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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.

Another setback for the

once prominent Bluth family...

as their frozen banana stand...

a Newport Beach landmark burns to the ground.

A delicious whodunit after this.

[Buzzing]

[Man Narrating] A week before the fire...

Michael Bluth was trying

to save the Bluth Company...

- But his father was making it

difficult.

- I need the flight records, Dad

I'm trying to find some money for the family.

There's always money in the

banana stand. { Clicks Tongue]

I am having a love affair with

this ice cream sandwich. Want some?

- You wanna take a bite?

Take a bite. - Please. Please.

Come on. Take a bite. Bite.

The S.E.C. has locked up our funds.

These guys aren't messing around.

- No touching

So I need you to tell me. Were

you taking vacations in the jet?

Is that what you're hiding from me?

- { Scoffs

I haven't had a vacation in

years. This is my vacation.

I'm exercising. I'm sleeping well.

- You're doing time. - I'm

doing the time of my life!

- What's up, pumpkin? - Hey. T-Bone!

- What's up? - Yeah. T-Bone's my roommate.

- Oh. - { Whispering] He's a flamer.

- T's checking out today. - Yeah.

Well, I guess every

vacation's gotta come to an end.

You just made a fool out of

yourself in front ofT-Bone.

Anyway, I want you to give

him a job at the company. Sales.

- I'm not gonna do that. - Why not?

- Because we don't have any

money. - Because he's a flamer?

I told you that in confidence.

- You don'

seem to understand I'm

running this company now...

and I need the flight

records, and I'm gonna get them...

- With or without your help. - All right.

[Guard] No touching.!

I got something we can try,

all right? It's a little risky.

- Please. - Open up.

What do you mean about...

[Narrator] While George

Sr. was losing a roommate...

George Michael was having a

hard time adjusting to his new one.

Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.

Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.

- I'm up

Okay, we are just about ass

to ankles back here, Maeby.

Do you wanna hop on your

cousin's lap there, please?

[Michael] Whoa, bumpy road ahead.

{ Sighs]

?? [Maeby Singing Pop]

[Narrator] So, he addressed his problem head-on.

Dad, I wanna work more hours at the banana stand.

Wow. Huh. Well, that's great.

You know, I used to be just

like you when I was a kid.

- I used to love it there. - [George]

It's gonna be our best summer ever, Mikey.!

Well, I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna give you a promotion.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Manager.

Wow! I'm Mr. Manager!

Well, manager. We just say "manager."

And you can hire an employee if you need one.

- Do you think I need one? -

Don't look at me, Mr. Manager.

Right. It's up to me now. I'm Mr. Manager.

Manager. We just say...

- I know, but you just..

It doesn't matter who.

I don't know what I expected.

What's going on? This is exactly where the

two of you were when I left this morning.

- Is nobody gonna even try to

get a job? - I have a job, Michael.

- It's called supporting my

husband. - You haven't been shopping.

The only thing I found in the

freezer was a dead dove in a bag.

You didn't eat that, did you? 'Cause I've

only got a couple days left to return it.

Died right in the middle of a show.

Do you want a cage for that?

- No. I'm a magician

[Dove Cooing]

- [Bells Jingle] - [Cooing Stops]

What is your return policy, by the way?

Not that I have to defend myself, but

for your

information, I did go shopping.

You spent $68 on hair conditioner?

A small price to pay for self-esteem, Michael.

Or are you still jealous that you lost Best

Hair to me in high school and got Dorkiest?

[Narrator] Lindsay's

achievements in high school...

had always overshadowed Michael's.

I agree with Michael. It's

important not to tie your self-esteem...

into how you look or what people think of you.

I mean, look at me. I'm an actor.

An actor, for crying out loud!

You know how much rejection I face every day?

But in this business of show...

you have to have the heart of an angel...

and the hide of an elephant.

But you've never actually had an audition.

{ Chuckles]

Well...

{ Imitating Steve Martin] excuse me!

Excuse me.

Some really great spousal

support. You know something, Lindsay?

You might wanna start thinking about the

example you're setting for your daughter...

unless you want her to end up just like you.

Yeah. Shoot me when that happens.

Is there a carbon monoxide leak in this house?

George Michael, you're

taking your cousin to work today.

That's your new employee. I do not want my

niece to end up just

like everyone in this family.

Uh-uh. You're not telling my

daughter what to do. She's a child!

No, I'm not. I can work.

I don't know about this. I mean,

it can get pretty hairy in there.

Fine. Do what you want.

If I know my daughter, that

stand won't be there in a week.

You stay on top of her, buddy.

Do not be afraid to ride her. Hard.

[Narrator] George Michael's

attempt to distance himself...

from his cousin proved unsuccessful.

I can't tell you how many health

codes you're violating right now.

I can't believe I volunteered for this.

This is my stupidest rebellion ever.

Hey, do you wanna go play Skee-Ball?

- [Coins Jingling] -

Wait... This is the cash drawer.

My dad's gonna come by at

the end of the weekend...

and the number of bananas has to

match the amount of money in here.

Oh, so it all has to even out?

- Exactly

Easy. Banana.

Buck.

Banana. Take a buck.

[Narrator] And Michael went to

his mother for the flight records...

his father wouldn't give him.

Then why don't you marry an ice cream sandwich?

- I gotta go. - Who was that? Was that Dad?

- That was Gob. - Uh-huh.

- So, Mom, I'm trying to

find...

- I don't know where they are

these flight records.

You know, it's really more

believable if you let me finish.

Why am I the only one that seems to

get how much trouble this family is in?

Oh, I get it, Michael. I get it.

But how should I know where the records are

kept? Your father's in charge of all that.

No, I'm in charge of all of that.

And I think that you do know where they are.

Oh, it's probably all in a storage unit somewhere.

Where is the storage unit?

- I don't remember. - Try.

Something with "Dale." I don't know. Brookfeather.

Raintree. It's hot. It's very hot there.

- I've never been. Get a

warrant! - Don't think I won't.

Mother... Mother, I care about this family.

And I do, too, my darling.

That's why I'm worried about Gob. I

was on the phone with him this morning.

You mean just now, right? When I came in?

Yes, just now, when you came in.

And he's upset. He's very upset.

- You haven't included him in

the business at all. - { Scoffs]

He's your older brother. You

could find a little job for him.

- Make him feel special. -

But he's not special, Mother.

No.

But he loves you. We all love you.

- Where's the storage

unit? - It's with your warrant.

[Chuckling]

Luz, that coat cost more than your house!

Oh, that's how we joke. She

doesn't even have a house.

[Narrator] The next day, Tobias looked for work.

Hmm. Actor Pull.

Ooh.

Oh, look at all these parts!

Tobias, nice to see you off the couch.

I was looking for work, and

I blew it, Michael. [Laughs]

I guess you've already seen that, huh?

Yes, I have. Oh, right. This one.

Yeah, I'll call them again, I guess.

I'll give them one more shot.

[Narrator] And that's when Michael

figured out how to get his mother...

to lead him to the storage unit

where the flight records were kept.

[Phone Ringing]

Hello.

- Hey, Mom, it's Michael. Listen

Before I forget, I talked to the I.R. S...

and they wanna come by your apartment today...

to see if you charged any

big-ticket stuff to the company.

Furs or...

I don't know. just a heads-up.

Oh, that poor woman.

[Narrator] So Michael followed Luz...

who had been sent to hide the evidence.

Meanwhile, Tobias had arranged an

audition for a local commercial.

Lindsay came along to appear supportive.

- This could take a while. - Honey, it's one line.

Not if I do my job right.

First of all, I love it. Quick question though.

Am I panicked about the fire, or

am I being brave for everyone else?

The fire... It's... It's a fire sale.

Oh. Oh. { Chuckling]

Okay, I didn't, um...

Well, let's give it a shot.

{ Deep Breath]

Oh, my God! We're having a fire... sale.

Oh, the burning! It burns me!

Evacuate all the schoolchildren.! [Screaming]

?? { Singing] This isn't a

fever! ?? { Singing Continues]

I can't even see where the knob is!

{ Grunts, Sighs]

And scene.

Um...

Would you like to try that a little simpler maybe?

No.

Okay. Anybody else? Anyone?

Lindsay Bluth?

- It's F�nke. - Roger Danish.

Look at you. I can't believe it's Lindsay Bluth.

- Oh! - F�nke.

Roger was my male counterpart in high school.

Remember how crazy our hair was back then?

What were we thinking? So what are you doing now?

He's, uh, casting my commercial.

- Oh..

Yeah, trying to. The South Coast

Boutique is having a fire sale.

South Coast Boutique? They're having a fire sale?

[Narrator] Meanwhile, Michael was

still following his mother's housekeeper.

And she did finally lead him to the storage unit.

- Unfortunately, it was

on fire. - { Siren Wailing]

[Police Radio Chatter]

Somebody wanted this place to go.

Yeah? What do you mean, arson?

Oh, definitely the work of a flamer.

{ Shouting]

It shoots tomorrow, and are you ready for this?

- It pays 1,000 bucks! - Mmm. I

thought that was Tobias's part.

Yes. No. No, I did not book this one.

I, uh... I think I made the,

uh, fire too real, uh, for them...

and, uh... and probably

failed to highlight the sale.

So, good for her. And, uh,

will you excuse me, please?

{ Chuckling]

Well, that's great, but I've got my own problems.

The flight records? They burned up.

That's fine. That's over with.

But I think Dad is behind it.

I think Dad is trying to

run the business from prison.

Well, isn't that ironic? I'm

making a fortune at my newjob...

and you don't even have

the job you thought you did.

But you don't have a job. You've got a

job offer. Anybody can get a job offer.

{ Sobbing]

So, I'm gonna go see Dad,

because this is my business to run now.

Your business?

Hey, there you are, Gob.

I have been looking all over for you.

I could really use some help.

Well, I was gonna return this dove.

What are you... You want me to

run a meeting for you or something?

Or, even better, could

you mail this letter for me?

You can't just give that to a mailman?

I can't trust a mailman

with this. This is important.

[Narrator] Gob was

intrigued. He also suspected...

he couldn't return a

completely frozen dove to a pet store...

and get the full refund

he felt he was entitled to.

- I'll mail that letter. - [Narrator]

Michael then went to confront his father.

You are not going to keep

running the company from in here, okay?

That's why you wanted me to give T-Bone a job?

- To pay him back for burning down the

storage unit? - Michael, that's ridiculous.

Well, I'm not hiring him. No.

We don't have the money, Pop.

There's always money in the

banana stand. { Clicks Tongue]

The banana stand! You know, that's

exactly what this feels like. Huh?

Like I'm still stuck in that hot booth

all summer with you pulling the strings.

What was I gonna do, put a kid in

charge of a frozen banana stand?

Sure. That's what I did. I

just made my son the manager.

George Michael is running

the frozen banana stand now?

That's right. Yeah. You sit with

that. You think about that for a while.

[Narrator] George Sr. did think about that.

Well, now that we've got an

employee, we can go have dinner.

We throw away a banana for every

buck we take so no one finds out.

Wait a minute. I think you

should do that math again.

- Why? Is it wrong? - It's fine.

- He's an arsonist, not an

embezzler. - { No Audible Dialogue]

[Narrator] Meanwhile, Michael

got an urgent call from his mother.

Gob is unhappy.

Again? I tried to include him. I gave him a job.

You gave him a letter to mail.

Don't tell me that was too much for him.

No, Michael, he mailed the

letter. That's not the point.

[Narrator] Gob had not mailed the

letter, but, in an act of defiance...

dramatically hurled the letter into the sea.

?? [Man Singing In Foreign Language]

This proved a more difficult

dramatic gesture than he'd anticipated.

?? [Continues]

- So what do you want me to do

about it? - Don't take that tone.

- He's my son. I want you to make

him stop calling me. - [Door Opens]

Am I the only one who works in this family?

[Chuckling] Yes, that's my gal.

Who would have imagined... two

actors in one family? { Chuckles]

We're like the Lunts!

{ Chuckling] You see... Excuse me.

- Mama

[Narrator] And so, Lindsay and Maeby

separately went to the same restaurant...

to celebrate thejobs they

hadn't actually performed...

with money they hadn't actually earned.

Did you enjoy your meal,

Mom? You drank it fast enough.

- [Woman] Hi, Lucille.! - Not

as much as you enjoyed yours.

You want your belt to buckle, not your chair.

Okay, this is what I told Tobias you'd do.

Say what you will about him.

At least he's happy for me.

{ Sobbing]

You know, I think we might

be doubling our losses here.

Because, I mean, for every dollar you

take, you're actually taking two dollars...

because we paid for the bananas.

{ Chuckles] Oh, my God, you're right.

I am? Oh, God, I've screwed

this up! Okay, we gotta go.

- Oh, my God! It's your mom and

Gangy. - What are they doing here?

They're grown-ups. They're

allowed to have fun whenever they want.

We're kids. We're supposed to be

working. Now they're gonna tell my dad...

and he's gonna come check the

totals and know we took the money.

- Oh, God, this is bad.

What are we gonna do? - Look.

Pop-pop, he's a

business man. What would he do?

Bananas Foster.

You might wanna let that fire go

out before you stick your face in it.

That's funny, 'cause I was gonna say,

"You might wanna lean away from that fire...

since you're soaked in alcohol."

Mine was better.

Mine was better.

Welcome to Bluth Bananas,

where bananas are our business.

May I interest you in a banana this day?

- T-Bone, what are you doing

here? - Your dad gave me this job.

[Narrator] Michael realized that

his father had even taken control...

of the banana stand.

But he still had some unanswered questions...

so he did a little detective work.

- You burn down the storage

unit? - Oh, most definitely.

Michael, having a nice day at the beach...

while the rest of us are busting

our asses to deliver your mail?

What do you want me to say?

You go and complain to Mom...

- And I tried to include you. - Include me?

- Yeah. - I should be in

charge. I'm the older brother.

- Please, do you even wanna be in

charge?

- No! But I'd like to be asked

This is just like when we were

kids, and you were the only one...

- He let work in the banana

stand. - Well, I got news for you.

Dad still doesn't trust me to this day.

He treats me like a low-level employee.

{ Scoffs] Better than being

treated like the goofball...

the joker, the magician.

I thought you were gonna do, like, a trick there.

- A fireball or something.

- I was. It didn't go off.

- These things never go off when

you want them to. - [Phone Ringing]

- My least consistent

trick. - Hang on one sec. Hello.

- Hey, Uncle Michael, it's me,

Maeby. - Where's George Michael?

At the banana stand. He's about to

do something really irresponsible.

You think it's

irresponsible? I'll be right there.

- I'm gonna get blamed for

this. - [Michael] George Michael.

- Dad. - Hey, what are you doing?

I was just, uh... I was

burning down the banana stand.

What?

- I'm sorry. I screwed it all up

I've got no right to call myself Mr. Manager.

- Manager. - Manager. I'm sorry, Dad.

- Oh, George Michael. - I

am. But I'll make it up to you.

I'll work weeknights.

I'll lay people off.

I'll give up my summer, all my summers.

just just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.

[Narrator] Michael realized he had done to

his son what his father had done to him...

so he came up with a solution.

- Burn it down. - What?

Let's burn this son of a bitch.

This is gonna be our best summer ever, buddy.

[Narrator] And so, Michael, his son

and his brother together enjoyed...

the cathartic burning of the banana stand.

You mailed that insurance check, right, Gob?

?? [Man Singing Rock]

?? [Continues]

[Narrator] The next morning,

Lindsay woke up late in the day...

hungover from celebrating

her one day of employment...

which, it turns out, she had slept through.

{ Roger] All right, Lindsay,

forget it. We'll get someone else.

- [Narrator] Tobias was next

on the call list... - [Ringing]

- But, unfortunately, couldn't

hear the phone... - [Sobbing]

- Over the sound of the

shower. - [Ringing Continues]

He did, however, use Lindsay's conditioner...

- And was surprised to find that it

did help his self-esteem. - Mornin'.

- You look nice. - What?

You look very handsome today.

Thank you, Lindsay.

[Narrator] And Michael finally

got to show his father who's boss.

You what?

- Burned it right down to the ground

Are you crazy? There was

money in that banana stand.

Well, it's all gone now,

Dad, and it was my decision.

So the next time you wanna

have a little power struggle...

just remember that you're playing with fire.

There was $250,000 lining

the walls of the banana stand.

- What? - Cash, Michael.

- Why didn't you tell me that?

- How much clearer can I say...

{ Shouting] "There's always

money in the banana stand"?

- No touching! No touching! - No touching!

- No touching! No touching! - No touching.!

On the next Arrested Development.

Gob protests the pet store's

frozen dove exchange policy.

Return from whence you came!

And, Michael, realizing the banana stand...

is the only profitable part of the

Bluth empire, decides to rebuild.

You couldn't have called

me? I can't swing a hammer?

- I got a rabbit to buy. - { Engine Revs]

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