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I don't understand, Liz.

How did she even end up in a coma?

She's in there somewhere.
I'm gonna find her.

You don't just hear things.

Your ears are detecting

subatomic vibrational frequencies.

Jones must have found his sword

that Max buried in the desert

and is now using it to kill people

in order to charge himself back up.

Yeah, but why does he need the sword?

Max said, when he held the sword,

it made him feel charged and powerful.

Michael, don't! How are
you able to hold that thing?

- You're my...
- Hello, son.

I don't think Max is Max.

Because he's not.

He's Jones.

Where are you taking me?

March 11, 1969.

What are you talking about, Jones?

After a thorough read

of Tripp's journal
and files from Caulfield Prison,

I learned that an Oasian I sought

was locked up there long ago.

And on this day,

March 11, 1969,

your grandmother, Patricia,

met that alien

within those torturous walls.

I don't know how to call up that memory.

Which is why you're going to
relive every moment of her day

until she comes into possession

of a very important equation

on some alien glass.

I'm not helping you see...

It amuses me that you think you
have any control in the matter.

Do you think you ended up

in this diner by accident?

I put you here.

Because Patricia started
her day in that stool,

sipping this cup of coffee.

I'll hold the line.

My friends will come get me out,

and then we'll kick your alien ass...

Is this the same lot
that you put your faith in

to keep me from tearing into your mind?

Now, I may be in control,

but I'm hoping this endeavor
can be a cordial one.

Cordial. Right.

I'd rather go down swinging.

Seeing that piece of glass

is the most important thing to me

on this wretched planet.

So either walk Patricia's path

or I never let you wake up.

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This has to work.

Well, Michael's secured a work space,

and Isobel has used her persuasive wiles

to nab a few hard-to-acquire chemicals.

Good. Because the last cultures
I took from Maria showed

that Jones' invasive cells

are effectively consuming her.

Think sepsis then organ failure
then endocrine

then nervous system.

Meaning that her ability
to fight him off

- just slows to a crawl.
- Mm-hmm.

Even if modern medicine stumbled

upon something that could help,

a glowing handprint

spiderwebbing across her body... I mean,

it's gonna raise some eyebrows
we've been working hard

to keep unraised.

Yeah. And you can't exactly
perform alien science

under the nose of the hospital

or where Jones can find us.

Like I said,

this has to work.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Transfer papers? For a coma patient,

it's not something we typically rush.

Well, the military hospital
is strategizing her care

as we speak.

I can get Dr. Holden
on the phone if need be.

Jane Holden assigned the transfer?

I see that you've had
the pleasure of meeting her.

Never in person, but...

refusal to honor her requests

tends to make my week far from easy.

Well, seeing that you're now
in control of how the rest

of both of our weeks go,

I really hope you'll sign.

DeLuca is cleared for transfer.

Thank you, ma'am.

Saved us both a hell
of a tongue-lashing.

Where'd you find this place?

The owner is

a poker pal of Sanders.

He's a large animal vet
out on a call today.

You got all the bells
and whistles of a hospital

with none of the nosy staff.

All right, Ortecho,
you got it from here. I'm out.

Hey. Where you going?

Well, wherever Jones is,
the pod with his body is, too.

I'm going to get us some
leverage in this cosmic chess game.

You going after that sword, too?

Considering it makes him
pretty much unbeatable,

I think grabbing it could be
effective in saving Maria and Max.

No, that sounds crazy dangerous.

Luckily, both are my specialty.

Let me know when you got word on Maria.

I got this.

Don't have time for the dance.

- Well, I'm not here to debate.
- Mm.

I'm here to inform.

We are working together today.

And that means we're gonna be strategic.

And the best part is no one's
gonna do anything stupid.

And by "nobody," I mean you.

Mm. We're gonna work together?

Like the other day at the radio tower?

I know I was right
about Kyle and the dead bats,

but you said it was all nothing.

No offense, I can only handle
one liar at a time.

And today I got to take it
from my Daddy Dictator.

I joined Deep Sky.

You joined the evil group
after Cameron's sister.

Charlie never said that Deep
Sky was after her. My dad did.

And my dad hated Deep Sky
because it stood for everything

- that he didn't.
- Hmm.

Well, I'm glad you found
a way to fight your dad.

But I got to find a way to fight mine.

I joined Deep Sky for you, Michael.

This world where you don't live in fear

is not gonna build itself.

So I have to try.

For us.

I don't know what to say.

Well, you can start by saying

that if I help you find your father,

that we do it my way.

All tactical. Not emotional.

I plan the mission to extract Max's pod.

No sword.

You picked a hell of a time
for a grand gesture, Manes.

A Post-it Note on the fridge

telling me to take it easy.

Really?

I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just...

I can't get distracted today.

Okay? You can sit this one out.

No. Look, after I was talking
to Michael about my new powers,

I kind of went down this
rabbit hole and I found out

that everything in the entire world

has its own resonant frequency,
even cells.

No, I get that you want to help.

It's just there's nothing
to help with right now, okay?

Well, I could use your help.

Want to ride shotgun?

Great. I'm in.

- Uh, out.
- Uh, no, I'm in.

You made it very clear
that my brain has no place here.

And last time Maria was lost

in her own mind, I was able to find her.

So maybe I can actually help.

That is true. Here, hold this.

What is this,

more of your mom's weird,
mystical crystal crap?

Actually, it's, uh, weird,
mystical alien turquoise crap.

It's kind of a long story,
but, basically,

it boosts our abilities,
so hold on tight.

I'm guessing that's not good.

Her body temperature's dropped
two degrees in the last ten minutes.

Means we have less time than we thought.

Liz, how are we gonna know
when this bond is severed?

It's all new territory.

What happens if she dies
while we're inside?

If her brain stops functioning
and you're still attached,

evidence suggests
that you would die, too.

We'd better get going.

Maria.

Come on. Maria.

Oh.

Aw.

Aw.

I knew if I kept fighting,
you guys would come.

All right, here's the plan.

You're gonna pick an obscure memory.

We're gonna hunker down in it
until Liz finds a way to sever

the bond between you and Jones
and springs us out of here.

I don't want to hide.

I need to follow Patricia's
footsteps to Caulfield.

What is a Caulfield?

Try a max security prison
run by the Manes family

where they tortured and
experimented on innocent aliens.

And if that's not podcast-creepy enough,

their side project was
experimenting on people of color.

And the alien chemicals that they used

on my grandmother caused
the brain degeneration problems

that have now plagued the DeLuca line.

If Jones is so powerful,

why does he need you
to get what he wants?

Navigating memories
isn't an exact science.

He'd have to sort through, what,
four generations of thoughts,

all piled up, one on top of another.

It would be like browsing the
Web without a search engine.

- So I'm Google Maps for Diet Thanos.
- Which is probably why

he's drawing a straight line
to where he wants to go

from a place he's already figured out.

What does he want, exactly?

A piece of alien glass
with an equation on it.

- Equation.
- Mm-hmm.

Like for genetics, maybe?

Because Liz has been circling this...

scientific bond that Jones wants to cut.

Wait, so if Jones is
convinced that this alien glass

is the key to his salvation,

then maybe it's just what
we need to destroy him.

Forget running a memory maze
with Jones as the Minotaur.

I mean, riding with Patricia means

experiencing those memories,

watching her get experimented on.

Discovering who Patricia met on this day

and stopping a murderous psycho
of the present

outweighs any past trauma
I have to relive.

Well, one thing's for sure.

- You're not going into hell alone.
- Yeah.

The nanoblades
will now be combined with the...

newly modified alien serum
and infiltrate

the Jones-Maria cell cluster for a, uh,

cellular separation test.

If successful,
I will advance to treating the patient.

And if not,

the three women I love die.

Come on, come on. Do something.

Move.

Yes!

Now I just need to synthesize
a safe amount for a microdose

and inject it into Maria's IV.

Well, if they were
going for dystopian hellhole,

they really nailed it.

Someone's coming.

Oh, no, you don't have to do that.

It's, uh... This is a rerun.
It's not live TV.

It's like, uh...

It's like A Christmas Carol.

Okay, do you really
think sophomore-year me

read that book?

Think Dumbledore's Pensieve.

Okay, so we're just
observers of the memory.

- Other people can't see us.
- Mm-hmm.

Right. Well...

Now that we've got the Potter
rules of the mindscape,

what do we do?

We keep walking Patricia's path.

Find the alien she met this day.

And stay alert.

'Cause if we're observers here,
then Jones can be, too.

Are those the people of color
you were talking about?

Yep, and they have no idea

they're walking to their own demise.

Hey.

If I was looking for aliens,

I'd think restricted area.

Will you be joining us today, Patricia?

Remember, in the mindscape,
you appear as Patricia.

He probably recognizes you from that...

- phenomenal vintage getup.
- Oh.

I'll see you inside.

Okay, I say we skip the
torture of the underprivileged.

- What do you think?
- Agreed.

Let's try this way.

Will you be joining us today, Patricia?

This again? What is this, Jumanji?

I'll see you inside.

This is how memory works.

If we want to learn what Patricia did,

we have to follow in her footsteps,

experience the day like she did.

If Patricia can do it...

...so can I.

Here goes nothing.

No. No, no, no. No, no, no.

God.

The cells are fusing back together

and they're multiplying.

If the patient's temperature
drops any lower,

it'll lead to brain damage and...

eventual cardiac arrest.

Please tell me you remembered
to put fresh batteries

in the tracker you put on Max's Jeep.

Uh-huh. Jones must have found
and fried the tracker

I placed on his car.

Last point before it clicked off

was just after he headed in.

I'm tracking the camera system

that tracks wildlife,
weather and tourist stops

while writing a program
to capture Max's plate

to narrow down our hunt for Jones.

All right, based on this footage,

I'm gonna say that he is
either in the old barn

or the fish warehouse.

So, which is it?

Heads or fish tails?

Hey, Miss Patricia.

I thought I'd bring my wife this time.

Oh, Freddie's been coughing
real bad for months.

Wasn't until Doc came to our church,

told us the coughing's

due to the bad blood, that we signed up.

Okay, I'm not a doctor,

but "bad blood"?
That can't be a thing, right?

Best part is, it's free.

Patricia, what are you doing?

Get over here.

What are you waiting for?

You can administer
the first shot to Freddie.

Oh, my God.

This can't be true.

Patricia wasn't the victim
of these experiments.

She was a facilitator of them.

She doesn't have to do this.

Yeah. She does.

If we want to find out
what happens next.

Oh, God.

Got to find a way to
raise Maria's temperature.

Okay. Perdón, amigo.

I got to commandeer your kicks.

Okay.

Stabilized your vitals.

Now I just got to figure
out a way to save your life.

Hey.

Oh, geez.

I thought you were Jones.

Do you think he's close?

Yeah.

I can feel him.

You know, as someone who has gone...

Queen's Gambit with this guy,

I can't help but feel like there's
something we are missing here.

Why he wants that glass.

I don't know.

There are monsters in every shadow

waiting to prey on the weak.

It's beyond atrocious

that Caulfield existed
in the first place.

But I've got to believe
that monsters can be killed.

Yeah.

Sometimes they win.

I mean, what Maria is doing in there

is... so brave.

What is the line between
brave and reckless?

Maybe it would be better
if we were hiding.

Except that everything you hide from

catches up to you eventually.

I mean, look, if Maria wanted to run,

of course I would understand.

But...

I'm so glad she chose to fight.

You know, I didn't know that

that ten-year pod soak
came with a Yoda setting.

It's my N.A. theories. They help, but...

still, I have what Father Linus
calls situational strength.

What's that?

It means that I'm strong
depending on who

or what I'm facing.

Like this morning with Liz, I just...

reverted right back to old patterns,

telling myself
that she's the sure-footed one

- and I'm the screwup.
- Yeah.

Well, our dragons tend to be personal.

That's what makes them our dragons.

In N.A., they say
that we tend to make them bigger

than they are. But...

I don't know. I just want Liz
to see me as an equal.

You know, Rosa,

I don't think that's
your hurdle to get over.

I think the same is true for you.

Don't let Jones carve your path.

I mean...

this mindscape stuff,
it's always been your jam.

Oh.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Oh, and thank you for prepping
all those vials, Patricia.

We treated a record number of volunteers

this week thanks to your commitment

to the project.

Everything I thought I knew
about Patricia was a lie.

I thought we were good people,

and now I don't know who we are.

Who I am.

Listen, it's not too late to turn back.

- There's no shame in that.
- Look,

I think we have
to see this through. I do.

I literally wouldn't be here
if some people hadn't turned

- the page, so...
- You're right.

This is bigger than me or Patricia.

Patricia, it's time.

I got you ten minutes with the
prisoner, just like we planned.

Room B, sublevel 2. But be quick.

Doc finds you, you're on your own.

Thank you.

You can thank me
with ten silver crosses,

just like we planned.

Maybe this is it.

This is the person that Patricia
was supposed to meet today.

So we're doing this?

We're doing it.

I've tried every chemical combo
I can think of,

and nothing is working.

The infection is spreading,
and we have so little time!

It's...

When I left last year, you asked
me if I was leaving or running.

And I told you the first,
because I was too afraid

to admit the second.

I've been listening to Kyle.

But I realized, like, I don't...

just run from things.

I run to them,

like...

the sheer velocity of my running
can will something into being.

And it works enough of the time
to let me keep lying to myself.

And now everyone I love is gonna die

because I lie to myself
that being the smartest person

in the room can be enough.

Sorry. Sorry.

Probably did not feel good on the ears.

Sound moved... you.

Sounds move things.

Sounds...

are vibrations.

Sound is making Jones' cells vibrate.

Damn, Rosa.

You were onto something.

It's Nora.

Michael's mom?

Still can't get over how
much I see Louise in your eyes.

Did the doctors have you tied up
doing their work for them again?

Y-You could say that. Yeah.

I know you want to save
as many as you can,

but if you keep swapping out
test serum with placebos,

they will find out and catch you.

I knew your grandma was Team Badass.

I understand. My kind are
being experimented on, too.

But thanks to you, I'm one step closer.

You followed the schematics
exactly to make the machine?

Good. As soon as the final piece is in,

I need you to smuggle
the machine back out.

I'm ready for the final piece.

If only it were mine to give.

One of my kind, Theo,

he has critical information
for the device.

Theo was the scientist that
Jones forced to make clones.

He's the third member of my triad.

Together, we stole Jones'
genetics to make a clone.

He's the only one left
to continue his reign.

Which caused a problem with the boy

that still needs to be mended.

You mean genetically.
What was the problem with Max?

The-the child?

They must not have discussed it.

Great. More Jumanji.

The science to fix this,

to end this fight, to save our home

is in Theo's mind.

You must find him.

Give him the Oasian glass.

What Oasian glass?

The men here hurt me
until I made some. It's blank.

But when Theo's done with it,

it'll be the final piece needed

for the machine to be activated
to make contact.

Y-You mean contact with
the other Oasians, like a...

telephone?

In a way, but also...

so much more.

Just because we have
Jones contained for now

doesn't erase the threat.

This information can never
make it into his hands.

I won't let you down.

Plan's solid.

But let's say

an unforeseen opportunity
presented itself.

Stay the course.

If things go sideways,
we leave empty-handed, but...

- at least we'll have our lives.
- Yeah.

Just a suggestion for an alt, though...

No. This is where you
need to stay on mission.

The pod is the number one priority.

Okay.

Whatever else you're thinking
right now, just forget about it.

It's your choices in the moment
of truth that matter.

Sorry.

I don't mean to step on
your... MacArthur moment,

but even he knew the value
of a contingency plan.

- That's all I'm trying...
- Hey.

In Iraq,

there was this...

little boy named Omar.

We would trade eggs for chocolate bars.

And he, uh...

he would act out scenes
from any James Bond movie.

He was this piece of...

normalcy for me in the maelstrom.

This one day,

I was gonna surprise him
with a stack of chocolates

and some black market Bond DVDs.

Then I saw his body on the corner.

The corner where we would always talk.

The only crime he ever committed
was being my friend.

So when a mission came up to, uh...

to take out the Taliban captain
who was responsible,

my buddy and I jumped on it.

I killed him.

But, in the moment of truth,

I deemed that that wasn't enough.

My buddy wanted to fall back.

I convinced him to...

push further into their lair.

We did not stay on mission.

We got completely overwhelmed.

And I caught a-a bullet
where my leg used to be.

Next day I found out that the SEALs

had a plan to go wipe them all out.

But, because of me,
they had scattered away.

I let my emotions cloud my judgment.

I lost a piece of me,
in many ways, on that mission.

You're... You are the one piece

that I cannot go through life without.

Treatment objective is to generate

the right sound frequency
to separate Jones' cells

from Maria.

The parameters of the
desired frequency are narrow.

If the frequency is too high or too low,

it could rupture and kill both cells,

causing a chain reaction,

killing Maria
and everybody inside her mind.

Okay.

This is why I am conducting a test

using cells I scraped from
the handprint on Maria's head

left by Jones.

Okay.

It's working.

Rosa? Hey, you okay?

What-what do you hear?

If you guys can't hear it, there
must be something happening

with the frequency outside
of Maria's body.

My gosh, I bet Liz is doing
something to try to help.

- Oh. I got to go help her.
- No, Rosa,

- we need you here.
- No, you don't.

This is your mind palace, Iz.
Remember that.

I'll see you on the outside.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What happened? Are you okay?

Well...

here's to no more twists
on our way to meet Theo.

Oh, my God. Theo's dead.

Uh, you were saying about
there being no more twists?

Did you call me?

No, but I am, so glad you're here.

Okay, the ultrasound machine
that you were hearing...

Your line of thinking
earlier, it was right.

I'm sorry that I shut you down.

It's... alien water
under the alien bridge.

Need a lab assistant?

Actually, I need you
to be my lab equipment.

It's a line of questions.

Theo was being tortured,

and he didn't talk.

Well, with his stoic silence,

he didn't exactly tell us what
to do with this glass, either.

All right, let me see this.

There's no swirling symbols on it.

Usually, when I touch
the glass that Michael has,

it-it lights up.

It starts to shimmer and move.

So you're saying this one is...

- empty?
- I don't know.

Michael always says
that alien glass is part tech

and part genetics.

Do you remember
at the county fair last year,

when Max touched that console, he-he got

information about Jones.

Theo has a symbol on his head.

It looks like the one
that was on Michael's glass.

What if this interacts

because it holds information,
like a thumb drive?

So if the ideas in his head
made it onto the glass,

- maybe...
- Yeah.

♪ I don't want to set the world ♪

♪ On fire... ♪

Okay. You were right

about vibrations and resonant
frequency being the answer.

- No way. Shut up.
- Okay. So, because of what you said,

I thought about this study that I read

where sound waves were used on tumors.

Then I found this research explaining

how sound frequency
can break plaque bonds

in Alzheimer's patients.

Impressive. But in terms of Maria...

I have MacGyver'd an ultrasound
machine to be more powerful.

But I'm not able to measure frequency.

It's sort of like souping up a hot rod

and then driving it
without a speedometer.

So you need my subatomic
vibrational frequency

- to be your speedometer?
- Yes.

I need you to listen to
the resonant frequency

of the alien cells in Jones' DNA

and tell me when they match

- with the ultrasound machine.
- And then what?

I could chalkboard out
the science, but, essentially,

we're gonna try to break Jones' cells

like an opera singer does a glass.

Without accidentally shattering
Maria's cells.

Right. Who says science isn't exciting?

I think it's finished.

It is.

I knew I felt you lurking
in the shadows.

Why wait to pounce?

You could've taken the glass
when Nora gave it to me.

No. He couldn't.

He's just as bound up in
Patricia's memories as we are.

In order to find what he wanted,

he had to let you walk in her footsteps.

You needed my eyes to see.

Well, I knew you couldn't resist
the urge to walk the path

of your grandmother.

Her sense of honor

would be your siren song.

All I had to do was tell you
how important that was to me

and let your ill-fated
good nature do the rest.

Besides,

why fight

when I can just stroll
up and see all this?

Why is this science so important to you?

What does it have to do with Max?

Back on our home world,
there were a lot of Maxes.

The model you have shouldn't even exist.

Which makes him all the more a miracle.

Unlike the others,

he's more than just a vessel for me.

It is...

It's a little tight,

but, uh...

they definitely saved the best for last.

You said the Dictator was immortal.

You've been jumping into
clones' bodies to stay alive.

Until your mother's triad
slaughtered all of them

and destroyed the science
I needed to generate more.

But...

soon, such hurdles
will all be a moot point.

Keep the glass, Maria.

I got Jones.

Want to play mind games? Let's go!

Time to get back to that equation.

I don't think so.

What happened?

Is it not strong enough?

- I tried to make it more...
- No. It's on steroids.

Are you kidding? You crushed it.

I'd say it's maybe
an octave and a half off.

Lower.

It's hard for me to be able to
keep up to, process and Gauge it

at the same time. I wish we had...

Isobel's turquoise.

She uses it to boost her powers.
We can use it now to...

- Amplify your super hearing.
- Yes.

- It'll make you more precise.
- Here. Okay.

Push it closer slowly, and
I'll tell you when to stop.

Patricia. I found out

you've been swapping
the experimental drug

for placebos!

We know

about what you've been doing

with Nora and the machine as well.

You are gonna pay,
for the damage you've done.

I'm gonna fix you up

with a nice, potent double dose.

We'll observe you closely

and see what data in the name
of science we can gain,

considering how much data you cost us.

You have a lot to learn.

Where are you going?!

You can't...

stop their plan,

Dr. Lockhart.

Well, the truth is, Patricia,

I already have.

Slow and steady, sis.

So this is what
you've been hiding from me

all these months.

Do you really think this can stop me?

Oh.

Stopping you was never the plan.

What happens if I turn it on?

So, then the battle was for...

Time.

Which, by the looks of things,

you're out of.

- Whew! Kept to the plan!
- All right, let's celebrate

- at the bottom of the mountain, Guerin.
- Oh, yeah.

Come on.

Okay, I'm open to that contingency plan.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Good, good.

Let us go!

Might as well shoot Max in that
pod if you want to hurt me.

What are you talking about?

When I healed Max's body,

we traded places.

So now Max is in my body,

and I'm in his.

Though it's all the same, really.

Our cells are psychically linked.

You have your mother to thank,
for that, actually.

You're lying!

Am I?

Do you have the strength to find out?

Just put the gun down.

Hear the whole story
from your father's mouth.

Get in! Let's go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

We needed this win, hermana.

Yes, we did.

And I needed a lesson that you
were kind enough to teach me.

I've seen how much you've
grown in your recovery.

I let my ego and
narrow-mindedness get in the way

of considering all options.

And the only reason that Maria
is alive is because of you.

Hmm.

You know, I think
we make a pretty good team.

And as I learn about...

myself and all this...

I'm really gonna need you.

I've actually had some dreams
percolating lately.

But...

I think, for now,
we should just hug it out

and go celebrate with Maria.

We doing shots or what, guys?

- Heck yes!
- Hey.

Hey. Mmm.

- Mmm, mmm.
- I'm on the slow train today,

but I can sip on another beer.

We are glad to have you back, DeLuca.

Move it.

You're not the only one
who wants to welcome

- our heroine home.
- Hey.

We all knew
that you were fighting in there.

Mm. Thankfully, I was
not fighting alone.

I had my sisters with me.

And Patricia.

And your mom, Guerin.

I didn't get a lot of time with her,

but, from what I saw, she was a genius.

And a fighter.

Patricia and Nora were
working on a machine together,

till they were caught by some
creepy doctor named Lockhart.

A machine?

Yeah.

Well, what does it do?

I can't get over Maria's story.

My mom's part in it all.
She was magnificent.

Mm. What was it Maria said,
that she was a genius?

- And a fighter?
- Yeah. Mm.

Maybe, uh, Nora is the block that
you're a chip off of, and not Jones.

Hmm.

Maybe she is.

I just can't believe I've
been spending my whole life...

...trying to find a way to call aliens,

and my mom already built one.

I've seen it, actually.

The Lockhart Machine.

Now I know why it's named that.

At Deep Sky?

Which means, despite
how much you want to...

...you can't show it to me.

Well, you know what, I'm
gonna talk to my boss Eduardo

about working on it together.

I completely get...

the literal definition of an alien

might not get clearance to
tap it with a screwdriver.

I got to admit, I'm
surprised to hear you say that.

One mission at a time, right?

You know what, though? If it, uh...

if it makes all the suffering
from the crash in '47 worth it

and it helps Max in the process,

then I will tell you everything
that I know about it.

Okay.

I'm looking forward to it.

Okay.

But I'm confused, though.

What is the mission
you're working on right now?

We come from badass stock, babe.

Clearly.

Thank you.

That's what family does.

Okay. For real,

this man has been a saint,

and you should take that call.

Hello, Gregory Manes.

- Hey, girl.
- Hey.

I brought you a little, um...

Châteauneuf-du-Pape

to go with that science.

I'm okay.

My brain is, like, racing

and stuck at the same time.

The signs were all there.

Jones's interest in severing
his connection with Max.

Cloning. Frequency.

We have a lot of work to do.

Mm-hmm.

But... thanks to what we learned
in the mindscape,

we also know exactly where to start.

So I say just take
a breath for a second.

- Mm-hmm.
- Because that pod is hidden, right?

So what if you give
that big brain of yours

just a little bit of a break

before you start again?

Can I force one on you?

Because I, for one,
would like to recognize...

Just how happy I am...

...that you are back
in Roswell for good.

Okay, a moment.

'Cause I'm glad, too.

All right.

- I'm gonna drink this wine.
- Mm.

I'm gonna hug Maria
DeLuca till it hurts.

Yes.

And then I'm gonna do what I always do.

Save Max Evans.