Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...
ROSA: I don't understand, Liz.
How did she even end up in a coma?
She's in there somewhere. I'm gonna find her.
You don't just hear things.
Your ears are detecting
subatomic vibrational frequencies.
ISOBEL: Jones must have found his sword
that Max buried in the desert
and is now using it to kill people
in order to charge himself back up.
Yeah, but why does he need the sword?
Max said, when he held the sword,
it made him feel charged and powerful.
Michael, don't! How are you able to hold that thing?
You're my...
I don't think Max is Max.
Because he's not.
He's Jones.
Where are you taking me?
(grunts)
(grunts, pants)
JONES: March 11, 1969.
What are you talking about, Jones?
After a thorough read
of Tripp's journal and files from Caulfield Prison,
I learned that an Oasian I sought
was locked up there long ago.
And on this day,
March 11, 1969,
your grandmother, Patricia,
met that alien
within those torturous walls.
I don't know how to call up that memory.
Which is why you're going to relive every moment of her day
until she comes into possession
of a very important equation
on some alien glass.
I'm not helping you see...
It amuses me that you think you have any control in the matter.
(chuckles) Do you think you ended up
in this diner by accident?
I put you here.
Because Patricia started her day in that stool,
sipping this cup of coffee.
I'll hold the line.
My friends will come get me out,
and then we'll kick your alien ass...
Is this the same lot that you put your faith in
to keep me from tearing into your mind?
Now, I may be in control,
but I'm hoping this endeavor can be a cordial one.
Cordial. Right.
I'd rather go down swinging.
(grunts)
(panting)
(snarls softly)
(panting)
Seeing that piece of glass
is the most important thing to me
on this wretched planet.
So either walk Patricia's path
or I never let you wake up.
(breathing heavily)
♪ ♪
LIZ: This has to work.
Well, Michael's secured a work space,
and Isobel has used her persuasive wiles
to nab a few
hard-to-acquire chemicals.
Because the last cultures I took from Maria showed
that Jones' invasive cells
are effectively consuming her.
Think sepsis then organ failure then endocrine
then nervous system.
Meaning that her ability to fight him off
just slows to a crawl.
Even if modern medicine stumbled
upon something that could help,
a glowing handprint
spiderwebbing across her body-- I mean,
it's gonna raise some eyebrows we've been working hard
to keep unraised.
Yeah. And you can't exactly perform alien science
under the nose of the hospital
or where Jones can find us.
(quietly): Like I said,
this has to work.
ALEX: Hi.
Transfer papers? For a coma patient,
it's not something we typically rush.
Well, the military hospital is strategizing her care
as we speak.
I can get Dr. Holden on the phone
if need be.
Jane Holden assigned the transfer?
I see that you've had the pleasure of meeting her.
Never in person, but...
refusal to honor her requests
tends to make my week
far from easy.
Well, seeing that you're now in control of how the rest
of both of our weeks go,
I really hope you'll sign.
DeLuca is cleared for transfer.
Thank you, ma'am.
Saved us both a hell of a tongue-lashing.
(monitor beeping steadily)
Where'd you find this place?
(exhales) The owner is
a poker pal of Sanders.
He's a large animal vet out on a call today.
You got all the bells and whistles of a hospital
with none of the nosy staff.
All right, Ortecho,
you got it from here. I'm out.
Hey. Where you going?
Well, wherever Jones is, the pod with his body is, too.
I'm going to get us
some leverage in this cosmic chess game.
You going after that sword, too?
Considering it makes him pretty much unbeatable,
I think grabbing it could be effective
in saving Maria and Max.
No, that sounds crazy dangerous.
Luckily, both are my specialty.
Let me know when you got word on Maria.
ALEX: I got this.
(sighs)
Don't have time for the dance.
Well, I'm not here to debate.
I'm here to inform.
(exhales)
We are working together today.
And that means we're gonna be strategic.
And the best part is no one's gonna do anything stupid.
And by "nobody," I mean you.
Mm. We're gonna work together?
Like the other day at the radio tower?
I know I was right about Kyle and the dead bats,
but you said it was all nothing.
No offense, I can only handle one liar at a time.
And today I got to take it from my Daddy Dictator.
I joined Deep Sky.
You joined the evil group after Cameron's sister.
Charlie never said that Deep Sky was after her. My dad did.
And my dad hated Deep Sky because it stood for everything
that he didn't.
Well, I'm glad you found a way to fight your dad.
But I got to find a way to fight mine.
I joined Deep Sky for you, Michael.
This world where you don't live in fear
is not gonna build itself.
So I have to try.
For us.
I don't know what to say.
Well, you can start by saying
that if I help you find your father,
that we do it my way.
All tactical. Not emotional.
I plan the mission to extract Max's pod.
No sword.
You picked a hell of a time for a grand gesture, Manes.
A Post-it Note on the fridge
telling me to take it easy.
Really?
I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just...
I can't get distracted today.
Okay? You can sit this one out.
No. Look, after I was talking to Michael about my new powers,
I kind of went down this rabbit hole and I found out
that everything in the entire world
has its own resonant frequency, even cells.
No, I get that you want to help.
It's just there's nothing to help with right now, okay?
ISOBEL: (exhales) Well, I could use your help.
Want to ride shotgun?
Great. I'm in.
Uh, out.
You made it very clear that my brain has no place here.
And last time Maria was lost
in her own mind, I was able to find her.
So maybe I can actually help.
That is true. Here, hold this.
(chuckles softly) What is this,
more of your mom's weird, mystical crystal crap?
Actually, it's, uh, weird, mystical alien turquoise crap.
It's kind of a long story, but, basically,
it boosts our abilities, so hold on tight.
(rapid beeping)
I'm guessing that's not good.
Her body temperature's dropped two degrees
in the last ten minutes.
Means we have less time than we thought.
Liz, how are we gonna know when this bond is severed?
It's all new territory.
What happens if she dies while we're inside?
If her brain stops functioning and you're still attached,
evidence suggests that you would die, too.
ROSA: We'd better get going.
♪ ♪
(groans)
(exhales, sniffs)
(gasps, exhales)
Come on. Maria.
(ice pick clangs)
Oh. (chuckles)
Aw.
(exhales) Aw.
(breathing heavily)
I knew if I kept fighting, you guys would come.
(exhales)
All right, here's the plan.
You're gonna pick an obscure memory.
We're gonna hunker down in it until Liz finds a way to sever
the bond between you and Jones and springs us out of here.
I don't want to hide. I need to follow Patricia's footsteps
to Caulfield.
What is a Caulfield?
Try a max security prison
run by the Manes family
where they tortured and experimented on innocent aliens.
And if that's not podcast-creepy enough,
their side project was experimenting
on people of color.
And the alien chemicals that they used
on my grandmother caused the brain degeneration problems
that have now plagued the DeLuca line.
If Jones is so powerful,
why does he need you to get what he wants?
Navigating memories isn't an exact science.
He'd have to sort through, what, four generations of thoughts,
all piled up, one on top of another.
It would be like browsing the Web without a search engine.
So I'm Google Maps for Diet Thanos.
he's drawing a straight line to where he wants to go
from a place he's already figured out.
What does he want, exactly?
of alien glass with an equation on it.
Equation.
Like for genetics, maybe?
Because Liz has been circling this...
scientific bond that Jones wants to cut.
Wait, so if Jones is convinced that this alien glass
is the key to his salvation,
then maybe it's just what we need to destroy him.
Forget running a memory maze with Jones as the Minotaur.
I mean, riding with Patricia means
experiencing those memories,
watching her get experimented on.
Discovering who Patricia met on this day
and stopping a murderous psycho of the present
outweighs any past trauma I have to relive.
Well, one thing's for sure.
You're not going into hell alone.
♪ ♪
The nanoblades will now be combined with the...
newly modified alien serum and infiltrate
the Jones-Maria cell cluster for a, uh,
cellular separation test.
(exhales) If successful,
I will advance to treating the patient.
(beeps off)
And if not,
the three women I love die.
Come on, come on. Do something. (exhales)
Move.
(neighing)
(chuckles, gasps)
(squeals) Yes! (gasps)
(neighs)
Now I just need to synthesize a safe amount for a microdose
and inject it into Maria's IV.
ISOBEL: Well, if they were going for dystopian hellhole,
they really nailed it.
(gasps) Someone's coming.
Oh, no, you don't have to do that.
It's, uh-- This is a rerun. It's not live TV.
It's like, uh...
It's like A Christmas Carol.
Okay, do you really think sophomore-year me
read that book?
Think Dumbledore's Pensieve.
Okay, so we're just observers of the memory.
Other people can't see us.
Right. Well... (inhales)
Now that we've got the Potter rules of the mindscape,
what do we do?
We keep walking Patricia's path.
Find the alien she met this day.
ISOBEL: And stay alert.
'Cause if we're observers here, then Jones can be, too.
Are those the people of color you were talking about?
Yep, and they have no idea
they're walking to their own demise.
ROSA: Hey.
If I was looking for aliens,
I'd think restricted area.
Will you be joining us today, Patricia?
Remember, in the mindscape, you appear as Patricia.
He probably recognizes you from that...
phenomenal vintage getup.
I'll see you inside.
Okay,
I say we skip the torture of the underprivileged.
What do you think?
Let's try this way.
Will you be joining us today, Patricia?
This again? What is this, Jumanji?
I'll see you inside.
This is how memory works.
If we want to learn what Patricia did,
we have to follow in her footsteps,
experience the day like she did.
If Patricia can do it...
...so can I.
Here goes nothing.
(exhales)
No. No, no, no. No, no, no.
God. (inhales sharply)
(exhales) The cells are fusing back together
and they're multiplying.
If the patient's temperature drops any lower,
it'll lead to brain damage and...
eventual cardiac arrest. (shudders)
Please tell me you remembered to put fresh batteries
in the tracker you put on Max's Jeep.
Uh-huh. Jones must have found and fried the tracker
I placed on his car.
Last point before it clicked off
was just after he headed in.
I'm tracking the camera system
that tracks wildlife, weather and tourist stops
while writing a program to capture Max's plate
to narrow down our hunt for Jones.
All right, based on this footage,
I'm gonna say that he is either in the old barn
or the fish warehouse.
So, which is it?
Heads or fish tails?
Hey, Miss Patricia.
I thought I'd bring my wife this time.
Oh, Freddie's been coughing real bad for months.
Wasn't until Doc came to our church,
told us the coughing's
due to the bad blood, that we signed up.
Okay, I'm not a doctor,
but "bad blood"? That can't be a thing, right?
Best part is, it's free.
Patricia,
what are you doing?
Get over here.
What are you waiting for?
You can administer the first shot to Freddie.
ROSA (quietly): Oh, my God.
This can't be true. (inhales)
Patricia wasn't the victim of these experiments.
She was a facilitator of them.
(shudders)
She doesn't have to do this.
Yeah. She does.
If we want to find out what happens next.
(quietly): Oh, God.
Got to find a way to raise Maria's temperature.
(clinking)
Okay. Perdón, amigo.
I got to commandeer your kicks.
♪ ♪
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(exhales)
Okay.
Stabilized your vitals.
(sighs) Now I just got to figure out a way to save your life.
(exhales) Hey.
(gasps) Oh, geez.
I thought you were Jones.
Do you think he's close?
Yeah.
I can feel him.
You know, as someone who has gone...
Queen's Gambit with this guy,
I can't help but feel like there's something
we are missing here.
Why he wants that glass.
I don't know.
There are monsters in every shadow
waiting to prey on the weak.
It's beyond atrocious
that Caulfield existed in the first place.
But I've got to believe that monsters can be killed.
Yeah.
Sometimes they win.
I mean, what Maria is doing in there
is... so brave.
What is the line between brave and reckless?
Maybe it would be better if we were hiding.
Except that everything you hide from
catches up to you eventually.
I mean, look, if Maria wanted to run,
of course I would understand.
But...
I'm so glad she chose to fight.
You know, I didn't know that
that ten-year pod soak came with a Yoda setting.
(chuckles softly)
It's my N.A. theories. They help, but...
still, I have what Father Linus calls situational strength.
What's that?
It means that I'm strong depending on who
or what I'm facing.
Like this morning with Liz, I just...
reverted right back to old patterns,
telling myself that she's the sure-footed one
and I'm the screwup.
Well, our dragons tend to be personal.
That's what makes them our dragons.
In N.A., they say that we tend to make them bigger
than they are. But...
I don't know. I just want Liz to see me as an equal.
You know, Rosa,
I don't think that's your hurdle to get over.
I think the same is true for you.
♪ ♪
Don't let Jones carve your path.
I mean...
this mindscape stuff, it's always been your jam.
(door opens)
Oh.
Come on.
(exhales)
Oh, and thank you for prepping all those vials, Patricia.
We treated a record number of volunteers
this week thanks to your commitment
to the project.
(shuddering)
(exhales, sniffles)
Everything I thought I knew about Patricia
was a lie. (inhales)
I thought we were good people,
and now I don't know who we are.
Who I am.
Listen, it's not too late to turn back.
There's no shame in that.
I think we have to see this through. I do.
I literally wouldn't be here if some people hadn't turned
the page, so...
This is bigger than me or Patricia.
(door opens)
Patricia, it's time.
I got you ten minutes with the prisoner, just like we planned.
Room B, sublevel 2. But be quick.
Doc finds you, you're on your own.
Thank you.
You can thank me with ten silver crosses,
just like we planned.
(door opens)
Maybe this is it.
This is the person that Patricia was supposed to meet today.
So we're doing this?
(inhales) We're doing it.
(monitor beeping steadily)
(chuckles softly)
I've tried every chemical combo I can think of,
and nothing is working.
The infection is spreading, and we have so little time!
It's... (chuckling softly)
(sighs)
When I left last year, you asked me if I was leaving or running.
And I told you the first, because I was too afraid
to admit the second.
(exhales)
I've been listening to Kyle.
But I realized, like, I don't...
just run from things.
I run to them,
like...
the sheer velocity of my running can will something into being.
And it works enough of the time to let me keep lying to myself.
And now everyone I love is gonna die
because I lie to myself that being the smartest person
in the room can be enough.
(groans loudly)
(breathing heavily)
(clang)
(horse snorts)
(sputtering)
Probably did not feel good on the ears.
Sound moved... you.
Sounds move things.
Sounds...
are vibrations.
♪ ♪
(click, soft whirring)
Sound is making Jones' cells vibrate.
Damn, Rosa.
You were onto something.
(chuckles softly)
(creaking)
ISOBEL: It's Nora.
Michael's mom?
NORA: Still can't get over how much I see Louise in your eyes.
Did the doctors have you tied up doing their work for them again?
Y-You could say that. Yeah.
I know you want to save as many as you can,
but if you keep swapping out test serum with placebos,
they will find out and catch you.
I knew your grandma was Team Badass.
I understand. My kind are being experimented on, too.
But thanks to you, I'm one step closer.
You followed the schematics exactly to make the machine?
Good. As soon as the final piece is in,
I need you to smuggle the machine back out.
I'm ready for the final piece.
If only it were mine to give.
One of my kind, Theo,
he has critical information for the device.
Theo was the scientist that Jones forced to make clones.
He's the third member of my triad.
Together, we stole Jones' genetics to make a clone.
He's the only one left to continue his reign.
Which caused a problem with the boy
that still needs to be mended.
You mean genetically. What was the problem with Max?
The-the child?
They must not have discussed it.
Great. More Jumanji.
The science to fix this,
to end this fight, to save our home
is in Theo's mind.
You must find him.
Give him the Oasian glass.
What Oasian glass?
The men here hurt me until I made some. It's blank.
But when Theo's done with it,
it'll be the final piece needed
for the machine to be activated
to make contact.
Y-You mean contact with the other Oasians, like a...
telephone?
In a way, but also...
so much more. (inhales)
Just because we have Jones contained for now
doesn't erase the threat.
This information can never make it into his hands.
I won't let you down.
Plan's solid.
But let's say
an unforeseen opportunity presented itself.
Stay the course.
If things go sideways,
we leave empty-handed, but...
at least we'll have our lives.
Just a suggestion for an alt, though...
No. This is where you need
to stay on mission.
The pod is the number one priority.
Okay.
Whatever else you're thinking right now, just forget about it.
It's your choices in the moment of truth that matter.
Sorry.
I don't mean to step on your... MacArthur moment,
but even he knew the value of a contingency plan.
That's all I'm trying...
(scoffs)
(exhales)
(sniffs)
In Iraq,
there was this...
little boy named Omar.
We would trade eggs for chocolate bars.
And he, uh...
he would act out scenes from any James Bond movie.
(chuckles softly)
He was this piece of...
normalcy for me in the maelstrom.
This one day,
I was gonna surprise him with a stack of chocolates
and some black market Bond DVDs.
Then I saw his body on the corner. (exhales)
The corner where we would always talk.
The only crime he ever committed was being my friend.
So when a mission came up to, uh...
to take out the Taliban captain who was responsible,
my buddy and I jumped on it.
(sniffs)
I killed him.
(exhales)
But, in the moment of truth,
I deemed that that wasn't enough.
My buddy wanted to fall back.
I convinced him to...
push further into their lair.
We did not stay on mission.
We got completely overwhelmed.
And I caught a-a bullet where my leg used to be.
Next day I found out that the SEALs
had a plan to go wipe them all out.
But, because of me, they had scattered away.
I let my emotions cloud my judgment.
(inhales)
I lost a piece of me, in many ways, on that mission.
You're-- You are the one piece
that I cannot go through life without.
♪ ♪
Treatment objective is to generate
the right sound frequency to separate Jones' cells
from Maria.
The parameters of the desired frequency are narrow.
If the frequency is too high or too low,
it could rupture and kill both cells,
causing a chain reaction,
killing Maria and everybody inside her mind.
(exhales) Okay.
This is why I am conducting a test
using cells I scraped from the handprint on Maria's head
left by Jones.
(beeps)
Okay.
(beeping)
(trilling)
(high-pitched ringing)
It's working.
(beeping)
ISOBEL: Rosa? Hey, you okay?
What-what do you hear?
If you guys can't hear it, there must be something happening
with the frequency outside of Maria's body.
My gosh,
I bet Liz is doing something to try to help.
Oh. I got to go help her.
we need you here.
This is your mind palace, Iz. Remember that.
(sniffles)
I'll see you on the outside.
(inhales)
♪ ♪
(groans softly, grunts)
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What happened? Are you okay?
Well...
here's to no more twists on our way to meet Theo.
(creaking)
MARIA: Oh, my God. Theo's dead.
Uh, you were saying about there being no more twists?
(exhales)
Did you call me?
so glad you're here.
Okay, the ultrasound machine
that you were hearing--
your line of thinking earlier, it was right.
I'm sorry that I...
shut you down.
It's... alien water under the alien bridge.
(chuckles)
Need a lab assistant?
Actually, I need you to be my lab equipment.
It's a line of questions.
Theo was being tortured,
and he didn't talk.
Well, with his stoic silence,
he didn't exactly tell us what to do with this glass, either.
All right, let me see this.
There's no swirling symbols on it.
Usually, when I touch the glass that Michael has,
it-it lights up.
It starts to shimmer and move.
So you're saying this one is...
empty?
Michael always says that alien glass is part tech
and part genetics.
Do you remember at the county fair last year,
when Max touched that console, he-he got
information about Jones.
Theo has a symbol on his head.
It looks like the one that was on Michael's glass.
What if this interacts
because it holds information, like a thumb drive?
So if the ideas in his head made it onto the glass,
maybe...
(buzzing)
♪ I don't want to set the world ♪
♪ On fire... ♪
(grunts): Okay. You were right
about vibrations and resonant frequency being the answer.
No way. Shut up.
I thought about this study that I read
where sound waves were used on tumors.
Then I found this research explaining
how sound frequency can break plaque bonds
in Alzheimer's patients.
Impressive. But in terms of Maria...
I have MacGyver'd an ultrasound machine to be more powerful.
But I'm not able to measure frequency.
It's sort of like souping up a hot rod
and then driving it without a speedometer.
So you need my subatomic vibrational frequency
to be your speedometer?
I need you
to listen to the resonant frequency
of the alien cells in Jones' DNA
and tell me when they match
with the ultrasound machine.
I could chalkboard out the science, but, essentially,
we're gonna try to break Jones' cells
like an opera singer does a glass.
Without accidentally shattering Maria's cells.
Who says science isn't exciting?
(door opens)
♪ ♪
(high-pitched ringing)
(exhales)
(sniffs)
(sniffles)
I think it's finished.
JONES: It is.
I knew I felt you lurking in the shadows.
Why wait to pounce?
You could've taken the glass when Nora gave it to me.
No. He couldn't.
He's just as bound up in Patricia's memories as we are.
In order to find what he wanted,
he had to let you walk in her footsteps.
You needed my eyes to see.
Well, I knew you couldn't resist the urge to walk the path
of your grandmother.
Her sense of honor
would be your siren song.
All I had to do was tell you how important that was to me
and let your ill-fated good nature do the rest.
Besides,
why fight
when I can just stroll up and see all this?
Why is this science so important to you?
What does it have to do with Max?
Back on our home world,
there were a lot of Maxes.
The model you have shouldn't even exist.
Which makes him all the more a miracle.
Unlike the others,
he's more than just a vessel for me.
It is...
(inhales)
(exhales) It's a little tight,
but, uh...
they definitely saved the best for last.
You said the Dictator was immortal.
You've been jumping into clones' bodies to stay alive.
Until your mother's triad slaughtered all of them
and destroyed the science I needed to generate more.
But...
soon, such hurdles will all be a moot point.
(grunting)
(panting)
(grunts)
(groaning)
ISOBEL: Keep the glass, Maria.
I got Jones.
(grunting)
Want to play mind games? Let's go!
(grunting)
(groans, gasps, coughing)
(groaning)
Time to get back to that equation.
I don't think so.
(grunting)
(whirring)
(groans)
I tried to make it more...
Are you kidding? You crushed it.
I'd say it's maybe an octave and a half off.
Lower.
♪ ♪
(high-pitched ringing)
It's hard for me to be able to keep up to, process and gauge it
at the same time. I wish we had...
Isobel's turquoise.
She uses it to boost her powers. We can use it now to...
Amplify your super hearing.
It'll make you more precise. Here. Okay.
Push it closer slowly, and I'll tell you when to stop.
(gasps, pants)
you've been swapping the experimental drug
for placebos!
(yelps, panting)
DOCTOR: We know
about what you've been doing
with Nora and the machine as well.
You are gonna pay
for the damage you've done.
(pants)
(high-pitched ringing)
(grunting)
(whirring)
(horse neighing)
I'm gonna fix you up
with a nice, potent double dose.
We'll observe you closely
and see what data in the name of science we can gain,
considering how much data you cost us.
You have a lot to learn.
Where are you going?!
(grunting)
(rattling)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(weakly): You can't...
stop their plan,
Dr. Lockhart.
Well, the truth is, Patricia,
I already have.
(grunting)
Slow and steady, sis.
So this is what you've been hiding from me
all these months.
Do you really think this can stop me?
(grunts)
Oh.
Stopping you was never the plan.
What happens if I turn it on?
(whirring)
(rattling)
So, then the battle was for...
Time.
Which, by the looks of things,
you're out of.
(groaning softly)
♪ ♪
(exhales)
(grunts)
♪ ♪
Whew! Kept to the plan!
at the bottom of the mountain, Guerin.
(engine revs)
Come on.
(high-pitched ringing)
Okay, I'm open to that contingency plan.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Good, good.
(exhales)
Let us go!
Might as well shoot Max in that pod if you want to hurt me.
What are you talking about?
When I healed Max's body,
we traded places.
So now Max is in my body,
and I'm in his. (chuckles softly)
Though it's all the same, really.
(growls softly)
Our cells are psychically linked.
You have your mother to thank
for that, actually.
Am I?
Do you have the strength to find out?
Just put the gun down. (chuckles softly)
Hear the whole story from your father's mouth.
(engine revving)
(groaning)
Get in! Let's go!
Go, go, go, go, go!
(engine revving)
(grunts)
(tires screech)
ROSA: (sighs) We needed this win,
hermana. (chuckles)
And I needed a lesson that you were kind enough to teach me.
I've seen how much you've grown in your recovery.
I let my ego and narrow-mindedness get in the way
of considering all options.
And the only reason that Maria is alive is because of you.
Hmm.
You know, I think we make a pretty good team.
And as I learn about...
myself and all this... (chuckles)
I'm really gonna need you.
I've actually had some dreams percolating lately.
But...
I think, for now, we should just hug it out
and go celebrate with Maria.
(whoops) We doing shots or what, guys?
Heck yes!
Hey. Mmm.
Mmm, mmm.
but I can sip on another beer.
We are glad to have you back, DeLuca.
ALEX: Move it.
You're not the only one who wants to welcome
our heroine home.
Hey.
Mm. Thankfully, I was not fighting alone.
I had my sisters with me.
And Patricia.
And your mom, Guerin.
I didn't get a lot of time with her,
but, from what I saw, she was a genius.
And a fighter.
Patricia and Nora were working on a machine together,
till they were caught by some creepy doctor named Lockhart.
A machine?
Yeah.
Well, what does it do?
♪ Natural high ♪
♪ High. ♪
I can't get over Maria's story.
My mom's part in it all. She was magnificent.
Mm. What was it Maria said, that she was a genius?
And a fighter?
Maybe, uh, Nora is the block that you're a chip off of
and not Jones.
Hmm.
Maybe she is.
I just can't believe I've been spending my whole life...
...trying to find a way to call aliens,
and my mom already built one.
I've seen it, actually.
The Lockhart Machine.
Now I know why it's named that.
At Deep Sky?
Which means, despite how much you want to...
...you can't show it to me.
Well, you know what, I'm gonna talk to my boss Eduardo
about working on it together.
♪ To you... ♪
I completely get...
the literal definition of an alien
might not get clearance to tap it with a screwdriver.
(chuckles) I got to admit, I'm surprised to hear you say that.
♪ Anybody feels... ♪
One mission at a time, right?
You know what, though? If it, uh...
if it makes all the suffering from the crash in '47 worth it
and it helps Max in the process,
then I will tell you everything that I know about it.
Okay.
♪ 'Cause maybe ♪
I'm looking forward to it.
Okay.
♪ You're gonna be the one ♪
♪ That saves me ♪
But I'm confused, though.
What is the mission you're working on right now?
♪ And after all... ♪
♪ You're my wonderwall... ♪
(exhales)
(chuckles)
We come from badass stock, babe.
Clearly.
♪ That the fire in your heart is out ♪
Thank you.
♪ I'm sure... ♪
That's what family does.
♪ All before, but you never really had ♪
(phone buzzing)
♪ A doubt... ♪
Okay. For real,
this man has been a saint,
and you should take that call.
♪ Feels the way I do... ♪
Hello, Gregory Manes.
♪ And all the roads ♪
♪ We have to walk are winding ♪
♪ Are winding ♪
♪ And all the lights ♪
♪ That lead us there ♪
♪ Are blinding... ♪
Hey, girl.
I brought you a little, um...
Châteauneuf-du-Pape
to go with that science.
I'm okay.
My brain is, like, racing
and stuck at the same time.
The signs were all there.
Jones's interest in severing his connection with Max.
Cloning. Frequency.
We have a lot of work to do.
Mm-hmm.
But... thanks to what we learned in the mindscape,
we also know exactly where to start.
So I say just take a breath for a second.
Mm-hmm.
So what if you give that big brain of yours
just a little bit of a break
before you start again?
Can I force one on you?
(chuckles)
Because I, for one, would like to recognize...
(pouring)
...that you are back in Roswell for good.
Okay, a moment.
'Cause I'm glad, too.
(chuckles softly)
All right. (exhales)
I'm gonna drink this wine.
I'm gonna hug Maria DeLuca till it hurts.
Yes.
And then I'm gonna do what I always do.
Save Max Evans.
♪ And after all ♪
♪ You're my wonderwall ♪
♪ And after all ♪
♪ You're my wonderwall. ♪
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