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Previously on Roswell.

- Thought we agreed it was over.
- 'Cause you're destined to be with Isabel?

I'm destined to be this soldier.

- What is it you want from us?
- Where's the granilith?

- The what?
- Don't pretend you don't know.
We've been looking for it.

The granilith.
Ripped By mstoll

Sounds like the fluorescent lights
in bio lab.

Did Nasedo ever mention
a rock collection?

Do you think it can hear us?

We'll come back after school.

After ninth period, we'll go back.

Way to prioritize, Maxwell.

Hey. New gel?

So, uh, Portishead tickets
went on sale this morning.

- Did you get my messages?
- Yeah.

♪♪ [Man Singing: Rock]

- Nice.
- Our agenda involves the four of us.

There's no time for distractions.

Oh, Max, look.
I don't know what to do.

Calls keep on coming into Congresswoman
Whitaker's office. Should I return them or...

Not now.

♪♪ [Continues]

We'll talk in trig.

You know, mean people suck.

Mr. Guerin! True or false?

We're not even a month into the semester,
and you're already failing my class.

- This is a new record. - To be blunt,
World War II just doesn't do it for me.

Well, try doing this. The 509th Bomb Group
is in town this week for a reunion.

Your biographical account of one
veteran's wartime experience...

will be on my desk by 5:00.

- Old people creep me out.
- Well, then think of them as living history.

[Michael]
What was World War II like?

[Man]
What do you think?

Okay, moving on. Uh...

Roswell. How is it different now
than it was back then?

I don't know. I haven't
darkened their door since '47.

- Look, Hal...
- Captain Carver.

Captain Carver.
Let's make this easy.

Why don't you give me a few good details
that I can put in this notebook of mine...

and I'll just copy the rest
out of a book.

When the going gets rough,
resort to plagiarism, huh?

You kids today are softer than soap.

You ever heard of Omaha Beach
or the V-1 flying bomb?

Yalta? Jane Russell?
I mean, have you ever...

- Taken my teeth out to brush them?
- What'd you just say?

- B-17G.
- That's the Flying Fortress.

- You like planes?
- You could say I was born to fly.

So was I.
That's my picture there.

- So why did you leave in '47?
- Don't you know what happened that year?

[Chuckles]

Aliens crashed.
Humans went bonkers. Yeah.

Think you could've handled that?
You had survivors running loose in the streets.

Sounds terrifying. Four feet tall,
silver suits, no hair? Very scary.

That's what the crackpots that wrote
the books wanted you to believe.

- It's all a bunch of crazy...
- We weren't crazy. We were lied to.

- Whatever.
- Hey, look, kid.

I'm not one of your hoodlum friends.

You better start showing me a little respect,
or I'll kick your ass through this door.

Well, let me save you the effort.

I'm just gonna take this,
then I'll be out of your hair.

They had black eyes. Empty.

Vacant. Ageless.

You gonna stand there like
some slack-jawed simpleton...

or do you want to learn something?

You're gonna teach me about aliens?

Okay, let's hear it.

These sissies today that complain
about global warming...

should have to spend a New Mexico
summer on a military base...

without any air-conditioning.

In those days, you could write an invoice
without depending on Bill Gates.

Women had curves,
something you could hold on to.

Me, I was a 21-year-old know-it-all.

A little joyride that May still had me
grounded in a dead-end desk job.

- What can I say? I was nuts about the girl.
- [Phone Ringing]

She wanted to see Hoover Dam
from 3,000 feet.

- [Rings]
- Carver, get the phone!

[Hal Continues] After three years
of army cots and cheap cigarettes...

- I was gonna do things my way.
- [Rings]

Carver, wake up!
This isn't kindergarten!

- And my way was trouble.
- Hal!

- 509th. Carver.
- [Man] Is this line secure?

- As far as I know.
- There's been a crash.

- What? Who?
- We don't know, but it's
definitely not one of ours.

♪♪ [Rock]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Ends]

Excitement in these parts was
about as common as pink elephants...

but when Jesse Marcel
placed that call...

the whole place was buzzing
in a heartbeat.

Interesting.

You always travel with that thing?

Better be safe than sorry.

Some people thought maybe
it was a glider or a test missile...

but my money was always
on the Commies, you know?

Hey, you listening to me?
What's with that hair of yours, anyway?

- Chicks dig it, Grandpa.
- In my day we wore it high and tight.

- You know, classy, respectful.
- Really?

I thought you said
you were all about trouble.

They sent me and Richard Doty
out to the crash site...

some 30-odd miles from the base.

Doty and I stopped along the way
for a couple of Zagnuts.

By the time we got there,
the place was buzzin'.

Richard was a good guy.
He really was.

He was a buddy of mine
that worked in the office.

- He had a tendency to get his
skiwies all up in a bunch. - Sir!

Next time you need a candy bar,
maybe you can wait till after the mission.

I'm telling you, Richie. That gal
behind the counter was hot to trot.

[Whistles] She gave me
two Zagnuts for the price of one.

- She's got a sister coming in from...
- Not interested.

- We're talking corn-fed ladies, Richie.
- Holy...

[Richard]
Jiminy Christmas.

Looks too small to be a B-29.

[Hal]
That's no plane I've ever seen.

[Man]
Hey, Willie and Joe!

[Hal Narrating] Colonel James Cassidy
was the kind of guy...

that hated guys like me...

and that suited me just fine because
I loved ticking off blockheads like him.

Little late to be making yourselves useful,
don't you think?

Doty here was hungry, sir.

- Sir, I, uh...
- Stick a cork in it, Doty.

- What are they collecting, sir?
- When that's your business, I'll let you know.

[Man]
Hey, Colonel! Over here!

All right, check in with Smith,
then get down there and help out.

I'll give you hungry.

- [Sighs]
- Real funny.

Sure is rich.

Risk your can
over Frankfurt and Düren...

emergency land a B-17 in England
without putting a scratch on her.

Now they treat us like maids.

Orders are orders.

- [Plane Engine Buzzing]
- Think it could be experimental aircraft?

Hey, be careful with that!

Get a look at this!

I bet you people would pay
good money to see this.

Keep messin' around, Hal, neither one of us
is gonna see the inside of a cockpit again.

[Woman]
I'm not taking no for an answer!

This is the U.S. Army.
Someone is always in charge.

[Hal Narrating] I lived by one
simple rule when it comes to women.

A great voice equals great gams.

Miss Osorio, please, I told you...

These are press credentials from the Fort
Worth Star Telegram. What am I saying?

Fort Worth may as well be Burma
to you people. Who's in charge here?

Colonel, rumor at the local radio station
says you folks got yourselves a flying saucer.

Any comment?

This is a restricted area.
Get her out of here, Deputy Valenti.

Uh-uh. I have permission to be here.
I want some answers.

- George, snap some shots. Snap some shots.
- Get the camera.

Hey! Hey! You put one scratch on that lens,
and I am billing Uncle Sam!

- Now, Deputy.
- Welcome back from the war, Colonel.

In case you forgot, we still have
the First Amendment here!

Get your hands off me!
I said get your hands off me!

[Hal Narrating]
Our senior counterintelligence agent,
Captain Sheridan Cavitt...

was known around the base
as Mr. Brain.

So I guess when you're lacking
in other assets...

you've gotta trump up
the one you've got.

Captain!
You see that troop truck?

Take it directly to Hangar 20.
No stops, no questions.

I don't care if a family of four
is bleeding on the roadside.

But Roswell needs all the tourists
it can get, Captain.

Get another man and head out!

I know the rest...
The feds made Marcel the scapegoat...

and blamed the crash
on a weather balloon.

It was all Cavitt's idea,
if I remember correctly.

That pencil neck.
Where'd you hear that?

I've been reading U.F.O.
Magazines since I was eight.

So you want to believe.

You shouldn't smoke.

Look, kid, my doctor said it doesn't
make any difference what I do.

Is that why you came back here?

War has a tendency to create
an incredible bond between men.

Some of the best days of my life
were spent right here on this base...

alongside the boys of the 509th.

So I guess it's just my last chance
to say good-bye.

- Oh!
- [Michael] Do you still fit into yours?

The longer I sit here...

the harder it is to think
that I could put one on.

Why's that?

Because everything I believed
that uniform stood for died in '47.

Hey.

A little something
from way back when.

You think that reporter's
onto something?

She needs an exclusive,
plain and simple.

Why? You think
she's onto something?

I didn't until an intelligence officer
ordered us to keep our mouths shut.

Forget Cavitt. After Sunday dinner
he probably debriefs his own mother.

I love this country.

What if something's
really out there...

capable of destroying us...

destroying everything?

Don't worry, Richie.

You're still gonna get your wife and your white
picket fence and your backyard barbecue...

- [Engine Rumbling]
- Why are you slowing down?

What the...

[Hal Narrating] At that moment some strange
force seemed to take control of the truck.

- [Thudding]
- [Tires Screeching]

Oh, my God.

Check under the truck.

Hal?

♪♪ [Jukebox: Big Band]

My cousin in the fire department
said he saw a crashed disk.

Reverend Deaton's calling it
the end of the world.

I say it's just the beginning.

Once these flyboys leave,
we got nothing to keep this town alive.

But think of the possibilities.

Roswell, New Mexico...
Home of the Little Green Men.

♪♪ [Jukebox: Man Singing]

They were glowing, right?

I wa... wasn't seeing things.

We should've asked what they were.

Before or after Cassidy bawled us out
for being 15 minutes late?

- Maybe they're waiting to see if they're
friendly. - Hell with that!

We should be in the air now, blasting whatever
dropped those things to kingdom come.

This isn't a John Wayne picture.

When it's time to act, they'll tell us.

Your round.
I'm gonna hit the head.

Two, Pete.

You're one of the guys
at the debris field.

You're that little lady
who got hauled off by the cops.

No cuff marks
on your pretty wrists, I see.

Oh, I prefer the term
"police escort."

Betty Osorio,
Forth Worth Star Telegram.

Hal Carver. No comment.

- How 'bout a drink then?
- How 'bout your phone number?

Mmm, somethin' tells me
you don't call.

Something tells me
this time I will.

At the field you were given a special
assignment. What was in the truck?

Sweetheart, you just had to go
and ruin our fun.

But what were you saying about
blowing something to kingdom come?

I can't tell you about that because
if I did, they'd have to kill you.

What the hell are you doing
talking to that reporter?

She was looking for a free drink, Cavitt. When
she realized I wasn't buying, she moved on.

The press can't be trusted. They ruined
Major Marcel's good name in less than a day.

Well, in case you didn't hear, Marcel
told the world he found a flying saucer.

Correction.
A weather balloon.

Keep away from her.

Go find a dame to bother, Cavitt.

- ♪♪ [Upbeat Instrumental]
- [Hal] Around this time,
I had this girl I used to go with...

only she wasn't a girl.

She was a woman.

Rosemary had been widowed once
and divorced twice...

all before her 25th birthday...

and our relationship
was one of simple pleasure.

The cabaret girls in Nice do that.

I guess it's not the only thing
we do in common.

You left your socks here.

They're not mine.

Well...

So you want to hear about my day?

Absolutely not.

That's my girl.

Hey!

Get on out of here!

Would you like some fries
with that shake?

Give me another one, sweet cheeks.

That'll be your third banana split, sir.

Are you the dairy police?
We're in the middle of a story.

I'm not the one sitting next to
an ancient gastrointestinal tract, pally.

- Get the check. I'll tell you the rest later.
- You're at the reunion later.

To tell you the truth, kid,
I don't know if I want to go anymore.

The day's young.
We'll go hit some of your old haunts.

Well, you got wheels?

- I need a favor.
- First off, phone protocol
works like this. Ready?

Messenger leaves message,
then messengee calls back...

unless messengee is deathly ill,
grounded or just a jerk.

- Look, I came in here...
- I would like to think I've been patient...

the epitome of restraint...

but for God's sakes,
she's not even a real blonde!

- Who?
- Let me set the scene for you, all right?

You, Courtney,
the dark alley back there.

Me controlling the urge to spew.

This whole jealousy thing
is getting a little tired.

Just accept the fact that I'm an alien,
you're human. Our lives do not mix.

You made the exception for bottle job
and Old Man River out there.

That man knows stuff about the '47 crash.
Stuff specific to me.

- Okay.
- I want to take him around, jog his memory.

To do that, I need the Jetta.

I'm sorry.

When humans need rides,
they take Jettas...

and when aliens need rides,
they take spaceships.

Oh, find one.

Maria, hanging out with this guy is gonna
help him a lot more than it's gonna help me.

Can you just make an old guy's day?

You know what?

I'm doing this because I forever
regretted not saying good-bye
to Breepa DeLuca before he died.

Put lunch on my tab,
and don't forget the seniors' discount.

Jerk!

♪♪ [Jukebox: Man Singing]

Good morning, Captain.

You sure you want to meet here,
Miss Osorio?

Because the hotel coffee shop across
the street serves a swell cherry Danish.

We're right over here.

Hal Carver, this is Yvonne White.
She's a nurse at the base.

- Thanks for meeting me.
- What is this?

Yvonne came to me because she saw things,
things she can't explain.

I thought between the two of you...

I'm sorry, ma'am. It was very nice
to meet you, but I can't stay.

- Don't call me again.
- Just hear her out.

I came here because
I thought this was a date.

I'm flattered, but would you just see
if your stories match?

Why don't you write this in that notepad
of yours? It was a weather balloon.

You don't believe that...

and if extraterrestrials landed in Roswell,
Americans have the right to know.

You're not patriotic. You are just hard up
for a front-page headline.

That is no way to speak to a lady.

Well, you point one out,
and I'll watch my language.

♪♪ [Singing Ends]

Babe, you wouldn't believe...

- Jim.
- Hal.

Were the socks his?

The military police were here.

Deputy Valenti
was helping me clean up.

I tried calling you at the base,
but the switchboard was busy.

Hi, Hal.

Hal?

Why were M.P. S
at my girlfriend's house?

- Sorry, sir. I couldn't stop him.
- It's okay, Dixie.

- Shut the door.
- Yes, sir.

- [Door Closes]
- She is a civilian, Colonel!

Captain, you might want to think
about dropping that tone.

Where've you been all morning?
Parker's doesn't serve until 11:00 a.m.

- So now you're following me.
- You were told to stay away
from that reporter.

That is a violation of my rights!

Do you realize how many
first lieutenants...

are just waiting to slide
into the cockpits of B-29s?

You want to get back in the air?

Then you will shut up, stay on base...

and finish out your suspension
in a compliant manner!

- Are we clear?
- Yes, sir.

- [Yelling] Are we clear?
- Yes, sir!

Telegrams and letters have to be sent
to the families of two privates.

Fifer and McCarthy. They were killed
this morning in a jeep accident.

Here are the details.
You handle it!

Dismissed!

[Typing]

Operator? Yvonne White,
women's barracks.

- Hello.
- Yvonne, it's Hal Carver from earlier today.

Maybe we should talk without
that damn reporter around.

I can't.
I've been transferred to London.

- I'm catching a bus to the airport tonight.
- Wait there.

[Dial Tone Hums]

Two cadavers just like this.

Who was running the show?

Doctors I'd never seen before.
They pulled me in to help with the autopsy.

There's no way these things
were even mammal.

The epidermis, hands, organs...

they were nothing I'd ever seen.

No one would tell you what you saw?

Afterwards, some high-ranking general
from Wright Field debriefed me...

said I couldn't talk about it.

- Why did you call Betty?
- She wanted to listen.

I can't sleep, Captain.

I want to get as far away
from Roswell as possible...

try and forget I was ever here.

Good luck then.

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Yvonne Screams]

Where's the girl?
The nurse who was here.

There's no nurse here, pal.

[Engine Idling]

Wow!
Look what the cat dragged in.

[Typing]

Listen, Dixie, how could I locate
a troop transport plane going to London?

[Sighs]

Look, whatever you're after,
I think you should drop it.

People are saying
you got a screw loose, Hal.

- I know the colonel agrees.
- I'm just trying to make sure someone is okay.

- Perhaps you should just take care of yourself.
- Thanks for the heads-up.

Maybe if you're free sometime,
we could go see Hoover Dam again.

Oh, I'm late for my hair appointment.

These curls, they don't
happen by magic, you know.

- At ease.
- Yes, sir.

I'm part of the recovery team
that brought the truck to this location.

Colonel Cassidy's requested
a follow-up report.

Thank you, Captain.
Carry on.

What's going on, Hal?

Just a little inventory for Cassidy.

I'm sorry. This area is off-limits
without proper security clearance.

Which you seem to have.

The assignment landed
in my lap, okay?

- Then let me take a look.
- There's nothing to see.

Every person on this base,
every radio station and newspaper...

says this whole thing is because
of a downed weather balloon.

You and I both know better. Now, I've seen
the classified reports, and they prove...

You have to leave.

What are you more afraid of... what you know
or what they're keeping from us?

I can't go down that road
with you, Hal. I'm sorry.

Just let me do my job.

Captain Carver's done here.

[Hal Narrating] Obviously,
someone had gotten to Doty...

so I decided to talk
to that reporter after all.

Sorry I was late.

That damn thing
has a mind of its own.

- I could take a look.
- [Scoffs] I already fixed it.

Cars are like men, Carver. Give their cable
a jiggle, they'll be fine till morning.

I didn't know you were so handy,
Osorio.

- What do you got for me?
- You go first.

Glenn Dennis at Ballard's Funeral Home
contacted me with an interesting tip.

Seems a base mortician called
requesting child-sized coffins.

- For what?
- To bury things.

Your turn.

Colonel Cassidy asked me to draft
death notice memos for two privates...

who he claimed
died in a jeep accident.

What really happened?

Those kids were at the debris site
when they stumbled upon two sacks...

six feet or so in diameter.

Before they could notify a commanding officer,
something came upon them.

Now, one witness says
it was two figures glowing white.

The men tried to pull their guns.
There was a blinding light.

Aliens killed them?

My brother was shot down
over Manila Bay.

I watched my mother
open that telegram.

Those privates deserve more.
Their families deserve the truth.

It's all in here.

Are you willing to go on the record?

I need to know.

After this story runs,
you'll either be a hero or a traitor.

[Hal] You can run fast,
but time always has a way...

of catching up.

My friend had one in her car.
She's a little bit of a drinker.

That firecracker from the diner?

Yeah.

You two goin' steady?

No, it's nothin'.

Well, I mean,
whatever there was, it's over.

Not from where I was sitting.

You know, I'd, uh...
I'd never been in love before...

but... but on that night,
beneath the stars...

and with that woman...

and with all that we knew...

I should have kissed her then.

- Why? What happened to Betty?
- You got another beer?

♪♪ [Jukebox: Big Band]

Tough day following orders?

I'm a coward, Hal.
Don't rub it in.

You're drunk?

Don't expect any more
than that from me.

What's wrong, Richie?

[Whispering]
You were right.

I saw stuff. I heard...

I heard what their plans were.

L...

I was a good soldier.
I went along with it.

I'm not... I'm not proud of myself.

Makes me wonder
if I'm on the right side.

Are we on the right side, Hal?

It's gonna be okay.

We've got friends.

We've got people who want to know
the truth just as much as we do...

and by tomorrow the world
will be one step closer to it.

By tomorrow?

Check the morning paper.
It'll all be there.

Now, you want a ride home?

All right then.

Well done, Captain.

Don't touch me.

[Hal Narrating]
That morning was like any other.

Too much like any other.

The story was never printed.

[Line Ringing]

[Woman On Phone]
Fort Worth Star Telegram.

- Yes, I need to speak to Betty Osorio.
- One moment.

I'm sorry. Miss Osorio isn't in.

Would you care to leave a message?

No. No, thank you.

- Where's Cassidy?
- I'm holding down the fort.

Did you know about this?
Huh? Did you?

- It was classifed information.
- You sold me out!

I had orders!
I didn't have a choice.

Well, thanks for being
such a pal, Dick.

Sign the letter, Hal,
and make this easy.

Pack your things.
Take the honorable discharge.

You will have to
drag me off this base.

You always were a punk, Carver.

Why couldn't you be a lazy,
self-centered son of a bitch this time?

A lot of people are very, very upset.

They wanted to get rid of you, but I
convinced them to treat you like one of us!

Sign the resignation, Hal, or
they're gonna change their minds
and take it one step further.

I hope you enjoy your
white picket fences, Richie...

'cause you sure as hell earned it.

♪♪ [Jukebox: Big Band]

♪♪ [Jukebox: Big Band]

♪♪ [Man Singing]

- The usual, Pete.
- Hey, Carver.

Something came for you today.

Huh?

If you're gonna start
using my place as an address...

I'm gonna start charging you
rent for that stool.

♪♪ [Continues]

[Coin Jingling]

[Ringing]

[Woman]
Hello?

- Betty.
- Oh, this is her sister.

Oh, may I speak with Betty?

Betty's dead.

There was a car accident
yesterday off Highway 70.

Um, who is this?

Uh... I'm sorry.

Yes, sir.

[Shrieking Sound]

[Squeaking, Shrieking]

[Hal Narrating] Have you ever heard
the sound a mother bear makes...

when anything gets between
her and her cubs?

It's something to be afraid of.

Now, in that moment though, I realized
I'd been afraid of the wrong thing.

It wasn't us they wanted.

Save them.

- [Alarm Blaring]
- Hey!

[Glass Shattering]

Wanna try?

What did you see?

What was in those sacks?

I never planned on telling
this much of the story, kid.

I never have.

Please.

[Sighs]

They looked like human fetuses.

There was four to a sack.
Eight total.

That night I packed my things
and never came back.

The base was on full alert.

There was no way anybody
or anything else could have escaped.

And that's the story of Hal Carver.

The only time I ever stuck my neck out
to save anything...

and it all went to hell!

You saved me.

- Have you seen Max?
- Oh, Michael. Um, no.

He said something about
stopping by the Crashdown later.

- Are you okay?
- Me? Yeah.

Sure. Why?

Well, the whole
Congresswoman Whitaker thing.

- We'll work it out.
- Yeah, I know.

And, uh...
And this morning.

Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry.

Thank you.

- Did Max ask you to do that?
- What?

[Chuckling]
The whole being nice thing.

No, I came up with it myself.

I like it.

Meet the reason I haven't
been returning your phone calls.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

I don't know, but eventually
I'm hoping we can find out.

"We"?

You didn't even choke on that.

[Sighs] Well, today I had
a little history lesson.

And here's the thing.

I owe more to you
than I can imagine.

To Liz, Alex, Valenti...

some old guy named Hal who lives
in Tampa and plays shuffleboard.

I never realized it.

So here it is.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What's wrong?

You know those pods that housed
Max, Isabel, Tess and me?

Yeah, before you were born?

Well, there's another set of them,
and they're somewhere out there.
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