All language subtitles for Roswell.New.Mexico.S01E05.Dont.Speak

Previously
on Roswell, New Mexico...

Aliens are amongst us,
working to undermine

the very fabric of our society.

My dad knew about aliens.

That's how I got the autopsy.

Liz confronted me last night.

She knows that Rosa
was killed by an alien.

If Liz Ortecho
turns on any of us,

you will get inside
of her head and erase it,

make her leave Roswell,

just like you did ten years ago.

I don't think I'm strong enough
to change Liz's mind.

Liz Ortecho's looking
for a murderer.

I'm gonna confess.

After all, I'm the one
that killed those girls.

Your valve cover was shot.

I'm not letting you
turn yourself in.

Look, why don't we hit the road,
the three of us.

You're not hitting anything

unless you get a new
coolant temperature sensor.

If you tell Liz you did it,

she's not gonna stop
until she gets justice.

Okay? If you get exposed,
Isobel and I get exposed.

You don't think they're gonna
wonder where you came from?

Huh? Is that... Look into
your history? I mean,

the three naked, mute kids
who just appeared one day?

If you go down,

we all go down,
whether you like it or not.

Perfect timing.

Hey, man.

What, uh, what
brings you out here?

Early morning rations run.

Figured the three of you
could use it.

Well, thank you.

Where's Iz?

She's not here.

Well, she didn't
come home last night.

And when she doesn't come home,
she's with you guys.

Always.

Yeah, she was. She-she passed
out on my couch, you know.

Gave her some wine,
old home movies, you know.

A lot of wine.
Yeah.

And now she's...?

Goat yoga.

Yeah, we'll call you if we,
if we hear from her. Yeah.

I'll talk to
you guys then, yeah.

S-See you.
All right, sounds good.

Thanks, Cam.

Her car was picked up
by Cowboy Ruckus on 285.

There was no sign of a struggle,
but the keys were still inside.

Ah, when I dropped her off
last night, she was exhausted.

Noah wasn't back from
work yet, so I figured,

I figured she'd go
right back to sleep.

You want to try calling her again?
Yeah, all right.

What the...?

What's up, Doc?

What?
Nothing.

You're just... Wow.

Uh,
what's got you so dressed up?

Interview for that
research position.

Huh.
Okay.

No offense, but you...
do not look so "wow."

I've been up all night,
processing the fact

that everything I knew about

my dead dad was a lie.

My mom gave me this.

When he died, she went
through all his stuff

and put anything unsavory
into this box.

So far, I've learned that my dad

had two stints in rehab
for booze in the '80s,

multiple affairs
over his entire marriage,

and, oh, yeah,

a pervasive obsession
with aliens.

Rosa drew this.

I still hoped I was wrong
about them having an affair.

Me, too. Teenage addict
with a record

and the town sheriff...
the optics are ugly.

Listen,

this has been a lot.

I have to work,
and I haven't slept.

Is it okay if we maybe
pump the brakes

on the sleuthing for one day?

My dad and your sister
aren't going to be

any less dead tomorrow.

I got stuff to do, too.

I'll call you tomorrow.

June 8, the night Rosa died.

Roswell Police. Go ahead.

Yes, police?

I'm pretty sure someone
is trying to tip my cows.

I-I'm pretty sure
it's my husband.

Roswell Police. Go ahead.

Ms. Ortecho?

Uh, Dr. Avila.

Nice to meet you.
You, too.

Please, come on back.

Our study was controversial.

There were some
ethical complaints

regarding componentation.

The usual.
Right.

But the work that you're doing
with vessel regrowth is amazing.

I mean, a few years ago,
people never could have imagined

this kind of progress
in stem cell research.

I mean, it's borderline
science fiction.

Look, this kind of science,
healing what others believe

to be irreparable,
is important to me.

It's all I've ever wanted to do.

Roswell Police. Go ahead.

Um, my boyfriend thinks
he's a cabbage...

Hello, 911?

I have regretfully
become a cabbage.

Roswell Police. Go ahead.

I'm at the turquoise mines

working on my documentary
and, uh...

- Sir?
- People are, uh,

floating in the middle
of the desert.

Th... uh, three of them.
Teenagers.

Floating... in the air?

You know,
never mind, I got to go.

Just try to stop me.

Send the lizard people,
another earthquake,

another phony tidal wave.

I cut through the scrim
of falsity that you'll believe

is a concrete wall.

I don't have time for your
hilarious mockery today, lady.

Cool. Me neither.

I just want to know exactly
what you saw in the desert

the night my sister
was murdered.

I heard you on the police
tip line that night.

You said you saw
three people floating?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I recognized your voice.

Because you subscribe
to my podcast?

Because it haunts my nightmares.

Okay, look, I know people
say they don't believe you,

but I do

this time.

I need details.

I need the video.

There is no video.

You said on the tape that you
were making a documentary.

Nothing is an accident, got it?

No.

People who talk end up dead.

Clear?

You could try knocking.
It's less of a felony,

but it's also less dramatic,

so depends on
what you're going for.

I'm getting worried, Iz.

But call me when you get this.

Big alien fan?

Sure.

I'm Liz. You're Isobel's
husband, right?

Noah Bracken. You haven't seen
her around today, have you?

No, sorry.

Yeah, I'm secretly
a nerd for this, too.

Well, if you're looking
for alien scoop,

Grant Green's got all his stuff

in storage
during the renovations.

It's just north
of the Long farm.

Slip him $20, and he'll
give you a private tour.

If you see Isobel...
Yeah, I'll tell her to call you.

I'd forgotten about this place.

Our dad's old hunting cabin.

Your dad's, technically.

So you want to tell me why
you drove all the way out here?

Legacy, I guess.

This place wasn't part
of the assets in his will.

Guess I wanted to know
what happened to it.

Well, when I got back from Iraq,
he left me the key

and a letter telling me
I could have the place.

I figured that you knew.

No.

Why would he leave
this place to you,

instead of me or my mom?

I... I don't know.

When I got back,
he had already passed.

I never got a chance to ask.

You recognize this?

Yeah. Key chain
looks like mine,

but that key's too small
for the door.

Mind if I poke around and
see if I can find the lock?

Then I'll take off.

When I got here,
I put everything

that reminded me of the
good ol' days in the closet.

Go nuts.

What the hell are you
gonna do, shoot her?

We don't know what
we're walking into.

She could be in trouble.

She could be the trouble.

Her car was picked
up from this spot.

What brought her out here?

Doesn't matter
unless we find her.

Oh, you don't have questions?

We don't even know what
causes these blackouts. I do.

Trauma.

Last time she had

an episode like this was
near the end of high school,

when she was afraid
I was gonna abandon her.

Okay, now she thinks
she's gonna lose you,

she thinks she's lost me to Liz;
she's freaking out, man.

It's triggering her.

Or maybe it's all this talk
about Rosa.

Max... maybe it's time
we tell her the truth.

That is out of the question.

Just try and call her.

Come on.

Let's go.

Isobel.

Max.

Got her.

That's not a lock.

Yeah, got distracted.

Do you remember that night
your dad made us

set up that tent to teach us
extreme weather survival?

Yeah.

Your dad had driven home
for the night,

so mine concocted a brand-new
form of kiddie torture.

We found a way to
sneak back inside.

We were a good team.

Yeah.

Until you grew one chest hair

and instantly became
a nightmare of a bully.

Like some bro jock
from an '80s movie.

I don't know why
I was like that.

Because I was gay.

People started to notice,
and you were afraid that,

if you were nice to me, people
would think you were gay, too.

I'm sorry, I-I didn't think that...
Don't.

Please. I don't know
if you've noticed,

but I've been
through a lot worse

than your locker room
taunting at this point.

How much longer do you
think this is gonna take?

I don't know.

Whoa. Damn it.

Whoa.

Hey, um, uh, help me move this.

What the hell?

Did you know about this?

No, dude.

Okay, so this is the point
in the horror movie

where the audience starts
screaming, "No, don't do that."

What's the worst thing
we can find?

What... Literal skeletons.

There she is.

Isobel.

What happened?

I don't know.

It's happening again.

Just like it was before.

It's okay, it's okay.
We're here, we got you.

We're not gonna let anything bad
happen to you, okay?

I think I'd prefer skeletons.

Why did you really come here?

I'm looking
into Rosa Ortecho's death.

Liz's sister?
The DUI?

Liz has questions.

What, you think that your dad
had something to do with it?

I think Rosa and my dad
were having an affair.

No.

Your dad was a good guy.

You know why he left me
this house, and not you?

Because you were fine.

You were popular.

You were at the top
of your class in med school.

Your mom loved you.

I wasn't loved.

My mom was gone.

My dad was a homophobic,
abusive dick.

And your dad saw it.

He left me these keys so that
I would have a place to go.

He wasn't the type of person
who would take advantage

of a desperate teenager.

He would help them.

Hello? Mr. Green?

Qu� susto.

Roswell, 1947.

While the men, women
and children

of this quiet
New Mexico town slept,

a force greater...

Who sent you?

Look.

This is for detoxing.

My dad had been through
the 12 Steps.

A couple times.

Maybe... he was trying
to keep her in here

to get her clean?

Or maybe I'm just
thinking wishfully again

and I need to get a grip.

Something isn't right.

Uh, yeah. "Wrong" would be
closer to my choice of words.

It's locked.

Your key.

Okay, I just want
to talk, Grant.

Can you put the gun down?

Please?

Yeah.

Oh!

I'm on a watch list.

Okay.

I am actually interested
in your documentary.

I know I was skeptical
in the past,

but... you may be right.

You don't think that.

I have seen things, Grant.

I want to know who sent you.

How you heard that police tip...

I thought you would be impressed
with my passion

for uncovering the truth.

I'm "intrepid."

I told you,
there's nothing on the tape.

Look, before The Gravity
of It All podcast,

I was a peyote documentarian.

Highly respected
in peyote documentary circles.

So you were tripping
that night out in the desert?

Out of my mind.

That's why they didn't
worry about silencing you.

They figured no one
would believe you anyway.

You weren't a loose end.

Who's "they"?

You tell me.

A couple of guys showed
up later that year.

I, uh, gave them a tape.

It was either that
or a slow death.

Of course, it wasn't the tape.

I thought you'd be
well on your way

to San Quentin by now.

Guessing you didn't
confess all your sins?

Nah, he's not going anywhere.

Max thinks my idea

of me confessing is what set you
off on this little spirit quest.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean,
the last time you had

an episode was in high school.

I thought maybe something
triggered old trauma.

You know? I don't know, like

your fear that someone you love
will be taken away from you?

Who, Michael?

What, are you kidding?

No. I'm already dreaming up
ways to convert that Airstream

into a shabby-chic
Instagram trap.

No, I don't think it's trauma.

I think I just

exhausted myself
trying to use my powers

to get Liz out of town.

I don't think I anticipated
how much harder

it was gonna be this time.

Harder?

Yeah, you know,
'cause I'm out of practice,

so everything is
harder this time.

That's not what you meant.

Max, that's what she...
Isobel.

Have you messed
with Liz's mind before?

She told you.

She tried at the drive-in.

That's why you suggested it.

Not because
it was some brilliant idea

y'all had come up with,

but because it worked before.

You made Liz leave.

After Rosa, after high school.

She didn't abandon me,
you sent her away.

Say it.

Give me that much.

I'd recognize
his hands anywhere.

My dad didn't have an affair
with Liz's sister.

He had an affair with her mom.

That's why he was trying
to help Rosa sober up.

That's why he was never the same
after she died.

Rosa was his daughter.

I always knew

we weren't alone.

Now, as I got older,
I tried to fight it.

You know, deny what I knew
in my core was true.

They exist.

Rosa...

Y-Y-You had this the whole time?

Why didn't you tell
anyone about it?

Because I'm not stupid.

I took the money,
rather than a slow death.

What money?

What... no, I've said too much.

People who talk end up dead.

You literally talk
more than anybody

has ever talked ever,
in history.

Well, not about anything real.

I get it.

S-So someone pays you

to-to flood the airwaves

with-with bogus
conspiracy theories

and extremist propaganda,
and anything real

seems small in comparison.

Alien fake news.

You should hear
my 9/11 theories.

- Who paid you to stay quiet?
- All you had to do

was not talk.

I should have known!
Quiet, for once.

Bars on the windows.

We got to figure out a way
to get out of here.

No! Every general
and scientist

who investigated
the original crash... dead.

Okay? Your sister,
I bet she knew.

Dead. Jim Valenti,
he knew. Dead.

Now Liz Ortecho and Grant Green.

How many shots was that?

What? Shots. Six, and he has to reload.
That's our chance.

That was four.

We have to split up.
No.

You broke in,
I tried to stop you.

No. Wait. What are you...?

Five, six.

We were just trying
to protect the secret, Max.

You were all smitten

and messed up
and you wanted to tell Liz.

I wasn't smitten. I loved her.

How was I supposed to know that?
I don't know,

Isobel, maybe if you were
a damn mind reader!

I thought you had a crush.

A dangerous one that could
threaten all of our lives,

including yours.

A-And you've made the rules
our entire lives.

"Never be extraordinary."

Just once,
we made a game-time decision.

It was for your own good.

You lied for ten years!

Sometimes you keep things
from the people

that you love
to protect them. Hey,

kind of like how you've been
lying to the love

of your life about
this little murder thing.

You know? Rosa
and her friends?

Well, ever since Liz drove away,
I have never been happy.

Not once.

I have been idling

because I don't think
I deserved a goodbye.

And do you know what got me
out of bed in the morning?

How much I loved you two.

Look.

This is ancient history.

It's not!

It is right now.

I need to talk to Liz.

Where is she?

I don't know. How would I know?

You got into her head
a couple days ago.

The connection is still there.

Find her, Isobel!

What-what, what is it?

She's in trouble.

Give me your keys.

Give me your keys!

She's near the Long farm.

Hey.

Roswell, 1947.

While the men, women
and children

of this quiet
New Mexico town slept,

a force greater than any of them

could ever have imagined
hovered above.

It started out
as a burst of light

burning through the night sky.

Was it a shooting star?

A comet? Or something more?

Aliens landed that night,
proving we...

Who did you tell?

Wyatt!

Who did you tell?

I'll tell you everything.

Let me out first, please.

I have nothing to lose.

Wyatt!

Why are you doing this?

Wyatt!

It's me.

Are you okay?

It's Wyatt Long.

I am... sorry

for dragging you into all this.

Kyle.

How many men do you know
who were a father

to any and every kid
who needed one?

That's who Jim Valenti was.

And he was yours.

The dad I got

was a monster. Is a monster.

Because he sent you off to war?

My father was my war.

And your dad saw it,
when we were kids.

Do you remember the summer

that we built the tree house?
Yeah.

That's the summer that my dad
found out I was gay.

He knew before I did.

He thought he could
beat it out of me.

Jim tried to intervene.

But you can't make someone
stop hating someone.

And my dad hated me.

You've got it wrong, you know.

My dad didn't leave you
that key because

he thought you were weak.

He would've never thought that
about you.

You're the bravest person
I know.

Is there anyone else here?
Greg Green.

Somewhere. Okay.
Follow me. Stay close.

Don't move.

On your knees now.

We got to go.

Stay behind me.

It's Wyatt...

Max!

Max. Hey.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Max.

Max.

Max.

I'm sorry.

Max.

No.

I went to the hospital;
they said you left.

Did you do self-surgery?

I'm not wired like you.

I can't have doctors
finding out.

This thing doesn't
make any sense.

Wyatt is a racist with
a chip on his shoulder,

but he's also a coward.

A-And murdering Grant Green,
going after you... Max.

Can I look at the wound, please?

I'm fine.
You're obviously in a lot of pain.

Why are you here?

You showed up when I needed you.

So...

? Ooh ?

? Ooh ?

? Nothing is as it seems ?

? Questioning... ?

I know this looks
a little crazy.

You always wear your
nightgown to goat yoga?

What yoga?

Um...

I'm gonna, uh...

? Die trying... ?

I'm gonna, I'm gonna go.

? Ooh ?

Is there someone else?

No.

No, my God, no, no.

Listen, I actually can explain.

? Where can you run when... ?

Can you explain that?

My grandfather used to hide

his booze in old
laundry detergent bottles.

Is that what this is?

They were hidden all
over the house, Isobel.

I want to be here for you.

But you have to come clean,
you have to tell me the truth.

That is the only way
this can work.

? Where can you run ?

? When the war is in your... ?

I can't do this, Isobel.

I can't tell you.

? You fight... ?

Noah, I'm sorry.

? In the dark... ?

I'm sorry.

I thought you might say that.

? Where can you run... ?

No. No.

I just need some time.

? Where can you run ?

Noah.

? Darkness within. ?

You didn't leave?

Where'd Noah go?

I'm a liar.

I'm just...

...so tired.

Me, too.

I was terrified tonight.

Yeah, you had that weasel
pointing a gun at you, so...

Not for me.

You know, when you showed up,

I knew I was safe.

I knew it in my bones.

But my gut...

still tells me not to trust you.

How does that make
any logical sense?

The heart isn't logical, Liz.

I mean, love makes you do...

crazy things.

It makes you do
beautiful things.

And terrible things.

Things you'd never do.

Y-You're not talking about me.

You're talking
about someone else.

Is this about Rosa?

Max?

Everything I do is a cover-up.

I don't know how to
feel about my husband

because I don't know
how he feels about me.

Because...

he doesn't know me
because I don't know me

because everything I do
is an act.

Maybe it's time...

...we all tell
the truth to the people we love.

Yeah.

Or the secrets are just gonna...

tear us all apart.

Well...

at least there are no more
secrets between the three of us.

Not anymore.

What?

You didn't cover up

my sister's murder
because you killed her.

You covered it up
because someone you love did.

Those... the three bodies.

Floating out of the cave,
that was Michael.

He... He-he couldn't
move them be...

his hand, it was broken
then, wasn't it?

So, h-he moved them
with his... mind.

How do you know about the cave?

You have no idea...

how much I know.

The mark.
How is that possible?

What is it, Michael?

What's the secret?

I didn't kill
those girls, Isobel.

You know who did.

You've always known.

No.

That's not your hand.

Yours is too big.

And Michael's was broken then.

So that is why

you have,
you've covered all of this up.

That is, that is why
you have been lying

all of this time.

Because the person
that you love most in the world

is the one who did it.

Tell the truth...
for once.

It was Isobel, wasn't it?

Yes.