve your path.

I mean

this mindscape stuff,
it's always been your jam.

(door opens)

Oh.

Come on. Come on.

(exhales)

Oh, and thank you for prepping
all those vials, Patricia.

We treated a record
number of volunteers

this week thanks
to your commitment

to the project.

(shuddering) (door opens)

(exhales, sniffles)

Everything I thought
I knew about Patricia

was a lie. (Inhales)

I thought we were good people,

and now I don't know who we are.

Who I am.

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

There's no shame in that. Look,

I think we have to see
this through. I do.

I literally wouldn't be here
if some people hadn't turned

the page, so... You're right.

This is bigger than
me or Patricia.

(door opens)

Patricia, it's time.

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

Room B, sublevel
2. But be quick.

Doc finds you,
you're on your own.

Thank you.

You can thank me with
ten silver crosses,

just like we planned.

(door opens)

Maybe this is it.

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

So we're doing this?

(inhales) We're doing it.

(monitor beeping steadily)

(chuckles softly)

I've tried every chemical
combo I can think of,

and nothing is working.

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

It's... (chuckling softly)

(sighs)

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

And I told you the first,
because I was too afraid

to admit the second.

(exhales)

I've been listening to Kyle.

But I realized, like, I don't

just run from things.

I run to them,

like

the sheer velocity of my running
can will something into being.

And it works enough of the time
to let me keep lying to myself.

And now everyone I
love is gonna die

because I lie to myself that
being the smartest person

in the room can be enough.

(groans loudly)

(breathing heavily)

(clang) (horse neighs)

(horse snorts)

(sputtering) (exhales)
Sorry. Sorry.

Probably did not feel
good on the ears.

Sound moved... you.

Sounds move things.

Sounds

are vibrations.

♪ ♪

(click, soft whirring)

Sound is making
Jones' cells vibrate.

Damn, Rosa.

You were onto something.

(chuckles softly)

(creaking)

ISOBEL: It's Nora.

Michael's mom?

NORA: Still can't get over how
much I see Louise in your eyes.

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

Y-You could say that. Yeah.

I know you want to save
as many as you can,

but if you keep swapping out
test serum with placebos,

they will find
out and catch you.

I knew your grandma
was Team Badass.

I understand. My kind are
being experimented on, too.

But thanks to you,
I'm one step closer.

You followed the schematics
exactly to make the machine?

Good. As soon as the
final piece is in,

I need you to smuggle
the machine back out.

I'm ready for the final piece.

If only it were mine to give.

One of my kind, Theo,

he has critical
information for the device.

Theo was the scientist that
Jones forced to make clones.

He's the third
member of my triad.

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

He's the only one left
to continue his reign.

Which caused a
problem with the boy

that still needs to be mended.

You mean genetically. What
was the problem with Max?

The-the child?

They must not have discussed it.

Great. More Jumanji.

The science to fix this,

to end this fight,
to save our home

is in Theo's mind.

You must find him.

Give him the Oasian glass.

What Oasian glass?

The men here hurt me until
I made some. It's blank.

But when Theo's done with it,

it'll be the final piece needed

for the machine to be activated

to make contact.

Y-You mean contact with
the other Oasians, like a

telephone?

In a way, but also,

so much more. (Inhales)

Just because we have
Jones contained for now

doesn't erase the threat.

This information can never
make it into his hands.

I won't let you down.

Plan's solid.

But let's say

an unforeseen opportunity
presented itself.

Stay the course.

If things go sideways,

we leave empty-handed, but

at least we'll have
our lives. Yeah.

Just a suggestion
for an alt, though...

No. This is where you need

to stay on mission.

The pod is the
number one priority.

Okay.

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

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

Sorry.

I don't mean to step on
your... MacArthur moment,

but even he knew the value
of a contingency plan.

That's all I'm trying... Hey.

(scoffs)

(exhales)

(exhales)

(sniffs)

In Iraq,

there was this

little boy named Omar.

We would trade eggs
for chocolate bars.

And he, uh

he would act out scenes
from any James Bond movie.

(chuckles softly)

He was this piece of

normalcy for me
in the maelstrom.

This one day,

I was gonna surprise him
with a stack of chocolates

and some black market Bond DVDs.

Then I saw his body on
the corner. (Exhales)

The corner where we
would always talk.

The only crime he ever
committed was being my friend.

So when a mission came up to, uh

to take out the Taliban
captain who was responsible,

my buddy and I jumped on it.

(sniffs)

I killed him.

(exhales)

But, in the moment of truth,

I deemed that that
wasn't enough.

My buddy wanted to fall back.

I convinced him to

push further into their lair.

We did not stay on mission.

We got completely overwhelmed.

And I caught a-a bullet
where my leg used to be.

Next day I found
out that the SEALs

had a plan to go
wipe them all out.

But, because of me,
they had scattered away.

I let my emotions
cloud my judgment.

(inhales)

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

You're... You are the one piece

that I cannot go
through life without.

♪ ♪

Treatment objective
is to generate

the right sound frequency
to separate Jones' cells

from Maria.

The parameters of the
desired frequency are narrow.

If the frequency is
too high or too low,

it could rupture
and kill both cells,

causing a chain reaction,

killing Maria and
everybody inside her mind.

(exhales) Okay.

This is why I am
conducting a test

using cells I scraped from
the handprint on Maria's head

left by Jones.

(beeps)

Okay.

(beeping)

(trilling) (neighing)

(high-pitched ringing) (exhales)

It's working.

(beeping)

ISOBEL: Rosa? Hey, you okay?

What-what do you hear? (Exhales)

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

with the frequency
outside of Maria's body.

My gosh,

I bet Liz is doing
something to try to help.

Oh. I got to go
help her. No, Rosa,

we need you here. No, you don't.

This is your mind palace,
Iz. Remember that.

(sniffles)

I'll see you on the outside.

(inhales)

♪ ♪

(groans softly, grunts)

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What happened? Are you okay?

Well

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

(creaking)

MARIA: Oh, my God. Theo's dead.

Uh, you were saying about
there being no more twists?

(exhales)

Did you call me? No, but I am

so glad you're here.

Okay, the ultrasound machine

that you were hearing...

Your line of thinking
earlier, it was right.

I'm sorry that I

shut you down.

It's... alien water
under the alien bridge.

(chuckles)

Need a lab assistant?

Actually, I need you
to be my lab equipment.

It's a line of questions.

Theo was being tortured,

and he didn't talk.

Well, with his stoic silence,

he didn't exactly tell us what
to do with this glass, either.

All right, let me see this.

There's no swirling
symbols on it.

Usually, when I touch the
glass that Michael has,

it-it lights up.

It starts to shimmer and move.

So you're saying this one is

empty? I don't know.

Michael always says that
alien glass is part tech

and part genetics.

Do you remember at the
county fair last year,

when Max touched that
console, he-he got

information about Jones.

Theo has a symbol on his head.

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

What if this interacts

because it holds information,
like a thumb drive?

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

maybe... Yeah.

(buzzing)

♪ I don't want to
set the world ♪

♪ On fire... ♪

(grunts): Okay. You were right

about vibrations and resonant
frequency being the answer.

No way. Shut up. Okay. So,
because of what you said,

I thought about this
study that I read

where sound waves
were used on tumors.

Then I found this
research explaining

how sound frequency
can break plaque bonds

in Alzheimer's patients.

Impressive. But in
terms of Maria...

I have MacGyver'd an ultrasound
machine to be more powerful.

But I'm not able to
measure frequency.

It's sort of like
souping up a hot rod

and then driving it
without a speedometer.

So you need my subatomic
vibrational frequency

to be your speedometer? Yes.

I need you

to listen to the
resonant frequency

of the alien cells in Jones' DNA

and tell me when they match

with the ultrasound
machine. And then what?

I could chalkboard out the
science, but, essentially,

we're gonna try to
break Jones' cells

like an opera
singer does a glass.

Without accidentally shattering
Maria's cells. Right.

Who says science isn't exciting?

(door opens)

♪ ♪

(high-pitched ringing)

(exhales)

(sniffs)

(sniffles)

I think it's finished.

JONES: It is.

I knew I felt you
lurking in the shadows.

Why wait to pounce?

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

No. He couldn't.

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

In order to find what he wanted,

he had to let you
walk in her footsteps.

You needed my eyes to see.

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

of your grandmother.

Her sense of honor

would be your siren song.

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

and let your ill-fated
good nature do the rest.

Besides,

why fight

when I can just stroll
up and see all this?

Why is this science
so important to you?

What does it have
to do with Max?

Back on our home world,

there were a lot of Maxes.

The model you have
shouldn't even exist.

Which makes him all
the more a miracle.

Unlike the others,

he's more than just
a vessel for me.

It is...

(inhales)

(exhales) It's a little tight,

but, uh

they definitely saved
the best for last.

You said the Dictator
was immortal.

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

Until your mother's triad
slaughtered all of them

and destroyed the science
I needed to generate more.

But

soon, such hurdles will
all be a moot point.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(panting)

(grunts)

(groaning) (panting)

ISOBEL: Keep the glass, Maria.

I got Jones. (Jones groans)

(grunting)

Want to play mind
games? Let's go!

(grunting)

(groans, gasps, coughing)

(groaning)

Time to get back
to that equation.

I don't think so.

(grunting)

(whirring)

(groans) What happened?
Is it not strong enough?

I tried to make it more...
No. It's on steroids.

Are you kidding? You crushed it.

I'd say it's maybe an
octave and a half off.

Lower.

♪ ♪

(high-pitched ringing)

It's hard for me to be able to
keep up to, process and gauge it

at the same time.
I wish we had...

Isobel's turquoise.

She uses it to boost her
powers. We can use it now to...

Amplify your super hearing. Yes.

It'll make you more
precise. Here. Okay.

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

(gasps, pants)
Patricia. I found out

you've been swapping
the experimental drug

for placebos!

(yelps, panting)

DOCTOR: We know

about what you've been doing

with Nora and the
machine as well.

You are gonna pay

for the damage you've done.

(pants)

(high-pitched ringing)

(grunting)

(whirring)

(horse neighing)

I'm gonna fix you up

with a nice, potent double dose.

We'll observe you closely

and see what data in the
name of science we can gain,

considering how much
data you cost us.

You have a lot to learn.

Where are you going?!

(grunting)

(rattling)

♪ ♪

(grunting)

(weakly): You can't

stop their plan,

Dr. Lockhart.

Well, the truth is, Patricia,

I already have.

(grunting)

Slow and steady, sis.

So this is what you've
been hiding from me

all these months.

Do you really think
this can stop me?

(grunts)

Oh.

Stopping you was never the plan.

What happens if I turn it on?

(whirring)

(rattling)

So, then the battle was for...

Time.

Which, by the looks of things,

you're out of.

(groaning softly)

♪ ♪

(exhales)

(grunts)

♪ ♪

Whew! Kept to the plan!
All right, let's celebrate

at the bottom of the
mountain, Guerin. Oh, yeah.

(engine revs)

Come on. (Revving)

(high-pitched ringing)

Okay, I'm open to
that contingency plan.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Good, good.

(exhales)

Let us go!

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

What are you talking about?

When I healed Max's body,

we traded places.

So now Max is in my body,

and I'm in his.
(chuckles softly)

Though it's all
the same, really.

(growls softly)

Our cells are
psychically linked.

You have your mother to thank

for that, actually.
You're lying!

Am I?

Do you have the
strength to find out?

Just put the gun down.
(chuckles softly)

Hear the whole story
from your father's mouth.

(engine revving)

(groaning)

Get in! Let's go!

Go, go, go, go, go!
(door opens, closes)

(engine revving)

(grunts)

(tires screech)

ROSA: (sighs) We
needed this win,

hermana. (Chuckles) Yes, we did.

And I needed a lesson that you
were kind enough to teach me.

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

I let my ego and
narrow-mindedness get in the way

of considering all options.

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

Hmm.

You know, I think we
make a pretty good team.

And as I learn about

myself and all
this... (chuckles)

I'm really gonna need you.

I've actually had some
dreams percolating lately.

But...

I think, for now, we
should just hug it out

and go celebrate with Maria.

(whoops) We doing
shots or what, guys?

Heck yes! (Chuckles): Hey.

Hey. Mmm.

Mmm, mmm. I'm on the
slow train today,

but I can sip on another beer.

We are glad to have
you back, DeLuca.

ALEX: Move it.

You're not the only one
who wants to welcome

our heroine home. (Chuckling)

Hey. (Grunts) We all knew that
you were fighting in there.

Mm. Thankfully, I was
not fighting alone.

I had my sisters with me.

And Patricia.

And your mom, Guerin.

I didn't get a lot
of time with her,

but, from what I saw,
she was a genius.

And a fighter.

Patricia and Nora were
working on a machine together,

till they were caught by some
creepy doctor named Lockhart.

A machine?

Yeah.

Well, what does it do?

♪ Natural high ♪

♪ High. ♪

I can't get over Maria's story.

My mom's part in it all.
She was magnificent.

Mm. What was it Maria said,
that she was a genius?

And a fighter? Yeah. Mm.

Maybe, uh, Nora is the block
that you're a chip off of

and not Jones.

Hmm.

Maybe she is.

I just can't believe I've
been spending my whole life

trying to find a
way to call aliens,

and my mom already built one.

I've seen it, actually.

The Lockhart Machine.

Now I know why it's named that.

At Deep Sky?

Which means, despite
how much you want to

you can't show it to me.

Well, you know what, I'm
gonna talk to my boss Eduardo

about working on it together.

♪ To you... ♪

I completely get

the literal
definition of an alien

might not get clearance to
tap it with a screwdriver.

(chuckles) I got to admit, I'm
surprised to hear you say that.

♪ Anybody feels... ♪

One mission at a time, right?

You know what, though? If it, uh

if it makes all the suffering
from the crash in '47 worth it

and it helps Max in the process,

then I will tell you everything
that I know about it.

Okay.

♪ 'Cause maybe ♪

I'm looking forward to it.

Okay.

♪ You're gonna be the one ♪

♪ That saves me ♪

But I'm confused, though.

What is the mission you're
working on right now?

♪ And after all... ♪

♪ You're my wonderwall... ♪

(exhales)

(chuckles)

We come from badass stock, babe.

Clearly.

♪ That the fire in
your heart is out ♪

Thank you.

♪ I'm sure... ♪

That's what family does.

♪ All before, but you
never really had ♪

(phone buzzing)

♪ A doubt... ♪

Okay. For real,

this man has been a saint,

and you should take that call.

♪ Feels the way I do... ♪

Hello, Gregory Manes.

♪ And all the roads ♪

♪ We have to walk are winding ♪

♪ Are winding ♪

♪ And all the lights ♪

♪ That lead us there ♪

♪ Are blinding... ♪

Hey, girl. Hey.

I brought you a little, um...

Châteauneuf-du-Pape

to go with that science.

I'm okay.

My brain is, like, racing

and stuck at the same time.

The signs were all there.

Jones's interest in severing
his connection with Max.

Cloning. Frequency.

We have a lot of work to do.

Mm-hmm.

But... thanks to what we
learned in the mindscape,

we also know exactly
where to start.

So I say just take a
breath for a second.

Mm-hmm. Because that
pod is hidden, right?

So what if you give
that big brain of yours

just a little bit of a break

before you start again?

Can I force one on you?

(chuckles)

Because I, for one,
would like to recognize

(pouring) just how happy I am

that you are back
in Roswell for good.

Okay, a moment.

'Cause I'm glad, too.

(chuckles softly)

All right. (Exhales)

I'm gonna drink this wine. Mm.

I'm gonna hug Maria
DeLuca till it hurts.

Yes.

And then I'm gonna
do what I always do.

Save Max Evans.

♪ And after all ♪

♪ You're my wonderwall ♪

♪ And after all ♪

♪ You're my wonderwall. ♪

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