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Roswell, New Mexico...

Whoever gets the science first

controls
whose body Max stays in.

Then I'll keep transcribing

the equation
that he dropped on my head.

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

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

Hey, Jones!

I was hoping to do this
over champagne and pleasantries.

But if you would prefer
a hostile negotiation,

I'm happy to oblige.

Let's try this again, shall we?

Anyone for a cornichon?

What is this place?

This is the mindscape.

It's a room that only
he has a key to.

But Jones can just pull
all of us into it?

And in here,
he has complete control over us.

Little home-field advantage.

And why else, Isobel?

We can't lie in here.

Okay, look, can someone please
tell me how screwed are we?

Well, that depends
on what you do next.

I'm in charge here, but you all
have some value as pawns.

So, shall we take a vote

on who dies
if Liz doesn't mend my genetics,

or shall I just pick at random?

♪

♪

Liz, could you please
call me back?

This is the third voice mail
that I've left you.

Also, you might want to change
that voice mail, too. It's...

Not again.

I understand
you've trained for a year.

I've been honing my abilities
for decades.

My genetics are far superior--
something you could have

benefited from
if you had just taken my deal.

What deal is he talking about,
Liz?

Don't fall for it.

He's trying to pit us
against each other.

He's trying
to heighten our emotions

to get inside
our heads.

He wants to learn our secrets

and use 'em against us.

Speaking of secrets,

what is it
that you're hiding, Elizabeth?

Is it the powerful sedative
Heath concocted

and slipped into your dress
when Max wasn't looking?

You're so convinced

of your own genius that

you've decided

you can have your cake
and eat it, too.

That's why my deal still
rattles around in your head.

And all your so-called friends
are worried that you will

give me what I want
in exchange for greatness.

Maybe Helena Ortecho's words
are finally sinking in.

You are too extraordinary

to play house
with a guüeritocop.

And Isobel, speaking of mothers,

I'm glad your mom is dead

so she doesn't have to see what
a disappointment you've become.

And you.

It's barely even worth my
time going into your head.

It's boring in there.

Without the sparks,
you're nothing.

But I'm not the only one
who thinks that.

Okay, is there
any way that I can skip

the rest of this awkward
family reunion?

Family?

These people barely see you
as a friend.

You're the cosmic MacGuffin
to them.

They just want the equation
that's in your head.

That's not true, Dallas.

I have heard way worse
in Reddit threads.

So go ahead, Jones.

You're never gonna break me

because not only did
my dad give me this equation

that I know you need so bad.

He also gave me the memories
of all the times

that he had the courage
to stand up to you.

Hmm.

Yes, Theo was bold.

Look where that got him.

And you.

Hey, what's with
the Sergio Leone looks?

I think the big, bad,
cosmic wolf is having trouble

blowing my mind down.

Interesting.

Whatever you're after,
it seems super important, so,

why don't you give us
the details

and spare us the
brunch from hell?

Kicking me out of your head only
piques my interest further.

What could my angry
little brat be hiding?

Well, I'd be careful.

You poke around long enough,

you might let down
your own defenses.

And then I will see
into your mind.

We already know you're not
gonna kill any of us.

You said it yourself.
We are your pawns,

and we all have something
you want.

So many bonds forged,
so many strings to pull.

If Liz needs motivation
to get back into the lab,

perhaps she should tell us
where to start.

I told you someone was
gonna die today.

A little trick I've
been holding onto.

It's a shame how little you
know about our abilities.

Good night, Michael.

I gave you a chance,
and you blew it.

When I come back,
you'll give me the solution.

Refuse, and the death

that follows is on you!

It's-it's okay.

Is Dallas...?
Uh, he's alive.

But the shards-- they've lodged
themselves into his neck

and his chest,
and I can't stop the bleeding.

Michael and Jones are gone.
Oh, my God. Here.

Let me try to take that out.

No. If we remove the pieces,
he's gonna bleed out.

This is not how
this was supposed to go.

First Dallas,
and then Michael.

We'll find Michael.
We just got

to figure out
why Jones took him.

Oh, I know why
Jones took him.

He couldn't rattle him
in the mindscape,

which means either
he's looking for something

in that great big Mensa brain,

or he's playing with his food.

Jones fancies himself
a utilitarian.

He needs something from
Michael, which means,

wherever they are,
he's alive for now.

Did you talk philosophy before

or after making a deal
with the devil?

I didn't make a deal with him.
But you considered it?

He's trying to get
into your head, Isobel.

Isn't he already in yours?
Okay, enough, Isobel.

This is exactly
what Jones wants us to do.

Okay. How long will it
take to make the serum?

I'm sorry. You-You want her
to do what he said?

We're gonna have to use it
to disconnect me from Jones

eventually anyway,
so why delay the inevitable?

A couple of hours.

I need my spores and a lab
and-and whatever part

of the equation Dallas is able
to write down on that paper.

He needs surgery,
and we're running out of time.

Well, luckily,

I have an excellent
alien physician on speed dial.

Did I miss the Evite
to Woman-as-Warrior Wednesday?

I had another vision.

Three coffins,
no mourners.

Nothing else to go off of.

What triggered the vision
this time?

Gross tarantula.

Ugh. Yeah, those should be
hibernating right now.

But I guess with all the recent
frequency disturbances...

Yeah, I don't really care
who sent them. I just

was hoping that
tapping into the

DeLuca family intuition
might show me

who to keep out
of those coffins.

Mind if I join you?

Nobody's answering my texts.

I don't know
if Jones can jam a cell signal,

or if everybody's ghosting me,
but I got to do something.

Any details jump out
like last time?

Mm, another family crest?

Did any of the coffins
have lilies on them?

That's really specific.
It's Isobel's favorite flower.

Well, how would you know that?
Everybody knows that.

I promise you, not
everybody knows that.

Ah...

Oh, my God!
Uh...

Am I wasting my psychic
powers just to find out

that you're in love
with Isobel?

Uh, love is a big... um...

You know, it's more
of an admire when, um...

Ah, okay.

I like her.

Well, your timing
could not be worse.

She's with Anatsa,

and she's happy.

Trust me,
everything that's happened

in the last month wasn't part
of my five-year plan.

Mm. It's Isobel.

Finally.

Oh. Okay, yeah, uh, uh,

keep applying pressure,
but don't go to the hospital.

I know where to go.

I set up the surgery
bay in this room.

Do I have a medical team
available?

I gave everyone a
mental health day

rather than sending a memo
that aliens exist.

Fair point. You'll have
to be my second set of hands.

I have
a lot of talents.

Surgery is not one of them.
Uh, I'll do it.

I mean, given that
I have control

over the sword, I'd be
most useful anyway, right?

Um... Hmm.

Come on, Doc.
I'll be your scrub nurse.

It's the least
I can do for Dallas.

That solves the dilemma
of a capable medical team.

Where's Michael?
He's with Jones.

We don't know where,
but we'll find him.

Good news is, he is alive,

so, that's something.

I'll break the news to Alex.

It's funny,
When you said, uh,

"clandestine
mountain clubhouse,"

I assumed that was hyperbole.

How's the sheriff?

Oh, she's in surgery

to remove the bullet
from her leg.

Astro Hitler healed up
the entry wound,

but left the internal damage
to mend.

Anyway, the doctor said
she's gonna be okay,

but she had a lot of
questions, so I...

got out of there.
Is this...

everyone?

Not exactly
an Avengers-size team-up, is it?

Heath.

Dallas was badly injured
back at the mansion.

He's in serious condition,

and Kyle's prepping him
for surgery.

Yeah, he's right
through those doors.

Well, Dallas can't die.

He's the one with all the
video game cheat codes.

Sorry. Uh...

Yay! Childhood
coping mechanisms.

I just... I... I have to
make jokes, or I'll lose it.

Put me to work, Roswell.

I need to think
about anything but Dallas.

Okay. Nice and easy,
no sudden movements.

So long as you keep holding the
more precariously-placed shards,

we should be able to mitigate
any permanent damage.

Oh, my God.
Oh, that is gross.

While I appreciate
the extra set of hands,

you don't have to stay.
I can call Max.

Oh, no. I can't do the, uh,

pacing-around-the-hallways
like-a-madwoman thing.

Also, technically,
these are parts of my sword.

I do need them back.

And it's my fault
that Dallas is here.

Oh, no. Jones did this.No.

That's exactly my point.
I let Jones into my head.

I let him get under my skin.

This whole time
I've been thinking

I'm some badass,
fearless warrior.

It turns out
I am nothing like my mother.

I let my insecurities
get the best of me.

And now look.

My new brother has shards
of my careless mistake

lodged in his body.

You're not the only one

whose insecurities
are being triggered.

I took my dad's legacy,
and I made it my own.

I saw a new opportunity
with Deep Sky, but here I am,

panicking like a med student
doing his first rotation.

Kyle.

Every time we have
faced a problem

with our physiology,
you have risen to that occasion.

You literally invented
a new branch of science

to save my brother.

You never cease to impress me.

Don't touch my stuff.

Mind your manners,

or the one-eyed drunk upstairs
gets the heart attack

he's been side-stepping
for half a century.

Why the hell are we down here?

Why can't I take pride
in my son's

underground soundproof bunker?

Well, I can't decide
if it's risky

or just plain stupid,
you bringing me home.

And where else,
other than the place

my son crawls into whenever the
world becomes too much for him?

Mm. I get it.

You want to try worming your way
into my head again.

You know, if you
just asked nicely,

I might have given you
the information.

Must be pretty
important,

whatever you're after.

And since I'm
playing the part

of damsel-in-distress
instead of Liz,

it's not just the science
to separate you and Max.

I will break into your mind,

one way or another.

You can't kill me,
off-the-rack Max,

because if I'm dead,
my brain stops working.

And then you can't get
whatever it is you're after.

You're incredibly dense
for a mechanical genius.

Hmm.If I wanted you dead,

you never would have made it
out of Nora's womb.

Haven't you ever wondered
how she evaded me?

Hmm.

Perhaps it's time
I tell you the truth

about your conception.

All right, I'm almost through

transcribing Theo's equation,
but there are still holes.

Some of these symbols
are incomplete.
All right.

So, how do we bridge the gap
in the genetic sequence?

Should've paid more attention
in AP Alien Chem.

Oh.
Any luck with
our little fungi?

Uh, I was able to fast-track
the germination process

to produce
some viable stem cells.

They should seal off the
puzzle piece end of Max's DNA.

Great, so,

bust out the champagne?

Hold the ice bucket.

Come take a look.

Huh. Binding receptors
are multiplying.

They're effectively
stopping the peplomers

in Jones' cells from
reattaching to Max's DNA.

Oh.

But at quite the cost.

Without the complete equation,
it's like

we are duct-taping a solution
instead of actually fixing it.

Any breakthroughs?

And that is my cue

to, uh, be elsewhere.

Thought maybe we could talk

about Jones' offer
over some caffeine.

I'm not mad. I just...
I worry about you.

Jones offered to
advance my science

in exchange for extending
the telomeres in your body.

It was a trick

to get me to undo the science
that keeps him

from being able
to clone himself.

I am not gonna
turn my back on you.

Which is why
you should know

we are getting close
to figuring out a solution.

My plan is to inure your DNA
against rejoining his

with a treatment of stem cells
from Noah's spores.

I'm certain it'll...

interrupt the tether, only...

Only what?

A-According to everything
we know about the science,

this serum...

It'll take away your powers.

I understand

why you hold Nora
in such high regard,

but those placed on pedestals
are bound to fall.

You get my mother's name
out of your damn mouth.

Perhaps I should tell you
about your mother's mouth.

Once up a time,
she was my right hand,

until the rebels
clouded her judgment

and turned her against me.

My mother was good!

And you're nothing
but a damn liar.

Maybe. Maybe not.

That's the beauty of it.

Broken children cling
to fairy tales

that tell them
they can be mended.

Yours is Nora.

I barely scratched
the surface

of your subconscious,
and I can already tell,

you are by far the most broken
of your entire precious triad.

You don't deserve a family.

You're weak,
and that's why

you will try and fail to stop me

from getting into your head.

You lost?

Snack bar's on level five.

Uh, no, no. I was just,
uh, trying to clear my head.

What you doing
with the machine?

I'm honestly just trying
to keep myself busy

so that my brain'll
stop thinking

about worst-case scenarios.

You need help?

I, uh, was starting to feel
like a nuisance up in the lab.

No, I'm just thinking
about why this was built.

You know? I mean,
Nora made it seem like

it was built for something more
than just a "phone E.T."

It reads frequencies,
right, so I'm wondering,

if I can alter it in some way
to find Jones,

then it'll lead us to Michael.

You think that'll work?

I'm grasping at straws,

but I got to do something.

I get it, man.

And it's much easier to act
then to react, right?

You know, when I was, um...

when I was dying,

I... I wrote all these letters

to people I cared about,

and they just ended up
in a hole in the ground.

Yeah, I just couldn't
face anything head-on.

You know, it was the only way
I knew how to cope.

So,

hell, if you need
to bang on that machine

to not break, I get it.

Maldita sea.

I'm guessing
that's not Spanish for "huzzah."

I don't know how to separate
Max and Jones permanently

without affecting the alien
proteins in Max's DNA.

Okay.

Come on, Roswell.

Tell me what's really going
through that brain of yours.

Jones offered me
everything I want.

And even though

deep down I knew I would
never take the deal,

part of me did
wonder "what if."

God, he knew exactly what to say

to trigger
my biggest insecurities.

He knew exactly what
I hate about myself.

I want validation.

And no matter how hard
I try to be satisfied,

it is never enough.

I want the next thing,
I want the...

bigger thing,
I want the Nobel,

the Frozen Moe's.

Nobel I know.

Moe's, less so.

Anytime I, um...

did well growing up,
my mom wasn't there.

"La proxima vez, muñeca."

"Next time, I will take you
to Frozen Moe's,

and we will celebrate
with ice cream sandwiches."

Every spelling bee,

every science fair...

Nothing merited her committing.

Nothing made Frozen Moe's real.

What exactly is real
in this case?

I mean, take a look around you.

You are in a top-secret
scientific chocolate factory

that would make Genoryx
wet their pants.

So... who cares

what the next thing is?

Does it make me a bad scientist
if I stop asking "what if?"

'Cause right now, I just want
to block out the possibilities,

the Frozen Moe's, and just fix
this one problem for us.

Even if it means
no one will ever benefit

from what was achieved here.

Either way,

you are a hero to the people
in this building.

And, quite honestly, a round
of margaritas with them

kind of sounds better
than a prize

on some shelf
that has to be dusted.

Hmm.

Okay, now will you tell me what
the Spanish is for "huzzah"?

Come on, vision.
I know you want to be seen.

Ugh.

Tarot cards.

Maybe that'll trigger things.

Huh.

I've removed most of the pieces
that were threatening the heart.

Lucky for Dallas, there's
no visible nerve damage.

I just need to get
in there to close up

these incisions before they...

4-0 Monocryl sutures
ready to roll.

You've picked up more in an hour

than I did
my first week of residency.

What, like it's hard?

Nah. I'm just saying,
you're a quick study.

Yeah.

Level-headed,
determined.

All these great traits
aside from being a warrior.

Don't sell yourself short.

Okay, what's up, Doc?
Huh?

Your energy is
all over the place right now.

I'm picking up some hues of...

confidence, but there's

something under the surface
that I can't read.

His heart rate

and blood pressure are
dropping. The sympathetic

nervous system must have
been activated. We need to lower

his heart rate. We can
give him a beta blocker.

That might buy us some time.

You know what? I don't think
this is just medical.

I can feel that he's terrified.

He shouldn't be
in there alone. I...

I've got to try and reach him

and convince him
to keep fighting.

You think the mitochondrial
enzymes in the stem cells

rebuild the replacement
base pairs in the alien helix?

I don't... There's still
too many variables

left to be determined.

Oops. That should be

the other way around.

Heath, I...

I know you want to help, but
your mind is clearly divided.

And it's okay to take
a minute and breathe.

Liz, I'm fine, really.
No, none of us are fine.

It's okay to take a minute
and go see Dallas.

What good would that do?
I'd just be in the way.

I know you don't want to
hear it, but surgery is risky.

Take it from a girl who lost
her sister without a goodbye.

You don't want to live
with that regret.

I do hate it when you're right.

I can do this all day, Michael.

There's nothing you can
do that will stop me

from getting
in your head.

Even now, you prove
to be a disappointment.

Seems we've spent too much time

talking about my weaknesses,
but avoiding yours.

You need a tissue
for that nosebleed?

Couldn't have been easy holding
five people in the mindscape.

I think you're taxed.

And because you are, well,
you're probably wondering,

while you were trying
to push into my mind,

did you leave the back door
to yours unlocked?

Now let's see
if I can uncover the truth.

You want to know
about the Lockhart Machine.

But not because
you need Theo's equation.

No, you have Liz for that.

You want to call someone.

No, you want
to call some "thing."

Get out of my head, Michael.

I don't want to kill you.

Right. Because you're not
the eat-your-young type.

But you are the kind of guy
who'd murder his own triad.

It was an unusual day
in the oasis.

It rained for the first time
in a while,

and you held a sword
that should've drawn its energy

from its triad,
just like any other.

But yours wouldn't charge,
would it,

Daddy dearest?

My triad was holding me back.

Well, it's like Max
and Isobel do to you.

You found a loophole
to charge up your sword.

A way to corrupt its power
by taking life after life,

starting with the members
of your own triad.

You murdered your family
for power.

Last chance, Michael.

I don't want
to do this the hard way.

But if you don't give me
the information I need...

What are you gonna do?
Ground me?

You want your sword?

You're gonna have
to go through me.

Okay, so the first time
Michael popped the back

of the machine open, he said
that it felt familiar somehow.

So, maybe he's the key.

Uh... uh, this
is weird, um, but

Michael leaves his handanas
all around my place,

and I don't think
he ever washes them.

So maybe some trace DNA
will pop the trunk.
Okay.

Looks like another dead end.

Hey, could you maybe just

try to mentally screwdriver
this thing open?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

All right.

Interesting. This could be yours
and Jones' frequency.

You think a regular guy
from Roswell could do that?

What do you
mean by that?

Oh, it was just something
Liz mentioned-- that, uh,

one of the side effects
of defeating Jones

is that I may
lose my powers.

So, wait. You're
gonna be human, huh?

I mean, that's what
you always wanted.

Yeah. Yeah. Um...

I mean, not exactly.
You know, I mean,

two of the people who have
defined me for most of my life,

you know, I won't...
I won't be anything like them.

But they're... they're forming
a new triad with Dallas anyway,

so... you know, it's cool.

So, wait.

Are you afraid that you're gonna
lose your purpose

if you're not
their savior anymore?

Max,

your siblings don't love
what you can do for them.

They love you.

What about Liz?

Uh, I mean,

she fell in love with an alien.

I mean, what happens

when I'm no longer the secret
to the universe?

Well, I mean, you're not built
for just one thing.

You're not just an alien.

You're not just a brother.

You're not just a clone.

You're Max Evans,

no matter what form that takes.

Shouldn't you be up on
the, uh, science floor?

Needed some air.

And, uh, no offense, but...

I'm really, really not down
to talk feelings

with the boyfriend of my ex...
whatever-we-were.

Yeah. No, nobody wants that.

So, uh... so just talk to me

like I'm some guy from Roswell.

Well, skipping over
every misstep that got me here,

I am pretty damn terrified

that I might lose my best friend
in the entire world,

and, of course, that

he'll take with him my only
small shot at redemption--

the final piece of the code

that'll sever you
from your Wonder Twin.

There's more to it than that,
though, isn't there?

I'm afraid that I can't come
back from the things I've done.

Dallas has

always seen me as a...

good person with bad options.

But honestly, I'm...

I'm not so sure that's true.

And I'm scared to face him.

I think we're all capable
of coming back

from way more than we realize.

I've been thinking
about everybody in here.

We're all just trying
to navigate our missteps.

Look, just because
we make some bad choices,

that doesn't make us bad people.

Just makes us human.

Heath, you're needed in surgery.

I thought Dr. Valenti was
the alien specialist.

Yeah, he is.

Right now, we need a...
a Dallas specialist.

So much for quality family time.

See how funny it is

when I run my sword through you.

Is that all you got, pops?

And here I thought
I missed Little League.

Been waiting
70 years to do that.

So you do love someone
as much as you love Nora.

And he's got a toy I want.

♪

Eight of swords--
imprisonment.

Nine of swords-- fear.

Ten of swords--
painful endings.

The Tower.

Catastrophe.

It feels like the answer is up.

Maybe I just need
to let them... fly.

The junkyard.

All right, I'm not gonna lie.

This is gonna be a little weird
for you.

Yeah, right, 'cause it was all
so normal up to this point.

Dallas is somewhere
in his subconscious.

Now when I jumped in there,
I couldn't find him,

so I need your help.

Where would he go
if he were afraid?

Uh...

To the place where we used
to quiet the voices.

Show me.

Buckskin?

Is that, uh...

is that really you,
or is this, like,

walk-into-the-light time?
Uh, well,

still trying to wrap
my mind around

the physics of
all of it, but...

yeah, it's me.

You want to tell me
why you're hiding out

in your childhood
coping mechanism?

Never really believed

in the devil before,

but today, he was in my head.

Well, in that case, I feel
pretty damn sorry for the devil

'cause... it's a mess in here.

Oh.

I'm not sure
how much longer I can hold on.

You know, it's...

it's, like, the hardest thing
I've ever done--

just trying to survive.

It's different.

It's-it's different
when you're the one

that needs the comforting.

I didn't know
if you were coming,

if anyone was coming.

Yeah. I...

Look, man, you've always thought
the world of me.

Uh, I guess I just
couldn't stand the thought

of not living up
to your expectations.

You're my family.

I'm not gonna turn my back
on you 'cause you stumble once.

Everyone makes mistakes.
It's...

It's what you do afterwards--
that's-that's what defines us.

Liz needs that last little bit
of your dad's equation.

I-I promise

I will make things right,

but I am gonna need a little bit
of that classic Dallas guidance.

Sorry for bolting.

I, uh... I had an
itty-bitty, teeny-tiny,

very-tough-cowboy
existential crisis.

When you told me
there was a chance

that I would no
longer be what I am,

the first thing that
ran through my mind was

whether or not
you'd still love me

if I was actually just a guy
from Roswell.

You are not just anything
to me, Max.

And whatever,
whoever you are, I...

I love you.

I always will.

I love you, too.

So, let's finish
this serum.

What do you need?

First I need something

I've been meaning
to do for a very long time.

Kiss me, Max Evans.

Ugh. Sorry.
My timing is...

terrible. You want me to come
back in? I can turn around.

No. All good.
How's Dallas?

He's in good hands,
and luckily,

I had someone to talk me out
of making another mistake.

Sorry, Evans, but it looks
like you are gonna get to live

to see another day
as a little green man.

Michael!

How'd you find me, DeLuca?
Intuition.

Oh, my God, don't move.

Don't move, Michael.
You're hurt.

Acetone. Table.

Oh. Okay, we got to go.

The only place
we're going is a hospital.

No.
This is a gnarly
wound, Michael.

We got to close it up ourselves.
Mm-mm.

I got booze, mechanics glue
and a staple gun.

Jones is after
the Lockhart Machine.

He knows it's with Alex.

He's going to Deep Sky.

Please.

Alcohol's behind the beakers.

I meant for me.

It's now or never, DeLuca.

Do it.

Oh.

Either Liz just kissed Max or...

Or it could be Jones.
They might need me.

No, I need you more. I need you
to remove the last shard.

What?
The second it's out of his neck,

I'll go in there and close up
before he bleeds out.

I've got better control
with my alien abilities.

All right, you ready?

Uh, U11,

U12, U5.

We have all of the pieces.

We're just missing
the mystery protein: UX.

Man, it's got to be the key
to repairing the DNA

while making it inaccessible
to Jones' tether, so, close,

but no cigar.

Guys, we are running out
of time.

I'm getting a bad feeling.
This flickering isn't me.

Okay, wh-what if close
enough is the point?

The mysterious protein--
X is an unknown variable

because it is dependent
on the person

we are trying
to separate.

The DNA has to be close enough
to supplement in,

like a-a graft
or a bone marrow transplant.

Oh, my God. The X is like the
hair in the Polyjuice Potion.

Sure.

But if we're lucky enough,
we could bridge the base pairs

without affecting
the alien protein.

Yeah, well, we'd still need DNA

from a member of Jones's
immediate family.

Michael.

What? No. I thought
not-Max had him.

What about his handana?

Okay.

Okay.

How is it?
Did I do okay?

Yeah.

Oh, my God,
Kyle, thank you.

I should be thanking you.

You helped save this man's life.

We make a good team.

What?

I can tell you've wanted to
tell me something all day.

What is it?

That's got to be Jones.

Uh...

You don't need Jones's sword
to be a warrior.

You're ready for this.

You did it?

This compound will keep Max
and Jones apart for good.

Right on schedule.

Give me the solution, Elizabeth.

No. I won't let you.Let me?

Since when does Liz Ortecho
care about permission? Ethics?

You don't control who I am
or what I do.

I decide that, and I said "no."

Give me the solution, Liz,
and Valenti,

there's a machine here I want.
Bring it to me,

or I'll be forced
to do something I really enjoy.

So will I.

I'll be forced
to kick your ass.

Oh. Well, it seems no one here
has any common sense.

♪ Hey, nah, oh, nah, nah

♪ Hey, nah, nah,
oh, nah, nah... ♪

Give me what I want,

or I drop them.

You take the machine.

Smart boy.

Now I bet you're thinking,

"Hey, he drops them,
I'll catch them. No big."

But I have

a hunch that you don't quite
have the strength

to catch all three.

Hey, get away from him!

♪ Can you feel the heat now?

What'll it be, Elizabeth?

♪ Can you feel the heat now?

♪ Ooh-ooh

♪ Can you feel the heat now?

No!

Liz, don't do it!

Next time, Frozen Moe's.

♪ Hey, nah, oh, nah, nah

♪ Oh, oh-oh-oh,
oh, oh-oh-oh... ♪

You've made
a very wise choice.

♪ Hey, nah-nah, oh, nah-nah...

If only you'd made that choice

the first time around.

♪ Nah, oh, oh-oh-oh...