Roswell, New Mexico (2019) s04e11 Episode Script

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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico
Jones said, once you've
gathered all the pieces,
Liz Ortecho will bring the alighting.
This is a method of transportation?
I'm thinking about a lot
that would prevent him
and his followers from ever using it.
That's what Jones wanted from Liz.
He thought that she
could pick that lock.
Clyde, he's a true believer.
He didn't need his precious savior
to warp his mind into obeying.
All right, look, whatever
your problem is with me and my father,
it's got nothing to do with her.
She'll pay for what she
did against the cause.
- This isn't over.
- Given I now have the means to finish
what my savior asked to
be built, I think it is.
I sense your nerves.
You needn't be afraid.
I see great potential in you.
Tonight, you become
a child of Ophiuchus.
Like this precious flower
that grows from the ashes of our people.
Some believe that it is
our spirit blossoming anew.
Like this flower,
we will rise from the
ashes of Oasis and ascend
to a greater purpose.
I want nothing more.
My life was meaningless
before your teachings.
Well, there is more to
Ophiuchus than being a follower.
Uh, what is that, my savior?
A chance to evolve.
No doubt you've heard the stories
of how I used science
to enhance my abilities.
As one of my most loyal acolytes,
I would like you to join my inner circle
and share this gift with you.
Why me?
I never even formed my own Triad.
I can offer you something
so much better than a Triad.
This Ophiuchan mark
forges a bond between us
that allows you to draw on my strength.
That is the sacrifice
I will make for you.
And there will come a time
when I will require a
sacrifice from you in return.
Welcome to my family.
You ♪
Yo, teach.
We open in 30.
Mind if I clear this booth
before the morning rush?
Vanessa, don't touch my stuff.
Relájate.
What is all this anyway?
You wouldn't understand,
even if you tried.
And shut down ♪
We're closed.
Well, that doesn't look
like the soup of the day.
I can't remember the genome sequence
to rapid amplification
Never mind. Uh, what do you need, Rosa?
My brain used to get foggy,
too, when I was coming down.
- I don't have time for this.
- Well, make time, Liz.
I mean, the alien mist
is taking over your life.
You moved out of Max's
house, you took my blood
to save Michigan J Frog. I
mean, when was the last time
that you slept or thought about
anything other than science?
How about you focus
on your own recovery.
Guardian ♪
I'll be your warrior of care ♪
Your first warden ♪
Are you joking?
Oh, my God. What is this?
Some sort of intervention?
- She's being melodramatic.
- She's not the only one worried about you.
Look, I'm sure I'm the last person
you want to see right now,
but we all want to help.
Must not be that bad, right? Otherwise,
- Maria would be here.
- She wanted to be.
She's keeping watch at Alien-henge
in case someone tries to phone home.
Guerin and Alex would've been here, too,
if they weren't stuck inside
Theo's pocket dimension.
Which is why I am
working to pull them out.
God, I just need to
take a little bit longer,
- and then I'll be fine
- Yeah, a little bit turns into a lot, Liz.
You keep feeding the fix until
there's nothing left to feed.
Come with us to Deep Sky.
We'll set you up to detox.
I'm working on a hybrid methadone
that'll help ease the
withdrawal symptoms.
No, no, just because you've done
a couple backdoor alien surgeries
does not mean you understand
what I'm doing, Kyle.
I just watched the most
irredeemable person you can imagine
find her second act.
If Tezca can rehabilitate
herself, Liz, so can you.
I am working on this to protect
us from threats she set in motion.
And Clyde, well, he's still
out there doing God knows what.
What are these equations, Liz?
Clyde is interested in
harnessing your abilities.
And since you gave them up,
I am charting the nucleotides
in your triple helix to see
if I can fight fire with actual fire.
Oh, by replicating the
blue flame in the lab.
Yes.
You're only going down this spiral
because I refused to face my fears.
But this is so much worse.
I can't lose you, Liz.
So, if saving you means
getting my abilities back,
that's what I'm gonna do.
It's too late.
I used all the mist.
So we'll go to Senovative.
There's nothing we
can't overcome together.
You were my turquoise.
Now let me be yours.
Hey.
Use that supercharged brain
and think of all the scenarios.
You know what happens if you
keep going down this path.
I can't walk away.
Then walk towards us.
Liz, let's go right now,
okay? Let's go pack a bag.
Bonnie and I have already
searched half the town
following my dad's clues.
Where could Alex be hiding?
All I know is, is once I get
this rust bucket purring again,
we're kicking the search
party into high gear.
Maybe we should look
for some alien trees.
You know, we're gonna need the
fruit to open the portal home.
And which home would that be?
You thinking about
making the jump to Oasis?
Well, we're not jumping
anywhere without the fruit.
You can go apple picking all you want,
but my priority is Alex,
so I'm gonna search every damn level
of this inferno till I find him.
If we split up, we'll
find Alex twice as fast.
I'm so proud of you.
Look, I know that the next few days
are gonna be hard, but we'll
get through it together.
Can I have a few minutes? Clear my head?
What's in the closet, Liz?
It's one of my old hidey-holes, obvio.
That's not what this is about.
- Seriously, Liz?
- I'm not ready.
There's too much at stake.
Give me the canister, Rosa,
or I will take it from you.
How's Tezca doing?
She's good, yeah. She's laying low.
You know, she's processing years
of repressed traumatic memories,
but I think we're making progress, so
She has a very good teacher.
Thank you.
Iz, I've been doing some thinking,
- and
- Me, too.
- Yeah. Oh, sorry. You go first.
- Okay.
Um
Well, I'm not sure if you've noticed,
but, since Mexico, things between us
- have kind of been
- Awkward.
- Yeah.
- Uncomfortable.
- Mm-hmm.
- Stiff.
Well, uh, you know,
probably could've used
a different adjective
for that one, but
- Our friendship is important to me.
- Yeah.
And I don't want us to keep our distance
- or act weird around each other.
- No.
So, can we just go back to being
"drinking slash occasional
surgery" buddies?
Anywhere you go ♪
I'll follow you down ♪
Yes, absolutely.
That's funny. That's actually
That was exactly what I was gonna say.
Okay.
Buddy.
Hey.
Are, uh, Liz and Rosa not down yet?
No.
Hey, Liz?
Hey, what happened?
Max. Um
Where's-where's Liz?
I-I I found her secret stash,
and then we started arguing, and
it's gone, so she must've knocked me out
with that lamp, I guess, and
Max, she wasn't ready.
She's relapsed.
No signs of head trauma
from what I can see.
Why does my brain still
feel like scrambled eggs?
The CT scans will show us more,
but you should take it easy for a while.
God, I made the oldest
rookie mistake in the book:
never trust the word of an addict.
Hey, Max will find her.
Yeah, but,
I mean, a sponsor should
be on solid ground.
Maybe Liz was right. I'm
so early into my recovery.
I mean, how can you start your new life
when your old one feels
impossible to shake?
Liz's failures are not yours.
All of us have seen
how much you've grown.
Roswell will remind you of who you were,
but it'll also show
you how far you've come.
Hmm.
Is that how you felt coming
back from the motherland?
Because Maria told me that
the Valenti family reunion
turned a little picante when
Isobel showed up in Careyes.
Yeah. Well, feelings were confessed,
but, apparently, Isobel and
I work better as friends.
That's odd.
Your scans show no sign of a concussion.
That doesn't make sense.
If there's nothing wrong with my brain,
why can't I remember what happened?
Maybe it's not human science
we should be looking at.
Finally, she awakens.
Where's my sister?
Still at that mockery
of a diner, I presume.
You're the only Ortecho I need.
- What is this place?
- This mine shaft is under farmland
that was owned by Mr.
Jones himself in 1947.
This flower grew from his remains.
Here, where Jones first
began our quest home,
his spirit will guide me to
finish the work he started.
And by Liz Ortecho's hands,
the alighting will begin.
Alex? Alex?
Gosh. I thought for
sure he would be in here.
He could live off of buttered popcorn
and pineapple gummy bears for weeks.
All right, come on, let's
keep searching before
- whatever that is rolls in.
- Wait, wait, wait.
If it storms in here,
maybe Alex sought shelter. Come on.
No. It's not here.
Hey, hold up.
Is that alien glass?
Maybe my dad left another message.
- What was that?
- Uh
Maybe I tripped a wire or something.
I'll get us out of here.
It's not working.
Wait, these old shipping
containers are coated in lead.
That means electromagnetic
waves can't pass through them.
What does that mean?
When I first got inducted
into the pod squad,
Michael told me that our
powers are electromagnetic.
So we're trapped.
My savior set this plan
in motion many moons ago.
As soon as the ship crashed in 1947,
he began devising a way to
return home with his clone.
Jones aligned himself with one of
the most esteemed scientists on Oasis,
the traitor you call Theo.
Theo built the portal for Jones.
What he built was purposely broken.
In his transmission from
the Lockhart machine,
my savior said your
brilliant mind could fix it.
I'm not an engineer.
My expertise is limited to genetics.
And that's exactly why
you're so important.
This mark bonds select
members of Ophiuchus,
makes us a family.
But anyone who bears
it will never be able
to use Theo's portal
to return home to Oasis.
So it's not just a regular
drunken night tattoo?
This brand is infused with Oasian glass.
It created a bond that allowed me
to draw energy from my savior.
I need you to use your genetic expertise
to counteract Theo's defenses.
And then you walk
through the liminal space
- into a portal back to Oasis?
- No.
The liminal space was a trick
Theo created to deceive my savior.
The only portal I need
is right here in Roswell.
I plug in the star map
set a course for Oasis,
and I walk away from this
miserable rock for good.
How does that work exactly?
The only answers you need
lie in the traitor's bible.
I took the liberty of translating
the Oasian symbols for you.
Okay, why would I ever help you?
'Cause a certain
spitfire waitress's life
depends on it.
Vanessa.
That's how you kidnapped me.
You mind-controlled her.
She sure works around a lot of knives.
It'd be a real shame if she suddenly
got the impulse to slit her wrists.
But you're brilliant enough
to prevent that from happening.
Excuse you.
That wasn't finished.
- Liz give you those?
- Insisted against it, actually.
I made an executive decision.
My team relocated them this morning.
- So you stole them.
- Liz was being illogical.
Your eggs are much safer here.
I have the best security
that money can buy, and
I'm gonna call them now, actually,
to find out why the sheriff
got in here without a warrant.
I think you'll find out
your chief of security
has taken a temporary leave of absence.
Isobel Evans, chief of security.
I think it's time you and I had a chat.
I'm looking for Liz.
Well, you won't find her here.
My mentee abandoned me on the brink
of an incredible discovery.
More like on the brink
of self-destruction.
That mist that you
made, it's ruining her,
and from the looks of it,
it's doing the same to you.
This is a drug bust.
- I just want what's mine.
- Au contraire.
That's my proprietary formula.
- Made with my pods.
- They're not iPhones.
But I have a friend at
the FBI, Agent Cameron,
who would be very, very interested
in the secrets you're keeping here.
You are not the only one with
friends in high places, Sheriff.
One phone call to Director
Whitman at the Bureau,
and your secrets are also exposed.
Well, then let's end this chess match.
One canister.
That is all I'm asking.
Here I was thought you wanted to flush
your girlfriend's pills down the toilet,
but you want the mist for yourself.
Let me guess.
Now that the mist has unburdened Liz
of her irrational emotions,
she finally sees you for who you are:
- dead weight.
- If that's how you see relationships,
it's no mystery why Allie
disappeared into Mexico.
You're not exactly a
qualified couples therapist.
Therapy's for dwelling in the past.
I prefer the future.
Care to know what's in store for you?
- So you're a psychic now?
- Better.
That mist has made my brain
capable of running simulations
that would give a
supercomputer a migraine.
This isn't a simulation.
This is real life.
Maybe you'd like to join it!
Real life? Which is governed
by physics, chemistry, biology.
Equal and opposite
reactions. Cause and effect.
Our entire lives
written into our very DNA
before we even take a first step.
One big chain reaction leading to one
inevitable conclusion.
There is no future together
for Max Evans and Liz Ortecho.
Wow.
I am so sick of people
telling me what my future is.
I'm gonna take my
fate into my own hands,
so give me the mist.
Your sister may be able
to restrain one guard,
but can she take on all four?
Theo's equations are
entirely theoretical.
T-to understand the
practical components,
I need my equipment at Senovative.
- If I could call Shivani
- And let you run straight back
into the arms of Clone-Cop?
Before Tezca betrayed our cause,
we collected all that was needed
per our savior's instructions.
Unless there's something else
from Senovative you crave?
Weren't you and your
sister bickering over this?
Evolution in one breath.
That's quite a novel approach
to improving your kind's deficiencies.
You know, the savior also
sought science to ascend.
I am nothing like
Jones. He was a monster
whose greed destroyed
everyone in his world,
and I will not drug myself
so that you can destroy mine.
Ophiuchus teaches us that
the only true monsters
are those who sit on the
sidelines and refuse their purpose.
From what I gather, you and
I have found a common ground.
I took the mist to protect my friends.
I don't judge you for wanting
to reach your full potential.
In fact, I encourage you to embrace it.
Besides, what other option is there?
And you're sure this
short-term memory loss
isn't a byproduct of
Liz's drug and ditch?
I tripled-checked my work.
Oh, no, of course you did. I know
that you're very good at your job.
- I didn't mean that
- Oh, I didn't think you were, like,
doubting me in any way.
No, of course I wouldn't doubt
you. I trust you with my life.
Right. Not to make this all about me,
but my memory loss seems to clearly be
a non-consensual close encounter
of the third kind, so could you just
hop in my mind and see what happened?
Yeah. Of course. Sorry.
Cool if I join?
Just figured we should all
know what we're dealing with.
- Oh.
- We should all know, yes.
What's the last thing you
remember with you and Liz?
Give me the canister, Rosa,
or I will take it from you.
You might be the brains of the family,
but I'm the brawn. Try me.
You're wasting our time. I'll
figure out how to get some.
I can't let you leave.
Oh, my God. What did you do?
Not that one.
Forget.
Liz didn't ditch. Clyde took her.
Okay, we have to go to the Crashdown.
Help!
Michael! Somebody, help us!
You might want to try
and save your strength.
How can you be so calm?
It's my severe lack of
chill that got us stuck
in here in the first place.
I've become so obsessed
with following my dad's
trail of bread crumbs to Oasis
that I'm falling for ACME booby traps.
Well, we do crazy things for family.
I used to be a preacher.
You know, God was my shepherd.
But what if I've strayed
too far from the flock?
If my dad's plan for me keeps putting
people that I care about in danger,
how can I place faith in that?
The good shepherd lays
down his life for the sheep.
You're quoting Scripture at me now?
Well, our Triad used a
revivalist church as home base.
I'm a quick study.
Your dad did everything he
could to protect you from Jones,
to give you a future.
That sounds like a pretty
good shepherd to me.
You know, whoever did this,
they could've gotten to Alex.
- Maybe we haven't found him because he
- Alex isn't dead.
Hey, uh, don't go blaming yourself.
You didn't put Alex in that sinkhole.
Yeah, it may not be my fault,
but I still have to make it right.
Alex and Michael are
each other's family.
We do crazy things for family.
My own mother disowned me.
When I thought that I had finally found
what I was missing in Ophiuchus,
even they kept me at a distance.
The dictator wanted to use my powers,
but he was afraid of them, too.
I never received the
mark of his followers,
his family.
Think you dodged a bullet there.
But more importantly,
the pod squad's your family now.
And they will welcome you
like a long-lost sibling
when we get out of here.
Come on.
- Michael!
- Michael!
- Help!
- Hello?
Help!
Michael?
At least kiss me before you bust my lip.
I cannot believe that it's actually you.
I'm just so happy you found me.
I knew you had to be here somewhere.
I'm here.
You're here.
- Where is here exactly?
- My dad created this space
as a kind of
inter-dimensional mousetrap for
Jones and his merry band of followers.
Speaking of traps, apparently
he wasn't the only one.
I just knew I needed the
upper hand, and alien glass
seemed like the perfect bait in
this lead-based shipping container.
It was a perfect premade Faraday cage.
You built an alien roach motel
where powers wouldn't work?
Yeah, it's good to see
friends, old and new.
I got to admit, I I was beginning
to think that I never would.
Then I remembered what you said.
No matter how far apart we are,
we'll always find our
way back to each other.
Well, we couldn't have done
it without Maria's help.
How'd you reach out to her anyway?
Well, when I first got here,
I was looking for anything familiar.
The diner, the gazebo, this drive-in.
Everything was stuck in the 1940s,
except for when I got to our house.
It wasn't stuck in Un-Pleasantville?
It was, but then I remembered
reading something in
the files at Deep Sky
about conscious communication
through realities.
I mean, it was all theoretical until
Until Maria made it real.
Yeah, I think she was the conduit.
I saw her standing in our
living room with our things.
It was like she was shining
a spotlight on the world
that I so desperately
wanted to get back to.
I had to get my message across.
I had to get out of here.
Mm.
When did Hurricane Theo
appear on the radar?
I've been studying this
place, trying to understand it,
but this storm is new.
I noticed a steep drop in
barometric pressure last night.
Have you seen any, um
alien fruit since you've been here?
I saw a grove of weird-looking
trees about ten miles east. Why?
Turns out inter-dimensional
travel runs on green energy
and lots of it. That
fruit's our ticket out.
Okay, then I'll take you.
Well, can you make a map?
Dallas and I will go.
You two deserve a chance to catch up.
What do you think you're doing?
Theo's notes call for a compound
that's only found on Oasis,
and we need to figure
out an Earth equivalent.
I need ferric oxide, I.e. rust.
You want your damn
tattoo removed or not?
Need I remind you what
happens to Vanessa if you fail
- to produce results?
- It'll take me 33 minutes
and 29 seconds to develop a serum
that'll circumvent Theo's defenses,
give or take the ten seconds I
just wasted explaining it to you.
- Pace yourself.
- The mist isn't for me.
I created it by genetically altering
the enzymes in an alien test subject,
and it's gonna help me alter the mark.
I'm going to get the rust.
Your restraint is impressive.
Those overpowered by their vices
were a strain on our civilization.
The savior mercifully put
an end to their misery.
But he spared your life?
I have always kept my mind
and my body pure for Ophiuchus.
Fanaticism is no different.
You pushed the one person who
cares about you down a sinkhole
because of your obsession
with Jones's cult.
You will return to Oasis alone,
no Triad.
I am never alone.
My savior is always with me.
How does he still have a
hold on you even in death?
Ophiuchus was a method of manipulation.
Jones created a religion
of corrupted ideas to amass power,
and that mark on your shoulder,
it's a brand,
because he owns you like cattle.
This is the symbol for
the children of Ophiuchus.
Designed by a self-serving father.
He told you it would make you stronger,
but the truth is he was leeching
off of his chosen people.
Bonnie saw the truth.
Tezca broke free from his lies.
- You can, too.
- They were traitors.
They were your friends once.
They aren't the ones
with the problem. You are.
You have 33 minutes and 29
seconds to finish this job,
or else Vanessa goes
splat off that roof.
- Vanessa, get down!
- Whoa.
I'm trying to, but I can't.
There's some creepy voice in
my head telling me to jump.
Okay, just take it easy.
Stop, stop! He said
He said if you move me, he'll
Oh, God, please help
me! I don't want to die!
- Any ideas?
- Liz figured out that resonate frequencies
can break psychic tethers
and, with four roommates,
I've gotten kind of good
at silencing them, so maybe.
- So you think it'll work?
- I can't let Vanessa lose her life
- because I'm afraid to try.
- Give it a shot.
I'm almost locked in.
The frequency's destabilizing.
Keep going. She's pretty
unstable up there herself.
Ooh.
It's kind of romantic, isn't it?
Yeah.
Who needs a sunset when
you got permanent midnight
under a starless sky?
No, I mean just being here together.
You might say that our first
real date was at the drive-in.
You're calling that a date?
I seem to remember you telling me off
about some stolen copper wire.
- Well, I didn't say it was perfect.
- Mm.
What about our
relationship ever has been?
All of these restless nights, I just
sat looking at this blank screen,
imagining that this
nightmare was just a movie
about star-crossed lovers.
I'd sit here dreaming
about getting home to you,
and I could picture you perfectly
on the other side doing the same.
Think I got to ruin another
night at the drive-in.
I was dreaming of going home
but I forgot where home really is.
- See, I met this guy
- What?
- You met a guy?
- Not like that.
Clyde. He's an alien.
And he-he showed me Oasis.
Not the real place,
but there is a way to
Go back to your planet.
I told myself I was just
milking him for information.
But the truth is I was tempted.
I hate myself for letting
that fantasy distract
from what we have built
together on our planet.
I mean, I can't say I'm surprised
because I know you, Michael.
You've been searching
for home since we met.
Look, Oasis, Roswell
I don't care if we are on
other sides of the universe.
As long as we are looking
at the same stars
I will never look away.
So, this movie
how does it end?
Pick your favorite sci-fi trope.
We could, um, detonate the
asteroid heading towards Earth,
shut down the giant
lizard destroying the city,
or it can end with a twist.
Michael Guerin
will you marry me?
This isn't where I imagined our
engagement photos either, but
I couldn't wait.
We've already spent too much time apart.
So?
I can't wait to see Sanders in a tux.
Yes.
I am so in love with
you it's embarrassing.
I love you, too.
How far did you say those trees were?
Like, ten miles.
Yeah, we could work with that.
Whoa.
- I got to wait till the honeymoon?
- No.
It's just, um
If this is an alternate dimension,
the amount of energy that
it would take to build it
would border on atomic fission.
And like nuclear power,
it would have unintended consequences.
Radiation.
The gas mask.
I felt nauseous as soon as I got here.
Did you? Dallas, Bonnie?
Okay, so it's only humans.
- Which is why Theo didn't realize.
- Realize what?
What are you saying? The gas
mask helped with the nausea,
but it-it couldn't stop this.
I think I'm dying.
- This is where Liz is?
- Yeah. I mean,
Tezca said Clyde was
Ophiuchus's most loyal disciple.
I don't think he could resist a
pilgrimage to the mecca of Jones.
Cults do love a farm.
You know, considering that we
are attempting an alien ambush,
right now might be the time to, um,
huff the magic dragon.
Shivani's security swarmed me
before I could get the mist.
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- Rosa needed me
- No, no, no.
If you hadn't helped Rosa, we
wouldn't know where Liz was.
So
I just can't lose her, Iz.
We're gonna find her.
Once injected,
this serum will disable the tech in
your alien rune and will allow you
to walk through the
portal back to Oasis.
Yeah, those, uh, trembling
hands won't be doing anything.
How do I know you haven't deceived me?
You'll have to believe in
something other than Ophiuchus.
I'm sorry, my savior,
for what I'm about to do,
but this is the only way
to protect your legacy.
You! You'll pay for crossing Ophiuchus!
- Was that your idea of an escape?
- No.
It's a distraction.
You were right not to trust me.
The mist was synthesized
from Bonnie's virus,
and by reverse engineering
the chemical structure,
I was able to mimic her abilities
and render you powerless.
Liz.
I got you.
I'm never gonna leave your side.
You saved me.
No.
You saved yourself.
I was just there to catch your fall.
Does Rosa hate me?
No, we're all just here to support you.
Oh, Kyle's putting the finishing
touches on his detox stuff,
and Rosa's waiting in the wings.
You know, when you stood up and
faced your fears this morning
I thought maybe I
was ready to do the same.
But the mist had opened my mind up
to endless possibilities, and I
I just I thought I could use it
- to outsmart him.
- I know.
I'm sorry.
I pushed you all away. I just
I don't want to lose myself anymore.
And I don't want to lose you.
Well
I ain't going anywhere.
All right?
I'm gonna be the man you need me to be.
Max, I should not have said
that you were holding me back.
Get some rest, okay?
Tomorrow is a new day.
These
should help ease her withdrawal
for a couple of hours.
Okay. Then I'll take it from there.
There's only so much
that medicine can do,
even the alien kind. After
that, we'll take it day by day.
Sounds like someone's
back in the sponsor saddle.
Mm-hmm. For as long as it takes.
What about New York?
You can't just put
your new life on pause.
We can watch over Liz.
I'll send you updates.
She's been there for me
every time I needed her most.
I can be a little bit patient.
And, by the way, I think so should you.
Hmm.
With a certain green-eyed
alien warrior goddess
who would give Gamora
a run for her money.
Isobel and I are just friends.
Yeah, I know that you say that,
but is she on the same page?
Because the start of that whole
mindscape trip was hella awkward.
Look, I get what it's like to
put a cage around your heart.
I just don't think now is the
time to throw away the key.
So what do I do, then?
I already told her where I stand.
Why don't you try talking
less and listening more?
- Hey, brother.
- Hey, sis.
Any, uh, sign of Clyde?
Yeah, well, it took me a
little while to figure out
which shaft he'd hunkered down in.
By the time I got there, all
that was left was a severed hand.
So, this isn't over, then.
Well, if Liz has a part to
play, I got to play mine.
What about that mist?
I will find a way, with or without it.
I mean, running away from my
fears almost got Liz killed.
I cannot let that happen again.
Don't be so hard on yourself, you know.
Losing a love like you
and Liz have, that's
No, that's terrifying.
Or, uh
you and Kyle.
Why did it take him closing the door
for me to realize that
all I want to do is
dropkick it off its hinges?
So what's stopping you?
I mean, doors are a
part of a relationship.
They close, but they're
also meant to be opened.
I don't know.
I think I've played enough
with that man's emotions.
He made it pretty
clear that I had, uh
missed my moment.
Epic love stories aren't
made up of a single moment.
They're built over a lifetime.
I refuse to believe it's too late,
for either of us.
I should've told you right away.
I just didn't want to ruin this moment.
You're trying to save my
life. It's already lost.
Are you gonna say anything?
What do you want me to say?
Five minutes ago, I was
imagining wedding vows,
and now you want me to write a eulogy.
No, I just don't want
to spend my last days
wallowing in the inevitable.
I want to marry you.
- Did you find the fruit?
- The trees were burned down.
We're stuck here.
Dallas can marry us right now.
Please. We're running out of time.
We have a situation at the gate.
Come on. Let's go.
Who are you?
I see you've expanded your
mind. Why don't you do the math.
You're one of them.
What do you want?
We can begin with that mist.
You've lost your powers.
It appears the great Liz Ortecho
wasn't worthy of my savior's faith,
but I believe that we
can succeed where she failed.
Why would I help you?
Because
I can bring your daughter back.