Baywatch (1989) s01e09 Episode Script

1 - Some people stand in the darkness afraid to step into the light some people need to help somebody when the edge of surrender's in sight don't you worry it's gonna be all right 'cause I'm always ready I won't let you out of my sight I'll be ready I'll be ready never you fear no, don't you fear I'll be ready forever and always I'm always here 'Cause I'm always ready I won't let you out of my sight I'll be ready I'll be ready never you fear no, don't you fear I'll be ready forever and always I'm always here Help! -All right, hold on.
Hold on to that.
Put your arms around it.
-So what's her name? Who? -Your date for tonight.
-Carol.
-Is she new? -New? What you mean? -Has Craig or Gina, or any of the gang met her yet? -No.
-Same with Andy.
Except for you.
Who's Andy? What are you doing? -Andy, Andrew Garrison.
You took me to Ollie's, and we danced all night.
-I can't place the face.
-In the parking lot.
You turned blue when you saw his '68 vette.
-No.
-He lives in the Marina.
He goes to law school.
Big blue eyes.
He's 6'3".
-Hey, that guy was no more than 6'.
-So you do remember him.
-Uh Vaguely.
-Hey, listen, I was thinking.
-What? -Since it's his first time meeting everybody, maybe you could talk to him.
You know, make him feel more comfortable.
Would you do that for me? What? What? This is gonna be some honeymoon, huh? You'll get your husband back.
You'll be good as new tomorrow.
-Gina? Excuse me, just a sec.
Excuse me.
-There's something wrong with these chicken balls.
-What? -They don't taste like chicken.
-Jill.
Jill.
Do me a favor.
Would you taste one of these? -Sure, which one? -This.
-It's good.
-Yeah, but what is it? -Veal? -See? -Stop it.
Don't tickle me.
-I can't help it, i-- I have to touch you.
It's like an addiction.
-Yes.
Hey, buddy.
For you.
-Oh, great, thanks.
That's great.
Hey, try one of these for me, will you? -Oh, would you please stop with this taste testing thing? Hi, you look nice.
-Thanks.
-Where's your date? -Sore throat, you know? Under the weather.
102 temperature.
Awful.
What is this? Cheese? -You see? -Oh wait, sore throat? 102 temperature? Under the weather? Awful.
-I'm sure that was going around.
You know, I wasn't sure I was gonna make it.
Hey! Excuse me.
-Is this the liver? -Does it taste like a liver? -No, it tastes like a chicken.
-What's up? If you stare at that clock any harder, you're gonna make it stop.
-I wish I could.
Jenny's gonna show up any minute.
-I thought you liked Jenny.
-In small doses.
-Come on, is this the same Hobie Buchannon who just last week was saying Jenny was great, that she wasn't like a girl at all? -Yeah, dad, but that was before she glued herself to me.
-She likes you.
She wants to spend time with you.
See? There she is now.
-I can't even ride my bike to junior lifeguards alone anymore.
I mean, a guy needs time to himself, you know? Gee.
For a moment I thought I'd be going to headquarters alone.
-Are you joking? Who would you race with? -Who's racing? -Don't tell me you want more than a ten-second head start.
-Have a safe ride.
Party was pretty good, wasn't it? -Yeah, it was great.
-So then why did you leave early? -Why do you care? -Maybe because I asked you to do me a favor and make Andy feel at ease.
And instead, you did just the opposite.
-Opposite? What did I do? Let me see, where should I start? You made fun of his clothes, his hair, the way he laughs-- -hey, wait a minute.
I wasn't making fun of him.
I was just trying to make him feel like he was one of the guys.
-By spraying him with a beer can? -That was an accident.
-Oh accident? -Yes, an accident.
-You're serious? -Absolutely.
I wouldn't do anything to embarrass you.
-Well, thank you, 'cause I have to admit I did think the worst.
So Tell me what you think about Andy.
-Can we talk about something else, please? -Yeah, but why? -Because I'm Sick of "Andy" this, "Andy" that, that's why.
I don't wanna talk about your love life.
-I thought we were friends.
I thought at the very least you'd be curious.
-I'm not.
At all.
-Well, I am.
I wanna know what you think about Andy.
So maybe we're not friends at all, Eddie.
Maybe I'm just some lifeguard of the opposite sex who you share a shower with.
-We're friends.
Okay? -Well, then be honest with me.
Tell me what you think about Andy.
-He's a jerk, Shauni.
An arrogant bonehead and a patronizing stooge.
That's what I think, okay? -Well, who asked you? Congratulations.
-For what? -For graduating rookie school.
Mitch said you were top of the class.
-Oh, yeah, thanks.
It's a big honor being a county lifeguard.
I get to wear red trunks, carry a rescue can.
Don't know how I got along without them.
-There's nothing like the enthusiasm of a rookie.
-Tom Logan.
Name of the guy that owns the boat.
He's been hanging around the club the last couple of days, drumming up business.
-That's a business? -Catered parties.
Boozy, breezy.
Mostly boozy.
They're supposed to be a lot of fun.
-That kind of fun we don't need.
Sooner or later, we're gonna be pulling passengers out of the water.
I already have.
Day before yesterday.
A wedding party.
The bride took a header off the stern.
They didn't even miss her.
-What happened to her? -Oh, I swam her to shore.
Wedding's off.
We've got a date next week.
-You talked to Logan? -What about? -The lifeguard stuff, you know.
Alcoholic consumption, endangering passengers, that kind of thing.
-Well, I didn't want to overstep my Mark, you know.
After all, I'm just an enthusiastic rookie, aren't I? -How's it going? -It'd be a lot better if I knew what I was doing.
-Then why don't you stop? Let the landlord take care of it.
-No, I said I'd fix it and I will.
Hand me the screwdriver, would you? -Uh-huh.
-Thank you.
-If you fail your civil law test, don't go pointing your finger at me.
-What? You're afraid I'm gonna tell my dad I'm suffering due to your bad influence? -I wouldn't put it past you.
-Dad will love you.
-What about mom? Mom's a lost cause.
She'll take one look at your hair and your curves, she'll pull me aside and say you're not Garrison material.
-Oh, that's comforting.
-No, it doesn't matter what she thinks, just as long as I like your hair and your curves.
-Would you stop it? I still have two chapters to summarize.
-Hey, if I can take time out of my busy schedule to fix your sink-- -Mr.
Garrison.
-Oh, I like the sound of that.
-Ow! -Kiss me.
-Andy, let me finish.
What are you doing? -I want that kiss now.
-Let go of me.
-Kiss me, and I'll let go.
-Let go first.
I'll buy you a new one.
Shauni, I'm sorry.
I am, I was only playing around.
You have a blackboard handy? I'll write "Andy's sorry" a hundred times.
How about--how about "Andy loves Shauni" a thousand times? Did you really think I was going to take "no" for an answer? -Afternoon.
I'm looking for Tom Logan.
-I'm seeing a lot of guys in red trunks these days.
-I'm Craig Pomeroy.
I hear one of those guys in red trunks swam out to your boat a few days ago.
-Yeah.
Kinda busted up a wedding.
The groom's still looking for him.
-The bride almost drowned.
-She jumped overboard.
What am I supposed to do? -You know, I know you want your cruises to be fun, but you'd sure make our lives a lot easier if you'd keep the drinking down.
Take it easy out there.
-Take it easy? Look, my customers call the shots, pal.
They expect this baby to be humming from the time they get on to the time they get off.
-It's a good way to wreck an engine.
-Wait.
You got jurisdiction over a watercraft on the open sea? -No.
-Great, because me and my little party boat are gonna be raising some hell tomorrow.
And the day after that, and the day after that.
You see, I got a reputation to maintain.
-So do I.
So I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
And the day after that, and the day after that.
-Whatever.
-Hey, Eddie, have you seen Hobie anywhere? We're supposed to go fishing.
-I haven't seen him.
-Well, if you do-- -I'll let him know you're looking for him.
-Thanks.
-Okay, kiddo.
-I need privacy here.
-I need my trunks.
Hobie, what are you doing? -Oh, Jenny? -She's always trying to hug me or hold my hand.
Yesterday she even tried to get me to play spin the bottle.
-Sounds good to me.
-She's driving me crazy.
What am I gonna do? -Well, if you're really that unhappy-- -i am.
-You'd better tell her.
-But that would hurt her feelings.
-Hey, there's no avoiding that, believe me.
Listen, Hobe, better the clean, sharp snap than the long, slow bend, man.
-There you are.
I've got the bait and everything.
-See that curtain? Men on this side only.
-Don't you wanna go fishing? -No.
I can't.
I mean I've got some stuff to do around the house.
-You want some help? -No.
-Well, I'll see you.
-See you.
-Bye.
Going for the long, slow bend, huh? -Sid, he must have called.
Think.
Are you sure that you haven't left the switchboard since last time I phoned in? Well, maybe someone else took the call.
Okay, okay, if Andrew calls, tell him that i-- he hung up on me.
-What do you expect? You've been badgering him all morning.
What's the big panic about? -We had an argument last night.
It's so weird.
I hate to fight.
It seems that we do more and more of it.
-Any better off after the fight's over? -You mean, besides getting better at making up? -So what was the fight about? Politics, religion? Or was it something really important, like he didn't want pepperoni on your pizza.
-No, we fought about lifeguarding.
-You're kidding.
-Nope.
He thinks I spend all my time caring about strangers and not enough time caring about him.
You know, with law school and all, he's under a lot of pressure.
Sid, did i-- I'm gonna take a patrol.
-What do you want me to tell Andrew if he calls? -Tell him I called, I cared, and I left.
-I went through the old incident reports.
Tom Logan's name was all over them a few years ago.
He was running this parasailing operation behind a powerboat, didn't know what he was doing.
-And we spent the month of June rescuing his customers.
I remember that guy.
-That's him.
-I thought the county put him out of business.
-Time to do it again.
-How? I mean, he's right.
We don't have jurisdiction.
-Give me a rescue boat.
-You gonna ram him and sink him? -No, I'm gonna lie in wait.
He's bound to do something stupid, I'll be there to see it and report it.
-You might think about doing a little shore patrol, you know? While you're out there.
Justify the boat.
-Details, details.
-Who you're gonna take with you? -You.
-Me? -Yeah, spend you mornings here, your afternoons out there.
Blue skies, open seas, no ringing phones, no captain Thorpe.
-Well, what about the staff? I mean I just can't abandon them.
-Anybody care if Mitch spends afternoons on patrol? Pick you up at 12:30.
-I'll be ready.
-Good.
-Thanks.
You didn't call all day.
Why is it every time you do something rotten, you automatically think flowers are gonna make it better? -You'd prefer wood carvings? -Don't make fun of me.
-Okay, no jokes.
We'll grab some dinner, we'll get cozy and for dessert, I will give you a massage that is guaranteed to relieve all forms of stress.
Job-related or otherwise.
-It sounds good.
But not tonight.
-Come on, Shauni.
-You didn't call, and I made plans.
I'm not canceling, okay? -With Jill, right? -Right.
-So she won't care.
-Just because you're insensitive with my feelings does not mean I'm gonna treat Jill that way.
-Message received, loud and clear.
I don't wanna fight and I don't wanna play games.
But I do wanna be with you tonight.
-Andy, I am not canceling on Jill just because you want me to.
-You wanna bet? Get in.
-What are you doing? Stop it.
-Shauni, it's Eddie.
Go away.
-No can do.
Hey, come on, Shauni.
I wanna talk to you.
I don't feel good, Eddie.
Would you please just go away? -Look, I really wanna apologize, but I don't wanna do it to a door, all right? Thanks,eddie.
Could we just talk tomorrow? -Yeah, sure.
Look, I brought your mail and I'll just set it outside your door.
-Hey! -Shauni Did you hit him? -No.
-Threaten him with a knife? -No, it wasn't like that.
-What then? Did you make fun of his mother? It was a fight, Eddie.
I said things, he said things.
It went back and forth.
I'm not an angel in all this.
I have some responsibility too.
-Where I come from, there are only two kinds of guys who hit women, creeps who drink and just plain old creeps.
Which one is he? -It could've happened to anybody.
-You're not just anybody.
-Who is it? It's me.
-No, Eddie.
-I don't get it.
Just because you wanna let him off the hook doesn't mean I have to.
-Just let me handle it, okay? -Shauni, come on.
-Just let me do it.
-I was, uh, driving and driving.
I ran out of gas somewhere around palm Springs.
That's when I started walking.
And walking.
I think I might have even started crawling for a while.
But all I could see was-- was your face in the oncoming headlights.
Hear your voice in the truck horns.
Think about what I was gonna say when I finally saw you again.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry down to my toes.
-Shauni.
This snake crawls up with some stupid story with lights and voices, and you buy it? -Eddie, listen-- -are you crazy? -I want you to go.
-You know, I think you're special.
I guess I was wrong.
You are just anybody.
You're some dumb, blonde bimbo.
-Oh, man.
Eddie.
-What? -What's wrong? And don't say nothing's wrong, because I'm already punchy from hearing you pound that bag for the last hour.
-Women.
Go figure.
-If we're gonna talk about your love life I think we should sit.
-It's Shauni.
And this Andrew Garrison the third, fourth, fifth, whatever the hell his name is.
He hit her.
-Is she all right? -You know what she about it? She kisses him.
-Oh, man.
-You believe that? Right in front of me, she kisses him, and then she hugs him.
-That makes you mad.
-Mad? First I saw her face and I saw his face.
And I saw red.
Red.
-But it's their problem.
You can't do anything about it.
-So it's their problem.
What? Iwalk away? Everybody walks away, huh? Look, I know about fighting.
And the first punch, that's instinct.
The second punch, no.
It's something else.
It could happen again, Craig.
-The chances are it probably will.
But you can't get in the middle of their relationship, Eddie.
You're not licensed as a referee.
All you can do is, what? Is to be there as a friend.
And hope that she starts loving herself as much as you love her.
-What are you talking about? -Lawyer's hunch.
-Hobie! Hobie! Hi.
You don't look too happy to see me.
-Jenny, we have to talk about our relationship.
-Our what? -It's just that-- I don't think we should see each other anymore.
-Why not? -I need some time to myself.
-I don't understand.
It's not like we're going steady or anything.
Maybe if we just take today off-- -no! I don't want you coming by my house anymore, okay? I need some time to myself.
I need space.
-Yeah, all right.
I got it.
-Excuse me.
-You know, we really gotta try to get a head count to see how many passengers actually make it ashore.
-Hey, my escorts.
You know, if you guys really want to be helpful, you'll come replace this oil line of mine.
-No, thanks.
Oil line's all yours as long as you're in business.
-Look, beach boy, I'm completely legit.
And, you know, I'm not losing a minute of sleep because you don't like what I'm doing.
-Well, it's not just us.
The police don't like it either.
-Police? Come on, give me a break.
-When people stagger to their cars after getting drunk on your boat, who do you think is responsible? -See you.
-Yeah.
-Hi.
I'm sorry.
For a lot of things, especially yesterday.
-It hurt.
-I know.
-A lot.
-It wasn't right.
-You really embarrassed me.
-No.
I embarrassed me.
Look, Shauni, uh-- I don't like saying "I'm sorry," so I won't do it again, okay? I'll see you tomorrow.
-I know how it looked.
The bruises and the tears.
But it wasn't that bad.
It really wasn't.
-I'm sure he's a swell guy.
-He is, Eddie.
I know you'd like him.
You two could get to be best friends.
I mean, you have almost the same exact taste in music.
-Don't.
Shauni.
I said I was sorry and I meant it, but I'm really not in the mood to talk about your boyfriend.
See you tomorrow, okay? -Still staring at the ceiling, huh? I feel sick to my stomach.
-Oh.
Why do I get the feeling this has got something to do with girls? -I don't understand it.
If I got what I wanted, how come I feel so sad? -Hey, if you weren't hurt a little bit too, I'd be worried.
-It hurts a lot.
It went by so fast.
I mean, sometimes you gotta be selfish, right? -Sometimes you gotta be selfish, you're right.
You're not alone.
You know, relationships have their ups and downs.
-Then I guess I'm not ready for them yet, especially with girls.
I wish I could go through this one for you.
But I can't.
Relationships are tough, and they only get worse.
-Great.
Thanks for cheering me up, dad.
-You wanna feel better, you go talk to Jenny, straighten things out, end it on the upswing.
You sure you wouldn't rather watch TV? -No, the ceiling is just fine.
-Okay.
-Hello? Shauni? All right, Shauni, just-- calm down, I can't understand a word you're saying.
I'll be right there.
Ten minutes.
Stay cool.
All right.
-Hey, Jenny.
Wait up.
-Why? So you can tell me that you're tired of seeing me in junior lifeguards? -No.
I wanna say I'm sorry.
-Yeah, so you're sorry.
It's not that easy.
-Do you hate me? -You haven't exactly scored many points.
-I hope you don't hate me forever.
-Yeah, forever.
But it is gonna take some time before I can forgive you.
-Hey, Jenny.
My brother's waiting in the car.
Let's go.
-Where are you guys going? -Ballgame.
Later, Hobie.
-Andy.
-Every time I come by to apologize, I keep running into the same people.
-If you need me, I'll be in the hall.
-What the heck, you needed a new set of dishes, anyway.
I'm just the guy to get them, right? Right? -Don't.
-Shauni, let me hold you, please.
-No.
-Okay, no touching.
How about shopping? Let's go buy you a new lamp and stuff.
-No, new stuff isn't gonna help.
-But it's a good place to start, isn't it? You wanna hear me say how embarrassed I am for what I did to you? Is that what you want? -Yes, I do.
But you've apologized before.
Shauni, you know what's been going on.
You know the kind of hassles I'm having at home.
School's a joke.
My professor's all over me.
-And after this course, after this professor, there's another one.
-Come on, Shauni.
-No, it's true.
Other papers, other exams, law boards, more hassles, more pressures, and more excuses.
-Shauni, I love you.
I want us to work.
I'll do anything.
Anything.
It can't happen again.
-It won't.
-No.
I'm sorry, I can't let this happen.
-You can't stop it.
-It's over, Andrew.
-Over.
Don't say that.
It can't be over.
It's that guy who was here, isn't it? That's what it is.
-It's you.
And it's me.
And it's the way we are together.
And it's never gonna get better, never.
Goodbye, Andrew.
-Go to hell.
You realize Logan's got that boat working seven days a week? -Hey.
Can't this piece of junk go any faster? -Piece of junk? -We paid for excitement, man.
This is for old ladies.
-All right, you want it faster? You got faster.
-Right, man.
That's more like it.
-He's at it again.
-Hey, hey, we're on fire, man.
-Can't steer it.
-What's the matter, man? What's the matter? -I don't know, the controls are jammed.
-K-m-f two-nine-five, this is rescue baywatch.
We've got a powerboat out of control heading toward the jetty near tower seven.
Request backup now.
Nothing's working.
-Come on, man, make it work! -Get off.
It's jammed.
Can't stop it.
Move.
Come on! What's going on? -Coming out.
-What's going on? Come on! -Get me up there.
No! Way to go, man, thanks.
-Maybe we won't have to follow you around anymore.
-Morning.
-Hi.
You left yesterday.
I looked in the hallway, and you were gone.
I just didn't feel right staying.
-You didn't call.
-I just figured you wanted to be by yourself.
-I spent a lot of time thinking.
-Breaking up is hard to do.
-Not about Andrew.
About you.
-Me? -Yeah.
I never would have made it through this without you.
You're a good friend.
You're cute too.
"Cute.
" I really hate that word.
Synonyms are okay.