All language subtitles for Roswell New Mexico s02e11_English

Previously on
Roswell, New Mexico...

You need prior approval
before conducting enforcement

in a hospital.
Unless you calm down,

I'm gonna arrest you
for obstruction.

It's me. I need your help.

Diego, this is Max.
Max, this is...

The ex-fiancé.

Everybody needs help.

Help like rehab?
You will be better.

DIEGO: That toxin in your
friend's system, butyricol--

it's a memory eraser.

ALEX: My dad's been looking
for this thing for 30 years.

(grunts)

♪ I said either... ♪

(door opens)

(Diego clears throat,
closes door)

Oh, oh, oh, my God.
Is-is it past 7:00?

Babe, it's after 11:00.

(sighs)
I'm-I'm so sorry.
No.

It's all good.

Your monk-like hyper focus
is a turn-on.

(scoffs)

Anyway, I come bearing gifts.

Seared scallops and tres leches
cake from Mizuna.

God bless you.

(laughs)

So, what are you doing
with this worm behind my back?

Oh, administering
a lethal dose of radiation

to observe
a particular neoblast.

Don't be jealous.

Of the neoblast?

It's a regenerative master cell.

The only one with
this protein.

I mean, this particular
cell was able to multiply,

diversify and reanimate my worm.

Wait. So observing
the master gets you

the underlying mechanisms
of tissue regeneration.

Then-then I apply the
mechanism to human tissue, and

irreversible injury
and degradation

become distant memory.

God, I-I mean,
I know... I know

that's not gonna happen
in our lifetime, but...

Babe...
This could be
a step to help.

Elizabeth, you...

You're a once-in-a-lifetime.

(laughs)
You are extraordinary!

Limits don't apply.

Screw it.

You see, I had this...
whole thing planned

at the restaurant, but...

I guess it's fitting
that we do this here

in the lab at almost midnight.

Wait. What?

All my life,
I've been competitive.

I've never been content

to just stand back
and watch someone shine.

I've never been
so willing

to put my heart
in someone else's hands.

I've never met anyone
like you, Elizabeth.

(sighs)

Will you marry me?

Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm.

Wait, wait. Babe?
Huh?

Is that a "yes"?
Obviously.

(laughing):
Oh, come here. Damn. Oh.

Mmm.

(phone alarm ringing)
(gasps)

(phone alarm ringing)
(gasps, groans)

(gasps)

(sighs softly)

(inhales loudly)

(exhales)

♪ ♪

♪ With a brushstroke... ♪

(sighs)

Mornin', sunshine.
I'm so sorry.

(sighs)

How did you get in here?

Are we really still
asking that question?

You told us to meet you at
6:00 before the CrashCon rush.

You weren't here,
my brain picks locks now.

LIZ:
Maybe

you should be drinking decaf.

Are you wearing
workout clothes?

I am reintroducing
some light cardio.

(taps table)

Help strengthen my heart.

Where are you coming from
so early?

Uh, I-I stayed at Maria's.

She's still processing
everything.

How light is this
cardio, exactly?

Maybe we should
consult Kyle.

No. Liz, I'm fine.

Are you guys about to fight?

'Cause I can make popcorn.

I love you. You badly need
your own business to mind.

(gasps) We should
find you a boyfriend.

Or a girlfriend, or a...
non-binary intimate companion.

Great job, Dad.

(laughs)
Yeah. It's a recent thing.

Speaking of recent things,

when am I gonna get
to meet your ex-fiancé Diego?

'Cause Max only started
doing light cardio

ever since
he laid eyes on him.

Dude.
(laughs)

Oh, he was only
here to help my dad.

And help with a breakthrough
in the abduction case

I've been tracking
since my resurrection.
Mm.

What's the breakthrough?

Well, Cam was injected
with butyricol.

Mm-hmm.
Which we now know is a rare,
memory-erasing drug

that, uh, very few
people have access to.

It's only been used in one

highly-classified
military trial.

We think Cameron was abducted
to lure Charlie out of hiding.

There are a lot of people
with an interest

in Charlie's
bioweaponry expertise.

Has anyone tried
reaching out to Alex, see if

there's a butyricol connection
with Project Shepherd?

LIZ: He's off the grid at an
Air Force recruitment thing.

We'll ask him when
he's back in town,

but that won't be
'till after CrashCon.

She lived until 1997.

You, um...

You think she was
all right? Happy?

Sanders, man, she knew
how much you loved her.

Please stop talking.
(chuckles)

You got work to do, and you...

you got some crap
stuck to your boot.

Tripp left this for
my dad before he died.

Well, I should probably,

uh, get to that early
shift at the Pony.
(phone ringing)

You know,
CrashCon hours.

(sighs)
What's wrong?

When I visited Rosa at rehab,

I told her I would
send her her sketchbooks.

She needs them for therapy, and
I totally forgot to mail them.

I'll take 'em.
I love a road trip.

Plus, Rosa's been
on my mind recently.
Really?

Yeah.
That would be amazing.

Thank you.

That was not made in Roswell.

Diego.
Hey, man.

I thought you left town.
Yeah, my mom says
D.C. is buzzing

about increased
immigration enforcement.

I don't feel right

leaving town without
your father in the clear.

I've got connections,
some powerful lawyers.

I wish I could say we didn't
need the help, but...

It's no big deal.
Hi.

I'm Isobel Evans.

I'm sort of the, uh, unofficial
Roswell welcoming committee.

So, if you need anything

at all, I'm yours.

(giggles)
Literally. You know,

restaurant recommendations,

or a good place
to watch the sunset.

I think we can let go
of the poor man's hand now.

I need Rosa's sketchbooks.

Oh, uh, upstairs
through the kitchen.

My dad'll show you.

Max? Is this weird?

It's okay. Seriously.

I love you.

I love you.

(door opens)

(door closes)

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Valenti, report to the Dean
of Surgery's office immediately.

ALL:
Ooh!
Oh.

Okay. Traitors, all of you.

Excuse me. Your science
is on top of my cheese.

Ándale.

(grunts)

Ah, doing some
molecular gastronomy.

Oh, got to stay on top
of trends these days.

Everything needs
to be Instagrammable.

Look, I was thinking.
Mm-hmm.

I bet butyricol uses
inducible diphtheria toxins

to stun the memory expression
neurons into paralysis.

See, if we can counteract that,

we can get your friend
her memories back.

Would it boost
GABA in DLPFC?

See, no, you're thinking
working memory, not recovery.

Think traumatic memory.

Think tiny kitchen.

Think about all the people
in their costumes

who won't go away
until we feed them.

My man, put-put me to work.

Can I butter your buns?

You stay. She goes.

(door creaks)

(high-pitched ringing)

(grunts)
What'd you do with Alex?

Where the hell is Alex?
I don't know.

That's what I'm doing here.
I'm looking for him.

Try again. You told Alex
Tripp gave you this in 1987.

That's before the Crashdown
ever used this logo.

You lied to get Alex to recover
the piece of alien tech from me.

What did you do with
him once he had it?!

(high-pitched ringing)

(grunts)

(groans)

I just found out
Alex never made it

to Andrews Air Force Base
last week.

He's disabled,
he's got PTSD,

so I'm concerned about him.

Your kinder-gentler,
bigot-scumbag thing

isn't gonna work with me.

Without even
touching you,

I can rip your trachea out
and show it to you.

Guerin, for once,
we're on the same side.

We both want Alex back.

So, yeah, go ahead,
lose your only lead.

Or you could let me
help you find him.

(camera shutter clicks)

Oh.
(laughs softly)

Sorry, girl.
It's just,

no one would believe me
if I didn't have pics.

I brought you your sketchbooks.

Liz says she's sorry
she couldn't come.

That's okay. It's CrashCon.

And also, my dad--
how is he?

He's good. He's lying low.
He sends his love.

And he did send pan dulces, too,
but I got hungry on the drive,

so...
Oh. Don't you mess with me.

You do not realize

the food situation that
I am dealing with here.

Ooh.

Thank you.

And thank you for coming.

What are your ulterior motives?

I am curious
about what's in your journals.

My sketchbooks?

Well...
there's writing in them.

You read my journals?

Uh, your sketchbooks.

And no,
I didn't really read anything.

I'm trying this new thing

where I don't follow
every selfish impulse.

But you still looked.

What are you looking for?

Myself.

So to speak.

I'm curious about...

what might be in there
from the whole... Noah thing.

You can look,

and if you see something
that you want to know about,

just ask.

I'm probably gonna tell you
to mind your beeswax, but...

you know, shoot your shot.

♪ ♪

How are you?

Hey!

Are we stress eating?

Where's Maria?

She's at a retreat for her mom.

She left yesterday.

I'll be your server.

(choking laugh)

Mm. Whiskey.

Leave the bottle.

I tried calling you earlier.

Who gave you my number?

You know what?

I'm not in a
chatty mood.

I was suspended from work today.

Craziest thing,
I was accused

of stealing hospital resources
for personal use.

There might even be
a criminal investigation.

Look...

you're a good person.

You probably deserve for me
to leave you the hell alone,

which is why I wish
I didn't have to ask you.

But I'm concerned
that Project Shepherd

might be tied to these...
abductions.

You can't ask Alex?

He's out of town.

(sighs heavily)

Look, I'm just trying to
figure out who's hurting people.

I hate having a conscience.

How's baking going?

Ah, I'm gonna win
Top Chef.

Oh, come on, you
know damn well

no one uses eggshells on purpose
in any kind of cooking.

You met my meemaw--
don't insult me.

You're making
calcium carbonate.

Is this about
regenerating worms?

Uh, kind of.
I'm testing out a theory.

I know I have to recreate it
in a sterile environment later,

but with my dad laying low
in peak tourist season,

I haven't been able to spend
as much time in the lab.

The lab that made
you sign an NDA.

Which is where again?
Nice try.

Yeah.

"The groundbreaking
research led by...

"Elizabeth Ortecho

is the future of
biomedical engineering."

(exhales)
(laughs)

This grant changes
everything.

I mean, there is
so much more that we can do now.

We are...
we are really gonna save lives.

I'm so proud of you.

(scoffs)

(both laugh)

Oh...

my God, are you okay?

Sorry, I didn't...
No, I'm... I'm okay.

I'm fine. Fine.
It's just...

(sniffles)

When I was a kid, um...

I felt trapped in my life.

I was just thinking
about what this would
have meant to me then.

To know that the person I am...

existed.

This isn't what the world
teaches girls like me to dream.

What would you do...
if you could do anything?

I want a Nobel Prize.

Strong start.

(chuckles)

Okay. What next?

(clears throat)
Citizenship for my dad.

I want him to not always
have to be so scared.

And I want to be less angry.

I'm angry so much of the time.

Anger's not so bad.

It reminds us that
something's not right.

And then we change it.

And you...

are gonna change everything.

I'm so glad I get to stand
beside you while you do.

Wait, I don't think
that's fully...

Why are you helping me?

I mean, my dad. But me.

You sound like my girlfriend.

Naomi was also surprised
that I would rush to Roswell

to help someone who...
bulldozed my life.

I really wish I would have
handled things differently.

But if you had,
I wouldn't have Naomi.

I mean, I have a good life,
Elizabeth. I'm happy.

I do miss you
at work, though.

(laughs)
There's really... there's
no replacing you there.

Yeah, I get the feeling.

So wouldn't it feel really good

if you would just tell me
what your secret experiment is?

Hypothetically,

let's say there's
this rare blood disorder

that affects
one in four million people.

No research, no treatments.

Until you?

Do you remember
my planarian neoblasts

with the regenerative proteins?

Yeah.
So, I...

KYLE: Searching
for the term "butyricol."

What makes you think it's got a
connection to Project Shepherd?

The drug was developed
by the military.

Mm-hmm.
And the only
other clue we have

is a fractal
burn pattern,

which is an alien thing.

And Project Shepherd
is in the middle

of your alien-military
Venn diagram.

Yeah.
Ah.

I know.

It's a long shot, but...

it's all I have right now.

I'm surprised you haven't asked
to see this sooner.

Yeah, I'm still figuring out

how much information
I want to know.

I mean, you ever wake up
from a night of drinking and...

not want to know
what happened the night before,

in case it's worse
than you imagined.

Like if I don't remember Taylor
Swift drag night at Planet 7,

then it didn't happen?

(grunts)
No.

Can't relate.

(chuckles)
Mm.

Oh. Thank you.

Uh, when this is done,
why don't you let me

give you a lift
over to Liz's lab?

We can load up
the stolen equipment

so you can return it.
She's not using it.

Nah. We don't have to do that.

What? I mean,
your handprint

gives you access
to their security system, right?

(stammers softly)
So, you know,
just get in there

and return their stuff.

Maybe they'll go easier on you
if they have it.

Hmm.

Flint.

What'd you do with your brother?

Drop the gun. You can't pull
intel from a dead soldier.

I'd be careful, kid.

I taught you
everything you know,

but I didn't teach you
everything I know.

You wouldn't have showed up
unless you wanted my attention.

Well, here I am.

Where is Alex?

He's safe and sound.

I know how concerned you are
about his safety.

That why you had him locked
in the basement?

You kidnapped
him first, Pops.

What do you want
from him, anyway?

You hand him over to me
right now.

No. This time
I outrank you,

and I haven't granted clearance.

You outrank me?

You went soft.

My entire life has been
about destroying the aliens.

That's all I've done:
develop weapons,

develop strategy.

Fighting for our species,

'cause you told me.

I was wrong.

You can't do that.

(sighs)

I don't need you for this,
old man.

(engine starts)

(high-pitched ringing)

You had him in your basement?

What, you took him last week

after you got that piece
of alien tech from me?

He's a loose end.

If we got him
back from Flint,

you were gonna kill him.

You are barely human!

Ooh! When I was
a kid, I thought

maybe because of my high IQ, my
species was superior to yours.

Then I fell in love
with your son.

And I didn't feel superior
anymore.

I am angry.

And smashing things, it's easy.

Alex has evolved past that.

He's past you!

And he's past me.

Despite you--
you slapping him around,

shoving that Manes Man
crap down his throat,

he still loves.

He even loves you.

You don't deserve
to call him your son.

(Michael running)

You know, we really don't
have to do this right now.

We got nowhere
with Project Shepherd.

Let's do one
productive thing today

and return this stuff
so we can do someone some good.

(takes deep breath)
Yeah.

Uh, okay.

(whirrs, beeps)

Um...

do you have access?

No.

No, I was...

deceased when
the guest list was created.

KYLE:
Maybe Liz was still pissed

about the pollen
in my mom's perfume,

had Alex revoke my access.

It doesn't matter.

If Diego was able to find out
about this butyricol

through his...
fancy connections,

maybe it wasn't
a Project Shepherd

or Caulfield trial.

Maybe it was
legit military.

Mm, military would have
some use for something

that would erase state secrets
from people's minds--

they can't spill
to the enemy.

Or you could erase
bad memories

from soldiers
coming home.

(sighs) Or it could be a weapon.

Erase an army's memories...

they don't know what they're
fighting for anymore.

Project Shepherd
hasn't been legit in years,

so what does Flint Manes do,
officially, for the military?

He's a weapons specialist.

He could have access
to biochemical trials.

Let's go.

Find out what he's up to.

My team at-at my
research facility.

we found a-a rare protein.

A mutated gene. May--

You know what?

I've said too much.

You probably think
I'm delusional anyway.

No, you're not delusional.

Elizabeth Holmes was delusional.

Yeah, well, at least
Elizabeth Holmes had funding.

You can get funding.

The second we move from
worms to human cells,

they pull our funding,
and that it isn't fair.

I think you should

reconsider
the Genoryx grant.

What difference
does it make?

Every research facility
in this country

answers to the same
uber-conservative

Department of Health
and Human Services.

Well, whoever's funding Genoryx

isn't super concerned
about FDA guidelines.

They're above
the red tape.

Look, you can start
saving the world now.

I can't do anything

shady or secret.

I, I have too much to lose.

My God, Elizabeth!

You don't always
have to be this

perfect daughter
of a perfect immigrant!

Yes, I do, because
the imperfect daughter

is in a box
at Frontier Valley Cemetery!

Genoryx has more money than
they know what to do with.

Just because your office
has ping-pong tables

and hypobaric
napping chambers,

does not mean that
Genoryx isn't unethical.

(through bullhorn):
Greetings, Graham Crackers!

Today,
Son of a...

a private citizen pledged

a donation to the museum

that will change
the course of human history.

At closing night,
7:00 p.m., main stage,

I will unveil the most

astonishing
alien artifact I've seen

in all my years of collecting.

(cheering)

(grunts)
Bye, now.

(laughs)

(door closes)

Oh, hell no.

♪ ♪

(high-pitched ringing)
(air hisses)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(chuckles):
Oh, gosh.

This is
the post-high school chapter.

Which is really just
a big burn book on my mom.

Finding out
my dad wasn't my dad...

was bad.

It was Liz's senior year

when I dumped
my drug dealer boyfriend,

and I went to this N.A. meeting.

I think that was the first time

that I ever actually wanted
to get better.

But still, I wore a hoodie,
I sat in the back,

I made myself...

really invisible.

I was...

high at the meeting.

You can see it if you want to.

Jump in.

(high-pitched ringing)

(applause)

(woman's distorted voice)

The drinking started

when the man I loved left me.

That was almost 20 years ago.

And I still see him every day.

I see him in the street,
in my business,

but I can handle that.

What I can't handle

is when I see him
in our daughter's eyes.

(distorting, echoing):
Sometimes I think

if we didn't have
a child together,

I might not hurt so much
all these years later.

I might not still love him,
but I do today.

So I drink and I take pills.

And I try not to look
my daughter in the eye.

(crying softly)

Why did you want
to show me that?

I...

I cannot relate to marrying...

a body-stealing alien sociopath.

(wry laugh)
You're kind of
on your own for that one.

But I know that
you're feeling messed up

over not knowing your real mom.

And I guess I just...

feel like
it's worth saying that I...

wish I knew mine
a little bit less.

Javi, la migra.

Cuídate.
Te llamo mas tarde.

What are you doing here?

How's your dad,
Miss Ortecho?

Tell you what.

Coffee's on the house
if you take it to go.

Oh, sounds pretty
entitled for a Mexican.

With a criminal record.
You do know
I own this place, right?

I can refuse service
to racist dicks.

You know, it's a shame.

You'd be good-looking if
it wasn't for that ugly mouth.

Oh, do you want to know
what my ugly mouth can do?

Liz, maybe don't.
My ugly mouth

can tell the ACLU
that you, Chad Hinkle,

were on track
to miss your monthly quota when

you violated
the fourth amendment

by yanking my dad
out of a hospital.

Now that you're here,
my mouth can tell my lawyer

to press misdemeanor
stalking charges.

My mouth can say
that your sister's kid

goes to school in a district
she does not live in.

But, hey,
that's just from Google.

You listen, bitch...
No.

You want to destroy my family
over a bogus vandalism charge?

Why do we have to be perfect

to deserve to exist
within some arbitrary border?

Why is it okay for you
to screw up, but not me?

Because I am me,
and you're a waitress.

But not to me.

The acting director

of U.S. Customs
and Immigration Enforcement

literally came
to my birthday party.

He's a friend of the family.

So is she.

You have a nice day,
Miss Ortecho.

Oops.

Oops, I did it again.

(door opens)
Liz?

Liz, are...?
Are you okay?
I'm fine. I'm fine.

(door closes)

I'm gonna go call Max.

KYLE:
So this is Flint's place.

All right, why don't
you check back there?

I'll check this side.

We're looking for anything
related to the Camerons.

Check in everything, under
everything, behind everything.

I get it. Check everything.

MAX:
Okay.

Hey.

What, you find something?

Uh... maybe. You?

Maybe. Come here.

(vehicle approaching)

(panting)

Here, in here.

Okay. Okay.

(dialing)

Ooh, just...

hear her voice and then hang up.

That's it.

(line ringing)

Dirk speaking.

Hello?

Helena?

Helena, is that you, baby?

Oh, if it is, please come home.

We've been so worried.
I love you so much.

If this is the bastard
who took her,

I hope you rot in hell,
you son of a bitch.

(phone beeps off)

(door opens)

(door closes,
footsteps approaching)

(door opens, footsteps recede)

(door closes)

(sighs)

You think it's safe?

Maybe.
(vehicle engine starts)

Dude.

(sniffs)

Anyone ever tell you
you smell like rain?

(vehicle approaching)

Max?

The hunting van.

We need to get back to town.
Now.

You know, despite my
bad girl reputation,

I'm actually not on board with
breaking you out of rehab.

So... if you can please
make that clear to Liz.

Look, my mom is missing.

Okay? She could be one
of the abducted.

Uh, maybe
she was leaving Roswell,

on her way out of town,

and something happened.
I don't... I don't know.

Yeah. Maybe.

Or maybe she's bailing
on her new family

like she bailed on her old one.

Look, this is not an excuse
to leave rehab, okay?

I just want to find out
that she's okay.

Then I'm gonna go right back.
Sure, Jan.

I literally only have
a week left.

I might as well practice
being sober sooner than later.

You want to stay... longer?

I want to stay until I'm better.

Listen, Noah was a...

treacherous,
serial-killing alien,

but he did have a happy knack
for day trading.

And... I've been
trying to figure out

what to do with
all that money

he left behind.

Oh, you...
you don't have to do that.

I want to be better, too.

The more that I learn
about Louise,

the more I want to be like her.

She was a good person,
and she made a difference.

Someone told me
recently that...

they saw a lot
of her in me.

I really want that to be true.

Hey, you missed the turn.

I haven't heard back
from Michael all day.

I just want to stop by
the junkyard and make sure

that he's still... alive.

(buzzing, zapping)

(yelling)
Oh...

Nap time is over,
sweetheart.

So this is the perk

of being a weapons
specialist, huh?

(groans, pants)

Oh, if this is your... attempt

to convince me that you aren't

a horde of violent invaders

here to colonize a planet
that isn't yours,

I mean, you're doing
a really bang-up job.

You know, I was a good kid.

I wanted to be an
agricultural engineer.

Maybe have a couple kids,

start a dad band.

But then I was provoked.

And now, I'm this.

Maybe there's
still hope for you.

Your brother Gregory's living
a peaceful life teaching kids,

staying jacked
on the res.

And Alex-- Alex...
Alex is a traitor.

He'll be court-martialed

when this is over.

So he's still alive?

(laughs)

You were early.

What are you talking about?

You know,
my father demanded a meeting.

I had just left Sanders' Auto.

If you hurt that old man!
I wouldn't touch him.

Okay?
He's a hardworking American.

I was just leaving you a note.

And I took Alex because I knew

it was the best way
to get you to cooperate.

Alex will be fine

as long as you do what I say.

If you disobey,
make my day any worse,

Alex will die
knowing you are the reason.

So why don't you untie me

and apologize?
We'll go from there.

Diego, you really don't
need to stick around.

I don't want to keep
you from your life.

Elizabeth, ICE agents came
to your business today.

And I handled it.
With my help.

It's okay to need help.

Listen,
Genoryx invests in their people.

You are valuable.

I'm sure they'll sponsor
Arturo's path to citizenship

if you just sign on.

In the meantime, you can work
in a sanctuary city.

(door opens)

LIZ:
Hey.

Did you get my messages?
Yeah. Hey, Diego.

Uh, any progress
on Arturo's case?

(sighs)

I think we're on the...
the right track.

Mm-hmm.
Okay.

Have a good
night, guys.
Yeah.

(door opens)

Something wrong?

(door closes)

Got to tell you something,
but you might want to sit down.

Kyle and I connected butyricol
to Flint Manes.

So I called Alex's other
brother, Greg, and he said that

Flint has this property
outside of town.

He drives a massive
hunting van, Liz.

He was the sniper
the night we found Cameron.

Have you called Alex?

No, Kyle's on it, but
there's-there's something else.

I found this

in Flint's trash.

This is the box my dad kept
my abuelita's ring in

until my mom stole it.

I got the ring back,
but she kept the box.

Rosa called earlier.

She was worried about Mom.

I said that she probably just
bailed like she always does.

Okay. If-if Flint used Jenna
to get to Charlie

because Charlie builds
bioweapons,

what does he want with my mom?

Maybe he's trying to get to

another bioengineering genius.

Well, that's not gonna work.
I don't care about her.

(sighs)
Okay.

Max, what's going on?

You're being... cold.

This is a serious
conversation.

No, don't do that.

What's going on?

I know Maria left yesterday.

I saw her and Mimi off
from the Wild Pony.

So I know you didn't spend
last night helping her process.

And you certainly didn't
spend last night here.

I didn't push it this morning
because I trust you,

and everyone's entitled
to their secrets.

If this about Diego,
you're way off base.

I wish this was about Diego.

Why is Kyle locked out
of your lab?

Why did you tell me

that no one's accepting
your applications

when you've turned down
two research grant offers?

I found the papers
in my trash.

Because I don't want
to go back to that.

Okay? I brought you

back to life, and now,
I don't want to go back

to worms and-and mice
and rats and

hoping maybe my work will help
some other scientist

revolutionize medicine
decades from now.

What kind of work
are you doing, exactly?

I'm developing a rapid treatment
for a rare blood disease.

Kyle's girlfriend is sick,

and I want to help repay him
for what he's done for us.

(woman speaks indistinctly
over P.A.)

(sniffles)

(clears throat)

Is it true?

Have you been stealing
from the hospital?

Steph...

Yeah.

#NoFilter.

I can't get my hands
to work lately,

which makes getting the top
off my makeup kind of hard.

But we can talk about eye shadow
after you answer me.

Have you been siphoning hospital
resources for God knows what?

It's... not that simple.

Yes, I've...

gone against hospital policy

to treat people
who can't get health care.

Yeah, well, this isn't
a victimless crime, Kyle!

My dad...

He's been getting so much heat
about supply shortages.

His personal genome machine
getting stolen

out from underneath his nose.

Do you know how much
it's costing him

to keep me alive right now?

How much it would cost
if he lost his fancy insurance?

I, um...

I hadn't thought about that.

I'm gonna return everything.

That's why I'm
here right now.

To apologize.

And to say goodbye.

I am definitely going
to lose my job,

and after I confess
to everything,

they're definitely
gonna press criminal charges.

Yeah, well,
your mom's the sheriff.
Oh, yeah, and if you'd met her,

you'd know that means
I'm really screwed.

(sniffles)

I wish you'd met her.

She'd really love you.

Goodbye, Steph.

Show up for your shift tomorrow.

What?

Yeah, the thing about dying?

Your dad's willing
to do whatever it takes

to make you happy.

And I don't want you
to lose your job, so...

I don't know what to say.

Don't. I'm still mad at you.

Close the door on your way out.

So this is just about Kyle's
girlfriend, and then it's over?

If I can cure her,
the possibilities are endless.

I can adjust it
for other illnesses.

Adjust what, exactly?
Alien DNA?

Liz, my God. Like, let's say
you're right, and you find

some magic cure-all
in alien spinal fluid.

And then that information
falls into the wrong hands?

It won't,
because it's in my hands.

Max, I love you, I love

your family. I-I am asking you
to trust me with this.

No, you're not
asking me anything.

You haven't asked me
about any of this.

You just got caught
in a string of lies.

I guess it sucks, huh,

when your partner
doesn't include you

in major,
life-altering decisions?

Are you angry at me for
bringing your sister back?

Hey.

Liz, we need
to talk.

Rosa, we think
you're right. We think

mom was taken by Flint Manes
as part of some scheme.

Well, there is
new information.

We found this on
Michael's trailer.

Flint didn't abduct my mother.

This is Helena's handwriting.

They're working together.

HELENA:
Hola, Michael.

I'm Helena Ortecho.

Why?

(yells)
What the hell?

It's a special drug developed
at Caulfield.

It won't harm you at all,
but you won't be able

to use any telekinetics
until it wears off.

It'll keep you honest.

I want to see Alex.

Oh.

You will.

After you build me this bomb.