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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Since we've started with the first serum treatment,

- the degeneration has slowed. - You and Liz cured me.

I promised myself that I would never

do this to someone that I loved.

Please, step away from this story.

It is beautiful what you've set in motion, Tezca.

Are you certain this is the best course to take?

Absolutely.

When an unexplained event

happens in a town known for mysterious sci-fi occurrences,

my helicopter lands the next morning.

So you're here to offer me a job?

I see this more as a partnership

between two very inquisitive minds.

Looks like our bank robbers have a sense of humor.

- So what's so special about this vault? - I don't know.

But if they're willing to break into a bank to get it,

we don't want them to have it.

So what was wrong with Astro Shack?

Was it the grease or the cheese or... ?

Humanity's self-indulgence is a sickness.

It led us astray.

Onion rings led us astray?

Well, everything leads you astray.

This isn't a... What do they call it here?

A-a vacation.

Yeah, clearly not, because a vacation

usually involves cocktails

- and food... - Enough!

We stay the course,

follow Tezca's lead.

We're not here for fun, remember?

We have important work to do.

Dinner's ready.

Eight ball.

Corner pocket.

Oh!

Ah. Thought I'd catch you slipping

with those, uh, move-in willies,

now look at me, all doubting Thomas.

Yeah, my Running Man days are over.

Alex may be out chasing weather balloons,

but my bags are unpacked.

- That's a start. - Yeah.

And you're the one who talked me off that ledge, so

your words of wisdom worked against you.

Well, I didn't realize I was playing against an evolved Guerin.

What do you know?

Huh.

That's the old Michael.

Drinking feelings, not embracing them.

I think you got another soul to save, huh, preacher?

You know what, actually, uh, I got to bounce, but, um...

- Mm-hmm. - ... maybe you can take some of this

newfound sage wisdom,

pay it forward.

Good game, Guerin.

♪ Old man on a barstool ♪

♪ Watching TV ♪

♪ He got up and came over ♪

♪ To sit closer to me... ♪

You know, I've always found talking

to be a lot more helpful than drinking.

- ♪ But when we're your age... ♪ - Okay,

binge drinking.

I am conducting a taste test,

and I prefer to do it alone, thank you.

Well, if you tell me what you're drinking here,

I'll leave you to your wallowing.

I'm not wallowing.

You are.

I'm kind of an expert.

Fine.

This one,

it's sweet, but also sour,

- kind of like bad decisions. - Mm.

Tequila.

This one tastes like sunshine.

Which...

... I think you could use a little more of.

Wow. You can really play.

Taught myself.

We have been together for quite some time.

She helped me find my place in life.

I wish I had a friend like that.

Can't really beat the real thing, right?

You can when everyone you know is terrible.

♪ There's an old man... ♪

I used to retreat to an empty junkyard when I felt that way.

Playing music always helped me escape the world.

I wish I had music growing up.

You didn't have music?

Oh, you're from one of those Footloose-type towns?

What's Footloose?

Kevin Bacon.

Is that like a, like a breakfast food or something?

Sorry, um...

I didn't get your name.

I should, I should go.

We-we just started talking.

Been told I do too much of that.

Ah, so sheriffs don't neglect the basics.

I was trying to curve the bullets away from the cans.

- Oh. - It's been a minute since I worked out

my abilities, and I'm just trying to knock off the rust,

- but it's not working. - Well, let's see where your skills are at.

All right.

Was that on purpose?

'Cause, well, that's gonna cost you, Evans.

No. Damn it.

It's not just rust.

Jones is haunting us from the grave,

there's two aliens terrorizing Roswell right now,

and a third who's God knows where.

I got no leads

and shaky hands.

That is why I am here.

We found the Bobbsey Twins' getaway car.

I figured out who owns that stolen safety-deposit box in Las Cruces.

It was my grandma's?

If it was Patricia's, can you trigger a vision

and figure out what was stolen?

Yeah, I can try.

My visions have been a little unreliable lately.

Really? I feel like your visions have been on point.

Great. Cam also found us another lead.

Bonnie and Clyde's Monte Carlo.

She got a sample before forensics took it over

and found some dirt in their tires.

Thought maybe you could analyze it.

Yes!

Oh, not with my GED Bunsen burners.

Eduardo could probably help with that.

Okay. There's also this symbol

- that Graham's pleading the Fifth on. - Sigil.

Sigil, symbol, whatever it is,

I know it's important because Anatsa saw Bonnie

with Graham at the, uh, space dork expo.

- At Galactic Gulch. - Right?

- Yeah. - Don't worry, Max, I handled Anatsa.

You know, I actually think I can get Graham to talk

without the FBI agent.

No offense, Cam, but you're not exactly fluent in, uh,

- in "space dork." - No, none taken, Preacherman.

- Go for it. - All right.

Hopefully, one of these leads pans out,

and then we can finally get this Dark Triad behind bars.

We're gonna lock them up?

Won't that just cement them as the enemy?

They are the enemy.

I don't know if they are.

I ran into Bonnie at the Pony.

She kind of reminds me of... me.

And why didn't you tell me?

Well, she bolted immediately.

I'm just saying, I think she's more lost soul than evil dictator.

Maybe I can go undercover.

- I can become her friend. - Absolutely not.

No offense, Guerin, but this isn't a game.

You have no experience, and I'm not letting these two

roam around Roswell while you play 21 Jump Street.

Okay, my bad.

- I thought we were talking it out. - We did.

Back up Dallas while he deals with Graham. Okay?

Hey.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Don't worry, I will keep Harriet the Spy

- away from the alien hunt. - Hey, let me, uh,

support that.

VIP tickets to a wine tasting at Milky Wine Galaxy?

A little sheriff's perk.

You know, I've always felt that nepotism is underrated.

Thank you.

Eduardo, thank you.

This machine is my favorite thing.

It tests for everything: EC, pH, PO4-P.

I'm about to ask it to do my taxes.

Hey, thanks for the, uh,

Level E clearance, Valenti.

Ah, de nada, Sheriff.

Please tell me you got something.

Me and this machine are tight now,

so we should have an answer soon.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Yeah, I just need one of these leads to pan out.

It's ready.

Okay.

All right, well, the alien plasma matches the balloons,

but that's to be expected since the samples we took

were from their car wheels.

Usual levels of bacteria and fungi, EC is normal.

Huh...

High levels of petroleum hydrocarbon.

Ooh, wait, I know that one.

Well, hello, Bill Nye.

- That's the result of oil extraction, right? - Mm-hmm.

Roswell Oil & Gas had to shut down a bunch of derricks.

They've just been gathering dust.

Looks like we're swapping lattes for Texas tea.

- So much for collecting dust. - Hey.

What is your business here?

Sheriff Evans, Chaves County.

We're looking for downed weather balloons.

- This is my consultant... - Liz Ortecho.

- Sheriff. Welcome. - Ma'am.

Pete's sake, Hank, this isn't the Pentagon.

Okay? I'm fine.

- Shivani. - Yeah?

what are you doing here?

I bought this place out.

Why would you buy this place? It's derelict.

Her company delves into scientific anomalies to stay cutting edge.

They were in town to take a look at the St. Elmo's fire.

She must've tapped into something.

Making whatever evidence we might find

about to disappear into the hands of a private tech company.

Okay, but maybe not, all right? I have a relationship with her.

You know, I c... I could go in there.

I could suss it out and then

slip away and take off after whatever we need.

Okay?

Okay.

If you need backup, call me, okay?

Yes.

All right.

- Hey. - Missed you at Max's earlier.

Well, I do still have a day job.

Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do

with a certain blonde alien with a mean left hook?

Actually, I have a date.

- Oh. - You need something?

Yeah, I, uh, just wanted to talk to you about some side effects.

Something wrong?

I can call Liz. I'm sure she'll drop everything.

We can do a full workup and make sure

- that everything is... - Oh, no, thank you, that's exactly what I don't want.

I'm just feeling a little...

sore, achy.

Okay.

Um... Let me give you something.

Let's see...

Yeah, here we go. Okay, uh...

So take two of these and drink plenty of water.

Great. All right.

Thanks, Doc.

Our government's priority is to suppress the truth.

For the record, this is gonna be pointless.

Watch and learn.

So you'll forgive my reticence to meet with you

given your friend at the FBI.

No, I get it, I get it. Fair.

But, I mean, it ain't a bad thing

to have an in at the FBI for, you know, believers like us.

- Mm-hmm. - I mean, for all we know,

the feds are behind the conception

of some of the more outlandish conspiracy theories.

Yes. That way, anyone questioning the official story

seems like a, you know,

- paranoid wack job by association. - Yeah, exactly.

Like, one secret about, uh,

bio government weapon gone wrong gets out, right?

Suddenly that becomes a lunatic on Reddit

talking about an army of lizard people. Come on.

- It's all calculated. - Yeah.

You know, they have, uh,

secret underground bases all over the world...

- All over the world. - ... tracking this stuff.

- Don't even get me started on the... - Denver Airport.

Glad you made a geek buddy, but...

Just winding up for the pitch.

Hey, I, um,

I think...

I might have something that you might be interested in.

You know, as a fellow believer.

What are you... Are you insane?

I seem to recall you agreeing

to no backseat driving, Guerin.

Wow.

That's clearly a fake.

Oh. All right.

So you're the, uh, expert?

Ah, insulting him. That'll help.

Just seconds away from the two of us becoming boys.

Um...

That sigil...

in your newspaper, come on,

obviously clip art.

"Trusted government source," my ass.

You're right about one thing.

It wasn't a government source.

Come on.

All right, all right.

Between you, me, and us Ewoks, that source

was my great-grandpa.

Yup. Old Gareth

was a bank security guard back then.

He saw that sigil on a case that was put in a-a safety-deposit box.

He didn't see what was in it, but swears

the case glowed.

And he worked at the bank on West Pecos Bank and Trust

- that got robbed? - That's the best part.

It was a different branch.

- My gut tells me whatever was in that box was alien. - Hmm.

Who knows, it could still be there to this very day.

Okay, if Bonnie mind controlled that out of Graham,

it's only a matter of time before they hit up that bank.

Yup. And Max will just

intercept them and throw them in Jones's cage.

All right, I take it you still think that's the wrong way to go.

One thousand percent.

- Okay, well, then stick up for yourself. - No.

There's no point.

I am the screwup. Max is the cop.

Yeah, Max is a cop,

but he's not the one with the inside information.

All right? You talked to Bonnie, not Max.

And if she is teetering on the edge,

I'd be you're the one that can

tip her back to our side.

Look, I'm with you.

Locking her up, it's only gonna radicalize her.

♪ Ooh, the wheel in the sky ♪

♪ Keeps on turning ♪

♪ I don't know... ♪

Swig long and prosper, indeed.

Oh, God.

You hate it, don't you?

- No. No, no, no, no. - Let's go.

- We can do something else. - I love it.

And I'm secretly a fan of Moscato.

Wow.

Though it looks like Kyle's a fan of the reds.

What is he doing here?

You know what?

Why don't we break Starfleet's prime directive

and go mingle

with an unknown civilization?

- Hm? - Hm.

It's got a funny name, but this Pinot isn't half bad.

Well... I, for one, think Pinot Picard is a great name,

and I'm happy to be here sipping it with you.

Resistance is futile.

Hand over your wine glasses.

- Isobel. - Hi.

Hi.

And Anatsa.

- Funny seeing you both here. - Hi.

♪ Wheel in the sky keeps on turning ♪

Oh. This is Kira.

- Kira, this is Isobel and her girlfriend, Anatsa. - Hi.

Nice to meet y'all.

You know what? Uh, gosh,

we would love to stay, but Kira and I were

just headed to the VIP section,

- so it was really good to see you. - No way,

so are we.

Should we double date?

So what are you all doing here?

Is this an environmental mission or... ?

- Director. - Hmm?

You know, uh, if you're busy, I can wait.

I'll go search for those weather balloons.

Hey, everyone, early lunch.

I know why you're here, Liz.

Yeah, for the weather balloons

that were crushed by the St. Elmo's fire.

Oh, come on, St. Elmo's fire? Let's talk locusts.

Nothing on this earth can explain what happened to them.

You know what I think?

I don't.

I think something alien brought you back to Roswell.

Want to just skip the part where you deny all of this,

and I can just tell you why I'm right?

What brought me to Roswell

was the very same thing that drew Allie and me to Careyes.

We found something not of this planet.

Something that possessed unique healing properties.

- Healing properties? - Mm-hmm.

Is there someone personal you needed to help?

Our daughter was in desperate need of help.

And this was the first glimmer of hope

that we'd seen in a long time.

I'm sorry.

Was Allie able to help her?

I haven't seen her in months,

but I know she's still working on it.

So I have

both her research and my-my best and brightest,

my people working on it, and they are making great strides.

But, you know, the point that matters to you...

I'm already versed in alien science.

So you have a choice to make:

let me help you,

or keep pretending there's no elephant at the oil field.

Taking the uncomfortable path is never easy.

The sample that brought me here

had chemical markers similar to the anomalies of the St. Elmo's fire.

That's what I got, and I don't know where to start.

Well, you're in luck

because I have got the autoclaves

and the centrifuges and the jurisdiction.

So you just share that incredible mind of yours,

throw in a couple of milkshakes...

My people will find what you're looking for.

Okay, come on, come on.

Ah.

Whew, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

Show me what Patricia hid.

God, I'm an idiot.

Oh...

So close.

What's going on with you?

I did something stupid, okay?

Sure, well, when it's not wine, painting really relaxes me.

I taught myself.

Wow. That's impressive.

You know, I love going to galleries.

Oh. Our flights are up.

- Kira, what do you say we go grab them? - Sure.

Okay.

I love going to galleries.

You're blowing it, Valenti.

You're supposed to keep it on her.

Ask to see her paintings sometime.

Okay, you're giving me dating tips

while I'm on the date?

You're welcome. That's so cool.

Reporters are so intrepid.

I've been that way since I was a little girl.

I read Superman 'cause I was into Lois Lane.

That actually explains a lot.

Not like that.

Really?

Okay, maybe a little like that.

- Like a little bit like that? - I don't know.

I just loved that she was this reporter

that never gave up on the truth.

But enough about my gig,

what about yours?

Not as exciting as journalism.

I work at an insurance company,

but there's a little bit of buzz right now

because the case that I'm working on

is one of the banks that got robbed.

Really?

I'm doing a story on that.

Any theories on their motivations?

You know, baby, let's not, uh, mix business with pleasure, hm?

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure, uh, Kira would rather not.

Are you kidding me? Nobody ever asks about my job.

Bring it.

Adrenaline shots

- when you're not having an allergic reaction is... - Yeah, I know, I know.

I've been losing my powers.

I thought it would trigger a vision,

but it didn't.

And I'm assuming nobody can know.

Especially not Liz.

She finally got her life

in a place where she likes it, and I...

I can't mess that up for her.

If she found out, she would feel guilty.

She would just dive right in.

Okay, so you'd rather steal adrenaline and lie to Max?

Nobody can know, okay? You can't tell anybody.

Okay. All right, look, this won't be

the first secret I've had to keep.

With everything going on, I have felt useless without my powers.

Hey, look, you may have lost your visions,

but you haven't lost your mind.

Where-where did your grandmother keep her stuff?

Anything she had she would've left with my mom,

and we kept a bunch of junk in storage here.

Okay. I mean, that...

sounds like a good place to start.

Yeah.

Hey. Your timing is perfect, actually.

I just got off the phone with Dallas.

He made headway with Graham.

- Our Graham? - The one and only.

I guess every conspiracy theorist has their day.

Yeah, apparently.

Any, uh, anything else from the oil field?

Not yet,

but I was thinking about your plan

to get our latest Sky-guests behind bars.

Why not try Michael's way?

I mean...

Look, I appreciate you hearing him out, but, you know,

Michael's not a cop, he's just a guy...

Who's got a good plan that has, uh,

some risk, but if it worked out,

could be a game changer.

I know you see the value in his idea.

And it's not ego, so...

what is it?

When you untethered me from Jones,

something happened.

My...

abilities changed.

You didn't tell me that.

Yeah, well,

I couldn't quite put my finger on how.

You know, but something has definitely shifted.

It's like, it's like they've... multiplied.

How much?

I don't know.

I really don't know, but Jones told me that

I had only scratched the surface...

of my potential. I mean...

the reason I want this triad behind bars

is because, uh, if they back me into a corner,

and I'm forced to use my powers,

I'm afraid of what I could do.

You feel like a bull in a china shop.

I feel like the Hulk in a china shop.

Then let's figure out a way to do this without using your powers.

Max.

We cannot avoid the better plan just because it has risks.

Let's call Michael.

You know...

I think I know a way we can use the bank to our advantage.

So all this was here when you took over, right?

Yes. My mom's filing system

leaves much to be desired, hmm?

Okay, so we're assuming that a clue was

unknowingly stored away.

What if it's the opposite?

You mean, known

- then hidden? - Yeah, maybe.

You search the table. I'll look over here.

Oh.

I found something.

Two safety-deposit box keys.

They're from two different branches

of West Pecos Bank and Trust.

Usually, when my insurance company works

a bank robbery like this,

it's pretty open and shut, but the security footage...

Well, I shouldn't say.

- Try the Mos Eisley Moscato. - Babe.

Maybe I shouldn't.

My sister says I get too chatty when I drink.

Well, you know, we could trade the sangria for singing.

- Weren't you craving Karaoke? - Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Maybe just one more glass.

And when you're among friends,

sharing is caring.

To friendship.

So about that security footage...

Babe, you know what, I'm sure that it wouldn't be professional

for Kira to divulge speculation like that.

Oh, I would never speculate about something like this.

To professionalism.

Don't worry. I can fix this.

Babe, come on. What do you say we go dance, hmm? I want to move.

Sorry. Can we please do it later?

You know that saying, "The truth is out there"?

Tonight, it's in there.

Now you wet my appetite.

What is so intriguing about the security footage?

Well, legally, I'm not allowed to snow...

I mean, show you.

Being risk adverse, you probably shouldn't...

But it looks doctored, which means there's a loophole.

Okay.

See the money blowing around?

But then look at the balloons. Nothing.

Ah, you're right.

There's no wind. That is definitely doctored.

No, but check out the light.

You can't fake shadows like that.

I actually think it's legit.

Wait, roll that back.

Is that Max?

- Moment of your time, sir? - Yup.

We're looking for box 1407.

There.

Gas.

Remember, two minutes

until the alien inhibitor takes full effect.

Right. Got to stall them.

Yeah.

There's nothing here. There's only this.

The more Clyde talks...

The slower he moves those tumblers and opens the vault.

You outran me before,

but I'm guessing tonight you're sensing something different in the air.

Ah, Sheriff Clone.

Just smells like your air

of foolishness, if you ask me.

Says the fool locked in a bank vault.

You've spent your whole life locking away your truth, Officer.

I'll be out in seconds.

It must be disappointing to go through all that trouble

to break into a bank, but then find nothing but me waiting for you.

After years of being pitifully ordinary,

I doubt you even know what you took.

He's flipping the tumblers on the locking system.

You could tell me.

Or maybe I'll pry it from your hands once I open up this door.

Last tumbler.

When I saw you, I saw a guy

who has no say in what they're doing.

You're just doing the bidding of your leader, aren't you?

For all your lofty talk, at the end of the day,

you are nothing but a glorified errand boy.

You don't see the greatness that is yet to come.

When I get out of this vault, I'll show you.

What I see is that without your powers,

your greatness ends here.

Now what's happening?

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm making a withdrawal.

I'm saving you. Come on.

- You shouldn't have come. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- What is this? - It's your one shot to run.

Are you gonna take it or not?

Bonnie, come on.

See you at the junkyard.

Now! Let's go!

Hey.

What happened?

Success. Bonnie left a calling card.

You okay?

Yeah, I just hope this was all worth it.

You know, we should, uh...

probably patch this wall up pretty quick.

Okay, you need to get your blabbermouth date under control.

Nice, Iz. It's not Kira's fault your date is going all Nancy Drew.

My date is good at her job.

Maybe next time she should, um,

hold a press conference, you know,

get the whole town in on the hot gossip

that could ruin my brother's life.

I wasn't the one who suggested the double date.

Her and I could've been sipping Cosmoscato, alone.

Yeah, well, maybe I don't want to be alone,

did you ever think about that?

Wait, you...

didn't want to be alone with your own girlfriend?

No, I really do want to be alone with her.

She's perfect.

I want to be...

sweet to her. I want to be silly with her.

I want to just wrap her up in love, and I can't.

Iz.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, Iz.

What's going on?

I mindscaped her, Kyle,

to keep her from the truth.

After I told her that I loved her,

and now every time she looks at me, all I can think is,

"What if I'm a terrible monster?

What if I'm Noah?"

You know, because if that's the case, then she should just...

she should run as fast as she can.

No. No.

That's not true, okay? You are not Noah.

We both know that.

It's okay.

It's really not.

It can be.

Look, you're operating from a place of fear.

Okay? That makes you act out of character.

I've been there.

So terrified of the unknown

that I hurt people really close to me.

Transparency takes courage,

but you're gonna have to be honest with her.

Or you're just gonna keep

sabotaging your relationships

with painfully awkward double dates.

I ruined your date, didn't I?

Just a little.

Thank you.

I know you're right.

I know I have to come clean.

I am glad we got those keys

and got to this before they did.

If only I still had my powers,

I could figure out what it is.

Talk to me.

It's... It's just,

as soon as I started to feel connected to my family,

poof, magic was gone.

But, you know, most people only have five senses,

my sixth sense almost killed me, so, you know,

who am I to grieve something that,

not only was I lucky enough to have, but...

was lucky to survive?

Okay. Um, so everyone else gets

five stages of grief,

but Maria DeLuca only gets half a stage?

Come on, I mean,

why don't you,

I don't know, allow yourself, like, a heartbeat

to process all this?

Yeah. I don't know. I guess,

you know, I'm a little hard on myself sometimes.

You guess?

You're literally hard on yourself about being hard on yourself.

Okay. All right. I don't walk around knocking your hobbies.

I feel less alone now.

I appreciate that, and you.

You've known us for

barely six months

and somehow you manage to be there for everyone.

That's, um...

That's really kind of you, but, uh,

it's not completely selfless.

You know, you,

Max, Michael, Isobel,

being a SETI fanboy, honestly, all of it, I'm just...

I'm just soaking it all up 'cause, um,

it's all I have to help me understand my past.

If I still had my visions, I would...

Maria, Maria, come on.

All right, peace to that, okay?

Because, you know, being with you,

that's what helps.

Yeah. The closer I get to...

to all of you,

the closer I feel to my father.

And, uh, the closer the better, you know?

Yeah.

Oh. Guess they're back.

How'd it go?

Great. I mean, getting the artifact before they showed up,

that was checkmate. Thank you.

Well, we're happy to help.

Um, here it is.

- All right. - Keep it safe.

Yeah, I will. I mean, we're still in the dark about

what they stole from the Las Cruces bank,

but, uh, maybe you saw something in one of your visions?

Nothing just yet, but, uh, you know, she's working on it.

- Okay. - Okay.

Well, we know it's a delicate process.

We're just trying to dot every "I"

'cause that third alien is still out there.

I'm so sorry! I didn't see you.

Are you okay?

How'd you know we were gonna hit that bank?

I didn't.

I just knew Max would be there.

We disagree on things.

You could let your partner know

there's more tips where that came from.

You're Oasian.

Part of the reason I've never really fit in here.

Yeah, well, I don't...

I don't always know where I fit in, either.

Makes my mind race.

You know what quiets the chaos in my head?

- Music. - Uh-huh.

I could really use some music right now.

What if I taught you how to make your own?

And you'd have it all to yourself.

You really think you can keep your powers being gone

a secret from Liz forever?

No. I'm gonna have to tell her at some point.

You're, uh,

you're hardwired to protect the ones you love,

and you always put others first.

What am I, St. Maria or something?

Brother, please. I have done bad things, okay?

Okay, so, um,

why don't you tell me about one of those bad things that you've done?

Like a fiery phoenix rising up from the ashes,

St. Maria lives.

Fine, I'll take it. I like it.

Yeah?

Again? When?

I'll be right there.

My mom has gone missing again.

Do you have a problem with my job?

- What? - You've been acting weird, since St. Elmo's fire.

What is it?

Okay.

Is it Kyle?

Is something going on there?

I'm sorry, between me and Kyle?

Anatsa, we're old friends. That's it. That's all.

Right.

You're just willing to share important things with him, but not me.

- That's not true. - It is.

Ever since I told you I love you,

things have been different.

I don't have to know everything,

but when you lie to me

about things that are obviously affecting you,

it hurts, Iz.

- I know, I... - I'm tired of feeling like

the side chick in my own relationship.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, if that's...

making you feel that bad, then maybe a little distance

would be good for us, get some clarity.

Wait. I...

♪ Taking shots and making it count ♪

♪ You know I'm gonna do... ♪

Hi.

I'm not feeling so good.

He's gonna take me home.

So I'm gonna

drop her off and head to the lab,

get some work in.

Bye.

- Wait. - I think it's best I get a cab.

Anatsa.

Anatsa...

Director.

We've got something over here you should see.

Is that... skin?

Oh.

Fascinating.

Shivani's team found what could be alien tissue.

You gonna call her?

No.

No, I'm not.

I am gonna enjoy this moment with you.

- Hm. - Mm-hmm.

I'll see Shivani tomorrow, but right now,

I plan to enjoy tonight.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Oh. Okay.

We've got a problem.

Jones is gone.

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