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- It's been a long time.
- Ten years.

I used to think
about what I would say

if you ever came
back to Roswell.

Down. No. No.

20 years I've been
keeping this secret,

and now you up
and resurrect someone?

You can't ever be with her.

There are too many secrets.

Things she can't ever know.

Whoa. Liz, what happened?
Nothing.

Our families have long
been in the business

of keeping people safe.

And if you saw a handprint,

that means the
violence isn't over.

I need answers.

The handprint
is a psychic bond.

Right now what you're feeling

is an echo of what
I feel for you.

You're telling me
you're an alien?

What did you do?

Everything I've ever done
has been to protect

Isobel and you.
Stop it, Max. Both of you.

Everything you've ever done
has been to protect yourself.

Every story varies
depending on who's telling it,

and my sister's story died
with her a decade ago.

I would give anything
to be able to ask her

why she made the choices
that she did.

To understand her.

But like so many who died
before their time,

Rosa took her truth with her.

And I'm left here...

endlessly searching for it.

Liz.

Max.

This place closes at sunset.

I jumped the gate.

It's after midnight,

so it's officially the ten-year
anniversary of Rosa's accident.

So...

you gonna arrest me, Officer?

No. Too much paperwork.

It'll be our secret.

Another one.

Can I drive you home?

Weirdly appropriate,

getting driven home by a cop
tonight of all nights.

Rosa would be proud.
Happy to oblige.

Have you been avoiding me
these last few days?

I thought maybe
you were freaked out.

I wasn't avoiding you.

It's just I never
really planned

on staying in Roswell long.

I was just passing through.

So, you're leaving.

I'm a scientist, Max.
It's what I do.

I got a grant for my
vascular regeneration study.

In San Diego.

Right.

You're gonna change the world.

I always knew you would.

I don't know why
that was so hard to tell you.

Maybe the same reason
it was so hard to hear it.

Well, good night, Liz.

I still want to kiss you.

I-I just... I got to
get through this one

really crappy day,

but afterward, at sunrise.

Meet me at the old
turquoise mines?

I can't, Liz, I told you.
Look.

The handprint's fading fast.

It'll be gone by then.

You'll know that
my feelings are real,

not just some sci-fi
side effect.

It's been ten years, Liz.

You don't know me
like you think you do.

Max Evans, right?

Sort of bowlegged,
way into Tolstoy.

Really nice handwriting,
for a guy.

It's just a kiss, Max.

You don't have to come,
but I hope you do,

and I think you will.

That's Hector Valenti,
your ancestor.

Taken the night
of the 1947 UFO crash.

It was the incident
of aggression

that was the catalyst
for Project Shepherd.

Now, you said you saw
a handprint last week, Kyle.

Take a good look at that.
That is your legacy.

This project is your legacy.

You gonna reject it?

If your father knew
you were doing that--

My father taught me principles.

The Valenti code.

If that code includes
breaking patient confidentiality

to... hunt aliens,

Dad failed to mention it.

Confidentiality doesn't
apply to a dead body.

My patient is alive,

Master Sergeant.

It's late.

Thanks for the family history
lesson, but I'm gonna pass...

on all this.

The existence
of Project Shepherd

is classified, Kyle;
if you breathe a word,

you become a red-level threat
to Homeland Security.

And my freedoms are
no longer protected

under American law.

I get it.

Ooh.

Brooding level "teenage girl
on a family vacation."

No.

On a road trip
with her grandparents.

This is serious.

Yeah, well,
Britney's mom said

I could go to the beach, so...

Did you get
the traffic cam footage

from the Crashdown
shooting yet?
Yup.

But Valenti said the shooter
was apprehended.

Gerardo Guerrara.
A witness saw him

loitering nearby that night.

He went into county
a few hours ago.

Let me see that footage.

All the vandalism at the diner
has been racially motivated.

It's slurs. There's bricks
through the windows

that say "go back
to your own country."

I know Guerrara.
He wouldn't do that.

Ever since the mayor
started pushing his
anti-immigrant agenda,

there've been a lot of
convenient witnesses showing up.

Wait, zoom in.

I recognize those
naked cowgirl mud flaps.

Wyatt Long.
Hate him.

His sister died in
Rosa Ortecho's car accident.

And now I feel like a dick.

That's a motive, Cam.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

I just...
A long time ago...

I let down Liz Ortecho, okay?

I just want to do right by her.

We'll visit Long after you've
had a few hours of sleep.

You look like
garbage, partner.

Ruggedly handsome garbage,
but garbage.

I can't
find the space jam.

Got it.

No booze, except for
the old man's tequila stash.

You should get a liquor license.

How did you...
The door was locked.

Was it?

I didn't notice.

What do you want?

Just a little late-night snack.

I'm a chocoholic.

I get it.

You want me to be scared.

I'm not gonna tell your secret.
I care about Max.

Okay?

We care about Max.

You were hooking up
with Kyle Valenti

in the Wild Pony parking lot

five minutes after Max risked
his life to save you.

You don't know anything
about me.

We know a few things.

Like you don't really seem
to care about anything

for that long.

How's your fiancé
back in Denver, Liz?

We broke up.

Does he know that?

'Cause according
to his Facebook,

you bolted.

Just changed your mind.

Let's be clear.

You change your mind
about Max,

about our secret,

no lock will keep me from you.

Stay away from her!

You stay away from her.

Stop it.

I come by to check
on the diner,

and you two are
terrorizing her now?

Hasn't her family

been through enough?
By all means.

Whatever it takes
to protect her family, Deputy.

Max...

That's cute.

What, you're punching him now?

What is wrong with you?

I'm fine.
No...

you're not.

Is she right?
Is something wrong?

No, I'm fine.

I'm sorry.

Liz. Red or green?

Christmas.

Why are we closed?

I was gonna help out.

Every year,

on the anniversary
of Rosa's death,

someone vandalizes us.

After the shooting,
I didn't want to risk

an escalation;
someone could get hurt.

And what am I gonna do
if the next person

who gets hurt is you?

Dad. Come to California with me.

You don't have to stay
in this place

where you're constantly reminded
of the worst day of your life.

You think that's
what I remember?

The day we lost Rosa?

Mija, no.

I remember your mother
teaching Rosa to play guitar

in that booth.

The party for your
quinceañera...

When Rosa got high
and puked on Alex Manes' shoes.

Stop.

There was more to Rosa than
the bad things that she did.

Era tu hermana.

She loved you.

No, Dad.

I loved her.

You have to find a
way to forgive her.

If you don't,

the ghosts will follow you,

and you will never
really get away.

Try.

Por favor, amiga.

For me.

You keep showing up
like this,

I'm gonna start thinking
you like me.

Sale of the ranch
went through.

This land is now property
of the U.S. government.

You have 24 hours to move out.

Why don't you tell Uncle Sam
I'll think about it?

Guerin.

What happened at the reunion
cannot happen again.

Okay?

What happened?

I was pretty wasted.

Just move your trailer.

What's the Air Force want
with the land anyway?

It's the third dairy ranch
you've shut down.

We're building a new facility.

Well, isn't there some...

law about building
on a historical site?

What do you mean,
a historical...

Because the UFO
crashed here?

Yeah.
We're not supposed to build

on top
of Santa's workshop, either.

Sorry.

Some lady swallowed
a double-A battery.

I'm glad you called.

I wanted to apologize
for running out on you.
It's cool.

The mid-makeout abandonment
was very sophomore year.

I got all nostalgic.

But I did want to follow up.
That bruise on your shoulder
looked pretty bad,

and I wouldn't be a very
good doctor, or friend,

if I didn't give
it a second look.

No. It's almost gone.

I'm fine.

Have you told anyone about it?
No.

Doctor-patient confidentiality.

You can trust me, Liz.

Could you...

um, do you have access
to the morgue records?

I want to see
Rosa's toxicology report.

I'm doing this thing

where I'm trying to forgive her.

And how is that going to
help you to forgive her?

She was an addict...
If I can look at it
scientifically,

if I can see the chemicals that
made the bad choices for her...

I don't know, Kyle.

Maybe I just need
something else to blame.

I'll call you
when I pull the autopsy.

Thank you.

But, Liz...

If you're gonna
forgive her,

don't focus on the science.

Focus on the memories.

Too tight.

Next time we do the thing I like

with the thing
and the thing,

let's not use
my lucky tie.

I've got court today.

I know.

Seems pretty lucky
where it is.

I missed you last night.

I know. Just had some
things to take care of.

Max and Michael.

So predictably codependent.

I'm actually really worried
about Max right now.

His whole wavelength
is off.

Just a freaky
twin thing.

I don't know.
I'm just getting a vibe.

He's angry.

You want me to take
him out for a beer?

I can totally do
the cowboy thing.

Grunt, stare off
into the distance.

Talk about belt buckles
as a secret metaphor

for emotions...
Aw, babe.

If he won't talk to me,
he won't talk to you.

Maybe he'll
talk to Michael.

Are you sassing Jesus?

I got your message.

You okay?

You know, this place
used to bring me comfort?

I loved science and facts,
but I believed

in something bigger.

I don't anymore.

Do you believe in God?

I read a lot of religious texts.
Like, all of them.

The stories don't generally
end well for guys like me.

You know, men who work
miracles with their hands

tend to die bloody.

That's why I asked
you to meet me.

Your hands.

The other night,

when you showed me
your memories of us,

I didn't just see them,
I... felt them.

It was like
I was back there.

I was thinking,
maybe you can show me

your memories
of my sister.

So that I could
feel her again.

Liz, I can't.

I barely knew her.

You knew her a little.

She knew you.

Okay.

Okay.

No. No.
Wait, please...

Thank you.

Thank you.

Evans.

If you're done
praying or whatever,

I got a 20 on Wyatt Long.

Care to serve and protect?

It's okay. Go.

I'll see you at sunrise.

Why are you here?

I love this bar.

You said this bar
was as disgusting

as a senator's sex life.

Max is shutting me out.

I thought maybe
you could talk to him.

Something is wrong
with him, Michael.

And when that happened
the last time,

you were the only one
he would open up to.

And as you can see,

I'm very busy.

I heard they're shutting down
the Foster Ranch.

Is that why we're
day brooding?

You're gonna get
another job.

Maybe one that's
not on the site

of the crash that killed
our family members

in a fiery explosion?

I like it there.

I always have.

When I was a kid,

nights when I had to
get away from whatever

crap home I was in,
I would hitch a ride

to Foster Homestead Ranch.

So what would you do out there
all by yourself at night?

Wait.

Figured, that
was the last place

I saw my family,
maybe they'd be back.

Or maybe, maybe
somebody would

come and take me home.

For a genius...

...I was a real dumbass.

Sheriff's Department.

Investigating
a noise complaint.

We're here honoring
my dead sister.

Hope you got good reason
for interrupting.

You been honoring your
dead sister any other way?

Like, I don't know,
riddling the

Crashdown Cafe
with bullets?
Me?

Nah.

Heard they picked up Gerardo
Guerrera for that shooting.

Got to say, though....

that family hadn't
come here from Me-hi-co,

my sister would still be alive.

That's a nice piece.
You a decent shot, Long?

I could hit the sweat
off a wet...

Wyatt, there's...

There's ladies present.

What were you gonna say?

Go on. Say it.

I forgot already.

Felt like you were about
to... challenge me.

Yeah.

Cam, would you like
to do the honors?

Who? Me?

But

my hands are so small, and

your gun is just... so big.

Watch and learn,

Cop Barbie.

Two out of three ain't bad.

Oops.

Tell you
what. In honor

of your sister, how
about we don't fine you

for discharging a firearm
this close to the highway?

You could have done that.
I keep telling you,
I'm a feminist.

You wanted him
to lose to a girl.

Also that.

Alex Manes.
Are you lost?

This is not your normal scene.

Yeah, well, besides you,
these are not my usual people.

Guerin?

Agreed. Riffraff.

Though he got
kind of hot,

in a sex in a truck,
smells like a river,

never introduce him to your
mama kind of way, you know?

- Hadn't noticed.
- Alex?

How are you?
Or, um,

thank you
for your service.

You know I just did this
for attention, right?

My...

'90s night?

Is this all
for Rosa?

She was my family, too.

Wyatt's our guy.

And once forensics
matches this

to the bullets we found at
the scene, we can pick him up.

Feel like grabbing a beer
while we wait?

It's the anniversary
of the accident.

And he's embarrassed.
He might want to show off.

Last time Wyatt did that,
someone got shot.

Almost. Think I'm gonna
keep an eye on the diner.

Love letter?

I've been meaning to ask
for Max Evans details.

Does this mean anything to you?

"A fraudulent zodiac."

You're into all that
astrology stuff.

Where's that coming from?

I... just had a memory of Rosa.

It was written on
her hand and I...

can't place it.

Yeah, it's not astrology.

It's a Third Eye Blind lyric
from "God of Wine."

That's one of the songs
she used to play on the jukebox.

Right.

She was always scribbling lyrics
on her hands, her sneakers.

Maria, what's wrong?

I thought you didn't
see her that night.

How do you remember that?

What night?
Well, she...

She left the diner,
then she came here.

She was singing
that song.

She wrote that lyric on her hand
right in front of me.

Liz.

That's the night she died.

Dr. Valenti knows I'm
coming! Kyle, are you in there?

I need to see Dr. Valenti now.

It's fine.
It's okay, she's fine.

I have to see Rosa's autopsy.
It's important.
Listen to me.

You can't tell anybody
what I'm about to tell you.

I need you to trust me.

That's the autopsy
I found on file.

Benzos, barbiturates,
blunt force trauma to the head,

postm...

Postmortem burns to over 80...

percent...

I'm sorry.

This is what everybody
said I would find.

She was a drug addict
who drove her car into a tree.

Maybe.

But remember when we were kids
and I was at your house

when Rosa was rushed to the ER
because her appendix burst?

This marks her
appendix as present.

Crappy medical examiner?

Or a fake autopsy.

I did some digging

and I found the real one, but...

Rosa...

Your sister's death
wasn't an accident, Liz.

And I know how crazy
this sounds, but...

I think she
was murdered...

by an alien.

Go home, Isobel.
I'm not leaving until
you agree to talk to Max.

Come on. This is the perfect
opportunity for you guys

to get over all the ugly history
of the last decade

and be friends again.

Max and I were never
meant to be friends.

We're family.
No.

We're not.

We all just happened to hitch
the same doomed ride

on the same
intergalactic Titanic.

The day Mr. and Mrs. Evans
walked into the group home,

and they-they picked you two,
and they left me behind,

that was decided.

Max has spent his entire life

trying to make up
for that one awful moment.

It wasn't his fault.
We were seven.

He was a
grown-ass man

last week when he chose
Liz over us, Isobel.

Pow! Pow!

I mean, I must've hit
a transformer or something

'cause the whole place
just exploded.

So you shot out
some light bulbs.

Those illegals
killed your sister.

So let's send them back
where they came from.

They're going to the Crashdown.

If something happens
to Arturo or Liz...

I'm sure Deputy Evans
will come to the rescue.

Yeah, exactly,
he'll lose it.

He's not himself
right now, Michael.

I don't want him to do something
he can't take back.

Yes, Max risked our lives
to save Liz.

Okay? I am mad, too.

But she was dying...

...right in front
of him.

Come on, Michael,

is there really nobody
in this world

that you wouldn't risk
everything to save?

Sad.

Central three.

1000 Chestnut at 918...

What alarm company
works at...

Yo, Maximo.

I'm headed home
to woo your sister.

Gross. Did you get my message
about Gerardo Guerrera?

Yeah, yeah,
I looked into it.

He was cleared
of the shooting charges,

but turns out Guerrera
is undocumented.

So it doesn't matter
that he's not the shooter.

He's in ICE custody now.

I'm sorry, man.

Immigration is untouchable
these days.

Yeah.

You should get some sleep.
You're probably right.

See you.

That's for my sister.
Get him up.

If he ends up
in the hospital...

Then he's gonna end up
in a van headed straight

to the border, ain't he?

Come on!
Let's go!

You okay,
Mr. Ortecho?

I-I think so.
Okay, I'll be back.

Liz, I saw the handprint
on your chest the other night.

I need to know who put it there.

He saw her.

He saw her that night.
Who?

Liz?

I have to go.

Wyatt, stop!

You gonna arrest me
for doing your job?

Be a man.

The Ortechos were
worth all this?

Mexico would've
wanted them.

Psycho...

The hell?

We have got to stop
meeting like this.

You have a taser?

He'll be fine.

He was gonna kill him.

He killed Liz.

Okay? She was dead right in
front of me, and he came back

to finish her dad off.
People like him don't stop,

they don't change.
So that makes you

judge, jury and executioner.
Michael.

This
isn't you, Max.

Something is wrong.
It has been for days.

I can feel it, and so can you.

You're right.

Ever since I healed Liz,
there's been this

poison inside me. I...

I don't know.

All right,
who's the guy?

Come on. I know that look.

From high school.

Senior year,
the night that mystery guy

kissed you
at the museum.

Remember what you said to me?

That I'd stay in Roswell,

if only he kept kissing me.

I was a dumb kid.

It was the first time
I liked our hometown, though.

Well, home doesn't have to mean
a white picket fence house

and a family.

It can be a person.

Dad.

I need to talk to you.

Papi, who did this to you?

The Long boy.

No te preocupes.

The cops have him.

Which cops, exactly?

Max Evans. You just missed him.

He patched me up.
He's a good kid.

Comes in a lot,
orders coffee.

Never drinks it,
but he tips well.

He asks about you.

He saved my life tonight.

So Wyatt Long shot me.

For revenge,
because Rosa killed his sister.

It wasn't just revenge.

It's racism, you know?
Guys like that...

Listen, I don't-I don't
want to talk about him.

Okay? I have to tell you...

...I lied to you.

Ever since I healed you,
I've felt wrong,

like there's a... like there's
a tornado inside me,

and I can't fight it
and I can't run from it,

except when I'm with you.

I'm sorry.

Max,

the-the handprint faded,
and you were right.

I don't feel the
way that you do.

Yeah, no, of course.

I-I get it.

I'll just...

Max.

When's the last time
you saw Rosa?

I've been thinking
about her all day,

and I was just wondering.

That day, when, um,
when I asked you to drive out

to the desert with me
for the bio project.

Right.

Of course.
I thought so.

So when are you leaving town?

I-I think I might stay.

My dad needs me,

obviously, and, um,

maybe I could help with
whatever's wrong with you.

Do some tests?

I don't want to be
an experiment.

We could get to know each other.

Talked to the sheriff.

Long is in custody.

You didn't file
an official report

about Mr. Ortecho.

I don't want him in the system.

He could get deported.

Which Long probably knew.

He'll spend the
night in jail,

and his daddy will pay the fine.

It's been a minute
since you showed up

at my door unannounced.

Want to blow off some steam?

Where are you gonna go?

Tennessee.

Really?

No.

No, there are a couple people
who still need me here.

Pick up, work
at the junkyard

till I figure
something else out.

Good.

Good?

I spent the night
with some old friends.

Made me think about...

I don't know,

who I was when this started.

Before I went to war.

Where I stand,
nothing's changed.

Yeah. Including the way
you look at me.

That's a problem
for me, Guerin.

'Cause every time you look
at me, I'm 17 again.

And I forget that the last
ten years even happened.

And then you look away,
and I remember all over again.

And it almost kills me

every time.

I never look away.

Not really.

What are you doing?

I've been looking everywhere.

You just ran off to confront
an alien psychopath on your own?

I didn't confront him.

I was scared of him.

Who was it, Liz? Who did this?

Every bone in my body

is screaming to get
the hell out of this town.

Run away and never look back.

But I'm not going anywhere.

I'm gonna find out
who killed my sister,

and I am gonna
bring them to justice.

I'm gonna fight like hell.

Even if it was Max Evans.