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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico.

Patricia and Nora were working on a machine together until they were caught

some creepy doctor named Lockhart. You've been jumping into clones' bodies

stay alive.

Until your mother's triad destroyed the science, I needed to generate more. If

Jones is convinced that this equation is the key to his salvation, then maybe

it's just what we need to destroy him.

As the lead geneticist in Los Alamos for 27 years, I understood you to be one of

the brightest minds in your field.

It's not for lack of trying, Mr. Jones. I filled in what I could, but it's

beyond me.

It is so troublesome when the spark of ingenuity slips away.

Seems we need to find ourselves a smarter genius, huh, buddy?

What's with the tarps, Ortega?

You really fumigating?

Where's Max? Well, apparently, almost dying and then swapping bodies with an

evil dictator sort of takes it out of a guy who's been asleep for two days.

Tell me you have at least taken a nap since removing him from the pod?

After considerable microscope time, I have come to a conclusion.

The telomeres in Jones' DNA, the thing that geneticists use to measure life

expectancy, are disintegrating at a rapid rate.

Making Max Jones' safe haven from death even more implicit.

But if we can swap them into their rightful bodies and sever the psychic

between them, we can both...

save Max, and be free to kill Jones.

Is that something we can do?

Theoretically, yes.

If I could create a way to fill in those receptors once the bond is broken, then

I could essentially seal them from an attack from Jones itself.

I'm going to take alien complications for 200.

Wouldn't Jones also want to sever the connection?

Yeah, and I'm certain he is trying to find a way to fill in the gaps in the

science. You've got to peek up from Theo's mind.

Whoever gets the science first...

controls whose body Max stays in. Me and Alex are trying to get the Lockhart

machine to work properly so we can retrieve the rest of Theo's equation.

That would totally give us the advantage.

And then I'd still have to just actualize it. Please tell me this is the

where that classic Liz Ortega moxie kicks in.

If you mean that I illegally hid a copy of my research in L .A. from Generex

before they could sell it to a skincare company so that I could get a head start

on mending Max, then yes, we are squarely in classic Liz territory.

Alien complications for 400.

Go.

You still need to invent the science, don't you?

Yes. And I feel my best chance at doing that would be with the person that I

broke the initial boundaries of these theories with, my former lab partner,

Heath. You're talking about bringing in the guy you got under in order to get

Overmax in on our secret? Heath was more than a booty call. And because of his

out -of -the -box thinking, I got Noah's burnt spores, and they are currently

being cultivated into alien stem cells as we speak.

Look, considering there's a clock on Max's life, I cannot think of a better

person who would help make those seconds count.

Okay, I'm going to close out the alien complications category and wager that he

isn't going to call you back since he drove you back here and you told him to

chase a Dr. Holden who doesn't exist.

So now you just need to convince someone who's not taking your calls to rejoin

Team Liz and then convince Max that his fear of outsiders and science all

wrapped up in what I'm assuming is a rather handsome romantic rival is the

option on the table.

Hey, did I sleep through the plan to save my life?

There seems to be no lasting effects from the paralytic you were injected

outside the cop's home, but we're still looking for clues to identify it and

where your adverse reaction to it came from.

Physician to physician, I could be helpful here. I suggest you have your

relook at the endoplasmic reticulum for traces of the paralytic.

But you're not a physician in these walls.

You're a patient.

I'll take it from here, Darby.

Thank you.

Clearly, your stubbornness shows your strength has returned.

I'm thankful for the care, but I should really... You want to learn who attacked

you. Kyle, what you should do is leave this research to us. You don't have the

expertise to do this kind of off -book work.

I literally hijacked an operating room to bring an alien back to life.

I've stolen bodies, did an alien autopsy, had a radio talk back to me.

No one...

is more qualified in top -secret E .T. shenanigans than me.

There is so much of Jim in you.

Then that should be reason enough for you to let me help you pursue this. No.

opened this door to my brother, and I got him killed, and I will not do the

to you.

Hey!

You don't get to say something like that and just walk away. You better add a

little context to that sentence.

You're here.

I'm here.

You know, I've been thinking a lot about the clues we found out in the

minescape. Can we maybe think about them after breakfast?

People brought burritos.

Maria and I haven't had a chance to talk about what she saw in Patricia's

memory.

Well, amidst a eugenic nightmare, we discovered that her grandmother and

Michael's mom were secretly building a machine to contact an alien here in

Roswell. But where is this alien hiding? Between Tripp's journal and a chat with

Alex, they all made it into the prison.

Well, clearly not all. There were you three, Noah.

Maybe some are still in a pod. Or, like myself, and I can't believe that I'm

about to say this, they hatched. In which case, they would come out kind

Speechless, confused, lost.

Yeah. When police find my mom wandering, they first file a police report.

Which is why I brought Max's computer and sheriff's code.

All we have to do is search police records for a case that matches that

description, compile a suspect list, and then investigate from there.

Okay, but that could be a huge list spanning decades.

Hence the butter -me -up burritos.

Hello? How's the office, honey?

I'm a little distracted with these dials. Working theory is to take on the

visionary cipher with a twist.

You know I love when you talk Cody to me.

I'm calling because I want to make sure that you're being careful with the brain

melter. Yes, and I'm eating my Wheaties. Yeah, I mean, not funny. Look, first

day back, Eduardo did a full workup before and after handling the device.

Although we don't know why, the machine seems to boost dopamine levels, which

produces hallucinations and auditory misnomers.

Which I posit is why that anybody who's working closely with it feels like the

machine's talking to them. So I'm working on it in 15 -minute increments

six hours.

Promise me you won't take extra credit with the alien phone. Because I know

you've been working late. I dropped off the crashdown's new grilled ham,

delorean, and cheese sammies.

Respectfully left them inside the door so the coyotes wouldn't snag them. Thank

you very much, Karen.

All right, okay, okay, okay. I actually called because I'm working with the

turquoise and oscillating currents flowing through it. I think...

I have a theory on how the machine is sealed, and maybe alien tech and

could open it so we could fix it.

Well, that's our show, kids.

End of my safety window.

Yeah. Okay, have fun. Don't lose track of time. I am not going to forget our

very first real in -public date.

I promise.

Goodbye.

If you're seeing me, you must be close to understanding the machine I built.

So what's another 15 minutes going to hurt to find out if you're right?

How long do you think this is going to take? You know, I've got to save your

life. I get the feeling you're mocking my old school sense of chivalry.

No, I was thinking about when I was counting a road trip senior year and you

first invited yourself along and the promise of changing all the tires.

13 years later, here we are. I believe the goal was ocean, not alien spores and

DNA research.

You know, if I'd had more time, I would have grabbed the mix I made back then.

I bet backwards baseball Cavu had a song for everything.

J -line, sunset.

Did you ever make your move on these tracks?

You did.

That's very smooth.

All right. What was the opening track?

Backbone. The way.

That's very bold.

Respect.

All right.

I'll crank up the song.

You guys back on the road.

Yes?

You know, given that we are trying to catch a killer, save my brother, and

potentially a planet, I was hoping for a little less flirting and a little more

filing. Your singular focus really worries me. Okay, I get that cheating

made you want to embrace life.

Maybe we could push it until after we have beaten Joan to the science.

Besides, it's not like some hot opportunity is going to walk through

and ask me out on a date.

Oh, look who just walked through the door. It's the woman I saw you

with when we took down Jordan Bernhardt in this very bar.

Hey. Hey.

I'm doing a story on the recent murders.

Sussing out if...

The crime at max is that put you in a coma, and the church fire connected to

Roswell regiment attacks.

Interesting. Isabel would like to do an interview.

Normally, yes, I would. But it's just right now is not a great time for deep

throat.

Because my throat is busy.

Talking, I mean.

Why don't I just let you know if I think of anything?

But thank you for stopping by.

Maybe we can grab drinks together?

Would you shut that beautiful soulful, maybe we could grab drinks together,

woman down?

Beyond the fact that she investigates lies for a living, and I literally live

one? For what it's worth, she did come in here asking about you the other

Okay,

Anatsa and I may have had a few cocktails, and then a proposition might

been propositioned.

And then it is possible that I chickened out and mindscaped a naval officer to

steal his waiting list.

You bourboned and balded.

Sipped and snuck.

I balded and I tailed. Okay, you're both very clever, but dating is on hold

right now. We need to focus on preventing more murders, including our

What about this one? Child who couldn't speak.

The name's redacted, but he was found drowning in Mesa Pines Lake.

They assumed his parents drowned as well, but the bodies were never

Look at that date. That's the day Louise died. Meaning that's the day your pods

opened up. Same day, same afflictions as Max, Michael, and I.

It's worth a look.

If I have activated some sort of holographic interface, maybe a little

would be good. I mean, do I start on the dials? Do I move to the internal tech?

Perhaps your failure is because you're not meant to touch things from another

world.

Huh.

You aren't a talking memory from the machine. You're a manifestation of my

mind. Took you longer enough to get there.

All right. Well, when my own hallucination starts to insult me, I

time to step away from the dangerous alien machine.

Fair enough.

Let me ask you this.

Why did you hold back and tell from Michael about the machine?

I didn't. I told him it incited a neurological response. But you left out

others have found themselves so deeply tangled in their own manifestations that

harm came to them.

One walked into the Rio Grande, drowned. Another stepped into traffic.

What will this machine do to make you lose your way?

I won't... I won't lose my way.

Michael is my focus, and remembering that will keep me from any undoing. I'd

argue that your feelings for him will be your undoing.

You could have conjured anyone.

Airman, you chose me.

I think it's because I represent the pain that has always existed between our

two families.

Or maybe I just represent who you really think you're fighting with when it

comes to this device.

Well, there are no Shatner shakes, but these are on our list of road trip

If we're bathroom breaking anyway, I figure what's the harm.

Okay, we've got to pause on the cathartic high school wistfulness. We

cannonball run to get some sports to make some science that might save a

from a megalomaniac ruler, but at the very least, it'll save you. Right.

I'm trying to embrace that.

I made that some mixtape back in high school.

to slip into all the discussions I wanted to have with you, but we're not

anymore, so I just gotta say the hard things and let the chips fall where they

may.

What are you trying to say?

You know I burned down your lab, but before I did, I saved your tapes.

You kept my tapes?

Yeah, I knew how much they meant to you.

They were irreplaceable, so I buried them outside my house. You let me

that they were lost forever.

Right, and I always intended for them to go back to you after I died.

But I was a coward back then.

I want to do what you're doing, walk forward and not back.

So what now?

Now it's my turn to drive.

Maybe it's because I just came out of a coma, but you gotta appreciate the

majesty of nature. You know, unless the majesty of nature is also committing

murders, I think we have bigger fish to fry. Listen, Jones mentioned that the

ship was breaking apart as it was plummeting towards the earth. Our dad

instilled in us the altitude trajectory and flight coordinates of the 47

shipwreck. This camp was right on the path, so...

You could be onto something.

Well, before we commit a felony, I just want a little more proof that this is

where we should be hunting for a little green man.

And in short of finding a little green man, I mean, how are we going to get

that?

Watson, it's time to Sherlock ourselves the whereabouts of an alien.

You know what this is?

It's a shelter for undocumented.

Your father and I used to hide out here, away from manes.

Have a drink. Or six.

This... is distilled in a small town where our family is from.

These lines mark important dates in mine and Jim's lives.

The day Jim got engaged.

The day Rosso was born.

The day I became the head of Deep Sky.

I appreciate the nostalgia.

But what did you mean when you said you killed my father?

Whereas I died.

And the Deep Sky version of me was born.

Your father, well, he chose to die a little every day.

He was a double agent at Caulfield.

All the while, clandestinely passing information to Deep Sky in the hopes of

undermining Jesse Maines and Project Shepard. Until Maines got revenge and

him in a cell with a broken alien.

But it was in retaliation for Jim getting me the Lockhart machine.

You can't blame yourself for everything Jesse Maines did.

Your father...

became obsessed in his mission to help the aliens.

But in his singular focus, his personal life unraveled. He developed what he

called the Code.

Altruistic in its conception, it became something he hid behind to justify his

action.

Alex has told me that you live your life following that same Code.

I am here to tell you that you are chasing the shadow of a man who was

fallible. That is the last line of this bottle.

It promised that I made Jim that I would keep you away from this life and all of

the consequences that come with it.

Can't crack this girl open any further, huh?

You ready to admit what you really think the problem is yet?

We could take this machine to Michael.

He's an alien. It's an alien machine.

Why not do what seems obvious? Because I would never let Darren get hurt by

something that you built.

He puts you on a pedestal, and I doubt that he wants to be held by the guy who

takes you off of it. How about you trade the alien tech for the path you've had

some success with last week?

Using your internal camera to see what makes the machine tick or not tick.

What's that, Airman?

Looks like you finally found proof of what you haven't been willing to admit

this whole time.

You and Michael?

You're still caught in your father's shadow.

Please tell me that between the googly eyes you are giving my great -great

-grandniece that you have found something.

I found some info that would add context to the police report.

Oh, thank God.

Social services was overwhelmed, so the Christian camp owners volunteered to

keep him here for the summer.

They kept this journal to check on his progress. They called him Johnny Doe.

Right, of course. Because why give him a name that we could actually track when

you could just give him something cutesy?

Well, the kid didn't talk for a week. And then, all of a sudden, he spoke as

he learned the entire language.

And those photos I found in the office.

Yeah, if you look at them, apparently Johnny Doe came to this camp every

There's a photo in there of a friend.

And there's some more photos I found of the two of them playing in a cabin that

we were searching.

Does said friend have a name?

Nickname, Buckskin.

It's a big camp. We're going to keep on searching.

The Ma and Pa place, though, they didn't exactly keep a lot of records.

All right, well, if we're all nightering it, I'm going to make some old fashions

from that bottle of bourbon I found in the complicated box.

I'm going to go upstairs, see if I can find any clues in the room.

Why don't you take a break?

Maybe it'll add some perspective.

I don't have time for perspective.

I am not going to let Jones win. I'm not going to let an evil alien dickwad take

anything else from us. This evil alien dickwad is taking something from me

now. This is a battle, not a war, and we're not going to make it to the end of

this if we don't remember what we're fighting for. I am fighting for the

I love. What do you want for yourself?

Or have you been in survival mode for so long that you don't even know what that

is?

Taking mine to go means.

This isn't a violation of trust.

I'm breaking and entering out of concern for you.

Is this okay?

Yeah.

You know, I always wanted a sister, and I got one.

We had a little sister fight.

The thing is, it's kind of nice to have a sister fight.

It's nice to have s'mores live.

That's what I see when I look back into my family's memories.

They found that.

Maybe a little tipsy.

I'm just really, really glad I'm not dead.

I'm really glad you're not dead, too.

So did you paint furniture?

Is that your research?

Not quite.

His name's Enrique.

My dad sends me one everywhere I go.

So, were you happy here?

Ellie was a commercial for her life.

The house, the view.

The boyfriend.

Heath was a commercial, too, yeah.

For him. Getting over me.

My reasons for leaving Roswell, they were complicated, but the science

wasn't. Heath showed me that.

He helped me.

Grow professionally and personally.

Okay.

Generics took everything with a scrap of science on it.

But luckily, I have learned a thing or two from Rosa about squirreling science

away for a rainy day.

What's wrong?

My research.

All of it. It's gone.

Do you think Generics could have gotten that, too?

No, Heath.

He must have grabbed it for me. But before it could be discovered, he knew

this hiding spot.

Well, let's hope he is as good a guy as you make him out to be. Call him again.

We can explain that we're in L .A. I've been explaining.

He's not answering, so we've got to up our game.

I gotta make my case in person. We're going to his house.

Sit.

Let's have a drink.

And do what? Get me to draw a line on the family bottle like it's some

I'll leave this alien stuff be?

How many more mistakes do I need to recount that your father made in his

get you to see that that is exactly what you should do?

When I learned my father was part of this alien thing, I thought it was a way

somehow make him proud from beyond the grave.

You see, but I've realized that I don't want a part of this for my dad or

relatives that I've never met in their feuds with manes men that I never knew

existed.

I want to do this because this could be part of my story.

So thank you for showing me that my dad was flawed enough that I could step out

of his shadow.

I understand why you want me to make different choices.

So I am.

I choose to walk the same path, but better than him.

Now, I don't want one of your cool decoder rings.

But I do want to save lives as a doctor. I want a part of the story that I

started with Alex.

And I want a shot at doing it free from the ghosts.

I can promise you I won't live in the past.

Do you?

And you shouldn't either.

Yes, hi, this is Deputy Evans.

I need a cell trace on a POI.

What is the matter?

I'm a cop, Liz.

Breaking and entering isn't really my thing. You are also an alien.

If you were to grab some spores that turn into stem cells so that we could

down your planet -enslaving doppelganger.

Ooh, this is interesting.

Heath left Gener -X two days after I did.

Must have realized he didn't need to be working underneath their corporate

thumb.

How much do you know about this guy, Heath?

How close were you? This isn't the time to be jealous about a boy I met.

I'm just saying it's possible that he took your one -of -a -kind alien spores

and quit so that just like you, he could use the research himself, free of

generics. That grand trust beat certainly had a short shelf life. I

okay? But I don't trust some guy I have barely met with a secret that could

endanger me, could endanger my family, and break the frickin' Internet if it

came out.

You think I would let myself be caught.

No, I think you came out here looking for a partner, and it could blind you.

Just because you sabotaged me when I thought you were mine does not mean that

Heath would take the same path.

And just because you changed the wallpaper doesn't mean you've mended

spots.

I have learned my lessons, but you... Oh, my God, you sound an awful lot like

the guy who blew up my lab. So forgive me, but you're making it perfectly clear

why I felt like I had to go and change the wall...

Did you hear that?

Must have been the electronic lock.

Manual's still intact.

Those your spores?

That's what held them.

They're gone

I

Was

hoping we could get the awkward staring and

get to the part where we help Alex

Let's not forget you violated several government laws, and legally you could

never see the sun again.

Let's not forget that you don't exactly have a doorbell.

And I went to Alex's house and found out that he hasn't been there for two days.

Alex locked away the machine two days ago.

He logged out of the office. Yeah, you're all trustful with each other, I

But considering he's one of the best hackers in the world, maybe he broke

protocol to work on the machine that has a built -in siren song.

Run a diagnostic on the security cams in sector two.

Thanks.

Oh, no. He hacked the cameras and took the machine.

Are you telling me Alice has been exposed to the machine for two days

We need to find him.

Okay, fine.

You're right.

I do have to get control over my life. I need to figure out what it is I'm

fighting for when all of this is said and done. But the problem is, I have no

idea where to even start.

Okay, well... How do you like your eggs?

What?

I like mine fried.

A little bit runny, Tabasco.

I don't know. Growing up, my mom didn't eat breakfast, so neither could I.

And then with Noah...

Yeah, I basically had whatever he was having because, you see, I am a

of a human. Okay.

Just start with eggs.

Don't stop until you know who you are.

Speaking of the most important meal of the day, how'd you take your Gregory

Maids?

Too early before coffee.

Over hard.

Oh, my God.

Okay, well, do you want to trade life tips for sex tips? How flexible is your

core? Okay, and without bourbon to add to that coffee, definitely too early in

Christian camp.

Well, at least let me help lift the burden of your sin.

Maria, look.

With love from Johnny Doe and the Lincoln Neighborhood Church.

Oh, it looks like just living life revealed some clues, hmm?

Very righteous of you.

I will go investigate this cross clue. You live a little more life on top of

that hard -boiled Greg.

Take him on to go, Mains.

Is that your stuff?

No, these are brain scans.

They're of a person suffering from no degeneration.

He said his mom has Alzheimer's, but that's not what this is.

This is a scan of a much younger person.

Hmm. So he lied to you.

One scan is hardly a grand conspiracy.

I'm going to see if I can find some... Someone's coming. We've got to go.

Can't remember the frequency you had to crack this open, huh?

Confusion of numbers is a sign of exhaustion and depleted mental...

I am going to get my father out of it, just like everything else he's ever

to infect.

Deep down, you know there will always be some machine, some file, keeping the

two of you apart.

This machine reminds you you're incomplete.

I mean, that's why you joined Deep Sky, isn't it?

To fill the void that your father made in you? I spent a year cleaning up my

father's messes, and I made sure that not one of them touched Michael.

You fear this one's different.

I won't be bested by some EP ham radio.

Should we talk about this being a metaphor?

You've done too much talking.

But not enough listening.

Two days ago, you might have known what was real and what was imagined.

I can imagine that it would be really hard to know what step leads to solid

ground and which one leads to your death.

So I guess you're left with two truths.

Love makes you do crazy things.

And worst, your greatest fear has been actualized.

Your father's hatred is stronger than your capacity to love.

I got you.

I got you.

Those shoes sure don't say Sunday morning.

What are you doing here?

This little trinket was found by a Roswell FD.

They probably hadn't turned it into the PD for evidence yet. What is it? Unity

Church's version of a crucifix?

On the back, it had some initials on it. It looks like a J, an O, or a

D.

J .D.

Sadly, my snooping featured fewer firemen, but I did find a lead with

who had those initials.

Hmm.

Good thing about snooping in a church.

Sinners can walk right through the front door.

I'm so sorry. I... I wanted to fix this for you. I just wanted to clear it up so

that we could live a normal picket fence life.

Any way you slice it, Mains.

Our picket -fenced yard is gonna hold aliens.

I guess I just, I couldn't get the fear of the rocky path we have ahead of us

out of my mind.

I spoke to Sanders about the same thing.

He said, you don't walk away from a broken engine.

You find a way to make it part again.

Hey, um, I'm not sure just because of, you know, the math hallucinations, but,

um, when I was working...

On the machine, I opened it enough to see that a piece of tech from Project

Shepard made it inside.

You need to have my mom build something for good.

And your dad figured out a way to mess it up. Yeah, but, I mean, if we remove

it, then maybe we can find a way to make it purr.

You're here.

I am here.

Solving a 75 -year -old mystery seems like a pretty good first date.

What do the post -its say?

Public theories.

The subatomic nuclei is all the equal to the length of the endoplasm.

Endoplasmic reticulum, which seems to be connected to the porous cytoskeleton.

How do you know that?

You said it.

Tape number four.

You just found something next to Noah's spleen that glowed when you poked it.

Yeah, I didn't just keep your tapes. I listened to them as a way to be closer

you.

These are my notes.

Jesus stole the tapes that were hidden outside of your house.

God, I'm an idiot. I was lecturing you about how I knew better, and the whole

time your fears were spot on, okay? He played me. No one could have anticipated

that. But here I am at the same crossroads again, so... Just because

that crossroads doesn't mean we have to choose the same path that divided us

before.

This is our second chance.

That's what I told myself right before Joan healed my heart. I swore that I

would help Michael be less... Michael -like.

That I'd help Isabel find happiness.

And then, you know, maybe... you and I could walk on the beach.

The road is literally right before us.

And I want to choose with you where we go next.

It feels like my console.

The pieces of my console, they want to be together. But I can shift them.

This thing, it wants to be closed.

Maybe... Maybe I can want it to be open.

I was always good at breaking things.

This piece of glass isn't connected properly.

You were right.

Your dad figured out a way to get a tech inside the thing.

If there were ever a good reason to cut the blue wire.

I'm going to use the turquoise.

You're going to weld the upper connector back. Okay.

Okay.

What are we looking for?

An invoice.

J .D. stands for a nickname, Johnny Doe. I found that name on this giant cross

dedicated by him and the church. I'm hoping that if we can find an invoice,

it'll give us the real name of the man that I want to question whose necklace

found.

Window.

Investigative reporters first.

Hey, do you want to get a drink with me sometime?

To discuss your findings?

Oh, God, no. No, to discuss anything else.

I'd like that.

Hi. I think that I am lost.

It's okay.

Sometimes people are lost when they're searching for Jesus.

Amen to that.

Actually, you know, I'm looking to speak to a member of your congregation.

I think I have his necklace.

It has the initials J .D. on it.

I'll, um... I'll find him.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Is that Camp Mesa Pines?

Yeah. Yeah, you know it?

Yeah. Oh, I was practically raised there.

Gosh, really nice couple.

I had this iron cross restored for them. I said, thank you.

What is it?

His brain.

It's not human. I think it's actually... It's... I found the alien the Lockhart

machine's trying to contact. His name is Dallas. He's a preacher at the Lincoln

Neighborhood Church. His pod landed in the Mesa Pines Lake. He went by the name

Johnny Doe.

Did you find anything about a kid named...

Buckskin? Yeah, for sure. He would like his best friend.

You wanted to see me? Your suggestion about checking lipids to identify the

paralytic you were injected with paid off.

We found its chemical signature was proprietary and came from a lab called

Generac. The patent is registered to the lead geneticist who created it, Heath

Tuckman.

You found the alien.

We found his best friend who's been trying to save his life.

How'd you find me?

Well, I tried searching for you in L .A., but it turns out you came back to

Mexico.

Yeah, you said on the phone this was a matter of life and death, Mac.

I find those stakes produce the best results.

Before we discuss what I'm sure will be a fruitful partnership, there's one

thing I should clear up.

I'm not Max Evans.

Around here, they call me Joan.