Roswell, New Mexico

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

This should restore your powers.

Max doesn't want the cure. He's made his choice.

What happened to the mist? Might've inhaled a bit.

It's opened my mind up to infinite possibilities,

including one that is so close to my heart.

She's dead. She doesn't have to be.

That mist will not regenerate human cells.

You have created the compound

that boosts brain power beyond limit.

Imagine if the brilliant Liz Ortecho

tried just a little. No, Shivani, don't do it.

She's barely breathing. Are you sure you know what you're doing?

No, I got no idea

but I've got the alien doc in my ear.

Grab the heart rate monitor.

Do we need one for Shivani, too?

No, they kept her at Senovative. She's not as bad.

Liz must've taken the brunt of that mist.

Valenti, you got any idea what a-a gallon

of performance-enhancing alien solution could do to a human?

When is he supposed to get here?

Uh, it's gonna be a little while.

Kyle's in Careyes tracking Allie Meyers.

Sorry, he's in Mexico?

Yeah, it's a long story. Did you call your dad?

No. About alien drugs? Absolutely not.

Nobody wants him here screaming over

justice for his Elizabeth.

Her temp is 101.3.

Heart rate's dropping. Is there anyone else

at Deep Sky that can help us?

He said there's no one who knows more

about alien science than me.

Which is comforting to no one, so...

We need to find the naloxone.

Valenti said it'll block the drug, reverse its effects.

That's for opioids,

not alien narcotics. How can he be so sure

that that's gonna work? He can't.

Hey, it's going up, that's good.

Valenti said it needs to be

closer to 60.Okay, this is an alien problem.

Maybe we need to attack it in an alien way.

If we jump into her mind... But she's comatose and you are basically human.

We have no idea what this is dong to her brain.Right.

Exactly, which is why we need to talk to a scientist.

No offense, Michael.

Okay, well, I will go in, then, alone.

No. If anyone can reach her in there, it's me.

We need answers.

Okay, fine. You coming?

No, I think you got it. I got to make a phone call.

Thank you.

You ready for this?

I don't get it.

When you were in trouble, your mind was crumbling.

Maria's was haunted.

Why is Liz's so normal?

I don't think, uh,

horses are normal.

And neither are they.

Cowboy bodyguards.

Can't say that she doesn't have a type.

Hey, uh, any of you buckaroos

know where we can find Liz Ortecho?

Max!

Don't do this! I'm here to help!

Did you find Liz? No, it's like

a "Cowboy on Elm Street" in there.

I got shot. What about Max?

Why isn't he waking up? Oh, God.

Max got taken.

Is he trapped inside?

I think they both are.

Okay, this is strange.

Um...

Am I dreaming?

Or is this a mindscape?

Surprise!

Ten years, Sheriff.

What a feat.

Sheriff of my own mind.

Cute. I'm sure Freud would be interested in that one.

Uh, where's Max?

On his book tour?

Oh. He finally wrote his novel.

His third novel. You o-okay, Sheriff?

Yeah. Yeah, I will be, as soon as I wake up.

But if I can't wake up, then...

This is definitely a mindscape.

Liz, it's Max.

He's been kidnapped.

Max kidnapped, Isobel Evans murdered.

It's unthinkable.

Why here? Why Max?

Why you?

Uh, I don't know about the first two,

but seeking justice will never be out of my blood.

I may be retired,

but Deputy Machete's still got skills.

Deputy Mache... No, mm-mmm.

You can stay put.

Little sisters don't get to boss their family around.

Shouldn't you be Frida Kahlo in this?

This is your man we're talking about, okay?

I already spoke to the bartender,

and she said she only heard one shot fired.

So the real question:

how does a gunslinger as fast as Isobel Evans get got?

'Cause Isobel Evans isn't a gunslinger.

She's an alien swordswoman.

Ugh! Think, Liz. Think, think, think.

Okay. I was, uh...

I was arguing with Shivani. She broke the canister.

I inhaled the mist.

That is why I'm trapped in my own Tombstonemindscape.

Every time that we are trapped in one of these rodeos

it's because the person whose head we're in

has something to sort out.

I think I'm thinking very clearly.

What I need to do is follow the path

and figure out why I'm here.

Max is missing. Take a minute, mija.

I can't. In order to wake up, I have to solve the riddle.

Okay? And the first step is to find it.

Liz, mira.

That's the direction of...

My house.

Ask and you shall receive.

Okay, Machete, stay here. Vamos.

"Surrender Sheriff, or the real Max dies."

What does he mean "real Max"?

It means Max came in after me.

But if he dies in here he's not gonna die out there.

He'll just get ejected.

Unless...

I'm scared to ask.

Sweaty palms.

Slowed pulse.

In the real world, I'm dying.

I can't get back in.

It's like there's a barrier.

Shivani's docs said the drugs turned her into Jimmy Neutron.

Before she passed out,

she was writing formulas on the board

in subjects she never even studied.

If the alien proteins in that compound

grafted onto Liz's cells,

maybe it's giving her mind the ability to...

bind Max inside.

In other words, Max is struck in there until Liz wakes up?

Or until Liz dies.

In which case, Max dies too.

She's got a rash on her chest.

Oh, God. Her pulse is declining.

What do we do now, Guerin? How would I know?

I engineer alien tech,

not bodies.

Clearly, Kyle trusted you.

Because he had no choice.

Maybe it's time to call a doctor,

because right now it might as well

be Sanders working on them.

I already called one.

Heath?

You're back in Roswell?

For the time being, yeah.

It's good to see you not dangling on a window,

but, last I checked, man,

you're-you're a scientist. You're not a physician.

Actually, I am back in med school,

but thanks for the warm welcome.

The only people who can beat Heath

in an alien science fair are

either in Mexico or...

So, what's your prognosis?

Well, I can't be sure until I run some more tests,

but...

cold hands, fever, rash... It could be autoimmune.

Meaning? Meaning that the mist

could be causing her body to attack itself.

I'm gonna give her some steroids.

It should suppress the immune response.

Well, at least, in normal circumstances.

But nothing is normal in Roswell.

Hey, what's happening? Is it-is it working? HEATH: Yes, but

not like I'd hoped.

I need to mix up something stronger.

Alien toxins call for alien cures...

Shocking.

Do you need help? No.

No, uh, you should stay here

with them. And do what?

Want me to read them a bedtime story?

Actually, that's not a bad idea.

I-I mean, from what you've all said about mindscapes,

they sound like a convergence of

our conscious and subconscious minds.

You throw in a little trauma