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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Howdy, partner.

-ISOBEL: What did he do to you? -He told me I'm a clone.

I think someone's getting murdered.

Have you been mainlining acetone?

A couple days ago, it stopped working.

-My heart is racing. -All signs of late-stage heart failure.

It was your dad's.

-JIM: Magoo? Are you there? -Dad?

Hey, why are you pushing me away?

MAX: I can't do this anymore.

Goodbye, Liz.

We're connected, you and I.

Make it stop. Set me free.

You are broken, Max.[shouts]

[grunts]

♪ We spotted the ocean

[seabirds screeching]

♪ At the head of the trail

♪ Where are we going?

Max?♪ So far away...

How are you here?

I drove all night. I-I had to.

I'm so sorry.

-I made a mistake. -I don't understand.

I should never have pushed you away.

I was...

I was scared.

Of what?

I can't be me without you.

♪ Step on the stones

Come back to me.

♪ Flesh becomes water...

[seabirds screeching loudly]

[distorted squawking]

[grunts]

[gasping]

[gasps]

♪

♪

♪ Got a devil on my shoulder

♪ He's got a hold on me

♪ I got a devil on my shoulder

♪ He do what he please

♪ He gets me in trouble

♪ He gets me in deep

♪ That devil on my shoulder

♪ He's got a hold on me [buzzing]

♪ Got a hold on me

♪ Whoa...

♪ There's a devil

♪ On my shoulder

♪ He's making plans

♪ This devil on my shoulder

♪ Put a gun in my hand

♪ He whispers in my ear [high-pitched ringing]

♪ When my will is weak [rumbling]

♪ This devil on my shoulder

♪ Has got me on my knees

♪ Got me on my knees

♪ Whoa...

♪ There's a devil on my shoulder ♪

♪ When I look in the mirror

♪ I don't like what I see

♪ Oh, devil, please

♪ Won't you let me be?

♪ Oh, devil

♪ Let me be

♪ Got a devil on my shoulder.

[sneezes]

[groans]

This is your plan?

Get me high?

Hope I hallucinate some answers?

I fell down a rabbit hole of drug studies this morning.

Veterans are using it to treat their PTSD.

It's helping them access their subconscious.

So I figure it should help us find your memory of the funeral.

You just say "us"?

Every quest needs a guide.

I mean, how do you expect to find Wonderland

without a white rabbit?

Okay, first of all,

my body-- not your Wonderland.

Maria. [sighs]

The Lincoln Fire is 40% contained.

That means, by next week, no more ash.

This funeral is happening soon,

so could you just drop the lone wolf act

and let me help you?

Okay, but one snarky comment out of you,

and I'm conjuring up some big bodyguards

to haul you away.

They better be hot, though.

[both sigh]

[distorted laughter][can spraying]

[distorted chatter]

[gun clicks]

[billiard balls clatter]

[electronic feedback]

♪

Aw, look.

Our family trees are kissing. [chuckles]

All this nonsense going on here,

and that's the one thing that you notice?

If you like piña coladas,

they're on the house. [chuckles]

I mean, obviously. -It is your mind. -Mm-mm.

No, no, no. These are not my thoughts.

Mm, yes and no.

Half this mess is yours, Iz.

[chuckles] MARIA: Great.

Could you send us to the psychic vision section?

-Oh. -We're looking for...

The funeral.

Mm-hmm. I know.

Only you can find it, Maria.

You can't see the rest of that funeral

because you don't want to.

I threw myself off a building.

But think of it like a repressed memory.

It unsettles you.

So, your unconscious buried it

underneath all this. [chuckles]

Everyone in here represents a hidden truth.

Confront them, you'll get where you want to go.

Ignore them, you got to stay with me.

You have got to be scrooging me.

It's simple really. Bare your soul.

[board breaks]

That one's got to be yours.

What is she doing here, Isobel?

It might have something to do with this...

dream I have of opening up

a self-defense school for little girls.

Like Miyagi-Do.

Poof!

Just like the Cheshire Cat.

Oh, God! That reminds me. Hold on.

You're late.

[scoffs] You had to mention Wonderland, huh?

TAYLOR: Safety is a shared endeavor

that guarantees fairness

and respect for all.

Back in Lovington,

I took a broken contract, and I rebuilt it.

It took trust,

and it took order, but we did it.

How do you intend to respond to the recent string

of robberies targeting people of color?

I intend to get to the bottom of it.

Black lives matter,

as do brown, red, white, blue.

And because we're in Roswell-- green.

[scattered laughter] Now let me point you in the direction

of the other thing I'm good at:

Hatch green chile cheeseburgers.

[cheering, whooping]

Look, I'll tell you one thing,

this town's missing a Valenti.

[can spraying]

[siren chirps]

♪

[panting]

WYATT:

Rosalinda?

Boo.[gasps] Whoa.

[sighs][chuckles]

Am I losing my edge?

Just your earring.

You recognized my earring.

Who's that?

Our Lady of Guadalupe.

She's the patron saint of Mexico.

She's basically bigger than Jesus.

So, she's got, like, better powers?

[chuckles]

She has Mexican powers.

"There's a crack in everything.

That's how the light gets in."

That's Leonard Cohen, right?

You barely remember who you are,

but you remember "Anthem" lyrics?

I found the box set with some of my old stuff from high school.

Thought it might help me remember...

[sighs] something.

Did it?

Nope.

Which sucks,

because I'm sort of getting the sense that something...

something pretty bad happened to my sister.

Something my mom doesn't want me to find out.

You didn't just google it?

Well, I also get the sense that it's the sort of thing

you don't really want to find with an ad banner next to it.

[chuckles] So...

I thought I'd ask you.

[chuckles]: Me?

Why not...

why not Jordan?

'Cause he's mean, and you're...

...not.

I don't know anything.

[high-pitched ringing]

This is why they were mining it.

[door closes]

Did you just make an intergalactic IPA?

What do you want, Valenti?

Your help.

Last night,

this radio dialed itself to a frequency

way beyond the normal broadcast band

and played something weird.

No.

[high-pitched ringing] Whoa, whoa. Hey!

I'm all stocked up on stubborn,

and I know that you would be interested in...

[electronic feedback]

Whoa.

Did that just...

JIM: Magoo? Are you there?

If you've...

...you've come too far...

Is that your dad?

Speaking through a hundred-year-old glowing radio

that's reacting to your magic rock.

[static crackling]

Now you interested?

♪

Max told me about the clone.

But he left out the part about magic pebbles.

Used to be regular old turquoise,

but the crash of '47 changed its composition somehow.

My mom was mining it.

And from what I can tell, it amplifies

the chemical properties in anything

that conducts a current.

Alien glass.

That explains the glow.

It's wedged in there pretty good.

MICHAEL: Getting it in is easy.

Fixing this crack,

that's gonna take some skill.

KYLE: And you think my dad

somehow put his message in alien glass?

Better question is,

why did your old man hide it in a broken radio?

[sighs] I don't know,

but my great-grandfather built it.

Used to be the family business.

Hmm.

-Wow. -KYLE: Mm-hmm.

"In times of trouble, let this be your guide."

[chuckles]

They were poets, too.

Can you fix it?

Uh, boosting the properties of the glass

could create an ionic bond.

Yeah, like alien Lego.

Grab the pliers.

We're doing surgery.

[soft piano music playing]

[seabirds screeching]

Oh, I-I know what you're gonna say,

but I already did the rounds.

Mm. Uh, well, then let me humbly suggest

that we do them again.

This event is honoring you, Liz.

And by the way, our guests in there, they do fund

your very unorthodox scientific ideas,

and thus, my car.

Well, maybe they shouldn't.

Oh, so then, this is about Roswell.

You found the old spores in your lab,

but there was no DNA.

The spores are still in my bag.

What, you haven't even tried them yet?

What's going on, Liz?

I've spent so much time trying to convince these people

that I belong here, and I...

I haven't asked myself if this is where

I'm supposed to be.

You mean on a balcony with a stunning view

-and funding for days? -Heath...

I want to help people.

So we should look -at your spores. -No.

'Cause once we do, Genoryx is gonna own

whatever becomes of them.

And without Genoryx,

you won't have a breakthrough at all.

You don't have the resources.

Exactly why I'm conflicted.

Okay, I've never told you this.

[clears throat]: Uh...

I failed out of Johns Hopkins.

I was sure as hell that one day I would save the world.

My professor disagreed.

For a long time, I questioned all of it.

The whole reason that I got into this in the first place.

Mm. So what'd you do?

Well, I wallowed, I ate a case of Twinkies,

and then I numbed my brain on video games.

And then, luckily, I had a friend

who pulled me out of my head long enough

to see my way through.

So I should download Call of Duty?

[laughs softly]

Well, maybe skip the download.

♪

[grunts][cries out]

[grunting]

[animal whimpering]

[whimpering]

[sighs]

I didn't mean to hit you, buddy.

My emotions just got the best of me.

[scoffs] They think I'm a monster.

Now I know why.

So what do you think?

[whimpers]

[high-pitched ringing]

Had I known this would be such a delicate procedure,

I would have brought my hemostatic clamps.

A poor craftsman blames his tools.

If I mess this up, the only tool I'm blaming is you.

Would you look at that. Hmm?

MICHAEL: This baby's both a transmitter and a receiver.

I wonder who this walkie-ET-talkie calls out to.

Can you focus, please?

I've just got to fuse this last piece.

Keep those steady hands steady and...

All right.

You can relax now.

It's done.

So what do we do now?[rumbling]

Take cover. Take cover!

[rumbling stops]

[static crackling]

JIM [over radio]: If you've figured out how to extract this message

from the glass, then you've come too far.

I probably only have a few minutes

before I slip out of lucidity.

Ever since the crash of '47, our family

has chosen to protect the Others.

It seemed like the right decision to protect those

who are persecuted for being different.

But it wasn't. Not for your grandfather.

Not for me.

Walk away, Kyle, because the alternative is a sacrifice

no more Valentis should make.

Sorry for making a mess of Guerin Grotto.

First of all, it's a lair.

Second, I am pretty sure your dad told you

to get the hell out of here.

But I gotta imagine my grandfather said

the same thing to him, and yet he stayed the course.

And he died because of it.

Sure, abandoning oppressed people, harsh.

But what's less harsh is, I don't know... living!

Don't you feel a sense -of responsibility? -To do what?!

I'm gonna get in a rocket ship that doesn't exist?

Fly to a planet that's God knows where

into a war that's probably long over?

Face it, Valenti,

I am as capable of helping that planet

as you are of helping us.

[sighs heavily]

I don't think I can look my kids in the eye

and tell 'em I walked away from this.

[phone chimes]

I gotta go.

Here's an idea.

You have someone stashed in a cave

who could help you find the answers you've been

searching for since you were seven years old.

How about you stop licking your wounds

and go talk to him.

WYATT: Thanks for taking pity on me.

Oh, this is not pity.

This is emergency assistance.

Face it, having been friends with Jordan is a cry for help.

[laughs softly]

Liz told me that you and Rosa used to be friends.

She said that you guys would hang out

and listen to Nirvana, and talk about art sometimes.

I told her I didn't get that.

Guüero rancher with money

and a Chicana with secondhand sneaks.

Well, what'd she say to that?

Um...

she said...

a veces en las piedras crecen flores.

Sometimes flowers grow through cracks in the cement.

Good things can thrive,

even when the world around it is...

Thick-headed and backwards?

[glass shatters][man grunts]

Adios me from the shop again,

I might adios you out of my country!

[scoffs] Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

You're hanging out with her?

So what?

I should go.

You should stay.

Hey.

You know,

your mama made us promise

not to tell you this,

but enough's enough.

Why don't you ask your girlfriend here

what happened to your sister, huh?

-She doesn't know. -She's a lying piece of dirt.

Just like the rest of 'em.

Her family is the reason your sister's dead, Wyatt.

Her cousin killed Kate.

Come on, Zeke, let's go.

Okay, little-known fact.

This is where Einstein came

whenever he had a crisis of faith.

Voilà.[salsa music playing]

[Liz chuckles]

There's no one dancing.

That's the point. Mm.

More room for us.

You know, you look a lot happier

with that bullet wound fixed up.

But Louise once told me that

it's the accidents

that change the course of our lives.

I think you might be my happy accident, Lucky.

Come on.

[Lucky panting]

♪

Oh, I know.

We share the same face.

You'd think he would trust me.

What do you say we show him who I really am?

♪

[low whirring]

[whirring stops]

[high-pitched ringing]

[old-timey music playing]

♪

[high-pitched ringing]

[music stops][door opens]

How'd you find us?

One road in, one road out.

Give me the pod.

It's not here.

[high-pitched ringing]

Oh.

You're leaving and taking him with you?

I don't want to hurt you.

Just give me the boy.

We will never give him to you.

After everything that you have...

[grunts] Louise!

[both grunt]

LOUISE: I love you.

[grunts]

[panting]

So, you're gonna kill me now?

No, but I told you,

I just want my boy.

[gasps]

[whirring resumes]

ISOBEL: So, every subconscious thought we deal with

gets us closer to accepting the truth about the funeral vision.

MARIA: Well, in that case,

I guess you should be a little more forthcoming.

Focus, ladies. That was just the easy part.

We're warming up to the main event.

Only two truths are left.

You want truth, rabbit?

Bronson died before my mother gave birth to that baby.

There's nothing I'm suppressing there.

Care to comment, Maria?

Yeah, on the creepy Evans twins.

You want us to deal you in, Iz?

Should they, Iz?

Okay, fine!

Fine.

Max is a clone.

-What? -Yeah, we found this guy Jones

in a cave in the desert and...

apparently he's, like, O.G. Max.

We don't know if he's good or bad,

so we locked him in an alien cage.

Wait, I'm sorry, you kept a man in a cage for a year?

No, I mean, we kept him in a stasis pod

for, like, 51 and a half weeks.

The cage has just been the last few days.

And of course you would keep that to yourself.

You know, it was kind of an alien thing.

I am an alien...

ish. Listen, we thought he was dangerous.

What do you mean "thought"?

It's complicated.

Okay, it's really not, so just spit it out.

Our mothers were afraid of Jones.

But he says that he cares about Max.

And I can feel that he...

he's telling the truth.

And I don't trust him.

But... I don't know,

I have this sense that

there's something...

I don't know how to describe it other than to say...

...he feels like family.

Poof.

One down...

one to go.

[high-pitched ringing]

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[Lucky whines]

No, you're right, boy.

This ain't good news.

["Un Poquito Mas" by Devin Banda playing]

♪

Salsa requires letting go.

Relinquishing control to your partner.

♪

♪ Side to side...

And we both know that's not really your thing.

♪

♪ Over and over...

♪

[song ends]

All right, Jones.

I've been thinking about what you said.

Max!

Hey! Wake up, dude. Hey.

Hey. [moaning]

You good?

What happened?

You know, out there, you actually

let me take the lead for once.

Mm, do not get used to it.

Salsa's not the same thing as science.

But I disagree.

You just have to trust me not to drop you

on your head.

That doesn't actually make sense.

[giggles] All right.

What I'm trying to say is...

I got you.

All right, you don't want to do the important stuff in the lab?

We do it off-book.

How?

We set up shop at your house.

I call in all of the favors

with my tech buddy, he firewalls everything.

Genoryx will never know what we create in there.

Liz, you're brilliant.

I mean, I'm just asking you to trust your instincts.

[baby fussing]

Okay, DeLuca, spit it out.

Why is my mother in your head?

You mean my great-grandmother

and your sister Patricia?

Yeah, tomato, tom-ah-to.

Hardly.

How can you not see that?

I'm sorry, does this

-have something to do with me? -Yes!

No, wait.

I'm not sure.

I don't have a lot of family, but...

my mom needs me more than ever.

I'm not normal enough to be human, but apparently

I'm not alien enough to be part of the alien gang.

I just...

I don't know...

Lonely.

What, you're queen of feelings now?

How did you not know that?

I don't know, you know, in my defense,

I've have this new ability for, like, 36 hours.

Ever since I found out about Louise,

I just... I wanted to feel some type of connection.

And your only connection

is through me.

And I haven't exactly been including you.

In fact, I've been

-actively excluding. -Yeah.

-Criticizing.

-Antagonizing. -Irritating.

Just not treating you like family.

It would just be nice to know

what planet my great-grandmother's from.

Well... you know what?

Why don't we solve this?

And then let's talk about it

over some acetone margaritas?

Okay.

LIZ: Congrats, ladies.

You did it.

[harmonica playing]

Whew! "Find My Friends"

should be called "Find My Intergalactic Enemy."

Dude, I've felt...

I've felt how strong he is, man.

He is stronger than all of us.

Well...

lucky for us,

I got a long history...[grunts]

of fighting someone with your face.

[truck doors close]

Told you they'd come, boy.

What are you doing here?

[gun clicks] Thinking.

Plenty of quiet time in your cage.

You know, when you keep things locked up, you create monsters,

Michael.

[high-pitched ringing]

You know, I thought about running.

But then I remembered why I came here in the first place.

[sets gun down]

I've seen who you've become,

Max, and you're a good man.

You deserve the life I came here to give you.

And what life is that?

A healthy one.

I've seen your X-rays.

[sighs] There's a lot of people

who will miss you.

I mean, Liz Ortecho for one.

You leave Liz out of this.

I understand why you doubt me.

I, uh, I remember Tripp.

That's why I wanted to give you my side of the story.

What's he talking about?

I dug up

just enough strength to give him one memory.

So he could make his own decision.

About what?

His heart.

Now...

will you trust me enough

to let me heal you?

You're not strong enough for that.

Lucky seems to be doing just fine.

Look, no offense to Lucky, but...

it's different with people.

Okay, I mean, you could die.

And in doing so, make amends

for all the pain I've caused in my life.

[exhales]

Let me help you,

Max. Why? Why?

Because in-in 1948, you were searching for me?

Nothing you showed me

convinces me of anything else.

Then let me show you the rest.

Don't.

He can't fake a memory.

[high-pitched ringing]

♪

JONES: You set me up.

One road in, one road out.

Where is he?

Where is my boy?

We moved him.

In one piece?

Or in many?

I saw those tools in there.

What did you do to him?

-We're trying to fix him. -So stop!

Just give him to me.

We are two halves of a whole.

Without me, he'll...

I want a chance to do this right.

[high-pitched ringing]

You know what happens to the child if you kill me.

Who said you're gonna die tonight?

[scoffs]

That empty pod in there.

That's for me.

[both grunt]

[both grunting]

[high-pitched ringing]

[groans, pants]

I just want my child.

[gunshot][grunts]

[Louise sighs]

Can he survive without him?

I don't know.

[gasps]

[sighs]

I'm ready to go back to my cage.

And I'm ready to set you free, Max.

[gasping softly]

Hi. Hi.

Thank you for coming, I...Y-You don't have to explain.

I, uh...

know why you ran.

You do?

♪ Could you resist...

I googled myself.

I found my YouTube page,

and there were all these videos

about your cousin and your family,

and about how Mexicans don't belong in America, and...

[sighs]

That's why you didn't tell me about your cousin, isn't it?

You were afraid of what I might do.

You shot up our diner, Wyatt.

You attacked my uncle.

I don't know how you're so different now.

It doesn't make sense.

Why are you even talking to me?

Because...

because I know what it's like

to wake up one day and not know what happened to your life.

I have been in recovery

for a year now, but sometimes

I still feel like I'm just...

convincing myself that I'm somebody that I'm not.

But, no, I-I...

No, I know that's not true because...

if people can't change,

if we can't become who we want to be, then...

...what is the point of any of this?

Wow, that's...

probably kinder than I deserve.

[chuckles softly]

I'm so sorry, Rosalinda.

I'm sorry, too.

I'm sorry about your sister.

It wasn't your fault.

[chuckles softly]

I think I need some time away from this place.

Need to figure out who-who I am and who I want to be, you know?

[harmonica playing in distance]

He asked to keep the harmonica.

Figured there'd be no harm in that.

You gonna tell me what you saw?

[sighs] 1948.

He was hunting Nora and Louise just like Tripp said,

but he didn't want to hurt me.

He wanted to save me from them.

I could feel his pain

right before they trapped him in the pod.

He thinks of me like a son.

That mean you want to let him heal you?

[sputters]

I don't know, man.

I don't trust him.

But I can't tell if that's because I don't like

what he said about my mom.

I know it isn't my fault who my dad was.

But I still feel a responsibility

to somehow fix what he broke.

Seems like Jones feels that way about you.

It's your choice,

but if you're game, I will back you.

ISOBEL: Well, we faced our fears in subconscious land.

Let's face what's left in your funeral vision.

ALEX: Of course I'm upset.

This is like Noah all over again.

We're covering up a murder.

It's still so blurry.

This is all my fault.

ISOBEL: Not this time, DeLuca.

We'll figure this out together.

[cork pops]

[sighs]

Everything is coming into focus thanks to you.

I have two theories already.

Ah, so we have made peace with LA,

and our plan to save the world.

I've made peace with myself.

I've decided to resign.

[brakes squeal]

Where are you off to in such a hurry, Valenti?

I'm gonna see the sheriff.

Let her know

about what you and your buddy Zeke did over at the Lopez farm.

Oh, she ain't ever gonna listen to you, Kyle.

She's not a bleeding heart liberal like your mother.

MAN: For I am convinced...

What do you see that's new here?

...that neither death nor life...

BERT: If the sheriff's office had done something

the day I complained,

they could've prevented this.

...neither the present... Bert is with Michael.

So it's not Guerin's funeral.

He defended him yesterday at the drive-in.

Oh, but I got to believe Sheriff Taylor

still believes in justice.

But if she won't do anything, I will.

Why do you got to be such a pain in my ass, Valenti?

Guys like you ain't the problem. You're a doctor.

You're not the one sucking the system dry like...

These hardworking people who it's designed to beat down?

Hmm?

Look, Liz, just think about this, okay?

There's consequence here.

I have, yes. And if Genoryx discovers

that we are hiding our work from them,

they will take it from us, legally.

They're not...

And we won't be able to help

the people we did this for in the first place.

Heath, I have been searching

for a way to do good without harm,

and I think leaving Genoryx is the first step.

MAN: Neither life...[Rosa crying]

...nor death,

nor anything else...

Oh, my God.

Is this Liz's funeral?

♪

Okay, what about the-the... the funding, all right?

-The equipment? -I will figure it out.

I need to trust people, but it has to be the right ones.

I have put my faith in Genoryx

when I should have been looking to the people I care about.

I... have people.

You know what?

MAN: And now Max Evans would like to share a few words.

[sighs]

[takes deep breath]

I can't. I can't.

[door closes]

[Maria sighs]

-ISOBEL: -Well, at least we know it's not Liz.

[playing gentle melody]

"Canción Mixteca."

[grunting] You know,

your family's been a problem for mine for a long time.

Tell me you ain't gonna be like your stubborn old man.

Like your nosy bitch of a mother.

'Cause if you are,

I'm gonna make your job much more difficult.

You're a coward.

[both grunt]

♪

I don't know her at all.

We need to get to that coffin.

[both grunting]

♪

[gasps]

The Valenti coat of arms.

Oh, my God. It's Kyle.

♪ This is the new way [both grunt]

[groans]

[coughs]♪ This is the new fight

[gasping]

♪ This is the new way

♪ To come face-to-face with the dark side ♪

♪ This is the new game

♪ This is the new life

♪ The battle begins on the inside ♪

♪ Ooh, ah, ooh [panting]

♪ Ooh, ah...

♪ This is only the beginning

♪ This is revival...

Isobel, hey. Yeah, yeah. I found him.

ISOBEL: Oh, thank God.

Max?

Is he okay?

No.

Call an ambulance.

♪ Ooh, ah...

[high-pitched ringing]

♪ This is only the beginning [gasping]

Whoa, hey. Hey.

You all right?

♪ We'll keep fighting to the end ♪

Roswell?

[sparks crackling] Liz?

[grunts]

♪ This is only the beginning.