Co-Stars: Harold St. Croix (Tourist); Joe Pingue (Saahm); Neville Edwards (Colonel); Brian Paul (Captain); Brad Garrick (Elevator MP); Duane Murphy (Soldier); Phillip MacKenzie (Baz); Mike Realba (Lab Tech)

Originally Aired: 29-Oct-2001; Written by: Peter Geiger; Directed by: Michael Robison

Synopsis: This is the first real mythology episode of the series where it’s established that the aliens aren’t just here on Earth, they’re here searching for something.

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The teaser opens in Roswell, New Mexico, with Raahm, an Orsian fugitive, entering the Sonic Spaceship Cafe.

Waitress, after telling him that he can sit wherever he likes: "What can I get ya? ... I like your necklace. You get it around here?"

She notices that he seems intrigued by the sign above the counter [‘Find Proof that Aliens Exist and Your Meal is Free’].

Waitress: "Forget about it. Nobody has had a free meal yet."

Raahm: "A craft did land here."

Waitress, tongue in cheek: "Sure did. In 1947 it came out of the sky just like a big ball of fire and crashed just outside of town ... The government has been trying to cover it up ever since."

Raahm: "You don’t believe the crash is real."

Waitress: "Honey, if you are buying something and leaving a tip ... I believe."

Raahm: "Well ... I need to find where they took that ship."

Waitress: "The air base in Ohio."

Raahm: "No."

Waitress: "Oh, boy! ... You really want that free meal, don’t ya? ... Well ... we do have alien crash site maps."

Raahm: "You have map?"

Waitress, coyly: "Yes ... To the crash site. Right over here." She indicates a rack on the counter.

Raahm, with a small wry smile as he takes one: "You have map."

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At the site, Raahm is looking around with the other tourists. Since Orsians can see, hear and even smell past events from sensing dirt, he kneels down and scoops up a handful to review the crash, envisioning government troops cleaning up the area to make it appear as if a weather balloon came down there.

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Cole is first learning that a male Human must bathe and shave regularly. This personal hygiene bathing scene was both funny and enlightening.

[Note that Cole didn’t exhibit so much as a shadow of a beard at any time during the 24-hour or so time span of the Pilot, but was beginning to develop scruff on his face in "Cloud Nine." This was particularly evident in the scene with Mel in the alley. It seems likely that it took Cole’s Human body several days to stabilize enough in order to produce the proper male hormone levels to grow facial hair. It also seems likely that the Pilot, "Cloud Nine" and this episode all occur within about a week. He would’ve been getting awfully ripe if the time frame were much longer than that!].

When this scene opens, Cole is in the bathtub. His hair is wet and has obviously already been washed and combed back, and he has shaving cream on his face. Mel is standing at the window, her back to him and her soapy hands held in front of her, admiring the morning light on the dumpster.

Mel: "Bathe and shave ... You’re going to have to do this every day."

She leaves the window to crouch down by the side of the bathtub.

Mel, sternly: "Now! I want to let you know that I’m doing this only on two conditions ... One, you hold completely still." She grasps his chin for emphasis. "And two, the washcloth goes back where it was!"

Cole stops playing with the washcloth and lets it drop back onto his lap.

[It was funny how he seemed fascinated with the way his male body parts floated in the water!].

Mel, tightly: "Thank you."

She tilts his chin and examines his face, trying to decide where to begin. Taking a deep, sighing breath, she strokes the razor down his left cheek.

Cole: "Feels strange."

[Everything feels strange to him at this point. Clothes, shoes, a breeze in his hair. Everything. Even feeling itself feels strange to him].

Mel, swishing the razor clean in the bath water: "Talking ... is not holding still."

Cole: "I’m close to finding one, Mel. He’s an Orsian."

Mel, absently: "Uh huh." She angles his head for another stroke with the razor.

Cole: "Orsians are born in pairs. So in their Earth bodies they’re not identical."

Mel, amicably: "Okay. But you can’t talk and shave at the same time. All right?"

Cole, unable to shut himself up: "They talk telepathically. If I find one, I’ll find the other."

Mel, exasperated: "Okay. Why don’t you try it?" She hands him the razor. "Go on ..." she encourages as he hesitates before making his first stroke of the razor down the length of his other cheek. "Just enough pressure to take off the whiskers," she instructs, watching his progress. She then cautions, "Not so much! You don’t ... want to cut yourself," as he strokes the razor down the same cheek that she had and nicks himself.

Mel, examining the cut: "Ooo! I’ll go get some toilet paper ... My father always used toilet paper."

[Note the fact that Cole did nick himself and bleed means that his body is not just a shell!].

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Meanwhile, Raahm is telepathically communicating with his twin, Saahm. They’re arguing about Saahm’s weight, Raahm asking him if he’s "looked in a mirror" and telling him that he "can stand to lose a meal," that "there’s this concept called dieting; you restrict intake, you lose mass," that he’s "supposed to keep the Tracker busy."

Stuffing his face with donuts, Saahm isn’t bothered, claiming that yes, he’s seen his reflection but he doesn’t "plan on being in this body forever" and that it "requires a great deal of food."

[The idea of symbiotic twins is intriguing, and the fact that they each found such different bodies answered the burning question of how at least some of the fugitives might react to having a Human body for the first time. Saahm’s gluttony seems to be a combination of someone discovering something for the first time (new food items) and obsessing over them, and the typical reaction of a prisoner who is now free to do anything he wants, whenever he wants. It also proves that not all the escapees are criminal masterminds].

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Back in Mel’s bathroom, Cole busies himself lathering up the soap bar, trying to focus on anything else, as Mel scrubs his shoulders and upper back. Evidently a bit nervous over this new situation he's in, he still can’t seem to stop talking.

Cole: "I got information about a murder, a drug dealer. There was evidence of ground disturbance nearby."

Mel, ignoring his obsessive chatter: "Personal hygiene is extremely important."

Cole: "Orsians have the ability to burrow underground."

Mel reaches over to take the bar of soap from him. It’s so slippery it pops right out of his hands and lands in the soap dish with a ‘clang’. She gives him a tolerant smile as she takes the bar of soap and adds more lather to her hands, but instead of then handing it back to him, she returns it to the soap dish.

Mel, bemused: "Are you listening to anything I’m saying?" Her hands are working around his shoulders, upper arms and upper back.

Cole, parroting: "Personal hygiene is extremely important."

He’s now concentrating on rubbing his soapy hands together without the bar of soap. Even more than usual, his every instinct seems to be to lean into her touch.

Mel: "Yes! Good!" She’s obviously pleased that he’s been paying enough attention to be able to say that much. "Personal hygiene ..." Her soapy hands move languidly down his chest and he gives up, beginning to lean back into her, opening himself to the sensation as she continues voicing her thoughts. "... wins the fight against B.O. ... bad breath ... and all those other kinds of things that people really don’t talk about except on those commercials..."

Cole, awash in the pleasure of her touch: "Feels good, Mel."

[Loved the look in his eyes the moment he realizes that he likes Mel bathing him!].

Mel, smiling: "Good!"

She suddenly draws in a harsh breath and releases him, scrambling to her feet and turning away.

Mel: "I ... I think that’s the end of our lesson for today!"

Cole stares down at his lap.

[Both of their reactions to what was rising under the little white washcloth are a riot. She’s startled, he seems quite puzzled – all further confirming that he’s definitely not a Ken doll!].

Cole: "Good ... I have to get to work."

He stands up, and is at least partially standing up, as he blithely steps out of the tub.

Mel, choked: "Wow!!!" Her urge to enjoy the view wars with her manners, sending her into a nervous tailspin. Her manners win this round and she resolutely keeps her back to him. "Um, you need to towel off."

She hands a towel to him from behind her back without looking.

[It’s a sweetly, delicately charming scene; with Mel teaching, then suddenly becoming shocked, embarrassed and nervous; and with Cole learning, while at the same time remaining innocently oblivious to his impact on her – and likely not understanding why his Human body should be exhibiting the mating reaction of a lower lifeform simply because something feels good!].

Cole: "Towel off?"

Mel: "Yeah, you know ... Rub yourself." She winces, rolling her eyes at her Freudian slip. "... Um ... Wipe your body ... with the towel."

Cole, as he dries himself with the towel: "Do you have change for the bus, Mel?"

Mel: "Sure. Where are you going?"

Cole: "To the dead dealer’s apartment."

Mel: "Why don’t you just do that speed thing that you do?"

Cole, coming up to her: "I have to be careful. It weakens me. It takes one solar day to regenerate."

Still stark naked (save for a few bits of toilet paper stuck to his face!) and totally unconcerned about it, he hands her back the towel and thanks her.

Mel, handing the towel right back to him and struggling to keep her eyes on his face: "Sure. I think I’ve got some change in my purse."

Cole: "Good."

Mel, backing away from him: "Good."

Cole: "Good."

Mel, all but fleeing out of the bathroom: "Good."

The dialog here is interesting. When Cole’s talking about his Tracking and the fugitives he’s quite articulate, but as soon as he has to deal with anything Terran, he becomes totally clueless. It’s almost like he’s a savant or someone raised in a closed society. But he’s also much more coherent now, although he still needs help with things like reading.

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Checking out another area of the crash site, Raahm has the vision of when government troops found the dead body of an alien who had four sucker-padded fingers on each huge hand and gray-green skin.

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Hygiene lesson learned, Cole goes after the Orsian twin Saahm. He stealthily breaks into the apartment to find him grossly pigging out in the kitchen.

Cole: "Very ... uh ... interesting."

Saahm, spitting out some orange: "This body requires ... a great deal of fuel."

He whips a weapon out of his pocket and rises to face Cole.

Cole grabs a convenient shirt hanging in a doorway. Using it like a lariat, he quickly entangles, then overpowers the Orsian and drives him back into a bookcase in the living room.

Cole, raising his Collector: "Personal hygiene is extremely important."

He then Collects another.

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Back at the Watchfire, Mel is counting the few dollars of the night’s receipts.

Jess: "Not a good night?"

Mel: "Not a good night."

Jess: "And if it wasn’t for Judge Hencher’s drinking problem, it wouldn’t have been a night at all."

She mixes up a screwdriver for Mel.

Mel, depressed: "What’s wrong? I put all my inheritance into this place, it looks great ... and still no one comes ..." She looks over at Jess. "You’re dying to tell me ... I can feel it ... So? Tell."

Jess serves her the drink.

Jess: "Look, Mel ... This is a cop bar, right? It was a cop bar before your grandmother bought it, and it was a cop bar when she died."

Mel: "Yeah, and it didn’t make any money as a cop bar, either."

Jess: "Okay. Fine. So the cop thing ran its course. But ... for a long time it was really successful. And the reason was because it was about something. You know, it was targeted for a specific clientele and went for it."

Mel: "I have a target ... Upscale business men and women."

Jess: "Mel ... We’re in the middle of a financial district. Upscale business men and women do not want to drive back on a Saturday night to the place they left on Friday night. It’s too depressing!"

Mel: "Okay! What are you saying?"

Jess: "You’re missing your target!" She becomes coy. "So, go on ... Ask me ... I know you’re dying to ... Get it out ... Ask me ... Okay?"

Mel, relenting: "So, what would you do?"

Jess: "Talk to a bar consultant."

Mel: "A bar consultant? I didn’t even know such a thing existed!"

Jess: "That’s the problem, Mel ... I know a really, really good one ... Think about it."

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Up in the War Room, Cole is setting up Saahm’s Collected lifeforce with a bowl of Mel’s gelatin dessert.

Mel, opening the door and hearing a voice: "Who is that?"

Cole: "The one I was pursuing."

Mel, alarmed: "The Orsian?"

Cole, amused: "Don’t worry. His lifeforce is contained."

Mel, now having the courage to come in: "Oh! So ... what was I hearing?"

Cole: "Telepathic messages he was trying to send."

Mel, noticing the diodes and cables stuck into the gelatin: "That’s my jelly!"

Cole, explaining: "Jelly slows his energy ... enough for me to keep him at the edge of consciousness. I have control of every message he sends..."

Mel: "Cole..."

Cole: "... And hear the ones he sends his brother." He hands her Saahm’s collar in an effort to further explain. "Nickel-plated. Very conductive of telepathic waves."

Mel, nodding and smiling, amazed but not quite understanding: "Oh."

Cole: "Now we wait for brother to send message."

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Raahm has driven up to the gate of Walker Air Force Base (formerly Roswell Army Air Force Base, Decommissioned Nov. 13, 1927). He gets out of the stolen car, walks up to the fence and looks around. There are ‘Restricted Area - No Trespassing’ signs, but the place looks derelict and abandoned.

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Apparently in a trance at his computer terminal, Cole rouses when he receives his first intercepted message from Raahm to his brother, giving his location.

Cole, to himself: "Raahm."

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In the bar, Mel is straightening up the area around the pool table when Cole comes downstairs.

Cole: "Mel, where is Roswell?"

Mel: "In the desert in New Mexico."

Cole: "What would be in the desert in New Mexico?"

Mel: "Well, a lot of people believe that a spaceship crashed out there in the late forties. The government has always denied it ... Why are you so interested?"

Cole: "The other Orsian is there."

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Raahm is now in the heart of the secret government facility/military base, just outside the perimeter fence by Gate 1 of the in-use hanger popularly known as Area 51. The fence has further signs on it that warn it is electrified, and that say ‘Restricted Area No Trespassing’ and ‘Caution No Smoking Beyond this Point’.

As he watches from hiding in the bushes, a white Ford military van drives into the hanger area using an electronic pass to open the gate.

Following, Raahm burrows under the fence and comes out the other side, shaking off the dirt.

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Cole is standing in the living room going over a folder of printouts while Mel is putting away groceries.

Mel: "Oh, so another full bowl, right?"

Cole: "Yes ... What I use will only last a while."

Mel: "Hope lemon-lime isn’t going to screw things up. They were out of cherry."

Cole: "No. But if it melts, Saahm won’t be able to talk to his brother again."

Mel: "Why are you so intent on going to New Mexico?"

Cole: "Official sources on Cirron spoke of ... of ships that were missing in this quadrant."

Mel: "Why would they come here?"

Cole: "Rumors said ... that they belonged to treasure hunters."

Mel: "Treasure hunters!?! Wonder what they were looking for ... Gold ... Diamonds..."

[Note: Gold and/or diamonds might be common elements on other worlds, hence have little value or worth, whereas things that are common on Earth might prove to be quite rare elsewhere and thus be very valuable, things like water, maybe. Or quartz or tin].

Cole, handing her a printout: "What does this say?"

Mel, reading: "The Commander of the Eighth Air Force states that the object was sent to the Research Center at Wrightfield, Ohio, for examination."

Cole: "Ohio?"

Mel, dryly: "Yeah, well, who knows what to believe? They later retracted the whole story. Said it was a weather balloon."

Cole: "Seems your government likes to hide things."

Mel: "What government doesn’t?"

Cole: "I must go to New Mexico ... I need you to stay here and monitor Raahm’s transmissions."

Mel: "Okay. But if Raahm tries to talk to Saahm, won’t he realize when his brother isn’t talking back?"

Cole has her listen to a phrase he’s recorded on a laptop for her to use as a ruse to put Raahm off: "The Tracker is close. I’ll need to talk to you later."

Cole: "I put it together from Saahm’s thoughts. I have other phrases for you to use as well."

Mel, cheerfully: "Okay! That’s good! So! You’re going off to New Mexico and I’m going to stay here and listen to aliens babble in jelly!"

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Lurking around the hanger in Area 51, Raahm watches the white military vans come and go, seeing soldiers entering and leaving the building with their swipe passes.

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Cole is now in Roswell, following the pull of the Track to the Sonic Spaceship Cafe. When he enters the cafe he hears the waitress say ‘hey, hon’ to one of the customers. He also sees the pin she’s wearing that says ‘I Believe’. Apparently, he can now read at least a bit.

Cole, to the Waitress: "Hey, hon! ... Do you believe?"

Waitress: "Oh, not really!"

Cole: "Then why do you wear the pin?"

Waitress: "Ahh, the owner thinks it makes the customers feel more comfortable."

Cole: "Do you have many customers looking for aliens?"

Waitress, chuckling: "Everybody here is looking for aliens, honey!"

Cole sits down at the counter and she notices the Orsian collar he’s holding.

Waitress: "Hey! That must be the newest thing!"

Cole: "You’ve seen this before?"

Waitress: "Yeah! Yesterday!. There was a guy in here wearing one just like it." She reaches for it. "Do you mind?"

She takes it from him and puts it around her neck.

Waitress: "How do I look?"

Cole, innocently smiling: "Good!"

Waitress, happily grinning: "Yeah?"

Cole: "How do I smell? I shave and bathe today."

Cole: "Did you talk to this man?"

Waitress, nodding: "Sure."

Cole: "Did he say where he was going?"

Waitress: "No. But he took a map."

Cole: "A map?"

Waitress, coyly pointing to the counter rack: "A map to the crash site."

Cole, taking out a map and unfolding it: "Map."

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Following Raahm’s Track, Cole surveys the alien crash site and all the spots his quarry had been to, reconstructing his visit. He finds the map the Orsian had thrown away, the ground disturbance from his burrowing and, in the middle of that burrowing, extracts the arm of the tourist he killed.

Cole promptly folds the arm down and reburies it.

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Meanwhile, a Colonel driving one of the white military Ford vans hits a hard bump in the road and comes to a stop. He gets out and looks around, but finds nothing. Raahm jumps him and grabs him by the throat. One then assumes that he kills him in order to take his uniform and swipe-pass and to steal the van, for he drives up to the hanger in it and is wearing the Colonel’s uniform, using the pass to enter the building unopposed.

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[Note: The real Area 51 (if there be such a place) would have motion sensors and hidden cameras all around the sensitive area. Neither Raahm nor Cole should have been able to get beyond the perimeter without detection].

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Raahm prowls the hanger and locates the alien ship there, deep in the heart of the building.

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At the Watchfire, Jess has set up a meeting with Mel and Baz, the snooty bar consultant.

Baz, after looking around: "Steel."

Jess: "Steel."

Mel: "Steel what?"

Baz: "Everything."

Mel: "Everything?" She trades looks with Jess, then walks closer to him. "I’m sorry ... Baz ... I realize you do this kind of thing for a living. But I have spent a lot of time, and a lot of money, restoring the wooden facades in here. This is the original Lewis Sullivan interior from the forties."

Baz: "Wood ... is over."

Mel: "Over?"

Baz, nodding: "Has been for a long time."

Mel, to Jess: "Can I talk to you for a second?" Mel takes her by the wrist and leads her aside. "I don’t care what this guy’s reputation is! It’s insane!"

Jess: "Mel..."

Mel: "I am not redoing the entire bar in steel! Jess! It would look like a morgue!"

Jess: "Baz is a trendsetter!"

Mel: "Well, he can set them somewhere else!"

Jess: "Do you realize the strings I had to pull just to get him in here!?"

Mel, suddenly hearing Raahm’s voice coming from upstairs: "Saahm!"

Jess: "Who?"

Mel: "I gotta go!" She rushes upstairs.

Jess, calling after her: "Mel!" She then turns to Baz. "Uh ... I think it’s growing on her..."

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Inside Area 51, Cole is creeping around a parked vehicle, observing and sensing, when his cell phone rings.

Mel’s voice: "Cole? Are you there?"

Cole, into the phone: "This is not a good time, Mel."

Mel, quickly: "Raahm has sent another message." Paraphrasing, "‘He’s found the ship. He should have the device very soon.’"

Cole: "What device?"

Mel: "I don’t know. He didn’t say."

Soldier, pointing a rifle, from behind: "Put the phone down and get your hands over your head!"

Mel, hearing that something’s wrong: "Cole?"

Soldier: "This area is off limits to civilians and I’m authorized to use deadly force if you do not follow my commands! Now stand up and put your hands above your head! ... Do it now! ... Stand up, sir, and put your hands above your head!"

Cole slowly rises, then tosses the phone into the air. As the Soldier’s eyes momentarily track the phone’s trajectory, Cole grabs the rifle barrel and sends a burst of energy through the metal, knocking out the Soldier. Cole then lowers him to the ground, catches the phone on its way down, and continues stalking toward the hanger.

[Note: Cole’s actions clearly reflect someone with extensive police or combat training. He uses only the amount of force necessary for the situation and he tries to disarm and restrain as much as possible. While Raahm didn’t hesitate to break a Human’s neck, Cole only stunned the Soldier unconscious. Likewise, his capture of the fugitives isn’t in any way vengeful or vindictive, it’s just something that needs to be done].

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Within the hanger, Raahm is unable to get his perimeter pass to work in the electronic pass-swipe to allow him access to the lower level where the ship is. He breaks the neck of the Lab Technician who kindly offers to help in order to steal his pass.

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Not needing a pass, Cole uses his energies on the outside pass-swipe to gain access to the building. He follows Raahm’s Track to the elevator, where yet another soldier challenges his presence.

Elevator MP: "Where’s your pass, mister?"

Cole: "In the car."

Elevator MP: "What section are you with?"

Cole: "Tracking."

Elevator MP: "Never heard of it."

Cole: "It’s a very small department."

Elevator MP, raising his rifle: "Step away from the door!"

Cole turns and, the next thing seen, he’s in the elevator, the doors are closing, and he’s holding the unconscious Elevator MP upright against the wall.

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Meanwhile, the first Soldier Cole had taken down is reporting his failure at stopping a breach of hanger security to his Captain. Nervous and embarrassed, he claims that some sort of stun device had been used on him, he’s not exactly sure what happened, and he didn’t see where the guy went.

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Again using his energies to gain access through the pass-swipe, Cole enters and zips down the stairs. The two confront there below.

Cole: "Raahm."

Raahm, nodding: "Tracker ... It’s been a long time."

Suddenly an alarm begins to sound and military troops start racing in. Cole finds that he has dozens of rifles aimed at him, the Captain shouting: "Halt! ... Stop where you are! Get your hands above your head!"

Raahm, to the approaching Captain: "Sir, I saw him break in here with the Lab Tech’s security pass." He hands the pass he’d stolen over.

Captain: "Good work, soldier!"

Cole, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of Raahm: "He’s not who he seems to be."

Captain: "I said put your hands up, mister! ... Get your hands up! Now!!"

Raahm slips away as Cole slowly raises his hands, then quickly drops one onto electrical cables. Sparks and mini-explosions fly. He escapes in a burst of hyperspeed, the Captain shouting, "Don’t shoot! I want him alive!"

Raahm hurriedly retraces his steps to exit the building, Cole Tracking after him, but he soon has to abandon the hunt to evade the military troops hunting for him. He escapes the building by exiting out an airshaft, which takes him just outside of the hanger’s perimeter fence.

Now a game of cat and mouse through the desert as he makes his way off the grounds of the base. During this time, Mel calls again about another message from Raahm to his brother. But this one is garbled. The jelly is melting and she has to quickly add more. Then, because the "computer is turning into a toaster oven," Cole guides her on reconnecting a hot and sparking yellow wire back into its terminal and listens to the message.

Cole’s guess is that the rendezvous point is likely the Sonic Spaceship Cafe.

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Later, Cole enters the Cafe and approaches Raahm’s table from behind.

Raahm, not turning around and not realizing who it actually is: "The price just went up. I had to take a few more risks."

Cole, sitting down opposite him: "Perhaps ... you should not have taken so many."

Raahm, grim: "You think you’re smart? Zin will be here any minute. And he’s not coming alone!"

Cole, very calmly: "I have two pieces of bad news for you, Raahm ... Zin ... is not coming ... And I found your brother one day ago."

Raahm, not believing a word of it: "Zin will be here."

Cole: "He never got your message ... I’ve listened to every communication you sent."

He slides the Orsian collar he has across the table to prove his point.

Raahm, staring at it: "Saahm." Cole nods. "I thought we’d take care of this in Chicago ... But, seeing as how you’re here ... you’ve just saved me a trip."

Cole: "I will see you outside."

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Cole is waiting for Raahm in back of the Cafe.

Raahm, coming out: "Daggon ... Is this what you’re looking for?"

He holds up the cylinder. When Cole slides his gaze over to look, Raahm whips out a spray can and douses him. Cole falls back, gasping.

Raahm: "Still don’t like the cold ... A little home-made device." He slugs Cole, staggering him. "Amazing what you learn in prison."

He slugs him again and grabs him by the throat.

Raahm: "I’ve been waiting for this a long time!"

He slams Cole against a wall.

Raahm: "You betrayed me! You locked me up!"

Cole: "I had no choice!"

Raahm, snarling, twisting Cole’s head and choking him: "Do you have any idea what it was like for me on Sar-Top!?! The inmates knowing that I was a Tracker!?!"

Cole: "I saved your life!"

Raahm: "You took my life!"

[Seems that Raahm is a renegade Tracker with an old vendetta against Daggon. Apparently, Daggon saved his life but then turned him in and he was imprisoned for illegal activities. But what happened? Who betrayed whom? What illegal activities? None of this is ever specified or detailed].

Cole manages to gain some leverage with one arm, heaving himself off the wall and spinning around and under Raahm’s arm, but Raahm gets in a good punch, staggering him again.

Raahm: "Take a good look!" He executes a high kick to Cole’s head and he falls back into the cloud of steam coming from the kitchen. "This is about as close as you’re going to get to Cirron!"

Again Raahm attacks, but the steam has served to revitalize Cole. They briefly skirmish, but then Cole rams his Collector into Raahm’s chest and it’s over.

Cole, regretfully: "You never did see the light."

Collection complete, he snatches up the cylinder Raahm had dropped, scans it carefully with his hand, then twists it open, but it’s empty. The crystal is no longer there.

He’s puzzled by this but, as he has no idea what was in it, he doesn’t know what he should look for.

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Very funny in the tag scene at the end where Jess is trying to turn the Watchfire into an oxygen bar and has unknowingly obtained tanks of helium instead.

Cole comes home, walking back into the bar.

Jess, without turning around: "Sorry! We’re closed." She’s fiddling with some tanks.

Cole: "Hello, Jess."

Jess, looking over: "Hey! You are just the person I want to see!" She hands him an oxygen mask. "Try this."

Cole: "What is it?"

Jess: "It’s my latest idea ... Oxygen!"

Mel, coming over and seeing the tanks: "What is this?"

Jess: "Oxygen."

Cole: "Oxygen."

Mel: "Oxygen?"

Jess: "It’s the latest trend." She slips the mask on Cole’s face and turns on the gas.

Mel: "It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!"

Jess: "They’ve opened two of them in the past week. Baz says this place is going to be packed when people find out!" She stretches the elastic out to pull the mask away from Cole’s face. "What do you think?"

Cole, in a Mickey Mouse voice: "What does it do?"

Mel, trying not to crack up: "I think Baz ... got his ... tanks mixed up."

Jess: "I’m going to kill him." She releases the mask and it snaps back onto Cole’s face. "I’m going to kill him!"

She stalks off to the other end of the bar to phone Baz.

Cole, removing the mask, still squeaky: "Don’t like oxygen, Mel."

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Back in Roswell, the waitress has found the crystal artifact that Raahm had hidden in the napkin holder and it becomes part of the Cafe’s display of weird ray-guns and other so-called UFO goodies.

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