and the one son who had no choice
but to keep them all together.
It's Arrested Development.
Michael was heading to work when he saw something he had never seen before lunch.
- His twin sister, Lindsay. - You're up?
- Yeah. I work for our attorney now. - Bob Loblaw. Of course.
What is he thinking?
- I mean, how's it going? - Lousy.
You know, I only took this nanny job so he'd give me a free divorce
and then marry me, so I'd never have to work again.
But all he seems to care about is that daughter of his.
I got my horse to canter today. First time.
I've always wanted to make love on a horse.
And tomorrow we're gonna work without a lunge line.
That's so funny, because I can put my leg behind my head.
I mean, come on, I'm the nanny.
Of course, who wouldn't wanna snog the nanny?
"Snog." Is that another one of your new Britishisms?
It was. Michael had recently fallen bum over noggin
for a beautiful English woman called Rita.
Did I say "snog'again? Bloody hell.
Listen, you wanna win over Bob, you gotta win over the kid,
and here's what you do. You find something that you're good at
and you share it with her.
While you're at it, share it with us too, huh?
And try not to act so desperate. Oh, my God, did I miss a call?
This is Rita. Just wanted to say hi.
I'm on my way to the train station. Bye-bye.
She's leaving. I gotta get over there.
- Michael raced to the station, - God, is that how I look?
where Rita was being given her ticket.
Here's your ticket and your instructions. Call me if you get in over your head.
Hey, hi there, Rita. Hey. Michael.
Hi, where you going and how long you going for?
You're right, do not answer that. You know, I'm not getting clingy.
- Why are you breathing like that? - I wasn't hurrying to come stop you,
I was out on for my daily... Do you run at all?
Oh, yes. I was in the Olympics once.
I won a silver medal.
You're that Rita Leeds? Oh, my goodness!
And a silver medal, yes, and you came in second.
Now I'm very embarrassed to be out of breath in front of you.
But you take my breath away.
Michael, you're such a...
Michael was stunned.
He assumed Rita was using the word...
in the American sense, meaning weak or cowardly.
In fact, Rita meant it in the British sense, meaning sweet or gentle, as in "pussycat".
The Jerries aren't so bad. They're just being led by a rotten apple.
Reggie, fighting for your country, you're such a pussy.
When I miss your lips, I'll put a... in my mouth and think of you.
That also had a different meaning over there.
Michael returned home hoping to take solace in his son's company.
Just the guy I was looking for.
Was thinking you and I should maybe go play a little catch,
you know, maybe go for a run.
Do some guy stuff.
- But we're not good at that stuff. - Yes, I am. We both are.
Michael and his son had never been a very successful athletic team.
In fact, the only thing George Michael really liked
was hanging motionless from the monkey bars,
which The President's Council on Fitness ranks as
slightly easier than the slide.
Anyway, I was just thinking that maybe we should
emphasise athletics a little bit more in this family,
I'm gonna start us off with a protein drink, okay?
Still doing that, huh?
Well, I do think we should go for a run, huh?
Some real guy stuff.
I'm supposed to go fabric shopping with Ann today.
I think we can go butcher.
No. We're making a gown.
- She's gonna be in a beauty pageant. - Yeah. Who's Ann?
My girlfriend. She's... You've met her. So many times.
- You've met her and met her. - No, I know who Annabelle is.
Who's the Ann that's in the beauty pageant?
That's her. Her name isn't Annabelle, that's Ann.
I know. I know that her name is not Annabelle.
That's how I remember her name, 'cause her body's kind of shaped like a...
She's the belle of the ball.
What is she doing in the beauty pageant? She running the lights or something?
She's in it. She's a contestant.
Sort of like an inner-beauty pageant.
- There it is. - What?
Is it like a Christian thing?
Well it's half. It's at the State Fair,
which this year's gonna be a Church and State Fair.
It seems the state had run out of money and was going to cancel the fair.
Until it was resurrected by this man, who agreed to cover the fair's costs,
if it included a church presence.
I got some news for you. There's no such thing as an inner-beauty pageant.
They're just gonna pick the chick with the best T and A.
As a child, Maeby had been entered
into a number of progressive pageants
that claimed to celebrate beauty in all its forms.
But the winners still tended to have it going on in the conventional sense.
Remember how badly you used to wanna win?
No, I remember how badly you used to want me to win.
Yeah, we should have. I don't know where that hair of yours came from.
Shameless Plugs on Placentia.
Looks pretty good, huh?
And they're not licensed, which means big savings.
It's been happening a lot lately.
You know what? This is the perfect thing to do.
No, Mom, I'm not gonna do it.
No, no, not you. Bob's daughter, Hope.
Look, if I can get Hope this crown, maybe her father might just wanna crown me.
If you know what I mean.
I'm guessing have sex, but that's meeting you more than halfway.
Tobias, wanna clean up that mirror?
And the vase.
Perhaps if I can coach a certain young lady to victory in this pageant,
I can gain back the respect of my wife.
- I'll show them a little T and A. - You can't make me do it, Dad.
Tobias and Ann.
What, my Ann? No, I don't think we need any help.
George Michael, she's a girl. I need to teach her how to be a woman.
Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen.
I think you just did.
- Michael. - Gob.
Let me get that for you.
So, a young neighbourhood tough by the name of Steve Holt's
- gonna be here any minute. - Your son.
- According to him... - And a DNA test.
I heard the jury's still out on science.
Anyway, he wants to go to the fair, but I don't wanna hurt his feelings,
so I need you to do it.
Just tell him that I'm out of town on one of my trips.
- I'm not gonna lie to your son. - Come on. I lie to yours all the time.
Michael, I'm not ready to be a dad.
Plus, I'm gonna be very busy this week being a judge for the pageant.
Gob had been a pageant judge for years.
You cannot believe what it does for your sex life.
- I don't wanna hear it. - I don't wanna say it.
First-place chick is hot, but has an attitude.
Doesn't date magicians.
Second-place is someone weird, usually, like a Chinese girl or a geologist.
But third-place, although a little bit plain, has super-low self-esteem.
So I step in and lay her crown upon my sweet head.
Have I missed this euphemism?
- Steve Holt. - I should go.
He's hiding from me, isn't he?
You know, you gotta stop saying your name all the time.
It's just they have this father-son triathlon,
and I just wanted him to do it with me.
- Stupid, huh? - That's a pretty tough race.
Only for a wimp, a wuss.
A...
And Steve didn't mean "pussycat."
Steve.
How'd you like to do that triathlon with me?
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
- Uncle Mike! - Steve Holt!
Both men felt good about themselves.
- Uncle Mike! - Steve Holt!
But Gob didn't share their enthusiasm.
So this is how Michael gets rid of my son. By stealing him.
Well, I'll just have to steal something of his like, say, his bicycle,
as a placeholder.
Michael was trying to prove his manliness with Steve Holt.
Rita, hey, it's Michael. Just wanted to let you know
that I'm running a triathlon at the fair, and if you're back in town...
I can't believe I chose this moment to call you.
Meanwhile, at the Church and State Fair,
Maeby was trying to enrol in the pageant. Sort of.
Your situation poses a problem. Let me talk to our chairman.
- Hey, what are you doing, Maeby? - It's Surely.
I'm just here to prove that all these pageants care about is looks.
Just watch. Surely's inner beauty will get trumped by her outer icky.
- Well, what happened to your nose? - It's part of the disguise. Isn't it cool?
The same one Nicole Kidman wore in The Hours.
It had been purchased for her at a charity auction she'd attended
as a studio executive.
$10,000.
By Jamie Kennedy.
You're such a dear.
But I'm not putting you in my remake of A Thoroughly Polite Dustup.
Miss Wolfbeek, although it costs quite a bit
to put in a ramp for you, we got approval.
You're in.
As Maeby found herself stuck in a beauty pageant,
Lucille was meeting with attorney Bob Loblaw
about getting her son out of the army.
I mean, my God. He's already lost a hand. If he loses a leg,
how will we ever get him out of the apartment?
Well, the army does have a one-in-one-out programme,
where the inductee is relieved of duty once he enlists someone to take his place.
So I'm supposed to find some poor innocent soul and hook him?
Well, that's not going to help sign anyone. Where's your hand?
It got stuck in the prize hole again.
I told you not to play that stupid game anymore.
There goes Number 3.
I wasn't playing it. I was just trying to get my other one back.
Hi, sorry, sorry, I totally forgot about this meeting. What's going on?
You're father's got a lot of bad press because of the escape attempts.
Volunteer for something.
I'll do anything to get out of this... apartment.
You'll do anything to get out of... in this apartment.
You're drunk.
Yeah, Mom. Can you just... And, Dad...
You know, why do we even need the surrogate?
- You know, Dad's in the apartment. - Don't come in here.
- Don't come in here.
- I said not to come in here. - Would you get out here, please?
- I'm watching the game. - I said not to come in.
- I did not spend money on a surrogate... - I'm watching the game.
so you can just...
I lost him.
I think you've got your hands full trying to make this guy look good.
Well, there's a Startle Straight programme at the fair
which involves you speaking with at-risk male youth
to scare them away from criminal behaviour.
Okay. I can do that. I'm gonna need some big blown-up photos of your mother.
I think they're talking about your time in prison, Dad.
Okay. Why not?
I mean, if I don't win this thing, I'm gonna be back there anyway.
"At-risk male youth." That spells "army."
And that's when Buster discovered a recruiting pool
the government had been fishing for years.
I may head down there, too.
Yeah, I don't know, Dad. Startled Straight, not so sure you're the guy for that,
but I'll look into it while I'm down at the fair signing up for a triathlon.
Triathlon? Do you know how hard a triathlon is?
People lose control of every bodily function.
Didn't you ever see that video?
It's like your mother on New Year's Eve.
Actually, Lucille went down faster.
You're not even in shape, you're gonna fall apart in front of everybody.
Kind of scaring me, Dad.
You see? Perfect for this Startled Straight thing.
Tobias was getting Ann ready for the talent portion of the pageant.
I think we need something with a little more spectacle in the act.
Something that will make you look small and pretty in comparison.
A camel.
You know, she has a really lovely singing voice.
I'll sing to the camel.
Yes. We can Google some disco songs with the word "hump" in them.
- Cute. - No, that sounds a bit racy.
Okay. He may be afraid of sex, but you're not going to win without it.
No, I'm not afraid of sex.
Good. Go have sex with this girl right now.
Do it. Go.
Get in there, have some sex with her right now.
I didn't think so.
Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy.
I know how I'd answer.
Give us some room, George Michael. I can't breathe.
Okay, now you're upsetting the talent. Out.
Michael, meanwhile, had begun training for the triathlon,
to keep from humiliating himself in front of Rita.
No. Don't ask, "Can I?" Ask "I can!"
You can control your bladder when you're dead. No blood, no oil.
There's no "l" in win.
Michael returned confident in his manliness
when he ran into his son, who was questioning his own.
Hey, how is that pageant going?
Turns out Ann doesn't want me around during it.
- Really? - Hey, well...
Well, now you and me can go to that fair together tomorrow after all.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
And maybe do some man stuff.
Actually, I've already signed up for the father-son triathlon.
Okay, great. Yeah. I did want to do that with you.
I mean, I've already promised Steve Holt.
You know, he's older, it's more manly.
You don't think I'm manly?
No, no, it's just... Darn that Annabelle. She ruins everything.
But the next morning, Michael awoke to discover
every muscle in his body was exacting revenge.
Oil?
And so was his brother Gob.
Hey, does anyone know why my handlebars are in my bed?
The Church and State Fair was in full swing.
And Lindsay watched with pride as Hope Loblaw did an original number
that Lindsay herself had written.
And now please welcome Annabelle Veal
performing We Three Kings with a camel toe.
Michael arrived at the fair sore from overtraining.
Can't really go that high, I'm in a lot of pain here.
Yeah, you know what, I figured you'd be that way.
So Coach gave me these. They're pills filled with oxygen.
- Yeah? - They keep you from being incontinent.
Have one, they're called oxyincontinent.
Steve didn't have that quite right.
But Michael thought Rita might be coming and he was desperate to impress her.
Meanwhile, Maeby was trying to get knocked out of the pageant.
Pope impersonator, Church. How has God influenced your life?
About just as much as Big Bird and the Keebler Elves.
Well, my faith would have been shaken if he had taken my legs, too.
Gob Bluth, State.
I was betrayed by my brother Michael.
Who's your favourite family member and why?
Definitely not my shallow, materialistic mother
who only cares about looks.
I think we all feel that way about our mothers.
And we all have legs.
Meanwhile, George, Sr arrived at the Startled Straight tent.
I'll be waiting out here with my enlistment forms,
so go in there and scare them right into my open arm!
But as it turns out, the fair had two Startled Straight tents.
And George, Sr had wandered into the church-sponsored one...
You wanna be some guy's girlfriend?
intended to scare gay young men into a heterosexual lifestyle.
You wanna have some guy reach around you
in the middle of the night and start messing with your junk?
Is he ugly?
No, it's pitch-black.
You don't see him. And it never stops, guys,
and everybody acts like it's no big deal.
Is there a cover charge?
And the inner-beauty pageant was down to the final three.
Will it be the beautiful Hope Loblaw?
The stalwart Annabelle Veal?
Or the justifiably bitter Surely Wolfbeek?
It became clear that Surely was going to win.
I'm sorry.
This is wrong.
And that's when Maeby displayed some real inner beauty.
One of these girls deserves to win.
She can stand!
Maeby?
That's how I know her.
Let us pray.
Oh, for God's sake.
Praise the Lord!
And Michael, now feeling a little woozy, arrived to see the triathlon course.
Which consisted of several tricycles, five inflatable pools...
What the hell is this?
and fathers and sons being manacled together.
Don't let it psych you out.
Did that oxyincontinent set in yet?
You knew this is what the race was?
Kind of. I mean, they change it every year so you can't replicate it on your lawn.
Why did you let me train so hard?
I just thought you wanted to hang out and do guy stuff.
This isn't guy stuff.
I don't know why I thought that you'd wanna do this.
- This is stupid, huh? - No, Steve, Steve.
You're not going anywhere.
You'll do it with me?
We're chained together. But, you know, Rita's not here yet,
and what the hell? Let's go win this thing.
- Let's win this thing! - What the hell?
- What the hell! - Win this thing!
Here, man. Let's go ahead and start up.
And after the pageant, George Michael went to congratulate Ann.
Congratulations on coming in third, that's amazing.
And I heard you're the first camel act to ever crack the top 10 too,
so that's like a record.
And I'm a bit relieved because I was...
I thought maybe if you came in first, you would have outgrown me.
Outgrown you.
That is the term I've been looking for.
It seems Gob was right about what happens to third-place contestants.
I met a man.
George Michael was devastated.
It seems he'd lost his girl and his father because he wasn't man enough.
And he was faced with a choice.
Michael and Steve Holt finished their triathlon in first place.
Of course, they were way older.
Believe it or not, that took about everything I got.
I don't know what was in that pill, but I do not feel so great.
It's gonna get a little worse before it gets any better.
- Really? - We won!
- Okay. - Hey, possible nephew. Michael?
- Yeah? - Your son's signing up for the Army.
What? You signed him up for the Army?
Oh, my God, you're right. If he goes in, I can get out.
I've gotta get my name on his form.
Hang on. Hey, I gotta get there. I gotta stop this.
Do this with me. Come on.
And that's when Rita noticed Michael.
Wait for me. Wait for me.
Michael?
- Could you not finish? - No, no. First place.
First place, I swear, but I'm sorry, I gotta go do something.
- I'm dizzy. - Jeez!
Okay. Uncle Mike, come on. I'll take you.
No, no, no, Steve, Steve.
- I got to it. Let's go. - No. Hi. Goodbye.
And meanwhile, George, Sr hadn't succeeded in startling anyone but himself.
I mean, there's nothing to do all day except lift weights and fold laundry.
Get thrown into a cage with a bunch of sweaty men.
Excuse me.
I can't go back.
- Well, I'm glad he won't be there. - He's ugly.
George, Sr came across a US Army combat Humvee,
and the Pope Mobile. And he decided to escape in the bullet-proof one.
Come on. I can't go back.
And Michael caught up with George Michael...
What are you doing?
who was three rungs away from being in the army.
I'm becoming a man, Dad. Isn't that what everybody wants?
Of course not. Gob, can you get us out of these chains, please?
So you steal my son, and now you need me to save yours.
All right, one key coming up.
He's a magician.
- Yeah. We need you to sign this form. - No.
It's good, Dad, there's all sorts of benefits, and it's like a family.
But it's also an army of one, and there's no place for wimps.
George Michael, you have a family, okay? And I'm the wimp, not you.
Because I could not take you being away in the Army.
All right? I love you.
- I did it. - Yep. He's not signing up.
That's too bad. I was this close to getting out.
I think I'm gonna go get one of those corn dog crosses.
- With all the cruci-fixings? - Right.
- All right. - Thanks, Dad.
Was that your son?
Yes, Rita. Yeah.
The most important person in the world to me.
You really are quite a man, Michael.
- Do you really think so? - Oh, yes.
- Thanks. - You're a complete and utter...
I can't believe we had to bleep that.
It would have been such a nice moment.
Buster signs Steve Holt up for the Army.
Wait, no. No, you can't. You can't.
I'm finally ready to be a father to you. I know that now.
I don't go in for another two years.
Well, as your father, can I sign something?
And George, Sr finds out that a fake Pope Mobile...
See you in hell!
can't stop real bullets.
Thank God I wasn't in the Humvee.
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