All language subtitles for Roswell New Mexico S03E11

Previously
onRoswell, New Mexico...

Hello, my son. There is a chance
that someone will come for you.

He will be looking
for my equation,

which is being embedded into
your consciousness as we speak.

The equation is the framework

for the chemical weapon
that will decouple the dictator

from all his vessels
permanently.

I got a bit more from my father

in terms of a way
to stop the dictator.

He told me that
if we can't separate

the clone from his destiny,

the responsibility
falls to me to kill him.

Whoever gets the science first

controls whose body
Max stays in.

If he solves this equation
before Michael

is able to get it out
of the machine,

then Jones'll be able to stay
in your body permanently.

It makes sense he'd
go after your lab partner

and try to make a deal...
The next best thing to you,

especially
with all your research.

You need Max's body.

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.

There aren't a lot
of alien scientists.

You're gonna need me.

Jones.

Freeze!

The four of us
are going for a drive.

♪ So close, no matter how far

♪ Couldn't be much more
from the heart ♪

♪ Forever trusting who we are

♪ And nothing else matters

♪ I know

♪ I know...

Good morning.

What do you want, Jones?

Your help.

I would appreciate it

if you would hear me out

while weighing the benefits
of a collaboration.

You mean you're gonna hurt me

until I do what you want.

Quite the contrary.

♪ Couldn't be much more
from the heart... ♪

I'd like to invite you
to brunch.

♪ Who we are

♪ No, nothing else

♪ Matters.

I trust you're smart enough

to have followed
Liz's instructions precisely.

Look, I did the best I could,

but if you would just
let me talk to her...

She's currently predisposed.

Well, I'm not doing
anything else,

unless you prove to me
that she's... Relax.

She's in no danger.
I really should get back.

My advice: give it your all.

You have no way to escape,

no way to contact
the outside world.

Your best chance of survival

is to impress me.

You want to be impressed,

give me Liz's alien spores.

Reading her notes,

frequency will untether you,
but for the procedure to stick,

we need to permanently block
the bond between you and Max.

Essentially, your DNA is built
to want to stay connected.

But Liz had a theory about
those spores being used

to regenerate lost
brain tissue in Maria.

Now, I'm betting
that the same approach

can be augmented to trick the
body into bonding with itself,

satisfying your DNA's craving

to puzzle-piece to Max's
and vice-versa.

Which brings me to the next
speed bump we need to discuss.

What do you perceive
is a problem?

Not having
the complete chemical equation

to lay out exactly how
to create this block

between you two. You have enough to start.

It's hours' worth of work,

sure... Then you'll get the rest of it.

You made it perfectly clear
that my performance is key to...

breathing.

So I'm just trying

to do this right for you.

You are smart enough

to know what happens if you
deviate from our agreement.

Pretty sure I can guess.

Testing. Testing.

Take that, shop class.

I'm so glad you could join me.

You said Heath would lose
a finger if I didn't.

To be fair,
he does have nine others.

Please.

Sit.

I find it hard to believe
you're not hungry.

I'm more concerned
with Sheriff Taylor.

You made her put a bullet

in her leg, and I am concerned

that she's bled out. She hasn't.

In fact, I've given her
some of the same meal

that I've prepared for you
that I think you would enjoy.

If you want me to eat so
badly, why don't you just

jump in my head and make me?

In fact, why don't you
just take from my head

whatever science it is you need

that you're clearly gonna
try to force me to do? The truth is

I need access to that
which I can't control.

Your creativity.

It is that creativity

I've come to believe
that, together,

we could use to save
not one world...

but two.

Now, I know you're upset
about the whole Max thing,

and if you
would just hear me out,

I think you'd realize
that we can save him, too.

We can end
all this fighting today.

And I think that is
something worth discussing.

Really dropped some White Album
level twists on me here.

Trying to figure out
how you and this whole...

alien thing fit together.

I need some help, though.

A clue, a sign, anything.

I don't need a whole flood,
just a gust of wind.

Just push me in the right
direction, Lord, please.

Mysterious phone call.

Received.

Tell them what you told me.

Heath covertly built
this CB transmitter

during some science project
Jones is forcing him to do.

He used it to send a coded
message to this camp counselor

we used to have at Mesa Pines.

He's deep in the ham/CB scene.
Don't ask.

So the camp counselor called me,

and I cracked the message,
and it said this:

Liz, the sheriff and Heath...
They're all being held captive

at some mansion
on Eagle Ridge Drive.

Wait a second,
I know this house.

I, uh, hosted a charity
fundraiser here a few years ago.

The main entrance is here,

and there are side entrances
here and here.

Great. So if we approach
the house from this side,

then we'll have a little bit of
cover, and we got a good angle

on both those doors. You're not planning
on going into the house, are you?

I'm a cop.

With a dictator doppelgaänger.

You heard the rest of the
newbie alien's message.

Heath is planning on tweaking
the genetics on the sly

and swapping you

and evil you back. She always this direct?

Yes. Look, just because

I'm not sugarcoating it
doesn't make me wrong.

Which means,
if you come with us...

You could wind up
my nightmare dad at any moment.

Great.

I will hang out on the bench.

You can sulk in
the honeycomb cage.

Look, if Liz's ex-lab partner

is successful,
then we get you back

and Jones locked away
all in one swoop. So while I

twiddle my thumbs in a cage,

y'all still have to figure out

how to outsmart Jones.

You know, Michael,
I've been thinking.

Maybe, as his son,

you have an ability that
could help even the odds.

What are you getting at, Iz?

Maybe you jump
into the sheriff's head

and get her to free them all.

Besides registering a ten
on the creepy scale,

no, I can't do that.

I got his brown eyes,
but body snatching is recessive. Okay,

what about your mom's sword?

Did you find it? Not exactly,

but I did go on an
exploratory drive the other day,

and I picked up a frequency,

and it was a lot like yours
near the Long Farm.

With that sword, your mom
was able to stand her ground

against Jones. we need to get
our hands on that weapon. MICHAEL: Agreed.

And I been thinking, since we
can't bring the cage with us...

Right, 'cause
I'll be sitting in it.

I could fashion
a pair of handcuffs.

They could be used
to disable Jones' abilities.

That's good.

I guess that leaves me

to go secure Max.

And then I'll hightail back here

and keep transcribing
the, uh, equation

Daddy dropped in my head. Considering it's
the only thing

keeping, uh,
Max and Diet Max tethered.

Yeah. We got to keep you as
far away from Jones as possible.

I've had a lot of time
to think about my path.

My missteps.

And I've come to realize
that this body

must be my last.

You mean Max's.

Stay with me here.

I believe we
can significantly advance

your existing research into
the manipulation of telomeres.

That is the part of Max's DNA

that I believe Nora targeted
in order to graft

his life force onto mine.

My work is still theoretical. I have

scientific knowledge
of an advanced alien society

that you could
never even dream of.

And once our collaboration
is complete,

I will leave this planet,
peacefully.

You can use that research
to save Max,

and, at the end of the day,

do something good
for this world.

Or you could give
Max his body back

and, as a bonus, I will amend
your body's genetics.

This skin suit is
the best leverage I have.

And I believe

advancing your science
by at least a century

is a fair trade.

I have no reason to trust you.

The truth isn't always pretty.

But at the end of the day,
it is the truth.

See, I think you and I are more
alike than you want to believe.

You're also an up-and-coming
Latino scientist from Roswell?

By the time I was born,

my planet's future was bleak.

It was dying.

It needed healing.

So I decided to do

what no one else
had the strength to do.

I made the tough choice
that people like us

are strong enough to make.

I became its savior.

How does one...

go about saving
a whole planet, exactly?

Well, as I'm sure
you've realized,

being extraordinary
comes at a cost.

It is our burden
to make the hard choices,

the ones that save
the most lives while causing

the least suffering.

Making these decisions
requires something rare.

It requires... vision

and the knowledge that...

suffering can never
be avoided completely.

What did you do?

I realized...

that there was
no fixing our world.

If we wanted

to have a future...

we had to start anew.

I'd say Jones is a psychopath,

but that would be a
huge understatement.

Do you have any idea
what he's really capable of? I do.

A crazy alien machine just
dumped my dead dad's memories

in my head, okay?

I'm not saying the guy was
handing out free ice cream.

What I am saying: we got to
give Heath's plan a chance.

Do you seriously trust Heath
to take on the monster

that's always
three steps ahead of us?

You know, sometimes hope
blossoms out of darkness.

How can you be so calm
right now?

Didn't your dad just give you
a highlight reel

of the hell that Jones caused...

I'm not gonna lie, Dep,
the whole thing spun me

like one of my 45 vinyls.

Every time around,
I got more questions.

Who am I? You know,
what do I believe now?

I've been praying for guidance.

So you revert to faith.

I'll stick to facts.

Okay, you may have gotten
a glimpse of what Jones is,

but I am living it.

He's wearing my face,
wearing my uniform,

luring people in to hurt them.

And now, if I'm
the other side of this coin,

doesn't that implicitly make me
my brother's keeper?

What are you getting at?

The science that
your dad helped create.

It says that

if I die,
Jones dies, too, right?

Yeah. I don't want to,

but it's got to be a sin

to not act when I know
I could save millions of lives,

or, at the very least, make sure
the people I love are safe.

Uh...

Yeah.

Yeah, you know, honestly,
my dad thought that

that might be the only option.

That's why he tasked me
with a difficult choice.

And what's that?

I wasn't talking to God
about my faith.

I was praying on how my dad

entrusted me to kill you,
if need be,

to save two worlds.

Anything?

It's faint, and it's not exactly
the same as your sound, but...

there's something coming
from over there.

Hey, are you sure
you're comfortable with this?

I know the Hat-Longs
aren't exactly friends

with the Ortech-coys. No, I'm fine.

Rosa?

What are you keeping from me?

Nothing. I'm just trying not
to step on any cow pies.

Did you know that I have

this new ability where I can...

sense someone's emotions?

Stop. Okay, you did not tell me
that you got mood ring powers.

Well, I've been a little busy
with an alien overlord.

Mm-hmm. But seriously,

what's with the conflicting
vibes, Rosalinda?

Rosalinda
might have accidentally

buetiricalled Wyatt Long
and made him

forget his racism, along with

all the rest of who
he knew himself to be.

What?! You didn't tell me
that you melted Long's brain?

I was busy

with the same alien overlord.

That's a fair point. But still.

Look, Wyatt and I

have kind of been hanging out,
like...

a lot.

Please tell me you're not going
all West Side Story

with this kid. No!

Look, my point is that...

at first I was curious to see

if it would all come
rushing back, right? Mm-hmm.

And then...

I was curious if
he could change.

Like, really change.

And I thought

if he could, then I could, too.

He did it, Isobel.

He grew.
He found a way

to leave Roswell. WYATT: Boo!

Oh, my God.

We have got to stop
meeting like this.

You're awfully quiet.

You lit a planet on fire.

What about that makes me
want to partner up with you?

You really are brilliant.

So brilliant, in fact, Mm.

That I often forget
how little you actually know

about our abilities.

See, they're not just skills.

They're who we are.

Fire is a part of my destiny.

See, it doesn't just
destroy for no reason.

Fire destroys to create.

From the fall of oppressors
and the ignorant came hope.

How did that help you?

The yellow pollen
from that flower...

It inhibits your abilities.True.

But the purple petals
from that flower contain

the equivalent of stem cells,

which can be used to cultivate
all number of resources.

You are judging the choices

that I've made,

but a part of you understands
why I made them.

You want me to do a bad thing
to do a good thing.

You want me to work with you
to save Max.

There's a line
in every person's heart

that tells them
how far they're willing to go

for what they believe in.

I am simply reminding you
where yours is.

So, you're sitting on a rock

asking God
if you should kill me?

I was sitting on a rock

and things got big...

and complicated.

I thought about morality,
then faith, and...

You know, am I a vessel for the
actions of the Almighty Father,

or my alien one?

Then I got a call from
this old counselor

that I used to have
at Mesa Pines,

and he reminded me of a lesson

that I learned a long time ago.

They taught us that these knives

Represent that there's
always another path.

You just got to find
the right one.

Your dad entrusted you
with an action.

I'm giving you permission
to take that action.

The thing is, though...

I don't think I'm here
to kill you.

I think I'm here

'cause God wants me
to keep you alive.

Um, I didn't realize

you were back in town. Yeah, I was working

with one those nonprofit outfits
building low-income housing.

Trying not to be
a dickhead, for once.

But my dad's retiring,
and he wanted me back

for this whole thing,

and...

Wait, what are you guys
doing here? It's a bit

of Evans family intrigue,
really.

It's sort of
a forbidden love story.

No.Yeah, upstairs,
downstairs,

a West Side StoryWell, no, not really.

Kind of vibe.
There's a artifact

buried somewhere on this farm.

Yes, that's true.Oh. Oh.

Yeah. That makes no sense.

But I'm picking up
a "you don't want me to know

so I shouldn't even ask"
sort of vibe.

Look, I owe you,

Rosalinda, so-so if you
need help, I'll help.

If you could get

your family to clear out,
you would be making a huge dent

in your karmic debt...
To me, at least.

Well, that's easy... I'll
just tell them I saw a coyote.

One of them got
in the chickens last week,

and between all of them,
they got

about seven shotguns
and one hell of a grudge.

According to a flood of memories

that I got
from the Spielberg prop,

Jones figured out that he had
cracked the code on cloning.

You know, my dad thought
that he could repopulate

their world from the animals
and plants that were dying off.

But Jones came to him,

asked him
if he could make clones of him.

But my dad said no.

Next thing he knew,

Jones showed up
when my mom got sick.

Said, "I'll offer to heal her if
you fire up your cloning tech."

But still,

my dad said no,
refused to cross that line.

Next memory that I have,
it's of a five-year-old boy.

With a blade under his neck.

Jones used me as leverage
against my dad

to force his hand.

And that's how
the clones got made.

It took years for my
dad, Nora and Louise

to plan a rebellion.

They stole Jones' DNA
and they made you.

You know,
once you got old enough,

you became their Trojan horse.

They were able to alter

your genetic code
so that it couldn't be cloned.

And because they built you to
be tethered to the dictator,

Jones had his DNA altered
in the process.

But didn't he have

a whole cache of clones
to draw from? He did,

until Nora destroyed
his entire clone supply.

Making me both his undoing...

and the only way
to keep him alive.

You're right,
everyone has a line.

You're asking me
to cross mine, so...

I'd like to see you
at least approach one, too.

And what are you getting at,
Elizabeth?

If you're not gonna negotiate
swapping back into your body...

what about you and the sheriff?

Fix her gunshot wound
and let her go.

Now we're getting somewhere.

If you're
a little piece in this,

then I'm front and center
in this.

I mean, by your dad's own
admission, I was built to die.No.

No, man. Look, yes,

the rebels... they built you
as a tool of war.

But eventually,

they realized that you were...

so much more.

So much more than the lifeless
vessels that Jones had made.

They thought,
because you had his DNA,

that you'd start to develop

some of his traits.

You didn't. You were
nothing like him.

Now we're talking
nature versus nurture?

What we're talking about
is hope.

You came to symbolize the future
that they were fighting for.

That if you,

a person with great power,

a person
with the same powers as Jones,

could act differently...

You, born to be made
just like him...

If you could change, then
their whole world could, too.

If they had just killed me
when I was a child,

none of this
would have happened.

Dallas, there's no
way to know that.

One thing changes everything.

Haven't you seen
Butterfly Effect?

Look, I can promise
you this one thing.

If they had killed you as a kid,

an innocent child,

that kind of horror,
it changes you.

It breaks you.

If they had killed you,
those rebels,

they would have lost
a piece of their souls.

And the same thing right now.

If you decide that
we can't defeat Jones

without losing you
in the process,

you're gonna take a piece

and you're gonna rob them
of that same hope.

So what do we do?

Frequency X marks the spot.

How does it feel?

Like there's an army standing
behind me.

What happened?

Where am I?

Sheriff, you just... you had
a little bit of a scare.

But you're all better now.

I think I'm just gonna go home

and never think
about this again.

That sounds like
an excellent idea.

So...

do we have a deal?

Put the cuffs on me. This is weird.

Well, don't make it weird.

I have to test them.

Nothing's happening? That's the point.

They inhibit alien powers.

Take them off me now, please.

You know, I've been
meaning to ask you.

Mm-hmm? If your dad's, uh, like,
the alien Voldemort,

how come you haven't gone
all Harry Potter yet?

Ooh, you're a Potter fan, now?

Yeah, I guess

you sort of resemble
Mad-Eye Moody.

Your dad's one
of the most powerful beings

who's ever lived,

which means you're capable
of a hell of a lot more

than opening beer bottles
with your mind.

Mm.So, what happened

to the training montage?

Or did I just miss
that part of the movie?

Ta-da! Impressive,

for a third grade talent show.

Why are you holding back?

Do you have any idea
what you're capable of?

Have you ever even tried
to find out?

Maybe I don't want to find out.

Why the hell not? Because I don't want
to be like him!

What makes you think
you could be?

Summer after high school.

After what happened to Rosa,

I got into it
with a redneck at the Pony.

His guys, they step in to break
it up, and next thing you know,

I'm in his head.

I made him step in front
of his buddy's ride.

The truck hit him,
sent him flying,

knocking him unconscious
against the coyote fence.

And I nearly killed him.

Your other sky folk
know about this?

Given that Iz was
literally abused

by the guy
with the same power? No.

I haven't figured out the
right number of margaritas

to tell her that
I am just like the guy

who nearly destroyed her life.

Can't she step
inside somebody's mind, too?

Iz can nudge someone

and go in a direction
that they want to go.

I'm talking about taking over.

Turning strangers into puppets

that lose their free will.

If that doesn't define darkness,
I don't know what does.

What a load of crap.

There ain't no darkness
in you, kid.

You ain't nothing but a pair

of sad puppy dog eyes
in a cowboy hat.

Now, like it or not, I've been

your one-eyed Miyagi
for most of your life,

which is why I try so hard
to keep you grounded,

not to give you
too many compliments.

What part of that
was a compliment?

I'm getting there.

You ain't nothing
like your dad, kid.

You got a lot
of your mama in you, though,

and she didn't shy away
from her power.

She used it to fight
for a better world,

and you will, too.

Once you get your head
out of your rear.

Now, you go,

and you kick your father's ass.

♪

Is that gonna burn a hole
right through the bag?

No.

It feels like it...

deactivates when I tell it to.

Weird. Cool.

Okay, now what?

Now I go

and hope this sword
makes us strong enough

to set Liz and company free. What am I

supposed to do,
just go back to the Crashdown

and eat my weight in U-F-doughs?

It's not the time
for the cavalry.

Rosa, now that I
finally have my sword,

I can show Jones
what I'm really capable of.

Okay, just make sure

that that sense of strength
doesn't do you in.

Don't... underestimate me, okay?

No, I'm not. It's just,
you've been fighting

so hard for the last year
to be taken seriously, Isobel,

and that kind of thing
leaves a mark.

Okay, trust me. I know.

If I can see how bad you want
to prove yourself, so can Jones.

And you know he's gonna
try to use that against you.

He's gonna trick you
and bait you into self-sabotage.

It's a little move I like
to call the Helena Ortecho.

Just...

don't fall for it.

What are you afraid
of sabotaging?

Are you mood-rocking me again?

I can kind of tell
that something's up.

You are clutching that envelope
like it's a death row pardon.

Uh-uh, uh-uh, we don't have time
for that, okay?

Just go save my sister.

And be careful, for me.

I will.

Does the machine work?

To separate my DNA from Max's?

That'll suffice.

Thank you.

And what... is this?

Well, you...

heavily implied that...

to remain breathing
I had to impress you.

I took a shot

at keeping your cells divided
once they were separated.

You deviated from
my instructions.

Now...

I can't help but wonder

if you were searching
for a way to kill me.

That would be very dumb, Heath,
so tell me, how dumb are you?

He's not dumb, he's scared, and
he always cracks under pressure.

If you want me to help you,

then back off and
let me help you.

As far as I can tell,
you're running out of options.

And if we fail, you fail.

And Max Evans fails.

What are you saying,
that our interests are aligned?

I'll take your deal.

I'll leave you to it.

Tell me you didn't use
the alien spores

to make that solution
I'm assuming you were cooking up

to swap Max and Jones back.

Uh...

no, I hadn't got
to that component yet.

Okay, good.
We're gonna use it to end this

once and for all.

Put your hands up.
You're under arrest.

Okay, Sheriff,

Dallas has nothing to do
with this.

Help me. I'm being controlled.

Wait, Sheriff.

Hey, Max,

it's not her.

She's praying for help.

Jones.

Well, that's a nice trick.

You'll never shoot me.

I'm just an innocent human.

You'll never shoot me, either.

I die, you die.

True.

I got to say, I cannot wait
to be untethered from you.

And it's only a matter
of time now, too.

But this isn't about us.

This is about Dallas and Heath.

What about Heath?

I'm thinking of killing him,

since I'm pretty sure
I caught him cooking up

some sort of
scientific sabotage,

which, needless to say,
I destroyed.

So you want
to make a deal, then,

for the science
that's in my head.

You come with me,
I don't kill Heath.

Don't do it, man.

There's got to be another way.

This is the other way.

Okay.

I've got a knife in my pocket.

Just gonna place it
on the ground here.

Otherwise, I'm unarmed.

Now, be a good genetic copy

and stay out of my way.

♪

Michael.

Change of plans.

What deal did you just make,
Roswell?

Jones said if we used
our research into telomeres

to help extend his life,
I could use that same science

to save Max,
and he would leave Earth

peacefully. Now, if only murder and mayhem

weren't his life's purpose. Jones argued

that I should look at this world
the way that he looked at his.

I mean, he tried
to convince me that pain

is a necessary component
of doing good.

And old me... she might
have entertained that idea.

But that is not me anymore.

The science he's asking for...

It might be the only way
to save Max.

So... what is that,

exactly? In Jones' hubris,
he let something slip.

When an alien dies,

a flower grows
from their decomposed genetics.

So we're going to the
interplanetary florist?

We don't have to.

We have the spores
from Noah's remains

you had me collect
from my burnt-out lab.

So you're saying
that you're holding a...

pre-flower?

Mm-hmm.

Which we can essentially
make into stem cells.

To create the genetics that
will block off the connection

between Max and Jones.

Michael's mom...
She brilliantly linked

Max and Jones and then
reverse-engineered Max's DNA

so that neither
could be cloned again.

And now Jones is trying
to bribe me to undo that work

so he could start
cloning himself again.

I know you're gonna
get us out of this.

Is that iron nitrate?

What do you say
we blow this joint?

Aren't you supposed
to be shooting coyotes

right now?

Turns out I don't feel much
like shooting things these days.

Being home just...

reminds me of all the ways
I've screwed up my life.

And other people's.

But my dad, he's...

he's on my case.

He wants me
to come back to the farm.

This weekend was like
a redneck intervention.

And every time
I try to explain to him

why it is that I can't
do it right now, he just,

he insists that all that stuff
I did in the past

wasn't that big of a deal.

I-I just feel like
nobody gets it.

I do.

Trying to figure out who you are

in a town that'll only ever
see you as a distant memory.

♪ The dove is never free...

I've been thinking
about leaving, too.

To go to art school.

I didn't tell my family.

I was going to, but, I mean,
there's no point now.

They need me way too much.
I can't leave.

Is that the envelope
in your hands?

Yeah.

Why don't you just mail it in

and then decide
what you want to do later?

We can go to the box
in town square,

drop it off
right away. I-I don't...

I don't know if I can do that.
I mean...

my family has a history of not
being able to escape this town.

And also, I mean, what if the
Tanner kids cherry-bomb the mailbox?

They've done three
already this week.

So we'll go
to the post office direct. I know,

but what if they don't like
it, and then it's proof

that I should just... stay put?

Listen...

I'm not exactly the curator
at the Guggenheim,

but I've seen your art,
and I don't think

anybody couldn't see
it's awesome.

It's a part of you.

And if some school
can't see that,

then you'll go
to a different one that does,

where you can explore
who you really are.

You taught me that.

♪ Yeah, the widowhood...

So, does that mean that
you're turning down your dad?

He wants me to run the farm...

which is why I'm leaving.

Right now.

♪ I can't run no more...

I'm gonna mail this for you

when I get back to Colorado.

Guarantees I go,
and also keeps it safe

from the Tanner kids'
cherry bombs.

Okay.

Thank you.

You, uh...

you changed my life.

I'm curious to see

what future versions of us
might be like...

if our paths cross again.

♪ Ring the bells

♪ That still can ring

♪ Forget your

♪ Perfect offering

Goodbye, Wyatt.

Bye, Rosalinda.♪ There is a crack

♪ A crack

♪ In everything.

Great. So, uh,

as if Jones weren't bad enough,
now he has a mind-controlled

accomplice. All right,

I'll handle the sheriff,

so we can get Liz,
Dallas and Heath

out of there.

No.

I will handle her.

I think I can push Jones
out of her head.

Because I have the same power

as Jones and Noah, yes.

You guys horrified?

No, Michael.

Because you
could never be like them.

Besides, if you can get Jones

out of the sheriff's head,
I mean...

We might all live through this.

Yeah.

You go handle the sheriff.

You get the hostages.

I'll distract Jones.

Hmm. What could go wrong?

Start writing.

So, what do you want,
Bible verses or Tupac lyrics?

I mean, I'm... You know,
you're gonna have to be

a bit more specific.

Aah. Ha-ha-ha!

Ah.

You know, my whole childhood,
I've wondered why,

why no one understood me,

why I spent my whole childhood

feeling so damn alone.

Now...

I'm finally meeting the answer
to all those whys.

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

You're forgetting one thing,
Jones.

And what's that?

I'm a religious man.

So what, your God is gonna
come down and save you?

I have faith someone
from the sky just might.

♪

Here's to you, Walter White.

Start writing
that chemical equation out.

What is this?

Mind-snatching via Jones. Oh.

That's great.
Can he throw fire, too?

And I'm in a 1950s 3D nightmare.

Sheriff Taylor.

You don't want
to do this. Okay?

Try and fight it.

The voice in my head
says the opposite.

It's telling me not to let
Dallas leave at any cost.

♪ On its prey

♪ Once you think
you got me trapped ♪

♪ I make my escape

Hey, Jones.

♪ You think you got me

♪ You think
you got me ♪

This has to stop.

Well, I see you found
your mother's sword.

That doesn't mean
you know how to use it.

I guess we're about to find out.

♪ I'm coming out of my cage

♪ I'm coming out of my cage

Oof.

♪ I'm coming out of my cage

Got a Jones mini-boss here,
Mikey.

♪ I'm coming out of my

♪ Cage

I was told

to motivate you if pressed.

You don't have to do this.
Give me your hand.

I will yank you away
from this galactic ass-clown.

I can't.

I'm stuck.

If you don't fight this,

I'm gonna have to jump
into your body.

Try to push your mind free.

Turn the tides.

♪ I'm coming out of my cage...

You're not bad.

You're not the fighter

your mother was.

Even she couldn't stop me.

♪ Go ahead

♪ Just try and stop me

♪ I'll make sure you leave

There's a car waiting outside.
Okay, who knows

how much blood she's lost...
Get her medical attention.

Yeah. I-I got something
I need to do here.

♪ I'm coming out of my cage

I should have killed your mother
when I had a chance!

♪ I'm coming out of my cage.

Oh, you won't hurt me...
because you'd never hurt Max.

But I would.

You're bluffing.

Sacrificing one person
to save the rest?

Kind of one
of the founding principles

of modern Christianity.

Well, what are you waiting for?

I want you to beg.

That's what you
said to my father,

isn't it?

The night that
you almost killed me.

Bet you didn't realize he
gave me that memory, too.

Imagine...

the kind of man

who could slit a child's throat.

And then you made
him beg you not to.

Well, now you get
your chance to beg.

So go ahead, ask me for mercy...

and I'll decide
if you deserve it or not.

Well, everyone seems
a little tense,

so...

this might help.

Who would like to do the honors?

Once you have these cuffs on me,

we can all just take a breath.

Now that you've brought me Max
and the equation keeper,

the scientist
to fix our genetics,

we have so much to discuss

about our collaboration
to save my life.

There will be no collaboration.

I was hoping to do this
over champagne and pleasantries,

but if you would prefer
a hostile negotiation...

well, I'm happy to oblige.

You locked us in your mind?

So...

let's try this again...

shall we?