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1 [Man] Previously on Roswell.

I won't lie to you. I'm not the biggest fan of my brother-in-law.

But Max is just a kid.

He isn't from this world. He's an alien pretending to be a normal teenage kid.

[Out Of Breath]

Oh, God.

Jesse, we can leave Roswell and never come back.

There's nowhere to go.

I'm part of this for good now.

I saw the board in your office. I know what you're doing.

It isn't right to spy on your own son.

I'm not spying. I'm trying to figure out what's going on.

Michael, what is on your chest?

- You never shut up. Now get out. - Michael...

Get out!

[Tires Squealing]

You died. I'm king.

- It's your turn to get in line. - No.

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[Screaming]

[Grunting, Screaming]

[Chattering]

Um, did you know there's a full college scholarship...

being offered to potential podiatry practitioners?

Really?

Have to keep my business south of the equator though.

[Clears Throat] Couldn't you come a little farther... north?

- What? - What?

Whatever.

- No? - [Scoffs]

- What? - Still no apologies from Michael.

- Ah. - Hey, you know that "king thing" tattoo on Michael's chest?

That's gone. Max is king now.

I know, I know. But what I was gonna say is...

maybe Michael could get, like, "I'm eternally sorry" tattooed there instead...

and just flash it every half an hour regardless.

Saves time, cuts stress.

- [Laughs] - Do we know the faux pas?

Yeah, he threatened my life and then shoved me out of a moving vehicle and left me...

in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.

The car was stopped, and I never threatened to kill you!

After you suggested it'd be better off if I was dead...

and Jesse and everybody else who knows about your little secret.

It was a suggestion.

[Blows]

Why am I always apologizing to you guys about who I am?

- That wasn't you, Michael. - Yes, it is me. Max was dead. I was king.

- I did what I had to do. - Fine.

- I'm not sorry about it either. - Fine.

No, I'm not sorry.

[Sighs] Fine.

[Scoffs]

[Scatters Dirt]

- [Engine Starts, Dies] - [Craft Passing Overhead]

[Engine Starts]

Griffin! You okay?

Hey! Anybody!

- [Vehicles Approaching] - [Helicopter Whirring]

[Starter Grinding]

[Engine Starts]

♪♪ [Rock]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Ends]

"Here we go again." That's the attitude of most local residents...

to the news that another U.F.O. Has supposedly crashed outside of Roswell.

While local merchants are hoping that this latest close encounter...

will stimulate Roswell's dwindling tourist business...

local officials are downplaying the entire incident.

- [Continues, Indistinct] - Anything yet?

- They're downplaying it. - Even better.

Make it look like a cover-up.

Max. Thanks for helpin'. Would you mind re-marking those prices?

Uh, sure. What do you want them to be?

- Double everything. - I can do it, Dad.

No. You two have to be here to handle the rush.

- The rush? - Yeah.

Oh. You're too young to remember.

Back in 1986, there was another unexplained incident outside of town.

This place went wild.

Oh, Max, there's a box of neckties... the alien neckties...

in the back room near the... mustard containers.

- You mind? - No problem.

Um, I don't think they're there anymore.

[Reporter On TV] I believe we're gonna get ready to start our news conference.

From what I'm told, Major Pete Carlson from the United States Air Force...

will be conducting the briefing this morning.

"Unexplained." All he's gotta say is it's unexplained.

An unexplained incident. Uh, an unexplained encounter.

Call it unexplained, and those U.F.O. Freaks will be flooding this town...

and we will be swimmin' in cash!

Here we are.

- You okay? - I'm fine. Why?

A ship from outer space crashes in the desert, and you don't have a problem with it.

Odds are it's probably nothing.

You're not even curious?

- Oh, you are. - I have more important concerns.

- Really? - [Jeff] Liz!

- Can you give me a hand out here? - Coming.

- Hey. - Where have you been?

Investigating a potential threat to our existence.

- You were in the desert? - All night.

Couldn't see much. They got perimeters around the perimeters out there.

- Leave it alone. - Max, are you nuts? I saw it.

It killed the engine on my bike. It went right over my head.

What'd it look like?

Like a really great sci-fi special effect... only real.

- It was probably an air force jet. - How do you know?

Word's out, unofficially.

Yeah, Max, I could tell you an air force jet was involved. But the question is... in what?

Look, we're too exposed right now, especially with Jesse.

- At least he came through. - He killed a federal agent.

And right now, the last thing we need...

is some bona fide alien from another world who's looking for trouble.

You scared I might find something?

I'm terrified they'll find you.

Then I'll handle it.

- [TV Continues, Indistinct] - Come on. Unexplained. Unexplained, baby.

One little word. I'd even take "unknown."

Come on. Say it. Say it!

Major Carlson, was it a U.F.O. Last night?

Can you tell me, was it a U.F. O? Or a test flight?

We're not gonna get many words from him right now.

- Stepping up to the podium and the microphone now... - [Line Ringing]

Is Major Carlson, who is expected to confirm...

what most people in Roswell have already heard through the grapevine...

that the U.F.O. Seen last night was an air force jet on a cross-country test flight...

- that apparently experienced...[TV Turns Off] - Oh, thank you.

- [Line Clicks] - You've reached the cell phone of Jesse Ramirez.

Please leave a message at the tone, and I'll call you back as soon as I can.

- [Beeps] - [Knocking] - Hello...

- Who is it? - It's Mom.

[Sighs]

Hi, Mama. How are ya?

Surprise. I have a plan.

Since the men we live with are in Delaware on business...

I thought we should spend some money on clothes.

Ah.

Isabel, what happened to all the furniture?

Nothing. I just, you know, felt like it was time for a change.

You can afford to replace all of the furniture in your apartment?

We'll manage.

- Honey, are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

I, uh... I talked to your dad this morning.

He felt that Jesse was acting a bit differently.

Did you two have a fight?

No. Mom, we're fine.

- I swear. - Okay.

- Well, if you need to talk about anything... - There's nothing to talk about.

Besides, if there were, it would be one of two things...

sex or money, one of which is great.

- Okay. Then... - And the other is the budget I'm about to ignore.

- Let's go buy me some shoes. - Let's go.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, thank you.

Contrary to some reports, this was not...

repeat... not a U.F.O. Or an unexplained incident.

- This morning at 12 minutes past midnight... - [Sighs]

I think it's time for a going-out-of-business sale.

I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry.

...crashed 19 miles northwest of Roswell, New Mexico.

The jet was based at Edwards Air Force Base in California...

and was engaged in a cross-country test flight in night conditions.

There were no weapons on board.

The name of the pilot is Colonel Theodore Griffin.

He is the one and only casualty in this unfortunate accident.

That's all I'm prepared to say at this time.

However, air force cadet Connie Griffin, Colonel Griffin's daughter...

would like to say a few words.

Good morning.

I know a lot of people here in Roswell were hoping...

for some sort of extraterrestrial explanation to last night's incident.

But we know what happened. We know the truth.

It's important to me that you know he died doing what he loved...

and you should know my father stayed with his plane until the end.

He made sure it went down someplace safe...

to protect your homes and your lives.

- He was a good man. - Excuse me. Are you saying he didn't eject?

- [People Murmuring] - No. He didn't have the chance to eject.

That's all we have time for now.

If we get any more information, we'll let you know.

- [Camera Shutters Clicking] - [People Chattering]

[Vehicles Passing]

- [Door Creaks] - You might wanna keep your head clear.

Who the hell are you?

I believe your father's alive.

He made it out of that plane.

Where did you get this?

In the desert, about a half a mile from the crash site, next to his ejection seat.

But he wasn't there.

What kind of sick bastard are you, huh?

Really, where did you get this... some army-navy surplus?

Did you buy some rub-on letters right after the news conference?

There's something in the lining you might wanna take a look at.

[Gasps, Crying]

[Crying Continues]

Hey. It's okay.

[Grunts] Damn!

- Who are you? - I just wanna know why they lied.

- It doesn't matter. - What?

Whatever is going on, they must be doing it to protect national security.

- That's what they do. - They lied to you.

Whatever I'm told, they tell me for a reason.

- Your father could be alive. - Carlson wouldn't lie about that.

- How do you know? How do you know that? - Get out...

before I have you arrested for looting the scene of a military investigation!

That's a federal offense, buddy. You could go away for a long time.

[Sniffling]

♪♪ [Man Singing Jazz]

[Jesse] Battery's dead.

Your cigar.

Thanks.

Good work today.

You missing home?

- Hmm? - Isabel.

- What about her? - Are you missing her?

[Clears Throat] Yeah, sure.

- [Chuckling] - [Diane] Ooh!

Oh, my goodness.

Have you ever seen discounts like that?

I mean, you'd think the whole town was having a...

- a fire sale. - Yeah.

How's Max, Isabel?

- Um, Max? Uh... - Yeah.

Um, he's fine. I think he's studying for finals right now.

Hmm. Does, um...

Does he know what he's gonna do when he graduates?

Forget I'm your father-in-law for a second.

- [Chuckles] That's impossible. - Try.

- Are you trying? - Yes, Dad.

- Try harder. - What do you wanna know?

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Hmm. Nothing worse than being alone in a house...

without the one you love, is there?

I wanna know if everything's okay.

Everything's, uh, a little more difficult than I expected.

What were you expecting?

Less difficulty.

It's okay. He won't be gone forever.

Oh, it... It drives me crazy.

I mean, I hate being alone in the house when your dad is gone.

The silence is deafening.

[Chuckles] Look.

I'm glad you're concerned. Really.

But at the moment, I think I should just keep this between me and Isabel.

- I know you're her father... - At the moment, I'm your friend.

I'm serious about this, Jesse.

I want you to know that you can come to me with anything you want to discuss...

even if it's about your wife.

I've known her slightly longer than you, so...

Door's open. That's all I'm saying.

Thanks.

[Diane] I could sure use some company.

Uh...

- I could make double-fudge brownies. - Not fair.

I am an evil, manipulative woman.

- Just ask your dad. - [Laughing]

- What do you say? - Sounds great.

- [Exhales] Great. - ♪♪ [Ends]

[Crows Cawing]

- What's this about, Griffin? - Thank you for meeting me here, sir.

- I just didn't feel comfortable coming onto the base with this. - With what?

- Where'd you get this? - Through a friendly, sir. Sir, is my father alive?

Has your father been depressed lately, acting different?

- Has he said anything that would indicate that... - You think he killed himself?

We can't find him. We have reason to believe he may have gone over...

with information relating to the Raptor.

- No. - We have searched everywhere within a 10-mile radius.

If he contacts you, I need to know about it.

My father is not a traitor, sir.

I hope you're right.

There's nothing else you can do here.

Go back to Colorado. I will contact you if I hear anything.

Yes, sir.

- [Seat Belt Alarm Dinging] - [Engine Starts]

That was quite a yarn.

Find the friendly that gave her the helmet.

- I'll meet with you later. - Sure.

Maybe we can split a malt or something.

[Tires Squealing, Engine Rewing]

- [Car Jolts] - Wha...

[Car Crashes]

[Connie, Crying] Help me! Please!

Somebody please help me!

[Whimpering]

Help... Help me.

- [Crying] - Hey.

It's a beautiful night.

Just try and relax.

Enjoy the desert air.

[Crying] Help! Help!

Help me!

[Beeping]

[Crying Continues]

Help! Somebody, please! Help me!

Help! Help me, please! [Crying]

[Tires Squealing]

Help me!

Help! Help me, please!

Hey. Cover your face.

How did you do that?

- Do what? - The door. How did you...

- The crash loosened the hinges. Come on. - What?

[Michael] Come on. I think we should get goin'.

- Wait a minute. How did you know I was... - I told you you're being lied to.

I had a feeling they'd try something once you turned that helmet in to Major Attitude.

You followed me? Who the hell do you think you are?

- [Gasping] - Any more questions?

- Stop it. - What?

- Pretending. - What am I pretending?

That you don't know any of this.

It's all a mystery to me.

- Well, me too. - Hey!

This is Connie. Her father is the pilot of that crashed jet.

Air force says he's a traitor on the run.

But Connie doesn't buy it, and neither do I.

- They tried to kill her. - Michael says you can help me.

- Do what? - Find my father.

Can I talk to you a second?

- What's goin' on? - That's what we gotta try to figure out.

What I'm trying to figure out, Michael, is you. I don't even know what to say.

That's why you gotta trust your second-in-command to know what's right.

What's right? What's next... J.F.K. Was killed by aliens?

- What's happening to you? - Me?

What's happening to you? We got a major situation here, and you don't seem to care.

Which situation would that be... her or you?

- Ready to order? - Major.

- I'm fine with this. - Okay.

Uh, could I have a penne pasta with chicken...

sun-dried tomatoes... in a marinara sauce?

Uh, no. We only have spaghetti.

That's not what I want.

What you want is the Olive Garden.

He'll have a hamburger. Just bring him a hamburger.

- I don't eat red meat. - Did you do it?

- Did you find anything in her hotel room? - No.

What about the helmet? Who gave it to her?

A kid named Michael Guerin. I.D.'d him off a local news tape.

- Are you sure it's him? - I will be after I break a few of his fingers.

This is a great milk shake.

[Scoffs] Sun-dried tomatoes.

- [Gasps] What? - We need to talk.

Ow! You should be slapped!

- Who's this? - Connie Griffin.

- Oh, you're the pilot's daughter, right? - Yeah. She's in trouble.

- My father's missing. - Missing? Isn't he...

- The news has been saying that... - No, he's not dead.

Michael says the man with the air force guy is a killer.

He ran her car off the road and tried to blow it up...

because she has proof the air force is lying to the public about her father.

Come on, guys. The air force is hiding something... maybe a crashed U.F.O.

- What do you propose? - They're leaving.

I say we hook the small fish to hook the big fish.

Do you really think there's a ship mixed up in this?

I'm not sure, but I'm not sure it's important anymore either.

- So, what is? - Doin' the right thing.

- [Max] Was there a collision? - What, between me and her?

Between her father's ship and a U.F.O.

Maybe. I don't know. You gotta help me.

We force the little fish to talk, and we're at risk.

We may have to kill him.

I got a better idea.

[People Chattering]

[Door Clangs Shut]

- Pete. - Ted.

So, what now?

- No more questions? - No more questions.

Well, I got one for you. Who was flying that thing?

Soon as we figure out how to get the cockpit open, we'll have an answer to that question.

- But I'm afraid you won't. - Because I'll be dead.

Actually...

you already are.

- I never ejected. - No.

What does Connie think?

What the rest of the media-fed world thinks...

that you brought a malfunctioning billion-dollar jet down...

into an unpopulated area to save lives.

And the guards outside my door?

They think you're a saboteur and spy, and they'd like to see you shot.

And here I am, just a guy that ran into a U.F.O.

Well, we've got... protocol in these kinds of situations.

Protocol.

- I'm sorry, Ted. - You... Oh.

- So, it's a... a nice restaurant? - Yeah.

- Jesse likes it? - Yes.

But... you like it more.

We like it exactly the same.

[Exhales] Uh, you know, what does he hate?

- What? - You know, honey.

Your father, he hates, uh, health food and French movies.

- What does Jesse hate? - [Sighs] I don't know.

- You don't know? - He doesn't hate anything.

- Mom, where... Where is this going? - Honey, I'm...

I'm just trying to make a little conversation, you know.

I... I miss talking to you... about things that matter.

We used to do that... talk.

- Mom. - What?

- I just wanna thank you. - For what?

For letting me be who I am...

for accepting Jesse and me.

Oh, honey, you don't have to thank me for that.

It's not a chore. You're my daughter.

I should thank you for having all the patience you've had with me.

[Laughs]

So, how about blueberry pancakes?

- Now? - No, no. In the morning.

I mean, your room is still there.

Oh, l... I should probably get back home.

- I mean, Jesse might call. L... - But you have your cell phone, don't you?

Yeah, but...

- I do kinda miss my old bed. - Great.

[Pats Knee]

[Sighs]

[Door Opens]

- [Punch Lands] - [Grunt]

- [Philip] She didn't leave, did she? You got her to stay. - She's here. She's asleep.

I-I just don't feel right about this, Philip.

We're not doing anything they didn't do.

Well, what have they done?

If you know something specific or you have some proof, will you just tell me?

They are not who they say they are.

- Is that what Jesse's telling you? - No. Jesse's not talking.

Well, maybe that's because there's nothing to say.

No. He's hiding something. He's not the same man who married our daughter.

- He's changed, and I think what changed him was knowledge. - Of what?

That's what we're gonna find out. Did you do what I told you?

Yes.

Honey, they left us with no choice.

They forced us to do this.

I know. I know.

[Sighs]

Oh, my God.

What do you want?

What do you want?

[Michael, High-pitched Monotone] Where is Colonel Griffin?

Where is Colonel Griffin?

[Stammering] L... I don't know who that is.

What is this?

[Both Inhaling]

[Gasping, Out Of Breath]

Where is our ship?

- Prepare the probe. - [Silent Stammer] Wait.

Wait. I-I-I swear! I-I don't know anything!

Where is Colonel Griffin? Where is our ship?

We will get answers.

They're gonna kill him.

- What? - He saw something, and they need to get rid of him.

A clean team is on its way to pick him up and take him to the desert.

- We're getting there first. - Where'd you get those clothes?

- We got a plan. - You've got a plan?

No, no. We're talking about my dad here. I'm not just gonna let some high schoolers...

Hey. We've had practice, okay?

- Who are you people? - We're the good guys. Maxwell, we gotta go.

Yeah. You know where to meet us?

- In two hours. - Right.

Connie, we'll get him back. I promise.

Hey. Be careful.

If there really is a spaceship, don't get on it.

Not a chance in hell.

By the way, I'm sorry for ever suggesting you'd be better off dead.

Go. Do a good thing.

They're gonna need I.D.'s to get on the base.

[Michael] It's up here on the right.

Got it. Go check out the ship, if there is one.

- And if there's occupants? - We'll deal with that later. I got this.

Okay.

- I'm here for him. - And who are you?

None of your damn business, soldier! Eyes front! Don't look at me.

Open the door.

Close it.

Colonel Griffin?

Connie sent us.

[Device Beeps]

[Low Chattering]

[Beeping]

[Man Chattering]

- It'll be okay. - I should've gone with them.

- You would've been stopped. - They could die.

- They've had practice. - Dying?

- No. I mean things like this. - Do things like this happen a lot around here?

- Why don't you leave? - We've tried. - No place like home.

- If they get him out... - [Liz] They will.

We won't be able to go home. They'll come after us.

Let 'em.

- Is there a ship? - There's a ship.

- Damn it. - Don't you hate it when I'm right?

- Usually. But, to be clear, I don't hate you. - I know that.

- Where's Griffin? - Guard gave me some trouble.

We gotta go.

[Man On P.A.] Major Carlson, Code 8.

Major Carlson.

- It was right here. - Give me your sidearm.

We've got a breach.

This is where I'd step on it.

- Thanks. - Not a problem.

- Now, who are you? - The cavalry.

Your daughter's waiting for you. She knows everything.

- Everything? - Enough to know that your lives are going to be very different.

- I guess that means we'll be running. - I guess so.

You might want to keep the U.F.O. Thing to yourself.

- How do you know about that? - We got our ways.

- Dad. - Connie.

Oh! Oh.

- Oh. - I think you guys better get goin'.

Yeah. They're gonna be lookin' for a silver...

Hey, wasn't that van...

- How did you do that? - Like the man said, we've got ways.

Thank you.

Let's go.

That was different... saving somebody else's bacon for a change.

- [Engine Starts] - Yeah. Feels good.

There's a ship.

Wonderful. And is there an alien pilot?

- Don't know. - Don't you wanna find out?

For now, we should stay as far away as possible from that base.

Fine with me.

Let's go home. We'll deal with this another day.

[Engine Starts]

Isabel? Honey, breakfast is almost ready.

- Hello? - [Jesse] Did I wake you up?

No. I'm up. How are you?

- Jesse. - Your father's asking questions.

- What do you mean? - I mean he's onto you.

He knows I'm covering something up.

- He knows it's something bad. - How can he know that?

Because he's not stupid, Isabel.

- What did you tell him? - I didn't tell him anything.

[Sighs]

- When are you coming home? - We'll be back tonight.

- Where are you? - At my mom's.

- Is she giving you the third degree? - Yes.

It's just a matter of time. They're working on this together now.

- Damn it. Damn it! - It's just a matter of time.

- I have to go. - [Cell Phone Beeps]

♪♪ [Alternative, Indistinct]

[Exhales]

♪♪ [Continues]

[Wind Blowing]

- [Object Clatters] - Isabel?

Are you all right, honey?

Yes, Mother. I'm fine.

Just fine.

Honey, I'm home.

What's wrong?

Hey. Are you okay?

Honey? Are you okay?

- [Gasps] - Oh, my God.

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