Crashdown. Maria preaches to Michael the proper Billy-sanctioned way to prepare a meal, and Michael tries to woo her back by asking if she'd like to do something tonight. But she can't. Because she has plans. With Billy. Who missed the bus. He's staying another night. Michael wigs: "Another night!" A salad on the counter kind of explodes, heaving lettuce all over Maria. Hee. She gets mad, accusing, "You could have hurt me." If he had been making one of those sharp-knife-and-rubbing-alcohol salads so popular in the Southwest, maybe. But really, it was just fluffy lettuce.

Over at the law offices of Monopoly Nazi & Stepson, Max wanders around the empty office until his father enters and asks what Max is doing there. Max tells his father that they need to talk, but is soon interrupted by a ringing buzzer and a secretary we've never seen telling Mr. Evans that his 11:30 has conveniently arrived. They make a plan to go fishing the following day, setting an early time because -- as they say in tandem -- "you've gotta get a jump on those fish!" Because they are, after all, just a dad and his son and aaaaaaaw. Max leaves, and the guy taking the pictures in the desert -- Mr. 11:30 himself -- strides into the office and starts talking: "Saw him and that friend of his out in the desert." He took pictures and everything, and he's also uncovered a receipt from the last time Max filled up the Jeep, which was during "the first week in May." Monopoly Nazi makes a cognitive leap that would make minds not accustomed to Roswell logic just fucking explode, realizing at once, "That's when Tess disappeared." Monopoly Nazi walked to The Backstory Board, wondering aloud if the two events could be connected, and Omniscient Man takes a stab at logic himself: "There are only three reasons a person gets rid of a vehicle. One, they sell it. Two, they ruin it in order to bilk the insurance company, or three, they destroy it to hide something." Thanks, Deputy Driver's Ed. At least this show has pulled itself up to a level where marketers can refer to it as "Roswell: at least not any more boring than a day in traffic school." And those were all one reason, stated three different ways. One, they get rid of it. Two, it's gotten rid of by them. Three, poof, it's gone, where is it?