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Every small town has a story,

but my hometown has a legend.

Roswell was a sleepy cowboy
settlement in postwar America,

full of farmers and military men,

until, one day, something
extraordinary happened.

Or so the legend goes.

Ever since, UFO enthusiasts
have flooded in,

searching for some cosmic phenomenon

to prove we're not all alone
in the universe.

As a kid, I was searching, too,
in my own way,

until I realized that
Roswell is just a small town,

full of small tragedies
and small people,

people I never plan
to see again.

Go further.

You've got to be kidding me.

So you let the Joneses
and the Jenners through,

but you're gonna stop the Latina
and tell me

this is just a DWI checkpoint?
Ma'am...

I know Roswell

is well past the 100-mile
border zone, vato.

Ma'am... So I will have the
ACLU so far up your ass,

you'll be reciting
the Tenth Circuit

Venzor-Castillo verdict in your sleep.

Liz.

Max.

It's been a long time.

Ten years.

You're still in Roswell.

And you're finally back.

Problem, Evans?

Elizabeth Ortecho.

Sheriff Valenti. Hi.

Well, Kyle will be thrilled
you're here for the reunion.

Don't think anyone expected you
to come back for it.

Reunion? This weekend?

Are you gonna
Breathalyze me, or...?

Nah. You were always a good girl, Liz.

Tell your dad I said hello.

I know you think
you're safe, but you're not.

Aliens have already
ruined your life.

Aliens are the Illuminati.
They're conditioning us.

You ever tangle with a Beyoncé
fan on Twitter? Relentless.

They're brainwashed
by subliminal messaging

in the music.

And soon the war for the
soul of America will be on.

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You really think
aliens are after America?

It's the greatest country
in the galaxy.

Are you a believer?

That's why I'm in Roswell.

My great-grandpa was impregnated
by an alien here in 1947.

Your great-grand... father?

Abducted, probed.

Ever since, only men
in the family carry children.

Liz, what have I told you

about toying with
the customers, huh?

14 months I carried you,
and still you don't listen.

Alien gestation. Que bárbaro.
Papá.

Our little genius,
finally home. Hmm.

It's late.
Are you off the clock?

Oh, Carl's wife had her baby.

I'm covering
his late shift this week.

How was the drive?
Awesome.

There's so much nothing to look
at between Denver and Roswell.

There was an ICE checkpoint on 285, Dad.

We can sell the diner,
move to a sanctuary city.

I need to know
you're not gonna get deported.

I like it here.

I like making milkshakes

for tourists dressed like
little green men, hmm?

Go upstairs, get
some rest. Yeah.

I'm already caffeinating.
I can cover until closing.

I can do it in my sleep.

You... rest.

You have to wear the antennae.

No. No way.

Men in Blackened salmon
with Scully's sweet potato fries

and extra flying sauce to go.

Thanks.

Okay.

One, two...

One, two, three, four.

We're closed.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I, uh, I just came to tell you

your left front
running light is out.

What?

You, uh... you peeled out
before I could say anything,

but that's why I stopped you.

I'm not one of
the bad guys, Liz.

Anyway, it was, uh...
it was really good to see you.

You want a milkshake?

I could put a couple
shots of bourbon in.

Least I can do after I
was a total bitch to you.

No, you weren't.

Truth is, Immigration has been
all over us.

Crime spiked, suits want
to blame the undocumented,

but tearing families apart, that
is not why I joined the force.

You wanted to be a writer.

You remember that?

So why did you join the force?

Why does anybody do anything?

Come on.

I like protecting people.

It helps me sleep at night.

Haven't heard this song
in a while.

This is my song.

Song that makes me feel
better when nothing else can.

My sister loved it.

Whatever she thought was cool,
I thought was cool, so...

I never got to tell you
how sorry I am.

It was a long time ago.

Right.

So... where you been?

Denver, working on
an experimental

regenerative medicine study.

We were onto something special,
but of course

we lost funding because
someone needs money for a wall.

And now I'm here,

wearing antennae, and, uh...

sharing a shake
with my high school lab partner.

Oh. Are-are we sharing?

Yeah.

You know, I used to...
think about what I would say

if I ever saw you again.

Get down! Get down!

No. No.

Liz?

I'm here. It's okay.

It's okay. It's just... I'm here.
I'm here. I was shot?

I was shot?
No, no, no. It's...

It's just ketchup.
Ketchup.

Please... tell me.

Tell me. Tell me
you're all right.

I'm all right.
I'm all right.

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Shots fired at the Crashdown!

Perp is armed.
I'm in pursuit on foot.

Stop! Sheriff's Department!

I need you.

You like when I'm in control?

Uh-huh.

Isobel.

I need you.

I have to go.
What?

Don't question me.

You agreed to obey all night long.

This is part of the... thing?

Yes. I think it's called "hoverboarding."

I'll check the book.

Isobel!
I love you!

I never
should have let you close.

Why? The ten-year
anniversary of Rosa's death

reignited some anger, okay?

Why do you stay in this town

that hates us for
no good reason?

They have a reason, mija.

Your sister took drugs,
and she drove,

and when she died, she took
two innocent girls with her.

Liz. Arturo.

Does anyone need
medical attention?

How long have people been
coming after my father's diner?

Our home? I have been back
for five hours,

and someone just blew out
the window.

Liz, were you hurt?

No.

No, I'm-I'm fine.

Max. Oh, my God. What?

How did this happen?
I'll explain everything later.

Just please, help me, Iz.

Shh, shh, shh.
Okay. Okay, here.

Thanks for seeing me, Kyle.

My mom texted that
you were back.

So, we could do the awkward exes
small talk thing,

but I'm guessing
that's not why you're here.

I-I think
I might have hit my head.

I'm-I'm confused.

I think maybe
I have a concussion.

Is it safe to do a CT scan

on someone who has a bullet
in their body?

What? Liz, were you shot?

Obviously not. Right?

Th-There was gunfire
at the café,

and I swear something hit me,
but I'm-I'm fine, and...

Okay. Okay. It's okay.

You're reacting to trauma.

I'll order the scans.

Liz seem okay

after you left the diner?

She was fine.
A bit shaken up, maybe.

Mouthy as ever.

Just leave a full report
on my desk,

and then get some sleep
before your patrol.

For God's sake, Evans, shave.

I heard you ranting
about patriarchal dress codes

and grooming standards
last week.

I'm just aligning myself with
your feminist agenda, Sheriff.

Uh-huh.

Oh, by the way...
Hmm?

...there's a present for
you in the drunk tank.

There are cameras in here, Michael.

Mysteriously, they all shut down.

Let me guess: Another
drunken fight at the Wild Pony?

Sober up a little bit.

I'll get you
released the right way.

But I was looking forward
to the self-righteous lecture.

"Why you got to cause
a scene, Michael?

"Why don't you drive
the speed limit, Michael?

"Why don't you spend
your nights like I do,

"crying and masturbating

to Russian moralistic
literature, Michael?"

Hey, brother.

Had to untie
some loose ends at home,

but I'm here
for your explanation.

You have 30 seconds,
or I will melt your brain.

What did you do?

20 years of keeping this secret,

and now you up and resurrect someone?

Rosa Ortecho's sister.

You weren't there.
Okay, you didn't see it.

I couldn't just let her die.

So you do CPR. You pray.
You don't decide to be a hero.

How would you know? You've never
done anything for anybody.

Stop it, Max. Both of you.

That you would do this
to Isobel is ridic...

Everything I've ever done has
been to protect Isobel and you!

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

Max, the cameras.

He shut them off. Don't worry.

Don't worry?

I have been worried
my entire life

that someone would find out
about us.

That we would end up dissected,

imprisoned.

I am married to someone
who can't ever know who I am,

and that kills me.

But I keep this secret

because you, me and Michael
swore that we would.

And now in one moment,
you've thrown that all away

on some girl you had a thing for
in high school.

I hope she was worth it, Max.

Michael. Came knocking.
You were gone.

So you call in the cavalry?

The Air Force is
acquiring the land.

You got to move your rig.

I'll miss you.

Hey!

Hey, that's private proper...

Alex.

You're back from Baghdad.
Your father must be proud.

Load up the samples, and
I'll meet you back at base.

Yes, sir.

Finally a real Manes man.

Three-quarters of one.

What are you doing in this trailer?

Sure as hell doesn't look legal.

A little weed.
A lot of casual sex.

Oh, and covert plans

to violently overthrow
the government.

Quick, Alex.

Run and tell your daddy.

Really? Max Evans?

So vanilla. It's like
I've taught you nothing.

All our lives, that kid's
made moon eyes at you,

and now two weeks
before graduation,

you look back at him?

I guess I've been thinking
about things I'll miss, and...

maybe I don't want
to miss Max Evans.

He's already in
the rearview mirror. Trust me.

Brought you a milkshake.
To make up for the one

that got rudely interrupted last night.

And to thank you.

Look, I didn't do anything.

Okay, the shooter missed.
We were lucky.

Can you keep a secret?

Of course.

My mother is mentally ill.

My sister Rosa, too.

I think that's why she got
into drugs when we were kids.

Self-medicating, quieting voices.

And...

I was always afraid
I would end up like them.

Hallucinating.

You know, I thought I was shot,

- so I went to the hospital.
- You saw a doctor?

I saw Kyle.

I made him check to make
sure that there wasn't

a bullet in my body.

I mean, that's insane, right?
I'm insane.

Nothing happened.

Okay, maybe you were just
tired from the drive.

Or losing my mind.

Wait, Liz.

Ma'am, are you hurt?

Um, I'm okay. Let me just...
Okay. Come here.

Come on.
Let's get you checked out.

Your love line is really strong.

You're gonna marry
Lindsay and have...

three kids.
Hmm.

Congrats.

Isn't that the Ortecho girl?

I thought she went back
to her own country.

Mm. Uh-uh, Hank.

You're not distracting
me from my money

with your thinly-veiled racism.

Ten bucks a reading.

Maria. Hi.

Wild Pony is
strictly a locals bar.

Tourists usually party
at Saturn's Ring.

Two blocks over.

Okay, I guess I deserve that.

You could at least

have the decency to get an Instagram

so your high school BFF
can stalk you from afar.

I was on my way home,
but I came to thank you.

I saw what you left
at Rosa's memorial.

I can't stay long.
I have this project.

To Rosa.

To Rosa.

I've had a long day, Isobel.

I need a high school photo
of the three of us.

I worked too hard

planning this reunion to be
underrepresented

in the freaking slideshow.

Oh.

The good old days.

Just three happy kids who aren't
in danger of being dragged off

to the Pentagon by men
in hazmat suits because someone

couldn't keep his superhuman
healing hands to himself.

I'm gonna tell Liz the truth.

That's very funny.

She already went
to a hospital, Isobel.

If she talks to their forensics teams

or decides to run tests of her own, I mean,

the mark could show up...
Michael would never forgive you.

I am trying to do damage control here.

You can't just bring some stranger in.

I am not asking permission!

I'm sorry.

What are you, like, in love with her?

I haven't seen her in a decade.

You can't... ever be with her.

You know that, right?

Because even if you tell her

what you are, there
are too many secrets.

Things she can't ever know.

Fall in love with someone else, Max.

Anyone else.

It's been ten years, Iz.

If I could have,

I would have.

I still can't believe you and Max

almost got murdered together.

It's so... romantic.

You know, I thought
I felt a spark there,

but... he gave me the cold shoulder

when I asked about the shooting, so...

I'm an idiot.

I know a cure for that.
Let me guess.

More tequila?

Random sex, different guy.

I got to go,

before one of these townies
becomes an option.

Welcome back.

I was kind of hoping
I might find you here.

How's the head?

Fine. I just...
I feel like an idiot.

And I feel like a tipsy idiot,
which should be better

but actually isn't.

There's a deejay tonight,
if you want to stay,

dance it out like old times.

I don't dance in this town anymore, Kyle.

We don't need to dance, then.

Let's grab a bite, see a movie.

Whatever.

This is probably a bad idea.

I thought we were ignoring that

in favor of the whole sex thing.
Right.

It's just, uh, maybe
I'm just a distraction.

Is that a problem?

No. No. Use me.

Okay.
Use me. Absolutely.

Whoa. Liz.
What happened?

Uh, nothing.

This is probably a bad idea.

If only someone said that earlier.

Sorry. Uh, I'll call you.

My homemade alien wave detector
is never wrong.

Ever since the blackout
the other night,

it's been off the charts
here in old Roswell.

I'm telling you,
aliens are coming.

And when they do,
they're gonna rape and murder

and steal our jobs!

Liz.

I was looking for you.

I need answers. Now.

I was afraid that might happen.

Will you take a drive with me?

Master Sergeant Manes.

Kyle. Got your message.

You didn't have to come
all the way here.

I don't like phones.

Right.

Look, um... when
my dad was dying,

he was barely coherent
toward the end there,

but he'd repeat
this crazy mantra.

"If you see the
handprint, go to Manes."

Where did you see it?

With all due respect, sir,

I'm gonna need a
few answers first.

I did get shot, didn't I?

I told you
I'll explain everything

when we get up there.
I'm an idiot.

Who goes wandering
in the desert with a stranger?

I'm not a stranger.
This town makes me stupid.

I will never understand
why anyone ever stays here.

I stay here because I like it.

Look, I know people were
terrible to you when Rosa died.

But people here are good to me.

My family's happy.

You know, Isobel and
Michael won't leave.

Why? Michael outscored me
on every AP exam. He...

I thought he would get some
scholarship, change the world.

I don't think Michael
likes the world enough

to bother changing it.

Come on.

Any indication
that you're not gonna murder me

and bury my body 20 feet beneath
the desert would be super.

You're gonna need to see this
to believe it.

We think these are what kept
us safe during the crash.

The crash?

1947 UFO crash.

What are you, Max?

You already know the legend.

But 50 years after the incident,

in 1997, I woke up in here,

in one of those.

Michael and Isobel, too.

We had no memories
or rudimentary skills,

just each other.

A long-haul trucker found us,

naked, mute,
wandering the desert.

Our parents adopted
Isobel and me, but...

Michael was harder to place.

He, uh, he ended up
in foster care.

And we just assimilated.

Swore to keep our secret.

You're telling me
you're an alien?

I know it sounds crazy.

I... spent the last two days

thinking that I needed
to have myself committed.

This is...

better than that.

I mean,

your squamous epithelial cells
are not human.

Of course you stole my cells.

Magical healing
does not make sense to me.

DNA does.

You know, it's the science
that scares us the most.

We've always been terrified
that if anyone found out,

they'd put us in a lab
and, I don't know...

cut us up, experiment.

Nothing has ever mattered
to me more than protecting

Michael and Isobel
from that, until...

I saw you bleeding,
and I just...

I'll keep your secret, Max.

I promise you.

You know, I was gonna
spend my Saturday night

at my high school reunion.

I've been working out.
I'm a surgeon.

It was gonna be awesome.

You know, your father
was very proud of you

when you went to med school.

Our families have long
been in the business

of keeping people safe.

And for the past 70 years,
your ancestors and mine

have led an operation
to protect this town.

This entire planet.

Welcome to Project Shepherd, Kyle.

Why are you here?

This is so not your scene.

There are no peanut
shells on the floor,

and everyone in
the band has teeth.

Look, this matters to you,
so I'm here.

We have to go about our
normal lives, maintain cover,

from your parents, Noah...
"Maintain cover"?

Look, Max trusts Liz.

But if he's wrong,

you're gonna have to do
something about it.

No.

I don't do that anymore.

I don't mess with people's minds.

If I could do it, I would.

But I can't, so start
preparing yourself.

Hey, Izzy.

Because if Liz Ortecho
turns on any of us,

you will get inside of
her head and erase it.

Make her leave Roswell...

leave Max.

Just like you did ten years ago.

Those pods kept you incubated
in stasis for 50 years?

We think so.

Can you all heal people?

No. We all have specialties.

Like what?

I'm... I'm treating you
like a science experiment.

I'm so sorry.

Liz...

I wish I had answers for you.

There was never anyone around
to help us understand.

We grew up watching movies
where aliens abduct people

and violate them
and blow up the White House.

I'm a son.

I'm a brother.
I'm a cop.

I... My life is ordinary, which was fine,

until you blew back into it two days ago.

You asked me what I am.

I'm just a guy from Roswell.

That's it.

Max.

I considered leaving once,
after high school.

If it hadn't been for Michael and Isobel,

I would have followed you.

I mean, I would have,
I would have...

followed in your footsteps.

You know, to see the world,
or whatever.

We just, uh...
I need to get to the reunion.

It's important to Isobel.

I'll come with you.

You hate those people.

Not all of them.

So... are you, like,

some benevolent vigilante
who goes around

saving people and then
convincing them they're crazy?

I don't save people all the time.

I... I never save people.
But you're a cop.

You must see hurt people...

Max... why me?

Do you remember the
first time we met?

I... I feel like
I've just always known you.

I remember it.

I can show you, but...

I need to touch you.

Okay.

Do, um...
do whatever you want.

After high school...

you would have followed me.

Yeah.

Anywhere.

Max, I thought...

No, the handprint is a
psychic bond between us.

That's how I can show you my memories.

Right now, what you're feeling is...

...an echo of what I feel for you.

It'll wear off,
just like the handprint will.

So... I can't.

When will the handprint fade?

Couple days, maybe a week.

Fine.

I'll kiss you then.

You know, your dad was
my closest confidante.

I've been wondering if
you might come knockin'.

Everything I'm about to show you, Kyle,

everything I tell you is fact.

The 1947 crash.

That's real.

And the unidentified
flying object was a ship,

carrying an army of... monsters.

Most of them died that night,

but at least one survived,
and if you saw a handprint...

...that means the violence isn't over.

Are you cooking meth?

Yeah.

Absolutely.

I'm serious.

My chemical engineers found high
levels of phenyl-2-propanone

around your Airstream.

It's not P2P they're detecting.

Similar.

You should find yourself
some better engineers.

You are wasting
your life, Guerin.

You trying to hold
my hand, Private?

Does the macho cowboy swagger
thing ever get old with you?

Did it get old for you?

Thank you.

Seriously? Ugh.

Is this a joke?

I see you dying alone,

probably pretty soon, of, um...

syphilis.

Look at her.

I thought Liz Ortecho
went back to Mexico.

Wasn't she, like,
deported or something?

This was a bad idea.

Uh, this town...
Yeah, I know.

Listen, we don't have to stay.

All right?
Isobel will understand.

Rosa's sister. Do you see that?

- Her sister murdered two people.
- Come on.

I'll take you home.

One, two, three, four.

I can't leave now.

This is my song.

Nostalgia's a bitch, huh?

I thought for sure
when I got back from Iraq

you would be long gone.

Is that what you want?

We're not kids anymore.

What I want doesn't matter.

So you told her.
I did.

She wasn't scared.
She wasn't angry.

She didn't run away.

We can trust her.

Right.

They are a violent race.

They despise compassion.

They despise freedom, love,

and they thrive on our tragedy.

So I'm guessing you didn't
tell her the truth about...

She can never know about that.

She can never know about
what happened to Rosa.

They are,
at their very core, killers.