Cal's Mercedes pulls up in front of his mansion, and Max races around to help Cal out of the passenger seat. As he pulls Cal across the driveway and drops him on the ground in front of the door, the beleaguered producer (still wearing his dumb hat) tells Max, "I destroyed my life for you tonight." He says that this is how Max -- "Your Majesty" -- has always been. Selfish and ungrateful. Being Max's protector might have been encoded in his genes, says Cal, but after tonight, he'll never stop hating him. Ouch. Max, instead of bothering with a "thank you," stays true to type and makes it all about him, telling Cal that he did indeed sleep with the enemy and then send his son back, but that he has to suffer by living with the biggest mistake of his life every single day. Oh, boo hoo. Give it a rest, you tiresome bore. At least he's taking responsibility. He tells Cal that he shouldn't have dragged him into this, but he didn't know what else to do. Cal, in a completely unnecessary burst of magnanimity, advises Max to think about the people he almost left behind -- sister, girlfriend, mother (the ladies, the ladies). Max wonders how Cal knows about all of them; he replies, "It's my job," before telling Max never to return. A final word of advice from Cal: "The more you embrace your alien side, the more you're gonna lose." Cal drags himself up the stairs, leaving Max to ponder the incredible level of self-involvement he has displayed for the past several decades.
Isabel is now out walking in the night air. We can tell she's pissed because she keeps touching the lampposts along the path and blowing out the bulbs at the top; if she can't see what she's doing, then nobody else can, dammit. What a little rebel. Problem is, the night's not getting any darker. Pesky stage lighting. Michael races up on his motorcycle and starts bantering with Isabel, who's clearly in no mood for jollity. Poof! Another light out. He asks what's up with Eunice, and Isabel tells him she's getting married in two weeks and that her own mother wants nothing to do with it. She's all alone in this. Except that she's got a fiancé, who has completely disappeared, leaving her to cope solo, which is a pretty low thing to do. Yet another thing that does not bode well for this couple, but of course Isabel can't see this, since she's doused the lights and all. She tells Michael that Max found out and was unsupportive, which is why she needed Michael to congratulate her. Michael says that Isabel doesn't care what he thinks, because if she did, she wouldn't have had Maria break the news. Busted. Isabel apologizes, promises to keep Jesse safe, and tells Michael that his opinion matters as much as Max's, that she thinks of him as a brother. Apparently mollified, Michael raises his right arm and blows out a light several feet away in a shower of sparks, to show Isabel how a real man does it. She argues for feminine delicacy. Michael confirms that the wedding will happen in two weeks (whoops, no, a little less) and then congratulates Isabel, who rewards him with a big smile and a hug. A little begrudging (and presumably hollow) support goes a long way for her.