Roswell, New Mexico

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

50 years after the incident,

I woke up in here. No memories or rudimentary skills.

Noah is a vile sociopath

who murdered my sister.

Rosa.

You can't resurrect a girl

that's been dead a decade.

Rosa, where's Max?

: No.

Why do I know you? She's my...

Your mother.

Your mother's cell was marked N39.

There's got to be more on the files.

Please, just help me. Help me get him into the pod, Michael.

Liz thinks we could do a heart transplant.

So she wants to use Noah's heart?

My name is Elizabeth Ortecho,

and this is my record of the dissection

of specimen NB.

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Wake up, cowboy.

We got us an alien problem.

- Did you bring... - The medical supplies,

the lab equipment... and the specimen.

Noah's in there?

What's left of him.

Follow me.

This used to be an Indian boarding school.

My grandmother told me some pretty rough stories.

When it shut down, the Air Force acquired the land.

It's been untouched for 40 years,

but it's monitored by me.

Maybe we can give it a happier ending.

Top-of-the-line security, can't be hacked.

What'd you tell your team?

They didn't ask questions. They obey my orders.

So this is where you're gonna solve

the mysteries of the universe?

Yeah.

This is where we're gonna save Max.

Is that Max's laptop?

His password was "password."

I wanted to look at my obituary,

and then I clicked this link,

and then I clicked this other link...

Did you know that Jimmy from Degrassi is a rapper now?

Don't look at your obituary.

Okay? That's morbid.

What was my funeral like?

Come on, like you wouldn't be curious.

It was beautiful. I mean, the whole town came.

Everyone joined in the rosario.

Mom sang "Las Golondrinas,"

and Dad wanted you in a white dress,

but I insisted on your Live Through This T-shirt.

Hey.

And now it doesn't matter, so...

- I got to go. - Ah, affection, I'm allergic.

- Yeah. - Ugh.

Everybody in this town is haunted.

They pretend everything is fine.

But they're all fighting these secret battles with shadows.

And hoping the scars will eventually fade.

They're all dragging their demons around...

and trying to make it look like their backs

aren't breaking under the weight of it all.

Maybe that's what growing up is.

Grieving in secret for all the stuff you can't get back.

For the people you lost.

For the person you used to be.

Everybody in this town is haunted.

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Except for me.

I'm the ghost.

: What are you waiting for?

You have to stop Liz.

Tell her she can't bring me back, Rosa.

Why? Why don't you want her to save you?

I-I can't take it anymore. Just end it.

They'll figure it out. They'll save you.

I can't wait that long.

It's like burning alive from inside.

She's never gonna stop trying.

Then you have to stop her.

Please!

Order up.

Hey.

Did you have another bad dream?

Did you get my sketchbook?

I-I got distracted. I was talking to Dad

- about finances at the café. - (SIGHS)

It's on the bookshelf in our room, okay?

I'm-I'm getting anxious.

I'll look for it. I-I just have to go to the lab, and then

check in with Maria, and then I have to do a shift at the Crashdown.

Look, when I saw that doctor last year... or,

11 years ago, whatever,

she said that art is a coping mechanism.

So, I...

Look, you know what, never mind. Don't worry about it.

You have enough on your plate. I'll figure it out.

I'll look again.

And I'm gonna e-mail you the link

to this online addiction counseling service.

I don't need addiction counseling.

Kyle said I'm cured of my vices, remember?

Also, Yahoo deleted my e-mail while I was dead, which... rude.

I guess I'm gonna have to text you.

My contact info's in there,

and Kyle, in case of emergency.

Cool, so I can just add all my other friends.

Oh, wait. I know this sucks,

but in the meantime...

Don't go outside. Don't order pizza.

If somebody calls asking my favorite

scary movie, don't engage.

Yeah.

You should see this graffiti

that's been popping up around town.

I'll send you a picture. I think you'd like it.

It's, like, super you.

Hmm. And all it takes is ten years in a cave

for some hot younger artist to come steal your whole brand.

Damn it.

No sudden movements. Wouldn't want to dislodge

your catheter.

: You know how many ways

I could kill you, Kyle?

It'll be a few days before you're strong enough to continue

your systematic elimination of my family tree.

I can still dismantle everything that matters...

Shut up, Dad.

We have video of you at Caulfield prison.

We have video of you feeding Kyle's father

to a starved and desperate alien.

And what're you gonna do with it?

Expose the truth?

I don't think so.

I don't think you'd do that to Michael Guerin.

He wouldn't.

I would.

I don't give a damn whose life I mess up right now

as long as yours goes with it.

DeLuca?

Why are you awake? It's still daytime.

Didn't think I'd see you around.

My mom's been missing for two weeks.

You making out with Lindsey is low on my list of concerns.

What-what do the cops say?

Sheriff Valenti said they're doing the best

they can with their limited resources.

I tried to call Max,

but deputy said he's not back.

Yeah, I'm not sure he's coming back.

When your mom wandered off in the past,

she always came right home?

Usually, yeah.

I just, I keep worrying

that maybe she's

scared or tired or cold or something.

You're imagining the worst-case scenario.

Yeah, all the time. It's like I just can't get it...

Get it out of your head. Yeah.

I didn't know my mom, but...

I found out things were pretty bad for her,

and it's been distracting me.

From, uh... my work.

Would you... show this to your customers for me?

I have to go meet with a private detective.

- Sounds expensive. - Yeah.

Well, nobody ever accused me of a lack of hustle.

Human tissue can obviously regenerate from stem cells.

With the right methodology,

I could use your blood to make adjustments

for alien physiology.

I have to monitor exactly when cell degradation begins,

down to the second. I can't miss it.

Eight hours before I need to be back.

All right.

And, um...