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Previously on
Roswell, New Mexico...
Liz.

Max.
You’re finally back.

Get down. No...

20 years of keeping
this secret, and now

you up and resurrect someone?

When my dad was dying,
he’d repeat this crazy mantra.

"If you see the handprint,
go to Manes."

You’re telling me
you’re an alien?

You change your mind
about our secret,

no lock will keep me from you.

- Stay away from her!
- What is wrong with you?

Ever since I healed Liz, there’s
been this poison inside me. I...

I am married to someone
who can’t ever know who I am,

and that kills me.

Is there really nobody
in this world

that you wouldn’t risk
everything to save?

I want to see Rosa’s
toxicology report.

I think she was murdered.

Max, I don’t feel
the way that you do.

Want to blow off some steam?

I’m gonna find out
who killed my sister,

and I am gonna bring them
to justice.

Even if it was Max Evans.

The scientific method
requires the scientist

to eliminate all personal bias
and outside influence.

So it doesn’t matter
that Max Evans saved my life.

Or that, ten years ago,
he was the only person

who made me smile
after my mom left.

Or how I feel
when he looks at me now.

What matters is the science.

Observation: in the hours
or days after my sister died,

a strange mark,
shaped like a handprint,

formed on her corpse.

Observation: it’s the same mark

Max Evans left on me
the night he saved my life.

Observation:
Max Evans lied to my face

about the last time
he saw Rosa alive.

Prediction:
Max’s ability to manipulate

electromagnetic energy gives
him the power to heal

and also to harm.

Hypothesis:

Max Evans killed my sister.

Okay.

Lab rat.

You can relax.
I left my scalpel at home.

Good. ’Cause I saw what you
did to that frog freshman year,

and it was not pretty.

I’m trying to help, Max.

You said yourself
you’ve felt sick

ever since you healed me.

It’s not like
you can go to a GP.

I’m your best bet.

It’s-it’s not sick.

I’ve never actually been sick
in my life,

but it’s not how illness
is described in books.

It’s-it’s more like...

flashes of anger.

Or rage, even.

See, that rainbow’s...

Maybe you’re just stressed.

C-Chronic low-level anxiety
keeps

the hypothalamic pituitary
adrenal axis activated.

Shirt.
Right.

It’s not coming back

Man, it’s all that I had

Feeling dusty...

You don’t have
to be scared of me.

I’m not.

Nice and short...

Your heart’s racing.

It’s not racing
’cause I’m scared of you.

Not the joke

I know I stayed here

Way too long

With the music blaring on...

Glad you could spare some time.

Intervals.
I have 30 seconds.

You said your patient...
The one with the handprint...

Is still alive.
Very much so.

Is it possible that
maybe aliens aren’t

the enemy of humanity?

Now, you charged in here
demanding information

about Rosa Ortecho’s death.

I provided you with
that information. Your turn now.

Can’t one of your kids be
your alien hunting buddy?

You have four war hero sons.

This is not for the faint
of heart.

Are you calling Alex
faint of heart?

This entire town
threw him a parade

when he came home from Iraq.
Kyle,

you can participate
in Project Shepherd

because it is your legacy,

or you can choose to participate

because you wisely fear

what the United States
government could do to you

and your quiet,

small-town life.

Not to mention your quiet,

small-town friends.

Your country eagerly awaits
your decision.

I’m not going to tell you
where I saw the handprint.

That’s okay. That’s not what
I want from you, anyway.

I need access to your father’s
research material.

You wanted to know why I didn’t
bring my boys into this.

It’s because I don’t
need a soldier.

I need a Valenti.

Nail polish remover is acetone.

Trace amounts help with
active growth and regeneration

in plants, but I have never
seen anything like this.

It heals you?

No.
More like it kills pain.

We don’t heal
super fast or anything.

Okay, when did you start to
realize that you were different?

What’s the full extent
of your capabilities?

I’m pretty good
at recognizing an interrogation.

It’s kind of part of my gig.

I’ve established your baseline.

Now I’m monitoring
your electromagnetic output

and how it correlates with...

emotional triggers.
You mean like

the light show that I put on
whenever I feel anything?

Can you make that stop?
Because it’s really annoying.

Maybe. If I know more.

So...

Michael and Isobel.

What powers
do they have, exactly?

Do they leave handprints, too?

I’m not gonna talk
about them, Liz.

They don’t know
we’re doing this.

Okay, are you all capable

of electrostatic discharge...

Releasing energy intentionally?

Maybe. We don’t know
how it works.

In nature, there are animals...
Plants, even...

That do variations of this.
What are you getting at?

T-They use electricity
as a defense mechanism.

A-A weapon, even.

Liz...
So if you can heal
with electricity,

can you also harm?

My God. You’re hurt.
Are-are you okay?

Lightning fractals.

Here, let me-let me see.
No, no. I’m okay.

Let me...
It’s fine.
Please don’t touch me.

I have the entire Air Force here

for the veteran fundraiser,
and you’re out here

playing, what, alien autopsy?

She already knows our secret,
so what’s the harm?

Maybe she can figure out
what’s wrong with me.

Michael and I

told you we’d help.
How?

Look, whatever is wrong
with you, I’m pretty sure

Liz didn’t take a class on it
at CU Boulder.

I have questions,
and I trust Liz.

We have a connection.

Or we did, I think.

Do you?

Liz and Kyle hooked up
at the Wild Pony

the day after she got into town.

Did you know that? Hank
and Lindsey saw them.

Your handprint

was still on her chest.

Would you stay
out of my business, for once?

Okay? Quit using my life
as a distraction

for your own messed-up
relationship.

You are my business, Max.

I care about you.
I love you.

Liz flat-out told you
she’s just not that into you.

At least she knows me.
Just because you’re jealous

that someone knows
the truth about me

when your whole marriage
is built on a lie...

Shut up! Liz is using

your feelings for her to gather
data, and you are letting her.

It’s like you’ll agree to any
excuse to be close to her.

It’s pathetic.

I trusted you.

Promise me you won’t tell
anyone what I told you.

I know you want to believe
Max is a golden retriever,

but he’s a friggin’ X-file, Liz.

This proves it.
It’s a superficial injury.

Yeah, well, that’s not.

You and I both know this level

of energy output
could be lethal.

I really think we
should turn him in.
To who...

The cops?

I don’t know. The government?

Right. So the president
can sic the Space Force

on our local bookworm?

I never liked him.
Always staring at you

like he was observing
an alien life form.

Max Evans is only half
the story.

Look, I had to provoke Max
for this to happen.

So what could Rosa have done
to provoke him?

She used to hide things
all the time.

She liked secrets.

See this heart here?

This is one of her spots.

Typical.

What were you hoping to find?

Murder investigations
have clues. I want a clue.

You have a clue.

You just keep
ignoring it because...

Is it because he’s tall?

Never mind that he explodes

expensive things with his brain.

I need a motive.
Okay, Nancy Drew.

No, I need to understand
what happened that night,

before I blow up his life.

I was the ocean
out in the open...

You’re awake.

You stayed.

It was late, I was tired.

That’s why you stayed?

Know it’s time

To face my fears...

Hello! I have bagels.

Damn it.
Whoa.

Relax, man.
It’s just Isobel.

Wait, does she know about us?

Would it be so bad
if she did?
Yeah.

Guerin...
Nah.

Don’t worry about it.

Get your old job back?

Yeah. No one
in this town can fix a car

as fast as I can.

So, you...

Your car need a tune-up, or...?

I just came from Max’s.

He’s letting Liz
experiment on him.

Please say "sexually."

If a biomedical engineer

knows how Max is put together,

she’s gonna know how
to dismantle him.

Yeah.

All of us.

She’s using him. I know it.

We have to get her far away
from our brother.

And I have a plan.

Well, I never thought
I would see the day

Liz Ortecho beat a town
full of drunks to the bar.

Rough night?
Night.

Morning. Decade.

I found this in one
of Rosa’s hidey-holes.

I can get you weed that’s not
100 years old, if you want.

Though this might still be good.

I was hoping you could help me
learn more of her secrets.

Stuff that she wouldn’t tell me.

Stuff that she’d only tell you.

Check behind
the "No Hunting" sign.

It’s the most Rosa mix ever.

All ’90s songs.

TLC. Goo Goo Dolls.

She’s even got some
Ginuwine on there.

No, I don’t think
these are song titles.

I mean, they are, but I...

think they’re clues.

Track one,
"Here in Your Bedroom"

That’s our bedroom. "Pony."

I mean, this is her exact brand

of teen melodrama,
a treasure map

to all her little hiding places.

I know, I-I figured
that was the the case, I just...

I didn’t want
to invade her privacy.

Even now.

Well, as a little sister,

invading my big sister’s privacy
is my born prerogative.

Even now.

Track three.

"Under the Bridge."

You coming?

Yeah.

Yeah!

Whoa. Save that
for when the machines

actually take over.

What is this?
Um...

they were going to sell it
at the police auction.

This is a first edition, Cam.

Yup. Knew that would give you
a nerd boner.

Let’s go to the
drive-in tonight.

like a date?

Yeah.

I thought we had more of a...

"You up?"
kind of thing going on.

I know, but I-I thought maybe
it was... maybe it’s time.

Yeah. Why not?

Let’s go to the drive-in.

Maybe after you can
take me to the malt shop

and then pin your letter

- on my sweater.
- Okay.

Listen...

I’ve been thinking
a lot about dad lately.

Remember those letters he sent

when he was in hospice?

Can’t find them anywhere.

The cancer changed him.

By the end,

he’d look at me and
I could see in his eyes

he had no clue who I was.

He was mailing us
letters even when

we were sitting
by his bedside every day.

You’re better off not
digging into the past.

Hang on to the good memories.

I’m just trying
to fill in the gaps

of who my sister really was.

You already know that.

She was electric.
Impulsive.

She was a "hold your hair
back when you’re sick,

slash your ex’s tires"
type of friend.

She was a total flake.
Completely unreliable.

But, somehow, when
you needed her most,

she always seemed to
show up right on time.

She isn’t what’s left over
in the dirty crevices

of this town.

Maybe not.

But maybe.

"Dear Rosa,

you will never be alone."

Signed Ophiuchus.

I’m gonna assume that if someone
in Roswell was named Ophiuchus

we’d know them.
Must be a pseudonym.

Ophiuchus is the 13th sign
of the zodiac.

It’s a little controversial
in certain circles.

A fraudulent zodiac.
The lyric that she had written

On her hand when she died.

Maybe it wasn’t a random lyric
from a random song.

Maybe this means something.

I mean, this note
feels romantic.

Think she was seeing someone?

Maria.

She’s dead. Spill.
She didn’t mention anyone.

But I slept at your
house that week.

I saw her sneak out the window,
and she had taken

a little extra care
with the eyeliner,

so I figured
there must be a boy.

You were a good friend to her.

Now come on.
Mixtape map beckons.

"Small Town Saturday Night"
by Hal Ketchum.

Maybe the drive-in?

I was amazed
at the man I could be

I did all the right things
and my aim was to please.

So, you gonna mind-warp Liz

before or after Mars Attacks?

I’ll know
when the time is right.

Just curious about
why you’re down to

get in Liz’s mind and
send her out of town.

And at the reunion you were

scandalized when I suggested it.
You know,

I don’t think you appreciate
just how miserable it is

for me to have to gaze
into the deep,

dark abyss
that is the human psyche.

Nevertheless,

things have escalated.
And I don’t disagree.

But I also think you’re scared.

Yeah, of exposure.
Of not being

the number-one person
in Max’s life.

Of him... loving Liz
more than he loves you.

Michael Guerin at a town event?

Noah!

Projector broke.
I fixed it.

I could’ve...

Yeah, yeah, good call.
Thanks, bro.

You missed dinner last night.
I know.

I’m sorry.

It was Max. He had,
girl problems.

Yeah. Same.

Seriously, baby, I’m sorry.

How about this.

Why don’t we switch
things up tonight?

What can I be for you?

Maybe tonight

we could,

both just be... present.

Leaving so soon?

Seen it before.

I hate how it ends.

I’ll tell you what,

I’ll split this sixer
with you...

if you let me watch from here.

Can I help you find
something, Valenti?

What were you doing
in the file room?

Visiting my mom.
Guess she was out.

I could have you arrested.

I get it.

Is this massive
overreaction about Liz?

Are you into her?

You must’ve heard.

About the Wild Pony parking lot.

Do you want me to hit you?

Well, that wouldn’t
be very lawful of you.

Though I think you’ve
wanted to for a long time.

You don’t know
anything about me.

Do we have a problem here?

All good.

Just a couple of New Roswell
High buddies catching up.

We doing this movie thing
or not?

Yeah.

We are.

You look beautiful.
Thank you.

Careful, son.

You got me, you got me.

Heartwarming.

Maybe you ought to
call it a night?

Use the evening to
educate yourself

on how to properly
represent your country.

Do I embarrass you, Dad?

You are a

decorated purple heart soldier

with three deployments
under his belt.

Guerin is arrested once a week
for gambling and bar fighting.

Seems to me the only one you’re
embarrassing is yourself, son.

Evening.

Thank you, Roswell,

for making the third annual
Night At The Drive-In

such a success.
Because of you,

we more than doubled
last year’s donations

to the local V.A. clinic.

Here to represent
the brave women and men

of our armed forces,

Master Sergeant Jesse Manes.

Thank you.

Thank you, Isobel.

Thank you all
for being here. Good evening.

For the past 70 years...

More than 70 years, actually...
Roswell...

Come on, just say it.
You hate this town party stuff.

Am I breaking out in hives?

Well, we can go back
to Wild Pony for a drink.

After we find
Rosa’s hiding spot.

Okay, come on, come on, come on.

When, when the risks

and sacrifices of battle...

Why are we really here?

Something’s up with you.

Can’t lie to a psychic.

I-I...

Okay, fine.

I wanted an excuse
to spy on Max and his date.

Tall blondes
are totally not his type.

If we’re stalking,

I need a corndog.

And I’m getting you a michelada.

Inaction means the loss

of everything that we’ve worked
so hard to build.

Inaction means
that we give up this...

Hello, Liz.

I need you to do
something for me.

Rosa?

Why are you being like this?
I thought we were friends.

Liz.

Yes?

It’s time for you
to leave Roswell.

And don’t come back this time.

I wish it could
always be like this.

Stop.

I can’t leave.

Why not?

What is keeping you here?

Max.

Earth to Liz.

Yes. Hi. Yeah. What?

I think I figured out the clue.

This isn’t Rosa’s idea

of a small town Saturday night,

but I know what is.

I know a run and puke face
when I see one.

Did you do it?
Is she leaving town?

No, I...

I don’t think
it’s gonna be that easy.

You weren’t strong enough?

No, Michael. It...

I... I don’t know,

I just...
I got into her mind,

and then I-I just couldn’t
go through with it, so...

Couldn’t or wouldn’t, Isobel?

You don’t understand. Okay?

I kept getting these weird
flashes of Rosa, and...

Liz was there. I could see
what she was seeing, you know?

I could feel what she was
feeling, and then, and...

and she said Max’s name, and
there was this, like, rush,

and it was, like, I don’t think

that this is just
some high school crush.

I think that
she and Max may be...

Maybe she and Max what?

Run.

It’s the cops.

Officer.

Hi.

Hi.

Your speech was good.

I didn’t think that you were
gonna show up, after I...

Maybe you were right.

Maybe Liz isn’t
gonna happen for me.

Cameron and I were hooking up

before Liz got back into town.

Maybe that could be something,

if I try.

I was really hoping
for E.T. this year.

No. Xenophobia sells
more tickets, so...

Okay.

Let’s see...

You sure it’s up here?

Rosa and I used to sneak up here
after you fell asleep.

I think we got it wrong again.

Come on, Liz.

Relax.

Spend a small town
Saturday night

in Rosa’s shoes.

Here you are. Enjoy.

So while you were
getting your bachelor’s

in biomed engineering,
I was dating

a Chad.

Changed my relationship
status and everything.

Why do parents name
their kid Chad?

All the Chads
end up being Chads.

Right?

I missed this.

I left my fiancé in Denver
three weeks ago.

Diego.

I don’t know why I’m laughing.

No. He’s perfect.

It’s not funny.
I just...
Sorry.

I couldn’t connect.
I couldn’t feel anything.

Yeah.

What did you and Rosa
do up here?

We smoked.

Drank. Looked at
the stars and, um...

the first one to find Pisces
got to dare the other one

to do something really stupid.

That was her sign.

See, right there?

Two fish.

Just looks like an arrow to me.

That’s what Rosa
always used to say.

Maybe you two didn’t think
so differently after all.

God...

It’s a love letter.

From who? Ophiuchus?

Okay, we have, um,

most of the teenage
dream date...

covered.

Um, the movie,

popcorn.

Just one essential

high school experience missing.

And what would that be?

What are...
This.

Okay.

Max.

I’m sorry, we’re closed.
Could you come back?

I need to talk to you, now.

Liz.

Liz, stop.
What is this about?

You were sleeping
with my sister.

Explain that.

Liz. Me again.
I swear, if you got yourself...

Kyle Manuel Valenti.

You’d make a terrible criminal.

Care to explain yourself?

I was looking
for Max Evans’s file.

We’re in a kind of...
love triangle.

Wanted to get some dirt on him,

there wasn’t any.

Is this about Liz Ortecho?

Kyle.

What?

I don’t like her family.

My parents struggled for years

in poverty so that they could
enter this country legally,

because they believed
in America.

In freedom,
in patriotism, in the law.

And people who defy that law
give us all a bad name.

You sound like a bigot.

And you sound so naive.

Rosa Ortecho killed those girls,
and it tore this town in half.

You were away at school,
but your father nearly lost

the election that year.

Jesse Manes vocally supported
some white candidate,

and you know how this town
loves to vote military.

I thought Master Sergeant Manes
and dad were friends.

Jesse Manes doesn’t have
friends, Kyle.

He has soldiers.

"I feel like I’m disappearing

"until you look at me,

"and then
I’m so completely seen.

I’ve never liked
that feeling before."
Please, just stop. Come on.

No, you really captured her.

"Somehow, you always stand
in the part of the room

that the sun
hits first."

I wrote that note for you, Liz.

Don’t lie to me.
"You touched my lips

and I stopped breathing for
a week." This isn’t about us.

You and I
never kissed.
No, we didn’t.

It was April of senior year.

I had hot sauce on my lips

and no one told me
for, like, three hours.

And then you wiped it off
with your thumb in lab.

The day we...

got sent home early ’cause
there was a school blackout.

Rosa must have found the letter.

I was 17.
I wanted to be a writer.

I’m not accusing you
of some high school affair,

I am accusing you
of something else.

I know that you lied to me

about the last time
that you saw her.

I know that you met her
the night that she died,

and I know that my sister
was murdered.

By an alien.

What? How-how do you...

So was it you, Max?

You want to go for a ride?

This isn’t gonna
work out, Guerin.

I cannot ignore
what I saw tonight.

Your side hustle.

Yeah.

Occasionally, I pawn
a spool of copper wire

from the junkyard for
a little extra cash.

Who cares?

I do.

I’m a soldier.

I can’t be with a criminal.

All my life,

the system has put me
at the mercy of criminals.

I’m just trying to survive it.

Guess you’re still
the guy just looking

for any excuse
to walk away?

Maybe.

And you’re still so good
at giving them to me.

I have spent

ten years thinking that
my sister killed herself

and two other people,
but it turns out

that that was all a lie.

Your lie!
Yes, you’re right.

I lied to you.

Okay? I did see Rosa that night.

After we got back
from the desert,

I dropped you off
but I didn’t go home.

I sat in the gazebo

and I wrote that letter.
And I slid it

under the windshield wiper
of your car

and then Rosa was there.

And she was drunk
and high and angry,

and she was telling me
to stay away from you.

She started yelling
and shoving me.

S-So what?
You... you killed her?

No.

I drove away.

She was messed up

and I knew it.

I... The diner was still open.

I could have gotten your dad.

I should have stayed with her.

I asked you,

point-blank...

if you saw her that night.

You have enough
painful memories.

After everything...

that we have been through,

do you truly believe
that I am capable

of killing someone you love?

Be holy, I don’t know

Liz, I have loved you
my entire life.

Don’t unfold me

Including every single day
that you were...

gone in the last decade.

That’s not what this is about.

Well, that’s what everything
is about for me.

You know what,
maybe-maybe my sister’s right.

Maybe I am pathetic.

But I would...

never kill Rosa.

Leave the past in the past.

There’s nothing
we can do to change it.

And what a way

To be living

With all of your pain

And,

What a wave

You have made

Noah?

Baby? Are you home?

How did the rest
of the night go?

So good.

We more than doubled
last year’s donations.

The V.A.’s gonna
be very pleased.

Aw.

Iz.

You don’t have to do this.
No.

I said we’d have a nice night,
and look, I’m here, I’m present.

Isobel, I love you,

with my entire heart,

How... did the rest
of your night go?

Noah...

I’m sorry.

I know that I’ve been absent.
I know that I’m codependent

on Max and...

I knew what I was
marrying into. It’s...
Everything is

falling apart, and I don’t know
how to put it back together.

You know, Max is my...
is my person.

He always has been.

But now he’s in love, and...

and she loves him back,

deep down.

I know you don’t want your
brother to be unhappy.
No.

It’s...
No, it just...

That’s the point.

I think that this whole time
he has been, and I didn’t know.

And I think that
maybe it was my fault.

Iz...

look, maybe for a little while,
you could stop worrying

about how happy he is.

Maybe instead,
you could just let me...

worry...

about how happy you are.

For once?

Come here.

Let me show you something.

Starlight

Raining over me...

Is this...

The Land Before Time?

A memory...

How did you know?

Max told me.

He said you might need a little
picking up after tonight.

Feel alive

Starlight...

You’re not losing him.

You’re just taking space,

and that’s okay.

Like drifting
through a memory...

Isobel Evans-Bracken.

In your crystal sky...

You...

are my person.

And you always have been.

And I would very much like it

if I could be yours.

So, Rosa intercepted

the letter to keep Max
away from me.

Why?

He’s so harmless.

Yeah.
Yeah, I don’t know.

Maybe. Um...

He told me he loved me.

Then and now, too, I think.

Wow, that’s...

that’s a lot.

What’d you say?

I just don’t trust him.

You can’t keep summoning me.

You could stop showing up.

Can I?
Because every word

out of your mouth feels
like a thinly-veiled threat.

I know the stories about

how people who refuse
to conspire end up suffering.

It almost worked.

Using my dead dad
to make your appeal.

But you weren’t friends at all.

Were you?

I checked the records.
You didn’t visit him once

while he was dying.
Jim and I had our
differences, yes.

We shared one goal.

Protect our town and our world

from the imminent alien threat.

Imminent?

The crash was in 1947.

If they pose a threat
to humanity,

they’re taking their sweet time.

Unless your boy
Paul Ryan is an alien.

Have some respect.

I do have respect.

My ancestors sacrificed
everything to come here,

so I could live
the American dream.

But my family also believes
in the justice system.

Innocent until proven guilty.

So I’m not gonna hand over
anyone to you, either.

These are the letters
my dad wrote when he was dying.

If he was trying
to tell someone something,

it’s somewhere
in all this crazy.

We’re square now.

You gave me
Rosa’s autopsy photos;

I give you my dad’s
alien Rosetta stone.

Do with it what you will.

Now I’m out.

I’m not your soldier.

You made the right choice.

Although you should know

there’s one fatal flaw
in our system.

Innocent until proven
guilty means that

justice can only be served
after disaster has struck.

Every time
a terrorist is caught,

you know what
his neighbors say, right?

"He was such a nice guy.

"Smart. Thoughtful.

"He hardly bothered anyone.

"Kept to himself a lot.

Michael, when you get this,
get over here.

Certainly not the type
to build an arsenal."

And then...

boom.