Now the story of a wealthy family
who lost everything
and the one son who had no choice
but to keep them all together.
It's Arrested Development.
Subtitles by Canari, RaceMan & Travis www.forom.com
This is Michael Bluth.
Right now he's taking his son, George Michael, to start a new life in Arizona.
Phoenix, Arizona, huh?
This is it, boy.
We are free.
We're gonna follow our dreams, you know,
and the best part of it--
not working for the family anymore.
Yeah, but don't, don't you always say, "Family first"?
Yes, I do, but that is not a family, okay?
They're a bunch of greedy, selfish people who have our nose.
And Aunt Lindsay.
She's not my real aunt?
Not her real nose.
Got a picture of her when she's 14 in a swimming cap. She looks like a falcon.
We spent an entire year living in that stupid model home with those people,
and all they did was lie to us.
The most recent lie was that Michael's father had had a heart attack
while in prison.
We lost him.
What the doctor meant to say was that George Senior had escaped,
a feat he'd accomplished by using the family's portable stairway vehicle.
I'd love to see the look on their faces right now.
"Where'd he go?"
Or they-they think we're just headed home.
Actually, no, that's kind of what I thought
until I heard about all that Phoenix stuff.
Michael was concerned that the
full impact of his departure might have been lost on his family.
Hello, who is this?
Yes, this is Dr. Blumen. I'm calling regarding Michael Bluth.
Michael, phone!
They think we're still there.
We're going back.
Hey, Mom, any messages?
None.
No, there was a message.
It was about my health, but it doesn't matter.
My son and I...
Buster, what are you doing with Mother's rape horn?
Yes. I have a rape horn, Michael.
Because you took away my Mace.
Yeah, like anyone would want to "R" her.
This is what I'm talking about, Michael.
Now that your father has deserted us, Buster's become impossible to control.
Suddenly, he's too much of a bigshot to brush Mother's hair.
Well, I'm not h...
I'm not helping you with Buster anymore.
I'm not helping anyone with anything.
I came here to tell you that my son and I...
George Michael, meanwhile, was approached by his cousin, Maeby.
So, you're really leaving, huh?
Have you told your girlfriend, Bland. I mean Ann? Right.
She's not my girlfriend, and she's not bland.
Really?
Because, I mean, under her school picture, it said, "Not pictured."
Okay, they printed a retraction in the Spring supplement,
and she was really looking forward to seeing me in my Uncle Sam outfit
in that "Get Out the Vote" assembly tomorrow.
Wasn't that supposed to be before the election?
Yeah, they had to postpone it
when that foreign exchange student parked too close to the gym.
I'd do it.
I'd play Uncle Sam.
Better than part I have now-- Guy who ordered strike on Pearl Harbor.
I don't know why you're not taking this "I'm out of here" seriously,
but I am out of here, seriously.
Let's face it, Michael, you've made this threat before.
Tell me. When.
That's it.
I'm out of here.
Ta-da. I'm out of here.
Problem contained.
We've got the attacking animal down.
I'm out of this family. Seriously.
This time we're going to be so far away, you'll never be able to find us.
- We're going to Phoenix. - Don't tell them where.
- I-I just thought... - It doesn't matter why.
Michael, maybe the reason why you always come back
is because you need us more than we need you.
Oh, that's rich.
Huh. I need... you.
All right, I'll tell you what. Mom.
You're always asking me to help you look after Buster.
You can find somebody else. I hope she doesn't kill you.
I'll kill her first.
And good luck trying to find someone else to run the business, by the way.
Gob. Instead of always coming to me, asking me for money saying,
"I've made a huge mistake,"
you can bail yourself out next time.
I've never admitted to a mistake.
What would I have made a mistake about?
Lindsay. Instead of sleeping in twin beds,
why don't you and your husband take the master bedroom?
It's not ike you've never come to me
with your marital problems
saying, "Oh, help me, Michael. I think my husband might be a..."
Here we go.
And so, once again,
the guys were on their way to Phoenix, never to look back.
It's just the lab calling. We'll give him the bad news in Phoenix.
- They know we're gone. - Great.
You did say Phoenix again, but, what do we care?
Yeah. Sorry.
Now, do you want to steer?
or are you too old to sit on you pop's lap and drive?
I think I might be.
Okay.
The car is registered to George Bluth, so we had to check.
He's been caught, so you're free to go.
He's been caught?
Michael knew if he went back to see his father,
he would only end up saying something hurtful.
We're going back.
In fact, the police only thought they'd arrested George Senior...
Do you have any cookies with no preservatives?
...but had gotten his twin brother Oscar instead.
Oh, good grief, it's Oscar.
Oh, thank God you've come.
Lucille had a relationship with Oscar years earlier,
which she was not eager to rekindle.
What is wrong with you?
The boy is here.
They said my father was here.
Did they?
Let's get out of here.
W-what-what about Oscar?
Yes. They impounded my, uh, my humble trailer.
You'll stay with us.
No, he won't.
You're the one who says I need a father figure.
Yes. A father figure.
Fine.
But you're not sleeping in my bed.
- Okay. - Okay. Mm-hmm.
Soon, Michael arrived to claim his father
and was met by the family attorney, Barry Zuckerhorn.
No, I know, I now. Everybody says, "Leave it alone, leave it alone."
Does this look contagious to you? Hey, kiddo.
All right, it wasn't your father.
It was your uncle. I ran into 'em as they were leaving.
Oh, for God's sake.
Well, I only came back to tell him that I was leaving,
so I guess it's time to go, son.
Where you going?
We can't tell you.
No, no, we-we can tell Barry.
We're going to Phoenix.
Oh, I wish you hadn't have said that.
As your lawyer, I have to inform you, you cannot leave the state.
I mean, with your father gone, they want to hold you.
They're going to indict you tomorrow.
All you have to do is come up with the bail.
Take it out of the business.
But I can't.
I quit. I-I don't want to follow in my father's footsteps.
Then you might wind up on his cot.
Oh, man, I wish you hadn't said Phoenix.
Michael had just found out that he couldn't leave the state
unless he came up with bail.
Okay, listen, I'm going to get the company checkbook...
and don't tell the family.
We can't give them the satisfaction of telling them that I need money, okay?
Do pou remember what we say about the family?
Uh, it's not Aunt Lindsay's nose.
Yes, but no.
Don't-don't tell them we were going to...
We say we don't need them.
- Hmm? - Oh. Yeah. Okay. The new one.
It comes from knowing you're toned and fit.
- What are you doing? - I'm exercising, Michael.
I see you've found an exercise tape made for people as lazy as you are.
I do have a love life.
Okay, this is going off.
One night in the master bedroom, and you got yourself a love life again?
Well, I'll be honest.
At first, it was awkward.
Oh, Lindsay, uh... well... this is exciting.
Finally, we can be a normal couple.
Nice to be back in a queen.
- It's too much pressure. - I can't do this.
So Lindsay and Tobias finally took a hard look at their relationship.
You know, Lindsay, as a therapist,
I have advised a number of couples to
explore an open relationship
where-where the couple remains emotionally committed
but free to explore extra-marital encounters.
Well, did it work for those people?
No. It never does.
I mean, these people somehow delude themselves into thinking it might, but...
but it might work for us.
Well, I guess we could give it a shot.
Great. We'll hammer out the details later.
Right now, we've got a daughter to tell.
Maeby, we're having a family meeting!
On her way to the family meeting,
Lindsay had an unexpected encounter.
- Oh, hello. - Oh, hi. Gob told me to come by.
Well, uh, I don't think he's here.
Well, tell him I like what I see.
And we probably won't even act on it.
We're not going to get a divorce.
If anything, it'll bring Mommy and Daddy closer toget...
I met someone. I got a date.
I'm dating someone!
Well...
let the great experiment begin!
You're not using my master bedroom for that.
I believe you left.
Or did you realize how much you need us after all?
Actually, I came back because I need something.
Some things,
like the... checkbook. Where's the corporate checkbook?
Gob must've taken it to the office.
Mom put him in charge.
That's right, Michael.
He's got your old job.
Well, I better get over there before he brings the whole company down.
It's only been three hours. How much damage could he really do?
And release...
In three hours, Gob had done $45,000 in damage.
And there, please.
Hey... where's my desk?
Oh, I think it's the massage table in the break room now.
- Take the window. - Now, hold it.
Gob, Mom may think that she's given you my job,
but the board still has to approve that decision.
Actually, they already have.
Why should we believe in you?
For the same reason you should believe that a hundred dollar bill
is no more than a hundred pennies.
- They approved me unanimously. - Why wouldn't they?
You've only lost them $99 so far.
Well, I've already been pretty successful.
Showing the model house again. Sent a Realtor over there yesterday.
It was this Realtor who'd run into Lindsay,
thinking she was looking for a home.
I have an open thing going on, too.
I'll give you the address, and you can come by.
And I think you'll really like the neighbors.
Okay.
So, what brings you here, Michael?
I hope it's not for a hand-out.
I run a pretty tight ship around here.
With a pool table.
It's a gaming ship.
I'm here because I thought you might need me.
- I need you? - That's right.
Oh, boy, that's good.
Can't wait to call the guys in to hear this one.
Just a..
How do you intercom on this?
- Star two. - Yeah.
- At the same time? - No, just the star, in the corner.
- Star... - So if I do this like that...
- No, turn your hand the other way. - Oh, that star.
Let's just hang it up. There we go.
I-I-I thought that you might need me to help you with the books.
You know, the corporate checkbook, where is it?
Actually, Mom's got it.
She wasn't comfortable with me...
Michael now had the distasteful choice
of either asking his mother for money or going to jail.
Maybe Buster killed her already.
Tobias was also having a bad day.
Lindsay had met someone and he hadn't.
And that's when he found what he thought was a support group for depressed men.
Well, if it isn't the boy who cried Phoenix.
Oh, no, I was just, uh, just worried about Buster.
I thought maybe I should give him a little guidance,
you know, write him a check, be a role model.
Where's the company checkbook?
I already have a new role model, Michael.
His Uncle Oscar is living here now.
Wow.
You guys have accomplished a lot in the last three hours.
Where is he?
I sent him out for a new air horn.
We've got it all under control.
Great.
I'm just worried that it's only going to be a matter of time
before the media starts putting together all the pieces of this Iraq story.
Michael had recently found out that the house he and his son currently live in
was very similar to some his father
may have illegally been building in Iraq.
They haven't yet.
And frankly, it's a very difficult charge to prove.
Man, that jury's gonna fall in love with you.
What do you need, Michael?
I don't need anything.
I'm great.
'Cause everyone else is great.
I can't tell you how nice it is to not be needed anymore.
I want you.
Okay, the jury might actually like that.
It was at that moment that Gob found something the jury might not like.
And Lindsay arrived at what she thought was a date.
Hey, you found it.
So... should we start in the kitchen?
- I thought the bedroom. - Sure.
I'll meet you up there.
I got to make this place smell like cookies.
And...
you should know, I am anticipating multiples on this.
Well, I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think that was a possibility.
Lindsay was nervous and took a shower to relax.
I can't do this. I'm not ready for this.
Come on, kids, we'll go downstairsc and have some cookies.
The kids were in for some bad news, too.
Tobias meanwhile discovered that what he thought was a support group
turned out to be a team of bald men painted blue.
Even Lucille was about to find herself in trouble.
Oh, you've done this before.
You know, you should let your hair grow long.
Well, I've thought about it.
I guess I'd look like you.
More than you'll ever know.
Are you living in one of Saddam's mini-palaces?
They may have been built by the same developer.
And a seal attack-- meet one surprised bather, coming up.
Seven minutes had passed since Gob had discovered the document.
Gob, your mother's on line one.
I'm coming over. Don't talk to anyone.
It was at that moment that Lucille was stopped by a documentary filmmaker.
Your company's being accused of profiting off the building of houses in Iraq.
That's crazy, we're all loyal Americans.
Oh, yeah, would you enlist your son or daughter in the Army?
Yes.
Michael was out of options
and knowing that his father had a penchant for hiding valuable things in walls,
considered one last, desperate gambit.
This is crazy. What am I doing? Using a hammer?
Are you crazy?
Are you blue?
Only in color, Michael. Only in color.
It seems I might have stumbled upon an acting opportunity.
As a member of the Blue Man Group?
Oh, no, you're thinking of the support group.
I made that same mistake myself.
Their called, The Blue Man Group.
But it's funny, if I hadn't sought out a support group
I never would have gotten this gig as an understudy
for a performance art group.
You know, the universe works in mysterious ways, Michael.
You never know where help is going to come from...
until you look for it.
Why does everybody think that I need help?
Michael, look at you.
I mean, you're holding a sledge hammer,
your shirt is cover... Oh, I did that.
Um, here, let me, uh...
And Michael realized that he, too, had been too proud.
- I need money. - I can't help you.
I know.
It did bother me that they did so well without me,
but I do have to ask them for help.
And I have to ask for an audition.
You haven't auditioned yet?
Oh, no, no, I'm not in the group yet.
No, I'm afraid I just blue myself.
There's got to be a better way to say that.
Tobias rushed to the theater hoping to be seen.
Unfortunately, it was dusk, and he couldn't be seen.
What the hell was that?
And so, for the second time in two days,
the family gathered at the hospital.
Everything's going to be okay.
I'm sure he's going to be fine.
I'm so sorry that this happened.
Um, I spoke to him just before he left the house.
Oh, really? What did he say? What was the last thing he said.
I just blue myself.
He said some wonderful things.
Including the fact that sometimes people are too proud
to ask for help when they need it.
- Oh, God, okay, fine, I need you. - I need you, okay, Michael?
- No, I didn't mean for... - He was a realtor, Michael.
Now my husband's in the hospital.
Mom volunteered me for the Army just because the fat man dared her to.
We can't let them take Buster.
I lost my wig. My Uncle Sam wig.
Michael, I am sitting on some very hot information here.
I know too much.
I've got the thingy.
Half in English, half in... scribbly.
Michael, please, we need you.
Well, I hate to cancel my medical follow-up in Phoenix,
but you give me the corporate checkbook, I'll see what I can do.
Excuse me.
Mrs. Funke.
Oh, this guy again.
How is he, Doctor?
It...
looks like he's dead.
Oh, my God!
Oh, little guy.
The tears aren't coming.
The tears just aren't coming.
Uh, just to be clear.
It looks like he's dead, or he is dead?
It just looks like he's dead.
He's got, like, blue paint on him or something.
But he's going to be fine.
What is wrong with you?!
This ( bleep ), Doctor.
I'll let you celebrate privately.
Hey, we want this comped!
Well, I'm gonna...
I'm just gonna head out.
You don't need some piece of ( bleep ) Uncle hanging around.
Hey, hey, that's not my dad.
That's not the guy you want. If you want anybody it's me.
- What? - Michael?
I got to turn myself in or make bail, um, maybe by, like... 8 o'clock.
Hey, hey. Enough.
Whoa, hey. You might want to have that looked at.
Thanks, Mikey.
Yeah, they think I'm involved in this Iraq thing,
and I can't prove that I'm not with Dad not around,
so I need your help or I'm going to go to jail.
We've got the proof, Michael.
Dad's signed contract with Saddam.
Hussein.
Use it.
If it makes your father look bad, then so be it.
He's long gone now.
- Hey, uh, where's the briefcase? - Oscar has it.
Hey, I'm awfully sorry I'm late. I got here as fast as... Oh, how is he?
Did you just change your clothes?
Hey, look what I found on window sill.
Just hat, someone take wig.
In fact, it was George Senior who took wig,
and was fleeing the country with the evidenace Michael so badly needed.
You made a huge mistake.