All language subtitles for Roswell.New.Mexico.S02E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Previously
on Roswell, New Mexico...

MAX: 50 years after the
incident, I woke up in here,

no memories
or rudimentary skills.

Noah is a vile sociopath

who murdered my sister.

I keep finding mention
of a prison named "Caulfield."

KYLE: Aliens have been
tortured here for decades.

MICHAEL:
Why do I know you? She's my...

ALEX: Your mother.
FLINT: We have ten minutes

to get out of this building.
(alarm blaring)

Grab everything that you can--
hard drives, anything.

Why are you keeping us alive?
The alighting.

Now that you're all
grown up, they'll come.

You're the savior.

NOAH:
You have no idea
what you're capable of.

You could be a god!

I want you to feel
what I feel for you.

Echoes.

LIZ:
Everything.

ISOBEL: Rosa.
MAX: He's had her here
all this time.

MICHAEL:
You can't resurrect a girl
that's been dead a decade.

We can't undo the past.

Rosa, where's Max?

(crying):
No. No.

(sighs softly)

You're sure
Noah's really gone?

Yeah, I'm sure.

We moved his body over to the
cliff by the turquoise mines.

Won't be long before
someone finds him.

He said I'm some
kind of savior.

That the... the
victors of the war

on our home planet
would come for me.

He called it "the alighting."

The alighting?

Yeah.

That's dramatic.

Let's not talk
about him right now.

Maybe we should talk
about what comes next, though.

Well, if you'd give me, like,
a minute to recover...
Mm-mm.

(both laugh)

I took a few
weeks off work.

Isobel's gonna need me.

Once she feels better, you have
that job offer in Palo Alto.

I am not leaving you, Max.

Good.

'Cause you owe
me a road trip.

(laughs)

I'm going where
you're going.

(laughs)

(laughing):
What?

You smell like rain.

(laughs)

♪ I will carry you... ♪

(laughs)

(crying softly)

Liz?

Rosa.

Liz, I don't understand...

You look different.

What happened to him?
How did I get here?

Izzie. I think Izzie came

to the turquoise mines
last night, and...

and, Liz, something
bad happened.
That wasn't last night.

What?

I'm gonna explain everything
to you, okay?

But I need you to go wait
in the car.

No. We have to call 911.
We need an ambulance.

No! It's too late!

Max is dead.

♪ I am still living
with your ghost ♪

♪ Lonely and dreaming
of the West Coast ♪

♪ I don't want
to be your downtime... ♪

Scully's sweet potato fries
with extra flying sauce to go.
Thank you.

♪ I don't want
to be your stupid game ♪

♪ With my big black boots
and an old suitcase... ♪

They tip better
when you smile.

I smile.
You bare your teeth.

Are you working
on the books?

Weekday business
has been slow.

Citizenship paperwork. Uh...

Besides, the Crashdown
is no longer your concern.

You are headed
for much bigger things.

You might be the only
Mexican father on the planet

who wants his daughter
to leave home.

I'm the only Mexican father
on this planet

whose daughter is genius

extraordinaire
Elizabeth Ortecho.

(chuckles)

I'm glad you accepted
the grant in Palo Alto.

Which reminds me,
I have your keys.

If you're leaving again,
I'm gonna require

a social media presence.

The occasional
face mask selfie...

Thank you for coming
to say goodbye.

I reject goodbye.

I was coming to vent about
Michael Guerin ghosting me.

I have seen that guy
go on intimate third dates

with the men's room
toilet seat.

Okay, I changed your oil.

Oh, and one more thing.

San Cristobal.

Para que te
cuide en el camino.

(chuckles)

Okay.

(exhales)
Now just one more
Roswell good time

before I hit the road.

(violin playing)

I suppose I shouldn't have
been surprised

that my beloved Noah
would be killed by something

as rare as a strike
of lightning.

He was, after all...

an extraordinary man.

From the first moment we met,

he just seemed to...

know me...

inside and out.

(exhales)

(laughs softly)

I'm sorry.

You know, what I really want
to do here today is...

to tell you about someone...

who I love very much.

He was a man with an unrivaled
capacity for love

who could hold you
in his heart...

...despite distance

or rejection.

He made mistakes,

but he was noble.

And he dedicated his life
to righting his own wrongs,

and the wrongs of others.

My wrongs.
(laughs softly)

(sobbing)

He was my other half,

my better half.

I don't think I'll
ever let him go.

(sobbing hysterically)

Isobel.

Isobel. Shh.
It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

The pod. The pod.

Help me get him
into the pod, Michael.

Help me. Help me.

LIZ:
He isn't sick.

He's not coming back.

I just need time. Please.

Look, we'll just--
we'll make up a story, okay?

We'll send texts from his phone.
We'll say that he left town.

Please, just help me.
Michael!

I really appreciate it.
Thank you.

So, Tess says that
her green chili mac

is in her very best crystal,

so she has asked that you
kindly return it promptly.

Don't worry, I'll help you
get rid of all of this.

It's okay, Mom.

It's gonna be good for me
to have something to do.

I'm just sorry that
Max isn't here.

I don't know what's
gotten into him.

His text messages have been
so vague and gruff.

Baby, listen, Noah will
always be with you.

He loved you so much.

Mrs. Evans.

That's a phenomenal cape.

Michael.

Looked like you needed
some saving.

Well, we all have
our parts to play.

Isobel, how long are we
gonna keep this up?

I just need a little time.

Yeah. You keep saying that.

I'm, uh...

I'm going to have to
wake him soon.

My father?

I can't keep him
in a coma forever.

Why the hell not?

Hospital resources.

Eventually, they'll start
asking questions.

Oh, and also,
I'm not a murderer.

No, you're not.

But he is.

(exhales)

Kind of thought you'd call.

I mean, it seemed
like a kiss

at least worthy
of a text back.

I don't know if you noticed,
but I'm not much

of a relationship guy.

Right.

Well, you don't have
to avoid me.

You're going through a thing.
Pony's your watering hole.

Regulars shouldn't drink alone
when they're grieving.

Isobel.

Oh, Sheriff Valenti.

Thank you so much for coming.

You're Roswell PD family.

Speaking of,
is Max around?

Um, I think he's out of town.

Didn't he put in
a request for vacation?

Uh, when you were...
seeking treatment,

Noah came by the office.

He implied that he and your
brother didn't get along.

And now I haven't seen Evans
since Noah's death.

(clears throat)
Michelle.

Shouldn't you be focusing
on other issues?

Like that vandal that's
terrorizing town.

I mean, graffiti is
an early indicator

of gang violence.

VALENTI:
Is it? Hmm.

I'll make sure to move
the graffiti bandit

to the top of my priority list.

Excellent.

Hey.

I'm so sorry
for your loss.

Yeah.

I'm sorry?

Honestly, I don't know
why you showed up.

You're the reason
my brother isn't here

on the day
that I need him most.

You know I wish he was here.

But he's not, is he?

Because he loves you more.

He always has.

The only thing
that could keep him

from me at this
unimaginable time in my life

is how much he loves you.

You know,

I didn't mean to hurt him.

I just can't stay
in Roswell forever.

You dumped him,
and he ran away.

What could some small-town man
offer the brilliant Liz Ortecho?

Just leave.

(people murmuring)

(sighs)

Hey! Wait.

What?

Whoa.

I'm just wondering how things
are going over at Max's house.

I told Rosa everything.

Except that the whole town
thinks she's a murderer.

Doesn't matter. We're leaving.

(sighs)

Michael...

I think Isobel is in denial.

And it's getting worse.

I mean, it's like she thinks

if she just waits long enough,

he's gonna wake up
and be fine one day.

You need to tell
her what we know.

(jukebox clicks)

("Plush" by Stone Temple Pilots
playing)

(distorting):
♪ And I feel ♪

♪ Time's a wasted go... ♪
(grunts)

(music stops)

ISOBEL:
Rosa.

Izzy.

Isobel can't come to
the phone right now.

They're not gonna
come after you.

They're gonna come
after the people

you care about.

LIZ:
Rosa.

Rosa, please!

(gasps)

I-I couldn't wake you.

I-I shook you,
and I-I called your name,

and you wouldn't wake up.
It was like you were...

Hey.

Maybe spending a decade dead

inside of a glowing,
ooze-filled

egg coffin from outer space
has some side effects.

Someone could've seen you.

I just needed some
air. Calm down.

Stop worrying.
Stop worrying?
About you?

Have we met?

I'm sorry.

We'll leave
for Palo Alto tomorrow.

Hiding here is annoying, but...

I can handle it
for a bit longer.

You could stay
for Max's funeral.

Max wouldn't want me to stay
here, waiting to bury him.

Hey.

Is this my necklace?

(scoffs)
Liz, I told you not
to take my stuff anymore.

Take it off.
(laughs)

You weren't exactly using it.

Okay, well, how about this?
Next time I die,

bury me with all my stuff.

Also, where's my
Hole T-shirt?

Take-- get it off. Turn around.
No me toques.

I-I swear,

if you lost it,
I... (gasps)

Oh, Liz.

Oh-- what...
(laughs)

What are you doing?

I never thought we'd get to have
this stupid fight again.

(laughs)

What?

I'm worried about how long
it took you to wake up.

Come with me.

(line ringing)

Hi, yes. This is Isobel Evans.

Uh, Bracken.

Do you know if my husband's, uh,

if the body had been,
um, cremated yet?

Still in the freezer?

Because I want
those frickin' ashes.

To worship!

(strains)
Just leave me alone!

(electricity sparking)

(whimpers softly)

Kyle.

I was looking for you.
Hey.

I meant to call.
I heard you and Evans broke up.

You okay?
Uh, I need a favor.

A few favors.

MRI, CT scan,
X-rays, blood work.
Let me guess.

Alien thing?

The tests aren't for me.

Holy...

Mm. Sorry, guys.
Oh! What a shot!

Looks like you're buying
those shots after all.
(phone ringing)

Maria DeLuca.

I don't understand.
I pay you to take care of her.

You let her wander off every...
(door opens)

I got her. I'll bring her back.

Mom.

You cannot keep doing this.

I say we take off
and nuke the site from orbit.

That's from Alien, Mom.
The movie?

Aliens, actually.

Plural.

1986.

I was just
joking, my love.
(chuckles)

I'm actually pretty
lucid right now.

And yet barefoot.
What's this all about?

The nurse said last week you
were crying about Rosa Ortecho.

It's been ten years
since she died, Mom.

Not always. Sometimes, it
happened just yesterday.

Sometimes, it's been a century.

Come on.

Let's find you some shoes, hmm?

This is so dumb.

I was recently un-murdered.
I can handle some nightmares.

Let's just give Liz
some peace of mind.

She deserves it.

So, ten years,
and my half brother

is still pining for my sister.

Cool, cool, cool.

Hey, uh, what's
your drug of choice?

Why, quarterback?
You want to party?

Started with Oxy.

(chuckles):
God.

Your frontostriatal loop
is fine.

You produce normal
noradrenaline.

Unheard of in
chronic opioid users.

Apparently, Evans
can fix anything.

(sighs)
Okay.

What's the point of a medical
license with that guy around?

Yeah, well, he's not around.

Fixing me killed him, so,

stay in school, kids.

He's what?

Max is dead?

Yes.

Look, I need you
to do your doctor thing,

so what are you saying?

I'm saying

that any physical injury
you had has healed.

Including damage
caused by drugs.

(sighs)

This is a good thing.

(quietly):
I'm gonna screw it up.

(clears throat)

Yeah, when I was a kid,
I was a total dick.

(laughs softly)
Feels like just yesterday.

And when my dad died,

that's the guy
he thought he raised.

A bully.

And when my sister died,
that's the guy she knew, too.

But you're back,

and I won't waste
this opportunity.

You shouldn't, either.

(Michael sniffles, groans)

(truck door opens)

MICHAEL:
Alex.

Hey.

I saw at the, uh, funeral
that your hand was healed.

Thought you might use it.

Max healed me.

I didn't want him to.

Look, the night of the storm,
you came over and said

you were getting out of the
Air Force to play music.

I can't take your guitar.

Well, I'm not getting out.

There's too much
work to do.

I'm the one that's
supposed to do it.

I came back the next morning,

after clearer heads
had prevailed.

I wanted to show you something.

Right before Caulfield exploded,

Kyle stole as many hard drives
as he could.

The data's encrypted,
so there's not that much

to go on, but, uh...

Your mother's cell
was marked N39.

This is just her intake
form. This is day one.

There's got to be more
on the files, too.

Or...
No.

She came here as a refugee.

And she was taken from me.

And then for 70 years,
Manes' men experimented on her.

I don't want the rest
of the gory details.

There's-there's no fixing this.

Let it go!

Hey.

If I had gotten out...

left Roswell and I asked you
to come with me...

would you?

All our years of this,

I've never said no to you.

You push me away,
you pull me back in,

and I go where you want me.

I don't want that anymore.

I don't want
to keep hoping

that maybe this time
you won't go.

I don't want
to play your guitar.

I don't think we're good
for each other, Alex.

And I-I want
to be good for somebody.

So, no.

I'm saying no.

(gasps, sighs)

Look, Ma... no hands.

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

She's healthy.

It's like nothing
happened at all.

Except for the handprint
Evans left on her chest.

I never really understood
the handprint.

Max healed Michael's hand
before he died.

I thought I might
have one, too,

but neither of us is marked,
only Rosa.

Hmm.

Maybe there can only be
one at a time?

But yours was gone
in a few days.

I don't know.

(sighs) Thank you
for all of this, Kyle.

I'm gonna pull the car around
to the loading dock.

Hey, Liz?

I'm sorry Max is gone.

I wish I could thank him.

What the hell you doing?

Exorcising demons.

Noah told Max that we're
not using our potential.

That we could train
and be stronger.

I'm gonna protect myself.

(distorted):
I'm in control.

(grunts)

Stop.

Stop!
Don't touch me!

NOAH:
You are my person.

(grunts)

I've only been training
for two weeks.

Imagine. If I keep at this,
then maybe I can...

Maybe what?

You think you can
bring him back?

Come with me.

ROSA:
You said that after my funeral,

Mom left and never came back.

You were always
telling me that

one day she would
leave for good.

You always wanted me
to be prepared.

Yeah, I've just been
thinking lately that...

what if something bad
happened to her,

like maybe
la migra got her, or...

Nothing bad happened.

She's in Nebraska...

shacked up with some
white guy named Dirk.

(country music playing on radio)

Nothing you did
made her leave.

Nothing any of us did
could have made her stay.

(changes stations)

♪ I can understand
how you'd be so confused ♪

(volume increases)
Hey.

Rosa.
♪ I don't envy you ♪

You're gonna blow a speaker!
♪ I'm a little bit
of everything ♪

Come on, Liz, sing.

♪ All rolled into one ♪
Come on.

(singing along):
♪ I'm a bitch, I'm a lover ♪

♪ I'm a child, I'm a mother ♪

♪ I'm a sinner, I'm a saint ♪

♪ I do not feel ashamed ♪

♪ I'm your hell,
I'm your dream ♪

♪ I'm nothing in between ♪

♪ You know you wouldn't want it
any other way. ♪

It's an old ultrasound machine
the hospital junked.

I fixed it after Max died
and Liz and I came here.

After you got sick
from the blue serum,

we did scans while we
worked on the antidote.

That's an image of Max's heart
when it was healthy.

And this is what
it looks like now,

just a void.

You're not some kind of
alien anatomy expert, Michael.

Max's heart was weakened
by Noah's attacks

before he decided
to lasso lightning.

And after all that,
he played God.

I begged him to leave well
enough alone, but he couldn't.

He died of a massive
heart attack, Isobel.

The organ is shredded!

Because he had to be the hero,

Max's heart is never
beating again.

(Rosa humming tune)

(continues humming)

(grunts)
Our casa. Ah...

Okay.

I call first shower.

Uh, except that
I'm the oldest.

(chuckles)

Not anymore, you're not.

I'm driving tomorrow.

Not with your expired license.

We'll get you a new one
in California.

Death records don't travel.

(chuckles)
Great.

I'll be the hottest 31-year-old
in the Pacific Time Zone.

(laughs)

(sobbing)

ROSA:
Liz?

(muffled sobbing)

(sobbing hysterically)

Liz! Liz, help me!

(panting)

Liz, help me!

Liz! (gasps)

Strange creatures
with familiar features.

The alighting!

They're coming for us, Maximo!
(screaming)

(panting)

Did you have
another nightmare?

Yeah, it's this guy.
He's chasing me.

He won't leave me alone.

I'm fine.
Go back to sleep.

Don't treat me like
the little sister.

Who was it?

(sighs) He was tall.

Good hair.
Indian, maybe.

Noah Bracken.

I've never seen
his real face before, Liz.

How is he in my head?

(country music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

You want to try?

Yeah.
Yeah?

It's pretty easy.
Ready? Get real low.

Hey! What the hell
you think you're doing?
Whoa.

Oh, you-- you're
pissed at me.

Well, did your--
did your girl

look like an unwilling
participant?

Does he say anything
in your dreams?

I don't know, something
about creatures.
It's all very standard,

freaky nightmare crap.
Try to remember.

What's an "alighting"?

The alighting.

Oh, my God.

It's Max.

The handprint on you
hasn't faded in weeks.

It's-it's a psychic connection.

You can share feelings
and memories.

You're-you're seeing fragments
of Max's memories.

That's how you know Noah's face.
You sound crazy.

If there is a part of his brain
where there is still

coordinated electrical
signaling...

If there's consciousness,
then that means that

there's oxygenated cells.

You said that there was no way.

You said that his heart
was destroyed,

and that there was
no saving him.

This changes things.

If the connection to you
kept his brain alive,

there's hope.

KYLE:
Liz thinks we can do
a heart transplant.

Alien hearts and human
hearts are different,

so our options are limited.

So she wants to use
Noah's heart?

But he's the actual devil.
And frozen solid.

I thought after I filed
the fake autopsy report,

we were gonna
get rid of him.

According to the Project
Shepherd research from '47,

you can't cremate
an alien body.

They release toxic fumes.

I asked our guy at the morgue
to keep him on ice

until we figured out
a solution.

This wasn't the plan.

This still isn't the plan.

We can't just pop a
replacement heart in the guy

and bring him back to life.

Wait, hold on.

KYLE:
That's not Noah.

Someone else has him.

This isn't sanitary.
Who else asked you
to contact them

about Noah Bracken?
Who else is giving you a cut?

Just you and your guys.

Oh!
We don't have guys.

You just missed him
a few minutes ago.

Did he look like he could be
related to this guy?

I thought it was you.

Loading the body
into the van.

ALEX:
Turn the car around, Flint.

I am asking you as your brother.

And I'm saying no.

I'm taking the specimen
to Area 51,

where I have clearance
and you don't.

Okay, listen to me.

You have a chance
to do some good here.

Good?

You and your friend
did something to Dad.

There's a chain of command
in this family.

ALEX: There's a sealed
incinerator at Area 51.

We can't exactly
storm the place.

I'm really sorry, Liz.

It wouldn't have worked anyway.

Can you put
some music on?

It just doesn't make sense to me
that I'm alive

and Max Evans isn't.
Rosa, no.

I've been trying so hard

so you wouldn't feel that.
Don't think about it

like that;
that's not what I want for you.

ROSA: Military
exempt plates.

If you were gonna go
to Nevada from Roswell,

you would take I-40, right?

There's still pretty much just
one road in and out of town.

Flint was the Manes in my grade.

He was always such a dick.

Rosa, no!

(tires screeching)

Ah! He threw the first punch!

I don't care about
the fight, Guerin.

(scoffs)
Were you trying
to hurt me?

You wanted to mess this thing up
before we got our hopes up

that maybe it might
actually work.

Oh, you are welcome, DeLuca.

Hope screws people up.

Hoping that your,
your family will come

and save you from the system.
Hoping that

anyone can be
saved at all.

So you-- you made out
with some random

to protect me from
my own hopeful heart?

Bull.

You can get these
from the bouncer tomorrow.

You're walking home.

(door closes)
(sighs)

(hissing)

(grunts)

Oh.

Need your help moving a body.

If I had a dollar
for every time I've heard that.

I wonder if my life
will ever be normal again.

It's 2:41 a.m.

My name is
Elizabeth Ortecho,

and this is my record
of the dissection

of specimen NB.

Did you call Isobel?

The last thing Isobel needs
is to get her hopes up.

(saw whirring)

(exhales)
Oh.

It could be some sort of
organic phosphorus?

It's an unknown
chemical compound.

A distant derivative

of phenyl-2-propanone.

I could never figure out
the 21st compound.

But apparently it's the key
to their nanotech

and their biology.

Our biology.

I always thought
it was synthetic.

But if it's organic,

the tech itself could
have neural activity.

Wait, you're saying you think
these organs are part tech?

In human terms, I guess.

That's-that's good,
'cause in the human world,

broken tech can be fixed.
(cracking)

Ah, come on, that's...

Is that his heart?

What's left of it.

(fire crackling)

Did the heart work?

If Flint hadn't spun his wheel
at that exact second,

he'd have T-boned us.

You.

I'd have lost you, again.

But that wasn't
gonna happen.

You are a 19-year-old
drug addict.

You don't know everything!

You're right.

And that's why I don't
understand why God

would make such a lousy trade.

Why he would pick me to save
and Max to die.

Because Max is a hero,
and I'm what you said, right?

You've been putting on
a great show,

with the laughing
and the singing.

But you said it.

You told me that

you've been trying so hard.

You've been trying
so hard not to let me see

how unhappy you are, Liz.

No. I am happy you're here.

But you're not happy.

God didn't make
a trade, Rosa.

Max did.

And he's just a man

who wanted to do
something extraordinary.

And he did.

He brought you
back to life.

And now I'm gonna
bring him back.

Noah's heart was good?

No.

I chose regenerative medicine

as my focus when you died.

'Cause I was broken.

And I wanted to repair
the irreparable.

LIZ:
It's an ethics nightmare.

I have been spit on
by protesters

and shut down
by the government.

I've worked on tiny rat hearts
my whole life,

waiting until someone in power
would believe

that I could do this
with people, too.

And over and over,
old men on boards have told me

to stay in my lane.

To calm down.

To wait.

But I can do this.

♪ Another head hangs lowly... ♪

Noah's heart is shriveled
and weak.

Just like he was.

But I'm gonna fix it.

Max gave me back
the only thing

I've ever lost
that mattered to me.

♪ Who are we mistaken? ♪

Now it's my turn.

♪ But you see, it's not me ♪

♪ It's not my family ♪

♪ In your head, in your head ♪

♪ They are crying ♪

♪ In your head ♪

♪ In your head ♪
(sighs)

♪ Zombie, zombie ♪

♪ Zombie-ie-ie ♪

♪ What's in your head? ♪

♪ In your head... ♪

Why can't I feel you, Max?

Your spirit, I mean.

Why can't I feel you,

but I feel Noah

all the time.

Like he's crawling
under my skin.

♪ Another ♪

♪ Mother's breaking ♪

♪ Heart is taking over ♪

♪ When the violence ♪

♪ Causes silence, we... ♪

How long ago did my mom...
escape?

NURSE:
21 minutes exactly.

She's on the security cameras,

walking straight off
the property.

So she'll be here any minute.

I'll bring her back
in the morning.
Thank you.

♪ They're still fighting ♪

♪ With their tanks
and their bombs ♪

♪ And their bombs
and their guns ♪

♪ In your head, in your head ♪

♪ They are dying ♪

♪ In your head ♪

♪ In your head... ♪

♪ Zombie, zombie ♪

♪ Zombie-ie-ie ♪

♪ What's in your head? ♪

♪ In your head ♪
(gasps)

♪ Zombie, zombie ♪

♪ Zombie-ie-ie ♪
Mom?

♪ Ie, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Ie-ie, oh... ♪

NOAH:
All those books,

and you haven't
figured religion out.

What do you want?

You've taken everything.
Why me?

(choking)

Ophiuchus!

(coughing)

(grunting)

(straining): I...
I've been trying to get to you.

I'm sorry to put you
through all this.

No, this isn't real.
It's not you.

It is.

No...

You're the only one I can reach.

Rosa, please,
I need your help.

Liz can't bring me back to life.

Do you understand?!

No matter what it takes...

you have to stop her.