All language subtitles for roswell new mexico s02e03.Good Mother.eng

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

No. No.

It's Max.

It's a psychic connection.

- You have to stop her.
- I'm an expert

at quieting voices.

When your mom wandered off in the past,

she always came right home.

You know Max and Isobel
have this crazy connection.

- He can feel her.
- Noah is gone.

But I feel like he's crawling

under my skin.

I can choose to set myself free.

What made you want to be like him?

What makes you think I had a choice?

I'm leaving Roswell. My
sister's been transferred

to a prison in Ohio.

I want to be closer to her.

MICHAEL She's my...

Your mother.

She wasn't admitted to
Caulfield until October 14,

1948.

That's over a year after the crash.

She may have been in
Roswell the entire time.

_

Looks like a woman coming out!

- Identify yourself!
- Hold your fire!

She could be dangerous, Valenti.

She's a woman, Manes.

Ma'am,

I'm Hector Valenti.

What's your name?

Ma'am,

you in need?

12 o'clock, Valenti!

They're hostile!

Open fire!

I got two on the right!

- Synced and corrected by martythecrazy -
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What do you say we speed this process up

a little bit, huh, Max?

Whoa.

Liz said that you were either
here or at the library.

Is the Library a new dive bar

- or something?
- The pod keeps us in stasis

by regenerating our cells at
the same rate they degrade.

This current will speed
up the regeneration,

so Max will actually improve in there.

So, what do you want?

I'm doing very well, Guerin.

Thank you for asking.

Look, this whole, uh...

platonic acquaintances
thing is new to me.

So I can't just flip a
switch from tortured lust

to "sup, bro" overnight.

Lucky for you, I'm not
here to play beer pong.

I've been working through the
hard drives from Caulfield.

I told you, you don't need
to help me look into my...

I know. I want to.

And I have a vested interest.

When I searched for info about your mom,

I hit a sophisticated firewall.

So if someone went to that effort

to hide information about her...

Then there's something to hide.

I came to ask your
permission to keep digging.

I mean, if you want me to
keep my findings to myself...

No.

I want to know. Thank you.

♪ Call me when you're
at the right time ♪

- ♪ In your life ♪
- ♪ Call me ♪

♪ Find me when you're
at the right time ♪

- ♪ In your life ♪
- ♪ Find me ♪

♪ I'll be... ♪

Are you okay? I was...

You... You came out of nowhere.

You must be freezing.

Are you hurt?

Where did you come from?

Like you said,

nowhere.

Why the face?

More bogus tips?

Graham Green e-mailed one.

He thinks my mom was abducted.

Hmm.

You made me an omelet?

I didn't know you were house-trained.

Mm-hmm.

This is really good.

Who taught you to cook?

Uh, guy who owns the junkyard.

- One-eyed old man Sanders?
- Uh-huh.

Please, explain.

Well, uh, when...

The summer I started working for him,

I had a real peach of a foster dad.

He took a hands-on approach
to educating me on respect.

Sanders had a couch, so when
I needed a place to crash,

I shared it with his dog.

It was a comfy couch, and
I always got breakfast.

That was the most words
I've ever heard you say.

I'm sorry, I thought you
ordered the angst omelet.

Let me take that right
back to the kitchen.

Mm, you take my food,
and I will fork you.

Oh!

I can't unhear that.

Seriously, are you guys living together?

No, he's just, um...

parking in my lot.

- Oh...
- Great lot. Oh...

Maria, phone for you.

Wow.

I've been here a couple weeks now.

Where have you and your opinions been?

You don't look awesome.

Oh, thank you.

I'm in the middle of a ten-mile run.

Sheriff found my mom on I-40.

No memory of where she's
been, but she's okay.

That's great. I'll-I'll drive you.

Uh, no, you're not meeting my mother,

but thank you for breakfast.

I used to wake up in the desert

with no memory of where I'd been.

This isn't like Noah
hijacking your mind.

Mimi has memory issues, she wanders.

Noah is gone.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm late for jiu-jitsu.

You're up early.

Or late.

Depending on the perspective.

I got you some art supplies last night.

I didn't know what you would want,

but a creative outlet
might be good for you.

- I read this study on art...
- I'll take a look.

I'd rather you not go out,

but please be careful when you do.

You say that every day.

Love you.

The whole ride here, Mimi
rattled off the plot

to Starship Troopers like she lived it.

All the voices, but not a
word on where she'd been.

Well, that's Mimi DeLuca's M.O.

Thanks for your help, Jenna.

Sure. It's nice to see you.

No hard feelings between us, I hope.

You did what you had to do.

I wish I hadn't had to dismiss you.

With Evans MIA, I'm-I'm low on deputies.

What do you mean? Evans is MIA?

_

Well, you've done all this
redecorating for nothing,

given that you're trying
to kill yourself and all.

I'm not trying to kill myself,
I am simply performing

my own abortion.

The blue serum almost
killed you once already.

And the orange one brought
me back good as new.

Welcome to my second rodeo.

The cavalier act won't work on me.

I wouldn't be here if
you weren't scared.

You know, you're quite salty

for a figment of my imagination.

It's one thing to imagine what
I would say if I was here.

It's another thing to pretend I am here.

Just admit, you're spiraling.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

For once, I am totally in control.

I have been micro-dosing
with that serum for weeks.

I'm still pregnant,

so today I took a higher dose.

I've got it handled.

I'm going to monitor the
bleeding, and as soon as

the pregnancy has passed,
I'll take the antidote.

That poison shuts down your organs.

Your liver, your kidneys.
This is some back alley

coat hanger crap, and you know it.

You need a doctor. Call Valenti.

Oh, and what, exactly, does Kyle know

about my alien uterus?

Excuse me, I need to go vomit.

I think that means it's working.

Hey.

Cameron.

Paid for this this time.

Listen. What the hell's
going on with Max?

Last I heard, he's in Mexico.

What can I say, the guy
loves a piña colada.

No, no.

I kept Max's secret.

All right? Even as the
lies started building up.

I prevented your alien serial killer

doughnut delivery boy from roofying

half the women in town.

And I took the fall for
all the gunplay the night

of the gala and lost my job for it.
Your turn.

When you start lying to the
people who are on your side,

eventually, you lose your allies.

You lose everyone who loves you.

I deserve the truth.

The doctor said that you're
hydrated and healthy.

Mom, you have to give Sheriff
Valenti something to go on.

If someone took you, if anyone hurt you,

then we need to find
them, and we have to...

Don't worry

so much, my baby.

I can navigate these streets blind.

I always come home.

You were gone for a month, Mom.

No.

I left Sunset Mesa last night.

I got turned around, sure, but

I was coming to you

when that lady found me
and brought me here.

I wasn't hurt, sweetheart, and

I never felt unsafe, I promise you that.

Jenna Cameron lend you those?

- The boots?
- Yeah.

No, sweetheart. Those are mine.

Oh.

Hey.

Uh, forgive my bluntness. Just,
you know, circumstances.

How are you here?

Oh, you didn't order a blonde?

Guerin said it wasn't safe

to talk at the cafe, so he sent me here.

Liz,

did something happen to Max?

_

Three years ago, I hypothesized

that if I introduced a rare protein

to destroyed stem cells,
they'd regenerate.

And I was right.

My team in Denver brought
dead cells back to life.

Rat cells, but, I mean,
still, the applications are

immeasurable... until our
study got shut down.

They said it was for ethics reasons,

but I think it's because
it threatened big pharma.

Then a few weeks ago, Kyle found that

the pods contain a sort of alien cousin

to my regenerative protein.

When Max healed Rosa,

his electric charge
amplified the process.

If we can replicate that, then,

we can accelerate his recovery, so,

I am testing out pig hearts to see...

- Those are pig hearts?
- You think these are human hearts?

I'm so sorry.

Uh, sometimes I skip steps

when I'm dumbing things down.

- Not that you're dumb. It's just...
- No. All good.

You know, I think it's safe to say

we are different kinds of smart.

You actually, um,

remind me a lot of my sister Charlie.

She used to rant about gene therapy,

sliding around the kitchen in her socks.

So all of this is going to save Max...

unless it fails,

in which case, um...

We have a few hours

before I need to record the
electromagnetic charge interval.

Do you want to?

I'm just really not a wine person.

Well, then, I am officially out of ideas

on how to comfort my dead
boyfriend's ex-lover.

I've got whiskey in the car.

I'm sorry. I told them no
visitors until my brain

starts to obey my orders.

Well, your-your speech is improving.

Eh.

Look, Dad, I came to...

to tell you that I'm
sorry about all of this.

This is a morphine drip.

Click it if you, uh... I know.

I know what it does.

Yeah, right.

Well, I want you to know that
it's over between Guerin and me.

I don't want to discuss that.

Dr. Winston, pick up.

Dr. Winston, pick up.

Flint broke into the bunker.

He left behind a bunch
of after action reports

from the night of the crash.

I think he was trying to get
me to understand why...

Well, it worked.

I get why you want to
eradicate them now.

The violence that those aliens inflicted

on those honest American soldiers

that night is unforgivable.

When I met Michael, I
didn't know what he was.

But I do now.

I'm sorry.

Mm-hmm.

You know, those bastards...

They sent out one that
looked like a woman first,

just to make sure

our men lowered their
weapons, and they did.

Our men who were still
recovering from World War II,

just caught vulnerable.

Disgusting.

And Tripp was never the same.

Who's Tripp?

Rosa?

Help.

You're the only one.

When my sister and I were little...

Mm-hmm.
Our Dad brought us to Roswell.

We were obsessed with aliens

and the crash

and X-Files.

And it was... it was the perfect trip.

I think that's why I moved to Roswell.

That's where I felt closest to her.

It was like...

trying to go back in time somehow.

Time travel really messes with you.

I am eight years older
than my older sister.

She used to be my hero. She was kinetic,

disruptive, cool.

Now that I'm an adult,

I'm-I'm pretty sure she's bipolar,

and she needs help.

And if I try to save Max,

I-I'm letting Rosa
twist in the wind, so,

hence the wine ready in my drawer.

Yeah.

Well, we all have our
unhealthy coping mechanisms.

- Yup.
- You want to try mine?

Well...

I'm puking,

but still not bleeding, so,

it's gonna be a long, bad day ahead.

How are you gonna know that what kills

Noah's demon spawn won't kill you, too?

I don't know.

Did you know?

Did you know that you were gonna die

when you saved Rosa? I
mean, was there a moment

that you realized...

"This is going to kill me,"

and you did it anyway?

On the day my husband died.

I wouldn't have left you, Iz.

Hmm.

That's exactly the kind

of thing a figment of my
imagination would say.

Deep down, you know I would
never choose anyone over you,

because you would never
choose anyone over me.

Not even yourself.

You're training every
day because you want

to be the one to bring me back,

even if it costs you your life.

Do you think I want to come back

to a world without you in it?

Mrs. Bracken.

You got a second to help
me clear something up?

Um...

you know, Sheriff, I would,

but, um, I have the flu.

I got my shots.

Oh, you're gonna pay for that

in all kinds of ways.

Okay.

Okay, I know... I know this is weird.

What is going on? I'm
turning into my mom.

I lost time at the gala,
Michael's hand...

- No.
- I'm seeing things, I'm seeing things.

No, I'm real. I'm here.

- Ah, help!
- I...

It's what Mom said. She's dead.

Maria, hey. Stop.

You're not crazy.

I'm right here.

I reserve the right to
be the mentally ill one

in this friendship.
It's kind of my thing.

What the hell is going on?

Don't really know how to
lie about that, so...

Do you believe in aliens?

Should've given you a trigger warning.

The M.E., Dr. Holden,

listed Noah's cause of death

as cardiac arrest due
to lightning strike.

No other abnormalities were listed.

But that's not consistent
with the crime scene photos.

You see these ligature marks

- on his wrists and ankles?
- Yeah, I'll, um...

I'll take your word for it.

These marks are
consistent with zip ties.

And these...

with struggling against
police-issue handcuffs.

Like Max's.

You know, will you...
Will you excuse me...

just for one minute?

Ah...

You and Max did this?

Yeah, sometimes.

What's funny?

Nothing, he just, uh...

ah, he was such a baby
when he would miss a shot,

you know, just, every
excuse in the world.

"You feel that, uh, breeze pick up?"

"You ever get those
floaters in your eye?"

Oh, God.

My personal favorite:

"Got these briefs on Mom
got me for Christmas.

Don't feel right.”

- That macho streak, man.
- Yeah.

Manifests as bullheadedness, an
infallible sense of judgement.

Periodically slipping
into John Wayne voice

- when he's peacocking.
- Oh, my God.

And he thinks his Spanish is perfect.

I ran into him at the market
once and he said to the clerk,

"¿Tienes carne sin preservativos?"

He asked for meat

without a condom.

He was trying to impress you.

Yeah.

I get that. I do, I just, I wish...

he'd have known he
didn't have to do that.

He was enough.

I just needed time to catch up.

Squeeze, don't pull.

He had no right.

It wasn't just his life.

Rosa is my sister, and he
just, he knew what he knew

and he did what he did.
He never asked me.

Would you have let him save her?

If he had asked, I mean,

would you really have stopped him?

There are some choices

people should never have to make.

Go ahead. Open it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I should've given you a trigger warning.

What game are you playing?

Some of them are games.

Some are just regular sex toys.

Well, you were right.

About the handcuffs.

I stole them from Max a few years ago.

It's just, the plastic
ones are just so flimsy.

Did you want these back?

No, thank you.

That won't be necessary.

I'll let myself out.

That was incredible.

And now I'm scarred for life.

And death and whatever comes after that.

You know, Max,

you really should
loosen up a little bit.

Do you know what hoverboarding is?

'Cause I think it could really
help dislodge the stick...

No, no. La, la, la, la. No, no, please.

I already know way too...

- I already know...
- You do know.

- You were blaming Michael for so long.
- I can never get it

out of my head because of you. Please.

I miss you.

Any time there's something...

funny or Mom says something
extra or-or some...

I go to call you or...

I'll get in my car and start
driving to your house.

My mind keeps reaching for you.

It's like a reflex, you know,
when you love someone.

There should be a word for it.

You probably know the word for it.

So when you lose your person, it's...

the reflex doesn't get the memo.

I keep reaching for you.

I... open up a door

and I slam into a brick wall.

It doesn't matter how many times

I slam into that wall, I just,

I keep reaching for you,

and then losing you.

I lose you

a hundred times a day.

Where is the antidote? The
pregnancy is not over.

I'll feel it when I'm free.

I'll know.

Your breath is shallow. Damn it, Isobel.

This is not a good time to be alone.

You know, the irony is, I'm not alone.

For for the first time, I am
just like all the other girls.

Did you know that our city council

just passed a resolution
banning clinics?

They call Roswell the last
sanctuary city for the unborn.

Just the unborn.

We don't have a women's shelter.

Well, our parents sure
picked a fine place

to crash a flying saucer.

You okay, DeLuca?

Uh, I-I was gonna give you space

to... be with your mom,

but there is something
I need to tell y...

Is there?

Just go. I was gonna talk to you.

- How much do you know? Okay...
- Stop talking! Get out, Michael!

- Okay! Okay! I'll go! But there's...
- Get out!

There's something you need to know.

There's something you need to know.

You remember when I used to come in

and sleep on your floor?

You-you used to have a nightmare.

You, um...

you were alone

in a cold, dark room and
there was something...

You couldn't get up. You were, uh...

Chained to the floor.

I'd wake up all freaked out

and run to your room.

- Mm.
- You'd make a little bed

for me on the floor and
mind-meld me to a happy memory.

You've always taken
such good care of me.

Michael, too.

I think you'd be a
really good mom, Isobel.

You don't have to do this.

Motherhood...

isn't what this is about.

I might want to be a mom someday. I...

Not like this.

Not when it's been... inflicted on me.

I can't have Noah's baby. I...

I can't recover from what he did

until I put an end

to the parts of him

that are living inside of me.

I have to do it on my own terms.
Do you get that?

The only person

who will always love me

and come to my rescue

is me.

That's what this is about.

Then you're doing the right thing.

I know.

Besides, if I were that
good at taking care of you,

you'd have made it to 30.

Oh, that's a lot of blood, Isobel.

It's time.

It's time. Come on, get up.

Get up. Take the an...

Come on, Isobel, get up.

Get up, get up, get up.

Come on, Isobel. Take
the antidote, please.

I need your help, Rosa.

Look, I'm not gonna help you die.

I have been drinking
so that I don't dream.

- I-I know that.
- It's like you're getting stronger.

I-I hear you now when I'm awake.

You're right.

Something is-is making me stronger.

I f... I feel things.

That's why I'm calling for you.

Something is wrong with Isobel.

Even in the pod, I s... I sense it.

She's dying.

Please.

It's a thing.

I like simple.

Good banter, taller than me.

Yes.

- Makes coffee when he gets up.
- Ah.

You know, that's what I
liked about Max. He just,

he didn't seem like the grand-gesture,

resurrect-the-dead type.

And when you found out he was
an alien, kind of a turnoff?

By the time I found out,
it didn't really matter.

You were here.

How did you feel, when he told you?

I mean, I always dreamed
about leaving Roswell

to find something greater.

Turns out there's a door to the universe

right here all along.

It made you love him more.

I fell for him after I knew the truth.

It's like you said.

We're different kinds of smart.

Maybe we're different
kinds of dumb, too.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Secret lab.

Liz, um, I just saw Max in
a nightmare and he said

that Isobel needed help. I
think you should go get her.

It's just a dream, Rosa.

- Are you okay?
- What if it's not just a dream?

Okay. Okay. I'm-I'm-I'm
getting in the car.

Ooh, God. No, I am not. I am hammered.

Well, I can drive.

Yeah, sorry, I, uh...

Seemed like you needed
to tie one on and,

no offense, but I was
not going to be drunk

around you and a firearm.

Isobel?

It's your least favorite intruder.

Isobel. I need you to wake up.

Isobel, open your eyes. Open your eyes!

I'm sorry that you had to get involved.

No. I'd have been here. I...

I know you're angry, and I get it.

I-I got my sister back, and
you lost your brother.

I think about that every day, I do.

No. Oh, my God. It's not your fault.

They...

I didn't want to be mad
at Max, and so I...

tried to blame you, but it...

didn't work.

I can't believe that you saved my life

- after I was such a "see you next..."
- Stop.

Please stop apologizing.

What do you need, Isobel?

I needed... Max.

You had him.

He was, he was with you.
Ma-Max was here.

Michael built a rig.

I think Max is getting
stronger in the pod.

He felt that you needed him.

He reached out. He-he got you help.

Wait, what? H-How is that possible?
That...

I'm gonna explain

everything,

but the important thing

is that you know he
hasn't left you alone.

He never did. He never will.

So...

I would have died,

otherwise.

If I didn't have some kind of

half-dead alien twin, I...

I would've been a statistic.

You know, I thought I
was getting sick, too.

But turns out, my friends
are just really good liars.

You won't get lost like me, my girl.

You're protected.

You're safe from all evil.

Oh, Cameron told me she found Mimi.

Don't.

You have no idea how bad I wanted

- to tell you everything.
- Because I deserved to know,

or because you needed my support?

You know, I have pieced together

one hell of a story

between Michael and Rosa.

Never mind that my mom's

disappearance might have
something to do with them.

But I was targeted, too.

Last year, at the gala,
I woke up thinking

I'd made a drunken fool
of myself, when actually,

it was my closest friends
making a fool of me.

We thought you were safer
if you didn't know.

Everyone who knew nearly
died 'cause of Noah.

I never feel safe in this town.

I keep a taser behind the
bar, a knife under my pillow.

You understand what it's like

to be scared, and you
left me vulnerable.

No, I-I kept the secret so that
you wouldn't be more vulnerable.

I love you. I need you
to understand I...

Last week, I went to
Rosa's grave to clean it.

I sat and I talked to her spirit,

like I have every month

for ten years.

I grieved her

while she was watching
Netflix two miles away.

I just need some time.

Rosa needs you. She was wasted
when I found her tonight.

Booze, not drugs, but...

everything's a slippery
slope in this town.

Sup, bro?

- I went to the Pony to look for you.
- Hm-hmm.

The Pony did not work out for me.

Well, I spent the day
exploiting my father's

various vulnerabilities.

I was trying to get him to tell me

what his grandfather Harlan
told him about what happened

the night of the crash.

My dad kept talking about
a guy named Tripp.

Tripp is a nickname for a soldier.

His real name is redacted, but

in his report of that night
there's a female alien, and

I think that her description
matches your mother's.

He said that she used her mind

to control him and then got away.

I thought the girl got away,
but we found her again.

It was near dawn. We'd been assigned

to patrol the perimeter of Walker,

but my men and I ventured off a bit.

The flying saucer wreckage was
scattered for miles anyway.

I'm gonna try something.

Yeah, try a bullet. It's a demon.

The nurse you met at the Wild Pony

last night was a demon, Stan;

this one's a wounded deer.

Stand down

and stay back.

I come in peace.

We had a moment back there, didn't we?

I think you're here
because you need help,

not because you want to
hurt the American people.

That sound right?

I can see that you're hurt.

You're not gonna last
much longer out here.

That's a lot of blood.

Can I take a look?

I'm a medic.

Move in.

Holy heaven above.

They were like something
out of a painting,

something not of this earth.

None of us had ever seen
light like that before.

Could be weapons. Get 'em to the hold.

There's no use fighting.

We're gonna get you in this truck

and we're gonna take you to the base.

Don't shoot.

Ah!

I saw it then,

their precious cargo.

There were children in
those eggs, babies.

You know a mother fighting for
her baby when you see one.

Doesn't matter what species they are.

That was 12 hours ago, sir.

I expect they're long dead.

You knew she fought for you.

And even that day in the prison,

I could tell how much she loved you.

You think the blonde who
got shot in the chest

is Max and Isobel's mother?

I haven't seen anything in the drives

that suggests that the
other woman lived,

but I'm gonna keep looking.

Did you read the last part?

"I apologize for my failure
to eliminate the enemy

"and deliver the bodies.

It won't happen again."

What kind of a monster

talks like that about a dying mother?

I'm sorry.

Liz, I messed up.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't stay clean.

Look, I know that you hate me,

and you should, because...

because he's-he's dead because of me,

and I don't even deserve it.

I ruined it. I ruined everything.
I ruined

- my miracle, Liz.
- Hey.

Come here.

Shh. It's okay.

I love you.

I am so happy you're here.

We're gonna figure this out.

We're gonna be okay.

Hey.

Where you going?

I thought that we were done.

No.

I want to show you this.

I've been going through the
microfiche at the library.

Every damn page of the
Gazette following the crash,

looking for her name, for someone

who fits her description.

October 12, 1948.

This is two days before she was captured

- and taken to Caulfield.
- Mm-hmm.

How do you go from being gunned down

to smiling next to a
prize-winning pumpkin

to an alien torture chamber in a year?

If they loved us, if they fought for us,

why'd we wake up 50 years later
scared and completely alone?

Why didn't they come for us?

Guerin, there's more to this story.

We're gonna find the answers, okay?

Who's there?

What sort of bad did y'all come across?

Look, ma'am, I just want to help you.

Will you let me help?

Help.

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