Roswell, New Mexico

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Maybe spending the decade dead

inside of an egg coffin from outer space

- has some side effects. But you've been pumping Max

full of antidote for three days.

Parts of your brain that have gone dark

are lighting up again.

- Who sold you the pills? - It was Mom!

She was either too high to notice that

they're missing or she knows and she doesn't care.

I was crying

'cause I'd had a tough day and I want my mom.

Maybe she just thinks I can take care of myself, but...

I'm not done being taken care of.

Ground your intention.

Feel the current running through your body,

your hands guiding it with purpose.

See?

Your turn.

Oh, this is stupid.

Ground my intention? I don't speak

bored rich lady at yoga.

We have been at this

for a week and I still can't control

what happened to me. The thing with Max's heart

- was just a fluke. - We got time.

- I love hanging out with you. - It's called training, Rosa.

You have to do it if you want to control your abilities.

With great power

comes great responsibility.

Maybe don't remind her

of all the Spider-Man movies she's missed.

Look, I know

I'm...

supposed to be a silent observer over here,

but I do know a thing or two

about electricity shooting out of your fingertips

at inopportune times.

So let's try a different approach.

I'd like to approach home.

We have to figure out how to manage this.

Your extrasensory appliance homicide's getting expensive.

- Think about it this way... - I swear to God,

if you bring up alien puberty

one more time...

Okay, no, no. I'll just...

- Let me show you. - Oh, but with your words.

Your heart isn't strong enough,

and we don't know how your pacemaker's

gonna respond to this.

Yeah, you're right.

Okay. Uh...

Okay, draw energy

- from your spine... - No, don't touch me.

Look, you resurrected me.

I jump-started your heart. We're good.

That doesn't mean that I need to like you or trust you

or want you around.

You are the one who told me

over and over again, in my sleep,

how dangerous you are.

I started drinking again to shut you up.

So I'm sorry if I'm not

super pumped that you're banging my sister.

Rosa. Hey.

Uh, no, she's right.

I've invaded her space

enough. I'm sorry. I was...

trying to help.

This morning,

she shorted a hair dryer before she even plugged it in.

I'm worried she's

gonna hurt herself.

Or someone else.

Saturn's rings, extra Foster's ranch.

How about you whip up a Peanut Butter Blast-Off

and bring it upstairs?

I... heard a little mouse crying

- in her room this morning. - I think we are past the point

of milkshake coping mechanisms.

This might call for flan, then.

Sure, Dad.

Here you go.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

Escamoles, extra space jam, please.

Friends and family discount?

Don't be rude, mija.

Come give your mama a kiss.

We're closed.

If you're here for prom photos,

- you're a little late. - The I-40

is practically a parking lot at this time of day.

Ai, tough crowd.

Well...

I didn't come empty-handed.

Merry Christmas,

happy 18th birthday,

graduation, mi corazón.

Helena.

Arturito.

Te ves bien.

How long has it been?

Seven years.

Since Jim's funeral.

Why are you here now?

Your dad asked me to come.

I asked you

to transfer your half of the diner to Liz,

so she could sponsor my residency.

You could have e-mailed

the papers back.

- You're not gonna sign them. - I don't want

to hold up your father's path to citizenship,

but a little part of me still lives in this place.

¿Cuánto quieres, Mamá?

How much do you want?

Let's discuss over dinner.

Mm.

Can't. Busy.

Forever.

No dinner...

no diner.

Dinner's at 7:00.

Try not to be a decade late this time.

Look, all I'm gonna say is

- she had a very thoughtful manicure. - Whoa.

So you're gonna be a Planet 7 regular?

Mm, maybe.

I'm very happy for you.

I should have known all along, honestly.

I mean, what does an alien care about human gender constructs?

Seriously, Max, if it doesn't work out with you and Liz,

you should... save a horse,

- ride a cowboy. - Oh.

Sounds good.

What's up, Max? You had a bad burrito?

Something wrong with your pacemaker?

Liz checks my vitals constantly.

I don't need you worrying, too.

Okay, why are you brooding?

You guys remember that recurring dream I used to have

about being chained up?

I'm starting to think that maybe it was more

than just a night terror, that maybe...

it's a memory from before we came out of the pods.

It's becoming

more specific.

It's... it feels like it happened.

Maybe if we give you more of the antidote.

Max, you just got your life back.

Look, it's probably just a dream. But if it isn't,

why open up some portal to a dark past

that potentially involves child imprisonment?

Isobel's right.

You don't need the added stress.

Let's just be happy with where we are.

Oh, my gosh.

He is like if the heart-eyes emoji

and the cowboy hat emoji

- had a little emoji baby. - Oh, yeah.

- Cute. - (CHUCKLES)

Thanks for the beer, guys. I'm gonna go try

to get my job back so I can pay for the next one.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

Wait, who's paying for this?

Where's my red jacket? Did you borrow it

- while I was dead? - Okay, you're ridiculous.

Mom hated that one. It drove her crazy.

She'd be like, "Eres una mujercita."

Whoa. You are not coming to dinner.

Mom is an opportunist. If she found out

she had a kid who came back from the dead,

she would use you to get to Anderson Cooper,

and then she'd use him to promote

her latest lounge singer gig.

I'm not leaving you alone with Hurricane Helena.

Liz, Mom is your kryptonite.

Okay? She turns you into this needy little spider monkey

who's, like, desperate for her attention, and then she's gone,

and you're crying under the covers for a week. It's...

To you, Mom just left.

But I took your advice

and I stopped believing in her a long time ago.

I can handle dinner.

Okay? All I want

is for her to sign that contract and go.

16 bucks.

No friends-with-benefits discount?

Ooh, sorry, that Groupon expired.

- Mm. - And Isobel pays double.

: Becky tax.

Huh.

Uh, maybe you can work it off.

Lead bartender quit this morning.

He went off to chase his rodeo clown dreams.

Oh, I don't think Sanders would take too kindly

to you poaching his only mechanic.

- Mm. - How about

I get dinner tonight?

Kyle!