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we traded places.

If we can swap them
into their rightful bodies

and sever the psychic tether,

we can both save Max

and be free to kill Jones.

You want to know
about the Lockhart Machine.

You want to call someone.

No, you want to call some thing.

Shall we take a vote on who dies
if Liz doesn't mend my genetics?

This compound will keep Max
and Jones apart for good.

Right on schedule.

Give me what I want...

If only you'd made that choice
the first time around.

Liz?

Liz?!

Kyle.

Oh, God.

Oh. Oh.

Okay, well, why don't
we start with the obvious?

Why did Liz give Jones
the only leverage that we had?

We always had
to inject one of the subjects

to separate Max and Jones.

Heath is off running algorithms

right now, and all of
them say that it'll take

nine hours for the proteins
in Jones's cells

to fully detangle themselves
from Max's DNA.

Then we can kill him?

It's not that simple.

Testing shows that the process

of the DNA bonding
will start again.

So then we, what,
stick him again?

No. With Jones's evolved
genetics, it's almost certain

that his body will recognize
the serum as a threat,

and learn to fight it.

So you are saying
that you started a fight

we have to end today.

Otherwise, Max is
super-villain glued to Jones.

I have a plan for that.

Max and Jones will
fully separate.

And at that point, I'm going
to inject Jones with ligands.

Uh, biomolecules that'll attach
to the protein receptors

and will keep the DNA
from reconnecting.

Put it this way.

The cells are water.

The ligands are a wall of oil.

And then we can kill Jones
without killing Max?

Yeah, but first,
we have to find him.

I mean, he was clinging

onto that Lockhart Machine

like it was a life raft.

Clearly, he has a plan for it.

Alex thinks he wants
to make a call with it.

He wants to make a call?
Who-Who's he gonna call? E.T.?

It doesn't matter.

We can use it
to gain an advantage over him.

We know the Lockhart Machine
can send a signal out.

Right?

Well, Eduardo and Alex are
working on a way

to send a signal to it.

Okay, uh, how-how
do they do that?

With another one.

Just like how the Valenti radios
are walkie-talkies of sorts.

That same principle of
broadcasting could be used

through the radio towers
in Roswell.

To find Jones.

Better than that.

The same way that the info
was shoved into Dallas's head

with a burst of frequency.

We can essentially
shove Max and Jones

back into their old bodies.

And-And Liz's salad
dressing shot--

that's our only chance
to kill one clone

without killing the other.

Okay, so, while you guys live in
the land of fingers-crossed,

I'm gonna go rebuild
the only thing

that we actually know
has ever defeated Jones--

my mother's sword.

That's good she came back
from comatose, but, um...

...90 minutes is
really, really troubling.

Thank you, Doctor.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah, it's just an angry vendor.

What's in the bag?

Well, apparently, Liz's science
gave us a ticking clock

which now means that we have
to defeat Jones today.

Which means we have to somehow

Humpty-Dumpty this thing
back together again.

I think that the question
of fighting Jones

has already been asked
and answered in the form

of two dozen broken pieces.

Are you saying that I'm weak?

What I'm saying is
that maybe your strength

has absolutely nothing
to do with this weapon.

No, no. Liz and Michael
have all these ideas

about how to stop him,
but everything except this sword

is theoretical,
so, we just have to...

Are you bleeding from your nose?

What?

Isobel, when was the last time
you slept?

I don't know, Maria. It's
probably been, like, two days.

But once the sword is intact,

it holds energy,

so I'll be able to draw off that

and just keep going.

As a descendant of Louise's,

I can help Rosa
rebuild the sword.

You need to rest.

So, we'll work up some ideas.

You go take a nap.

Now. Right now.

Uh, I gave Heath a break while
the computer analyzes our data.

And so, the head
in the hand is exhaustion?

I'm afraid I'm gonna lose Max

just as I finally
found him again.

You have every right to be
freaked out about saving Max.

I do, but not to
retreat to the lab

when I should've
spoken to him

about everything
that's unfolding.

Kyle,
our track record is garbage

when we're not on the same page.

Are we in this game or not?

The solution I built
to block Max and Jones's

DNA from coming back
together-- it's working.

But the ligand molecules-- they
aren't generating fast enough

to prevent Jones
from retethering.

Once we get this compound
into Jones,

we're gonna have seconds,
not hours, to kill him,

without killing Max.

So we need to find a faster way
to release this in Jones's body?

Yeah.

I need to ask you
about what happens

when the serum
and the science fail.

I am here
to beg you

to do what I may not be
strong enough to do.

Kill me to stop Jones.

We agreed Kamikaze Max
isn't on the table.

No, Liz and Isobel
didn't want to hear it.

We have a plan to kill him.

And he's had a plan since 1947

to fix his genetics
and get off this rock.

We can't let him

go start cloning himself again.

And I am just afraid that
when-when things turn bad,

I'm gonna look at Liz,

and I'm not gonna be ready
to walk away.

Grow up, Max!

Look, I'm trying
to be pragmatic, man.

No, you're not.
You're trying to run.

So what are you so afraid
to say out loud to Liz? Hmm?

Because you're
beating yourself

before Jones even
has the chance.

You tell Alex all your fears?

You know, are you walking
into this battle

with your eyes wide open?

No, I'm not.
I came here

to mine turquoise
I already have enough of.

Maybe today is your last day,
Max.

Maybe it's mine, too.

But if that's true,

we can't walk away
from the tough conversations

with the people who love us.

How is he?

Considering
his whole belief system

was put in a blender and, uh,

he nearly died from a
shattered, glowing sword,

I'd say surprisingly good.

And you? How are you doing?

Because you went
right back to work

after being mentally dangled
hundreds of feet in the air.

Yeah, well, like you,
I tend to find comfort

in the science
when things get too loud.

But I do have to tell you,

while I was hanging there,

there was really only one thing
I could think about.

I never got a chance
to say I'm sorry

for what I was a part
of at Max's house,

for Maria's coma, or

trusting Jones
and somehow making things worse.

Man, this is better
than watching

a soap opera.

Oh. There he is.

What can I get
you? Some, uh,

water, ice cream, Bible?

Music.

You know, something that can
get the blood flowing.

You know?

Whoa.

Oh, please tell me you've got
that breakthrough look.

Ah. Ha-ha. Hey.

Wow. That was, uh,

quite the advanced
medical technique.
Yeah.

Uh, Liz has got, uh,
Morissette and Malbec,

and my mom has Shania and Soda
when she's stuck on a case.

More importantly,
I thought of something

that could help rapidly
surge your ligands

through Jones's system.

What? Line dancing?
Adrenaline.

Exactly. It cycles through the
entire body in seven seconds.

That'll ensure that your
genetic wall will quickly

go up between Jones and Max,
and then you can kill him.

Hmm. You do naps
a lot different than I do.

I really need to remember
to turn off "Find My Friends."

You really need to remember
to trust your friends.

I can't right now, Rosa.

My mother-- she was pregnant,
and she took a stand.

She wasn't some damsel
in distress.

She was a...
A bad-ass alien warrior.
I know.

I don't need this
from you right now.

The hard truth?

Look, just like any addict,

it doesn't matter
how many times

that love ones tell them
that there's a problem.

You have to admit it...

Fine. You want the hard truth?

Everything in my life
is falling apart right now,

and I can't control it.

I would love to hold your hand
through this, Isobel,

but I can't do it for you.

Nobody can.

You want
to honor the mindfulness

that Anatsa taught you
with archery?

I suggest that you take the need
to be your mom

and shoot it away from you.

Think about your life,
Isobel, actually.

Who you want to be
away from all this noise.

Fire at that.

Don't stop
until you hit the bull's-eye.

How'd you find me?

You tell me how you plan
to leave the planet,

I'll tell you
how I caught up to you.

You can't shoot me.

This is the body they hope
to put Max back into.

But I'm not here to destroy you.

I'm here to destroy that.

You know I can bend bullets.

Can you do it
five times in a row?

Would you like the
bad news first,

or the bad news first?

Liz's tapes told us that

you have a pear-shaped organ
right under your ribs

that produces alien adrenaline.

Oh, yeah.

Now I can't sedate you

for risk of changing
any chemical composition

in your body and
altering what we need.

Oh, great. And the good news?

Well, just that, uh,

this is probably
going to hurt like hell.

Okay, you need
to calm down, Max.

This is the only ultrasound
monitor we have. You fry this,

and our chances of killing Jones
fritzes out, too.

Please.Okay. Yeah.

Oh.I'll do it.

Oh, thank God.

I, um...

I wanted
to tell you this morning, but

I am scared of hurting you.

Of dragging you further
into my mess.

I mean, you deserve greatness,
you deserve happiness.

I don't understand why

we keep ending up
at these damn crossroads.

Hey.

You remember
when we listened to that song

on my Walkman in the playground

when we were kids?You said

that was the first time you ever
felt connected to this world.

And I never told you,
but I feel so lucky

I got to give you that.

You remember the song?

I can never.

Oh. I know... I know
it's in my head somewhere.

I just can't... I can never
think of the name of it.

Uh, it pops in when I'm, like,
in the shower or on a run,

then pops right back out. I...

All I really remember
is your eyes.

They made me feel calm.

Keep looking in 'em.

I mean, we could both use
a little bit of calm right now.

I didn't realize it
at the playground, but

you quiet all the noise,

all the science that's always
rattling around in my head.

And no matter how noisy
today is gonna get,

I have to lean
on what you always do for me.

You let it
all slip away

and let you and me just be
the only people in Roswell.

It's gonna be all okay...

I used to think it
had to be a choice--

you or the science.

And then, I finally figured out
it's you and the science.

And if we do it
together, Max Evans,

then I think everything
you fear most in this world--

it could be the thing
that saves it.

♪ I'll be there...

Hey.

I think
we're making some progress.

Mm. I really thought alien stuff
would be more exciting.

I got lost this
year on my, uh,

quest to be a
"woman as warrior."

And I told myself
that in order to be strong,

I had to do everything on
my own terms, lone wolf style.

It's just 'cause
I was afraid.

I don't, uh, have the easiest
time letting people in.

And today, I realized that

it's a cage,

and I'm trapped
behind these walls

that I built to protect myself.

And I don't want
to be a lone wolf.

I want to be...
I want to be part of the pack.

Can we hug you now?

Oh. Thank you.

This sword was owned
by Theo, Louise and Nora.

I think that's why
it shattered in your hand.

Yes, you were able
to hold it,

but it doesn't necessarily
represent you or your power.

But remember,
Jones told you

there were two ways
that aliens could draw strength.

Through their triad,
essentially their chosen family,

and through
their generation line,

meaning their literal family.

That's what we have here--
you, me

and the alien
we descended from.

Okay, I get
that Michael made that bracelet

from the flower that blossomed
from my mother's grave,

but doesn't that inhibit
our power?

Yes, the yellow pollen does,
but Jones told Liz

that these purple petals here--

these are like
alien building blocks.

Maria, I'm not comfortable
with destroying that bracelet.

It's the one thing
that's keeping your brain

from turning into oatmeal.

I got a call today that my mom's
condition is worsening.

You're my family,

not some funny lineage
that we joke about.

You care about me like a sister.

And I care about you
like one, too.

So I'm going
to help you bring down Jones.

And then, with the science
that Liz gets

from studying
his dead intergalactic ass...

You mend me today,
I mend you tomorrow.

That's the definition of family.

Where we at?

Well, the specs of this radio
now match that

of the Lockhart Machine.

I just have to, uh,
make some alien glass

out of all the turquoise
you said you had to mine,

but I found a bunch
in a drawer here, so...

I'm not gonna lie to you.

I'm sort of freaked out.

Are you afraid
this isn't gonna work?

I'm afraid we're only getting
the start of something.

You know, we never even went
on a real first date.

We never walked down
Main Street holding hands.

I need you to know,

if this goes bad tomorrow...

...I lo...

No. Don't say those words.

We are going to
win this, okay?

Winning is what worries me.

What? Can-Can you explain that?

What if I have
to kill my own father?

You gonna love me then?

Am I still gonna love myself?

That self-loathing
is what caused this mess

between us for 15 years.

What's winning gonna do?

Is it gonna set us right back
to square one?

Are we gonna be able to survive
that war again if it does?

No. Listen to me.

We are not who we were in high
school, let alone a year ago.

We already defeated
one monstrous father,

and we will do it again.

Liz's serum to permanently
sever Max from Jones is ready.

I'll finish the wiring
at the meet spot.

You go to Deep Sky

and get us controls
of some radio towers, huh?

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Huh. I can't believe it worked.

[laughing]
Oh, my gosh.

So you're sure this is gonna
swap me and Jones?

Uh... 92% sure.

Uh, what about the other
eight percent?

Blind faith.

But I am technically a genius.

Hey. So how are we
on the timetable to kill Jones?

Uh, we can inject him
with ligands

that'll keep you two apart
in 22 minutes and nine seconds.

Okay. Maybe a kiss for luck?

I will kiss you when you're back
in your own body, Max Evans.

Okay.

Of course
you are behind this, Elizabeth.

Impressive.

You've managed
to swap our bodies

and mute my abilities
all at once.

And since you don't have
your pointy glow stick,

we've turned you
into just your normal,

pain-in-the-ass galactic bully.

I'm not caught.

I think
I'll just have a better view

while I wait
for my plan to unfold.

What are you talking about?

I saw your plan to kill me

in Eduardo's head.

What could possibly be
so amusing?

No. I'm just thinking about Max

when he realizes
where he ended up.

Okay.Oh.

Hey, no, no, no.
No, stay with me. Stay with me.

Stay with me.

You're okay. You're okay.
You're okay.

I-I'm good?

Okay, Max is on his way to Alex

with the Lockhart Machine.

He was able to save Eduardo
in the nick of time.

Can't keep a good Valenti down.

What a sad lot.

I have an opportunity.

Who wants to make a deal?

When I get out
of these restraints--

and I will get out--

whoever helps me survives.

You keep trying to divide us,
but we stand together.

Then you'll fall together.

You'll fail while you assemble
this shoddy device.

I mean, this radio is
as poorly constructed

as the Lockhart Machine.

You're wondering
if I turned it on.

Then undo my restraints
and jump into my head, son.

You'll see that
I called a vessel

and those ready to navigate
once they reawaken.

I think you're bluffing.

Maybe once I'm gone,
you'll figure out how I escaped.

Maybe you talk too much.

have you figured out the mistake
my son made yet, Rosa?

No?

Okay. Then I'll conserve
my energy until the fun begins.

So why are we drawing my blood?

I thought...
I thought we had a time frame

for, uh, when my DNA
is decoupled from Jones.

Given we've got only
one shot at this,

we need everything
to be exact.

Which is why I'm
sure, genetically,

our clock is on track.

You have any idea

what our unwanted party guest
was referring to?

This is my fifth rodeo,
but still don't know everything.

Oh.

Aah.

Are you okay?
What do you hear?

Uh, it sounds...

loud and s... squeaky.

Squeaky? Like bats?

The Valenti radio uses infrared,

which can mess
with the bats' echolocation.

Show me where the serum is.

Oh, Isobel, it's me.
What? What?

Iz, it's me. It's me. It's me.
What?

I was with Kyle.
Please, we got to...

we got to swap me back.

I'm gonna need that device.

I really don't want
to fight you,

but I definitely can't give you
that alien box.

I guess I'll kill you then.

Oh, today is not my day.

Evans?
Aah.

Is that really you?

Yes! Damn it, Kyle, it's me!

You will never be
as powerful as your old man.

Yeah, but he's got a pretty
clever circle of friends.

[car approaching]

Listen, Guerin,
we have 47 seconds

until Jones can use this serum.

And the woman I love
has the thing

we need to end it.

It's time
you hold my metaphorical beer.

Well, Elizabeth, I told you I'd
get you to untangle me from Max.

You will be.
On my terms.

And then we're gonna kill you.

Theoretically,
he can control water.

I have a fire
extinguisher in the car.

What?!
I'm a registered EMT.

Valenti, go get it!

Isobel!

Your body will still be mine.

Michael, are you okay?

No way in hell
you win today.

How do we tell
which one is Max?
I'm Max.

Of course you'd say that.
I can prove it.

The secret ingredient
to Space jam.

It's kumquat rinds.

Liz, it's me.
Look in my eyes.

There's too much fear
coming off all of us.

I can't get a read
on their auras.

What about you, Rosa?

Can you get a frequency?

Uh, they're standing
too close together

for me to make it out.

Maria? You got Big Bob on you?

Yup.

I'll get it.

That-that's a bad idea, Liz.

No, it's a good one.

I trust you, Liz.

What was
our first lab experiment

in high school biology class?

Uh, dissecting a salamander?

You nicknamed him "Sammy."

Yeah, you laughed at me 'cause

I couldn't make the first cut.

When's the first time
you were in my bedroom?

I've never been there.

I was... I was gonna go once,
but I got nervous,

and I blew up
the milkshake machine.

Oh, I was just afraid
of your dad,

so I made up an excuse,
and I left.

What song was playing
on my Walkman

at the playground
the day we met?

"Sledgehammer."

Peter Gabriel.

That's it.

That's the song.

I knew you'd show yourself.

No, no, no. Liz.

What?

You said that song
is somewhere in your head,

but all you can remember
are my eyes.

Yeah.

Michael, don't let
him jump back in.

Please tell me you know there
is only one "L" in "Michael"

for the hero of your
next secret novel.

All right. Thank you
for letting me know.

I, uh... I got this for you.

No.
Brother!

Please tell me we are not
all getting a sappy letter.

Yeah, let's stop
looking backwards.

We, uh... No.

This is my secret
acetone margarita recipe.

Mm.

At last! Yes! Mmm.

Thank you.

So maybe

while you mix up
the next pitcher...
Okay.

...we can discuss
what to do with Jones' body?

Mm-hmm.
Ah. You want to give it
to Liz, don't you?

Yeah, I do, but I...

I think it's something we should
discuss. No more secrets.

And there's someone
who should also have a vote.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Yeah, Heath had
a very long confessional.

How is, uh,
Liz's Work Max doing?

He's all right.

You know, he's got a lot
of soul-searching to do,

but nothing a few mai tais

or a long look on
the mirror can't fix.

Mm.

Well, it's not a mai tai.

Mmm.
Okay.

Try this.

Okay. Thank you.

I'm so thirsty.
Thank you.
Mmm.

Mmm.
ISOBEL: Mmm.

That's different,
but it's good, though.

It's 'cause
it's got acetone in it.

What?!

We have a lot
to share with you.

Hey.

Hey.

Arturo said you would be here.

Oh. What is this?

You know I don't like surprises.

Mm, Rosa doesn't.

Maybe Rosalinda does.

I asked our new
clandestine uncle

for a favor.

You are officially

Rosalinda Ortecho,
who, I might add,

is actually going on a trip
to New York for a few months.

I thought you would be
a little less dour.

No, no, no.
I'm sorry. I'm-I'm...

I'm all fireworks
on the inside. I just,

um... I...

I just got this flash of worry.

You know, like...

like,
what if I ruin this life, too?

I read on a mural
somewhere that...

cracks are where
the light gets in.

Mmm.

This is for you.

And this is for me.

Mmm. Ooh.

Okay, so where's Alex?

He is finishing up some analysis
on the Lockhart Machine.

So, um, did E.T. phone home?

Alex said that the, uh, glass
inside the machine was fried,

so, it doesn't appear so.

That's good.Yeah.

'Cause the way Jones was
talking, it sounded like

there was a whole lot of stuff
that we didn't know about.

What do you think?

I think...

Alex texted me
to meet him in an hour

for our first actual date.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, so I think
I'm gonna leave the mysteries

of the universe on hold
for the night.

I'm happy for you, bro.

♪ Yours was just
a loser's game... ♪

Oh! Hi.

Hey.

What did I do to deserve that?

Uh, there are a lot of reasons.

Mm?
Was thinking I could
work through them

alphabetically on
the dance floor.

Ooh, I would love to,

but I've got to make some drinks
for table seven.

Hey, you know what?
You guys go.

I'm a DeLuca.
This is my birthright.

Okay, don't push your luck...
but thank you.

Go dance.

I won't be soon to forget...

Let's get out of here.

Where do you want to go?

To the ocean.

When you texted me,

"I want to try something
we've never done before,"

I did not think we would end
up in front of Papa Manes.

Clouds so softly

We beat him.

I know.

We're closed!

I always wanted to say that.

Actually never got a chance

to say thank you
for saving my life.

Yeah, that's a big one. Um,
I gave our girl the night off.

Oh. Well, then, um...

You want me to stay?

I can help you clean up.

Um, actually, it's kind of
cathartic me time.

I mean, you know
what they say.

Mend the bar, mend the mind.

Yeah. Yeah, I understand.

Um, well, I guess
this is good night.

You know what, Valenti?

♪ I felt like getting high...

Want a dance?

'Cause, um, I didn't really get
to celebrate at all today.

I want to just
blow off some steam.

Uh, yeah, um...

I mean, there's no pressure.
Just a dance.

Hey.

Hey. Oh. Oh. Mmm.

Oh.

Mmm.

What was that for?

Just got a job offer to head up
my own column at the Dailen

with reprints in
Albuquerque Journal.

Oh. That's amazing.

I'm so proud of you.
Thank you.

That's great news.
[laughs]
It's great. That's great news.

And that's great tequila. You
guys should... should celebrate.

I'll grab another
for Maria.

Why don't you stay, Valenti?
Have a drink with us.

Celebrate.
Yeah.

Uh... perhaps another time.

Oh, my God.

What are you doing?

I've never been in here.

So I'm just enjoying seeing
another layer of you.

I won't be soon...

I know I can be
a little slow sometimes,

but this doesn't seem
like the ocean.

Well...

this'll have to do

until we get to
the actual one.

To forget...

But I am certain, Max Evans,

that we will get there.

First, I need you to do
something very important for me.

Anything.

I need you
to lock the door with your mind.

Come on, come on now, child

I won't be soon

To forget.

Allie? Señora Allie?

I have a woman
here to see you.

I believe she's one of the
sky people that you talk about

when you drink
too much mescal.

What's her name?

She keeps repeating one...

Liz Ortecho?

Liz Ortecho was a student
of mine.

How the hell do you know
who Liz Ortecho is?