Roswell, New Mexico

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

I thought you were supposed to be packing all this up.

I am, and I will.

After one last twirl with your stolen centrifuge?

I'll get it. Thank you. Uh...

Are we getting sopaipillas?

Oh, good. Thanks.

The hell are you doing here? They said that you mixed

whiskey with your medication. Uncle Tripp.

I let him down.

And tonight I went to the bunker.

I keep trying to crack the code.

It was you. You're Walt.

You're the little boy in the photo.

You knew my mother.

I don't talk about my past.

Period.

It's about my past.

You've been lying to me all this time,

you crusty old piece of... Okay, okay, Michael.

Mr. Sanders, I assure you,

I have a deep appreciation for secrecy.

What you tell us

will stay between us.

But you will tell us.

Okay, look, beers on us as long as you're talking.

Hypothesis. The specimens

display resistance to earthly infectious diseases

due to alien hereditary immunity.

Hypothesis.

Pooled immunoglobulin

harvested from an alien donor

can be transferred to a human recipient.

Human subjects exposed

to specific sequencing of alien DNA

will develop immunity to corresponding diseases.

Papi, hi.

How's Rosa doing?

- She's sleeping still. - Listen, Carl's wife,

she's in labor. Again?

So you'll need to close up.

Clean up the griddle. Marry the ketchups.

Scrape the gum from underneath the tables.

It gets worse the longer you leave it.

Mm, ouch.

Did I hurt you?

No, but the chair did.

This is getting ridiculous. Come on.

But this is our spot.

I just wish I could take you out.

Someplace other than the hospital.

What makes you think that you can't?

Okay. Let's go out.

Now.

Oh, Sheriff.

Where...

Where-Where's, uh... Is...

Where's Charlie C... Charlie Cameron?

She was just here. We were...

We were just talking. There was this...

Stand up, Evans.

Hands.

What?

It's midnight. Nothing's open.

You said you wanted a burger,

and I happen to know people. Oh.

Kyle?

Hi.

I was just locking up.

You're coat closet girl, right?

Uh, Liz, uh, Steph.

I wanted to buy her a burger,

and Carl usually, um... Right.

We should go. No. Oh, God, no. Please, come on in.

Burger's the least I could do.

About the coat closet, um...

Look, we just met.

You don't have to apologize.

It's not like I was assuming you were

a blushing virgin or something.

Liz and I dated in high school.

Yeah, I-I can't decide if I should be charmed

or unnerved that you somehow orchestrated

your ex third-wheeling our first date.

Oh, come on. Oh, be charmed.

And, you don't... you don't know the half of it.

Kyle and I not only used to date,

we also share a sister.

Yeah, my mom, his dad, a torrid affair in the '80s.

Oh, so you're not related?

Oh...

Oh, uh, we figured...

Yeah, we're good. I compared our DNA.

You did?

Hi, I'm Liz. Have we met? Mm.

Um, do you have a liquor license?

You know what, I'm gonna get you

Arturo Ortecho's emergency stash.

Thanks. Huh.

I'll be right back.

Ooh, uh...

she shouldn't be drinking.

Oh, is she in recovery?

She's sick.

I... She doesn't think I know,

and she's trying to pretend like everything's normal,

but it's actually a big deal she's even out of the hospital.

It's a very rare blood disease. She was exposed to bacteria.

You looked at her medical records?

Oh, now you're respectful of hospital policy?

Whoa, we are talking about a human being,

not borrowed machinery. Got it.

So if it's for your boyfriend,

we're all expected to lie, steal and cheat,

but otherwise we have a strict moral code.

Okay, enough, yes. You've guilted me enough.

If you were the one who died, I would have fought like hell

to save you, too.

Your love life, on the other hand...

I think you should tell Steph what you know.

I hate that I can't help her.

I-I hate that she's lying.

I hate that I even like her anyway.

She's a feisty Latina. You clearly have a type.

You know, I think she's just trying to protect you.

Lying to protect someone is still lying.

Yes.

What are you hiding?

Max is freaked out by science experiments.

Uh-huh. Like, in general.

He thinks his life's gonna turn out like the end of E.T.,

and I don't want to stress out his heart right now,

so I haven't told him that I'm back to work in the lab.

Another way to not cause him any stress

would be to just maybe not experiment on alien DNA.

You know that, right?

It's me.

There's no risk of guys in Hazmat suits

stealing him out of a bicycle basket. Mm-hmm.

I mean, I would-I would never expose his family.

And what if my research could help Maria?

I looked at those files. Any record of the experiment

done on Maria's grandmother was lost in a fire.

What are you doing in that lab? Kyle,

the aliens have never been sick.

So my theory is that

their planet is very similar to ours,

but just more evolved.

So its inhabitants have built up a hereditary immunity

to illnesses that still plague this planet.

So you're saying... Down the line,

alien DNA could create a universal vaccine.

This could end illness.

Cool. Good to know we're operating

in the realm of realism here.

Oh... What is it?

Aah!

Should we call the fire department?

Maybe I could meet a cute fireman.

Since the doctor I sometimes make out with

is whisper-yelling at his ex-girlfriend

slash, kinda-sister person.

These shakes are on the house.

We were whispering about you, if that helps.

Kyle is totally into you.

I'm right here. It helps,

but, uh, this is still a first date story

fit for a Reddit thread.

Oh, it could be worse.

I just went on a date with a guy who had selective amnesia

and forgot that I existed.

And the first thing he wanted to know

was the worst thing I ever did.

Um, I'm guessing that ended badly.

Oh, he's the love of her life.

Are you attracted to red flags?

Hmm.

Red has always been my color.

If you need anything...

You know what? Kyle knows where everything is.

So, um, I'm gonna be upstairs with my research,

and, uh...

just, uh, shout when you want to leave.

She's not subtle.

So... Valenti...

Mm-hmm.

What's the worst thing you've ever done?

Okay, um...

I was a high school dick.

Mm. And the guy I treated the worst back then

is one of the only people I can count on now.

And I hate what I put him through.

I once catfished a girl for an entire semester

just so that she could get stood up at prom

by her super hot, super fake boyfriend.

You were a bully?

I've evolved since high school.

It's just annoying because

I can't shake off that insecurity.

I can't stop thinking what someone as perfect as you