All language subtitles for Roswell, New Mexico - 01x11 - Champagne Supernova.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

All this time, I never remembered her,

but I remember now.

I was friends with Rosa Ortecho.

I want to be with you.

That's why I told you the truth today.

Alex is one of my best friends.

I never would've slept with you

if I knew you two had history.

It can't happen again.

There have been a few
unexplained deaths.

One link between all the victims
is that they had that stamp

on their wrists when they died.

If what you're suggesting is true,

we aren't investigating a serial killer,

we are investigating

an alien serial killer.

I think this was a targeted attack.

What if this was about the other work

that I've been doing in here?

The antidote and the serum,

they're all gone.

I just told you, I don't remember.

I really blacked it all out.

I think there's a fourth alien,

and I think maybe your sister

is innocent of all of this.

What if the fourth alien can...

Get in people's minds
when they're blacked out

and convince them to commit murder.

Then I think they're far more dangerous

than anything we've seen before.

_

When faced with a true threat

to your survival, trust can
be your greatest comfort...

and your greatest weakness.

Do you trust your family?

Do you trust your best friend?

What about your own mind?

Do you trust your own heart?

Do you really trust the person

you love most in the world?

You shouldn't.

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The memory wasn't mine. I'm telling you.

It's like someone else
was inside of my body.

It was like they were using it.

I can influence someone,

you know, but this fourth alien,

they were much stronger than that.

They were controlling me.

It was like I wasn't even present.

So we're back to square one.

Anyone could've killed my sister.

Well, someone's guilty. Rosa
was just the beginning.

Except for Rosa, all of
the victims were targeted

after Ranchero Night at the Wild Pony.

Maria's meal for the disenfranchised.

The next Ranchero Night is next week,

which doesn't give us much time

before someone else could end up dead.

All right, I'm gonna head to work.

Cam and I will build a profile.

And I'm gonna head to the hospital.

The killer took most of the serum

when they wrecked my lab.

We need to make more. We
only have one dose left.

How does the killer
know about the serum?

Killer seems to know about everything.

They could've possessed
anyone at any time,

they could've overheard us.

They've gotten away with 14 murders.

They need to believe they're
still in the clear.

So just pretend aliens don't exist

and we live in a boring, quiet town

- where nothing ever happens.
- Yes.

Max and I will go to
work, Isobel will host

the UFO Emporium grand
reopening gala tonight,

as planned, and Michael

will spend his time however
Michael spends his time.

Okay?

Hey, so...

this gala tonight,

would you be my date?

Unfortunately, I've already accepted

another man's request for my company.

Right. Your dad.

Yeah. I promised him
we would go together.

But I'll see you there.

- Right?
- Yeah. I can't wait.

Your ballroom dancing skills
improve since high school?

Oh, they have definitely

gotten much worse.

Ranchero Night isn't an accident.
I mean, the killer

targets undocumented immigrants,

homeless people, young drug addicts,

our most vulnerable citizens.

And he expects us to not look
into those deaths too closely.

So the killer is able to
incept or possess people

who have conditions that
cause blackouts, right?

Alcoholics, epileptics,
people like Isobel

who have blackouts triggered by trauma.

Cameron, Evans.

I'm supposed to let you know

they're bringing Wyatt Long in.

Uh, he's on house arrest awaiting trial.

His lawyer says

he has information you may want.

That lowlife wants to make a deal?

Let me play bad cop this time, Evans.

It looks better on me.

Isobel!

Whoa. Easy, killer.

I realize now that was a
poor choice of words.

I'm fine.

You're jumpy.

Whoever did this used powers
that I didn't know I had

to kill a girl I didn't
even know I knew.

You said you two were friends.

Maybe more. I...

I don't know.

Wasn't she troubled?

That's a word for it.

I've spent years pretending
that I'm not what I am,

so I never honed my skills.

Maybe if I... if I practiced,

I could get stronger, you know,
I could have more control.

I-I don't think more crazy
alien stuff is the answer.

I don't like feeling like a victim.

You have me now.

We're stronger together.

Let's make a pact.

No more powers.

When you use them,

you get sick, you black out.
You become an easy mark.

Promise me.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Were you about to pretend
you didn't see me?

No.

I just didn't recognize you in daylight.

What, are you planning
on feeding an army?

I'm gonna pull an all-nighter.

You're not going to the gala, then?

No. No, I couldn't decide
which of my tuxedos to wear,

so I'm gonna skip it.

Alex is skipping it, too.

I guess he spent enough time
there during high school.

Look, it's over.

It's been over.

You didn't do anything wrong.

No offense, Guerin,

but you are not exactly the
arbiter of friendship.

Is the cage really necessary?

Well, if it smells like a stray dog...

Easy, Cameron.

On second thought, maybe
it's safer in here.

I know. Last time I saw
you, we got a little upset.

But I don't believe you
killed Grant Green.

I think you were set up.

Now, I could testify as much,

if the information you say
you have is worth it.

My buddy Hank says y'all
were investigating a murder.

Carla, the hot Mexican
from Ranchero Night.

What do you know about Carla?

I saw her on Cinco de Mayo

at the Wild Pony.

I was leaving, and I heard yelling

from the delivery door.
Carla was back there,

screaming her head off,

in some kind of a fight
with Maria DeLuca.

Damn.

Maybe the killer's
possessing Wyatt right now,

trying to throw us off. It's not Maria.

She's Liz's best friend. Liz would know.

Yeah, and we spent 12 hours a day

in a car together for two years,

and I never once thought,
"Hmm, he kind of smells

like an intergalactic
crime fighter today."

Fair. All right. I'll keep
an eye on her at the gala,

see if Liz noticed anything strange.

Hey, before you guys go
on your donut break,

- I want to finalize my deal.
- Deal?

I don't remember anything about a deal.

- Do you, Evans?
- No.

I don't quite recollect that at all.

You lied to me.

You told me that you
believed that I was set up,

that you'd testify as much!

I don't believe you were responsible

for Grant Green's death.

I think you were a puppet for
someone much stronger than you.

But you are a racist sack of stupid

with years of your daddy bailing
you out of violent crimes.

Back in June, when you shot
out the Crashdown windows,

you got away with murder.

So I'm gonna let you rot.

Society gets the W,

and I'm gonna sleep easy tonight.

Que guapo.

It's strange without Rosa's things,

but it was time.

It doesn't feel like it's
mine without being hers.

- Does that make any sense?
- Of course.

What else is bothering you?

Well,

I went to the hospital today
to try to talk to Dr. Avila

about a plan to salvage our study.

Turns out there is no plan.

Our funding was pulled
because they think

the attack on the
hospital was political.

Avila's relocating the
study to Palo Alto,

where things are more progressive.

And she wants you to go with her.

I am not leaving you.

Mira, I have loved

having you here these last months,

and you know that. But
this diner, it's...

it's my American dream.

Yours is so much bigger.

Unless it's not me holding you back?

Papi, have we met?

Nothing's gonna hold me back.

I've been meaning to ask you...

I know it's risky,

but I think we should
explore citizenship again.

How about we discuss it
over a dance tonight?

Mm-hmm.

Hurry up.

I like to make an entrance.

Okay, ahora ve.

This town cleans up well.

Como un lobo con piel de oveja.

Ooh. Okay, well,

I'm going to get us some drinks.

Ooh! Excuse me.

Hi!

God, look who's embracing the party.

I love the dress.

But you're wearing red lipstick.

- And?
- What, you think

I don't know Rosa's rules? Red is armor.

Plus, nobody wears that shade
if they're hoping to hook up

with a hot cop by the end of the night.
It's messy.

I am not armoring myself
against Max Evans.

I mean, not on purpose, anyway.
I'm crazy about him.

And yet...

There's this opportunity in Palo Alto...

No. You can do your
research from anywhere.

Don't use this as an
excuse to run from Max.

I like him for you.

You fit right under his chin,

like a perfect little
zupple piece... pu...

puzzle piece.

- Whoa. Puzzle piece.
- Puzzle piece.

- What the hell is this place?
- Underground,

beneath my trailer.

It used to be a fallout
shelter, now I, uh,

I use it for projects.

We got to get out of here.

How the hell did I get in here?

I don't know.

I was working and some
smoke bomb went off

in my jacket pocket.

Got this yellow powder
all over the place,

- and I passed out.
- There's no service down here.

When I woke up, you were here, too.

And we are locked in.

Well, you have a lock
pick in your brain.

Yeah, that's the thing.

I think this residue is
rendering us powerless somehow.

Guessing your errant erections

aren't gonna make the
lights flicker either.

We're completely trapped, and...

and there's nothing we can do about it.

Good evening.

On behalf of Roswell's tourism board

and the Grant Green estate,

thank you all so much for joining us.

Now please give a warm round of applause

to Grant's brother, Graham Green.

Thank you, fellow humans.

Now, the money raised tonight

will benefit a cause dear
to my late brother's heart,

Roswell's quest to expose the
truth about extraterrestrials.

Now, Grant's work will
continue, forever immortalized

in the brand-new UFO Emporium.

Have fun tonight, and remember,

they're watching.

You know, h-he looks
exactly like his brother.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, speaking of brothers,

where the hell is mine?

I'm sure he'll be here soon.

Just try to relax and enjoy yourself.

Max is late, the caterers
messed up the crudités,

oh, yeah, and there's a
killer on the loose who used

- my body as a weapon.
- I'll call Max

and check on the hors d'oeuvres and then

I'll try and distract you
from the whole murder thing

with a potential quickie in
the crop circle exhibit.

Oh.

Sorry. I, uh,

had to dodge Graham Green. The
resemblance is, like, ugh.

Yeah, no, it's-it's fine.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, no, I was just,

um, expecting a call from my
sister, and it never came.

Well, Kyle told me you've
made some personal sacrifices

to protect Max.

Thank you. I'd like to help if I can.

Okay, um,

Jesse Manes wants access to
the sheriff's department.

He wants information about
anything strange going on,

and the longer it takes me to
give him that information,

the longer he has my
sister under his thumb.

She's in a military
correctional facility.

At least, she was.

So you're protecting
Max over your sister?

I'm trying to do what's right.

Why aren't you with him?

Uh, he left before I did.

- He's not here yet.
- No, he's not.

And if he doesn't pick
up his phone soon,

I'm gonna murder him.

- Too soon?
- Uh... so, he hasn't told you.

Max and I got new info

about who the fourth alien might be.

Damn it.

Yeah, no kidding.

Almost like I tried that already,

but by all means.

What's your problem, Michael?

I want to get out of here
just as bad as you do.

I just got rendered powerless
by some kind of pollen,

and I have no idea what the hell it is.

And that is my fault?

You're the one who never
wanted us to ask questions.

Never wanted us to call
attention to ourselves.

You made the rule, and then
we followed it blindly,

and now there's someone out
there who's stronger than us,

who knows more about us than we do.

Yeah, well, judging from this place,

you've clearly been
avoiding alien information.

No one made you follow my rule, Michael.

I'm not your dad.

You sure as hell been acting
like it all our lives.

Yeah, it's been a real treat.

Look, we got to get out of here.

Isobel and Liz are at the gala with...

With who?

Cameron and I targeted
a person of interest

in our investigation.

Who's the damn suspect, Max?

We're eyeing Maria DeLuca.

What? No. Absolutely not.

She was in an altercation

with one of the murderer's
victims the night she died.

It's circumstantial, but
we have to look into it.

Wait a second, that,

that actually makes sense.

Because when I tried to influence her,

I got violently ill,

and then I woke up in the desert
with no clue how I got there.

All the victims are frequent to her bar,

she's the one who pointed us towards

Hank Gibbons, which didn't pan out.

Maria hates me, and she
loved your sister.

I mean, whoever murdered Rosa
wanted her all to themselves.

- I could feel that.
- Maria is

my best friend. Yeah.

Who knows about obscure zodiac lore,

and who's still obsessed with
your sister's favorite music,

and knew all of her secret hiding spots.

Give us a reason it can't be true, Liz.

I mean, it's not like
murderers walk around

with a sign hanging around
their necks saying,

- "Hey, I'm a murderer."
- Isobel's right.

Chances are, the killer
is someone you know.

I mean, it all adds up.

Maria had motive, she had opportunity.

And she had some kind of
weird alien force field

around her brain.

It is not Maria.

It's not Maria!

- I'm serious, look elsewhere.
- Since when have you been

- her biggest fan?
- I'm not.

- But I know her.
- How well?

Close enough to slip something
in your jacket pocket?

Are you into her?

'Cause, here,

I thought you were gay.

Oh, we are literally aliens,

and you're gonna hold me to some
outdated binary of sexuality?

I'm bisexual, Max.

It's not that complicated.

Okay.

Maybe if you'd talk to me,
I would've known that.

- We talk.
- We speak.

We haven't talked in
years, and you know it.

You want to talk about how
we covered up a murder?

Hey, you're the one who decided
to take the blame for killing

those girls, to let
Isobel think it was you.

I didn't do that to you.

You decided to cover it up.

We should have told the truth.

I didn't have parents to turn to.

You did.

But you didn't want to tell 'em,
so we carried it ourselves.

We never should've done that.

I get it. You haven't been
mad at me for ten years,

you've been angry for 20.

Ever since my parents
showed up and picked me.

I got the family, I got the sister.

- You want to talk about burdens?
- Mm.

I carry the guilt of
that day everywhere.

I pushed my own parents away

because I am pissed they
didn't take care of you.

You are my family, Michael.

Everything that happens
to you happens to me.

Every beating, every burn,
every damn heartbreak,

you are never alone.

We are trapped together
in all sorts of ways.

Hey, I was looking for you.

Can we bail on this thing?

- Oh?
- I need some girl time.

It's the blonde leading
the blonde out there.

I'm having fun.

Isobel went all out
planning this thing, hmm?

Do you mind watching my purse?

Major undergarment adjustment to make.

Mm-hmm.

- Can I borrow some lip gloss?
- Since when do you ask?

We could go to the rooftop

or back to the Wild Pony.

I mean, we're not really
gala types, are we?

Speak for yourself.

Maria stole the serum.

- What?
- Relax.

I used a fake syringe as bait.
I still have the real one.

Great. Give it to me. I'm going to enjoy

taking Maria DeLuca down for good.

Okay, here on Earth,

we have a little bit of
a process before giving

- the death sentence.
- Maria's not the killer.

I think she's being possessed by
the killer, just like you were.

Isobel, she said something

nice about you in there.
She's not herself.

Hmm.

Well, the hospital shooter, Wyatt Long,

and I all had blackouts
before the killer

had access to our minds.

So does Maria have some kind of
preexisting blackout condition?

I mean, this would explain
her fashion choices.

No.

She could've been dosed.

I'm gonna go home real quick,

check on the champagne
under a microscope.

Wait, no.

This nail polish has a date
rape drug detector shine.

- That's not a thing.
- It is, actually.

- Welcome to modern dating.
- God, hard pass.

Okay.

Good news, Maria is not the killer.

Bad news, she was drugged.

You and I need to find Maria

before the fourth alien uses her
to do something we can't undo.

What's wrong?

My hand just stiffens,

seizes up sometimes.

So what's the real story?

I've told you.

No. You've said bar fight,

you've said junkyard accident,

you've said chupacabra.

You've never told me the truth.

Alex Manes's father.

He caught us together.

And he just snapped.

- You never let me heal it.
- Yeah.

How would I explain a
perfectly good hand to Alex?

Anything to protect the secret.

Talk to me, dude.

Nothing else for us to do.

I didn't let you heal it
because I needed the reminder.

I needed evidence

of what could happen

when you believe that
humanity might be good.

Alex made me believe

there was a place for me here.

Hope's a dangerous thing.

These scars, they remind me

to avoid it in the future.

Found her.

- She's still breathing.
- Good.

And her pulse is steady.

According to the Internet,

she just needs to, to sleep it off.

The syringe is gone.

She must have handed it
off to the real killer.

Oh, my God.

Which means whoever it
is, they're onto us.

Really need Max here.

Think he stood me up.

Please.

That's something that
you would do, not him.

You're the one who got into my mind

and made me leave town
ten years ago, Isobel.

I never would have...

No, you would have.

That's the thing... I can't
make people do something

that they don't already want to do.

- You wanted to run away.
- Yeah, my sister was dead.

The whole town had turned against us...

Yeah, but that's not what
I sent you away from.

I sent you away from Max,
and you left because,

deep down, you wanted to go.

Look, that's not something
that he ever needs to know.

But you should.

Damn it. Michael said
he'd be home all night,

but I can't locate him or Max.
That's not normal.

Wherever they are, they
must not have any service.

I know a dead zone. I think
I know where they might be.

I have to go.

- Liz...
- Max!

Michael, are you guys okay?

Not really.

- You look...
- If you were on time,

you would've been stunned.

And maybe you guys can
make out about it after

we talk about the fact that a murderer

just tried to bury us alive
in a bunker full of poison.

Okay, let's go. Come on.

Did she wake up? No.
She's been stirring,

- but she's still out.
- We need to get her out of here

before the killer notices we're all MIA.

No, you said

the killer needs to have a
false sense of complacency,

so he doesn't strike
before Ranchero Night.

Go out to the party.

No, I don't want to leave Maria alone.

Let me. I swear I will explode

anyone who comes near her with my brain.

Aw, come on, DeLuca, wake up.

You're no fun when you're quiet.

Do you think the killer is here?

You know, whoever

locked us up wanted to keep
us away from this party,

away from you

or Isobel or Maria.

I really hope they can see us right now.

♪ Though I can't wait forever ♪

♪ Someday I'll ♪

♪ Be dead and gone, and I
won't be forgiven... ♪

Ooh, take it easy.

Oh.

You want some more water?

You got to stop showing up
for me like this, Guerin.

Uh, I can go get Liz

if you want me to leave.

That's the problem.

I never do.

♪ I will wait by the river ♪

♪ I will cry out to heaven... ♪

I thought at first you
were standing me up.

- You know I wouldn't.
- I know,

but when the thought occurred to me,

I was relieved.

Like... glad you were gonna be the one

to mess this thing up first, not me.

There is something in my heart

that always wants to
make a break for it,

- to leave, before...
- Before you get left.

Doesn't take a scientist
to figure out why.

I know your mom hurt you.

So if you, if you want
to pump the brakes

- on this...
- No.

The truth is, you don't
make me feel safe

or comfortable.

You make me feel like I am teetering

on the edge of a cliff,

and... and

I'm getting addicted to that feeling.

It's overwhelming.

But if I mess up,

if I cave and take off again,

I need you to follow me this time.

Don't let me go that easily again, okay?

I... I never would have
in the first place,

if I didn't think it
was what you wanted.

I want you.

♪ If I can't touch your body ♪

♪ Can I touch the sky? ♪

♪ I will wait by the river ♪

♪ I will wait by the river. ♪

And now I must forsake you for another.

I'll go check on Maria.

Hey.

You're up.

Mm.

You okay?

I thought maybe Max stole my date.

Never.

Dad, can we talk about a
path to citizenship now?

I've decided...

you were right.

A friend has agreed to help
protect me through the process.

Sorry, I know this is a bad time,

- but I need to ask you something.
- Max.

It's fine. What's up?

Cinco de Mayo.

A witness saw you fighting with Carla,

- one of my murder victims, outside.
- Carla...

Mm, you don't want to know.

I went outside just in time
to see her about to leave

with someone she shouldn't
have left with.

I didn't know she was
one of your victims.

Who was it, DeLuca?

Someone married.

Married to who?

You're friends with Noah Bracken?

His firm volunteers at Ranchero Night.

They give legal advice to people

who need help with the process.

He's a good man.

It just doesn't make sense.

Noah's like a human golden retriever.

Fetch, sit, stay.

I was at Grant Green's
warehouse because of him

- the night that Wyatt attacked.
- If you're looking

for alien scoop, Grant
Green's got all his stuff

in storage during the renovations.

After that, he told me to
stop investigating Wyatt.

Listen, you're gonna want

to lay off Wyatt Long.

They're gonna come after

the people you care about.

I thought he was protecting me, but...

maybe it was a threat.

Okay, okay, so he...

incepted my barista to destroy my lab

to get the last of my serum,
collect the antidote.

No, wait, he got shot.

It's a perfect cover.

I don't know, though.

He just doesn't

- seem that tough.
- Spin.

That's perfect.

You know, there's a way to find out.

You mind if I steal a
dance with my sister?

Oh, honestly, I'm surprised
you didn't ask earlier.

Thanks.

I need you to keep calm.

But have you ever gotten
into Noah's head?

I trust my husband, Max.

How much?

Please tell me you're not suggesting

what I think you're suggesting.

You're probably right.

But maybe you could do
your brain warp thing

and make sure it's as
crazy as it sounds.

You're in total control in there.

So he can't lie to you, right?

No.

I'm sorry, I promised him today
that I would not use my powers.

He made me promise.

- I need to get you out of here.
- No.

I will get into his mind
and I will prove to you

that he is a good man...

who deserves better than this.

Iz...

Everything good with Max?

Do you still love me now
that you know the truth?

Did you mean what you said?

Yes.

I will never let anyone hurt you.

I will protect you always.

Get off me. It's not my blood.

That's not what I asked.

Do you love me, Noah?

We're so connected, you and I.

We have been since the first
time I heard your voice.

That's not what I asked you.

Answer my question.

Do you love...?

Did you love Rosa Ortecho?

Of course I did.

I still do.

I always will.

No. I told you not to go digging.

No.

All you had to do...

was keep your promise to
stop using your powers.

I'm sorry, Iz.

I know you think...

you're in control in here.

But I'm in control out there.

Max knows.

He will never let you
get away with this.

He will...

if you tell him to.

It's not him.

You got into his head?

Yes. He's innocent.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go have a
quickie with my husband

in the crop circle exhibition.

Isobel...

Hey, Liz. It's not him.

It's him, it's Noah.

No, that-that's impossible.

I am looking at his blood
under a microscope right now.

Max, it's him.

Noah is the fourth alien.

Isobel.

Hey.

Look, now, you're not you.

I know my sister...

and you're not Isobel.

You're never gonna let
go of her, are you?

Noah.

You don't want to hit your sister?

Cowboy chivalry was always
gonna be your downfall.

Brought a gun to a fistfight?

I am gonna destroy you, Noah.

It's already over.

Max won't hurt you, but I will.

Let's go home, darling.

I think it's time we
spend some time alone.

You just can't walk away, can you?

Hmm?

Let go of me!

No!

Sucks to be powerless, doesn't it?

Max?

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