Just like folks, it's small talk and here's the mail over at The House That Government Subsidy Built, where Max enters to find Michael engrossed in reading and power-tripping of some kind. Max stands above Michael and dourly (well, duh) lets him know, "Isabel stopped by. I promised her we'd stay out of this whole Jesse thing." Michael offers a "got it" without looking up before telling Max, "I dealt with the therapist while I was there." Max tells him he's "crossed the line," and then kicks the box of dinky alien trash (make sure you've got your Spencer Gifts receipt before you go messing with that stuff, pal) and finally gets around to, "Where'd you get these?" Michael informs Max, "I made an after-hours withdrawal from the safety deposit box." Max tosses back, "My name was the only one on the access card at the bank." Eerie music kicks up. Ladies and gentlemen, the only show in history so boring that the line "my name was the only one on the access card at the bank" can kick up a music cue. Access card. Bank. Scary music. It's a recipe for network success. On a show about CPAs in training. Entitled The...Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Max again demands that Michael "let go of this Jesse thing," and Michael finally loses his temper completely (access cards! Bank! It's all too much!) and tries to take Max down, instead punching a hole in the wall of his cardboard apartment. He pulls his hand out. It's very badly injured. Michael thinks that's Max's fault. Let's find out why! "You. You were dead, Max. And now I'm looking at you, and...who are you? Are you a ghost? And you're in my face all day and you're freaking me out." Dude. Eh? Max leaves. Michael heals his own hand and smiles devilishly. I take to downloading the new Sheryl Crow album and thinking about road trips I might take this summer.
Episode Report CardDjb: C- | 472 USERS: B-
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