Cut to a restaurant in L.A. which I think is the exact same place where David on Six Feet Under goes on all of his blind dates. No wonder Jesse turns up there, finding Isabel waiting for him at a table. He thanks her for meeting him. She's glad he called. A waiter offers menus. Isabel returns a sweatshirt. It's the small gestures that mean. So. Much. Jesse proposes that the two of them leave Roswell forever, but his wha?-inducing proposal is quickly interrupted by the arrival of whatever Isabel's dad's name is. He happy to see them, but curious and concerned as well. "What are you doing clear across town?" They are a bit far west in L.A., aren't they? They must be on their way to come and visit me. Isabel effortlessly lies that they're there furniture shopping, which Jesse piggy-backs onto (no comment) with his agreement, "Yes, uh. Yes." Pipe down and let the liar girl lie. She knows what she's doing. And then -- again -- Mr. Evans waits until the final line in the scene before delivering the dialogue on which all future scenes will depend. Welcome to the "While You're Up" theory of script-writing format. And here it is now: "Did you hear Liz Parker dropped out of boarding school? She wasn't gone very long. You know anything about it? It must have been a very expensive two weeks for Geoff Parker. Okay, see you later." And he's gone. People. I shit you not. That's exactly how that went. Jesse tells Isabel that he wants to be married to her, "but [he] can't be married to this situation." He adds, "Look, you say you want to make this work. This is the only way I know how." And then the waiter from the first goes off in the third, coming back right in the middle of Jesse's ultimatum and says, "You need more time." Isabel answers them simultaneously: "I do." Wakka. Wakka. Wakka.
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.