All language subtitles for roswell.new.mexico.s01e08

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Roswell, New Mexico...

KYLE:
I'd forgotten about this place.

Our dads' old hunting cabin.

MIMI:
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?

MAX:
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.

ISOBEL: 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.

♪ ♪

You look thin.

(Chuckles) So do you.

Really? Thank you.

(Both Laugh)

How are you and Dad doing?

Yeah. Wonderful, of course.

(Clears Throat)
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.

(Chuckles Softly)

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?

(Quietly): 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... (Exhales)

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.

(Sighs)

(Keypad Beeping)

(Lock Clanks)

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.

(Grunts Softly)

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.

(Sighs)

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.

(Sighs)

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.

(Paper Rustling)

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...

(Sighs) I hope he found it.

You killed
Rosa Ortecho.

Yes.

(Gasps)

(Exhales)

(Shudders)

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.

(Scoffs)

Please tell me
you're not sleeping with Maria.

Never.

What are you doing here?

(Paper Rustling)

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... (sighs)

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.

(Sighs)

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.

(Sighs)

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.
(Sighs)

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.

(Ringtone Playing)

(Sighs) Okay. Kyle, just...

text me if she exhibits
any reactions.

(Door Opens)
(Sighs)

(Keys Clacking)

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.

(Chuckles): 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.

(Sighs)

(Low Buzzing)

Whoa.

What are you doing?

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

but...

it's not working.

(Exhales Softly)
It's like I'm broken.

(Gasps)

I think the serum worked.

MAX: Yeah, me, too.

(Chuckles)

(Sighs)

LIZ: Okay, so we'll occlude
the coronary artery

of half the mice,
reperfuse it...

DR. AVILA: And then
sacrifice them two weeks later.

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

MICHAEL: 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?

(Both Laugh)

(Whispers): Isobel?

(Grunts Softly)

(Clears Throat)
Baby...

(Coughing)

Isobel?
(Pants)

You paged?

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.

(Groans)

What?

Is-Is-Isobel.

At the current rate
of degeneration...

Isobel will be dead
by the end of the day.

I need a doctor!

(Pained Grunting)

You have to stop.

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

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

(Pained Groaning)

Hurry. Noah is in the waiting room.

(Crying Out)

(Isobel Coughing)

You gonna barf?
No.

(Retching)

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.

(Computer Beeps)

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?

(Chuckles)

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?

(Sighs)

I want to destroy the
thing that you love.

And I want to make you watch.

(Computer Chimes)

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 ♪
(sighs)

♪ For the smoke you've been inhaling ♪

♪ Well, what do you thank me ♪

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

(Music Playing Through Earbuds)

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.

(Sighs)

Did you come up
with anything?

(Sighs) 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.

(High-Pitched Ringing)

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.

(High-Pitched Ringing)

(Panting)

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.

(Speaks Spanish)

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?

(Sighs)

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.

I have an idea.

Oh. (Giggles)

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.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

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.

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

(Laughs, Sniffles)

(Door Closes)

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.

(Door Opens)

(Door Closes)

(Exhales)

(Panting)

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.

(Laughs)
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...

(Sighs)

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.

(Exhales)

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.

(Whispers):
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.

(Crying):
You know, all day... (sniffs)

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.
(Door Opens)

(Michael Exhales)

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.

(Exhales)

♪ ♪

MICHAEL: 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.
LIZ: 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.

MAX: Michael. Max... Don't fall.

Come sit down.

(grunts) 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.

(exhales) 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.

♪ Light reaches for me ♪

♪ I'm awake ♪

♪ For the first time ♪

♪ It's too late ♪

♪ I'm on the other side ♪

♪ Ooh... ooh... ♪

♪ My genesis ♪

♪ This is where it ♪

♪ All begins ♪

♪ My genesis ♪

♪ This is where it ♪

♪ All begins ♪

♪ This is where it ♪

♪ All begins. ♪

♪ ♪

(Exhales)

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.

(Exhales)

Besides, you and I...

weren't meant to be together.

♪ ♪

(Shudders)

DISPATCHER (Over Radio):
8-A-14, clear.

Nothing's come up.

Fine.

Uh, I'm going out of town.

(Chuckles)

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... ♪

MICHAEL:
A beacon.

Hey.

I decided to cook you dinner.

Because you do look thin.

Max?

Hey.
(Whimpering)

Hey.

(Sobbing)
Hey.

(Shushing)