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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico. Whoever gets the science first controls

body Max stays in. Then I'll keep transcribing the equation that he

my head. I'm going to keep you as far away from Jones as possible.

Give me the equation or I take away another person you love.

Hey, Jones!

I was hoping to do this over champagne and pleasantries. But if you would

a hostile negotiation, I'm happy to oblige.

Let's try this again, shall we?

Anyone for a cornichon?

What is this place?

This is the minescape.

It's a room that only he has a key to. But Jones can just pull all of us into

it? And in here, he has complete control over us. A little home field advantage.

Then why else, Isabel?

We can't lie in here.

Hey, look, can someone please tell me how screwed are we?

Well, that depends on what you do next.

I'm in charge here, but you all have some value as pawns.

So, shall we take a vote on who dies if Liz doesn't mend my genetics?

Or shall I just pick at random?

Liz, could you please call me back? This is the third voicemail that I've left

you. Also, you might want to change that voicemail, too.

I understand you've trained for a year.

I've been honing my abilities for decades.

My genetics are far superior, something you could have benefited from if you had

just taken my deal.

What deal is he talking about, Liz? Don't fall for it. He's trying to pit us

against each other. He's trying to heighten our emotions inside our heads.

wants to learn our secrets and use them against us.

Speaking of secrets, what is it that you're hiding, Elizabeth?

Is it the powerful sedative Heath concocted and slipped into your dress

wasn't looking?

You're so convinced of your own genius that you decided you can have your cake

and eat it too.

That's why my deal still rattles around in your head.

And all your so -called friends are worried that you will give me what I

exchange for greatness.

Maybe Lano Arteco's words are finally sinking in. You are too extraordinary to

play house with a Guarido cop.

And Isabel.

Speaking of mothers, I'm glad your mom is dead so she doesn't have to see what

disappointment you've become.

And you.

It's barely even worth my time going into your head. It's boring in there.

Without the sparks, you're nothing.

But I'm not the only one who thinks that.

Okay, is there any way that I can skip the rest of this awkward family reunion?

Family.

These people barely see you as a friend.

You're the cosmic McGuffin to them. They just want the equation that's in your

head. That's not true, Dallas.

I've heard way worse in Reddit threads.

So go ahead, Jones.

You're never gonna break me. Because not only did my dad give me this equation

that I know you need so bad, he also gave me the memories of all the times

he had the courage to stand up to you.

Yes, Theo was bold.

Look where that got him.

Into you.

What's with the Sergio Leone looks?

I think the big bad cosmic wolf is having trouble blowing my mind down.

Interesting.

Whatever you're after, it seems super important, so why don't you give us the

details? and spare us the brunch from hell.

Keeping me out of your head only piques my interest further. What could my angry

little brat be hiding?

Oh, I'd be careful.

You poke around long enough, you might let down your own defenses.

And then I will see into your mind.

We already know you're not going to kill any of us. You said it yourself, we are

your pawns, and we all have something you want.

So many bonds forged, so many strings to pull.

If Liz needs motivation to get back into the lab, perhaps she should tell us

where to start.

I told you someone was going to die today.

The little trick I've been holding on to.

The same how little you know about our abilities.

I gave you a chance and you blew it. When I come back, you'll give me the

solution. Refuse, and the death that follows is on you.

No.

It's okay.

It's Dallas.

He's alive, but the shards, they lodged themselves into his neck and his chest,

and I can't stop the bleeding.

Michael and Jones are gone.

Oh, my God. Here, let me try to take that out.

No. If we remove the pieces, he's going to bleed out. That's not how this is

supposed to go. First Dallas, and then Michael. We'll find Michael. We just got

to figure out why Jones took him. Oh, I know why Jones took him. He couldn't

rattle him in the minescape, which means either he's looking for something in

that great big Mensa brain, or he's playing with his food. Jones thinks he's

himself a utilitarian. He needs something from Michael, which means

they are, he's alive for now. Did you talk philosophy before or after making a

deal with the devil? I didn't make a deal with him. Would you consider it?

trying to get into your head, Isabelle. Isn't he already in yours? Okay, enough,

Isabelle. This is exactly what Jones wants us to do.

Okay, how long will it take to make the serum?

I'm sorry, you want her to do what he said? We're going to have to use it to

disconnect me from Jones eventually anyway, so why delay the inevitable?

A couple of hours.

I need my spores in a lab, and whatever part of the equation Dallas is able to

write down on that paper.

He needs surgery. We're running out of time. Well, luckily, I have an excellent

alien physician on speed dial.

Did I miss the invite to Woman as Warrior Wednesday?

I had another vision.

Three coffins, no mourners, nothing else to go off of. What triggered the vision

that time?

Gross tarantula.

Yeah, those should be hibernating right now.

But I guess with all the recent frequency disturbances... Yeah, I don't

care who sent them. I just was hoping that tapping into the DeLuca family

intuition might show me who to keep out of those coffins.

Mind if I join you?

Nobody's answering my texts. I don't know if Jones can jam a cell signal if

everybody's ghosting me, but I gotta do something.

Any details jump out like last time?

Another family crest?

Did any of the coffins have lilies on them?

That's really specific.

It's Isabelle's favorite flower.

Well, how would you know that? Everybody knows that. I promise you, not

everybody knows that.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

Am I wasting my psychic powers just to find out that you're in love with

Love is a big... You know, it's more of an admirer when...

I like her.

Your timing could not be worse. She's with Anatsa. And she's happy. Trust me.

Everything that's happened in the last month wasn't part of my five -year plan.

There's a bell.

Finally.

Oh, okay, yeah, keep applying pressure, but don't go to the hospital.

I know where to go.

Set up the surgery bay in this room.

Do I have a medical team available?

I gave everyone a mental health day rather than sending a memo that aliens

exist. Fair point.

You have to be my second set of hands.

I have a lot of talent.

Surgery is not one of them.

I'll do it.

I mean, given that I have control over the sword, I'd be most useful anyway,

right?

Um... Come on, Doc. I'll be your scrub nurse. It's the least I can do for

Dallas. That solves the dilemma of a capable medical.

Where's Michael?

He's with Jones.

We don't know where, but we'll find him.

Good news is, he is alive.

So, that's something.

I'll break the news to Alex.

Yeah, it's funny when you said, uh... clandestine mountain clubhouse. I

that was hyperbole.

How's the sheriff?

Well, she's in surgery.

Let's remove the bullet from her leg.

Astro Hitler healed up the entry wound, but left the internal damage to mend.

Anyway, the doctor said she's going to be okay, but she had a lot of questions,

so I got out of there. Is this everyone?

Not exactly an Avengers -type team -up, is it?

Heath, Dallas was badly injured back at the mansion.

He's in serious... Condition, and Kyle's prepping him for surgery.

Yeah, he's right through those doors.

Dallas can't die.

He's the one with all the video game cheat codes.

Sorry.

Yay, childhood coping mechanism.

I just, I have to make jokes or I'll lose it.

Put me to work, Roswell.

I need to think about anything but Dallas.

Okay.

Nice and easy. No sudden movements. So long as you keep holding the more

precariously placed shards, we should be able to mitigate any permanent damage.

Oh, my God.

Oh, that's gross.

Well, I appreciate the extra set of hands.

You don't have to stay.

I can call Max.

Oh, no. I can't do the pacing around the hallways like a madwoman thing.

Also, technically, these are parts of my sword. I do need them back.

And it's my fault that Dallas is here.

No, no, Jones did this.

No, that's exactly my point. I let Jones into my head. I let him get under my

skin.

This whole time I've been thinking I'm some badass, fearless warrior.

It turns out I am nothing like my mother.

I let my insecurities get the best of me.

And now look.

My new brother has shards of my careless mistake lodged in his body.

You're not the only one whose insecurities are being triggered.

I took my dad's legacy and I made it my own.

I saw a new opportunity with Deep Sky, but here I am, panicking like a med

student in his first rotation.

Kyle, every time we have faced a problem with our physiology, you have risen to

that occasion.

You literally invented a new branch of science to save my brother.

You never cease to impress me.

Don't touch my stuff.

Mind your manners or the one I drunk upstairs gets the heart attack he's been

sidestepping for half a century.

Why the hell are we down here?

Why can't I take pride in my son's underground soundproof bunker?

I can't decide if it's risky or just plain stupid you bringing me home.

Then where else?

Other than the place my son crawls into whenever the world becomes too much for

him.

I get it.

You want to try worming your way into my head again.

You know, if you just asked nicely, I might have given you the information.

Must be pretty important.

Whatever you're after.

And since I'm playing the part of damsel in distress instead of Liz, it's not

just the science to separate you and Max.

I will break into your mind.

One way or another.

You can't kill me off the rack, Max, because if I'm dead, my brain stops

working.

And then you can't get whatever it is you're after.

You're incredibly dense for a mechanical genius.

If I wanted you dead, you never would have made it out of Nora's womb.

Haven't you ever wondered how she evaded me?

Perhaps it's time I tell you the truth about your conception.

All right, I'm almost through transcribing Theo's equation, but there

holes.

Some of these symbols are incomplete.

All right, so how do we bridge the gap in the genetic sequence?

Should have paid more attention in AP alien chem.

Any luck with our little fungi?

I was able to fast track the germination process to produce some viable stem

cells. I should seal off the puzzle piece end of Max's DNA.

Great, so bust out the champagne.

Hold the ice bucket. Come take a look.

Huh.

Binding receptors are multiplying.

They're effectively stopping the peplumers in Jones' cells from

Max's DNA.

Oh.

The cost.

I mean, without the complete equation, it's like we are duct taping a solution

instead of actually fixing it.

Any breakthroughs?

That is my cue to be elsewhere.

I thought maybe we could talk about Joan's offer over some caffeine.

I'm not mad.

I just... I worry about you.

Joan's offered to advance my science in exchange for...

Extending the telomeres in your body.

It was a trick to get me to undo the science that keeps him from being able

clone himself. I am not going to turn my back on you.

Which is why you should know we are getting close to figuring out a

My plan is to ignore your DNA against rejoining his with a treatment of stem

cells from noospores.

I'm certain it'll interrupt the tether, only... Only what?

According to everything we know about the science, this serum...

It'll take away your powers.

I understand why you hold Nora in such high regard, but those placed on

pedestals are bound to fall.

You get my mother's name out of your damn mouth.

Perhaps I should tell you about your mother's mouth.

Once upon a time, she was my right hand.

Until the rebels clouded her judgment and turned her against me. My mother was

good!

Then you're nothing but a damn liar.

Maybe. Maybe not.

That's the beauty of it.

Broken children cling to fairy tales that tell them they can be mended.

Yours is Nora.

I've barely scratched the surface of your subconscious and I can already tell

you are by far the most broken of your entire precious triad.

You don't deserve a family.

You're weak.

And that's why you will try and fail to stop me from getting into your head.

You lost?

Snack bar's on level five.

No, no, I was just trying to clear my head.

What you doing with the machine?

I'm honestly just trying to keep myself busy.

Seeing my brain, I'll stop thinking about worst -case scenarios.

You need help?

I was starting to feel like a nuisance up in the lab.

I'm just thinking about why this was built.

You know? I mean, Nora made it seem like it was built for something more than

just a phone E .T.

It reads frequencies, right? So I'm wondering if I can alter it in some way

find Jones, then it'll lead us to Michael. You think that'll work? I'm

at straws, but I gotta do something.

I get it, man.

It's much easier to act than to react, right?

When I was, um... When I was dying, I wrote all these letters to

people I cared about.

They just ended up in a hole in the ground.

Yeah, I just couldn't face anything head -on.

You know, it was the only way I knew how to cope.

So, hell, if you need to bang on that machine, if not break, I get it.

I'm guessing that's not the Spanish for huzzah.

I don't know how to separate Max and Jones permanently without affecting the

alien proteins in Max's DNA.

It's okay.

Come on, Roswell.

Tell me what's really going through that brain of yours.

John's offered me everything I want.

And even though, deep down, I knew I would never take the deal, a part of me

wonder what if.

God, he knew exactly what to say to trigger my biggest insecurities. He knew

exactly what I hate about myself.

I want validation.

And no matter how hard I try to be satisfied, it is never enough.

I want the next thing. I want the bigger thing. I want the Nobel, the...

Frozen Moes?

Nobel, I know.

Moes, less so.

Any time I, um, did well growing up, my mom wasn't there.

La próxima vez, muñeca. Next time, I will take you to Frozen Mugs and we will

celebrate with ice cream sandwiches.

Every spelling bee, every science fair.

Nothing merited her committing.

Nothing made Frozen Mugs real.

What exactly is real in this case? I mean, take a look around you. You are in

a top -secret scientific chocolate factory that would make generics wet

pants.

So...

Who cares what the next thing is?

It doesn't make me a bad scientist if I stop asking what if.

Because right now I just want to block out the possibilities the further most

and just fix this one problem for us.

Even if it means no one will ever benefit from what was achieved here.

Either way.

You are a hero to the people in this building.

And quite honestly, a round of margaritas with them kind of sounds

prize on a shelf that has to be dusted.

Okay.

Now will you tell me what the Spanish is for us all?

Come on, Vision. I know you want to be seen.

Tarot card.

Maybe that'll trigger things.

I've removed most of the pieces that were threatening the heart.

Lucky for Della, there's no visible nerve damage.

I just need to get in there to close up these incisions before they... 4 -0

monocryl sutures ready to roll.

You've picked up more in an hour than I did my first week of residency.

What, like it's hard?

I'm just saying.

You're quick -steady, level -headed, determined, all these great traits aside

from being a warrior.

Don't sell yourself short.

Okay, what's up, Doc?

Huh? Your energy is all over the place right now.

I'm picking up some hues of confidence, but there's something under the surface

that I can't read.

His heart rate and blood pressure are dropping. His sympathetic nervous system

has been activated.

We need to lower his heart rate. I can give him a beta blocker. That might buy

some time.

You know what? I don't think it's just medical.

I can feel that he's terrified.

He shouldn't be in there alone. I've got to try to reach him and convince him to

keep fighting.

Do you think the mitochondrial enzymes in the stem cells rebuild the

base pairs in the alien helix?

I don't know.

There's still too many variables left to be determined.

Oops.

That should be the other way around.

Heath, I... I know you want to help, but your mind is clearly divided, and it's

okay to take a minute and breathe.

Liz, I'm fine. No, none of us are fine. It's okay to take a minute and go see

Dallas. What good would that do? I'd just be in the way.

I know you don't want to hear it, but surgery is risky.

Take it from a girl who lost her sister without a goodbye.

You don't wanna live with that regret.

I do hate it when you're right.

I can do this all day, Michael.

There's nothing you can do that will stop me from getting in your head.

Even now you prove to be a disappointment.

Seems we've spent too much time talking about my weaknesses but avoiding yours.

You need a tissue.

For that nosebleed?

Couldn't have been easy holding five people in the minescape. I think you're

taxed. And because you are, well, you're probably wondering while you were

trying to push into my mind, did you leave the back door to yours unlocked?

Now, let's see if I can uncover the truth.

You want to know about the Lockhart machine?

But not because you need Theo's equation. No, you have a list for that.

You want to call someone?

No, you want to call something.

Get out of my head, Michael.

I don't want to kill you.

Right.

Because you're not the eat -your -young type.

But you are the kind of guy who would murder his own triad.

It was an unusual day in the Oasis.

It rained for the first time in a while. And you held a sword that should have

drawn its energy from its triad, just like any other.

But yours wouldn't charge, would it, daddy dearest?

My triad was holding me back.

Much like Max and Isabel do to you.

You found a loophole to charge up your sword.

A way to corrupt its power by taking life after life.

Starting with the members of your own triad.

You murdered your family for power.

Last chance, Michael. I don't want to do this the hard way.

But if you don't give me the information I need... What are you going to do?

Growl me?

You want your sword?

You're going to have to go throw me.

Okay, so the first time that Michael popped the back of the machine open, he

said that it felt familiar somehow.

So maybe he's the key.

Hey, uh, I know this is weird, um, but Michael leaves his hand dandies all

around my place, and I don't think he ever washes them.

So maybe some trace DNA will pop the trunk.

Okay.

Another dead end?

Try to mentally screwdriver this thing open?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

All right.

Interesting.

This could be yours and Jones' frequency.

You think a regular guy from Roseville could do that?

What do you mean by that?

It's just something Liz mentioned.

One of the side effects of defeating Jones is that I may lose my powers.

So wait, you're going to be human, huh?

That's what you always wanted.

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, not exactly.

Two of the people who defined me for most of my life. I won't be anything

them. But they're forming a new tribe with Dallas anyway, so...

You know, it's cool.

So, wait, are you afraid that you're going to lose your purpose if you're not

their savior anymore?

Max, your siblings don't love what you can do for them. They love you.

What about Liz?

I mean, she fell in love with an alien.

I mean, what happens when I'm no longer the secret to the universe?

Well, I mean, you're not built for just one thing.

You're not just an alien.

You're not just a brother.

You're not just a clone.

You're Max Evans, no matter what form that takes.

Shouldn't you be up on the, uh, science floor?

Needed some air.

And, uh, no offense, but I'm really, really not down to talk feelings with

boyfriend of my ex.

Whatever we were.

Yeah, no, nobody wants that.

So, uh, so just talk to me like I'm some guy from Roswell.

Skipping over every misstep that got me here.

Pretty damn terrified that I might lose my best friend in the entire world.

And, of course, that he'll take with him my only small shot at redemption.

Final piece of the code that'll sever you from your wonder twin.

There's more to it than that, though, isn't there?

I'm afraid that I can't come back from the things I've done.

Dallas has always seen me as a...

Good person with bad option.

But honestly, I'm not so sure that's true.

And I'm scared to face him.

I think we're all capable of coming back from way more than we realize.

I think about everybody in here.

We're all just trying to navigate our missteps.

Look, just because we make some bad choices, that doesn't make us bad

It just makes us human.

Keith, you're needed in surgery.

I thought Dr. Valenti was the alien specialist.

Yeah, he is. Right now we need a Dallas specialist.

So much for quality family time.

See how funny it is when I run my sword through you.

And here I thought I missed Little League.

I've been waiting 70 years to do that.

So you do love someone as much as you love Nora.

And he's got a toy I want.

Nine of swords, fear.

Ten of swords, painful endings.

The tower.

Catastrophe.

It feels like the answer's up.

Maybe I...

I just need to let them fly.

The junkyard.

I'm not going to lie, this is going to be a little weird for you.

Yeah, right, because it was all so normal up to this point.

Dallas is somewhere in his subconscious.

Now, when I jumped in there, I couldn't find him, so I need your help. Where

would he go if you were afraid?

To the place where we used to quiet the voices.

Show me.

Is that really you, or is this like walking through the light?

Well, I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the physics of all of it, but...

Yeah, it's me.

You want to tell me why you're hiding out in your childhood coping mechanism?

Never really believed in the devil before.

Today, he was in my head.

Well, in that case, I feel pretty damn sorry for the devil, because...

It's better than here.

I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on.

It's like the hardest thing I've ever done, just trying to survive.

It's different.

It's different when you're the one that needs the comforting.

I didn't know if you were coming, if anyone was coming.

you've always taught the world to me.

I guess I just couldn't stand the thought of not living up to your

You're my family.

I'm not going to turn my back on you because you stumbled once.

Everyone makes mistakes.

It's what you do afterwards that's what defines us.

So fix it.

Liz needs that last little bit of your dad's equation.

All right? I promise I will make things right.

I am going to need a little bit of that classic Dallas guidance.

Sorry for bolting.

I, uh, had an itty -bitty, teeny -tiny, very tough cowboy existential crisis.

When you told me there was a chance that I would no longer be what I am, the

first thing that ran through my mind was whether or not you'd still love me if I

was actually just a guy from Roswell.

You are not just anything to me, Meg.

And whatever, whoever you are, I... I love you.

I always will.

I love you, too.

So... Let's finish this serum.

What do you need?

First, I need something I've been meaning to do for a very long time.

Kiss me, Maxim.

Ah, crap.

Sorry, my timing is terrible. You want me to come back in? I can turn around.

No, all good.

How's Dad? Yeah, he's in good hands.

And luckily, I had someone to talk me out of making another mistake.

Sorry, Evans, but it looked like you were going to get to live to be another

as a little green man.

Michael!

How'd you find me, Luca?

Intuition. I've got to move.

Don't go, Michael. You're hurt.

Acetone.

Tables.

Okay, we gotta go. The only place we're going is a hospital. This is a gnarly

wound, Michael. We gotta close it up ourselves.

I got booze, mechanics glue, and a stapler.

Jones is after the Lockhart machine. He knows it's with Alex.

Let's go into deep sky.

Please. Alcohol is behind the beakers.

Either Liz just kiss Max or... Or it could be Jones. They might need me. No,

need you more. I need you to remove the last shard. What? The second it's out of

his neck, I'll go in there and close it before I bleed it out.

I've got better control of my abilities.

All right. You ready?

You 11, you 12, you 5.

We have all of the pieces. We're just missing the mystery protein. You X.

Man, it's got to be the key to repairing the DNA while making it inaccessible to

junk and tether. So, close, but no cigar.

Guys, we are running out of time.

I'm getting a bad feeling. This flickering isn't me.

Okay, but what if close enough is the point? The mysterious protein.

X is an unknown variable because it is dependent on the person we are trying to

separate. The DNA has to be close enough to supplement in, like a graft or a

bone marrow transplant.

Oh, my God, the X is like the hair in the Polyjuice potion.

Sure, but if we're lucky enough, we could bridge the base pairs without

affecting the alien protein.

Well, we'd still need DNA from a member of Jones' immediate family.

Michael.

What? No, I thought not Max. Had him.

What about his antenna?

How was it? Did I do okay?

Yeah.

Oh, my God, Kyle.

Thank you. I should be thanking you.

You helped save this man's life.

You make a good team.

What?

I can tell there's something on your mind. What is it?

That's gotta be Jones.

You don't need Jones's sword to be a warrior.

You're ready for this.

You did it?

This compound will keep Max and Jones apart for good.

Right on schedule.

Give me the solution, Elizabeth.

No, I won't let you.

Let me? Since when has Elizabeth Deco cut about permission?

Ethics. You don't control.

Who I am or what I do, I decide that. And I said no. Give me the solution, Liz

and Valenti.

There's a machine here I want. Bring it to me or I'll be forced to do something

I really enjoy.

So will I.

I'll be forced to kick your ass.

Oh.

Well, it seems no one here has any common sense.

Give me what I want, or I drop them.

Take the machine.

Smart boy.

Now I bet you're thinking, hey, he drops them, I'll catch them. No big.

But I have a hunch that we don't quite have the strength to catch all three.

Get away from him!

What'll it be, Elizabeth?

Liz, don't do it!

Next time, frozen mouth.

You made a very wise choice.

If only you made that choice the first time around.