All language subtitles for Roswell, New Mexico 2x09 - The Diner

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

I thought you were supposed
to be packing all this up.

I am, and I will.

After one last twirl with
your stolen centrifuge?

- I'll get it.
- Thank you.

- Uh...
- Are we getting sopaipillas?

Oh, good. Thanks.

- The hell are you doing here?
- They said that you mixed

- whiskey with your medication.
- Uncle Tripp.

I let him down.

And tonight I went to the bunker.

I keep trying to crack the code.

It was you. You're Walt.

You're the little boy in the photo.

You knew my mother.

I don't talk about my past.

Period.

It's about my past.

You've been lying to me all this time,

- you crusty old piece of...
- Okay, okay, Michael.

Mr. Sanders, I assure you,

I have a deep appreciation for secrecy.

What you tell us

will stay between us.

But you will tell us.

Okay, look, beers on us as
long as you're talking.

Hypothesis. The specimens

display resistance to
earthly infectious diseases

due to alien hereditary immunity.

Hypothesis.

Pooled immunoglobulin

harvested from an alien donor

can be transferred to a human recipient.

Human subjects exposed

to specific sequencing of alien DNA

will develop immunity to
corresponding diseases.

Papi, hi.

How's Rosa doing?

She's sleeping still.
Listen, Carl's wife,

- she's in labor.
- Again?

So you'll need to close up.

Clean up the griddle.
Marry the ketchups.

Scrape the gum from
underneath the tables.

It gets worse the longer you leave it.

Mm, ouch.

Did I hurt you?

No, but the chair did.

- This is getting ridiculous.
- Come on.

But this is our spot.

I just wish I could take you out.

Someplace other than the hospital.

What makes you think that you can't?

Okay. Let's go out.

Now.

Oh, Sheriff.

Where...

Where-Where's, uh... Is...

Where's Charlie C... Charlie Cameron?

She was just here. We were...

We were just talking. There was this...

Stand up, Evans.

Hands.

What?

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It's midnight. Nothing's open.

You said you wanted a burger,

- and I happen to know people.
- Oh.

Kyle?

Hi.

I was just locking up.

You're coat closet girl, right?

Uh, Liz, uh, Steph.

I wanted to buy her a burger,

and Carl usually, um...

Right.

- We should go.
- No. Oh, God, no. Please, come on in.

Burger's the least I could do.

? I have loved ?

? All over the place ?

? But you have got... ?

About the coat closet, um...

Look, we just met.

You don't have to apologize.

It's not like I was assuming you were

a blushing virgin or something.

Liz and I dated in high school.

Yeah, I-I can't decide
if I should be charmed

or unnerved that you
somehow orchestrated

your ex third-wheeling our first date.

- Oh, come on.
- Oh, be charmed.

And, you don't... you don't
know the half of it.

Kyle and I not only used to date,

we also share a sister.

Yeah, my mom, his dad, a
torrid affair in the '80s.

Oh, so you're not related?

Oh...

Oh, uh, we figured...

Yeah, we're good. I compared our DNA.

You did?

- Hi, I'm Liz.
- Have we met? Mm.

Um, do you have a liquor license?

You know what, I'm gonna get you

Arturo Ortecho's emergency stash.

- Thanks.
- Huh.

I'll be right back.

Ooh, uh...

she shouldn't be drinking.

Oh, is she in recovery?

She's sick.

I... She doesn't think I know,

and she's trying to pretend
like everything's normal,

but it's actually a big deal
she's even out of the hospital.

It's a very rare blood disease.
She was exposed to bacteria.

You looked at her medical records?

Oh, now you're respectful
of hospital policy?

Whoa, we are talking
about a human being,

- not borrowed machinery.
- Got it.

So if it's for your boyfriend,

we're all expected to
lie, steal and cheat,

but otherwise we have
a strict moral code.

Okay, enough, yes. You've
guilted me enough.

If you were the one who died,
I would have fought like hell

to save you, too.

Your love life, on the other hand...

I think you should tell
Steph what you know.

I hate that I can't help her.

I-I hate that she's lying.

I hate that I even like her anyway.

She's a feisty Latina.
You clearly have a type.

You know, I think she's
just trying to protect you.

Lying to protect someone is still lying.

Yes.

What are you hiding?

Max is freaked out by
science experiments.

- Uh-huh.
- Like, in general.

He thinks his life's gonna
turn out like the end of E.T.,

and I don't want to stress
out his heart right now,

so I haven't told him that
I'm back to work in the lab.

Another way to not cause him any stress

would be to just maybe not
experiment on alien DNA.

You know that, right?

It's me.

There's no risk of guys in hazmat suits

- stealing him out of a bicycle basket.
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, I would-I would
never expose his family.

And what if my research
could help Maria?

I looked at those files. Any
record of the experiment

done on Maria's grandmother
was lost in a fire.

What are you doing in that lab? Kyle,

the aliens have never been sick.

So my theory is that

their planet is very similar to ours,

but just more evolved.

So its inhabitants have built
up a hereditary immunity

to illnesses that still
plague this planet.

- So you're saying...
- Down the line,

alien DNA could create
a universal vaccine.

This could end illness.

Cool. Good to know we're operating

in the realm of realism here.

- Oh...
- What is it?

Aah!

Should we call the fire department?

Maybe I could meet a cute fireman.

Since the doctor I
sometimes make out with

is whisper-yelling at his ex-girlfriend

slash, kinda-sister person.

These shakes are on the house.

We were whispering about
you, if that helps.

Kyle is totally into you.

- I'm right here.
- It helps,

but, uh, this is still
a first date story

fit for a Reddit thread.

Oh, it could be worse.

I just went on a date with a
guy who had selective amnesia

and forgot that I existed.

And the first thing he wanted to know

was the worst thing I ever did.

Um, I'm guessing that ended badly.

Oh, he's the love of her life.

Are you attracted to red flags?

Hmm.

Red has always been my color.

If you need anything...

You know what? Kyle knows
where everything is.

So, um, I'm gonna be
upstairs with my research,

and, uh...

just, uh, shout when you want to leave.

She's not subtle.

So... Valenti...

Mm-hmm.

What's the worst thing you've ever done?

Okay, um...

I was a high school dick.

Mm.

And the guy I treated
the worst back then

is one of the only people
I can count on now.

And I hate what I put him through.

I once catfished a girl
for an entire semester

just so that she could
get stood up at prom

by her super hot, super fake boyfriend.

You were a bully?

I've evolved since high school.

It's just annoying because

I can't shake off that insecurity.

I can't stop thinking what
someone as perfect as you

is doing with someone like me.

Stop it. I'm not perfect, Steph.

The other day, I tried looking
for you at the hospital.

And I found you on an operating table.

- That was a routine procedure.
- Stop.

I know you're dying.

It's none of your business!

We just kissed a few times.

That doesn't give you unfettered access

to my medical records.

Did you know that I was sick

before you kissed me?

- Yeah, but I meant it...
- Wow!

I thought you were the only
one who saw me as a person,

and not as a patient.

But then you pity-kissed me?!

- Wow, that's what this is.
- No.

You just want to be some big hero

that gives the dying
girl one last thrill.

Well, it'll be a great
story once I'm gone.

Look, Steph, would you please...

Do not follow me.

Hey, hey, I heard the yelling.

Maybe I can help.

This antitoxin I want to develop,

- it could help her.
- She doesn't have time for that.

If there's information that
could prevent a body count,

and I don't apply it to saving lives,

I mean, isn't that blood on my hands?

Do you even hear yourself?

Come back to Earth, Liz.

If you go public with
research based on alien DNA,

it would risk exposing the aliens.

I would never let that happen.
Me neither.

Because you'd risk exposing Rosa.

The pod altered her DNA, too.

You have to stop.

We're closed!

Max is in serious trouble.

Do you want to tell Liz how
you royally boned us, Kyle,

or should I?

It's midnight, cowgirls and cowboys.

- Here you go.
- Dollar lemon drop shots

for the next 12 minutes.

I'm gonna need another one of those.

I know you can drink and talk
at the same time, Sanders.

Oh, damn, I'm out of smokes.

How are you even still alive?

It ain't good genes.

My mom died young,

and Dad was a violent
son-of-a-bitch deadbeat.

I ran away as soon as I could.

And I ended up, as people tend to do,

at a little diner

on a little street in a little town.

? Right on track 29... ?

That all you got?

Well, I need peppers, tomatoes.
Where are my onions?

Sorry, sir. I can't get a damn
thing to grow in this drought.

Hope your customers like
their omelets plain.

I like 'em plain.

I can wash dishes or mop floors.

This look like Soviet Russia?

- I don't know.
- Well, it ain't.

No such thing as a free lunch.
Now scram.

? Read a magazine and then
you're in Baltimore... ?

Oh, you're a dollar and a half short.

That's a tax for using
the front door, boy.

Hey, kid?

- You know how to drive?
- I'm eight.

Then you're already a year behind.
Let's go.

Bronson gave me work on the farm

all spring. It was quiet

until the night the women came.

Who's there?!

Bronson stitched 'em up.

Taught 'em English.

We picked their names out
of a book one night.

We became a family.

Is it really

better than the radio?

There's nothing on this
earth like live music.

It makes your bones lighter.

No matter where you are,
you feel like you belong.

- I can't wait to have that memory.
- Mm.

What memory?

Let me guess.

You don't want to go to the fair.

Even with all that work
you've been doing to build

Walt that pumpkin launcher?

You know we can't go.

Oh, it's been over a year.

No big bad villain's coming for you.

Nora, you got a knack

for engineering.

You will win that
pumpkin-chunking contest

if you come.

We need the money,

and Bernhardt won't award
first prize to a colored man.

These wars they wage are
not worth fighting.

They'll learn, in time.

There's a band playing.

Louise says

there's no music where you come from.

Louise wants to dance with you.

But she can't do that, can she?

Our children are in danger.

She can't just disappear into
some imaginary safe place.

Tell me what you're planning.

I know you're building something.
What is it?

A flying saucer?

A time machine?

You brought her here,

now you're just gonna
take her away from me?

Louise is hopeful. I can't be.

I have to protect her,

at all costs.

I protect Louise because only
Louise can protect the child.

So, come to the fair, Nora.

Let Louise hear the music before you go.

Please, Miss Nora!

You're dramatizing.

You barely remember this morning.

I remember every damn word.

I held onto those
memories for dear life.

Because that day

was the beginning of the end.

This pumpkin won first
prize at the fair.

Tripp. There you are.

They've been here all along.

Right under our damn noses.

The audacity.

I can have tanks and
howitzers here in two days.

The day after tomorrow,
we raid the Long farm.

This time, we show no mercy.

No woman fools a Manes man twice.

Nora wanted to leave right way,

but I begged for one
more night as a family.

She caved.

She always caved.

Stop.

I don't need another recap of, uh,

Tripp Manes leading a massacre.

It's my mother's story, too.

I want to know how she died.

Move up. On your left.

What was that?

Hold, hold.

It's people.

- They got guns.
- Get away from there, Walt.

Hide here and don't make a sound.

Okay.

"X" marks the spot, Walt.
You understand?

Okay.

The only thing worse than
a liar is a traitor.

You have to understand.

They're just people, sir.

They're the enemy.

Roy, No!

Your mothers must have put
up a hell of a fight.

Nora built an escape hatch.

Aah!

I got out, but it was too late.

Oh, no, no...

I should have done something.

But the soldiers

were determined to leave no survivors.

Those bastards, they shot everyone

who wasn't wearing a military uniform.

Other farmers, neighbors who
came to see what was happening.

No one lived to tell the story but me.

You saw the ship explode?

And you never told anybody?

I don't know what I saw.

I got the hell out of Roswell.

I didn't ever want to come back,

but I had unfinished business.

Nora stuck this in my pocket that night.

It's a map.

It led me to where they hid
you in your freaky eggs.

I kept an eye out over the years.

One day, I went to the
cave, and you were gone.

Then you were someone else's problem,

for a long time.

Wait, wait. Um...

This photo.

That's you, right?

And-and that's Roy Bronson,

and that's Nora.

Whose hand is that
there, on her shoulder?

Eh, beats me.

Mr. Bernhardt, Mr. Jones.
Old man Gibbons.

I don't know. Could've been anybody.

Thank you, Mr. Sanders.

Louise was a firecracker, honey.

Just like you.

That's why we all fell for her so hard.

You think it's true?

That he remembers every single word?

- Oh, my God.
- He said my mom

told Bronson, "I protect Louise,

because Louise is the only one
who can protect the child."

Not children. Just child.

My mom sacrificed herself for Max.

The healer.

Was the frickin' savior.

Come on, Michael. You are so good

at manufacturing things
to be angry about.

We both know the universe
tilts in Max's direction.

We were just along for the ride.

Isobel. I need your help.

Hurry.

Isobel.

Hmm?

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. It's, um...

I need to process this, okay?

I'll see you later.

They let you leave the hospital?

It's midnight.

Yeah, well, I came for my pills.

- Going through my stuff, huh?
- You know, when we were kids,

all you ever talked about was

your war hero grandfather Harlan.

You never mentioned Tripp.

That's you, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Dad, there is more evidence
that you have a heart

in this old box than
I've seen in 28 years.

Well, I believe in
raising boys to be men.

And men don't cry in
front of their sons.

That's why I never told you about Tripp.

? Crying parents tell
their children... ?

Okay, here you go.

Let me know if there's
anything else that you need.

Oh, no, no, this is, uh...

This is too generous. I can't...

I heard you talking about
saving up to buy this place.

I'm investing in the
American dream, Arturo.

Thank you, senor.

Sorry I'm late.

Made the mistake of telling
Dad where I was going.

Had to listen to his whole
speech about employing illegals.

What do you think, Jesse?

I don't get why he's all worked up

about a couple busboys.

They're not hurting anyone.

They're only a problem if
they come for what's ours.

Right.

Preemptive strikes don't
make us appear strong,

they make us appear afraid.

That's crucial.

Jesse, you're shipping out soon.

I'm very proud of you.

I'd like to believe I can trust you

with something very important to me.

Sir, if this is about the 1947 crash,

I already know.

My father told me.

Go on home, Jesse.

I need a word with my brother.

Yes, sir, Grandpa Harlan.

Jesse, remember,

justice must never be served
until disaster has struck.

- You remember that?
- Yes, sir.

And that was the last time I saw Tripp.

Harlan told me at the funeral that a...

an alien had possessed Tripp.

Seduced him.

Tricked him into trusting her.

She was able to get her
ultimate revenge on our family.

Anyway, that day at the diner,

he slipped that to me under the table.

I have no idea what it means.

Hey, why don't you lay off that, Sarge?

Right.

I forgot who I was dealing
with for a minute.

I am not going to sit here and watch you

drink yourself into another coma.

Enjoy yourself.

You came.

You asked me to.

Sheriff Valenti, you copy?

Situation at the motel was a 10-90.

Clock out, Deputy, it's midnight.

Copy that.

10-90?

Apparently, you have a perp in cuffs.

Doesn't seem like a false alarm to me.

Am I under arrest, Sheriff?

'Cause usually handcuffs
come with a matching charge.

Were you in Mexico when
Noah Bracken died?

You know I was.

But I don't understand, Sheriff.
You know me.

I do know you, Evans.

And I like you. I always have.

Sometimes people with
traumatic pasts just snap.

? Can we be redeemed? ?

Is that what happened? You can tell me.

We'll figure it out.

I don't have a traumatic past.

Oh?

No happy childhood includes

being abandoned at age seven,

naked and mute in the desert.

- Those records are sealed.
- June 14, 1997.

I was a deputy when I
responded to the call.

I was obsessed with your case.

I wanted to find the scum who
left you three kids out there

and make them pay.

We rounded up vagrants, we interrogated

desert cult leaders. Nothing.

Isobel and I don't
have violent memories.

We never showed signs of abuse.

Perhaps that's true for Isobel.

I checked on you at the group home.

You were screaming and
scribbling on the walls.

Michael tried to settle you down.

That was the day the
Evanses adopted you.

My parents left Michael
in that group home

because he was disturbed.

They thought he needed someone
who could focus on him.

Michael took that crayon from you

before Ann and David walked in.

He was afraid of you.

No, you are lying.

I am giving you the facts,
unpleasant as they may be.

Now it's your turn.

You want facts? Hmm?

You are grasping at straws.

Cam and Mimi, they were
missing for weeks.

And Cam's sister is in danger right now.

And yet, you are sitting here with me

because of something you
think you saw 20 years ago.

? And love is the only way... ?

You see what I mean about snapping?

? But would the man not weep... ?

You heard of the Gunther twins?

One's a bootmaker, one's a
paranoid schizophrenic.

They have cameras all over their farm.

? I'm asking you so plain... ?

After an incident, we found footage

of Mimi DeLuca getting out
of the back of a hunting van

the night she vanished.

Guess she did some shoe shopping.

That same van was caught
on a traffic camera

a hundred yards from where
Cameron's car was abandoned.

You want to guess the third camera

that caught that hunting van, Evans?

The hotel security cams tonight.

- That's what I've been saying, Sheriff.
- Right.

What's the most common
profile for a kidnapper?

White males, 28 to 40.

But you can't place me at the
other two scenes. This is all...

Is it true you have a sexual
history with one of the victims?

That you have issues with rage.

That you have the know-how...

Max.

Your passport has never been logged

crossing into Mexico.

Max Evans, you're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney...

Isobel, I need your help. Hurry.

It's all about the headboard, really.

Because any decent restraints
are gonna turn cheap furniture

into Swedish sawdust,

if your partner's doing their job right.

You know what I mean?

Oh, my God. Max?

What's going on?

Isobel, how are you here?
I have his phone.

Well, I just got a late-night urge

to support my local law enforcement,

but this is a shocking twist.

You don't want to do this.

Isobel.

Iz, are you okay?

I'm fine.

I just fainted.

I'm a fainter.

She's a fainter.

We're closed!

Max is in serious trouble.

Do you want to tell Liz

how you royally boned us, Kyle?

Or should I?

I've been here all night.

Isobel, where is Max?

Kyle's mom arrested him

for, I don't know, kidnapping,

or murder, or kicking puppies.

I don't know, I couldn't tell you.

I couldn't stop her, I
couldn't even begin

to get into her mind.

What does that have to do...

What did you do?

My mom was totally spiraling

trying to figure out what was going on.

Not eating, not sleeping.

You stole the yellow
pollen from the lab.

Yes. I put it in perfume. I
gave it for her birthday.

She was on a collision
course with aliens, Liz.

I had to protect her.

She thinks that Max killed Noah.

Max did kill Noah. She's not wrong.

And I won't let you violate her mind

to make her think that she is.

But there's another solution.

All right? Just stay
here, the both of you.

I'll handle it.

Look, I don't resent Max
for getting chosen,

but if my mom sacrificed herself

to Tripp so Max could
be taken care of...

Hey,

what if we have this story wrong?

My dad said an alien seduced
Tripp into trusting her

so that she could exact revenge.

He once said that you were
doing the same thing to me.

But he was wrong.

I know that you loved me.

So maybe he's wrong about Tripp.

Maybe the entire time, Tripp and Nora...

They were on the same side.

What if they had a real connection?

Maybe he was trying to warn Walt

in the diner that day.

He said the raid was in two days.

- He tricked an eight-year-old.
- Maybe.

But maybe not.

Harlan.

What's going on?

We don't move on the farm
until day after tomorrow.

Change of plans. We raid tonight.

On whose orders?

The men are ready.

You prepared to show that
alien bitch no mercy?

Or, uh, is she just a wounded deer?

Don't underestimate me, Harlan.

Hell, I'll take Father's gun.

What if the after-action
report was falsified?

The only thing worse than
a liar is a traitor.

You have to understand...
they're just people, sir.

Roy, no!

Think of the child. Go. Go!

- All right, let's go!
- No!

Get her out!

You hesitated, Tripp.

There's nothing worse than a traitor.

She got into my head again.

Lower your weapon, brother. Think.

We have to know how they do it.

We have to bring them in alive.

Something isn't right.

I'm a Manes man, Harlan.
I'll prove myself.

Lower your weapon.

Enough.

You'll have your fun
with her later, boys.

No!

What if Tripp knew that Nora

wanted Louise protected

- at all costs?
- Then he failed.

Louise died.

My mom ended up in Caulfield, Alex.

Hey.

My dad always said that
justice can't be served

until after disaster has struck.

But Tripp's last words to him

were very different. Tripp said

that justice must not be served

until after disaster has struck.

There is a world of
difference there, Guerin.

What does it matter?

Everybody's dead.

We'll never know the truth.

Look, I know her husband died.

I'm just asking, is she on
the rebound or anything?

Oh, heya. Your mom's upstairs.

Thanks, Joe, uh...

Actually, I... hoping for a minute

with my old pal here.

- Could use a cup of coffee, anyway.
- Ah.

You look...

better.

Yeah. Thank you.

I'm grateful to you for my sister.

That's why I did what I did.

And tormenting my mother
with unanswered questions

isn't right.

She deserves some truth.

Uh, maybe not all of it, but... a truth.

How am I supposed to do that?

Kyle?

Please don't tell me you're
tangled up in all of this.

Uh...

Max has an alibi for
Mimi and Jenna, Mom.

Listen to him.

I had a heart problem, Sheriff.

I was unconscious when
Mimi and Cam went missing.

I didn't want to tell you
for personal reasons.

I wanted to look forward.

And be a force of good...

in this community.

I... I want to make you proud.

Everything he said is the truth.

You're a good cop, Mom.

But maybe tonight...

just be a good person.

I'm done with that part.
Can I marry the ketchups?

Isobel Evans, working at the diner?

The fryers are off, my friend,

and I'm only turning
them back on if your day

was worse than ours.

I am not here for fries.

Apparently, in the '80s,

my Uncle Tripp had a
favorite booth here.

He said he liked the
way the light hit it,

but that doesn't sound like
something a Manes man would say.

So I think that there's more to it.

- I don't know.
- I mean, there's this one booth

that gets the light just
right in the afternoon.

Teenagers are always
taking selfies there.

- Okay.
- All right.

I'm looking for something
that's just kind of

out of place. Something that...

nobody would really notice.

How about an "X"?

"X" marks the spot?

You think your uncle left that here?

Or somebody left it for him.

Oh, my God.

That's...

That's her, that's my, um...

that's my mom.

Look how beautiful she is.

She's older.

She survived the raid.

She lived.

"Thank you, Tripp."

He wasn't hunting them.

He was trying to help them.

There's more to this story. I
know where we need to go next.

Sheriff.

I'll never be able to prove it,

but there are 14 unsolved murders

in Chaves County that I believe
Noah Bracken is responsible for.

What?

That's-that's insane.

Drifters, teenage runaways,
the undocumented.

Anyone with no one to miss them.

He killed them.

Even if that were true, it
doesn't mean you can...

I know.

I also know that he violated
my sister for ten years.

He manipulated her. He abused her.

He made her do things
she would never do.

A bolt of lightning
killed my brother-in-law.

And he deserved it.

There are people in this county
who deserve the protection

of honest police officers like you.

He wasn't one of them.

I'll miss working with you, Sheriff.

When I said 6:00,

I figured I'd see you around noon.

Uh...

I've stolen

three thousand, four hundred...

and 72 dollars' worth
of copper wire from you

over the last 13 years.

If I start keeping real hours,

and you garnish 25% of
my weekly paycheck,

- I'll have you paid back...
- I am blind, kid.

I'm not stupid.

I didn't need the damn wire.

I came to the group
home twice, you know.

They weren't too keen on
letting a junkyard dog

who smelled like bathtub
gin adopt a child.

I don't blame them.

Would have messed you up even worse.

But I tried.

I got one year,

three months, and four days

with Miss Louise and Miss Nora.

No matter what...

I can't pay you back for that.

Keep the money.

Max?

Are you okay?

Oh, I am now that I'm with you.

- Oh. Ooh. What?
- Uh, no, it's nothing.

It's... I can't believe
I'm about to say this,

but I think Charlie Cameron
has been abducted by aliens.

You went after her.

Uh, I don't why I can't
leave well enough alone.

'Cause you're a hero. It's in your DNA.

Hey, I, uh, I talked to Isobel.

Sounds like you had a
hell of a night, too.

Yeah.

You want coffee?

No. I want sleep.

Hours and hours of sleep.

You can join me?

We can talk after. I'll make you coffee.

- How about that?
- Mm... I just need to close up.

Or... open up.

Oh. Honestly, I don't think

I'm ever gonna escape this diner.

I'll see you as soon
as you're done, okay?

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