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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Hello, my son. There is a chance
that someone will come for you.

He will be looking for my equation,

which is being embedded into
your consciousness as we speak.

The equation is the framework

for the chemical weapon that
will decouple the dictator

from all his vessels permanently.

I got a bit more from my father

in terms of a way to stop the dictator.

He told me that if we can't separate
the clone from his destiny,

the responsibility falls
to me to kill him.

Whoever gets the science first

controls whose body Max stays in.

If he solves this equation
before Michael

is able to get it out of the machine,

then Jones'll be able to stay
in your body permanently.

It makes sense he'd go
after your lab partner

and try to make a deal...

the next best thing to you,
especially with all your research.

You need Max's body.

You want to be more than
just a guest inside of it!

Maybe you're not as smart as you think.

I'm as smart as you are confident.

There aren't a lot of alien scientists.

You're gonna need me.

Jones.

Freeze!

The four of us are going for a drive.

Good morning.

What do you want, Jones?

Your help.

I would appreciate it if
you would hear me out

while weighing the benefits
of a collaboration.

You mean you're gonna hurt me

until I do what you want.

Quite the contrary.

I'd like to invite you to brunch.

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I trust you're smart enough

to have followed Liz's
instructions precisely.

Look, I did the best I could,

but if you would just
let me talk to her...

She's currently predisposed.

Well, I'm not doing anything else,

- unless you prove to me that she's...
- Relax.

She's in no danger.
I really should get back.

My advice: give it your all.

You have no way to escape,

no way to contact the outside world.

Your best chance of
survival is to impress me.

You want to be impressed,

give me Liz's alien spores.

Reading her notes,

frequency will untether you,
but for the procedure to stick,

we need to permanently block
the bond between you and Max.

Essentially, your DNA is built
to want to stay connected.

But Liz had a theory about
those spores being used

to regenerate lost
brain tissue in Maria.

Now, I'm betting that the same approach

can be augmented to trick the
body into bonding with itself,

satisfying your DNA's craving

to puzzle-piece to Max's and vice-versa.

Which brings me to the next
speed bump we need to discuss.

What do you perceive is a problem?

Not having the complete
chemical equation

to lay out exactly how
to create this block

- between you two.
- You have enough to start.

It's hours' worth of work,

- sure...
- Then you'll get the rest of it.

You made it perfectly clear
that my performance is key to...

breathing.

So I'm just trying to
do this right for you.

You are smart enough

to know what happens if you
deviate from our agreement.

Pretty sure I can guess.

Testing. Testing.

Take that, shop class.

I'm so glad you could join me.

You said Heath would lose
a finger if I didn't.

To be fair, he does have nine others.

Please.

Sit.

I find it hard to believe
you're not hungry.

I'm more concerned with Sheriff Taylor.

You made her put a bullet in her leg,

and I am concerned that she's bled out.

She hasn't. In fact, I've given
her some of the same meal

that I've prepared for you
that I think you would enjoy.

If you want me to eat so badly,

why don't you just jump
in my head and make me?

In fact, why don't you
just take from my head

whatever science it is you need

that you're clearly gonna
try to force me to do?

The truth is I need access to
that which I can't control.

Your creativity.

It is that creativity I've come
to believe that, together,

we could use to save not one world...

but two.

Now, I know you're upset
about the whole Max thing,

and if you would just hear me out,

I think you'd realize that
we can save him, too.

We can end all this fighting today.

And I think that is something
worth discussing.

Really dropped some White
Album level twists on me here.

Trying to figure out how
you and this whole...

alien thing fit together.

I need some help, though.

A clue, a sign, anything.

I don't need a whole flood,
just a gust of wind.

Just push me in the right
direction, Lord, please.

Mysterious phone call.

Received.

Tell them what you told me.

Heath covertly built this CB transmitter

during some science project
Jones is forcing him to do.

He used it to send a coded
message to this camp counselor

we used to have at Mesa Pines.

He's deep in the ham/CB
scene. Don't ask.

So the camp counselor called me,

and I cracked the message,
and it said this:

Liz, the sheriff and Heath...
they're all being held captive

at some mansion on Eagle Ridge Drive.

Wait a second, I know this house.

I, uh, hosted a charity fundraiser
here a few years ago.

The main entrance is here,

and there are side
entrances here and here.

Great. So if we approach
the house from this side,

then we'll have a little bit of cover,

and we got a good angle
on both those doors.

You're not planning on going
into the house, are you?

- I'm a cop.
- With a dictator doppelgänger.

You heard the rest of the
newbie alien's message.

Heath is planning on tweaking
the genetics on the sly

and swapping you and evil you back.

- She always this direct?
- Yes.

Look, just because I'm not sugarcoating

it doesn't make me wrong.

Which means, if you come with us...

You could wind up my nightmare
dad at any moment.

Great.

I will hang out on the bench.

You can sulk in the honeycomb cage.

Look, if Liz's ex-lab
partner is successful,

then we get you back and Jones
locked away all in one swoop.

So while I twiddle my thumbs in a cage,

y'all still have to figure out
how to outsmart Jones.

You know, Michael, I've been thinking.

Maybe, as his son,

you have an ability that
could help even the odds.

What are you getting at, Iz?

Maybe you jump into the sheriff's head

and get her to free them all.

Besides registering a
ten on the creepy scale,

no, I can't do that.

I got his brown eyes,

- but body snatching is recessive.
- Okay,

what about your mom's sword?

- Did you find it?
- Not exactly,

but I did go on an exploratory
drive the other day,

and I picked up a frequency,

that it was a lot like yours
near the Long Farm.

With that sword, your mom was able
to stand her ground against Jones.

We need to get our hands on that weapon.

Agreed. And I been thinking, since
we can't bring the cage with us...

Right, 'cause I'll be sitting in it.

... I could fashion a pair of handcuffs.

They could be used to
disable Jones' abilities.

That's good.

I guess that leaves me to go secure Max.

And then I'll hightail back here

and keep transcribing the, uh, equation

Daddy dropped in my head.

Considering it's the
only thing keeping, uh,

Max and Diet Max tethered.

Yeah.

We got to keep you as far
away from Jones as possible.

I've had a lot of time
to think about my path.

My missteps.

And I've come to realize that
this body must be my last.

You mean Max's.

Stay with me here.

I believe we can significantly advance

your existing research into
the manipulation of telomeres.

That is the part of Max's DNA

that I believe Nora targeted

in order to graft his
life force onto mine.

My work is still theoretical.

I have scientific knowledge
of an advanced alien society

that you could never even dream of.

And once our collaboration is complete,

I will leave this planet, peacefully.

You can use that research to save Max,

and, at the end of the day,

do something good for this world.

Or you could give Max his body back

and, as a bonus, I will amend
your body's genetics.

This skin suit is the
best leverage I have.

And I believe advancing your
science by at least a century

is a fair trade.

I have no reason to trust you.

The truth isn't always pretty.

But at the end of the
day, it is the truth.

See, I think you and I are more
alike than you want to believe.

You're also an up-and-coming
Latino scientist from Roswell?

By the time I was born,

my planet's future was bleak.

It was dying. It needed healing.

So I decided to do what no one
else had the strength to do.

I made the tough choice
that people like us

are strong enough to make.

I became its savior.

How does one... go about
saving a whole planet, exactly?

Well, as I'm sure you've realized,

being extraordinary comes at a cost.

It is our burden to
make the hard choices,

the ones that save the most lives
while causing the least suffering.

Making these decisions
requires something rare.

It requires... vision

and the knowledge that...

suffering can never
be avoided completely.

What did you do?

I realized... that there
was no fixing our world.

If we wanted to have a future...

we had to start anew.

I'd say Jones is a psychopath,

but that would be a huge understatement.

Do you have any idea what
he's really capable of?

I do. A crazy alien machine

just dumped my dead dad's
memories in my head, okay?

I'm not saying the guy was
handing out free ice cream.

What I am saying: we got to
give Heath's plan a chance.

Do you seriously trust Heath
to take on the monster

that's always three steps ahead of us?

You know, sometimes hope
blossoms out of darkness.

How can you be so calm right now?

Didn't your dad just give
you a highlight reel

of the hell that Jones caused...

I'm not gonna lie, Dep,
the whole thing spun me

like one of my 45 vinyls.

Every time around, I got more questions.

Who am I? You know,
what do I believe now?

I've been praying for guidance.

So you revert to faith.

I'll stick to facts.

Okay, you may have gotten
a glimpse of what Jones is,

but I am living it.

He's wearing my face,
wearing my uniform,

luring people in to hurt them.

And now, if I'm the
other side of this coin,

doesn't that implicitly make
me my brother's keeper?

What are you getting at?

The science that your dad helped create.

It says that if I die,

- Jones dies, too, right?
- Yeah.

I don't want to, but it's
got to be a sin to not act

when I know I could
save millions of lives,

or, at the very least, make sure
the people I love are safe.

Uh...

Yeah.

Yeah, you know, honestly,

my dad thought that that
might be the only option.

That's why he tasked me
with a difficult choice.

And what's that?

I wasn't talking to God about my faith.

I was praying on how my dad
entrusted me to kill you,

if need be, to save two worlds.

Anything?

It's faint, and it's not exactly
the same as your sound, but...

there's something
coming from over there.

Hey, are you sure you're
comfortable with this?

I know the Hat-Longs
aren't exactly friends

- with the Ortech-coys.
- No, I'm fine.

Rosa?

What are you keeping from me?

Nothing. I'm just trying not
to step on any cow pies.

Did you know that I have this
new ability where I can...

- sense someone's emotions?
- Stop.

Okay, you did not tell me that
you got mood ring powers.

Well, I've been a little busy

- with an alien overlord.
- Mm-hmm.

But seriously, what's with the
conflicting vibes, Rosalinda?

Rosalinda might have accidentally
buetiricalled Wyatt Long

and made him forget his racism,

along with all the rest of
who he knew himself to be.

What?! You didn't tell me
that you melted Long's brain?

I was busy with the same alien overlord.

That's a fair point. But still.

Look, Wyatt and I have kind of
been hanging out, like... a lot.

Please tell me you're not
going all West Side Story

- with this kid.
- No!

Look, my point is that...
at first I was curious to see

if it would all come
rushing back, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- And then...

I was curious if he could change.

Like, really change.

And I thought if he could,
then I could, too.

He did it, Isobel.

He grew. He found a
way to leave Roswell.

Boo!

Oh, my God.

We have got to stop meeting like this.

You're awfully quiet.

You lit a planet on fire.

What about that makes me
want to partner up with you?

You really are brilliant.

So brilliant...

- Mm.
- ... in fact, that I often forget

how little you actually
know about our abilities.

See, they're not just skills.

They're who we are.

Fire is a part of my destiny.

See, it doesn't just
destroy for no reason.

Fire destroys to create.

From the fall of oppressors
and the ignorant came hope.

How did that help you?

The yellow pollen from that
flower... it inhibits your abilities.

True. But the purple
petals from that flower

contain the equivalent of stem cells,

which can be used to cultivate
all number of resources.

You are judging the
choices that I've made,

but a part of you understands
why I made them.

You want me to do a bad
thing to do a good thing.

You want me to work
with you to save Max.

There's a line in every person's heart

that tells them how far
they're willing to go

for what they believe in.

I am simply reminding
you where yours is.

So, you're sitting on a rock

asking God if you should kill me?

I was sitting on a rock

and things got big...

and complicated.

I thought about morality,
then faith, and...

You know, am I a vessel for the
actions of the Almighty Father,

or my alien one?

Then I got a call from
this old counselor

that I used to have at Mesa Pines,

and he reminded me of a lesson

that I learned a long time ago.

They taught us that these knives

represent that there's
always another path.

You just got to find the right one.

Your dad entrusted you with an action.

I'm giving you permission
to take that action.

The thing is, though...

... I don't think I'm here to kill you.

I think I'm here

'cause God wants me to keep you alive.

Um, I didn't realize
you were back in town.

Yeah, I was working with
one those nonprofit outfits

building low-income housing.

Trying not to be a dickhead, for once.

But my dad's retiring,
and he wanted me back

for this whole thing, and...

Wait, what are you guys doing here?

It's a bit of Evans
family intrigue, really.

It's sort of a forbidden love story.

- No.
- Yeah, upstairs, downstairs,

- a West Side Story kind of vibe.
- Well, no, not really.

There's a artifact buried
somewhere on this farm.

- Yes, that's true.
- Oh. Oh.

Yeah. That makes no sense.

But I'm picking up a "you
don't want me to know

so I shouldn't even ask" sort of vibe.

Look, I owe you,

Rosalinda, so-so if you
need help, I'll help.

If you could get your
family to clear out,

you would be making a huge dent

in your karmic debt... to me, at least.

Well, that's easy... I'll just
tell them I saw a coyote.

One of them got in the
chickens last week,

and between all of them,
they got about seven shotguns

and one hell of a grudge.

According to a flood of memories
that I got from the Spielberg prop,

Jones figured out that he had
cracked the code on cloning.

You know, my dad thought that
he could repopulate their world

from the animals and
plants that were dying off.

But Jones came to him,

asked him if he could
make clones of him.

But my dad said no.

Next thing he knew,

Jones showed up when my mom got sick.

Said, "I'll offer to heal her if
you fire up your cloning tech."

But still, my dad said no,
refused to cross that line.

Next memory that I have,
it's of a five-year-old boy.

With a blade under his neck.

Jones used me as leverage
against my dad to force his hand.

And that's how the clones got made.

It took years for my dad, Nora
and Louise to plan a rebellion.

They stole Jones' DNA and they made you.

You know, once you got old enough,
you became their Trojan horse.

They were able to
alter your genetic code

so that it couldn't be cloned.

And because they built you to
be tethered to the dictator,

Jones had his DNA
altered in the process.

But didn't he have a whole
cache of clones to draw from?

He did, until Nora destroyed
his entire clone supply.

Making me both his undoing...

and the only way to keep him alive.

You're right, everyone has a line.

You're asking me to cross mine, so...

I'd like to see you at
least approach one, too.

And what are you getting at, Elizabeth?

If you're not gonna negotiate
swapping back into your body...

what about you and the sheriff?

Fix her gunshot wound and let her go.

Now we're getting somewhere.

If you're a little piece in this,
then I'm front and center in this.

I mean, by your dad's own admission,

- I was built to die.
- No.

No, man. Look, yes,

the rebels... they built
you as a tool of war.

But eventually,

they realized that you
were... so much more.

So much more than the lifeless
vessels that Jones had made.

They thought, because you had his DNA,

that you'd start to develop
some of his traits.

You didn't. You were nothing like him.

Now we're talking nature versus nurture?

What we're talking about is hope.

You came to symbolize the future
that they were fighting for.

That if you, a person with great power,

a person with the same powers as Jones,

could act differently...

you, born to be made just like him...

if you could change, then
their whole world could, too.

If they had just killed
me when I was a child,

none of this would have happened.

Dallas, there's no way to know that.

One thing changes everything.

Haven't you seen Butterfly Effect?

Look, I can promise you this one thing.

If they had killed you as
a kid, an innocent child,

that kind of horror, it changes you.

It breaks you. If they had killed you,

those rebels, they would have
lost a piece of their souls.

And the same thing right now.

If you decide that we can't defeat Jones

without losing you in the process,

you're gonna take a piece

and you're gonna rob
them of that same hope.

So what do we do?

Frequency X marks the spot.

How does it feel?

Like there's an army standing behind me.

What happened?

Where am I?

Sheriff, you just... you
had a little bit of a scare.

But you're all better now.

I think I'm just gonna go home
and never think about this again.

That sounds like an excellent idea.

Okay.

So... do we have a deal?

Put the cuffs on me.

This is weird.

Well, don't make it weird.

I have to test them.

- Nothing's happening?
- That's the point.

They inhibit alien powers.

Take them off me now, please.

- You know, I've been meaning to ask you this.
- Mm-hmm?

If your dad's, uh, like,
the alien Voldemort,

how come you haven't gone
all Harry Potter yet?

Ooh, you're a Potter fan, now?

Yeah, I guess you sort of
resemble Mad-Eye Moody.

Your dad's one of the most
powerful beings who's ever lived,

which means you're capable
of a hell of a lot more

than opening beer bottles

- with your mind.
- Mm.

So, what happened to
the training montage?

Or did I just miss that
part of the movie?

Ta-da!

Impressive, for a third
grade talent show.

Why are you holding back?

Do you have any idea
what you're capable of?

Have you ever even tried to find out?

Maybe I don't want to find out.

- Why the hell not?
- Because I don't want to be like him!

What makes you think you could be?

Summer after high school.

After what happened to Rosa,

I got into it with a
redneck at the Pony.

His guys, they step in to break
it up, and next thing you know,

I'm in his head.

I made him step in front
of his buddy's ride.

The truck hit him, sent him flying,
knocking him unconscious

against the coyote fence.

And I nearly killed him.

Your other sky folk know about this?

Given that Iz was literally abused

by the guy with the same power? No.

I haven't figured out the
right number of margaritas

to tell her that I am just like the guy

who nearly destroyed her life.

Can't she step inside
somebody's mind, too?

Iz can nudge someone

and go in a direction
that they want to go.

I'm talking about taking over.

Turning strangers into puppets

that lose their free will.

If that doesn't define darkness,
I don't know what does.

What a load of crap.

There ain't no darkness in you, kid.

You ain't nothing but a pair
of sad puppy dog eyes

- in a cowboy hat.
- Mm-hmm.

Now, like it or not, I've been
your one-eyed Miyagi

for most of your life,

which is why I try so hard
to keep you grounded,

not to give you too many compliments.

- What part of that was a compliment?
- I'm getting there.

You ain't nothing like your dad, kid.

You got a lot of your
mama in you, though,

and she didn't shy away from her power.

She used it to fight for a better world,

and you will, too.

Once you get your head out of your rear.

Now, you go,

and you kick your father's ass.

Is that gonna burn a hole
right through the bag?

No. It feels like it...

deactivates when I tell it to.

Weird. Cool.

Okay, now what?

Now I go and hope this sword
makes us strong enough

to set Liz and company free.

What am I supposed to do,
just go back to the Crashdown

and eat my weight in U-F-doughs?

It's not the time for the cavalry.

Rosa, now that I finally have my sword,

I can show Jones what
I'm really capable of.

Okay, just make sure that that sense
of strength doesn't do you in.

Don't... underestimate me, okay?

No, I'm not. It's just,
you've been fighting so hard

for the last year to be
taken seriously, Isobel,

and that kind of thing leaves a mark.

Okay, trust me. I know.

If I can see how bad you want
to prove yourself, so can Jones.

And you know he's gonna try
to use that against you.

He's gonna trick you and
bait you into self-sabotage.

It's a little move I like to
call the Helena Ortecho.

Just... don't fall for it.

What are you afraid of sabotaging?

Are you mood-rocking me again?

I can kind of tell that something's up.

You are clutching that envelope
like it's a death row pardon.

Uh-uh, uh-uh, we don't
have time for that, okay?

Just go save my sister.

And be careful, for me.

I will.

Does the machine work?

To separate my DNA from Max's?

That'll suffice.

Thank you.

And what... is this?

Well, you... heavily implied that...

to remain breathing
I had to impress you.

I took a shot at keeping
your cells divided

once they were separated.

You deviated from my instructions.

Now...

I can't help but wonder if you were
searching for a way to kill me.

That would be very dumb, Heath,
so tell me, how dumb are you?

He's not dumb, he's scared, and
he always cracks under pressure.

If you want me to help you, then
back off and let me help you.

As far as I can tell, you're
running out of options.

And if we fail, you fail.

And Max Evans fails.

What are you saying, that
our interests are aligned?

I'll take your deal.

I'll leave you to it.

Tell me you didn't use the alien
spores to make that solution

I'm assuming you were cooking
up to swap Max and Jones back.

Uh...

no, I hadn't got to that component yet.

Okay, good. We're gonna
use it to end this

once and for all.

Put your hands up. You're under arrest.

Okay, Sheriff, Dallas has
nothing to do with this.

Help me. I'm being controlled.

Wait, Sheriff.

Hey, Max, it's not her.

She's praying for help.

Jones.

Well, that's a nice trick.

You'll never shoot me.

I'm just an innocent human.

You'll never shoot me, either.

I die, you die.

True.

I got to say, I cannot wait
to be untethered from you.

And it's only a matter of time now, too.

But this isn't about us.

This is about Dallas and Heath.

What about Heath?

I'm thinking of killing him,

since I'm pretty sure
I caught him cooking up

some sort of scientific sabotage,

which, needless to say, I destroyed.

So you want to make a deal, then,

for the science that's in my head.

You come with me, I don't kill Heath.

Don't do it, man.

There's got to be another way.

This is the other way.

Okay.

I've got a knife in my pocket.

Just gonna place it on the ground here.

Otherwise, I'm unarmed.

Now, be a good genetic copy

and stay out of my way.

_

Michael.

Change of plans.

What deal did you just make, Roswell?

Jones said if we used our
research into telomeres

to help extend his life,
I could use that same science

to save Max, and he would
leave Earth peacefully.

Now, if only murder and mayhem
weren't his life's purpose.

Jones argued that I
should look at this world

the way that he looked at his.

I mean, he tried to convince me

that pain is a necessary
component of doing good.

And old me... she might
have entertained that idea.

But that is not me anymore.

The science he's asking for...

it might be the only way to save Max.

So... what is that, exactly?

In Jones' hubris, he let something slip.

When an alien dies,

a flower grows from their
decomposed genetics.

So we're going to the
interplanetary florist?

We don't have to.

We have the spores from Noah's remains

you had me collect
from my burnt-out lab.

So you're saying that you're
holding a... pre-flower?

Mm-hmm.

Which we can essentially
make into stem cells.

To create the genetics that
will block off the connection

between Max and Jones.

Michael's mom... she brilliantly
linked Max and Jones

and then reverse-engineered Max's DNA

so that neither could be cloned again.

And now Jones is trying to
bribe me to undo that work

so he could start cloning himself again.

I know you're gonna get us out of this.

Is that iron nitrate?

What do you say we blow this joint?

Aren't you supposed to be
shooting coyotes right now?

Turns out I don't feel much
like shooting things these days.

Being home just...

reminds me of all the ways
I've screwed up my life.

And other people's.

But my dad, he's... he's on my case.

He wants me to come back to the farm.

This weekend was like
a redneck intervention.

And every time I try to explain to him

why it is that I can't do it right now,

he just, he insists that all
that stuff I did in the past

wasn't that big of a deal.

I-I just feel like nobody gets it.

I do.

Trying to figure out who you are

in a town that'll only ever
see you as a distant memory.

I've been thinking about leaving, too.

To go to art school.

I didn't tell my family.

I was going to, but, I mean,
there's no point now.

They need me way too
much. I can't leave.

Is that the envelope in your hands?

Yeah.

Why don't you just mail it in

and then decide what
you want to do later?

We can go to the box in town square,

- drop it off right away.
- I-I don't...

I don't know if I can do that. I mean...

my family has a history of not
being able to escape this town.

And also, I mean, what if the Tanner
kids cherry-bomb the mailbox?

They've done three already this week.

So we'll go to the post office direct.

I know, but what if they don't like it,

and then it's proof that
I should just... stay put?

Listen...

I'm not exactly the curator

at the Guggenheim,
but I've seen your art,

and I don't think anybody
couldn't see it's awesome.

It's a part of you.

And if some school can't see that,

then you'll go to a different one
that does, where you can explore

who you really are.

You taught me that.

So, does that mean that
you're turning down your dad?

He wants me to run the farm...

which is why I'm leaving.

Right now.

I'm gonna mail this for you

when I get back to Colorado.

Guarantees I go, and also keeps it safe

from the Tanner kids' cherry bombs.

Okay.

Thank you.

You, uh... you changed my life.

I'm curious to see what future
versions of us might be like...

if our paths cross again.

Goodbye, Wyatt.

Bye, Rosalinda.

Great. So, uh, as if Jones
weren't bad enough,

now he has a mind-controlled accomplice.

All right, I'll handle the sheriff,

so we can get Liz, Dallas
and Heath out of there.

No.

I will handle her.

I think I can push
Jones out of her head.

Because I have the same power
as Jones and Noah, yes.

You guys horrified?

No, Michael.

Because you could never be like them.

Besides, if you can get Jones out
of the sheriff's head, I mean...

We might all live through this.

Yeah.

You go handle the sheriff.

You get the hostages.

I'll distract Jones.

Hmm.

What could go wrong?

Start writing.

So, what do you want,
Bible verses or Tupac lyrics?

I mean, I'm... You know, you're
gonna have to be a bit more specific.

Aah. Ha-ha-ha!

Ah.

You know, my whole childhood,
I've wondered why,

why no one understood me,

why I spent my whole childhood
feeling so damn alone.

Now...

I'm finally meeting the
answer to all those whys.

Give me the equation, or I take
away another person you love.

You're forgetting one thing, Jones.

And what's that?

I'm a religious man.

So what, your God is gonna
come down and save you?

I have faith someone
from the sky just might.

Here's to you, Walter White.

Start writing that
chemical equation out.

- What is this?
- Mind-snatching via Jones.

Oh. That's great.
Can he throw fire, too?

And I'm in a 1950s 3D nightmare.

Sheriff Taylor.

You don't want to do this. Okay?

Try and fight it.

The voice in my head says the opposite.

It's telling me not to let
Dallas leave at any cost.

Hey, Jones.

This has to stop.

Well, I see you found
your mother's sword.

That doesn't mean you
know how to use it.

I guess we're about to find out.

Oof.

Got a Jones mini-boss here, Mikey.

I was told to motivate you if pressed.

You don't have to do this.
Give me your hand.

I will yank you away from
this galactic ass-clown.

I can't. I'm stuck.

If you don't fight this,

I'm gonna have to jump into your body.

Try to push your mind free.

Turn the tides.

You're not bad.

You're not the fighter your mother was.

Even she couldn't stop me.

No, no, no.

There's a car waiting outside.

Okay, who knows how
much blood she's lost...

get her medical attention.

Yeah. I-I got something
I need to do here.

I should have killed your mother
when I had a chance!

Oh, you won't hurt me...
because you'd never hurt Max.

But I would.

You're bluffing.

Sacrificing one person to save the rest?

Kind of one of the founding
principles of modern Christianity.

Well, what are you waiting for?

I want you to beg.

That's what you said
to my father, isn't it?

The night that you almost killed me.

Bet you didn't realize he
gave me that memory, too.

Imagine... the kind of man

who could slit a child's throat.

And then you made him beg you not to.

Well, now you get your chance to beg.

So go ahead, ask me for mercy...

and I'll decide if you
deserve it or not.

Well, everyone seems a little tense,

so... this might help.

Who would like to do the honors?

Once you have these cuffs on me,
we can all just take a breath.

Now that you've brought me
Max and the equation keeper,

the scientist to fix our genetics,

we have so much to discuss

about our collaboration to save my life.

There will be no collaboration.

I was hoping to do this over
champagne and pleasantries,

but if you would prefer
a hostile negotiation...

well, I'm happy to oblige.

You locked us in your mind?

So...

let's try this again... shall we?

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