And we're ping-ponging back to the Crashdown, where Kyle fills in Liz and Maria on what Monopoly Nazi talked to Porno about. Maria advises them not to worry, changing the subject immediately when she finds a "missing" sign that conveniently tells them all that Khivar is just inhabiting another body to hang out on Earth, and that the real guy is named Dennis. And Max and Michael are on their way to La Jolla to kill him. The plot might thicken if any of the cooks in that place managed to give it a stir.
More Isabel moments of contemplation. She's in her room at Khlub Khivar lighting some khandles, waiting for Jesse to emerge from the restroom. She glances toward the window and asks, "Jesse, are you coming out?" Jesse's in the bathroom, prepping for love. He's brushing his tongue. He's flexing for the mirror. He's wearing black boxers and we're backstage, because his ass is in my face and I didn't sign or see the consent form on that decision at all. Isabel walks to the window and notes that Khivar is outside, waiting for her. She! Can! No! Longer! Resist! She walks back to the bathroom and melts the doorknob, so that Jesse can't exit. She tells him she's got to go "try and find some maintenance people" and see if they can fix it. I don't want to say the plots of these shows are too simplistic or anything…but I don't think that's where she's really going. Cut to Isabel outside, approaching Khivar and asking, "What have you done to me? You've taken control, used some kind of power to get me here." Khivar tells her that she's there because that's where Vilandra wants her to be. Vilandra is dead! No, she's not! Khivar tells her, "We can leave tonight, right now!" Isabel genuinely wants to know how, and it yields this fabulous response: "It's a new mode of transit, something we've been working on." Well, I don't think I need to tell you just how convenient that explanation was. Why not just say, "I know ways to get home that you don't," rather than playing another spirited round of "Improv Your Way To Sci-Fi Continuity"? Because that game? Well, in that game there are no winners. And then he kisses her big-time, and she's under the Khivar spell. Cut to Max and Michael arriving in La Jolla at the perfect time, Michael hoping that they're not -- and then they see them kissing -- "too late."
And kissing. And kissing. And kissing. Isabel finally pulls away, insisting, "I'm not Vilandra!" She's also not Rappaport. She can't fight this feeling. And the kid is not her son. So negative. Khivar begs her to "leave this all behind," and I have to agree that, if it's a choice between a planet I've never seen before or another minute in an old folks' prison watching people play shuffleboard all day, I'm gonna roll the dice and do the "other planet" thing, if it's okay with y'all. Max and Michael don't think it is, though, for they go a-skulking through the bushes looking for a plan. Max's cell phone rings. Michael jumps and yells, "Didn't you ever hear of vibrate?" And you can bet that…nah. Forget it. Too easy. The ringing from afar breaks Isabel out of her trance and back to remembering Jesse's existence. Meanwhile, Max picks up the call and finds Liz on the other end. Stupid cell phones. Liz is all snippity-snipping, "Flee meh meh meh" something something don't kill that poor schmuck he's a human. Michael tells Max to hang up the phone, and the world agrees that that's probably the best Liz-inhibiting method this show currently has to offer. So then, there's a no-brainer. Max tells Liz there can be no more chatting, but Liz has to tack on a thoroughly gaylord-ish, "Remember your father?" No, he has completely eliminated all memories of his lifelong paternal figure because it's been three weeks since he's lived at home. Because he has the long-term memory of a sparrow. Liz tells him in a hurry that Monopoly Nazi has been asking a lot of questions, but when Max notes that Isabel has disappeared, he hangs up on Liz because he has to be on the move. Because -- why, his cell phone cord isn't long enough? Walk and talk, genius.