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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Whoever gets the science first

controls whose body Max stays in.

Then I'll keep transcribing the equation

that he dropped on my head.

We got 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 prefer
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 mindscape.

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.

Little home-field advantage.

And why else, Isobel?

We can't lie in here.

Okay, 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?

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Liz, could you please call me back?

This is the third voice
mail that I've left you.

Also, you might want to change
that voice mail, too. It's...

Not again.

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
to get inside our heads.

He wants to learn our secrets

and use 'em 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
when Max wasn't looking?

You're so convinced of your own
genius that you've 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 want
in exchange for greatness.

Maybe Helena Ortecho's words
are finally sinking in.

You are too extraordinary

to play house with a g�erito cop.

And Isobel, speaking of mothers,

I'm glad your mom is dead

so she doesn't have to see what
a 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 MacGuffin to them.

They just want the equation
that's in your head.

That's not true, Dallas.

I have 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

that he had the courage
to stand up to you.

Hmm.

Yes, Theo was bold.

Look where that got him.

And you.

Hey, 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?

Kicking me out of your head
only piques my interest further.

What could my angry
little brat be hiding?

Well, 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 gonna 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 gonna die today.

A little trick I've been holding onto.

It's a shame how little you
know about our abilities.

Good night, Michael.

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!

Hey. It's okay. It's okay.

- Is Dallas... ?
- Uh, he's alive.

But the shards... they've 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 gonna bleed out.

This is not how this was 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 mindscape,

which means either he's
looking for something

in that great big Mensa brain,

or he's playing with his food.

Jones fancies himself a utilitarian.

He needs something from Michael,

which means, wherever 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.
- But you considered it?

He's trying to get into
your head, Isobel.

- Isn't he already in yours?
- Okay, enough, Isobel.

This is exactly what
Jones wants us to do.

Okay. How long will it
take to make the serum?

I'm sorry. You-You want
her to do what he said?

We're gonna have to
use it to disconnect me

from Jones eventually anyway,

- so why delay the inevitable?
- A couple of hours.

I need my spores and a lab

and-and whatever part of the equation

Dallas is able to write
down on that paper.

He needs surgery, and
we're running out of time.

Well, luckily,

I have an excellent alien
physician on speed dial.

Did I miss the Evite to
Woman-as-Warrior Wednesday?

I had another vision.

Three coffins, no mourners.

Nothing else to go off of.

What triggered the vision this time?

- Gross tarantula.
- Ugh.

Yeah, those should be
hibernating right now.

But I guess with all the recent
frequency disturbances...

Yeah, I don't really 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,

or if everybody's ghosting me,
but I got to do something.

Any details jump out like last time?

Mm, another family crest?

Did any of the coffins
have lilies on them?

- That's really specific.
- It's Isobel's favorite flower.

- Well, how would you know that?
- Everybody knows that.

I promise you, not everybody knows that.

Ah...

- Oh, my God!
- Uh...

Am I wasting my psychic
powers just to find out

that you're in love with Isobel?

Uh, love is a big... um...

You know, it's more of
an admire when, um...

Ah, okay.

I like her.

Well, 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.

Mm.

It's Isobel.

Finally.

Oh.

Okay, yeah, uh, uh,
keep applying pressure,

but don't go to the hospital.

I know where to go.

I 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'll have to be
my second set of hands.

I have a lot of talents.

- Surgery is not one of them.
- Uh, I'll do it.

I mean, given that I have
control over the sword,

I'd be most useful anyway, right?

Um... Hmm.

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 team.

- 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.

It's funny, When you said, uh,

"clandestine mountain clubhouse,"

I assumed that was hyperbole.

How's the sheriff?

Oh, she's in surgery to 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 gonna be okay,

but she had a lot of questions,

so I... got out of there.
Is this... everyone?

Not exactly an Avengers-size
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.

Well, Dallas can't die.

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

Sorry. Uh...

Yay! Childhood coping mechanisms.

I just... I... 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 is gross.

While I appreciate the
extra set of hands,

you don't have to stay. I can call Max.

Oh, no. I can't do the, uh,
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.

- Oh, 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
doing 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-eyed drunk upstairs

gets the heart attack he's been
side-stepping for half a century.

Why the hell are we down here?

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

Well, I can't decide if it's risky

or just plain stupid,
you bringing me home.

And where else, other than
the place my son crawls into

whenever the world
becomes too much for him?

Mm.

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.

- Hmm.
- 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?

Hmm.

Perhaps it's time I tell you the truth

about your conception.

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

but there are still holes.

- Some of these symbols are incomplete.
- All right.

So, how do we bridge the
gap in the genetic sequence?

Should've paid more attention
in AP Alien Chem.

- Oh.
- Any luck with our little fungi?

Uh, I was able to fast-track
the germination process

to produce some viable stem cells.

They 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 peplomers in Jones's cells

from reattaching to Max's DNA.

Oh.

But at quite the cost.

Without the complete equation,

it's like we are duct-taping a solution

instead of actually fixing it.

Any breakthroughs?

And that is my cue to, uh, be elsewhere.

Thought maybe we could talk about
Jones's offer over some caffeine.

I'm not mad. I just...
I worry about you.

Jones 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 to clone himself.

I am not gonna turn my back on you.

Which is why you should know

we are getting close to
figuring out a solution.

My plan is to inure your
DNA against rejoining his

with a treatment of stem
cells from Noah's spores.

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

Only what?

A-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 up a time, she was my right hand,

until the rebels clouded her judgment
and turned her against me.

My mother was good!

And 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 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.

Uh, no, no. I was just, uh,
trying to clear my head.

What you doing with the machine?

I'm honestly just trying
to keep myself busy

so that my brain'll stop thinking
about worst-case scenarios.

You need help?

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

No, 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 to find Jones,

then it'll lead us to Michael.

You think that'll work?

I'm grasping at straws,
but I got to do something.

I get it, man.

And it's much easier to
act then to react, right?

You know, when I was,
um... when I was dying,

I... I wrote all these letters
to people I cared about,

and 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 to not break,

I get it.

Maldita sea.

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

I don't know how to separate
Max and Jones permanently

without affecting the alien
proteins in Max's DNA.

Okay.

Come on, Roswell.

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

Jones offered me everything I want.

And even though deep down I knew
I would never take the deal,

part of me did 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 Moe's.

Nobel I know.

Moe's, less so.

Anytime I, um... did well growing up,

my mom wasn't there.
"La pr�xima vez, mu�eca."

"Next time, I will take
you to Frozen Moe's,

and we will celebrate with
ice cream sandwiches."

Every spelling bee,
every science fair...

Nothing merited her committing.

Nothing made Frozen Moe's 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 Genoryx wet their pants.

So... who cares what the next thing is?

Does it make me a bad scientist
if I stop asking "what if?"

'Cause right now, I just want
to block out the possibilities,

the Frozen Moe's, 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 better than a prize

on some shelf that has to be dusted.

Hmm.

Okay, now will you tell me what
the Spanish is for "huzzah"?

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

Ugh.

Tarot cards.

Maybe that'll trigger things.

Huh.

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

Lucky for Dallas, 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?

Nah. I'm just saying,
you're a quick study.

Yeah. 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.

The sympathetic nervous system
must have been activated.

We need to lower his heart rate.

I can give him a beta blocker.
That might buy us some time.

You know what? I don't
think this is just medical.

I can feel that he's terrified.

He shouldn't be in there alone. I...

I've got to try and reach him and
convince him to keep fighting.

You think the mitochondrial
enzymes in the stem cells

rebuild the replacement base
pairs in the alien helix?

I don't...

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, really.
- 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 want to 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 mindscape.

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 Liz for that.

You want to call someone.

No, you want to call some "thing."

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'd 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've
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.

Well, it's like Max
and Isobel 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 gonna do? Ground me?

You want your sword?

You're gonna have to go through 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... uh, this is weird, um,

but Michael leaves his handanas
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.

Hey, could you maybe just 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 Roswell could do that?

What do you mean by that?

Oh, it was just something
Liz mentioned...

that, uh, one of the side
effects of defeating Jones

is that I may lose my powers.

So, wait. You're gonna be human, huh?

I mean, that's what you always wanted.

Yeah. Yeah. Um...

I mean, not exactly. You know,
I mean, two of the people

who have defined me for most of my life,

you know, I won't...
I won't be anything like them.

But they're... they're forming
a new triad with Dallas anyway,

so... you know, it's cool.

So, wait. Are you afraid that
you're gonna 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?

Uh, 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 the 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.

Well, skipping over every
misstep that got me here,

I am 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...

the 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 options.

But honestly, I'm... 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've been thinking 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 people.

Just makes us human.

Heath, you're needed in surgery.

I thought Dr. Valenti
was the alien specialist.

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

So much for quality family time.

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

Is that all you got, pops?

And here I thought I
missed Little League.

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.

Eight of swords... imprisonment.

Nine of swords... fear.

Ten of swords... painful endings.

The Tower.

Catastrophe.

It feels like the answer is up.

Maybe I just need to let them... fly.

The junkyard.

All right, I'm not gonna lie.

This is gonna be a little weird for you.

Yeah, right, 'cause 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 he were afraid?

Uh...

To the place where we
used to quiet the voices.

Show me.

Buckskin?

Is that, uh... is that really you,

or is this, like,
walk-into-the-light time?

Uh, well, 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,

but today, he was in my head.

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

'cause... it's a mess in here.

Oh.

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

You know, it's... it's, like, the
hardest thing I've ever done...

just trying to survive.

It's different.

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

I didn't know if you were coming,

if anyone was coming.

Yeah. I...

Look, man, you've always
thought the world of me.

Uh, I guess I just couldn't
stand the thought

of not living up to your expectations.

You're my family.

I'm not gonna turn my back on
you 'cause you stumble once.

Everyone makes mistakes. It's...

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

So fix it.

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

I-I promise I will make things right,

but I am gonna need a little bit
of that classic Dallas guidance.

Sorry for bolting.

I, uh... I 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, Max.

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, Max Evans.

Ugh. Crap. Sorry.
My timing is... terrible.

You want me to come back in?
I can turn around.

- No. All good. How's Dallas?
- Yeah.

He's in good hands, and luckily,

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

Sorry, Evans, but it looks
like you are gonna get to live

to see another day as
a little green man.

Michael!

- How'd you find me, DeLuca?
- Intuition.

Oh, my God, don't move.

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

Acetone. Table.

Oh.

Okay, we got to go.

The only place we're
going is a hospital.

- No.
- This is a gnarly wound, Michael.

- We got to close it up ourselves.
- Mm-mm.

I got booze, mechanics glue

and a staple gun.

Jones is after the Lockhart Machine.

He knows it's with Alex.

He's going to Deep Sky.

Please.

Alcohol's behind the beakers.

I meant for me.

It's now or never, DeLuca.

Do it.

Either Liz just kissed Max or...

Or it could be Jones.
They might need me.

No, I need you more. I need
you to remove the last shard.

- What?
- The second it's out of his neck,

go in there and close
up before he bleeds out.

All right.

I've got better control
with my abilities.

All right, you ready?

Uh, U11,

U12, U5.

We have all of the pieces.

We're just missing the
mystery protein: UX.

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

while making it inaccessible
to Jones's 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, wh-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-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.

Yeah, well, we'd still need DNA

from a member of Jones's
immediate family.

- Michael.
- What? No. I thought not-Max had him.

What about his handana?

Okay.

Okay.

How is it? Did I do okay?

Yeah.

Oh, my God, Kyle, thank you.

I should be thanking you.

You helped save this man's life.

We make a good team.

What?

I can tell there is
something on your mind.

What is it?

That's got to be Jones.

Uh...

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 does Liz Ortecho
care 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.

You 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 you
don't quite have the strength

to catch all three.

Hey, get away from him!

What'll it be, Elizabeth?

No!

Liz, don't do it!

Next time, Frozen Moe's.

You've made a very wise choice.

If only you'd made that
choice the first time around.