Kat comes back and has a completely different take on her fencing. "I fenced better than I ever have and that's what counts." Funny, I distinctly remember her claiming that she fenced badly while she was actually in San Diego. She arrives home and shares her experiences with her roommates who, at this point, are so sick of Michael sitting around and being pathetic that they're all too happy to listen. "Whether she has a good match or a bad match, she always comes back more VIBRANT than when she left," says Neil in a sit-down. What's with the "always" shit? She's only had one match since she moved into the house. Kat teaches Sharon how to fence. Cute. Not. Every other roommate repeats the "she didn't place well but she fenced well" mantra in their own individual sit-downs. Kat says she "knows what she needs to do" when she fences in the future.
Mike leaves the house at night wearing a baseball cap and one of those collarless sports shirts that were everywhere for a couple of years back in the eighties. The shirt is tucked into a pair of olive khakis that are way too tight around his butt. He is alone -- unless you count the cameraman, the soundman and the associate producer who are following him out. "Wow," I think to myself, "Has Michael's struggle with his father also made him aware of his lifelong, desperate longing for man-on-man action? Is Michael finally getting off his ass and looking for Mr. Goodbar? Could this season possibly redeem itself?"
Michael ends up...at a video arcade. He walks around the room and sets himself down at one of those videogames where you sit behind the wheel of a simulated racecar shell and race around a virtual track. Mike's pretend video car crashes into the side of the track and the words "Game Over" appear on the screen.