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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 going to 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 going to 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 going to

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 going to 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 going to 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?

♪ ♪

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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.

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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 going to
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 going to 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 going to 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.

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,

going to 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. Step back.

Step back.

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
going to 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
going to 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 going to help you save Max, Liz.

But after that, I'm going to
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, because...

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 going to go in here, okay?

He hunted your mother for a year.

Okay, you're going to hide
in here, and you're not

going to 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 ♪

♪ 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.

♪ because 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 ♪

♪ Alone. ♪