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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

I'd forgotten about this place.

Our dads' old hunting cabin.

You have a secret.

Don't let it do to you

what it did to your father.

You didn't cover up my sister's murder

because you killed her.

It was Isobel, wasn't it?

Yes.

I never want to see you again.

You killed

three people.

How can you guarantee
it won't happen again?

I was trying to create a serum
that would mute your powers,

that would do the opposite of acetone.

Something has to be done.

I mean, Liz is right.

As long as I'm blacking out,

I am dangerous.

And I'm not going to allow myself

to hurt anyone again.

Safety is so easy to take for granted.

Especially when you grow up loved...

cherished...

protected.

Safety is a feeling you only value

once it's been stripped from you.

When someone you trust
spills your secrets.

When someone invades your home.

Or when you're a little
girl staring at the stars

in the desert one night,

and the Devil tries to
drag you into hell.

Or, worse...

when the thing that makes you unsafe

isn't an invader at all.

What do you do when the evil you fear

is inside your own mind?

When there may be no way to kill it

without killing yourself.

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You look thin.

So do you.

Really? Thank you.

How are you and Dad doing?

Yeah. Wonderful, of course.

Joan from bridge

tells me you gave her
son a speeding ticket.

Why would you do that?

He was speeding.

But we know his family.

We know everybody's family.

So, is your sister on her way or...?

We need to talk about Isobel.

- Can we talk about the cactus?
- I got this for your new office.

I would have come by sooner,
but I've got an alien

on an involuntary psych hold.

I just need one day of not talking about

or thinking about or
drinking about aliens.

Dr. Avila and I are gonna
present our findings

to the board this afternoon,
and I need to kill it.

Look, I support your alien cleanse,

but Isobel has no symptoms,
and the psych ward isn't a...

hotel for the real
housewives of New Mexico.

Yeah.

Max told me that she was
having episodic blackouts.

Yeah.

Now and in 2008.

- She killed Rosa?
- Hey.

There's a lot I need to tell you.

The visiting hours.

The sign on the door.
"Antisocial patient."

- Please.
- And look at you.

No tremors, no outbursts. I
know you're in recovery,

but you're... so relaxed.

I'm not relaxed.

I'm trapped.

I'm not going to give up on you.

I'll take time off work.
I'll take care of you. I...

I just want things to go back to normal.

Things have never been
normal between us.

But I want them to be.

I want to come home with you.

Just...

let me talk to the
doctor, privately. Okay?

Yeah.

There must be some kind of a...

treatment plan.

You should've told me sooner.

I know. But knowing has
only made me feel worse.

I didn't want to drag you
further into all of this.

I'm in it, Liz. I've been in it.

Okay.

Rosa was my...

Rosa was my friend, too.

Look, what do we do now? We
can't just... do nothing.

I was working on this serum,

a way to strip Isobel of her powers.

I figured it might be
a way to help people.

It eliminates the electromagnetic charge

around Max's squamous epithelial cells.

So I hypothesize that the charge
is connected to their powers.

So, for all intents and purposes,

it could render the aliens powerless.

Human.

But, I mean, it could
do a lot worse, too.

I don't know how much of their function

is connected to this charge, so...

I don't exactly have an
alien mouse colony to test.

I mean, it doesn't matter. The truth is

I never planned on using
the serum anyway.

I was just...

writing an angry letter with
no intention of sending it.

_

Hey, Sarge.

Alex, I don't know what you
think you're doing here,

but it is not a good idea.

It is not safe for you.

So, for your own good, you need to leave

and never come back to this
place, you understand me?

Well, I was kind of hoping
that we could go grab a beer.

We could talk about the family legacy.

Jim Valenti.

And, um, oh, yeah,

aliens.

I have a busy schedule.

I don't have time to discuss
science fiction with you.

All right. Tried to be polite.

The doctors think that combining
the pills with the wine

caused a psychotic break.

Who knows?

Just Noah.

Bridge club is safe.

Eh.

While I was at the hospital,

they kept asking me about
a family medical history.

I didn't know what to say.

It got me thinking
about the past though.

Well, I never needed
to worry about that.

You never got sick.

Ever.

When you brought Isobel and I home,

I know we didn't speak any
English or Spanish at the time.

But do you remember anything else?

Like, was there something we said

or some way that we communicated?

You never spoke. Ever.

And I was worried.

But I swore that you and Isobel knew

what the other was thinking, always.

At least I knew you weren't lonely.

And then, all of a sudden,

you both started to talk.

And it was as if you'd been observing,

waiting to learn the entire language

before uttering a single word.

Does this mean anything to you?

I'm trying to figure out if
it's from some early memory

or something I saw before you found us.

Why?

I don't know. It's just...

It's been on my mind, I guess.

When we visited the foster home,

you and Isobel were huddled
in a corner, crying.

And the other boy in the
home had taken a red marker

and had drawn this all over the walls.

Obsessively.

That poor boy.

He needed special attention.

A wealthy family that could
give him everything he needed.

And, Lord...

I hope he found it.

You killed Rosa Ortecho.

Yes.

Some broken things can't be fixed.

And some just shouldn't.

I can make you a new sign.

If I wanted a new sign, I'd say,
"Guerin, I need a new sign."

But instead, I said, "Guerin,
fix the broken thing."

It's gonna cost ya.

Pay your bar tab.

Sign repairs.

Free-99. One day only.

Oh. I'll call you

- when you can get it.
- Eh, just bring it by the bar.

I'm not giving you my number.

I don't want

your number.

Please tell me you're not
sleeping with Maria.

Never.

What are you doing here?

Does this mean anything to you?

Yeah. It's your tattoo.

Wyatt Long was drawing it
after Grant Green's murder.

He claims he was just scribbling.

But it's got to have
some connection to me.

Right? According to my mom,

you were a little terror
at the group home,

drawing it all over the
walls after we were found.

So it's got to have some
connection to us, right?

Maybe it was something
we saw somewhere...

before the crash.

Sorry,

are you, Max Evans, acknowledging

that we must have had lives

before we hatched out of the pods?

You never want to talk about home.

Hey, Roswell is home.

Look, I'm sorry, man.

You're right. You're right.

I've spent a lot of time not
talking about where we come from

or why we're here.

Keep thinking I can

pretend the past away
and just be normal.

But if Isobel's blackouts

are some alien thing,
then I need to know more.

Okay, and this symbol?

That's all I have to go on.

I mean, don't you think it's...
it's strange

that we don't have any memories?

I mean, no parents, no language.

We weren't infants, man. We were seven.

I just figured our memory faded.

Over 50 years in those pods.
Maybe it was just time.

Or maybe whoever put us in those pods...

doesn't want us to remember.

You feel that?

No.

What?

It's like a...

Cold.

Something-something's
wrong with Isobel, man.

We... we got to go.

We got to go.

I just told you we don't
know the side effects,

- so why would you...
- I don't know, Liz. I just... did it.

I shouldn't have. It goes
completely against my code.

Yeah, Dr. Valenti.

Terrible bedside manner.

She incepted you.

She jumped into your brain,
and she convinced you

that this is the right thing to do.

That's her power?

Mind control?

It's not control so much
as it is influence.

- I'm an influencer.
- Oh, God.

Like BadGalRiRi.

Okay. Kyle, just...

text me if she exhibits any reactions.

Alex?

Morning.

- What are you doing?
- Well, I'm just trying to spend

a little quality time with my dad.

Talk to me about Project Shepherd, Pops.

It doesn't exist.

You know I'm a codebreaker.

I've hacked into Russian
and Chinese intelligence.

This technology that
you're running in here...

it's outdated.

Your encryption software...

is flimsy at best.

So, we can sit here in silence
while I access the database,

or we can talk. It's your choice.

But either way,

I'm gonna find out what
you've been doing.

I was trying to do the right thing.

We don't even know if the blackouts

are connected to what we are.

It could be dissociative
identity disorder or PTSD.

Rosa's autopsy showed a handprint mark.

That means I killed her

using powers I didn't even know I have.

If Liz's serum mutes
those powers, great.

I just want to get out of here.

If I'm normal, then I'm safe.

By "normal," you mean human?

By "normal," I mean I want to be able

to look at my own hands without
wanting to chop them off.

You don't know what this is like for me.

I can't trust my own mind.

Great. This guy.

The room's private, not soundproof.

- Where's Liz?
- She's trying to live her life.

To get some distance from
the homicidal alien.

And yet, here I am.

Whoa.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to get you
to take off your shirt,

but...

it's not working.

It's like I'm broken.

I think the serum worked.

Yeah, me, too.

Okay, so we'll occlude
the coronary artery

of half the mice, reperfuse it...

And then sacrifice them two weeks later.

- Yes. So we'll section their heart.
- Yes.

Hey, congratulations, Liz.

Found a way to punish her.

I'll meet you inside.

It's fine.

Have a good day.

Oh, nice work, Dr. Frankenstein.

You stripped Isobel of her identity.

I never planned to use that serum.

She injected herself.

And you can't deny that her
powers make her dangerous.

The history of your planet

doesn't reflect kindly upon people

who take it upon themselves
to change people

considered dangerous by society.

This is like drowning witches,

or gay conversion therapy.

What if someone used your lab

to make a serum that...
made you less Mexican?

Would you be cool with that,
even if they-they didn't plan

to use it?

I know you're not making this
comparison to me right now.

She murdered my sister.

You know, Max and Isobel have
this crazy psychic connection.

He can feel her, all the time.

Like this warm presence.

But the moment she injected
herself, he went cold.

If anything

happens to Isobel because your
serum left her vulnerable,

you're gonna be getting
revenge on the wrong person.

Because Max didn't take
your sister from you.

All he ever did... was love you.

Things will be different this time.

No more secrets.

Well, let's keep a few between us.

Like the real reason we can't
go to Luigi's anymore?

Isobel?

Baby...

Isobel?

- You paged?
- Come here.

Yeah. A few hours ago,
everything was fine

with Isobel's blood sample, but
suddenly something has changed.

Her cells are degrading rapidly.

The serum is attacking her cytoplasm.

Her cells are rotting.

What?

Is-Is-Isobel.

At the current rate of degeneration...

Isobel will be dead by
the end of the day.

I need a doctor!

You have to stop.

- I'm gonna try again.
- It's not working, Max.

I'm not injured, you can't heal me.

Hurry. Noah is in the waiting room.

- You gonna barf?
- No.

What now?

I...

I'd normally suggest making
phone calls to loved ones.

We... There has to be
something more we can do.

We should call Mom.

No. No.

Why now? Why today, of all days?

I've been looking for
leverage my entire life.

And then, what do you know?

I find something that
I-I can't quite explain

at the Valenti cabin.

I've actually learned a lot
in these last few weeks.

I went into the Dark
Web and found a world

of government conspiracies.

And you know what, they
all led back to you.

So I followed you here a few times.

I reconstructed one of
those burner phones

that you're always throwing away.

And then, finally,

I called Mom.

When you're trying to
hack enemy intelligence,

the key is to find a flaw in
the system and exploit it.

You're the flaw, Dad.

_

Liz, you-you created this stuff.

You can create the antidote.

There's not enough time.

It...

Alex, I've kept all this
from you for your own good.

Because of this project,
our family, the Valentis,

have suffered for decades.

I'm trying to protect you, son.

So, is Kyle Valenti in the know?

Of course he is.

He's a real man, right?

He's not my child, is he?

I don't have the same
obligation to keep him safe.

Wh-What are you talking about, Dad?!

When I was 17, I wanted to make music.

You sent me to war.

You are not trying to protect me.

You think that I would
compromise your mission.

Because you think I'm weak.
Because I'm gay.

And what's your endgame here?

I want to destroy the
thing that you love.

And I want to make you watch.

Like I said, I'm trying to protect you.

The project recently confirmed
Michael Guerin's involvement

- in terrorist activity.
- _

♪ I don't want to be a substitute ♪

♪ For the smoke you've been inhaling ♪

♪ Well, what do you thank me ♪

- ♪ What do you thank me for? ♪
- The hell you doing?

Max thinks you're in your lair,

mixing up a miracle cure for Isobel.

I am working on it. Okay?

Rosa got all the creative
juice in my family.

The art and dance and
poetry genes were used up

by the time I came along,

so when I need to get
creative, I turn to wine

and Jagged Little Pill,
channel my inner Rosa.

Did you come up with anything?

Yeah.

You.

You're a secret genius.

I could never figure out why
you didn't go to school.

But then I realized,
what you want to learn,

they don't teach at UNM.

What do you know, Michael?

What kind of alien science
do you have up your sleeve?

Nothing I can trust you with.

- I am trying to help you.
- Oh.

Max may not see you, but I do.

How you manipulated him
into being your lab rat,

how you use him and Valenti.

You don't want to save Isobel,

not after what she did.

Hell, I'm not even sure I blame you.

But I can't trust you.

I'm gonna go back to the hospital.

I can't let Max watch her die alone.

I can't let him watch her die at all.

Everything you know

about where the three of
you came from is in there?

You mean that hole doesn't
look like the kind of place

you'd hide the secrets of the universe?

No, it...

And that's the point. Got it.

Think it used to be a fallout shelter.

Is that from the UFO?

Unverified,

but.. yeah.

No. Don't...

Don't touch that.

What's under there won't save Isobel.

Where did you find all of this?

I... dug some of it up,

bought some of it on the
Dark Web, stole anything

legit from the UFO emporium.

You're trying to rebuild your ship,

aren't you?

Liz.

There's something you should know...

before we do this.

Ten years ago,

you didn't leave town
of your own volition.

After Rosa died, Max was a wreck.

He couldn't watch you grieve.

He was gonna break

and he was gonna tell you the truth,

and we couldn't let him.

So Isobel got inside your head.

She convinced you to leave town.

It's before graduation,

before Rosa's funeral.

Without Max.

Max was gonna tell me the truth?

Yeah.

He was real messed up.

- Why are you telling me this?
- 'Cause I'm tired

of all the lies, and if
I'm gonna let you mess

with Isobel's chemistry, I want you

to do it knowing all the facts.

Isobel didn't make me leave.

I was always gonna go. I
had a route mapped out

- since sophomore year.
- You don't understand.

Isobel can't control people, right?

Just influence them?

What's that?

Max showed you our pods, right?

I extracted this from
them a few years back.

It evaporates upon contact
with Earth's atmosphere,

which makes it pretty hard
to break down the compound.

If-if this liquid kept you in stasis,

not aging for 50 years, then
that's exactly what we need.

I mean, I have access to
the equipment we need

to figure out its-its
regenerative properties.

Aah! Okay, no. Damn it.
There's not enough time.

Yes. Yes, there is.

You were right.

The two of us working together...

We can figure out a way.

Come on.

Oh.

How many times do I have to tell
you that reading on the move...

is a dangerous hobby?

Uh, what are you doing here?

Did someone call you? I-Isobel's fine.

Oh, I know. It's just...

well, Grace Glass went through
this about two years ago.

Skinny margs and anxiety meds.
It happens.

Still, I brought Isobel a robe

and some magazines.

That's great, but she's fine.

You know? She doesn't need...

What?

Of course she doesn't need me.

You know what?

Just give her the magazines.

Wait, Mom, wait.

It's just...

you and Isobel, you never
let me be a mother.

What are you talking about? Uh...

You and Dad were great parents.

We were happy.

- We never needed anything.
- Including me.

You guys gave us so much.

Maybe we didn't know
how to ask for more.

Noah's with Isobel right now.

Okay? But I'm sure
she'd love to see you.

It's ok... it's fine.

I'll just come back tomorrow.

Okay.

Yeah, no, tomorrow...
tomorrow will be great.

Hey, man.

What's going on? Nobody's
given me an update.

She coughed up so much blood.

Is it her liver?

You should talk to Max.

I can't disclose any...

I'm her husband.

I'm next of kin.

Then let me treat her.

Please.

These pods are our key to stopping time.

To keeping Isobel alive,
in stasis, while we work.

And we just have to figure out
a way to get her in there.

What is that?

Straight nail polish remover.

It won't solve any problems,
but neither does morphine.

I don't understand why
you're being so nice to me.

You know what I did.

I did my medical internship in Idaho.

I was a cocky bastard.

Thought I'd sail through and become Dr.
McSexy in no time.

But day one,

there was a mass shooting
at a school nearby.

The hospital was chaos.

I was a mess.

You think you know trauma, and then...

I'm trying to calm parents
down in the waiting room,

and I see on TV that the shooter
was brought to my hospital.

I get back to triage,

and I ask my resident,
"Which one was the killer?"

You know what he said?

He told me to shut up and do my job.

Because in a hospital, it
doesn't matter what someone did

before they came through the doors.

And I'm not a murderer.

I'm just a... dying girl.

No.

In here, you're not dying
until you're dead.

Why are you trying to frame Michael?

Haven't you done enough to him?

You assume I'm framing him
simply because you're blinded

by your perversions.

He has been targeting you
for over a decade now.

Our family is the enemy of
his kind because we spent

70 years trying to protect
humanity from their assault.

He's using you to infiltrate.

Alex, these aliens are monsters,

I mean, are you reading any of that?

Open your eyes, son!

It's all there, incident after incident

of unprovoked violence
against innocent...

Do not talk to me about
unprovoked violence!

Do you hear me?

And you are not looking for justice.

You are using this operation to
target people that you hate.

And that stops right now.

We got to figure out the key to get in.

If it's tech, there's got to be
a seam that we can penetrate.

Unless it's organic, and
it's some kind of membrane.

How did you withdraw the substance?

It's trial and error.

Silver needle worked in the end.

You have to go get her.

I will figure this out
by the time you're back.

Isobel doesn't have long.

Silver.

Silver...

You were right.

I did some reading.

That defibrillator could have fried me.

Two caskets.

Isobel, I am so...

I am so mad at you.

For doing this to yourself
in the first place,

and for leaving Michael and I
alone on this stupid planet.

All day I've been thinking...

I wish I loved you less.

'Cause this is not something I survive.

Okay, if you were trying to-to slip away

without taking anyone else
with you, you failed.

You failed. You failed.

'Cause losing, losing you

is gonna kill me.

I got good news.

Well, I got news that's, that's not bad.

We can save her.

It's not ideal,

- and things could go wrong, but...
- I want to live.

I want a chance.

Yeah.

So here's how this is gonna go.

There's a flight leaving at
dawn for the facility in Niger.

You're gonna decide to
oversee the training.

And when it is time to
come back to the base,

you're gonna request a
transfer out of Roswell.

And if you ever come back,
I will alert the Pentagon

that you have been
running Project Shepherd

for the last eight years.

That's right, Dad.

I know the Feds shut you down in 2010.

They cut your funding

and you've been running this
farce with family money

against protocol, against direct orders.

And if you decide to not do as I say,

I'll expose you.

You'll be dishonorably discharged.

That will be your legacy.

Not much of a Manes man.

Enjoy your freedom, Pops.

Liz!

They're on their way now.

She wanted to say goodbye to Noah,

tell him she's going to
rehab, but we can't...

- find him anywhere.
- I think I did it.

I combined synthetic exothermic enzymes

and melted down my jewelry
to create a solution

that should manipulate the
properties of the membrane.

- Michael.
- Max... Don't fall.

Come sit down.

Okay. Okay.

How long is she gonna be in there?

Could take months, years.

We will not stop until we
find a way to save her.

Last time we came out of those pods,

we lost our memories of home.

What if she comes out,
she doesn't remember us?

We'll remind her.

Of everything. Hmm.

- Promise?
- I promise.

Isobel.

Are you ready?

Are you?

Don't ask me that.

Are you okay?

I'm lucky, right?

She has a chance at
survival thanks to you.

Oh, she is going to survive this.

Liz.

You should forgive her.

Missing her will hurt
less if you aren't angry.

I'm glad she made me leave town, Max.

I saw two oceans that summer.

Besides, you and I...

weren't meant to be together.

8-A-14, clear.

Nothing's come up.

Fine.

Uh, I'm going out of town.

There's a training program in Niger

that requires my attention.

Fly safe.

But I need you to be my eyes
and ears while I'm gone.

Should you see any signs of
strange electrical phenomena

or handprints where there
should be no handprints,

I will need to be notified immediately.

Right.

Fractal patterns, freaky symbols,

- handprints... on it.
- And additionally,

you're gonna provide me
with some intel on my son.

And remember, I can have
your sister transferred

back to maximum security
with just one call.

Thank you.

That was quick.

Yeah.

Really could've made a new one.

I need this one.

My, my mom's not doing great.

She tends to wander.

But no matter what, when
she sees this sign,

she, she knows she's safe.

She knows it lights the way home.

♪ If I could take sunlight... ♪

Like a beacon.

♪ And place it into your eyes... ♪

Hmm.

♪ If I could... ♪

Figured it'd be something
cheesy like that.

Jerk.

♪ Into your arms ♪

♪ If I could give you the
world, would you come back... ♪

A beacon.

Hey.

I decided to cook you dinner.

Because you do look thin.

Max?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

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