Let's say I have a spaceship. Let's say I have a spaceship, and in 1947 I lose control of my spaceship and it careens into Earth. There's a huge government investigation, followed by an even huger government cover-up. Step one: lose the fucking spaceship. Don't be all, "Let's move it sixty miles and bury it under Donny and Marie's flower garden, and ain't no one will ever come looking again." What's to say the whole thing wasn't recreated in a lab in Washington DC? What's to say it wasn't flown back to one of the other mystery planets the government also knows about but won't tell us? What's to say that the spacecraft wasn't methodically disassembled and used throughout the '70s to provide replacement parts on the collective run of the Ford Pinto? What's to say, after all? Oh, and finally -- WHAT? Rant? End. I'm out of smartness suddenly.

And what the hell is that convertible, anyway? Did I forget where it came from, or did they just invent it so they could be snazzy grifters this week? See how little I really do know? Anyway, Thel-max and Lou-Liz pull up in front of a convenience store, Max holding a piece of paper with computer-printed names of four locations crossed out and one (ambiguously named "GR2-18") remaining. They scout out the store in advance, and cut from there to Max telling Liz that the gun won't be loaded. But if it is, Liz says, Max will take off for Planet Arium and never, ever come back. And then…wait, WHAT?

Oh, wait, this is kind of the best part. We're back in Liz's cell, a uniformed guard walking toward her. He tips his cap up. It's Max! Hee. I adore that. If he wanted to break her, he could have melted the bars from the parking lot, rather than going through all the trouble of conking a similarly ripped guard on the head with a candlestick in the conservatory, taking the uniform to a tailor to allow for the doubtless inches of extra upper body, and wearing it into the station house from which he had just been sprung and told never to come back to Utah. Love it. Fucking love it. Anyway, Liz doesn't want to run from the law for the rest of her life. Liz tells him to go away and save his son. They kiss passionately. As long as he's uniformed, he can pretty much behave with the jailed suspects in any way he darn well pleases.