Max keeps vamping: "I'm a member of that group." What group? "Outsiders. I always knew I was different. And for a long, long time all I wanted was to be a face in the crowd. But in the end, it wasn't possible. I guess it never was. So from now on I'll just concentrate on being who I really am. Some of you might not like that. Some of you might even find that frightening. But that's not my problem anymore. I have to be who I really am. And let fate take care of the rest. So thank you, Roswell. Thank you for letting me live among you. Thank you for giving me a family. Thank you for giving me a home." Gay.
The exceedingly bland governmental storm troopers come slamming in, and Max hears the brass-heavy music and knows his time has come. That is, until Prince Cliché rides in on his white horse. White lights blaze up, and there's Michael on his Harley. Max hops onto the back, and he and Michael ride off into the sunset. Down the halls of the school. Nothing broken. Everything fine. The government must be with the horse-and-buggy brigade, and they all decide not to follow, even through they have two thousand cars as back-up that we learned about nine seconds ago. End. END!!!
Max, Michael, Isabel, Liz, Maria, and Kyle stand out in the middle of the desert. Kyle's the first to assert that he isn't going back to Roswell, and Maria agrees that her future is with them. "We're doing it together." A really old blue van pulls up to this clearly easy-to-find spot in the desert, and Isabel holds up a hand to blow it apart because she's Doc Brown and she owes these Libyans some plutonium! Oh, wait. It's just Jesse. They hug. He's coming with them. Isabel says he can't, but Jesse presses on that he loves her, and that's all that matters and awwwww. Isabel tells him that the only way to make it right for Jesse is by letting him go. He's not going without her. And then he does. Take them from the skies, government! Remember when you had the Air Force involved? Sigh. Fuck it. Tuesdays are for drinking again.
A police car drives up and finds the Libyans trying to get out of town. It's Porno, restored to Porno outfit! He's a deputy, for some reason. Porno won't ask Kyle where he's going, so he can be innocent. Porno says he gave them a tip that they're heading to Mexico because he phoned in a tip, and it reminds me of all of the reasons that he lost his hold on the law enforcement thing in the first place. They hug meaningfully. Kyle gets back in the van. Liz gets the final word: "I can't tell you much more than that, because it wouldn't be safe, for you or for us. I can tell you that we're far away and that we're all trying to avoid the law and do good in the world. Oh, and I guess I should tell you, Dad. Max and I did eventually tie the knot." Shot of small white church, the small wedding party celebrating Max and Liz's happy, happy day. Swoop down on Geoff Parker, alone in the Crashdown, reading a FedExed copy of Liz's diary, crying rather hysterically. She continues on: "Give my love to Mom. Let her read this journal too. Then give it to Maria's mom. After that, take it and burn it out in the desert, by the ruins of the pod chamber where my husband was born." Three seasons in the making, and that might be the best line yet. No wonder Slackjaw always hated his daughter's creepy boyfriend. The six renegades hop in the van, as Liz finishes, "So that's the end. Our life in Roswell. What a long, strange trip it's been." Does she even know who she's quoting anymore? "Will we ever go back? I don't know. Even I can't see everything in the future. All I know is that I'm Liz Parker. And I'm happy." The camera catches the van from behind, pulls back, pulls further back, and shows the rest of the world, a world which will be Roswell-free for the rest of our blissful, blissful days.