Narrator: As it happens, George Sr. had come to in the attic, and perhaps it was the effect of losing his one friend...
George Sr.: Polly?
Narrator: or the lingering effects of the fumigation or perhaps it really was divine intervention, but he'd had a profound realization. Unfortunately, the timing of the enlightenment wasn't ideal for Michael.
Michael: That's why I need your help.
George Sr.: "Our Heavenly Father let his son die so that our sins could be absolved."
Michael: Great. So you're a Christian now.
George Sr.: "We must all seek forgiveness."
Michael: Well, I'll call the warden for you. You can ask him yourself.
George Sr.: Well, I think that's for fresh crimes. Besides, you've always tried to lead a clean life. You and Gob were like those biblical brothers, Gallant and, um- "Goofuth."