Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...
No.
20 years of keeping this secret
and now you up and resurrect someone?
So if you can heal with electricity,
can you also harm?
He's letting Liz experiment on him.
If a bio-medical engineer knows how Max is put together,
she's gonna know how to dismantle him.
We have to get her far away from our brother.
You gonna mind-warp Liz?
It's time for you to leave Roswell.
- I can't leave. - Why not?
Max.
Rosa used to hide things all the time.
You think she was seeing someone?
I saw her sneak out the window.
I figured there must be a boy.
Max.
I'm sorry, we're closed.
- Could you come back? - I need to talk to you.
I know that my sister was murdered by an alien
So was it you?
Do you really think I am capable
of killing Rosa?
I have loved you my entire life.
Michael, when you get this, get over here.
You should be happier.
I am happy, Rosa. I just...
What are you gonna do tonight?
Well, Usher's hosting SNL.
And then I'm probably gonna try to score some crack.
And...
I'm just kidding.
Look, I promise I'm doing a lot better, okay?
There's no need to babysit me.
Not too much.
Don't worry, in that dress, you'll look every bit
like a virgin on prom night.
Did Dad pick it out?
Yeah.
And I'm not.
Oh, my God.
Did you sleep with Kyle while I was drying out?
Elizabeth.
I'm delighted.
I don't know about Kyle.
You don't know about your high school boyfriend?
Ay, dios mío. Estás arruinada.
He says he loves me and he's nice to me,
but he's kind of a jerk to other people, and...
Listen, listen. Don't worry about Kyle, okay?
And definitely don't worry about love.
People are the worst drug. They hook you, and then,
they make you believe that they care and they leave,
or they fail you, or they hurt you on purpose.
Did you and Frederico have a fight?
No. Frederico is old news, but just listen to me, okay?
There's a reason that God put a cage around your heart.
People don't need other people.
We need armor.
Rosa. Seriously.
Who hurt you?
It doesn't matter.
Take off that dress.
What?
Armor.
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Whoo.
You going on the run, Deputy?
Gonna bring these supplies into town.
It's just water, food.
Yeah, we assume you're the reason
every transformer in town's blown.
Did you rage out again?
Yeah.
But it's gone now.
I've been raging out for days and I...
and I caused all this destruction and I feel better.
So you're, uh, donating Catcher in the Rye
to assuage your guilt?
TVs are down, figured the hospital
- could use a few books. - Yeah, well,
when you resurrected Liz
or healed her or whatever,
you must have absorbed some kind of destructive energy.
Now that you released it...
You're better.
So, what happened?
To piss you off again? She didn't like your mixtape?
Wait, you guys... You guys didn't get my voice mail?
Cell service is down.
Liz confronted me last night.
I don't know how she found out, but she knows.
She knows that Rosa was killed by an alien.
Damn it.
Okay.
All right. So what's the plan?
Look, this blackout is my fault, okay?
So let me drop these off and then I will find Liz
and I'll confess.
Look, she already thinks I did it.
And if she keeps digging,
eventually she's gonna learn everything.
I am out of options here.
Well, I'm not.
I can use my abilities to influence her to go.
This blackout
is pure alien phenomena.
Government will tout it as "faulty equipment."
Or a lightning storm.
But it's another sign that they are amongst us.
Working to undermine the very fabric of our society.
My alien wave detector bracelet
is your only means to stay safe.
Only $45.
One day only.
Thanks for coming all the way over here, Frederico.
Um, hey, what is, um... What's this about?
You want some free ice cream? 'Cause of the blackout.
The freezers are down so we're getting rid of it.
You said you had something of mine.
Okay, great; skip the niceties.
I found this.
In in one of Rosa's hiding spots.
Wow.
I know this question might be strange.
But did you and Rosa get back together before she died?
No, she was trying to avoid all of our old crowds.
And her old, um, habits.
I'm sorry...
I don't like thinking about that time.
I get it, I do.
It's just, I heard she was seeing someone at the end
and I'm trying to figure out who it was.
Well, if-if you think of anything, anything at all.
- Yeah... - Really. It would help.
I would really appreciate it.
- Oh, crap. - Um...
Oh, it's been a decade; he's fine.
Nope. Uh, sir...
You've got exactly cinco segundos to get out
or I'll serve you as today's special, ¡hamburguesa idiota!
Can I help you, Master Sergeant?
Yeah. Power's been out 18 hours now.
Still no indication of a cause?
Nothing to report yet.
I see.
Because my engineers found evidence of tampering.
Your engineers have no business
outside the perimeter of your base.
I had hoped, now that Roswell is in your hands,
that maybe the military and the local law enforcement
would have a more, um, amicable partnership.
You expected me to be more amicable than my husband.
Actually... given Jim's struggles
at the end of his term,
I was expecting you to make different choices.
Master Sergeant.
- At ease. - Um...
Sheriff Valenti's not a fan of the military.
Still hasn't warmed up to me and I've been in town two years.
You served.
I did.
Well, it's nice to meet you, Deputy...
Cameron.
Manes.
Um, let me ask you.
What do you make of those?
Lightning struck my parents' barn
when I was a kid; left a burn like that.
There was one of those on every busted transformer in town.
Criminal mischief, probably.
People here are, like, deeply bored.
Yeah.
Well, it was nice to meet you.
So what is it like, exactly?
When you get into someone's head?
I don't want you to hurt yourself.
No, it-it doesn't hurt. It's, um...
It's a place where I have ultimate power.
I make a suggestion and someone else's thought
or memory just kind of floats to the surface.
If I'm strong enough, I can change it.
Influence it.
I don't know if I want you to violate Liz like that.
Maybe it'll help her.
Remind her what exists outside Roswell.
Make her stop pressing an old bruise.
- Will she forget me? - No.
Just how she feels about you.
Well, she feels like I'm a murderer, so...
Playing hooky, Evans?
Been covering for you with Valenti all morning.
Sorry.
- Was a rough night. - Yeah, well,
when people are denied AC and cold beer in this town,
they start committing crimes for fun.
So grab your boots and your badge.
What do you want to do about Liz?
What I want stopped mattering a long time ago.
Do it.
Get inside her head.
Send her away.
I'll be right back.
Dr. Kindelay.
I know that kid, Victor Franco.
What happened?
Cardiac contusion.
There was a car accident.
All the street lights are down from the blackout.
He needs a pacemaker, but I can't do it
while the hospital's on generator power.
It's not stable.
How urgent is the procedure?
The external pacer that he's hooked up to
will max out in a few hours.
And if we don't have power back by then,
I don't know how we can help him.
I thought you weren't strong enough
to change Liz's mind last night.
That's why we're going to the Wild Pony.
So I can practice.
You didn't tell Max about how Liz really feels about him.
It'll hurt less if he doesn't know.
That was real mature, Dad.
Running Frederico off like a maniac.
I was trying to talk to him.
What was he doing here?
- No tiene dos dedos de frente. - I told you.
I'm trying to learn more about Rosa's last few weeks.
You're obsessed.
Meeting up with her drug dealer.
Oh, my God. Frederico's sober now.
He's dangerous.
Después de niño ahogado, tapan el pozo,
- y ya! - Stop treating me like a child.
You know, maybe Rosa wouldn't have hidden so much
if you'd trusted us.
Maybe she wouldn't have hiding places all over town and some
secret boyfriend she couldn't tell us about.
Maybe I wouldn't have to do this.
I stopped trusting Rosa when she started to keep secrets.
Not the other way around.
When you girls were little,
I would make churro pancakes,
and you would tell me everything.
About school, boys, your friends.
Then, one day,
she stopped talking.
And she started lying.
Like that.
The end.
Papi? Hey, hey, hey. Papi.
Papi.
Liz.
I was about to call 911,
and then I thought I might be putting him on ICE's radar,
and if they picked him up for something minor,
- I would never forgive myself. - Liz.
It's okay.
And most of the computers have been shut down
to preserve the generators,
so, unfortunately,
his paperwork won't make it into the system.
We'll run more tests once the power's back.
I don't know how to thank you.
Free fries for life?
You've already been stealing them for 20 years.
While he rests, you might want to pop up to the third floor.
They're running a study on angiogenesis,
and as it turns out, there's a shortage
of brilliant, conveniently unemployed
biomedical engineers here in town.
I was thinking you might want to slip them your résumé.
No, Kyle, I'm not staying in Roswell. I'm just...
I'll think about it.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Hey. That's a health code violation.
Oh, yup.
Thought it'd go well with your disregard for the fire code.
Didn't I ban you for life?
Mm. Yeah, you did. About twice a week.
You enjoy that?
So good.
Good. You owe me $84.
You think I don't know your game?
You come in here when you've drunk enough
to kill that dramatic cowboy angst,
you start a fight, so you get kicked out before you pay.
You can't swindle a mercenary, Guerin. I keep a tab.
But I got one thing you can do
for me to pay off your debt.
Oh, yeah?
Get Regina George out of here,
and make sure she never comes back.
Wow.
I'm jealous, DeLuca.
I thought I was your least favorite customer.
You know. Stiff competition.
Another beer, Hank?
Raspberry Cosmopolitan with a twist
for me, and a water for the lady.
Right. Coming up.
We got a statement.
Sanders said a couple kids broke in, looted the place last night.
Now, he's mostly blind, but he said they,
quote, "sounded like the type of hooligans
who wear their pants too low."
Unquote.
Cam, can we talk about last night?
Sure. What, how the movie
was a, uh, a postmodern homage to Metropolis,
or that fake popcorn butter sucks,
or that you ran off in the middle of a handy
with another girl and I had to find my own ride home?
I'm sorry.
Okay? I haven't been myself lately.
Because of Liz Ortecho?
Maybe.
Yeah. But look,
she's leaving town, so that's over.
Let me make it up to you.
Okay.
Okay, but no drive-in this time.
I want expensive wine.
- Caviar. - Seriously?
No. Queso, tequila and no less than three orgasms.
Yup. 200 bucks
to your Friends of Immigrants Partnership.
Yes, I would like some literature sent to me.
Okay, Paris Hilton.
2006 called, and, um, you're way too old for this.
- I'm not drunk. - No?
No. I get why you're always throwing shade at me.
Payback for getting kicked out of homecoming?
Your interpretive dance
protesting Sarah Palin's moose slaughter
got fake blood on everything.
I guess I should've followed your lead
and permanently deleted my personality.
Sorry for being real.
Real? You're a bar psychic.
Okay, hey, let's all just...
If you say calm down,
I will remove your liver
and sell it for pennies.
I got to make Hank a daiquiri.
When I get back, be gone.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine, I just...
I don't get it. It's like, she can make nice
with Mr. All Lives Matter over there,
but she thinks I'm the devil?
Don't, don't, don't do this.
Don't get distracted.
No.
I'm completely on mission here.
I just need a more complicated target than Hank.
Maria DeLuca will do.
She's hiding the truth about why she doesn't like me.
Let's see if I'm strong enough to pull it out of her.
Do I have to hire a bouncer to remove you?
Look, I get it.
I was a mean girl in high school,
and you were a...
freak.
Can't we just put this behind us?
Spare me the white flag. Hmm?
Okay.
How about a green one?
I'd like one of your psychic readings, please.
Show me your palm.
Hmm.
You've been experimenting, hmm?
Trying some new things in bed?
So you saw the rope burns on Noah's wrists last week?
So did everyone at my mother's bridge club.
Oh. Your husband wants babies.
But you fear his invasion into your, your private sanctuary.
Actually, I rather enjoy his invasion
into my private sanctuary.
Mm, no. You're afraid a flawed child might disrupt
this curated Pinterest page you call your life.
You think your husband might not love you
if you give birth to... a freak.
No, no.
Don't hold back.
Open up your mind.
What else do you see?
Oops.
Looks like it's my turn now.
Why do you hate me so much?
Because Rosa hated you.
If she hadn't, maybe she wouldn't have walked away
the night she died.
Maybe she would've stayed.
Show me.
? And I was thinking of ways... ?
Anyway, Liz has this whole road trip planned this summer,
but I don't think she'll actually go.
I have a calc test on Monday, Rosa.
See, she wants to be this, like,
big adventurer, but I just don't think
that she's got it in her, you know?
Like, she's gonna be that kid who comes back from college
every single weekend.
Oh, good.
Hey, if Isobel Evans asked, I was never here.
I just can't deal with her today.
What?
Shh. Don't tell your mom.
Isobel.
- Izzy. - All right. I think
she's had enough, Michael.
Come here. Come on.
What are you doing here, Evans?
I was just dropping supplies off.
But I should apologize for confronting you the other night,
outside the station.
- That was unprofessional. - Sure was.
Sorry, I don't have time
to slow dance with you right now.
Dying child, and all.
Is that Victor Franco?
The accident report came through this morning.
I've known him his whole life.
His mom went into labor early.
But Dad got there before the ambulance did
and delivered Victor in a dairy silo.
It was incredible.
My father was a real hero.
If there was something he could do to help someone, he did it.
No matter the risk to himself.
Why'd you become a cop, Evans?
To help people.
Yeah, that's why I became a doctor, too.
Moments like this, when I'm helpless,
are the worst.
Well, we do what we can.
We're just men.
We can't play God.
I will say a prayer for him, though.
I need that 2001: A Steak Odyssey with Galactic Gravy
in 30 seconds, Nico.
Wow.
You're very good at that.
Yeah. Goals.
I am, uh, sorry about my dad, earlier.
You came here to help me, and he just totally...
Honestly, I came here to help me.
Step nine of 12 states you must make amends
with those you have wronged in your addiction.
And since Rosa is not here,
I can't.
You said to come back if I thought of anything.
Rosa's backpack.
- How long have you had this? - Well,
I, um... I wanted to get really loaded
one night when I was broke.
I went to one of the hiding spots she used
to stash her stuff in the turquoise mines,
and I, I don't know, I maybe raided it,
like, a... a week before she passed.
Swiped the backpack, took the pills,
spent the cash, but the rest of her stuff
should still be in there.
She was gonna make a hell of a getaway.
You...
You said you thought she might have a-a boyfriend, right?
Is there any chance she knew anyone in Los Alamos?
That ticket's for June 8.
It's the day after she died.
_
I know.
I was a dumb kid.
I wouldn't have liked me either.
You're ready to be discharged.
Okay.
You're prediabetic.
We're gonna get you treatment.
Safely.
We lost transcutaneous pacing.
Page Dr. Kindelay; this kid needs to get into surgery.
You just gonna stand there, Evans?
His BPM is dropping.
Clear.
Now, Doctor! Clear.
We need to get this kid into surgery.
Dr. Valenti, we cannot operate with failing power.
If you can't help making suggestions,
get out.
Hey.
You okay?
No. People here are suffering, and what do we do?
We brought a few water bottles.
Why don't we throw some paper towels at 'em
while we're at it?
We do what we're told.
We follow orders.
We do the bare minimum.
I've done the bare minimum for years.
I've tried to lay low, disappear,
no matter who suffers.
Okay, what is going on with you?
- I can't do that this time. - Evans.
Dr. Kindelay, the hospital's power is back up.
They're prepping an OR for Victor.
Rosa, seriously, who hurt you?
People are the worst drug.
They hurt you on purpose.
I heard she was seeing someone at the end,
and I'm trying to figure out who it was.
Evans.
What the hell?
Max. Max.
Hey, hey. Max.
Oh, is the power back?
Yeah, but just here at the hospital.
Are you okay?
Yeah. No, I was...
I was messing with that thing.
Must have gotten shocked.
Hey.
I brought your dad home.
I wanted to talk about a treatment plan.
Are you all right, Liz?
No.
There's this bus ticket that Rosa's boyfriend got her,
with a note.
I compared the handwriting from the note
to everybody in her high school class and ours.
I got nothing.
Then I flipped to the dedication pages
that our parents made for us before graduation.
I don't understand.
It was your dad, Kyle.
Your father, the town sheriff,
was having an affair with my teenage, drug addict sister.
No, my father was a good sheriff, a good dad,
and a good husband.
The writing is exactly the same, Kyle.
The way he capitalizes certain letters.
- Look at this. - Why are you doing this?
Are you so desperate to clear Max's name
that you'll drag my dad's through the mud?
You're right.
You're totally right.
My sister never would have hooked up with a cop.
She hated narcs.
And-and your dad was definitely not an alien.
So, he didn't kill her.
I was looking for the wrong clue.
There's something I haven't told you.
My dad knew about aliens.
That the crash was real,
that not every alien died in '47.
That's how I got the autopsy.
If he was sleeping with Rosa,
maybe he conspired, and maybe she knew too much.
Maybe she was pregnant.
- It could have been... - Hey, Kyle.
I am sure
I'm wrong about this.
Okay?
You don't believe that.
Why are you trying to make me feel better?
I know what it's like when heroes fall.
Mom, Rosa.
You idolized your dad.
I don't want you to lose him twice.
You're one of the best people I know.
You don't deserve that.
You don't want to do this.
I'm a mess.
Trust me.
If you say so.
But maybe we could both use a distraction.
I mean, there are downsides to being adults,
like taxes, and parents having flaws.
But there are perks.
Recreational sex, for example.
Adulthood is awesome, actually.
Why did she hate me?
Hey.
Drink this.
- No. - Drink it.
I need to know why she hated me.
Rosa Ortecho.
She was avoiding me
on the day she died, and I don't know why.
You can't get inside the mind of a dead girl, Isobel.
Besides, we made a deal, remember?
We never talk about that night.
We never ask questions.
- You got better at that. - Oh, you know,
wisdom, experience,
anatomy class.
Are you gonna apply for that research position
at the hospital?
I can't believe I'm making plans to stay, but...
my dad and Rosa.
And Max?
I don't want to talk about him with you
when I'm not wearing a bra.
I've lived in 14 cities since high school,
transferred colleges twice, bailed on every boyfriend.
Something broke in me when I lost Rosa,
and I've been running ever since.
But if I could solve this mystery,
I... I might have a chance
at feeling at home somewhere again.
I'm tired of almosts and maybes.
And distractions?
I like having you around.
You make me feel safe.
Look, I still
do not feel safe in your dad's house with the door closed,
so I'm gonna go.
I'll let you know what I find out about my father.
My mom's been begging me for years not to look into his past.
I'm guessing this is why.
I'm so sorry, Kyle.
Me, too.
Hey.
Max.
I just wanted to thank you for your help today.
Yeah.
I became a doctor because I wanted to be a hero,
like my dad.
I wanted the glory.
But glory isn't why
you became a cop, is it?
No.
Have a good night.
We're closed.
So Kyle, huh?
Did you tell him about me?
Yes.
And my family?
No, not them.
He saw the-the mark you left on me and he had questions.
You had lied to me about Rosa and I was so angry at you.
He was the only one I could talk to.
I know him. He won't do anything, unless...
Unless what?
Unless you two decide I'm a killer?
I know I hurt you the other night.
I'm guessing that's why the whole town is dark.
I hate that you're hurting, Max,
and I want to believe you.
I...
I don't trust people.
I've been burned too many times.
I use, I use facts and evidence to build a cage around my heart.
I-I-I can't help it. I can't change it, and honestly,
I don't think I would want to.
It's my armor.
I have never wanted anything
as much as I want to believe
that you didn't hurt my sister.
But I can't shake the feeling that you're lying.
I need to ask you something.
I have been
pouring my heart out to you ever since you got back.
And I need to know.
How do you truly feel about me, Liz?
I feel this.
Real answer, please.
I feel a lot of things. I...
But mostly,
I feel...
terrified,
in all kinds of ways.
That's the truth.
It's the only one that I can give you right now.
Did you believe a word that I said to you at the drive-in?
Not about Rosa.
Did you believe me when I said I love you?
Yes.
Good.
That's what matters.
I hope you take that with you wherever you go next.
No.
Good-bye, Liz.
No, no, no, please.
I'll sit.
I have a proposition for you.
It's kind of a
"you scratch my back, I scratch yours" type situation.
I don't really have an itch.
Your friend Charlie does.
Yeah, I know.
It's a shame, it's...
that ugly situation.
But I could help.
If...
If you could help me with a little access
to the Roswell Sheriff's Department.
You look better, Papi.
I told you, I'm fine.
I'm sorry I've been so distant lately.
I've been so caught up in the people who have let me down
that I forgot about the guy who's always been there.
I won't do that again.
Churro pancakes.
They smell wrong.
Oh, they're sugarless
and made with buckwheat and millet.
They're totally disgusting.
Kyle says you're prediabetic,
but I needed to have one of our pancake talks.
I've been having some serious boy problems,
and I could really use your advice.
I know.
I used to look in the sky when we were kids
and hope something up there would save me.
I used to look around at the people of this town
and hope for the same thing.
We have each other.
That's it.
Kyle knows about me.
Never should've told Liz the truth.
Now our secret is gonna spread.
I don't think I'm strong enough to change Liz's mind, Max.
And we tried, I just, uh...
I think we need more time.
We don't have more time.
- We'll figure something out. - No.
We're not gonna do anything.
Kyle, Liz, Grant frigging Green,
they all want the same thing,
a little green man that they can put in a cage.
You're right.
I'll tell Liz it was me.
No, but thank you.
I'm not gonna let you martyr yourself.
You got a good life, Max.
- Yeah. - You do.
Isobel,
you got Noah.
I got nothing besides some old scrap metal.
There is no point
in all three of us going down
when only one of us did the deed.
No, Michael, we stick together.
Liz Ortecho's looking for a murderer.
Let's give her one.
I'm gonna confess.
After all...
I'm the one that killed those girls.
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