Roswell, New Mexico

Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Before my dad died, he wrote me these letters.

Some of the symbols in these letters

match the symbols on this glass.

Does the name Caulfield mean anything to you?

It's a prison a hundred miles north of here.

It's been shut down for decades.

I think there's a fourth alien.

And I think maybe your sister

is innocent of all of this.

What if the fourth alien can...

Get in people's mind when they're blacked out

and convince them to commit murder.

Max, it's him. It's Noah.

Let's go home, darling.

(shouts)

Sucks to be powerless, doesn't it?

We were all hopeful once.

We left behind a war-torn, desolate planet

in search of a better place to call home.

We were refugees, together.

But the ship was hijacked.

Driven into the ground by a stowaway.

We crashed in a foreign land,

trading one kind of violence for another.

I listened all night

as humans slaughtered our comrades, our families.

What is it you call them?

Pods?

Well, mine wasn't built like yours.

I was traveling with the peasants.

My pod was flimsy.

It cracked on impact.

It wasn't built to last.

But it was my only option.

I just wanted some quiet, to silence the screaming.

I got to pee.

Isobel's been extra annoying lately.

That broken pod kept me alive, but barely.

Turned me into some rotted, mangled version of myself.

No one ever came for me until you, Isobel.

You and I were both alone that night.

And then, we weren't.

This is not healthy, Iz.

What, hanging out in a cave, or my husband violating my body

to commit the first of his 14 murders?

I'm just trying to process this.

You know, figure out how I never realized what he was,

after all this time.

Pod keeps him comfortable.

I say we drag Noah out,

torture some information out of him.

He'll die.

He's got Liz's serum coursing through his veins.

It'll kill him outside of that thing. So?

We'll we have Liz whip up a fresh batch of the antidote.

Let him live a long life out here

where I can make him suffer.

We don't have to do anything right now.

It's only been three days. Let yourself heal.

When you're ready, you'll know what to do.

Doesn't matter if it's tomorrow or ten years from now.

He's not going anywhere, and neither are we.

Our whole lives, we've wondered where we came from,

what we are doing here. I don't know, Max,

if only there was someone to ask. Give her time.

Could you guys stop it?

We're going to decide what to do together,

just... not today.

Please. Fine.

We'll talk again tomorrow.

Table five's Neptuna Melt is missing Crater Tots, Niko.

All right, I'm on it. I see the antenna's back in play.

Oh, it was the one thing missing from my angiogenic research.

Mm. You are brilliant.

You'll be back in a lab in no time.

More Space Jam down here, honey.

I have three degrees.

And Rocket Relish on your collar.

Another handprint from Evans?

No. I haven't seen Max in a few days.

He's had family stuff.

Handprint is from the fight with Noah.

Can't believe Roswell's Mr. Congeniality is the killer.

Noah is basically in alien jail forever, probably.

Justice is served,

and I got the answers I was looking for with my sister,

so it's done. Yeah.

You seem real well-adjusted.

I'm working on the whole closure thing.

Yeah, me, too.

Listen,

uh, I've got some

personal stuff going on today, but this weekend, I was thinking

of visiting my dad's grave,

and I'd like to pay respects to Rosa, too.

You want to come? Yeah, that'd be nice.

Thank you.

Rosa always liked you.

Mm, no, she didn't.

¿Hola? Yo quiero some frickin' service.

Isn't it a little early?

Not if you've had my morning.

Uh, I need your help with something.

I told you a little bit about my dad's involvement

with Project Shepherd.

The top secret alien-hunting op?

Right. So weird how he never had me over for Sunday dinner.

Technically, it was established to cover up the UFO

and any subsequent activity.

But, yeah, I do think there was a more sinister element to it.

I'm listening. I keep finding

mention of a prison named Caulfield.

It shut down in the '70s,

but some of the heat signatures

that we've detected are inconsistent

with human body temperature.

Aliens.

Potentially.

We won't know

until we see for ourselves, but maybe.

You do run hot, Guerin.

There's no way.

There's just, there's no way

other aliens survived.

We'd have known.

Then what's the harm in a road trip?

There, uh, there is one catch.

Who's driving?

You know, while you were in stasis,

I damn near hibernated here.

I'd tell you about my day, read to you.

I didn't hear any of that, Max.

Time stands still in there.

He doesn't deserve the sound of your voice ever again.

It's not about him hearing it.

Just might feel good to get it off your chest.

I'm-a, I'm gonna wait in the car.

I want to get you home before the storm comes in,

but I'll give you some time.

Cosmic Cakes and Crashbrowns.

Thank you. Wow.

Max?

How is it possible?

No. Well, is he making you do this?

No. He has Liz's serum in him.

He can't control me. It's me.

Don't kill him. We need answers.

You're just in time.

Noah here is about to start talking.

Now, you worthless piece...

Max.

You think we're enemies, but we're not.

We were all hopeful once.

We left behind

a war-torn, desolate planet

in search of a better place to call home.

We were refugees...

together.

We were both all alone that night.

And then we weren't.

I'd been in silence so long

and then I heard something beautiful.

Michael wanted to camp out at the site

of the UFO crash that night.

Were you lurking there?

I wasn't lurking.

I crawled into that pod in 1947,

just to get some rest before someone came for me.

But it was defective, broken in the crash,

and I couldn't get out.

I wasn't in stasis like I should have been.

I was aware

of every miserable moment.

Paralyzed. I weakened.

I shriveled. No choice but to wait for something

I knew may never come.

Isobel's psychic scream that night...

was the sweetest sound.

If you hadn't left her alone, I never would've heard her voice.

She was 14 years old.

Max said you blacked out

after the assault. That's how he got in.

You crawled in through some crack in my psyche?

Yes, and I stayed.

Through the years, every time you were triggered,

every time you were afraid,

you left your body,