Roswell, New Mexico

Every small town has a story,

but my hometown has a legend.

Roswell was a sleepy cowboy settlement in postwar America,

full of farmers and military men,

until, one day, something extraordinary happened.

Or so the legend goes.

Ever since, UFO enthusiasts have flooded in,

searching for some cosmic phenomenon

to prove we're not all alone in the universe.

As a kid, I was searching, too, in my own way,

until I realized that Roswell is just a small town,

full of small tragedies and small people,

people I never plan to see again.

Go further.

You've got to be kidding me.

So you let the Joneses and the Jenners through,

but you're gonna stop the Latina and tell me

this is just a DWI checkpoint? Ma'am...

I know Roswell

is well past the 100-mile border zone, vato.

Ma'am... So I will have the ACLU so far up your ass,

you'll be reciting the Tenth Circuit

Venzor-Castillo verdict in your sleep.

Liz.

Max.

It's been a long time.

Ten years.

You're still in Roswell.

And you're finally back.

Problem, Evans?

Elizabeth Ortecho.

Sheriff Valenti. Hi.

Well, Kyle will be thrilled you're here for the reunion.

Don't think anyone expected you to come back for it.

Reunion? This weekend?

Are you gonna Breathalyze me, or...?

Nah. You were always a good girl, Liz.

Tell your dad I said hello.

I know you think you're safe, but you're not.

Aliens have already ruined your life.

Aliens are the Illuminati. They're conditioning us.

You ever tangle with a Beyoncé fan on Twitter? Relentless.

They're brainwashed by subliminal messaging

in the music.

And soon the war for the soul of America will be on.

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You really think aliens are after America?

It's the greatest country in the galaxy.

Are you a believer?

That's why I'm in Roswell.

My great-grandpa was impregnated by an alien here in 1947.

Your great-grand... father?

Abducted, probed.

Ever since, only men in the family carry children.

Liz, what have I told you

about toying with the customers, huh?

14 months I carried you, and still you don't listen.

Alien gestation. Que bárbaro. Papá.

Our little genius, finally home. Hmm.

It's late. Are you off the clock?

Oh, Carl's wife had her baby.

I'm covering his late shift this week.

How was the drive? Awesome.

There's so much nothing to look at between Denver and Roswell.

There was an ICE checkpoint on 285, Dad.

We can sell the diner, move to a sanctuary city.

I need to know you're not gonna get deported.

I like it here.

I like making milkshakes

for tourists dressed like little green men, hmm?

Go upstairs, get some rest. Yeah.

I'm already caffeinating. I can cover until closing.

I can do it in my sleep.

You... rest.

You have to wear the antennae.

No. No way.

Men in Blackened salmon with Scully's sweet potato fries

and extra flying sauce to go.

Thanks.

: Okay.

One, two...

One, two, three, four.

("Mrs. Potter's Lullaby" by Counting Crows playing)

We're closed.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I, uh, I just came to tell you

your left front running light is out.

What?

You, uh... you peeled out before I could say anything,

but that's why I stopped you.

I'm not one of the bad guys, Liz.

Anyway, it was, uh... it was really good to see you.

You want a milkshake?

I could put a couple shots of bourbon in.

Least I can do after I was a total bitch to you.

No, you weren't.

Truth is, Immigration has been all over us.

Crime spiked, suits want to blame the undocumented,

but tearing families apart, that is not why I joined the force.

You wanted to be a writer.

You remember that?

So why did you join the force?

Why does anybody do anything?

Come on.

I like protecting people.

It helps me sleep at night.

Haven't heard this song in a while.

This is my song.

Song that makes me feel better when nothing else can.

My sister loved it.

Whatever she thought was cool, I thought was cool, so...

I never got to tell you how sorry I am.

It was a long time ago.

Right.

So... where you been?

Denver, working on an experimental

regenerative medicine study.

We were onto something special, but of course

we lost funding because someone needs money for a wall.

And now I'm here,

wearing antennae, and, uh...

sharing a shake with my high school lab partner.

Oh. Are-are we sharing?

Yeah.

You know, I used to... think about what I would say

if I ever saw you again.

Get down! Get down!

No. No.

Liz?

I'm here. It's okay.

It's okay. It's just... I'm here. I'm here. I was shot?

I was shot? No, no, no. It's...

It's just ketchup. Ketchup.

Please... tell me.

Tell me. Tell me you're all right.

I'm all right. I'm all right.

Shots fired at the Crashdown!

Perp is armed. I'm in pursuit on foot.

Stop! Sheriff's Department!

: I need you.

You like when I'm in control?

Uh-huh.

MAX (echoing): Isobel.

I need you.

I have to go. What?

Don't question me.

You agreed to obey all night long.

This is part of the... thing?

Yes. I think it's called "hoverboarding."

I'll check the book.

Isobel! I love you!

I never should have let you close.

Why? The ten-year anniversary of Rosa's death

reignited some anger, okay?

Why do you stay in this town

that hates us for no good reason?

They have a reason, mija.

Your sister took drugs, and she drove,

and when she died, she took two innocent girls with her.

Liz. Arturo.

Does anyone need medical attention?

How long have people been coming after my father's diner?

Our home? I have been back for five hours,

and someone just blew out the window.

Liz, were you hurt?

No.

No, I'm-I'm fine.