Roswell, New Mexico (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Say It Ain't So - full transcript

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Roswell, New Mexico...

What did you do with her?
She's been released.

You said there was
a private security outfit

that might be looking
for my sister.

It's a family heirloom.

Mom always said
it protected us from evil.

Forrest is helping me organize
an open mic

tomorrow at the Pony.
Hey, you should come by.

I got a call about Cameron.

Her car was impounded
just a couple hours away.

I'm gonna look into it.
A friend might be in trouble.



None of this is me.

That's the point.

You need a disguise so that
people will believe you're...

you're... What, that I'm
cousin Rosalinda from Arizona.

My mom married a minor league

baseball player, but when
he got relocated to a team

in Florida... Okay, you know what,
let's just go with, "They're dead."

Oh, my gosh.

Mm-hmm. I mean, you're asking me

to wear a costume every day
for the rest of my life.

Well, don't think of them
as clothes, you know,

think of them as,
uh, possibilities.

Dress for the life you want.

So this little lady,



she is the highest-earning
professional poker player

in the Southwest. Wow.

Ante up. Or this bad bitch,

she makes party favors
for bachelorette parties.

She can make literally
anything into a penis.

Okay. Pick me.

Think of it as a clean slate.

Well...

Surprisingly conservative.
Mm-hmm.

How about that?

This girl got super murdered

and now she can't wear
what she wants ever again.

But c'est la vie, right?

There's just one last thing.

Hey, that's really cool.

That reminds me of Stephen
Powers before he sold out.

Are you, like,
trying to impress me?

Um... maybe,

I guess. I mean,
I'm new in town.

I'm just trying to be friendly.

Where you from?

Um... Oh, my God.

She doesn't talk
like an illegal,

but she def looks like one.

Come on, guys.

Millie's parents
are out of town anyways.

That come with a frisk, Deputy?

Ugh, go find a friend, Lindsey.
Come up with some goals.

Well, Sangria Saturday
is a big hit.

I am sorry to throw you to
the wolves on your first day.

Oh, I appreciate the work.

Turns out debt collectors don't
care if you've been half dead

in a glowing pod
for a few months.

Oh. Yeah.

But just so you know...

It's only temporary, I get it.

Meanwhile, if there's
time to lean,

there's time to...
Copy that, boss, on it.

Those are definitely
not the right shoes

for... whatever dance move
you're inventing.

It's not a dance move.

It's a summoning ritual.
I steal souls.

What's your name, sorceress?

Rosa... uh, linda.

I'm from Arizona.

Iris Sánchez...

from Santa Fe.

Well, look, if you're
looking for those kids

who were here before, don't.
They were total dicks.

Well, I wasn't really looking
for anyone in particular.

I used to hang here as a kid.

I was curious if it was still
the go-to chill spot

for all the artsy weirdos.

And I guess...

I was right.

What's your medium?

I really just mess around.

Hey, I'm hosting
this art show later.

You should come.

Icarus.

That's the guy who flew
too close to the sun,

right?

I thought you were supposed
to be packing all this up

and filling out grant
applications. Um,

I-I am, and I will.

After one last twirl
with your stolen centrifuge?

Okay, I thought maybe
I could try to accelerate

your heart's healing process.
Let me show you this slide.

You feel that?

You've done enough
for me in this, uh,

dark little room. You deserve
a team of Stanford grads

trying to keep up with you.

You deserve awards
for discovering things

that I can't even pronounce.

I'm fine. Now just please
fill out your applications.

Okay. I will pack it up,

for real.

You know, we can just maybe,
before you do,

we could, uh... Uh-huh.

What is it?

I had Cameron's car
moved to the junkyard

instead of the police impound.

Let's do it. Liz...

Ah, I coming with, and don't
you dare say I have to stay

'cause it's "police business,"
you bar wench.

To be clear,

I would never interfere with
a police investigation.

Well, paperwork mishaps happen.

I don't pay you
to socialize, kid!

You barely pay me
at all, Sanders!

Well, wrap up the sewing circle,

get to work.

Should that guy even be driving?

He can barely see.

He introduced himself to me
the other day.

I've been coming here
since I was 14.

You got an hour to Nancy Drew
Cameron's car

before I let Deputy Bob
know it's ready.

Hey, you're not gonna help?

Sanders is gonna
be gone all day.

I'm going to the bar.

What you doing? Hey.

My mother said
that this necklace

protects my family from evil.

I put it on her a few months ago
when she got back

from wherever she was.

But I went to
see her this morning;

She insisted that
I take it back.

She said that
it's too late for her,

and that I needed it more.

I know this flower.

Its pollen has a...

paralytic effect
on alien abilities.

Pick a card.

Jack of spades.

Two of hearts. Hmm.

Nine of diamonds.

Guerin,

I think this necklace
is my kryptonite.

When you were fixing
the clasp last year,

my intuition
was through the roof.

In the gala last year,

when Noah invaded me,
I wasn't wearing the necklace.

I was vulnerable to him.

Kyle said you aren't an alien.

Was Isobel pregnant this year?

I wasn't wearing the necklace
at my Woman as Warrior class,

and I swore I could
feel her fear and...

heartache.

You said you were 18 when your
mom started getting sick, right?

She gave it to me as a gift
for my graduation.

If this prevents you
from having more episodes,

it probably stops the
neurodegeneration process, too.

It's not kryptonite, Maria.

This is preventative medicine.

Keep it on.

Well, no signs of a struggle.

No damage to the car.

It's dead.
I'll look for a charger.

Can I help you, ma'am?

Let's hope so.

I'm Agent Powell.
Federal Bureau of Investigation.

I'm looking for Max Evans.

Um, you found him.

Given your years on the force,
I'm sure you realize

that tampering with a federal
investigation is a felony.

You're gonna turn over this car,
along with any other evidence

you might've gotten
your hands on.

Forgive us for lacking faith

in the criminal justice system.

Liz, it's all right.

It's best to just cooperate.

Found this phone in the car.

That's a nice piece,
but it's not government issue,

and that car's a rental.

I'm undercover. No, you're not.

My sister,
she has the other half.

You're Charlie.
Jenna Cameron's sister.

Last time I talked to Jenna,
she said

she'd been looking
for you for months.

I didn't want to be found,
until my sister's name appeared

on a missing persons database,

and then I figured
a road trip was in order.

You kept tabs on her.
She thought you hated her.

I worked on a controversial
project a while back.

A lot of dangerous people
want to know what I know.

So you think they
took her to get to you?

Doesn't that mean

you're just playing
into their hands by coming here?

And you'd back down
from a family fight?

So who is it that's after you?

It's a pretty long list.

Oh, it finally charged up.

Her last text

was to "Alex Manes," asking
where she can find his dad.

Wait, that's not
Jesse Manes, is it?

You know him?
He's on that list of people

who want to talk to me.

Well, let's not
keep him waiting.

Cowboys versus aliens,

huh?

What can I say?

I'm just a guy standing in front

of a tourist trap
asking a history buff

to shoot him with
high-velocity paint.

I'm surprised you reached out.

Good surprised.

Honestly, me, too.

So, you cool with playing war?
Doesn't bring anything up?

Oh, yeah, my PTSD triggers
are a little more complicated.

Suffice to say, this war
zone is the only place

that my family actually
got along when I was a kid.

Yeah, some of my old
platoon buddies

actually play in leagues.

I didn't know you served.

You know, I wouldn't
go bragging about it

to a guy with a Purple Heart.

I might've googled you.

Let's make a wager.

Loser buys the winner
a drink at Planet 7 tonight.

Make it the Wild Pony
and you're on.

Hey, girlfriend.

Please don't tell me that Guerin
sent you here to convince me

to take better care of myself.

Wow. You really are a psychic.

Look, if I had
a little lucky charm

that could stop people like
Noah from messing with me,

I would have that surgically
implanted into my décolletage.

That's all I came here to say.

It's not a joke, Maria.
This stuff is dangerous.

Yeah, well, so is eating
a salad. E. Coli is everywhere.

Okay.

These abilities
are a part of me.

I'm not gonna
just throw away the chance

to learn about who I am.

That make sense to you?

Yeah. Actually, it does.

You've gotten stronger
this year. Right?

Can you teach me to train?
Learn how to control it all?

Look, it took a lot of practice
before I could do anything

without puking and guzzling
acetone to kill the pain.

And you can't practice,

because, according to
Kyle, every time you do,

it eats your brain.

Look, I'll stop
before it goes that far.

Okay? I know the signs.

Besides, if you help me,
maybe I can help you.

There must be something that you
want to know about your future.

What about my past?

Afternoon, Master Sergeant.

What's this?

I know you were
expecting someone else,

but Charlie Cameron
sent me instead.

Come on, let's sit down.
I'll buy you a burger.

My uncle used to bring me here.

That was back when it catered
to a more civil clientele.

People who actually respected
the history of this town.

Well, if only someone would
make America great again.

Here you go.

I'll be back in a second.

Tell me what you know
about Jenna Cameron.

She's missing.

Uh, the last time I saw her,

she came to me with questions
about her sister.

And I told her that

the people most interested
in Charlie's device were

a black ops group
based out of Los Alamos.

They're called Deep Sky.

This is their logo.
Paramilitary.

And I told Jenna that...

what she was getting into
was gonna be dangerous.

But apparently,
she didn't listen.

So what are
you working on right now?

I, um, have big plans

to scrub out the fryer
this weekend with my dad.

Oh, God. Waitressing's
really got to blow

when you've grown a fully
functioning heart muscle

in a lab.

Or are you not
the same Elizabeth Ortecho

who coauthored a 2013 paper
on cellular reprogramming?

Some people build model
trains; I do my homework.

Your boyfriends seems
more like the train type.

What is that supposed to mean?

We've discovered new worlds and
changed the course of mankind

from a microscope.

Should I go Netflix and
chill with my boyfriend

or stay in the lab,
architecting the future?

No offense,

but if it's true
that you've been in prison

and in hiding, it does not seem

like you've seen much
of the inside of a lab, either.

I went too far.

I thought that I was building
something with real value.

The thing is, anything
that has the potential

to create real change,
it scares people.

And anything that scares people
is inherently dangerous,

no matter what
your intention is.

You could start over.

Get a new identity,
work at a research university.

I've done extraordinary things.

Everything ordinary
is ruined now.

Charlie Cameron's
mind is a unique specimen.

Kind of like you.

And there's always someone
in the shadows waiting

to crack those open.

What did you do to Jenna?

I told her the truth.

Which is more than you ever did.

You're kind of a wolf
in sheep's clothing, aren't you?

And what are you?

Hmm?

Do you feel like a hero?

All those people you tortured,
all those people you killed.

Turns out none of them
was an enemy.

They were refugees.

So you're not just a murderer,
you're a failure.

Yeah, I know. I am.

But I tell you,

something shifted in my brain...

when I had the stroke.

All the hate's gone out of me.

All the fight.

Caulfield is over and my son
Flint has been reassigned.

Look at me.

I can barely walk.

Uh, you know, I-I think
I'm gonna pass on the burger.

And I hope you find Jenna.

I always did like her.

He said Cam is headed
to Los Alamos

to investigate a group
called Deep Sky.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Let me reach out to some
of my military contacts,

do some recon.

Give me a day,
we'll go from there.

Think she's lying?

I think she's scared.

I got a few guys
I'm gonna call...

from the reclined position
of my easy chair,

letting my heart continue
to quietly heal.

Bueno.

Oh, man.

You okay? Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you just...

You got me in the leg
that does all the extra work.

What do you mean?

I'm so sorry. I-I had no idea.

No, it's fine.

It's not usually the story
that I lead with.

Well, for future reference,
you totally should.

Heroes are sexy.

I-I... I should get this.

If you're looking
for the bourbon

you left in your desk,
it's gone.

I'm looking for the sample
of yellow pollen.

The stuff I swept off the floor
after throwing it at Noah?

I don't know, I didn't, I didn't
see it while we were packing up.

Well, it was here
a few months back!

Did I miss an experiment
where it grew legs

and a fondness for the outdoors?

Could have been
accidentally thrown away.

Sample was too oxidized to be of
much use, and I've been trying

to get my hands on fresh flowers
but it's impossible.

I think they might be extinct.

Why are you freaking out?

Because I have a math problem.

There's only one flower
in Maria's necklace,

but there are two DeLuca
women and apparently,

the flower is the key
to preventing their illness.

This is everything
from the Caulfield drives

and the experiments done
on Maria's grandmother.

A lot of it was
lost in a lab fire

in the '80s, but...
I'll take a look.

I just want you to see if
anything done could be undone.

I don't want you to, like,
Dr. Frankenstein it.

The experiments were very bad.

My days as an alien scientist
are officially over.

Why don't I believe you?

'Cause it's hard
not to think about

the far-reaching implications
of this kind of research.

You don't get sick
on this planet.

If I could figure out why,
I could eradicate all illness.

But you can't.

Because that would expose us.

Which I would
obviously never do.

It's over.

I got to go.

Hey.

Where are you going?

I-I hate my outfit.

I can't be here.

Yeah, it's very someone else.

Yeah.

Hey, but don't worry.

We can fix it.

Do you need a mirror?

You think I need a mirror?

How's that?

Perfect.

Wait. Here.

Put it on.

Are you sure?

Well, we're friends, aren't we?

Go on.

Okay.

Ah.

You feel more like yourself now?

Does this do anything for you?

That's Nora.
That's Michael's mom.

It's-it's not working.

And I don't feel great
going through this stuff

without Michael knowing.
Why not?

One day, this palace
might all be yours.

It's not working.

I have a business to run,
and you need to go

Instagram something.

Says the social
media revitalizer.

Listen, word to the wise,

every time Max saw Liz
in a skirt and tried

not to pop a bulb, he wound up
setting off a fire alarm.

Every time I push myself
too hard, I miss time,

or wind up accidentally
realizing that my mom

still thinks about
her ex-boyfriend Rocco,

like, in vivid detail.

Okay, where are you
going with this?

Effort doesn't equal control.

So if you want to do this,

you're gonna have to embrace
your inner ice queen

and let it go.

I'm not great
at letting things go.

Yeah. I know, that's hard.

Well...

Maria?

Are you...

Okay, screw it, I'm going in.

Do you like it?

I love it.

Thank you, Walt.

Have you seen Miss Nora?

No, but I'll go look for her.

Miss Nora?

Miss Nora?

Oh, my God.

Did you see that?

Yeah. Are you okay?

Yeah. Who was that?

I think we better get out
of here before Michael finds us.

Come on.

So you said that
you're from Roswell?

Oh, I was from Roswell.

I got out and went to art school
as soon as I graduated.

I work for an artist now.

I help her run her gallery.

Yeah, I used to want
to be a painter,

but then I realized
I loved curating art

way more than
I ever loved making it.

You know, I can look
in someone's eyes

and know if they have
a story worth telling.

That's how I know
you're the real deal.

Oh, no.

Sorry, I'm just, um...

I'm not, like, an artist.

I'm just a...

person with a coping mechanism.

Really?

Prove me wrong.

Are you kidding me?
Where you going, Charlie?

Why are you following me?

Well, I asked myself
what I would do

if my sister was nabbed
by a black ops group.

You're turning yourself in
to Deep Sky, aren't you?

You do know who they are?

I do now, okay?
They made contact.

This postcard was slid
under my motel room door.

They said if I wasn't
at Sutter's Grain Depot

by 11:00, that they would
torture her to death.

Well, that's gotta be a bluff.

No. Okay, I asked for
proof of life; I heard her.

She was out of it,
drugged maybe,

but still giving 'em hell.

What else did you hear?

Look, I care about your sister,

and I'm all the backup
you've got.

There's no way they'd be
holding a prisoner

at their contact point.

Oh, my God.
This isn't your fight, Max.

Go home.

Oh, I swear to God,

if she dies because
I don't show up,

I will kill you myself.

What else did you hear?

A train rolling by.

And... this is insane.

A demonic laugh.

Get in. I know where she is.

Hey.

They said that you mixed whiskey

with your medications;
That's not like you.

What the hell are
you doing here?

I don't know, I mean...

you're my father.

I can't seem to shake you.

Yeah. Yeah, I failed.

Yes.

But in what way, specifically?

Uncle Tripp, I let him down.

I never could figure out
what he needed of me.

And tonight I went
to the bunker.

And...

And I keep trying
to crack the code.

Liz said that you spoke
to Max Evans.

She said that you were
half decent to him.

Is that what this is about?

One of them killed Tripp,
you know.

An alien?

Yeah. Then he hunted them.

He dragged them to
a torture chamber.

I'm not surprised one...

He was the best man I ever knew.

Are you all right?

Are you certain this
is the spot? Yeah.

The train tracks
are right over there.

And that laugh you heard
is a mechanic

that repairs old carny rides
in that warehouse.

They said that she's
in an airtight container,

and that she would die at 11:00.

I'll take the left.

- Charlie!
- Sniper, ten o'clock.

These lights
make us easy targets.

Sniper means we're close.

Okay, help me up.

Okay. Ooh!

Oh, God.
That's-that's pretty bad.

Without the cover of darkness,

we're not outrunning
a sniper's bullet, Charlie.

Let me go get her.

No, Deep Sky wants me alive.

Your brain is worth
considerably less to them,

which means it'll be splattered
all over the dirt.

Give me your hat.

If anything goes wrong,
call Liz. No doctors.

I think I hit him.

He ran off before
the lights went out.

There. She needs
to get to a hospital.

She's still breathing.

I never thought I'd
see her again. Thank you.

Yeah.

Yeah, keep me posted.

I love you, too. Bye.

Oh, good, you're alive.

How long was I gone?

Uh, well...

Taylor Swift is president.

Oh... that's good.

Someone less emotional
in the Oval Office.

Oh...

You found me?

Of course I did. We're partners.

Yeah.

Can you tell me what happened?

The last thing I remember is...
this weird sound.

It made the hairs on my arm
stand up.

And this bright light,

and, um... the pain

in-in the back of my neck
like you wouldn't believe.

You see it?

What is it?

It's a burn.

After that...

there was just darkness.

Um...

I don't remember anything, Max.

I'm gonna need...

I'm gonna need a tox screen
and... and a rape kit.

Hey. Hey, Cam, you're not alone.

You got me and Liz.

And Charlie.

What?

Yeah.

She came as soon as she
found out you were in trouble.

I got to say, that
charm must be genetic.

She's a real peach.

I'll go get her.

Thanks for fighting for me.

I owed you.

I think we can call it even.

Would it kill you to pick up
one of my eight calls?

Sorry. Lost track of time.

Please don't tell me that you
came here to give me a speech

about how you want
to take care of me?

I came here to give you a speech

about how much
of a selfish idiot I am.

I know you can handle yourself.

It's hot as hell, actually.

But the thought of something bad
happening to you,

it makes me feel like someone's
standing on my chest.

Hey. I promise I am not
gonna leave you alone.

You trust me?

Yeah.

Guess that means
I got to let you

explore this weird alien stuff.

Yes, you do.

I was right.
I knew that I was right.

This piece is you outrunning
your demons. This,

this is amazing.

That's what you have to do.

You have to capture them
and then rattle the cage.

This is art.

This is what you're
meant to do, Rosa.

I-It's Rosalinda.

Oh, I love this song. Come on.

Iris, I think
something is wrong.

Come on, dance!

What's happening?

Your star sign's
just out of whack.

Rosa?

Rosa!

Rosa. Hey!

Hey. Hey.

Rosa. Hey. Hey, wake up.

Hey, Charlie...

Kyle said you're gonna be okay.

You just need rest
and plenty of fluids.

We're gonna figure this out.

How?

I don't know how to be okay,
Liz. I'm not like you.

Everybody needs help sometimes.

Help like rehab?

I know you don't...

God, I wish I could go to rehab.

Liz, every day

I think I'm gonna do better.

And every day I mess it up.

I think that I'm gonna be a good
sister or a good daughter.

And I just...

I think about
what I would've done

if I didn't always mess it up.

What art I'd have
made or friends

I would have
and what I'd have seen.

But instead, today I started
a fire while I was unconscious

because I blow up light bulbs
with my brain.

I don't know where
I'm supposed to go for help.

Maria said...
you could borrow this.

It'll suppress your abilities.

So that you don't
burn down rehab.

Maria was here?

Mm-hmm.

She said she loves you.

And that she's gonna need
that back once you're better.

'Cause you will be better.

Hi.

Listen, um,

about today.

You don't have to explain.

Look, I'm a big believer
in enthusiastic consent, so...

If you're not into me, it's...

No, it...

It's not that, trust me.

It's just that I...

I still have my dad's voice
in my head telling me

that being seen with a man
in public is an embarrassment.

To my name and my uniform.

Well, there's nothing
like a dad voice

to mess up
a perfectly good date.

It's also just that...

I mean, Roswell's
so conservative.

This bar is filled with cowboys.

If you want to go
some place private...

Look, I like you.

But I don't want to climb
into somebody else's closet.

I cannot tell you how badly

I want to be done
with this frickin' closet.

But you're not.

And that's okay.

Really.

Listen,

if that voice in your head
ever shuts up, give me a call.

Because between you and me,

making out
with a hot guy in public

is only made hotter
when it pisses off

all the bigots and homophobes.

It says she's gonna disappear
again and not to look for her.

Maybe she didn't write the note.
Maybe Deep Sky grabbed her.

No... No, this letter
is from Charlie.

It's exactly what she would say
in this situation.

Hey. Hey.

How's Rosa?

Not great.

But Kyle called in a favor
at a center.

It's only a few hours away,
so my dad's gonna

take her there tonight.

How's Cameron?

Rattled.

I'm so glad
you found her, but...

I know, I know.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you

I was going after Charlie.

I just, I didn't
want you to worry.

I know you think
I'm being overprotective,

but... you could've died.

I wouldn't do that to you again.

Now let's go home.

I got to open up the diner
for my dad in a few hours and...

Honestly, Max, I think I just
need to cry my eyes out alone.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Have a good cry, babe.

Trash fire.

Very on-brand.

Okay. Don't be mad at me.

Yes, I did help Maria trigger

some of her abilities,
but in my defense,

she was not about to be...

I know.

We talked. All good.

Good. Okay. Mm-hmm.

Because actually, we were able
to trigger a vision.

I mean, it was a small one.
She's got a lot to learn.

But, Michael, I saw my mom.

I think. I mean,
she was beautiful.

And there was this little boy.
He gave her a windmill.

I mean, the whole thing was
so tender, it was like...

I never thought
that I'd be grateful

to Maria DeLuca for anything,
but as it turns out...

A windmill?

Well, like a, like a small one.

Like, I don't know, it was,
like, a tin can or something.

It was, like,
the cutest thing I've ever...

Michael?

You know, I'm kind of
having a moment here.

Was this what you saw?

Yeah, yes, this.

Michael...

What the hell
are you doing, idiot?

It was you.

You're Walt. You're the little
boy in the photo.

You knew my mother.

Whatever you're planning
on doing,

you don't need to do it,
Charlie.

Your sister's safe
and she needs you right now.

You think Deep Sky needs to have
Jenna by the throat to kill her?

Okay, the only way that I can
protect her is from the inside.

Look, thank you for letting me
see my sister one last time,

but you need to leave now.