Roswell, New Mexico

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Max's heart is never beating again.

He died of a massive heart attack. The organ is shredded.

Liz thinks we could do a heart transplant.

She wants to use Noah's heart?

The pod keeps us in stasis by regenerating

our cells at the same rate they degrade.

This current will speed up the regeneration

so Max will actually improve in there.

He's out here.

Don't you feel it?

I feel like you owe me both those grape sodas you brought.

There he is.

Leave me alone.

- Get out of here. - Y-You don't remember us?

I remember you. I don't know you.

I-I've been looking for you. We didn't know your name.

Michael Guerin. After nobody adopted me for a year,

they just stuck me with the name of that trucker who found us.

But all you got to know about me

is I want to be left the hell alone!

That's why I'm all the way out here,

because I want to be alone!

Okay. W-We'll leave you alone, okay?

If that's what you want.

But if you change your mind,

there's this diner, the Crashdown.

I'll be there every day.

Okay?

In case you want a burger or something.

Hey!

I didn't ask for that!

I didn't ask you for anything!

The hell is this?

When I'm finished, it's going to be a rebuilt classic.

Relax, Sanders.

I'm just fixing it up for a buddy who's on his way home.

You're meant to be working on Riley's tractor.

Riley picked up the tractor this morning.

Money's in the till.

You're doing this as a favor?

I'm repaying an old debt.

Don't pay more than you collect, kid.

Passing credit back and forth

is a good way to get stuck with somebody forever.

Papi is

- finally asleep. - (LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Clutching his rosary but asleep.

I can't believe we're all under the same roof.

We're a family again.

Yeah. I've been thinking.

I think you should move into Max's place.

You can, you can get it ready for his return,

and do the whole domestic bliss... thing.

I'm so sorry. Who are you and what happened to "how could you

forgive the bastion of white male privilege?"

: You want your own room.

I need... I deserve my own room, Liz.

Oh, and Max is getting stronger in there,

but it is still going to be months

before we can actually attempt this surgery.

I should be here.

What if your dreams come back?

I have not had any freaky dreams in weeks.

Okay, Max is probably off haunting Isobel,

now that they're strong enough for their...

psychic twincest weirdness.

How long has that been happening?

Um, I don't know. It's an old boom box.

Rosa,

have electrical appliances been malfunctioning around you?

I really thought it was just a side effect of the handprint.

If-if being in the pod

introduced a new protein into your system,

it could have altered your DNA, too.

You could be developing abilities.

Liz.

Look, the handprint is changing. It's smaller.

It's fading.

Tell me this is a good thing.

I don't think so.

The pod's got a charge. It's like a, it's like a battery,

powering the preservation process.

This one's gone dead.

Did the generator blow the electromagnetic threshold?

I think a surge came from the pod itself.

But that pod has lasted almost a century.

- It shouldn't glitch out. - Okay, well, then, this one did.

All right, stop.

It doesn't matter why the pod is broken. It just is.

- So how long does Max have? - My theory is

that being tethered to Rosa through the mark

is what kept Max from going brain-dead,

and in turn the stasis process

is what kept the mark from fading.

So he could be gone by tonight.

Okay, well, we have three more pods.

so let's just put him into another pod.

No.

He's just gonna do it again.

I haven't told you everything.

I didn't want to scare you, I didn't want

to be the one that took the hope away.

Talk now, Rosa. Right now.

I was seeing Max in my nightmares

months before I told you about it, and he was

begging me to stop you.

He said that he was in a lot of pain in there.

That's Noah's pod. Noah told us it was broken.

It wasn't keeping him in stasis, he could feel time passing.

None of us thought of that.

We've been doing everything we can to make Max stronger.

He pulled his own plug.

You've been avoiding me.

Well, I learned you and all of our friends

have been lying to me about aliens and murders

and resurrection, so,

haven't been feeling particularly social.

That being said, I fell for your ex,

so I've decided, even though

I'm still not speaking to them, you and I are even?

That's fair.

What's up?

Can't remember the password.

And you want me to use my NSA intelligence cryptology training

to hack into your laptop?

How does any straight man survive you?

They don't.

How did you get here so fast?

You called, I broke the speed limit. What else is new?

You ran a scan on Noah's heart?

It's still too weak to transplant.

We can't do anything to save Max for at least eight weeks.

Right. I knew that. Of course.

Do you think it's true that he's been in pain?

Rosa's story keeps changing. I...

I wrote a paper for a bioethics class on patients

in vegetative states who feel pain.

Sometimes it's all they feel.

That can't be it. Our experiment was working. This is not over.

No, you didn't fail. I mean, that heart

was beyond repair, and now it's healing.

In a few months, i-it'll be viable again. That's insane.

You are the smartest person I know,

but your genius pales compared to your compassion.

And that's what we're up against now.

We can't outsmart our own humanity.

Okay, so what am I supposed to?

Sit around and wait for him to fade away?

I think you're supposed to use this time to find a way

to say goodbye that gives you

the best chance at living through it.

Decision's gonna fall on you.

I know, it's not fair.

But Max is your person.

: Wow.

There it is.

- There what is? - (CHUCKLES)

You know, our whole lives, you've kept your distance.

And you've always insisted that you're an outsider.

And I never got that,

because for me and Max, you were family.

You always were.

On the worst day, you get to say, "Nope, no,

he's your person,"

pretend like he hasn't been ours all along.

I see that now.

You got me.

My abandonment issues have all been a long con

in case your half-resurrected brother

decides to short-circuit his stasis pod.

What are we gonna do, Isobel?

I was pregnant

when Noah died.

I had, um, I had a touch choice to make.

And I did it by imagining that Max was there.

Not just the platitudes and... but the really tough questions.

I'd have been there.

I know.

But it was a decision that I had to make on my own.

I mean, it was, it was terrifying,

but I knew what was right for me.

So I think you're wrong about this decision.

What happens to Max is not my choice.

It's not yours.

It doesn't matter how much we love him.

If Rosa's right,

then Max has already made his own decision,

to end his suffering.

Max is gonna die today.

Yeah.

I think he is.

Is the handprint still there?

It's smaller, but, yeah, it's, it's still there.

L-Liz, I'm really, really sorry that I never told you

what Max was asking me to do. I...

I dreamed about you all the time after you died.

It hurt at first, waking up and remembering you were still gone.

But then, eventually, I started to hope I'd dream of you.

They felt like little visits.