Narrator: George, Sr., in a surprise move, volunteered to take a polygraph.

Barry: So, did you swipe a sedative from the infirmary?

George, Sr.: No.

Barry: Are you lowering your heart rate?

George, Sr.: No. It’s okay. I want to do this because I want people to know that I never willfully deceived anyone. Mistakes were made but I never intended to hurt anyone. I was just trying to support my family. But I can see clearly now, sitting in this chair, strapped in this machine I can see that my life has become a failure. I’ve let people down. I’ve let myself down. But I love my country.

Lucille: What is he doing?

George, Sr.: I love it here. You can shop. I love my country. I can’t breathe.

Polygraph Technician: I’m taking him off this thing.

D.A.: Wait, wait. Are you guilty? Yes or no?

Polygraph Technician: I think he’s having a heart attack. That was not a nod.

D.A.: It was a nod.

Polygraph Technician: No.

D.A.: It was a nod.

Polygraph Technician: It was not a nod.

Lucille: Call an ambulance.

Narrator: George Sr. was raced to the hospital, and his family soon gathered around.

Lindsay: How is he?

Lucille: Stable. But they don’t know if he’s due for another one. It’s his own fault. What kind of diet is this? It’s too much meat. I want all of you off this immediately. (To Lindsay.) Except you.

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Lindsay: Tobias. I can’t believe you came.

Tobias: Come on, Lindsay—this is my family.

Narrator: And Lindsay realized that perhaps they did have something left. A real connection.

Tobias: Also, Dale, one of the gentlemen from my reading, is a nurse here, so we were able to park right out front.

Lindsay: Oh, Barry, did you talk to a doctor?

Barry: I did. I have poison oak. Do you believe it? How the hell did I get that?

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Shot of Rest Area.

Lucille: She was talking about George.

Barry: Oh, he’s the same. Look, I guess we should decide on who’s going to speak for the family. I would, but I have Laker tickets.

Shot of Rest Area.

Narrator: Buster knew this was his chance to put Kitty’s coup d’etat in action. He wondered if he was up for it.

Barry: Someone might have to sign the “Do Not Resuscitate” form.

Narrator: And he decided he wasn’t.

Buster: I need to make a telephone call.

G.O.B.: I’m in charge now. I speak for this family. I mean... I could if you wanted me to. I’d rather not, obviously. Don’t know what I’d say. Why do I have to be the one? I don’t need this. Why does this have to become my problem? No, I’m out. Forget it. Find somebody else. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of doing everything for this family.

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Barry: Where is Michael?

G.O.B.: Typical.

Lindsay: Did somebody call him?

Narrator: In fact, they hadn’t, and at the moment, he was determined to finally get as far away from his family as possible.

Michael: Hey, pal. Pack your bags.

George Michael: Where we going?

Michael: Anywhere. Joshua Tree. Space Camp. The Baseball Hall of Fame. Everything you and I have always wanted to do but haven’t been able to because of this ridiculous family.

George Michael: We’re just going to go?

Michael: Yeah, and I don’t know if we’re even going to come back. There’s nothing keeping us here.