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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

When I healed Max's body,

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...

... or I drop them.

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, Maria.

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.

I thought you and Heath were
testing ligand compounds.

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.

♪ I'm going out tonight ♪

♪ I'm feelin' all right ♪

♪ Gonna let it all hang out ♪

- ♪ Wanna make some noise ♪
- Oh.

- ♪ Really... ♪
- 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.

- 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.

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.

Hey.

- I think we're making some progress.
- Mm.

I really thought alien
stuff would be more exciting.

Okay, so, uh,

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.

All right, here's what I got.

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're gonna help
me not become my mom.

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.

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.

Okay.

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.

This is what you call a cavalry?

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.

While we wait,

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.

Whoa, Rosa. 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.

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.

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.

I wish Dallas were here.

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.
- 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.

Oh, my God.

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.

- ♪ I'll be on my way... ♪
- 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?

6 Uh, there are a lot of reasons.6 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.

We beat him.

I know.

We're closed!

- I always wanted to say that.
- I was looking for Maria.

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?

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.

Mmm.

- I'm so proud of you.
- Thank you.

That's great news. 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 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.

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.

_

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?

That's-that's not her name.

Liz Ortecho was a student of mine.

How the hell do you
know who Liz Ortecho is?

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