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Roswell, New Mexico...

Before my dad died, he
wrote me these letters.

Some of the symbols
in these letters

match the symbols on this glass.

Does the name Caulfield mean
anything to you?

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

It's been shut down for decades.

I think there's a fourth alien.

And I think maybe your sister

is innocent of all of this.

What if the fourth alien can...

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

and convince them
to commit murder.

LIZ: Max, it's him. It's Noah.

Let's go home, darling.

(grunts) (shouts)

(grunts)

(screams)

LIZ: Sucks to be powerless,
doesn't it?

NOAH: We were all hopeful once.

We left behind
a war-torn, desolate planet

in search of a better place
to call home.

We were refugees, together.

But the ship was hijacked.

Driven into the ground
by a stowaway.

We crashed in a foreign land,

trading one kind of violence
for another.

I listened all night

as humans slaughtered
our comrades, our families.

(gunshots, screaming)

(grunts)

What is it you call them?

Pods?

Well, mine wasn't
built like yours.

I was traveling
with the peasants.

My pod was flimsy.

It cracked on impact.

It wasn't built to last.

But it was my only option.

(shouting in distance)

I just wanted some quiet,
to silence the screaming.

YOUNG ISOBEL: I got to pee.

(tent zips)

YOUNG MAX: Isobel's been
extra annoying lately.

(sighs)

(screaming)

NOAH: That broken pod kept
me alive, but barely.

Turned me into some rotted,
mangled version of myself.

No one ever came for me
until you, Isobel.

You and I were both alone
that night.

And then, we weren't.

♪ ♪

(sighs) This is not healthy, Iz.

What, hanging out in a cave,
or my husband violating my body

to commit the first
of his 14 murders?

I'm just trying to process this.

You know, figure out how I
never realized what he was,

after all this time.

Pod keeps him comfortable.

I say we drag Noah out,

torture some information
out of him.

He'll die.

He's got Liz's serum
coursing through his veins.

It'll kill him outside
of that thing. So?

We'll we have Liz whip up
a fresh batch of the antidote.

Let him live a
long life out here

where I can make him suffer.

We don't have to do
anything right now.

It's only been three days.
Let yourself heal.

When you're ready,
you'll know what to do.

Doesn't matter if it's tomorrow
or ten years from now.

He's not going anywhere,
and neither are we.

Our whole lives, we've wondered
where we came from,

what we are doing here.
I don't know, Max,

if only there was someone to ask.
Give her time.

Could you guys stop it?

We're going to decide
what to do together,

just... not today.

Please. Fine.

(sniffles)

We'll talk again tomorrow.

♪ Well, I wonder
what it's like... ♪

Table five's Neptuna Melt is
missing Crater Tots, Niko.

All right, I'm on it. I see
the antenna's back in play.

Oh, it was the one thing missing
from my angiogenic research.

Mm. You are brilliant.

You'll be back
in a lab in no time.

More Space Jam down here, honey.

I have three degrees.

And Rocket Relish
on your collar.

(chuckles)

Another handprint from Evans?

No. I haven't seen Max
in a few days.

He's had family stuff.

Handprint is from the fight
with Noah.

Can't believe Roswell's
Mr. Congeniality is the killer.

Noah is basically in alien
jail forever, probably.

Justice is served,

and I got the answers I was
looking for with my sister,

so it's done. Yeah.

You seem real well-adjusted.

I'm working on
the whole closure thing.

Yeah, me, too.

Listen,

uh, I've got some

personal stuff going on today,
but this weekend, I was thinking

of visiting my dad's grave,

and I'd like to pay respects
to Rosa, too.

You want to come?
Yeah, that'd be nice.

Thank you.

Rosa always liked you.

Mm, no, she didn't.

¿Hola? Yo quiero
some frickin' service.

(exhales)

Isn't it a little early?

Not if you've had my morning.

Uh, I need your help
with something.

I told you a little bit
about my dad's involvement

with Project Shepherd.

The top secret alien-hunting op?

Right. So weird how he never
had me over for Sunday dinner.

Technically, it was established
to cover up the UFO

and any subsequent activity.

But, yeah, I do think there was
a more sinister element to it.

I'm listening. I keep finding

mention of a prison
named Caulfield.

It shut down in the '70s,

but some of the heat signatures

that we've detected
are inconsistent

with human body temperature.

Aliens.

Potentially.

We won't know

until we see for ourselves,
but maybe.

You do run hot, Guerin.

There's no way.

There's just, there's no way

other aliens survived.

We'd have known.

Then what's the harm
in a road trip?

There, uh, there is one catch.

(car door opens)

(exhales)

Who's driving?

You know, while you
were in stasis,

I damn near hibernated here.

I'd tell you about my day,
read to you.

I didn't hear any of that, Max.

Time stands still in there.

He doesn't deserve the sound
of your voice ever again.

It's not about him hearing it.

Just might feel good
to get it off your chest.

I'm-a, I'm gonna
wait in the car.

I want to get you home
before the storm comes in,

but I'll give you some time.

(exhales)

(thuds)

Cosmic Cakes and Crashbrowns.

Thank you. Wow.

(sighs)

(grunts)

(liquid bubbling)

(panting)

(grunts)

(gasps)

(yells) Max?

(gasps)

(panting)

How is it possible?

No.
Well, is he making you do this?

No. He has Liz's serum in him.

He can't control me. It's me.

Don't kill him. We need answers.

(panting)

You're just in time.

Noah here is about
to start talking.

Now, you worthless piece...

Max.

You think we're enemies,
but we're not.

We were all hopeful once.

We left behind

a war-torn, desolate planet

in search of a better place
to call home.

We were refugees...

together.

We were both all alone
that night.

And then we weren't.

I'd been in silence so long

and then I heard
something beautiful.

(screams echoing)

Michael wanted to camp out
at the site

of the UFO crash that night.

Were you lurking there?

I wasn't lurking.

I crawled into that pod in 1947,

just to get some rest
before someone came for me.

But it was defective,
broken in the crash,

and I couldn't get out.

I wasn't in stasis
like I should have been.

I was aware

of every miserable moment.

Paralyzed. I weakened.

I shriveled. No choice
but to wait for something

I knew may never come.

Isobel's psychic scream
that night...

was the sweetest sound.

If you hadn't left her alone, I
never would've heard her voice.

She was 14 years old.

Max said you blacked out

after the assault.
That's how he got in.

You crawled in through
some crack in my psyche?

Yes, and I stayed.

Through the years,
every time you were triggered,

every time you were afraid,

you left your body,

and gave me space to borrow it.

(panting)

I need air.

Could you make sure she's okay?

He's weak.

If-if we don't do anything,

I doubt he's gonna make it
through the day.

Is that what you want?

Be careful.

When I accessed the satellite
imagery from the base,

the prison had
zero heat signature.

They're using a really advanced
camouflage technology.

How'd you bypass it?
Well, I'm more advanced.

This storm that's rolling in,
though, is messing

with the radar now. Well,

there's something here
worth hiding.

Something my dad
wanted me to know,

or he wouldn't have gone
to all the trouble

to hide the word
"Caulfield" in his letters

before he was murdered.

We don't know that
he was murdered.

You can't give somebody
a brain tumor.

Wait.

What's that heat signature?

(Michael groans)

Just me.

What do we need him for?

You, uh, under the weather?
Maybe experiencing

selective amnesia about the hell
this dick put you through?

Look, high school's
ten years to the left.

Let's focus on the shadowy

government conspiracy
on the right.

(high-pitched ringing)

(people shouting)

Something's wrong in there.

I thought Isobel was the psychic
and you were the Jedi.

Jedis are psychic.

I've never actually
seen Star Trek.

Oh, my God.

I'm not psychic, but I pick up
on Max and Iz sometimes.

When things are really bad

for one of us, the others
get flashes of pain.

You got one of those flashes now?
No.

It's like screaming

from far away.

You sure you want to do this?

Damn it.

Let's start again.

Where are we from?

You don't know?

You got a map tattooed
on your shoulder.

Is that what that is?

What does it mean?
How do I read it?

You know...

(chuckles)

On second thought,
I don't mind the pain.

Reminds me I'm alive.

Plus, if I'm gonna die,

might as well do it
watching you twist in the wind.

Anyway, there's
not much time, so...

You better get here soon,

if you want to ask
your questions.

Michael's not picking up.

I'm sure he's okay.
Yeah, of course he's fine.

The villain is slowly dying
on my brother's couch.

It's okay to grieve.

It's okay to miss

the version of him
that you loved.

What great disappointment
of yours

do you want me to relate to
right now, Liz?

Your mother who was never there

to cut the crusts
off your sandwiches?

Or Rosa who didn't have
it all figured out at 19?

I won't pretend I know what
you're going through.

I mean,

you were violated
in a way that's...

unimaginable.

It doesn't matter

what Michael needs
to know from him,

and it doesn't matter
how angry Max is.

What do you need?

I've never lost someone
that I loved.

Was there anything that
made you feel better

about Rosa?

The truth helped.

I feel them.

Come on, this way.

(high-pitched ringing)

(metallic rattling)

(rattling stops)

Why can't you Magneto your way
through this one?

I don't know. (Tablet beeping)

Wait, someone's coming.

I'll take care of this.

Head towards the entrance. No.

Go.

Don't move.

(backpack thuds on floor)

I didn't think you'd
have it in you.

It's been a long time, Flint.

Good to see you.

FLINT: Why are you here, Alex?

Uh, Dad sent me to fortify
the digital security measures.

Aren't you on desk duty
in Roswell?

Like you're stationed in Munich?

Mm. You're able-bodied,

of sound mind.
Why are you in this hole

instead of out there basking
in the glory you deserve?

You know, it's not a hole.

See, you wouldn't believe
the scientific breakthroughs

we've hatched in this facility:

SR-71, nanotech.

Ever since the, uh...

'47 UFO crash?

Like I said, Dad told me
the family secret.

You're not a scientist.

You're a Special Forces
Weapons Sergeant.

What are you doing here?

Dad brought me in five years
ago. He wanted to build a wall

against an impending
alien invasion.

Wh...
That doesn't look like a wall.

That looks like a
thermobaric ordnance.

It's a smart bomb.

Oh, will it feed my beagle?
We're in beta.

Once perfected,
it'll be innocuous to humans,

designed to kill aliens
using their DNA against them.

Bioweapons are banned
by international treaty.

The U.N.'s jurisdiction
ends at the ozone layer.

The jurisdiction on genocide?

Genocide is the aliens'
intent for us

during a systematic invasion.

They're perfectly designed
to kill.

It's coming.

The question is whether or not
we'll be ready.

I see that you're
just as committed

to the cause as our old man.

Dad didn't send you, did he?

No, Dad would never send you.

(door opens)

I need a private moment
with him.

No. Max.

No. I wasn't asking.

(exhales)

(high-pitched ringing)

Finally.

Thank you.

You need to listen, my love...

Don't... use that word.

I need to snap her out of this.

He can't hurt her physically.

Her mindscape is the only place

where she has total control.

I think she needs
that right now.

I appreciate your concern, but
you don't know Isobel like I do.

And you don't know how
it feels to lose someone.

She had a life with him.

She felt loved.

She had a partner.

A bunch of secrets and lies
just stole that from her.

Are you sympathizing with
the man who debased Isobel?

Who killed Rosa? I am not.

Noah is a vile sociopath
who murdered my sister

because he felt entitled to her.

I hate him.

But he...

Please do not finish
that sentence.

He left this mark on me

the night of the gala
when he tried to kill me.

I need to know why.

I was barely alive,

physically,
but my mind was sharp.

That's what made
the decades so agonizing.

Then I had the chance

to see this world
where we landed

through your eyes,

your beautiful eyes.

You used me like a sock puppet

to prey on a lost

teenage girl.

Rosa... wasn't prey.

(scoffs)

Tell that to the headstone at
the Frontier Valley Cemetery,

Noah. She couldn't be trusted.

Don't blame her.

You faltered.

You were the one who dropped
your harmless facade when she

caught a glimpse of your truth.
She was too smart to love you.

And she died for it.

Me? I... I believed your lies.

Lucky me.

I didn't want to tell you,
I-I thought it would bother you.

Bother me? He marked you!

Max, I feel him now.

I feel his fear.

He's afraid to die.

My serum is right now
killing a living thing

that is capable of fear.

I haven't slept in days.

I-I created a makeshift lab.
I made more of the antidote.

Not because I want him to live.

Because I don't want
to be a killer.

What's happening?

Your body's been deteriorating.

And your mind is starting
to go, too.

You don't want to watch me die.
I can tell you

where the antidote is.
You can bring it to me.

We can go back to how
things were before.

How things were when
we were both pretending

to be human? Yes!

We were good at it.

We could do it again.

Pretend this all away.

(gasps)

(breathing heavily)

Hey, hey, are you okay?

No.

I don't want to do this alone.

Okay.

KYLE: Are we just
following alien radar?

MICHAEL:
Feel free to leave me alone.

Hey! Your ship crashed
into my family in '47.

My father's dead, and
I think the reason for it

is somewhere inside these walls.

You're not the only one
who wants answers.

Alex and I decoded
my dad's letters.

Look. This repeats.

7A-N38.

Alex and you, huh?

Well... after you.

Why are you really here, Alex?

Tying up loose ends before
my honorable discharge.

You ever get tired of being
the black sheep of the family?

Do you ever get tired
of following the flock?

I know it wasn't easy for you
growing up with Dad,

but I tried my best
to protect you from him.

Oh, spare me.

Don't worry, I won't tell him
that you let me in.

Look, you don't get it.

You should have stayed away.

I'm sorry, but you're
not leaving here.

(screaming)

Holy...

He's an alien.

They all are.

I can feel them.

They're angry.

Confused, frightened.

If they're survivors
of the 1947 crash...

they've been in captivity
for 71 years.

Will you just shut up, Valenti?!

These people, they're like me.

KYLE: Their bodies are
covered in bruises,

scarring, needle tracks.

Antisocial behavior

indicates prolonged trauma.

Seven decades of torture.

We got to get them out of here.

Bring them where?

They're feral.

KYLE: My dad wanted me
to find Subject N-38.

It's all over the letters.

KYLE: Hey.

Guerin.

Oh, no.

Oh, I know her.

I-I know, I know, I know her.

KYLE: Are you sure?

(door opens)

Someone's coming. Go. Go, go.

Who are you?

(clears throat)
The new lab tech.

I need to get in
and collect a sample

for Subject N-38. You've
got to be mistaken.

There's been a strict ban on any
interaction with Subject N-38

since 1962. Sorry.

Um, must've been a mix-up.

He looks...

harmless.
Looks can be deceiving.

They used to send
lab rats in there. Rabbits.

They'd all die. What'd he do?

Eat them? No.

Everything it touches dies
of violent, rapid cancer.

It could give a tumor
to a brick wall.

Any human ever go in there?

Once.

(high-pitched ringing)

Well, I didn't think this awful
ménage à trois was inevitable,

but...

I can make your slow
and painful death

more slow and more painful.

You'd like to kill me,
wouldn't you?

You're hungry for it.

Come on, Maximo, you can't

lie in here.

What's he talking about, Max?

NOAH: I'm sure you're wondering
why I stopped borrowing

your body after Rosa died.

How I healed, how I got
out of that pod, finally.

I didn't want to kill Rosa,
but there's the cruel irony:

Killing her,

channeling her
exquisite life force,

it brought me back.

I changed shape and
my mind sharpened.

Kills make us stronger,
don't they, Max?

Destruction makes us
feel better.

Physically, at least.

That's why the bodies piled up.

You keep killing because
it keeps you strong.

That's why your powers are
so much stronger than ours.

It's simple practice.

You could be strong if you
weren't so afraid of yourself.

I kill to keep my body alive.

After all those years
in that broken pod,

it wants to disintegrate,
and I won't let it.

You're a parasite.
And you're an aberration.

When you heal people,
it nearly kills you

because it's unnatural,
downright freakish,

but hell if you didn't feel
like a force of nature

after you killed the creep

in the desert that night.

You felt like a god.

You got a tiny taste again
this year, didn't you,

blowing out
all the power in town?

Destruction is chaos

is entropy is energy

is power is victory.

You would not be hiding here

unless you had something
to hide from.

That's Dad's way.

Blackmail people into obedience.

Manipulate them, exploit them.

Do not talk to me about orders.

What does he have on you?
KYLE: Alex.

You brought Kyle Valenti
with you.

Think I figured it out.

Look, this place is a nightmare.

Guantanamo for innocent people,
and our fathers facilitated it.

Aliens have been tortured
here for decades.

They told you
about Subject N-38.

Don't tell me there's a

alien that can cause
a brain tumor.

They're all killers.
Makes them stronger.

We have the research
to prove it.

My dad participated
in that research?

Kept aliens isolated?

Starved, dissected?

Then he deserved it.

If killing makes you strong,
why not kill me?

Why not steal my life force?

Was it not exquisite
enough for you?

I need you, Isobel.

I still do. Stop lying.

He can't lie to us in here.

What do you need her for, Noah?

I need all of you.

For leverage.

For what?

Why were we in the upper class
and you weren't?

Why were we protected
in the crash?

(coughing)

(grunts)

If you want to know the truth,

give me the antidote.

I'll tell you everything
you want to know.

Where we come from,
why we came here,

who you really are.

We're not fools.

He can't lie in here.

(exhales)

He means it.

He wants the antidote
in exchange for answers.

He'll have his powers back.
Don't worry.

I don't want them.

And the truth didn't make
anything better for me.

I just want to go home.

Call me when he's dead.

I'll drive her home.

Liz, give me the antidote

before you go.

I'm serious. If I'm the one
holding the cure,

then I'm the one
refusing to use it.

I'm the killer, not you.

I'm not gonna put that on...
Trust me.

I won't lose any sleep.

MICHAEL: Come on.

I know you. Why?
Why do I know you?

I'm gonna do it
the old-fashioned way.

(exhales)

(high-pitched ringing)

(alarms blaring) (grunts)

What the hell?

FLINT: Quarantine breach.

We have ten minutes
to get out of this

building before it
turns to dust.

That would be your cue to leave.

AUTOMATED VOICE (over P.A.):
Initiating quarantine protocol.

You have ten minutes
to evacuate the premises.

Look, just grab everything
that you can, okay?

Hard drives, anything,

but make sure that you get out.
Okay.

Okay? Okay, but Michael's
in a holding area.

Down the hall, to the left,
you'll see the staircase.

7A. Okay.

Thank you for bringing
this stuff over.

The extra cuffs are overkill,
but I can't be too careful.

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah, sure?

No wildly
inappropriate aside about

stealing police-issued
restraints for personal use?

Who are you and what have you
done with my partner?

There is a serial killer
in your bedroom, Max.

This isn't order.
This isn't justice.

And you shouldn't be
handling this on your own.

I would love to turn him in
to a greater authority,

but then I risk exposure,

and who's to say they
could even hold him?

There has to be a better way.

Oh, it's too late now.

(sighs) W... Aren't you on duty?

Why are you in civvies?

I'm permanently off duty.

In the melee after the gala,
I discharged my service weapon.

Small town.
People notice gunshots.

And I couldn't exactly tell
Valenti I was rescuing you

from a body-snatching alien

who was wearing
your sister, so...

Okay. Then we'll just
figure out your cover story.

I gave her a cover story.

I told her that I had a little
bit too much champagne,

and that I was showing off.

Honestly, it was

right on brand.

No.

No. I should be the one to take
the fall for that.

Why would you do that?

You know why.

I am sorry I led you on.
You didn't.

You were clear.

♪ You can find the rhythm
in the sound of passing cars ♪

(clears throat)

My sister's been transferred
to a prison in Ohio.

And I want to be
closer to her. So...

Yeah. I'm leaving Roswell.

This is the last thing
I do for you.

It has to be.

Copy that.

♪ Steal some old pictures
and deliver a work of art ♪

(clears throat)

You've been a good
partner, Evans.

♪ Yeah ♪

You've been a good friend, Cam.

♪ Yeah, but you can't love me ♪

♪ Anymore ♪

(door closes) (sighs)

♪ Yeah... ♪

Guerin! (Alarm blaring)

Guerin! Come on, we have to go!

I have to get through!

The alarm is not a suggestion!

Okay? Nothing gets out alive.

They're my family, Alex!

AUTOMATED VOICE (over P.A.):
Initiating quarantine protocol.

You have two minutes
to evacuate.

All right, maybe.

But you are mine!

What? No!

You got to go, Alex.
I don't look away, Guerin.

No.

Go!

Go! I don't love you!

I don't!

We've been holding
onto this thing!

And what?

It's gotten us nowhere.

Just let go.

♪ Always... ♪

You're a miserable liar.

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, but you can't love me ♪

♪ Anymore ♪

♪ Yeah, but you can't love me ♪

Initiating quarantine protocol.
You have one minute

to evacuate the premises.

She's my m...

she's my m...

Your mother?

Did she speak? No.

Did she say anything? No.

No, but she said...

she said she loves me.

And then she said to run.

♪ Yeah, but you can't love me ♪

♪ Yeah, but you can't love me. ♪

(alarm blaring)

(panting)

Get down.

Hey, Maximo.

Want to grab a brewski?

(grunts)

You were right earlier,
you know.

All day I've been telling Isobel

that it's her call
what we do with you.

That I'd back her play.

But I want you dead.

And I want to be the one
to do it.

Is this about the possession

or the kills or the mark

I left on your girl?

(grunts)

I knew that would
make you crazy.

All your books.

The stories you write.

Humans spend their lives looking
for meaning, but they have none.

We have a purpose,

you and me.

And if you let me die,

you'll spend the rest
of your life on this dumb planet

never knowing what it is.

I got this far.

Think I'm better off

being just a guy from Roswell.

(thunder rumbling)

What if there's
some truth to it?

That the aliens are killers?

Michael's a good person.

What if the good ones
are the exception to the rule?

Powers they have aren't exactly
benign, and I think that...

You just watched your government

blow up a building full
of elderly people.

Your brain is trying to justify
the slaughter so that...

so that your government
can be right.

You want to believe
that we're safe.

That goodness prevails.

That's the coldest reality
about war.

Sometimes you're just doing
what you're told.

Then all of a sudden,
things are burning.

People are screaming.

(exhales)

And then you look around,
and you realize...

that the evil is you.

(thunder rumbles)

Any last words?

Some people like to repent
before they die.

(chuckles): Repent?

To who?

God?

You, Maximo?

(chuckles)

Don't.

Don't leave me to
die alone, Max.

Then tell me where we're from.

What are we doing here?

You're going out
the same way you started

your life on this planet.

Weak, desperate
and completely alone.

Hey.

We've been calling you all day.

You look like hell.

You okay? Where's Noah?

I, uh...

I went to the cave.
He wasn't in the pod.

Noah's in the back. Dying.
It's just a matter of minutes.

(sighs)

Hey, hey. You need to talk
to me. What happened?

I don't want to talk to you.

I want to talk to him.

We need to get him the antidote.

That's not gonna happen.

This is the end of Noah's
story, right now. Okay?

(both grunt)

I'm not letting
another alien die.

(high-pitched ringing)

Not until I get some answers.

Not until I know the truth.

This is how it's gonna go, Max?

That all depends
on what you do next.

(thunder rumbling)