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Previously
on Roswell, New Mexico...

Why?
I ran out of reasons not to.

It'll never happen again.

What are you doing?
There's something in my boot.

ALEX:
That's Maria's necklace.

I want to know who you are,
Guerin.

Do you want to know who I am?

Or do you want to
know what I am?

These are the letters my dad
wrote when he was dying.

My dad's alien Rosetta stone.

It's somewhere
in all this crazy.

Master Sergeant Manes gave me

this file. All 14 of them

killed by
a mysterious handprint.

We are investigating
an alien serial killer.

Rosa wasn't
the only person murdered.

I think there's a fourth alien.

My father didn't die
of a brain tumor.

I need to talk to my mom.

ISOBEL: I don't know why
I would have killed her.

LIZ:
If you don't know why,

how can you guarantee
it won't happen again?

I was trying to create a serum

that would mute your powers,

but instead,
it is killing Isobel.

You can create the antidote.

These pods are our key
to keeping Isobel alive,

in stasis, while we work.

Last time we came out of those
pods, we lost our memories.

What if she comes out,
she doesn't remember us?

NOAH:
My wife is missing.

(Isobel panting)

Okay.

Hey.

It's okay.
It's okay.

All right? Do you
remember anything?

Hey, it's just me,
okay? It's just me.

Do you remember me?

Max.

Did you find a cure?

We're about to find out.

♪ ♪

("You Worry Me" by Nathaniel
Rateliff & The Night Sweats)

Mom is gonna smother
you at Thanksgiving.

Just let her, okay?
(groans)

These last few weeks
have been hard on her.

What?

Are you serious?

He's still president?

I'm not putting you
back in a pod, Isobel.

How is that even possible?
(laughs)

LIZ:
Okay.

Looks like all normal activity

has returned
to your mitochondrial DNA.

And the bad news?

Drugs have side effects.

I mean, this is bathtub gin,
and anything can happen.

Kyle is going to examine you
when he can,

but everything seems stable.

She's an alien again.

I'll give you two some time.

♪ Leave it all out there
to dry... ♪

Thank you...

Liz.

Thank you for everything.

♪ I'm gonna leave it all
out there ♪

♪ To dry up... ♪

"Thank you, Liz.

"For everything.

"For your gentle caress,

"for drowning me

"in the sweet chocolate depth
of your eyes,

for your lingering
scent of desert rose."

Whoa, what?

Come on.

I forgot what it's like
to see you happy.

♪ You worry me. ♪

Hey.

Hey. You-you don't
have to leave.

(sighs) I do.

I've forgiven you,

but Isobel is still the girl
who killed my sister,

and I just gave her
her powers back.

And I keep thinking...

It's hard for me.

Anyway,

things are pretty crazy
at the hospital.

The grant
just got announced

for the stem cell study,

and there have been
some threats.

I heard about the protests.

Pushing boundaries
makes small minds very angry.

But now that I finished
the antidote,

I have to get back
to focusing on humans.

You, on the other hand...

When are you gonna tell Isobel
about the fourth alien?

(sighs) I don't know.

Figured I'd give her a day
to get her life back.

In the meantime,

I got to do my job and try
and catch the bastard.

Be safe, Max.

(vehicle approaching)

Cameron.

Kyle told her.
She knows everything.

Oh, she's the one
who discovered the serial killer

and the cover-up.

Okay.

You go do your job.

I'm gonna go do mine.

Keep me posted.

Okay.
(door closes, engine starts)

Off duty?
Yeah, well, um,

hunting an alien murderer

isn't exactly
official police business.

You okay?

I can erase your mind if you
regret what you know now.

What? You can do that?

No, but that would be
pretty cool.

Look, ask whatever you want.

So, the three of you
were found together,

but why were Max and Isobel
adopted separately?

I just told you
I survived a UFO crash.

I gestated in a pod for
half a century, and I hatched.

And you want to know
about my family problems?

Look, I've known
about alien stuff for months.

I want to know about you.

The Evanses came
into the group home one day

to adopt one kid,
and they adopted two.

They're good people.

Maybe I just smelled
like trouble.

Where'd you go after that?
The system.

First, uh, it was a couple of
angry meth heads in Albuquerque,

and then a violent drunk
in, uh, in Santa Fe.

I was 11 when I got sent back
to Roswell.

Fundamentalist religious freaks.

After that, I'd take

an angry addict any day.

But it did bring me back
to Max and Isobel.

And I was just, uh...

I was really relieved.

They had an easier time.

I showed you mine,
now you show me yours.

How'd you know about me?

Massive government conspiracy.

(chuckles softly)

CAMERON: Here's what
I've learned, Evans.

14 phony autopsies,

all reeking
of government cover-up.

My contacts suggested
that the real autopsies

have been destroyed,
but I think...

Cam, aren't we
skipping a step here?

Oh, you mean the part
where I gasp and I faint

because you're an alien?

Or the part where I hate you
for lying to me for years?

Or the part where I ask
if I should be worried

about some freaky,
interplanetary STDs?

Cameron, I can't apologize for
trying to protect my family.

We've had this secret
our whole lives.

But I don't like lying to you.

I'm sorry that I hurt you.

Can we go chase bad guys now?

Find our fourth alien?

And were you close
with Dad's doctors?

Did you ever get a second
opinion after his diagnosis?

I know you pulled your father's
medical records last week.

Why don't you tell me
what's going on.

Dad had a CT scan
after his bike accident

on Valentine's Day, 2014.

Mm-hmm.
No abnormalities.

By March 1,
there's a tumor so big

you can barely see where it ends
and the brain begins.

The oncologist said
the cancer was accelerated.

They thought it was due
to some environmental exposure.

You're a cop, Mom.

You didn't think
to question that?

I saw the tumor
on his scans, Kyle.

I watched your father disappear
into himself

in a matter of days.

What was I supposed to do,
open up a murder investigation

over cancer?

I'm sorry.
I wish there was
something, anything

I could have done.

But there was nothing.

MICHAEL:
So, this is my big secret.

You're building something?

Uh... trying to.

It's like trying to bring
a T. rex back to life

with a couple scraps of bone.

Why are you showing me this,
Guerin?

I just told you that my family's

been targeting yours
for generations.

I've been sick of secrets
for a long time now.

And if anyone's
gonna destroy me...

might as well be you.

No one's ever seen this before.

I'm pretty sure it's a console.

The ship's
central control panel.

I think it's the key
to everything.

I think it's my only way out.

♪ ♪

Oh, karaoke's
not till Saturday night,

but for you,
I can make an exception.

(scoffs) Yeah, no.
Evans doesn't sing.

It's kind of a thing.

Oh.

Are you fricking kidding me?

MAX:
I-I appreciate the offer,

but we're actually here
on police business.

Do you recognize this?

That's my door stamp. Yeah.

There have been
a few unexplained deaths.

One link between
all of the victims

is that they had that stamp
on their wrists when they died.

Oh. We only stamp
on Ranchero Night.

Twice a month,
we open our doors

to people who need
free meals, live music.

Mom started it.

Are there any
suspicious characters?

Addicts? Vagrants?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.

But it's a judge-free zone.

Maybe check out Racist Hank?

Hank Gibbons?

His band has been the live music

on Ranchero Night
since we were kids.

Well, that seems
a little off-brand for him.

Well, they're terrible,
so they play for free.

'Cause they're terrible.

(laughs)

You know where we can find him?

Yeah, uh, same place he's been

since his BFF, Racist Wyatt,
got locked up.

He's, uh... (clicks tongue)

♪ Don't let it stop
your confidence ♪

♪ No, I can't watch you
go down like this... ♪

(sighs)

(door opens)

♪ Hope you're not
feeling like giving up... ♪

Hi.

Oh, baby, I missed you.

Listen, Noah, there are some
things that I have to tell you,

so...

I think
you should sit down.

♪ Just close your eyes. ♪

What are you doing?

I don't know.

I saw you in an egg, so
I freaked out and bought a gun.

I don't-- I don't--
I don't even want a gun.

But I'm married
to an egg person.
Noah,

could you put down the gun?

Baby,

I come in peace.

So the egg froze you
while Liz Ortecho found a way

to turn you back into an alien

after you tried
to turn yourself human

so that you
wouldn't black out

and murder people
with your magic hands.

I really prefer
"pod" to "egg."

(exhales)

Where are you from?

We don't know.

So, Max and Michael, too.

Oh, God.

They're cowboys.

And aliens.

Cowboys and aliens.

It's against the laws
of nature, Isobel. I...

I know.

Did you get in my head?

Did you influence me?
Did you--

did you make me love you?

Did I even choose
this sweater?

God, Noah, no.

I would never choose
that sweater.

And I've never used my
abilities on you, Noah.

Am I just a cover for you?

No.

Noah, I love you.

You're kind

and you're smart

and you are so... sexy.

Sometimes I literally
just want to fuse

my skin into yours.

Is that a thing you can do?

No.

I love you,

Noah.

I love you, too.

(exhales)

(moans softly)

Mm.

I can't believe I've literally
been probed by an alien.

(chuckles)

What happened
between Dad and Manes?

VALENTI:
They were friends.

Their relationship
didn't sour

till you were a teenager.

Do you know why?

Jim said Jesse had no code.

He always said that.

What he meant was

Jesse had a different code.

Your father wasn't really
fit to judge, in the end.

He cheated on me.

Once with a girl half his age.

She was his daughter.

What?

Rosa Ortecho.

Dad wasn't sleeping
with her.

She was his daughter.

He was cheating
with her mother.

I saw letters
he wrote her

while he was helping her
get clean.

He was being a good dad.

(scoffs)
Yeah.

Yeah, that was the code.

The unbreakable
moral line.

Protect your children
at all costs.

(sniffles)

Dad's letters.

He wrote them
for you.

I've pored over them
countless times,

seeking comfort,

a reason,

maybe a clue.

You should have them.

You built this thing?

MICHAEL:
Sort of.

It kind of builds itself.

Pieces want to be together.

What do you mean
they want to be?

When they fit,

the molecules knit
together on contact.

It's like it was
never broken at all.

If I can find the rest,
I can attach this to a vehicle

and...
A vehicle?

You're trying to leave.

The planet.

I, uh...

I think I need a little time

to process all of this.

Um, the storm's
getting closer

and I don't really want
to get snowed in here, so...

let's just talk later, okay?

(gags)
MARIA: Yeah,

all yours.

(groans, sniffs)

Why don't you tell us
about last Cinco de Mayo.

Did you go straight home?

I was arrested
last Cinco de Mayo.

On a drunk
and disorderly.

But you were
never processed.

Wyatt Long's dad
saved your ass.

So, did you go
straight home?

Is this about Carla?

Cinco de Mayo was the last time
I ever saw Carla here.

I miss seeing her.

Oh, she was hot.

Her body was recovered

in the Arroyo
on May 11.

She'd been dead for days
by then.

She was talking to a guy
that night.

I got a little jealous.

That's why I got the
drunk and disorderly.

I fought him.

Can you describe
this guy to us?

He's one shady mother.

Untrustworthy eyes.

Bad in his bones, you know?

I think that's Hankspeak
for "he wasn't white."

Can you provide any more detail
to us on him?

Okay, so,

romantic picnic checklist:

wine-- very important--

check.

Cheese...

that expired a month ago.

This house
absolutely falls apart

when my wife
is frozen in stasis.

Okay, so no cheese.

Extra wine.

I like the way you think.

(clinking)

(clinking, cork pops)

(wine pouring)

What are you doing?

Mayhem, mischief,

delinquent behavior.

What can I say,
I'm on a crime spree.

Can I try?
You?

Isobel Evans?

You've never even spoken
to me before.

I'm sick of being
Isobel Evans.

Yeah, I know
the feeling.

Yeah?
Are you kidding?

It's, like,
a Roswell rite of passage.

One day, everybody in this town
just gets together

and they, like,
decide who you are,

and that's who you get to be.

Forever. End of story.

Doesn't matter
if you change

or improve or figure out

that you're not even who you
thought you were to begin with.

You don't seem like you care
what they think.

I don't.

Aren't you afraid that
somebody's gonna see us talking?

Maybe I'm not who
everyone decided I am.

Okay.

Fine.

What is that?

It's nothing.

Ready to go?

All this time,
I never remembered her.

I-I didn't even
think I knew her.

But I remember now.

I was friends

with Rosa Ortecho.

End abuse now!
End abuse now!

End abuse now!
End abuse now!

(Noah sputters)

Guess it really wasn't
picnic weather anyway.

End abuse now!
End abuse now!
Listen, Noah,

I want to be with you,
completely.

That's why I told you
the truth today.

But I can't be complete
without my memories.

Hence, why I turn
to Liz Ortecho.

Stolen stem cells...

Do you think that you could...
hold my hand through this?

Stolen stem cells...

Mm-hmm.

PROTESTERS:
...will send you to Hell!

End abuse now!

End abuse now!
End abuse now!

Imagine spending
your entire life

standing in the way
of progress.

I'm with you.

But at what point
does scientific progress

just become about man
playing God, hmm?

Maybe there's just some stuff
we aren't meant to know.

End abuse now!

(high-pitched ringing)

Look,

the dissent sea parted.

This will never get
less weird.

End abuse now!
End abuse now!

Two of hearts.

Ace of spades.

Queen of hearts.

Oh. Oh.
(chuckles)

You're trying to play dirty.

You're thinking
three of diamonds,

but the card that you're holding
is a joker.

(chuckles)

Thanks for comin'.

Very impressive.

(chuckles)
You preparing
for your Vegas act?

Oh, no. You should
be thanking them.

They just paid
for your booze.

Here you go.

To what do I owe the honor
of your day drinking, hmm?

Please tell me it's
just a standard,

run-of-the-mill
boy problem.

I can't handle anything
more thrilling than that.

Max was in here earlier
investigating a literal murder.

Ah. Right.

You don't look surprised.

Yeah, it's a long story.

But you are in luck.

It is just a standard,

run-of-the-mill boy problem.

Oh, come on.

Don't give me psychic face,
Maria.

It's the guy from the museum,

the one that kissed
you into crazy

stupid love when we were kids.

He's back?

Wha...
How-how do you do that?

You're just...

I feel it,
you're-you're hopeful,

like you were before.

Who is he?
Come on, spill it.

I've been waiting
ten years for this.

Come on.
You... you wouldn't believe it.

It's not like you're
hooking up with Wyatt Long

or Michael Guerin or something.

Geez.

Please tell me you're in love
with Wyatt Long.

Wow.

(exhales)

Michael's not so bad
after a shower.

But you know that.

I had no idea...

I know.

I mean,

how would you?

It meant nothing, Alex.

Seriously, I swear,
it was just a drunk, dusty,

no-good Texas rounder.

Okay.

I don't know, it was like...

we were friends.

You know?
Like, I could feel it.

It was the beginning
of a deep bond.
Must be a side effect

of my antidote.

Your damaged cells
are regenerating.

That includes brain cells, so...

parts of your brain
that have gone dark

are lighting up again.

You remember
meeting her.

What else do you remember?
Nothing. That's it.

It's disjointed.
I-I need more antidote.

What? No. Absolutely not.
Liz,

I need to know. I...

I need to know why I killed her.

You don't think
I want to know that?

I cannot administer
another dose.

Your powers could come
back stronger than ever,

and you could still
be dangerous.
Okay, look, lady,

I'm currently being
very courteous.

I could jump into your mind
and make you do it,

but... I'd like for us to be
on the same team here, okay?

I know how much
Max cares about you.

And I know how much you care

about getting information
about Rosa.

So... work with me here.

NOAH:
What are the side effects again?

She gets extra alien-y?

I am... only going
to administer a microdose.

Should be enough to
kick-start the brain.

If it's not, I
cannot help you.

(alarm blaring)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Please evacuate this building.

Does "mandatory evacuation"
mean something different

in hospitals?
It's an active shooter drill.
We have them all the time.

Some, uh, wings
of the hospital lock down,

others evacuate.

Please evacuate...
(gunshots, screaming)

Babe, we got to go.

This isn't a drill.
Liz, come on.

LIZ: They can't be exposed
to light this long.
Liz, come on!

(gunshot)
ISOBEL:
Oh, my God!

(yells)

Oh, my God!
(groans)

I got hit. (groans)
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I was this close
to embarking

on a real bender
at the Wild Pony.

What's going on?

Before my dad died,
he wrote me these letters.

My mom hid them from me,
but Master Sergeant
Manes wanted them.

Badly.

So I stole them
and gave him copies.

Today my mom gave me
the originals.

Didn't share the part
about breaking and entering
to the sheriff.

What the hell is that?

Oh, you know.
Just a fragment

of a 70-year-old UFO.

Your dad left it
for me in the cabin.

Some of the symbols
in these letters

match the symbols on this glass.

I wonder if it correlates to
a specific mathematical cipher.

I'll start with the
Fibonacci sequence,

and then maybe Shor's algorithm.

My dad wasn't some type
of genius cryptographer.

He was
a small-town man.

You're right. Um...

(sighs) Well, maybe he used
these alien symbols

to send you
a coded message.

The, uh, symbols representing
the English alphabet.

It's possible.

All right, I need a key word
or a phrase to crack this.

It'd probably be something
only you two would know,

something personal.

Try "Magoo."

(tapping keyboard)

(beeping)

It was my nickname.

I wish I knew that
in high school. (chuckles)

I don't know,
he was sick, man.

I mean, we're lucky that
any of this makes sense.

(beeping continues)

Maybe he just wanted
to tell you he loves you.

In code?

Get all those people out.

WOMAN:
The elevator has to be empty.
No. You need to clear

that back stairway.
WOMAN 2:
Okay, watch your step.

Right this way, ma'am.

Keep it moving.

Evans, Cameron,
we're gonna need you to go...

Okay, is the suspect
still at large?

Are there victims?

We're following protocol,
waiting on word

from the county SWAT team.
Evans!

(alarm blaring)
Everything is
gonna be okay.

Just stay quiet.

If he comes back...
Oh, God.

He needs a real doctor.
I've got this.

It just grazed
him, okay?

But there is still an active
shooter out there, so...

just stay
quiet, please.

(pounding, rattling)

(pounding stops)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Please evacuate this building.

Please evacuate this building.

(whispers):
Wait a second.

NOAH:
Isobel, no.
Oh, my God!

Isobel, hey, hey.
Wait.

Max.

It's Max.

Is anyone hurt?

I was freakin' shot, man.

Isobel, okay.
Okay, we'll get you
out of here, all right?

Okay.

Stay behind me.
Okay.

Keep it moving.
Keep it moving.

(siren wailing)

Okay, come on.
Paramedics are over there.
They'll take a look at Noah.

Text Mom and Dad,
let them know we're okay.

All right? You stay
with them, please.

No. Max!
I'll be back.

Max!
Max!

Okay, come on, let's go.

(alarm continues blaring)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Please evacuate this building.

(alarm blaring)
This way. Okay?

Uh-huh.

MAN: Right this way,
to the stairwell.

(indistinct chatter)

(siren wailing in distance)

(indistinct chatter)

Have it?
Thank you.

It's fine, okay?
It's gonna be fine.
Everything's fine.

Hey, I know you're
freaking out about Max.

I'm freaking out about Max, too.
Baby,

I am freaking out about you.

Did she get any more
of the antidote you need

before the gunshots?

Do you have any more memories?

No. I don't think
I got a big enough dose,

or maybe it
doesn't work like that.

Or maybe she just jabbed my arm
with a needle

to arbitrarily inflict pain.

Not that I don't deserve it.
MAN: Ma'am? Ma'am?

¿Habla inglés?
LIZ: Sí, hablo inglés,
muchacho.

I don't need
to be triaged.

She seems like a lot.

It's not my blood.

Is he still in there?

Evans isn't responding
to his radio, commands

or his sense of logic.

He always has
to be the hero.

Not really.

This is actually kind of new.

Is that smoke?

That's the research wing.

(people murmuring)

Hey, please, don't
make me handcuff you.

(muttering in Spanish)

(Rosa muttering in Spanish)

(muttering continues)

(Rosa continues muttering
in Spanish)

Bad day?
Just doesn't matter

what I do.
You know what I mean?

Like, it doesn't matter
how good I try to be.

Everybody in this town
is just always going
to remember me for the bad,

no matter what.
They're always going
to think of me

as the bad Ortecho,
if I even am an Ortecho.

My mom, she's a liar,

and she's gonna turn me
into a liar, too.
Shh.

Oh, crap.

Sorry. Are you
not a... hugger?

I just...

kind of felt like
you needed a...

No, I did. I just...

I didn't realize it.

ROSA: You said that you didn't
care about my reputation.

I'm not ashamed of you.
So then why act

like you don't know me?

I know I've been...
acting weird lately.

I wish I could be

who I am with you all the time.

ISOBEL:
Rosa?

Who did this?

It was Kate and Jasmine.

They're pissed that
I stopped partying.

I thought Kate Long
was my friend.

(voice distorts, echoes)

And my mom sucks and
Liz is gonna leave,

and I can't
handle it, okay?

♪ ♪

Isobel?

You okay?

Huh? Oh.

Yeah. I'll be fine
as soon as Max is safe.

Isobel! Iz.
(gasps)
Michael!

(laughs)

Oh.

You guys okay?

Where's Max?

(loud, indistinct chatter)

Sheriff's department.

I'm armed.

Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.
I didn't want to do this.

Put that down. Slowly.

I don't remember.
I was outside

with my "Invasion
of the Baby Snatchers" poster,

and then, I was down here,

and it smells like smoke--
I don't know-- and with this!

Put the gun down!

Are you telling me

you blacked out
shooting up a hospital?

I would never, ever do this.

I don't even like guns.

I can't own a...
(gasps sharply)

(gasping loudly)

(groaning)

Hey. The sheriff is transporting
our perp to county.

The perp is my barista.

He works at Bean Me Up.

He draws little UFOs
on the foam.

He wouldn't do this.

He says he remembers nothing.

It's starting to become
a familiar refrain.

You shouldn't have gone in there
without backup, Evans.

I caught the guy, didn't I?

Liz was really scared.

I don't think she took a breath
till Valenti said you were safe.

Do you know where
I can find her?

Well, they just started letting
people back into the east wing.

All right. Thank you.

So I've been having
these flashes of Rosa.

(sighs)
I don't know.

I think I was, like,
in love with her.

In this memory, like,
I could feel it.

Like I wanted her.

And I wanted
to hurt anyone that hurt her.

Okay.

Okay? That's... You don't
have anything else to say?

Um... welcome to the party?

It's a real bisexual
alien blast around here.

(chuckles)

I need to know more.

So please tell me I know you
as well as I think I do.

(high-pitched ringing)

MICHAEL:
I swiped it yesterday.

(gasps)
You little street rat!

Hey, look, Liz...

isn't so bad,
but I don't trust anyone.

If she's got an alien poison,
I'm gonna squirrel away

the antidote.
I knew you'd steal some.

Hey! Whoa,
whoa, whoa.

This is all we have left,

and you drank
more than enough.

Oh, okay.

So what shall we do
while we wait?

I'm gonna go home
and be with Noah.

Ooh, let me
get this straight.

You want to go home

to your human husband

while an experimental
alien-death-serum antidote

triggers repressed
murder memories in your brain?

He loves me.

I really missed you.

I'd say I missed you, too, but

time didn't really pass for me,
so it's more like I blinked,

and suddenly, it's cold,
and, like, your hair is

significantly worse.

Right.

(laughs)

Well, I'm glad you're safe.

I'm just so relieved
you weren't at work today.

A friend and I were trying
to decipher Dad's letters.

Learn anything new?
Does the name "Caulfield"

mean anything to you?

Ah.
It's repeated
in Dad's letters.

Someone he knew?

N-No, it's not a
person. It's a place.

It's a prison
a hundred miles north of here.

Your grandfather started
his career as a C.O. there,

but it's-it's been
shut down for decades.

(sighs)

You know how confused
your dad was at the end.

Right.

Yeah, of course.

(door opens)

We're closed.
(door closes)

You found my necklace.

Clasp broke.

I fixed it.

I think it calls
for a celebration.

And by celebration,
I mean booze,

preferably the free kind.

Alex is one of my best friends.

Congrats.

I never would have
slept with you

if I knew you two had history.

It can't happen again.

You keep saying that.

I got it.

Come back when we're open.

Right.

(gasps)

(footsteps approaching)

Oh, Valenti said
you caught the shooter.

I-I was looking for you. I...

I didn't want to interfere.

She said you were okay, but...

are you okay?
Are you?

Then I'm okay.

Liz, this was the only part
of the hospital that burned.

I think this was
a targeted attack.

I figured.

The damage is gonna
set us back months,

and we'll have to start over,
if the board even lets us.

The wrong side won today.

Our suspect is Connor Smith.

He's a pacifist who likes
latte art. He says he doesn't

remember doing any of this,
that he blacked it out.

When I found him,
he didn't seem violent.

He was cowering, and
then, he had a seizure,

so I hauled him out.

Wait. Connor. He used to work

at the Crashdown before
he abandoned us for Bean Me Up.

He's epileptic.
That would explain
the seizure.

Max, what...?

No. What-what if
this isn't about my study?

What if this is about

the other things
I've been working on in here?

The antidote and the serum--
they're all gone.

Today was like Wyatt Long

at Grant Green's
warehouse all over again.

Wyatt said that he blacked out

after a bender at the Wild Pony
when he torched me.

Connor has epileptic blackouts.
I mean...

What if the fourth alien can...?

Get in people's mind
when they're blacked out

and convince them
to commit murder?

You said
Isobel's blackouts started

after trauma
when you were a kid.

Yeah.
So all three murderers

have preexisting conditions
that cause blackouts.

But what if we're not looking
for three murderers?

What if we're just looking for
one murderous mind-influencer?

Wait. You're suggesting that
Isobel didn't kill Rosa at all,

that someone made her do it.

Yes, Max.

I think maybe your sister
is innocent of all of this.

Mm.

(yawning)

ROSA:
I don't want to hurt you, but
you need to leave me alone...

(voice distorting, echoing)

ROSA:
Oh, my God.

Oh.

My God. What the hell?

Where is it?!

(grunts loudly)

Did you steal my backpack?
Izzie, I need that ticket.

Okay? I know that you don't
want me to go, but I have to.

You don't have to go anywhere.

I took care of it.

Come with me.

Let me show you how I'll never
let anything hurt you.

Look, I'm sorry
that I don't like you like that.

Okay, I don't
want to hurt you,

but you really have
to leave me alone.

This isn't me, Rosa.

This isn't my body.

I can be anything
you want me to be.

Oh, God. You're
higher than I am.

I'm not Isobel.

You want someone strong.

Someone who will protect you,

who won't leave you.

(sighs)

I can be that man.

I killed those girls for you.

You...

Kate and Jasmine.

No.

I snapped their little necks.

They're outside.

Come and see.

Come.

See.

Okay.

Show me.

(gasps)

You're lying to me.

(gasps)

(voice breaking):
I can feel what you feel.

You hate me now,
don't you? Aah.

You don't want
to be mine?

MICHAEL:
Isobel?!

But I did it for you.

Everything was for you.

(exhales)

What did you do?

She couldn't be trusted.

MAX:
Isobel?

(echoes):
No!