The End Of The World

LIZ: I'm so confused.

ALEX: I'm so depressed.

MARIA: Wimps.

PSYCHIC: The reading is clear. You marry your true love. You have happiness. The card here? Intimacy, sex. You will not be left wanting.

LIZ: I, Liz Parker, take Max Evans to be...

LIZ: No, you're not Max, ok? You...you're like a shapeshifter. You are like some other kind of alien, with, like, the ability to look like Max with that beard and those...and those grey hairs.

FUTURE MAX: Do you really see grey?

LIZ: This isn't funny, ok?

FUTURE MAX: If I were a shapeshifter, there's no way I could tell the future. In approximately 10 seconds, I will show up outside your window and begin singing to you...accompanied by a mariachi band.

LIZ: A mariachi band. Max wouldn't do anything that cheesy.

FUTURE MAX: Everyone. Earth. I need you to help me keep that from happening. We need to change the future. What we do here has to be precise and surgical. No one can know I'm here, especially not me...that is, my younger self.

MARIA: We need to talk.

MICHAEL: Talk?

MARIA: Yeah, about our relationship.

MICHAEL: You gotta be joking me.

MARIA: Some stupid psychic told me that the next 48 hours are critical, so could you just try not to be a bonehead? Is that, like, a possibility?

FUTURE MAX: Because of me, and how I treated her. And it turned out Tess was critical to our survival. The four of us - Michael, Isabel, Tess, and I...we made a complete unit. We all had different gifts, and with one of us missing, we weren't as strong, and everything fell apart.

LIZ: So, um...you want me to help you and Tess get together?