George Sr.: My grandkids. What a surprise.
Maeby: Oh, he's here.
George Sr.: Of course I'm here. Where else would I be?
George Michael: Well, we thought you broke out of prison and were on the lam with stolen hair.

Narrator: And so, Michael went back to the board to take responsibility for his mistake.
Michael: My dad screwed up. He bought something that he shouldn't have. But I guess... guess that's why he's behind bars.
Mr. Jordan: Yeah. And he's not allowed to conduct any business from there.
Michael: Right, yeah. I was involved. It wasn't all his decision. You see, it was his idea, and then I carried out the transaction.
Mr. Jordan: That's even worse. Conspiracy to commit fraud. 'Course, you can always buy me off the board.
Michael: We don't have the money anymore. And I assure you that nothing illegal has happened here. I've misspoke. My dad in no way is talking about business from prison.
Ted: [knocks] Excuse me. Your father's calling from prison. He wants to talk about the land deal you made with his brother. I found this on your desk. Can I keep this? [blows whistle]

Narrator: Back at the free speech zone, Lindsay's protest had started to gain some attention. But not from any key decision makers.
Local Man #1: Thought we were seein' a gay marriage.
Local Man #2: Well, we can still hose 'em down.
Protesters: What do we want? What do we want?
Lindsay: Where's everyone going? What, are you giving up?
Hippie: Face it, Lindsay. They've won.
Lindsay: Well, I'm not going anywhere! All your water's doing is whetting my appetite for protest. No hair for oil!
No hair for oil!
Local Man #2: Fine! We'll drown you out with music.
Lindsay: Crank it up! I'm in the mood to dance!
Narrator: And Lindsay discovered that the activism that came out ofher desire for prettier hair really did boost her self-esteem.

Narrator: And so, before Oscar could leave to find his lady love...
Lucille: Oscar!
Narrator: She found him.
Oscar: Lucille! You look fantastic! You still have the neck of a 20-year-old.
Lucille: And you still have the hair of a lion. [Oscar chuckles] Take back the land.
Oscar: That's it? But l-I thought we could have this brief moment to reconnect.
Lucille: Oscar. Your brother is in jail right now. My husband is in jail.
Oscar: You're right.
Lucille: So what's the rush? [smiles]