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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Liz, I have loved you my entire life.

I'm gonna bring him back.

I'm only part alien, but these visions

are a part of me.

I can't just turn off a piece of myself,

even if it's dangerous.

You are gonna let
all of these people die,

and you are gonna let
the aliens take the blame.

What kind of work are you doing?

I am asking you to trust me with this.

I have a family to protect.

You could've stopped Diego

without destroying a year of my work!

Things are coming back to me.

Little flashes.

I know so little about my own story.

The parts that I thought I understood

are unraveling.

Howdy... partner.

Don't move.

Well, we can keep this cordial.

We're the same. Why-why are we the same?

Listen, son...

I'm not your son.

Right?

Why do you look like me?

Well, I reckon you look like me.

Who are you?

Round here,

I go by Jones.

Oh, your mothers never
told you about me?

Can't say that doesn't smart a bit.

Why don't I show you?

- No!
- No, stop!

Max. What did he do to you?

He, uh...

he told me that he's the Savior

and I'm the Clone.

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

All my life, I've wanted
to be one thing:

just a guy from Roswell.

But you can't outrun your history

when you're standing still.

I've been trying to put
the past behind me,

enjoy the time I have
left on this planet.

But I can't.

Because this last year has
only brought more questions.

About who I am.

And who I need to be
for the people I love.

For now, this letter
is the best I can do.

And if I run out of time
before I figure it all out,

I want you to know what I think about

every time I close my eyes.

The universe brought us
together not once but twice.

I have to believe it'll do it again.

Oh, please, Dr. Roswell, don't cut me.

Cytosine promises he will never
hook up with adenine ever again.

Splicing RNA is hard enough

without the base pairs
playing out in a telenovela.

Well, then, if you must cut

that genome out of my life,

I would perhaps suggest

a little to the left.

And now up. Ah.

- That's the spot.
- Ah!

Success.

Okay.

You know, not that I don't
think your RNA voice work

is top-notch, but I do feel like

I need to see physical proof
you have two PhDs.

Oh, I promise I can

separate platelets
with the best of them,

but thankfully, Genoryx have
graciously taken pity on me

and my charming personality.

And, uh...

I think you should do the same.

Have a drink with me tonight.

Uh, b-but we have a rare,
degenerative brain disorder

to solve, Heath.

Yeah, and, uh, we also just
created a proprietary code

that's showing promise in
helping paraplegics walk again.

I'm not asking you on a date, Roswell.

I'm just asking you to do
what normal colleagues do.

You know? Get out of the lab,

acknowledge when we've done great work.

Maybe share a bottle of wine,

get a little drunk,
release some tension,

succumb to the moment.

I think that last part was adenine.

I swear.

Good news. Corporate called.

They're thrilled that our formula

was approved by the FDA.

Okay, so we're on to clinical trials?

Which Le Placage will begin immediately.

But how did we cut through the red tape?

Because Le Placage is
a skin care company.

I'm sorry, our regenerative
formula for paraplegic

spinal injury victims is gonna
be used on fine lines?

We knew it showed promise
for other applications.

Yeah, but that gives them an
exclusive lease on the patent,

so it's not gonna be
used medically at all.

Only for ten years.

Uh, the good news is that

corporate approved a substantial bump

to the research budget
for your neuro study.

Congratulations.

So,

commiserating drink, then, tonight?

♪ Life is just a lonely highway ♪

♪ I'm out here on the open road ♪

♪ I'm old enough to see behind me ♪

♪ But young enough to feel my soul ♪

♪ I don't want to lose you, baby... ♪

How much tequila has he had today?

Oh, I think this is less booze

and more convincing
himself that a year later

he's really over Liz Ortecho.

Yeah, I don't see much
Liz wallowing as he tries

to best my one-night
stand score at the Pony.

- Mm.
- Boys are gross.

We are.

What do you say we give
this little rodeo clown

a run for his money?

Oh, absolutely.

Uh, you can't just zap
me into a mindscape

while I'm riding a mechanical bull.

Huh. Looks like I just did.

I'm gonna bust out of here.

My mind palace? I doubt it.

See, what you two rookies need

is to work on your mind control defense

if you want to take on Jones unscathed.

Remember, there's no
lying in the mindscape.

Let the games begin.

Okay. Are you still dating

that bartender chick from Planet 7?

I'll tell you six positions we've tried

and you can tell me
which one I'm making up.

All right, that's gonna
need more tequila.

Are you stalling on finishing
the cage for Jones?

Uh, I've studied how
they muted alien powers

in Caulfield Prison,

but it's kind of hard engineering a cage

that weakens alien powers
when I'm an alien.

Nice use of deflection.

Okay, my turn.

So, Max, do you miss

the waitress who shall not be named?

Points for aliening the robot cow

to evade my question, but...

you still haven't answered me about Liz.

Well, let me answer your question
with another question.

Do you think that singer
would like a beer?

- ♪ Hey... ♪
- Absolutely.

As long as you're not
the one delivering it.

♪ Tell me, baby... ♪

Round of tacos says you're wrong.

Is something weird going
on with Max lately?

Weirder than him having an
evil twin hidden in the desert?

He seems fun.

Are you sure this isn't misplaced nerves

about Alex coming home?

Because in last night's mindscape,

you were sending out
some pretty intense,

"I think it's our time" vibes.

Uh-huh. After eight tequilas,

maybe we should have a
moratorium on truth exercises.

Seems like the new patio's a success.

Hey.

A guy just dropped this off for you.

- Oh.
- Said it's a gift?

- Oh. Yeah, that's from Bert.
- _

He's in my Woman as Warrior class,

and apparently he's been
making his own mead.

Mmm.

Hey, well, I'm not one

to let artisanal alcohol
go to waste, so...

I want to take a bath in that.

Aren't you supposed to be
on a date somewhere?

Uh, I was busy carrying
in that crate for you.

Gregory Manes.

You did not bail on the cute teacher

who likes to make her own pottery.

Dating just sucks now.

And the second a girl
hears my last name,

she asks about the accident,

and then I got to tell some lame lie,

because the truth doesn't scream,

"Will you be the father of my children?"

Listen,

what happened with your
dad was not your fault.

You know that.

And if you ask me,
I think you're a hero.

Well, there's a statue
in the town square

that super disagrees with you.

More mead, please.

Would you mind staying sober
and giving me a ride home?

My truck is in the shop.

Pretty please?

Kyle, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.

I completely lost track of time and...

Like, days? Is y... is your
medical convention over?

It's okay. I know you're busy.

But I do have time for a drink

before I head to LAX.

And so, then, can I interest
you in a gourmet meal?

It's five stars, I promise.

Uh-huh.

Did your feisty Latina reina

give you the nickel tour of L.A.?

Uh, Steph took me to Alvarado's.

Mm! I hear it's got a
great view of the city.

I think she hoped the view

would soften the blow of the breakup.

I can't blame her.

Y-You invented a cure that
miraculously saved her life

at the one-yard line

and now she doesn't want
to be tied to Roswell.

Why do you have to be tied to Roswell?

Actually, a position opened
at my old hospital in New York.

You can get your job back?

Promotion.

So you're curious
what your next step is.

I am curious where I
actually set up my life.

I mean, isn't that why you
moved here to Los Angeles?

I mean... you must love the beaches.

I love it.

Liz?

Have you seriously
not been to the beach?

You had pictures of the ocean

in your locker, come on!

I know you're trying to save the world.

Right now, I would
just settle for saving

Maria's mind from degenerating
every time she has a vision.

But I'm stuck trying to replicate

what I did with Steph
without my notes or tapes

or antibodies from Noah's choroid plexus

because Max Evans roasted them.

You weren't gonna solve a global
pandemic with Noah's corpse.

You don't know that.

Why are you defending Max right
now? You got to be Team Liz!

- Team Liz!
- As the founding member of Team Liz,

I got to tell you, you seem unhappy.

I just can't believe
it's been a whole year.

Max hasn't come for you.

Have you even gone on a date?

I have, yes.

Mm-hmm. How many second dates?

Because my guess

is there's a lot more petri dishes

that have shared Chardonnay
with you than suitors.

Is it really fair to some
new guy if I keep looking

over my shoulder hoping
that Max is gonna show up?

He's not coming, Liz.

I know that's tough to hear,

but if you've got your
life on hold for him...

He's moved on.

Like, you have to do things
that make you feel alive

if you're gonna kill it
at work, you know that.

Remember who you are.
You are Liz Ortecho.

You don't just accept things that suck.

You change them.

Wow, a '65 Mustang

with a Windsor HiPo V8.

I cannot believe it.

I bought it off an old drag racing buddy

a couple months ago.

You used to drag race?

Is that really so hard to believe?

Uh, for Guerin, no.

For the sweet, one-beer-a-night,
second grade teacher?

Uh, yeah.

Well, sorry to break it to you,
but your ex doesn't own

the rights to troubled
and self-destructive.

Okay, why don't you tell him that?

You guys are good, right?

Some things are just not meant to be.

And how do you know when they are?

So you got any moves with this baby?

How's that? That too much?

No way.

- Are you okay?
- I don't know.

I saw this coffin

and I think someone's gonna die.

_

Hey, Manes.

Hey, I didn't expect you to meet me.

I wasn't exactly at war.

Look, there's, uh, something
I need to talk to you about.

It's kind of urgent.

How urgent?

Men have needs, you know?

And I've kind of been off at war, so...

Qué susto. You look like La Llorona.

I was up all night waging
a one-woman war

against corporate America.

Mm.

What's wrong?

Uh, nothing.

Today is my first day of art therapy.

What happened to the last therapist?

Talk therapy doesn't exactly
work for bipolar disorder

when you're covering up
an alien resurrection.

But that's not

why I'm calling. I'm actually
calling about Mom.

No.

She sent a package

with all of her plans from last year

to take down Jesse Manes.

This letter asking for forgiveness.

And...

... butyricol.

That's the drug she used to erase
Jenna Cameron's memory of her.

I'll deal with it when I'm home next.

Do you think by then you'll,
like, have a real couch?

I'm working on it.

This was your brain four months ago.

Notice your right temporal lobe?

The dark parts are growing.

Every vision steals a
little more from you.

If you don't put back on
your protective bracelet

- you could be...
- Unable to recognize faces?

Forgetting where I am,
and wandering like my mom?

Whoa, but there's a difference
between you and her.

You can stop this.

Okay, I came in and I got the scans

after my visions just like you said.

- Why are you fighting me on this?
- Because...

last night...

I saw a funeral.

Whatever you're here to ask me,

you already know it's a bad idea.

Why am I having these visions

if I'm not supposed to do
anything about them?

I don't know.

But I do know that
people die all the time.

It's gonna happen whether you know
who's in that coffin or not.

What I can keep from
ending poorly is your life.

Please...

reconsider the bracelet.

Do I have competition?

No.

It's my brother and Maria
making sure I got in okay.

And did you?

Get in okay?

Look, I did come to
meet you today to talk.

But we got caught up.

But it is important.

Have you ever heard of Deep Sky?

Remember, this is about learning to see.

Not just with your eyes,
but with your heart.

Don't push your traumas
away in your art.

Paint the pain that makes you powerful.

If you could just...

sign this form for court,

I'll be out of your hair.

Grab an easel, Mr. Long.

I'll sign that in four hours.

Look, guys like me get recruited

into Deep Sky all the time, Alex.

Next time lead with, "Babe,
I'm a cold-blooded mercenary".

I'm not a mercenary, okay?

I'm-I'm an archivist.

And to think I was going to tell
you I wanted to be exclusive.

I didn't have a choice
but to keep it from you.

At Deep Sky, secrecy is
the price of admission.

Then why are you risking telling me now?

They're gonna try to recruit you, Alex.

You think I would go AWOL?

- Join a group of paramilitary murderers?
- No.

But you might take
an honorable discharge

and join a group of innovators

who hold the secrets to the universe.

What kind of secrets? I mean...

We talking, like, Bigfoot?

No, Bigfoot isn't real.

JFK,

that little chamber
behind Mount Rushmore...

Aliens?

I only have A-level clearance.

You're being tapped for E.

Think of it like the Pentagon.

The deeper you go, the
more answers you find.

You're afraid I won't be able
to resist those answers?

If you go deep...

you'll be cut off from everyone.

And I don't want to lose you to them.

Look, I'm leaving Roswell
tonight on my book tour.

10:00 p.m. bus.

I really hope you'll come with me.

♪ So get bent. ♪

I love this song!

What, you're doing my job now?

Doesn't feel good, does it?

Funny story, actually.

The paramedics owed me a favor

and I used it on your stupid ass.

Because you haven't been coming
to any of your appointments.

Which I decided was your
own messed-up choice,

until Maria comes to me this morning

and said she had a vision of a funeral.

She doesn't know.

But I have a pretty good idea.

You're dying, Max.

Soon.

And it's time you tell the truth

because I'm not keeping
this secret anymore.

Well, I know that this is in
no way whatsoever a date,

but, uh, damn, Roswell.

Even I, future first Latina
to win a Noble Prize,

Elizabeth Christina Magdalene...

- Magdalene?
- Communion name. Ortecho...

Might need two prizes
to fit all those names.

... can shed my lab onesie and glasses

and come have a Chardonnay
and sushi with my cleaned-up,

but still slightly scruffy...

Well, got to keep it manly,
even in the labby.

... partner in crime.

To making something great together.

It's Margot.

Our patent was leaked.

Hey.

Where's your shock?

This was, like, eight
months of our lives,

and you're not exactly the
calm one here in the du...

What did you do, Roswell?

All right, Genoryx owns
your-your computer,

your phone, your apartment building

and your I.P., so if it's you,

you're toast.

Let's just say for, like,
one moment, that it's me.

- Oh.
- And... then what?

I have a buddy in the tech field.

He wants me to consult

on a DNA sequence for a security system.

If I agree, I bet that he could cook up

some sort of computer worm to maybe...

No. No, no, no. I don't
want you to call in

such a huge favor for me.

Well, good, because it's not for you.

I got into genetics

because my mother's
early-onset Alzheimer's

made me in an orphan when I was nine.

I've spent my entire adult life

trying to make her suffering worth it.

I can't lose this neurostudy.

Genoryx will not take away our grant

just because they lost some money.

That would be a publicity nightmare.

You're right, they can't.

But they can fire you, for cause...

... and me right along with you.

I can't approve your anger
management hours

if you didn't participate
in the therapy, Wyatt.

Sure I did. There's-there's my art.

That's not art.

It's a penis.

It's a cactus. See?

That's a flower right
there on that testicle.

Lady, it's not my fault
that I'm bad at art.

Art is gay.

Hey. You...

look just like...

Rosa Ortecho?

Yeah, I-I get that all the time.

I'm her cousin Rosalinda,
but I-I never met her.

I was really young when she died.

I've known the Ortecho
family my entire life

and there is no such
thing as a Rosalinda.

Okay,

well, then, go with
the logical explanation.

I'm her ghost. Boo.

What are you doing here, Max?

I can feel you're stressed.

Need me to adjust the pacemaker?

I want you to finish the cage.

And I don't need a mindscape

to tell you're lying about delaying it.

We have answers here we can't ignore.

We can, and we should.

'Cause what we have here is someone

our moms called the devil.

Safely locked away.

All our lives you've been
asking questions.

Uh... what happened
to that Michael Guerin?

What happened to the Max Evans

who covered up a murder
to keep our secret?

I was wrong to do that.

I was a scared 17-year-old kid.

But I can't afford to be scared anymore.

Maybe we should be scared.

According to Tripp's journals,
Jones stepped off a ship

and he ignited a war
between humans and aliens

with a flick of his wrist.

You don't want to finish the cage, fine.

I'll find another way to do it.

To what?

What, you're gonna build one yourself?

What has gotten into you?

I can feel it, too.

What are you keeping from us?

D-Did something happen?

When Jones touched you before
we threw him in the pod?

No, it's not, it's not that.

Well, it's something.

And if you don't come clean, I think Iz

should get inside his head,

play another round of truth

to get to the heart of the matter?

The heart is what's the matter.

No. No.

You're better.

Valenti did a transplant. It's better.

Yeah...

and my body's rejecting it.

My time is almost up.

I'm dying.

You've known for a year.

We-we could've had time to save you.

If I told you a year ago

you would've just
wasted that time again.

What are you talking about?

We didn't waste our time
last year. You're alive.

You didn't think that I was
strong enough to handle this.

No, I just wanted to leave
you with good memories.

Oh, and you thought
that's what we needed?

A year of tequila and skeet shooting

and then you're through?

I was trying to do right by you.

Both of you.

You know, it was the craziest thing.

My girlfriend dumped me,

I'm broker than I've ever been,

Alex took off, there was a
global pandemic, and yet,

I was happy.

Because this.

Because us three, because we were good.

And I was wrong.

- Well, there's still time for answers.
- Max, just don't!

We didn't deserve this.

You got to take a deep breath, buddy.

We still got to get to the third floor.

Hey, you know what? Remove
a plasid from a bacteria,

I'm your guy. I'm not Ethan Hunt.

I still have student loans.

It's America. Everyone
has student loans.

How are you so calm?

I'm always good when
it comes to the science.

In this instance, I'm fighting
for the chance to keep doing it.

Well, then, I suppose
you have some brilliant,

cutting-edge plan to get past this.

Actually, we're gonna hit the
yellow wire with 50,000 volts.

Okay.

You know what's weird?
I didn't realize that you were

- so familiar with electrical currents.
- I'm not.

I used to know somebody...

You know what? It's not important, so...

Ready?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Haven't seen you around here lately.

- Yeah.
- Oh, you know, Alex is back.

Did you, uh, come to invite
me to the wedding?

Had to go and make it
awkward, huh, DeLuca?

But no.

This is alien business.

I heard you had a funeral vision.

Came here to stop you

from throwing on your cape
and playing hero about it.

We're not having last
year's conversation

all over again, are we?

I didn't come here to
fall into old patterns.

It's Max in the coffin.

His body is rejecting Noah's heart.

Oh, my God, Michael.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I just came here to give
you some clarity, okay?

Um, before anyone gets hurt more.

- Okay. My hacker buddy rewrote the chip, so...
- Mm-hmm.

Dr. Margot Meyerson identified.

Testing resting heart rate.

What? What?

- No. Did we know about this test?
- No.

Fail. 71.

I-I mean, her resting heart rate
must be higher than yours.

Okay, let's test your ticker.

Resting heart rate

- outside range for Meyerson.
- Should I do some jumping jacks?

No, no, no. That's gonna
make it skyrocket.

Okay, so, then, I'm going to jail.

I think you like me.

What?

I think you thought that
a good bottle of wine

and a drive around the
hills would lead to a kiss.

76.

Oh, you do want to kiss me.

78. I mean, we're already
breaking the rules.

What's one more naughty thing

to just pile on top?

82. Resting heart rate success.

Ooh!

Welcome to the third
floor, Margot Meyerson.

After you, partner.

Cute.

I need to get a social circle

that can't unlock doors with their mind.

Well, fear not, Valenti.

Apparently, that circle
is rapidly shrinking.

He told you.

Can you mentally unlock the
top file cabinet, please?

What's on your mind?

- Treatment.
- What Liz,

Guerin, and I did with
duct tape and bubble gum

still needed Rosa and a small
miracle to get Evans upright.

If I thought there was an answer,

I'd personally drive Liz back here.

This is the part where you
pour me more tequila

and tell me there isn't.

Okay, just don't give me
any cheesy pamphlets to read.

I keep hoping Alex would
pop in with some...

alien glass piece that holds
a medical textbook on you.

But there is no you to study.

Worse, there's nobody from your planet

to ask about how you work.

I don't know.

How much time does he have?

In my case study of one...

not long.

Thank you...

for caring.

"Do no harm" is right on that door.

We all know you do far more than that.

Vitals are normal...

for Max.

His sutures are healing well.

Color is back in his
cheeks and fingertips.

His hands feel like his hands again.

Max, I know you can't hear me.

Or maybe it's different for you.

Can you feel me holding your hand?

All this with Max,

it really makes you wonder
what you would do

if you were on borrowed time.

Mm-hmm.

Do you ever wish you knew
more about your dad?

And potentially uncover
more half siblings?

No, thanks.

I, uh, I might have a chance

to find out more than my dad ever could.

Haven't we swiped enough alien bodies

from the morgue in one lifetime?

Look, if I take it, I have a feeling

I won't be having too many
more of these fireside chats.

With anyone.

What's your heart telling you?

To say no.

Put it all behind me,

ride off into the sunset
with a cute guy.

But cleaning up after Project
Shepherd this past year,

I cannot help but think that...

... if my family oversaw something
that went so wrong...

maybe there is someone out there
who could have gotten it right.

I just came back from a convention

in transplant medicine

where specialists
from all over the world

shared their experiences.

Yeah, listening to them talk, it...

reminded me what I used to love
so much about being a doctor.

What, the rush of discovery?

No, the camaraderie in
sharing those discoveries.

I can't tell you what choice to make.

But I can tell you that alone
is a lonely place to be.

♪ I wonder ♪

♪ Is there's anything
I'm going to miss... ♪

We're closed.

♪ How's it going to be when... ♪

I know who you are.

You're drunk.

And you're...

a liar!

♪ Between you and me... ♪

Rosalinda Ortecho doesn't exist.

And if it takes a second
autopsy to confirm it...

... so be it.

I know you, Rosa.

I'd know you anywhere.

The way you draw on your canvas shoes.

Third Eye Blind on the jukebox.
Your damn necklace.

There's something odd about you.

Wyatt, you're crazy.

If I'm so crazy, then
why are all these lights

going blinky-blinky in here, huh?

Oh, yeah!

It's just crazy Wyatt

acting crazy again!

My sister never should
have been near you.

Your drunk, illegal ass killed her.

No!

Never pegged you as a brew-and-book guy.

So, what did you have me pegged as?

Bourbon and a bad attitude.

Well...

you're half right.

So, what kind of girl are you?

The kind that sits...

and adds a boy's bourbon to her brew.

So you're...

absolutely certain?

Last 24 hours wiped from the drive.

Yeah. Well, hopefully they don't notice

that your Monday looks an
awful lot like my Monday.

Half an episode of The Floor Is Lava,

yacht rock memes and, uh...

oh, some mild BDSM porn.

- But only because...
- Okay, that's good, thank you.

You're welcome, Roswell.

I'm sorry I didn't consider
the repercussions

when I leaked the formula.

I know you probably could've sat back

and watched me get eaten alive, so...

Who was it that made
you so distrustful, Liz?

I'm not trying to ruin you.

All right? You're brilliant,

and there aren't enough people
like you on the planet, so...

You know, if you're gonna
go all mad scientist

and break the rules, just...

break 'em better.

Enough talking.

I want to make your heart race again.

Another round?

No more booze.

I am gonna need you awake

for at least a few hours.

One question.

If you're hoping this will
be more than one night...

No phone numbers. No breakfast.

No going fishing with my daddy
after church with my mom.

I get it.

Now, would you just...

_

Sorry, we're closed.

Of course I'm upset.

This is like Noah all over again.

We are covering up a murder.

Get off!

It's not Max.

Howdy, partner.

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