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Previously, on
"Roswell, New Mexico"...

Noah was struck
by lightning directly

in the heart. Now, how does
something like that happen

if the victim weren't
already lying down?

Max's heart was weakened

before he decided
to lasso lightning.

And after all that,
he played God.

Max gave me back

the only thing I've ever lost
that mattered to me.

And now I'm gonna
bring him back.

You're the dean of surgery's
daughter?

Yeah, I usually just
shorten it to Steph.

Your mother,
her name was Nora Truman.

How do you go from
being gunned down

to smiling next to
a prize-winning pumpkin

to an alien torture chamber
in a year?

Guerin,
there's more to the story.

We're gonna find the answers.

Help.

By order of
the United States Air Force,

open this door.

I'm looking for two women,

injured but armed
and dangerous.

It's a matter of
national security.

I'd have noticed if anything
resembling feminine

knocked on my door.

Don't let the soft features
sway you, cowboy.

They are dangerous.

Can't help but notice
the blood on your clothes.

You know, I was
doing some work...

Well, he killed a coyote, sir.

Told me you
were just gonna

scare him, but you
killed him, didn't you?

Neighbor kid.

Can't shake him.

I told you, son,

we have to protect
what's ours

from intruders.

Yes, sir.

It's a hard lesson, kid,

but one must hold paramount the
things you choose to fight for.

My father
taught me that.

Thank you for your time.

Guess that veterinary
training paid off.

You're gonna be
just fine.

How come it feels like you don't
know what I'm saying but...

you know what I'm thinking?

I wish I could understand you.

Don't worry.

I moved your truck
to the livery,

but if the military's
after you...

Listen, you can only stay
for tonight.

Boss's wife won't let him
blame the drought on God,

so that honor goes
to his foreman... that's me.

I'm already gonna lose my job.

I can't have them thinking
I'm hiding fugitives.

You understand?

You have to leave.

Tomorrow.

I'll be back
in the morning

to change your dressings
before you have to go.

Come on!

What can't wait for me to finish
my huevos rancheros?

They finally grew.

Maybe Mr. Long
won't fire you now.

That's...

that's a damn miracle.

I think they were trying
to say thank you.

And I think we should
let them stay, okay?

*ROSWELL NEW MEXICO*
Season 02 Episode 04

Title: "What If God Was One of Us?"
Aired on: April 06, 2020

Wait a minute,
you're telling me

that Michael Guerin
used pinball parts

and a car battery
to cause cutaneous perfusion?

Doesn't look pretty,

but we think
it's working.

Max was able to reach out
to Rosa mentally,

so we think he's
getting stronger.

Now all we need to do is...
Figure out the heart transplant.

I think I've locked down
the order

we need to attach the valves.

Blood flow doesn't mimic
the pattern in humans?

Reverse, actually.

I figured that out
after two hours

with an ultrasound
on Guerin's chest.

Ugh. Yeah, I can pick

his nipples out
of a lineup, Liz.

I really hope you understand
the sacrifices I'm making here.

But between that

and the surgeries
I've observed,

I'm feeling slightly
less terrified.

To cautious optimism.

To a groundbreaking achievement
no one can ever know about.

Mm.

Is this café de olla?

Oh, yeah.
What do you need?

What does that mean?
You think I don't know

your "I need a favor" face
by now?

It's seared
into my brain.

So, I need a small favor.

It's called
a personal genome machine.

I, uh, put one on order

months ago
before my study got shut down,

and it's finally at
the hospital.

- You want me to steal another...
- No.

No, no, no. I'll steal it.
I just want you to aid and abet.

Oh, yes. Okay.

Cool.

Breakfast.
Oh.

She's been doing her online
addiction counseling sessions,

and I haven't seen any new
graffiti pop up around town

since her and Maria
started talking,

so slamming doors and...

angry alt-rock
are almost charming.

Attention, tourists,

yokels and patrons

suffering through a subpar,
pun-filled meal,

I'm Graham Green,

creator of last week's 39th most
downloaded true crime podcast.

Thank you very much.

Hey, subscribe now
and receive

a free milkshake
across the street,

in a reasonably priced
take-home mug.

What are you doing?

I'm rescuing these fine people

from soggy fries.

I am gonna sog you
in the fries if you...

The people of Planet Earth
deserve to know

that there are more authentic...

♪ So I missed
a million miles of fun ♪

♪ I know it's up ♪

♪ For me ♪

Wait, I thought
only Michael could, like,

move things.

I'm diversifying my portfolio.

How are you feeling, by the way?

Lighter.

Heard the U-F-Doughs
were your idea.

Mm-hmm.

Dad says that doughnut sales
have tripled, so thank you.

Every little bit
of extra cash

counts with
Graham Green's authentic 1947

malt shop opening
at the UFO Emporium.

Well, these days, everything
is about aesthetic.

People don't leave the house
unless they can post about it.

Your dad's enchiladas are
good,

but no filter's gonna
save that presentation.

Hey, you've been here every day
for weeks. I know you...

love you some space jam,
but what's really going on?

Okay, look.

After everything that happened
with Noah,

I got a new perspective on
the whole mind-meddling thing.

I'd only used it
for selfish purposes,

so I was prepared to
go off it cold turkey.

But then, last week,

I saw your father
leaving church, and...

I started to
wonder if maybe...

You've been messing
with my dad's head?

Isobel,
what are you doing?

Okay, just hear me out.

Your father's a religious man.

Right? He believes in all
the great resurrections:

Jesus, Lazarus, dad bod.

Maybe, with
my influence,

I can get him to...

believe in another resurrection.

Rosa.

He's not gonna
question a miracle.

His health is dubious, at best.

If my dad saw Rosa,
he would have a heart attack.

You're doing everything you
can to reunite my family.

Let me at least try
to reunite yours.

Feliz cumpleaños, mamá.

I forgot.

Gracias, mijo. I-I've
been buried in work.

I thought Noah's case
was closed.

Well, never hurts to be
thorough.

I'm worried about you, Mom.

Every day,
you see this town

at its worst,
and I know it kills you.

I know you want
to fix it.

But wasn't Noah's death
a freak accident?

Remember when you thought,
despite all odds,

that there was more to your
father's death than cancer?

I was wrong about Dad,
Mom.

There was no greater meaning,
no epiphany.

It's like you used
to tell me when I was a kid.

Some things are just...

God's will.

A wild Michael Guerin

finally emerges from his
weeks-long hibernation

in a lab and a library.

Isobel's on a health kick.

DeLuca won't
speak to me.

Turns out I don't
have many friends.

I reached out to Maria,

after Liz told me
that Rosa spilled the beans.

I got a text back saying that
she's gonna keep your secrets.

She just needs a little time
to be with her mom right now.

Nothing since.

I can't believe this sentence
is about to leave my mouth,

but...

do you think that Mimi DeLuca

- could've been...
- Please don't say "abducted."

I think there might be
an alien connection.

Or not.

I just want
to learn everything I can.

I figured you didn't invite me
out to the Long farm

for a tea party
with Wyatt.

Guy in the newspaper photo
next to my mom... Roy Bronson.

Foreman at the Long farm
in the '40s.

When every other farm
was struggling,

the Longs experienced
record-breaking crops.

Summer of '47.

No one could explain it. Okay.

Till October '48.
The day after

that photo ran in the paper,

the farm was devastated
by a massive fire.

Foreman, entire
staff killed.

Whole place burned down.

What caused the fire?

Well, the paper called
it an act of God.

Said it was a... freak storm.

Bolt of lightning
strikes the barn

the same night
that my mom's caught

and locked up in Caulfield.

While you were being an
American hero, I was a rancher,

and these people's livelihood
depends on taking copious notes.

I want to see if they have
some record of my mom.

Howdy.

Oh. I'm sorry.

That's the greeting
we reserve for guests.

What I meant to say is...

...y'all are trespassing.

Think he realizes
he can't possibly shoot

both of us
with that thing?

I don't think logic is
the best defense

against a buzzed redneck.

Aren't there terms

to your probation
when it comes to weapons?

Court stipulates no firearms.

The 140-psi
Buck-banger's

got no combustible parts.

But it'll still
bust a hole

in your junkyard ass
unless you vacate

this little patch of paradise.

Okay, we'll go.

You seem busy anyway.

With what?

Whoa! Hey!

Diamond! Silk!
Get back here!

Come on.

Seriously?
It's an empty theater.

What kind of pervert
doesn't leave a buffer seat?

You watch surgeries
for fun.

Seems like the pot
calling the kettle pervert,

if you ask me.
Well, this is

my quiet place
of contemplation

you keep invading.

A guy I know is waiting
on a heart transplant.

I just want to know everything
I can when the time comes.

Hmm.

This guy a friend of yours?

More of a... rival.

It's complicated.

So this is about a girl.

Okay,
so you're watching heart surgeries

to try to impress a girl

whose boyfriend is dying?

Did I just wake up
in a YA novel?

Trust me, with our history,
you can fill a whole series.

I don't know.

You're a decent-looking guy.

Seems like it'd be a lot easier
for you to just move on.

Mm.

Is that her?

See the lab coat?

They need the doctor
in it down the hall.

Hey, Valenti.

Mm? There's a triple bypass
scheduled this afternoon.

I was thinking,
if you weren't too busy...

You should spend your time
elsewhere.

I got dibs.

Mm.

Dreaming of your glory days,

Master Sergeant?
Heard you were back in town.

Hmm. Keeping tabs?

No, it's a small town.
People talk.

Then you won't mind if you
and I have a little chat?

Come on up.

Hands.

My doctor told me
that busy hands

will help me regain
my dexterity.

Since I've never been one
for knitting...

You told me my sister
was in an Ohio prison,

but when I got there,
there was no record

of a Charlotte Cameron ever
having been in custody.

Couple weeks ago,
I got this.

It's not her handwriting.

What did you do with her?

Well, first of all,

please stop pointing
your weapon at me.

And secondly, I didn't do
anything with her.

She's been released.

What?

Her s... her senten...

- She's out?
- But I wouldn't get

too excited about it.

She's in a hell of a lot
more trouble outside of jail

than she ever was inside.

I didn't realize social
media was so dangerous.

Oh, for sure.

It's a veritable minefield
of thoughts,

thirst traps and influencers
selling bogus laxative teas.

I suppose change is
a part of life.

First America, then...

two spirited
niñas, and now...

Hashtag "slaylien"?

Every little change could be
your own personal miracle.

That's what
I always say.

I've already got my
miracle: my girls.

That's why I need to get
this diner back on its feet...

So Liz can stop worrying
about her dad

and find her own dream.

And what's your dream, Arturo?

What would be
your miracle?

What do you pray for?

For forgiveness.

Show me.

Speaking Spanish...

Did that fool
give you drugs?

- I'll kill him!
- Ow! You're hurting me!

- That's child abuse!
- Everything I do,

I do to hold you up,
and you see it as abuse.

- I don't know what to do anymore!
- Yeah, right.

This isn't funny!

Sheriff Valenti won't give
you any more chances.

You should be happy.

You wanted me to be on

the field hockey team,
remember?

You said I should make friends
and have good American fun.

Who sold you the pills?

- I stole them.
- Was it Frederico?

- You wouldn't believe me.
- Tell me the truth!

It was Mom!

She's either too high
to notice that they're missing,

or she knows
and she doesn't care.

You're lying to me.

I don't know how
to help you.

So stop trying, then.

I'm beyond hope anyway, right?

That's what everybody else
in this town thinks.

Maybe you're right.

I'm going for a drive.

It says PancakePapi's
already taken.

I need a new username.

Given this is the dean
of surgery's office,

gonna say once more
what a bad idea this is.

And add, again, how historically
awful I am at stealing.

You are historically good
at worrying.

The dean of surgery
is the only person

who'll have a key
to every room in this hospital.

Like I said, historically bad.

Thank you. Uh...

Don't
tease me like that.

Are we getting
sopaipillas, or what?

Oh, yeah.

Hold your horses.

I got to get my hat first.

I'll get it.

Oh, good. Thanks.

Don't you think
that's a bit loud?

No one's come knocking
here for months.

Military's looking
for little green men,

not Duke Ellington.

Besides,

this one's all healed up now,

and she owes me a dance.

Oh, I don't know the steps.

You picked up English
pretty fast... you'll get it.

Besides, you move with
grace all the time.

Just got to add a little rhythm.

Okay, follow me.

Now, put your foot back.

Put your foot here.

There you go. Okay.

Walt.

Don't ruin
the surprise.

You and Mr. Bronson will
see the pumpkin launcher

at the county fair just
like everybody else.

You seem sad,
Miss Nora.

I'm just missing
my dance partner.

He's about your height.

Curly hair, though.

He has my whole heart.

I think you'll like him.

He is very smart.

Very brave.

You should
bring him here.

It's not safe for him yet.

But soon.

I could dance with
you till then.

Well... who could say no

to a gentleman like you?

Thank you.

Let's find the office.
There'll be records.

Hey, do you smell that?

It smells like rain.

It's what you smell like under
all the grease and bourbon.

It's what your workshop
smells like.

Something alien happened here.

Not that I can still smell it
70 years later.

Hey, you said the old barn
burned down, right?

It looks like maybe
they salvaged some of it

to build this new one.

What is it?

Some type of code?

It's a height
chart, Michael.

Didn't anybody
ever do this with you?

Nora's my mother.

If she was here

at the same time as Louise...

This is the best evidence
I've seen

that Max
and Isobel's mother

survived the initial firefight.

This is something
that you do with family.

Yeah. Seems like a big old

interstellar lovefest
around here.

But why not let me out
of the pod,

crash the party?

They fought off
an entire Air Force squadron

to protect you.

If they didn't
bring you here,

they were probably
still afraid of something.

Look, if that kid Walt
was really that young

when your mother lived here,
then there's a good chance

he's still alive.

Alien guy.

Nazi guy?

Totally lost guy.
Nah, he's always

in the library looking up
UFO crash stuff.

I'm always there working
on my World War II book, so...

I'm an historian.

- You work here?
- Yeah, I live here.

Let me guess. You think aliens
lived on this farm in '47?

Well, you're wrong.

You see, the foreman
at the time,

Roy Bronson, was definitely
hiding something,

but, uh, they weren't
little green men.

No. They were Nazi spies.

Oh, my God, that was so close.

Close? She caught us.

And you kissed me.
Why did you kiss me?

Uh, why else would two people
be in a closet together?

That was the dean of surgery's
daughter.

We could be in massive trouble.

Kyle, if we were in trouble,

we'd be in trouble. Okay?

This is junior year, like,

eraser room,
getting caught by Coach Wiggins.

No harm then, no harm now.

Plus, I got them.

You keep lookout.
I'm gonna go get my machine.

♪ Na, na, na-na, na-na, na, na ♪

♪ Cómo yo te deseo... ♪

¿En serio?

Rude.

Oh.

Oh, my God, of course you're
afraid of me. I murdered you.

No, look, I... I know that
it wasn't actually you.

Okay? I-I realize that he did it
to you, too. I just...

I should've come here
a long time ago.

So why are you here now?

I have questions
about your father.

I want to help reunite
your family, okay?

I think that I can use
my powers to convince Arturo

that miracles are real,
that that's why you're here.

And then you can go home
and he doesn't have

to ask questions about aliens

and have a heart attack
when he sees you.

Well, he already
believes in miracles.

But he doesn't believe
that he deserves one.

He thinks he failed you.

Ten years in,
he goes to church every Sunday

to beg for forgiveness.

And he hasn't found it yet.

Will you help me?

Weren't you the one
who blew the whistle

and got your sister locked up
in the first place?

For my entire childhood,
Charlie was my lifeline.

And I buried myself
in what I believed,

at the time,
to be love for country.

True patriotism.

So, when Charlie told me she had
stole classified documents,

I reported her.

I thought I was doing
the right thing,

and the military
put her in prison.

Right. Where she was safe.

No. I... I didn't know who she
really was when I turned her in.

I didn't know what prison
would do to her.

She wanted you
to turn her in, Jenna.

She set you up
to do so.

She knew, as long as she was
in government custody,

no one could get to her.

Charlie fought in two wars.

Who was she afraid of?

A private securities firm,
most likely.

You know that I met her?

She was working on this
genetic sequencing project

that had the potential
to save lives

but also destroy them.

And, uh,

there were some people out there

who saw applications
for her research

that went
beyond her intentions.

She was doing research
that could help save lives,

and people wanted to use it
to create a bioweapon.

Well, yeah, she created this
pathogen that could seek out

and dismantle specific
genetic sequences.

Just think about it...
A smart bomb

that could be detonated
in the middle of a crowded city,

only harm its intended target.

Think about the innocent
civilian lives saved

while you take out leaders
of terrorist organizations.

Or commit genocide.

If her work fell
into the wrong hands,

it could quietly wipe out
entire groups of people

because they share
certain genetic code,

while their neighbors
go about living their lives.

Why do you know
so much about this?

What's your interest
in my sister?

I believed that I had a use
for her pathogen, at one time.

But my fight is over now.

I was trying to make my
dad's famous cherry chili

blast milkshake, but I don't
have the secret ingredient.

I can't even remember the
last thing that I said

to him before I died. It was
probably something awful.

But why your dad?
Honestly, he's kind of awesome.

I get these mood
swings sometimes.

Like, I can be happy

and singing one minute,
and then, all of a sudden,

this darkness just closes in
over me, and I have all

these voices telling me
that I'm worthless.

How do you get through that?

My dad... he used to let
me paint on the walls.

He said that he didn't care
what I ruined

as long as I was smiling.

Um, music is a big one.

I mean, the day
that my dad saved up

to buy the jukebox was
the best day of my life.

A cherry chili blast
milkshake.

Sometimes I pray.

I used to love going
to church on Sundays.

- With your dad?
- Yeah.

He was your constant.

I mean, every way
that I save myself

is something that he gave me.

What was that?

When was that?

It was my memory.

I'm learning the tricks,
PancakePapi58.

♪ Slip inside the eye
of your mind ♪

♪ Don't you know
you might find... ♪

Oh, no.
Your money's no good here.

Listen, old man, you either take
that now, or I break in later

and reverse-rob you.

This tip... it-it's too much.

Well, it won't be
once you make me

one of your famous
cherry chili milkshakes.

- ♪ Will slowly fade away ♪
- Okay.

♪ So I start a revolution from my... ♪

So you pushed your beer away.

Does that mean you're not gonna
stay for the sunset?

You said there was
a private security outfit

that might be looking
for my sister.

I may be hobbled,

but they are not.

Be careful.

Mm. By the way,
sorry to hear

things didn't work out
between you and Evans.

Small town.
People talk.

Now, you were hunting aliens,
and I gave you Max's name.

Why didn't you lock him up
in Caulfield with the rest?

I don't know.
I guess I feel like

there's a story unfolding
in Roswell.

Has been for more
than 50 years.

You can't blame me
for wanting to see how it ends.

I got it.

I was so stealthy.

Like Catherine Zeta-Jones
in a laser maze.

You'd have been very impressed.

Super.

I'm sorry. Did I...?

Are you mad at me?

I think I'm mad at me.

This is about the kiss.

Isn't it? We kissed
a million times.

I-I didn't think
it would be that big a deal.

Yeah, that was clear.

I didn't realize you still

felt that way.

I don't know how I feel.

I keep risking my job,
uh, my medical license

for you ever since
you got to town.

Lying to my mother
to protect your boyfriend,

giving every
minute of

my free time to save him.

I keep putting you first,
constantly,

- and I just...
- I put Max first.

I know.

I love him, Kyle.

And I'm happy
for you.

I want you to be happy, Liz.

I want you to be happy, too.

- I love you, Kyle. You're family.
- Great.

"I love you like a brother"
speech... it's...

Just...
No!

I did not say
"like a brother."

I said "like family."

There's a difference.

You know, what we're doing,

you and me... it doesn't
only have to be for Max.

What are you talking about?

Once Max is healthy,

we could use this
genome machine

to target cellular apoptosis.

I mean, we could craft
polymerase sequencing

in human DNA.

We don't have to stop.
We have no boards,

- no restrictions.
- You're waiting-room bargaining.

- What?
- Family members sit in waiting rooms

promising God that if he just
lets their loved ones live,

they'll finally
quit drinking

or volunteer
at a homeless shelter.

This is no different.

I'm gonna help you
save Max, Liz.

But after that, I'm gonna
need a little space, okay?

Because the truth is,

I like being your rock.

And if I'm being honest,

I like being
whatever you want me to be,

whenever you want me to be it.

I always have.

But as long as I'm your rock,
I'm standing still.

We can't do that anymore.

So, first, I find out Michael
Guerin hangs out in libraries.

Now you've made
friends with a Long.

Can't put you in a box.

He's a guy who
competes for space

at the microfiche reader.

It's not like
we're grabbing beers together.

Beer?

Ah.

Thank you. Ooh.

So you really think
these women were Nazi prisoners?

Interesting
historical footnote.

There was an internment camp
in Roswell.

Nazi POWs built half this city.

Hence the iron crosses.

My great-grandfather BoDean's
foreman got busted

for hiding a couple
of women here.

According to him, uh,

"A couple Nazi spies escaped

"and strudeled their schnitzel
for room and board

right here on this very farm."

Yeah. See, I was never
really as into shooting

squirrels as Wyatt is, so,

when I came out here
for summers as a kid,

my cousin Kate and I...
We'd prowl

the property for artifacts.

These match the M1917s
the airmen used in '48.

They were scattered
all over the property.

Legend has it
the Nazis were building

some kind of bomb in the barn.

Then, one night,
the Air Force showed up.

The night of the fire.

The blaze burned so hot,
it turned sand to stone.

Papers say that lightning
struck the barn

and everyone died
in the flames, but...

uh, that's bull.

See, I think
the Air Force

covered up
the massacre that happened

when they discovered
that weapon.

What's this?

After this morning,
I knew I'd never get you

to leave work long enough
to have dinner with me,

so I brought
birthday dinner to you.

Hey...

have you ever treated
a case of acetone poisoning?

Most moms ask their sons
when they're getting grandkids.

Yeah.

I did testing on the coffee cup
found in Noah Bracken's car

the night he died.

Is there a working theory here,

or...?

I think Max Evans poisoned Noah

and left him in the desert the
night of the lightning storm,

and I think Isobel Evans
was in on it.

I know it sounds
like a reach, but...

Mom, it'd take gallons
of acetone to poison someone.

Did you know that?

Trust me,

I understand looking for...

explanations when things just
seem too outrageous to be true.

Noah was struck
by lightning.

You are intelligent
and tenacious,

and so you want
a reason.

But this time there isn't one.

It was an act of God.

I raised a kind son.

Ah, on to the good stuff.

Oh, happy birthday.

Your father used to buy
this perfume for me.

Because you wouldn't buy
anything so frivolous

and expensive for yourself.

You deserve good things, Mom.

- Drowning your sorrows?
- No.

It's a happy beer.

They weren't building a weapon.

It's the schematic
for a ship,

a lift raft
with enough room

for three pods to get us
the hell out of here.

They had a plan for me.

There are measurements
here I've been trying

to figure out for two decades.

I can't believe
Wyatt Long

has been hiding
it all along.

I searched for hits
on the Long farm in my files,

and I found an AAR.

The names
were redacted.

Turns of phrase weren't.

One stood out in particular.

"Diligence is what main men do."

"Main men."

Whoever transcribed the report
heard "main men," but...

I know that phrase
all too well.

You're saying Tripp
was a Manes man.

My great uncle...

Eugene Manes III.

Hence Tripp.

Why is there two...
And put it here, 'cause...

Coyotes hunt this time of night.

Don't worry.

Come on.

It's people! They got guns!

- He was methodical.
- Right now.

- He hunted them.
- We're gonna go in here, okay?

He hunted your mother
for a year.

Okay, you're gonna hide
in here, and you're not

gonna make a sound until
I tell you, understand?

But...
Okay, come on.

Shh, shh.

I won't let anything
happen to you.

You're my world, Louise.

I am so sorry.

I love you.

The only thing worse
than a liar is a traitor.

You have to
understand.

They're just people, sir.

They're the enemy.

Remember what he wrote?

"I apologize for my failure
to eliminate the enemy.

It won't happen again."

He and his army murdered
everyone on the farm.

Then they dragged my mother
through seven decades of hell.

Hold the perimeter.

No one out.

Hold the perimeter!

These aliens aren't
the only ones

who can light fires.

There's people still inside.

Then their blood is
on your hands.

The boy.

The ship would
have had a fuel source.

Must have been
a hell of an explosion.

They just wanted
to take us home.

I'm so sorry, Guerin.

It wasn't you.

I keep telling myself that.

Doesn't help.

This is a piece of my console.

How'd you find this?

I've had it for months.

Jim Valenti
left it for me.

I was afraid that
if I gave it to you

that you would use it to leave.

And I didn't want you to go.

I can't let our history
repeat itself.

I will not be another Manes
standing in your way.

Oh. Hey, I didn't expect
to run into you this late.

Yeah? Well, people in this
hospital seem to pop up

where you'd least expect
them. I was looking for you

in the gallery.
Why?

Uh, to apologize,
I guess.

For? Look, that woman you saw

was my ex, but it's
not what you think.

Well, why do you
care what I think?

Well, I...

Well, that was unprofessional,
and I don't want you to think...

Think what?

Okay. Well, let me know

when you've got
a prognosis, Doc.

You've
reached Liz. Leave a message.

Got a lead on my sister.

Give me a call when you get that
tin-star-wearing E.T. awake,

so I can curse him out
for worrying us all.

Good luck, Liz.

Bring Max home.

We're closed.

♪ Cómo yo te deseo ♪

♪ Na, na, na-na, na-na, na, na ♪

♪ Cómo yo te deseo... ♪

Hi, papi.

♪ Cómo yo te adoro... ♪

It's a miracle.

I don't deserve this.

You do deserve it.

I know you'll
never believe that,

so believe this:

believe that Rosa deserves
a miracle.

She deserves
a second chance.

She deserves
a million second chances.

You're her miracle, Arturo.

You never failed her.

♪ Mariposas bailan en mi pecho ♪

♪ El calor no se disperza amor ♪

Speaks Spanish...

♪ Oye nena te quiero besar... ♪

I haven't heard that song
in so long.

Papi.

Did you know about this?

I-I didn't know
how to explain. I-I...

For how long?
I-I thought

I couldn't tell you...

Perhaps...

when God grants you a miracle,

you don't question it.

You give thanks.

Das gracias a Dios.

Gracias...

todos los días.

♪ Te deseo ♪

♪ Ah-ha, ah-ha ♪

♪ Yo te quiero... ♪

The idea of God
always freaked me out.

Like, apparently, he made
people in his own image,

which...

first of all,
get over yourself.

And also...

does that apply to us?

Does every planet have
its own god?

Let's say that we're all clones
of the big guy in the sky.

Well, then doesn't it stand
to reason that we're all capable

of slinging light?

Well, I guess,
by that same token,

we're all capable
of tremendous wrath.

♪ Now, angel ♪

♪ Won't you come by me... ♪

We're walking contradictions.

A never-ending,

mercurial rise and fall.

Darkness and light.

♪ Lift me up so that I... ♪

I guess the real miracle

is choosing the light.

♪ So that I can fly with thee ♪

♪ And I'm waiting... ♪

Despite the ever-present
darkness.

♪ And I'm waiting
on an angel... ♪

Look at us.

You're in the middle
of a downright biblical desert,

galaxies from where we started.
I mean,

our very existence is a miracle.
- ♪ To find myself a resting place... ♪

I'm capable of so much more
than I thought I was, Max.

I really think
that maybe I could do...

...great things.

♪ In my angel's arms, oh... ♪

I need you to come back,
okay?

I need you to be

the thing that
I can believe in.

♪ Waiting on... ♪

That doesn't let me down.

I just need
this one little miracle,

and I promise...

I won't ever ask
for anything...

ever again.

♪ 'Cause I don't want
to go alone ♪

♪ I don't want to go ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Don't want to go ♪

♪ I don't want to go ♪
Synchronized by srjanapala

♪ Alone. ♪