Baywatch (1989–2001): Season 1, Episode 1 - In Deep - full transcript
Two reckless teenage friends of Hobie are involved in power-ski hit and run accident that leaves a windjammer rider dead. When Hobie discovers that they are responsible, he is torn between protecting his friends identity and leaving the case unsolved to the local beach patrol officer, Sgt. Garner Ellerbee, or telling Mitch and risk facing his anger since he has repeatedly warned Hobie over the dangers of water skiing. Meanwhile, Craig discovers that Eddie is in fact homeless after catching him sleeping in his lifeguard tower in which he and Gina offer their storage closet for him to crash until he finds a place of his own. Also, Trevor continues to stir up more trouble for the Baywatch lifeguards in which Jill is both drawn to and repulsed by his arrogance and disregard for the local county regulations.
[Beginning theme music]
♪ 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 ♪
♪ oh!
♪ 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
Mitch: Oh!
Where's that shoe?
Hobie, have you seen
my shoe anywhere?
Sorry, dad. Your shoe,
your responsibility.
Mitch: This place
is a pig sty.
Hey! We're young. We're
single. And we're men.
We're supposed to be slobs.
That's the
dumbest thing I've ever heard.
Yeah, it's what you
used to say to mom
when you first started
dating her. She told me so.
Yeah, and look
what happened...
Alright, we've gotta clean
this place up, starting now.
Why? There aren't
any girls around.
Exactly.
I'd like that to change
one of these days.
Hey, where you're going? I
thought you were gonna help me.
I'd love to, dad, but...
I got my education
at stake here.
Summer school, remember?
Trying to be there early.
[Party music]
Alright!
Scott: Yeah!
Scott: Okay, let's do it!
Ron: Alright!
Hobie: Yeah! Com'on!
[Yelling]
Come on!
Yeah!
Yeah! Wo-hoo!
Scott: Alright, hobie!
Wow!
Scott: Ooh!
Alright!
Ooh!
Fisherman #1:
Hey, watch the line!
Fisherman #2:
Hey, dumbbell kid!
You scare away the fish!
Scott: You guys, let's do it!
Ron: No way!
Hobester, what do you
say, up to shoot the pier?
Alright, let's go!
Ron: Forget it, hobie.
Hey, leave him
alone, he's just a kid.
Hobester, you're the one
who wanted the lessons,
the pier's part of my course.
What do you say?
Alright.
Yeah!
Good to go!
Hobie, don't be a dweeb.
I may never get
another chance.
Hobester, go!
Do it!
Play hard all night,
work hard all day.
Oh, I hope she was worth it.
Unfortunately,
there was no she...
tossed and turned all on my own.
Oh, yeah, had my
share of those.
Happens usually when I
eat late... or if I eat meat.
I dream I'm Rambo
from midnight till dawn.
Worst is if I lose
something, then I...
Get fixated, turn everything
upside-down until I find it.
Oh!
Everything you own in one place?
That's one way
not to lose anything.
Ever think about
taking any of it home?
No.
You alright?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just a rough night.
Hey, Craig.
Yeah?
Somebody named Chris
something just called.
Something about a deposition
you're supposed to take?
Yeah, Chris bren?
Yeah, I think that was it.
Sid, you take
messages for a living.
You should write them
down once in a while.
Scott: God, hobie, gas it!
Hobie: Oh!
Are you okay?
Off the scale, man. It was rad!
Wo-hoo! Yeah!
You did good, hobester.
I'm proud of you.
Feelin' no pain, huh?
Absolutely. Ron,
should've done it with us.
Yeah, right. Take
a look at your knee.
It's okay.
Hey, Scott, how's tomorrow?
Just dry and wax the skis.
Then put them in
the shed, alright?
Alright.
You wanna ride again, right?
Yeah.
Alright.
Hey!
You'd better get
things done, hobester.
Major deal we got going here.
-Ron: What do you mean?
Scott: We're talkin' slave
for the rest of the summer.
[Voices over the radio]
Why are you walking so funny?
I sanded my shoes.
These are my beach shoes.
You gotta get rid of
those crab stompers
and get some thongs
like the rest of us.
You try running like
a fool in some thongs.
You got the best beat
in the police department.
Look, I'm a cop,
not a lifeguard.
Transferring me down here
was a cruel and unusual punch...
You should've thought of that,
before you had that little
run-in with your police captain.
That "little run-in"
with my captain
was the highlight of my life.
Hobie: Hey, dad?
What are you doing here?
-I have an idea.
Yeah? Shoot.
I just saw two holes in the
parking lot. Major gunk.
Yeah, so what else is new?
Just so happens I'm doing a
wash special on today only.
Money! Oh, money!
You're looking for money.
Let's see. Nothing
in this pocket.
Wait, wait, you're lucky.
What the... Three bucks.
Dad, inflation
plays no favorites.
I'll do it for eight.
Three bucks.
Take it or leave it.
Okay, okay, but for three
bucks, I just do the wheels.
Thanks.
What do you got there anyway?
Hobie: Where?
Take a look at this,
will you? In your hands.
Oh, it's just a poster.
Well, I can see that.
Of what?
It's nothing.
You bought a blank poster?
You'll hate it.
-I can decide for myself.
I like it.
Special edition. Top
speed is 30 knots.
No, the girl, I like
her. She's beautiful.
The power ski, I can do without.
Yeah, well, you hate
anything that's fun.
I think it all checks out.
-Thanks.
No, I don't.
Do you like horseback
riding? River rafting?
Yeah.
-So do I.
You like the Dodgers? The Lakers?
The batting cage? Miniature golf?
Yeah.
-So do I.
I am too a fun guy.
If you're so fun, then why
won't you let me try power skis?
Because they're dangerous.
-So is river rafting.
Not if you know
what you're doing.
So you teach me.
-No.
Until power skis are regulated
and riders are licensed, I don't want...
to have anything to
do with power skis.
And that goes double for
you, comprendes, hobe?
If you know the rap so well,
why do keep banging
your head against the wall?
Because I'm just as
stubborn as you are.
Craig: Oh, hey, hey.
Hey, hobie, slow down,
what are you doing?
You, too, huh? I can't do anything
without having someone on my case.
He says he's a fun guy.
Who does?
-Dad.
Wanna know what we did for
fun last night? Algebra!
Wanna know what we did for
fun the night before that?
Laundry! He made me
match up all the socks!
Somebody's gotta do it.
Not when they're all white!
He didn't used to
care about all this stuff.
Now he makes me make
my bed and take the trash out.
It's like living with
the vice principal!
Actually, it's like
living with your dad.
Mine was the same way.
He even makes me
go to summer school!
Man: So then what happened?
Hobie...
Have you talked to him
about any of this?
He doesn't want to listen.
Sure he does. I've known
your dad since he was your age.
He's a good guy.
Give him a chance.
What was he like
when he was my age?
He was always
complaining about his dad.
See you later.
[People cheering]
Girl: Okay.
Man: Go for it!
[Jill whistling]
Go, Trevor!
Woman: All right, Trevor!
[People cheering]
Yeah!
Go, Trevor, Trevor!
[People cheering]
Man: Outrageous!
Quite a show.
Had a lot of fun.
A bit on the noisy side.
A bit on the illegal side.
Ooh...
Aren't you supposed
to be up there?
Now, the beach club
doesn't care where I am,
as long as I watch my water.
Your beach club runs
this little patch of sand.
The water belongs to the county.
And the county says no power
skis inside the surf line.
The county also says you can't
launch them from the beach.
What a county. Too bad
it's not landlocked.
You know what I hate about
working the tower next to you?
Being so close, yet so far away?
Putting your name on
all those incident reports.
You know, you're more
trouble than those rip tides.
Get rid of the power ski,
before I have you cited.
I know how hard it is
for you to make up excuses
to come see me, Jill.
Spare me, Trevor.
Next time, try
flowers and candy.
You'll get you a lot farther
with me than a rule book.
It might even get you
a dinner invitation.
Forget it.
You want me!
Oh!
So, what's the story
with this phone number?
Looks good to me. Seven
digits and everything.
You said this
was your number,
but, when I tried to
call you last night,
I got a pizza parlor.
-Uh-huh.
So you live in a pizza parlor?
The owner of the place said
that I could use the number
until my phone was fixed.
Okay.
Why did you call?
To see if you wanted
to grab a pizza.
[Whistle]
Scott: Ooh!
Hey, check this out.
[Suspense music]
Hey, looking good!
Ah!
Scott: All right!
Woman: No. Please.
Hey, cut it out, it's not funny!
Scott: Ooh!
Woman: Stop it!
Ron: Cut it out!
Woman: Go away!
It's too dangerous!
-Ron: Scott! Come on, man!
Woman: Just go away!
[Screaming]
Ron: I can't find
her! Help me look!
Where is she? Where is she?
You killed her!
It was an accident.
We gotta get help!
No, let's get the
hell out of here!
No!
For now, Come on! We
should get out of here!
Listen to me! Don't
say anything, okay?
It's gonna be okay.
-I know.
We gotta get out of
here, right now.
This is kmf-295
from rescue Malibu.
We've recovered a
damaged sailboard
about one mile southwest
of point dume.
We can't see the rider
anywhere in the water.
Request backup
to initiate search.
Sid: Ten-4, rescue
Malibu. Stand by.
Sid, have them do a wide Z
north toward the shore.
Get the chopper
up in a circular,
then have rescue del Rey
fill in from the south
and I want an underwater
recovery unit code 3
here as soon as possible.
-All right.
Rescue Malibu, kmf-295.
Wide Z north toward shore.
[Voice over radio]
Man #1: Yeah, this is 202
Charlie one, copy your coordinate.
Anybody for backup?
Man #2: Number 46, this is 3-0-2,
north of point dume,
don't see a thing.
Man #3: Negative.
The frequency is 34.96.
34.96, over.
Ron: They're looking for us.
Relax, they're just
looking for the body.
You mean the woman you killed.
It was an accident.
Do you think I
meant to kill her?
God... I wonder who she was.
I don't.
Let's just forget
about it, all right?
Can we?
Mitch: Looks new.
Craig: Inexperienced rider,
hit the boom and passed out?
Mitch: No, I think
something hit her,
not the other way around.
If you amateurs are done,
I'll take this down
to the police lab
for some real analysis.
You gonna let him
talk to you like that?
This is the impact site.
Collision speed was high.
What do you think hit her?
A speedboat? Possibly.
What do you mean "her"?
Red speedboat. Poor girl.
Shouldn't be too
hard to trace her.
How do you know the
victim was a woman?
Especially once
we narrow down
the possible launch sites with
wind and currents calculations.
Let's get on it. Yeah.
Hey, no, no, no,
no, wait a minute.
How do you guys know
all this stuff?
Because the rigging's
set for a woman.
Judging by the boom,
she's at least five
foot six, five foot seven.
I don't suppose you
figured out her name.
Her name?
Oh, we left that for you.
Maybe the lab can trace some
fingerprints on the boom.
Boom, that's the
stick-thingy in the middle.
I hate it when you
guys get technical.
Hey...
Thanks.
I think I'm gonna need
your help on this one.
Shot clock's down to ten,
nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four.
A high-arch prayer
at the buzzer!
He scored!
-Ah!
The crowd's going wild
and the game's over!
Glad to hear it. I'm starved.
Me too. Set the
table, will you?
Oh, man, glad you
made that shot,
or we'd be hungry a lot longer.
[Humming tune]
Hey, hob.
Your summer school
counselor called today.
Nice guy.
He said you've
been cutting class.
Wanna talk about it?
Oh, come on, pal, you
get up every morning,
you grab your backpack, you get
on your bike and you go somewhere.
I'd kind of like to know where.
It's only happened
a couple of times.
No way, four days running.
You gotta level with me, pal.
What do you care? Summer
school was mom's idea anyway!
Believe it or not, that's one
thing your mother and I agreed on.
Since when? You two
fought about it all the time!
Oh, back up. That's not fair.
You're not gonna play your mom
and me off against each other.
You know what's not fair?
Being 12 years old and not
having a say about anything!
I'm being thrown around
like some stupid football.
Sometimes I wake
up in the morning
and I don't even know
whose house I'm at!
All right, that's enough!
This is not easy on any of us,
and I'm sorry you have
to go through with it.
But the subject here
is summer school.
Let's stick with
the subject, okay?
No, let's not! Ouch!
What's wrong?
It's okay, I fell off my bike.
Let me take a look.
Oh, hobe... why didn't
you say something about this?
What, are you gonna give
me the third degree
because of a cut?
Hobie?
Hobie, the discussion
isn't over yet.
[Door slamming]
Damn it...
The lab pulled a set of
prints off that stick-thing.
The boom, Garner, the boom.
I know what it's called, I just
don't wanna sound like a lifeguard.
Yeah, yeah.
Prints belong to a
26-year-old Caucasian
named Diane gray.
She lives in the Marina
and her neighbors haven't
seen her since this morning.
Did the lab get anything
else off the board?
Red paint chips, evidence
of a high-speed impact.
You guys were
right on the money.
I wish we'd been wrong.
Yeah, that looks pretty grim.
Look, I'll catch up with
you in the morning, Mitch.
Thanks.
-Yeah. Bye-bye.
[Knock on the door]
Mm. There's more
where this came from.
No, thanks.
Still no appetite, huh?
I tell you what. Let's
try and get through this
without yelling at
each other, okay?
What's going on?
Nothing, I'm fine.
No, you're not fine.
I know when you're fine.
When you're fine,
a plate of food like that
doesn't stand a prayer.
That's when you're fine.
All right, I'll start.
You hate summer school.
Hey, I can accept that.
It means you're going to
be spending a lot of time
doing something that you hate.
But, those are the breaks, man.
You bring up your
grades next year,
and next summer will
be a whole lot different.
You didn't used to
talk like that, dad.
You were different...
Before you and mom, you know...
Before we got divorced.
Hey, it's okay,
you can say that.
And you're right.
I didn't talk like that.
But you know what?
I should have.
I let your mom be the enforcer
while I was out teaching
you how to surf.
That wasn't fair
to either of you.
What's gonna happen to me
when she moves to Ohio?
If she moves to Ohio.
She hasn't decided whether
she's gonna take that job yet.
I hope she doesn't.
Me too.
What's going on, man?
Where have you been going?
The arcade on the strand.
I made a couple
of friends there.
Yeah?
You must be going through
some serious pocket change.
Nah. I just watch, mostly.
You watch?
There's this girl, there.
Oh, there's a girl?
Well, okay, now
I get the picture.
Tomorrow, go to school.
All right.
-All right.
Hey, hob, thanks for
telling the truth, pal.
Everything will
work out just fine
as long as we're
honest with each other.
Eat.
Pomeroy. I have
an open lock on 19.
I'm going to check it out.
Ten-4, 28. Kick the
phone if you need back-up.
[Suspense music]
Craig: Hey.
Hey!
Um, I... sorry,
but you shouldn't
sneak up on a guy.
And you shouldn't be
sleeping in the towers!
It's against the rules and...
It's kind of weird.
Well, I got late.
And you wanted to
get an early start.
Yeah. That's right.
Eddie, you got your
life in your locker.
You got a problem
with your landlord?
L.A, The rents are outrageous.
Yeah and breakfasts
aren't cheap, either.
We got time, I tell you
what, what do you say
we grab some pancakes,
eggs and talk about it?
On you?
On me.
What?
Call it in.
[Action music]
[Voices over the radio]
She matches the description
we got of Diane gray.
Hell of a way to go.
A speedboat didn't
do that to her.
What makes you say that?
I just think she'd have
bruises on her upper body
not just her legs.
I don't think a speedboat
surprised her like that.
So this was
something smaller?
Yeah, something quick.
Something that
can turn on a dime
and bear right down on you.
Like what?
-Like a Power-Ski, man.
Whoever killed that poor
little girl just rode off.
You okay?
Yeah.
Never gets any easier, does it?
No, I guess we're used to
pulling live ones out.
How did you happen
to be there anyway?
I was in the tower...
Sleeping.
Sweeping!
Sweeping.
Eddie knows it's against
the rules to sleep in the tower.
Next time use a broom, huh?
Craig: Hey, Eddie, how long has this
sleeping in the tower been going on?
A couple of nights, a
week? A month? What?
One night here,
one night there.
I don't get it, I mean,
you're working, right?
I mean, it's not a
money problem, is it?
No.
Oh, you can't leave the beach
because you have
a sinus problem?
Doesn't everyone? I
mean, with the air in L.A.
You have ACS.
Atlantic Coast Syndrome.
It's an east coast disease.
Everybody gets it when
they come out here.
Yeah, you can't
help but complain
about the air and the freeways.
I'm not complaining.
I wouldn't go back
to Philly for nothing.
Problems at home?
Woman: Hi!
-No.
Family's never been much
of a problem for me.
You know, it is for
me, I ran away.
Went to New York for two years.
My father approved
because I was at school,
but the real reason I went
was to just get some space.
Imagine, going to
New-York city to get space?
But I met Gina there.
Hey, you know, she's got
a friend in real estate,
I bet she could
find you a place.
I'll give her a call, alright?
Coming though!
-Wow!
Ouch!
Venice seems a
little nuts to you?
It's home to me.
[Pop music]
♪ It's wild in the morning
♪ it's wild in the afternoon
♪ it's wild in the evening
♪ I'm getting wild for you
♪ ooh, ooh, ooh
♪ there's nothing like it
in the whole wide world ♪
♪ ooh, ooh, ooh
♪ it's a crazy place
with an acquired taste ♪
♪ it's a crazy place
♪ with an acquired taste
♪ there's nothing, nothing
nothing, nothing like it ♪
♪ ooh, ooh, ooh
[guitar solo]
♪ It's a crazy place
♪ with an acquired taste
-♪ with an acquired taste
♪ it's a crazy place
♪ with an acquired taste... ♪
Eddie: Did you see that?
-It's gonna be alright,
welcome to the
circus. We're here.
Where? What?
-This is where I live.
You live here?
-Up there!
Come on! Come on!
Hey!
Second floor.
Woah...
This is it.
Now this is a great place.
Can't believe you
actually live here.
There are some
benefits to law school.
Yeah, you get to intern in New York
and meet glamorous women like me
and it is of course,
if you're really lucky.
Hi!
Gina, Eddie. Eddie, Gina.
Hi, look, I talked
to my friend Cynthia,
now she hasn't
found anything yet.
But don't worry, when it
comes to finding apartments,
she's a pit bull.
Especially for lifeguards.
Of course, if she finds you one,
then you'll probably have to marry her.
The newspaper's a safer bet.
Gina: So, Eddie,
let's dish.
-Here we go.
What brings you to the frontier?
Frontier?
-Don't start.
Start? Start what?
Too late.
-What?
What can't you say
about a city that
has 80 miles of beach
and 4000 tanning salons?
A studio, new carpet,
new paint, new drapes.
Twelve hundred dollars.
Did you come out for school?
A girl?
A perfect tan?
Okay, it definitely
wasn't for cheap housing.
Yeah, well, I had my reasons.
I can't believe these prices.
Mitch and I paid 50 bucks
a piece for our first place.
It was a closet, but it was
two blocks from the beach.
Fifty bucks, two
blocks from the beach?
Oh, man, I'd kill
for something like that.
Don't happen to have any spare
closet around here, do you?
Wish we did.
We do.
You do?
We do?
Okay, Eddie, just
look over the building
and a little bit to the left.
It's there, I promise you.
Craig: Gina.
This is our storage room.
This is bigger than
a life guard tower.
Honey, in Manhattan, this
would go for 1500 a month.
In Japan, 5000.
Well, what about our privacy?
He has a separate entrance.
He's gonna be right
under our noses.
We'll respect his privacy,
he'll respect ours.
We rent from santini,
he has to approve.
Yep, yeah, there it is.
I told you it has
a great ocean view. Great.
Yeah.
Santini, he loves you. You
can talk him into anything.
If he says yes, what do
we do with all our things?
I'll take it.
He'll take it.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
Jill: Look, we think
this girl was killed
by some jerk on a red Power-Ski.
That ring any bells?
The jerk?
The ski.
Hard to say, red's
a pretty popular color.
Power-Skis aren't that
uncommon around here.
With your rules and
regulations they are.
I think if you'd seen that girl,
you wouldn't think
those rules were so unfair.
I'll see if I can come up
with some names for you.
Thanks, Trevor,
I appreciate that.
It's good.
Professional courtesy.
Pop algebra quiz.
A "B", and that's without
even showing up for classes.
A "B"?
Congratulations.
You know, just imagine
what you could accomplish
if you were actually there.
Motorcycles on skis,
that's brilliant.
You're having a
lot of fun, too.
Lot of fun, huh?
A girl was just killed on this
by some creep on a Power Ski.
Do you know it was a Power Ski?
Yep and we even know
what color it was.
Red.
Where did it happen?
Somewhere off the Malibu pier.
Did you catch the guy?
Garner: It's a big
ocean out there, kid.
And Power Skis
don't leave tracks.
Whoever did it is
probably long gone.
Mitch: We'll get him.
Yeah, we'll get him.
Mitch, baywatch rescue is
waiting to take you to Malibu.
Something about a fisherman
who might've seen something.
Terrific, I'm on my way.
Wanna come?
Garner: On a boat? No way.
I'll take my chances
on the highway.
Oh, yeah, listen, we'll
celebrate that "B" tonight
by eating something
really bad for us, huh?
See you later.
-Sure.
[Suspense music]
Scott: Nice ball
there. What a set!
Ron: Yeah, great.
Scott: Great ride.
Gotta get your back out there.
-Yeah, right.
Scott: What do you say, you and
me, find a couple of girls,
head down to the Marina,
have some fun?
No, not tonight.
This is getting old, man.
How long you gonna mope around?
Just lay off, okay?
I'm tired of you
pushing me around.
She's dead. Gone. History.
I hate to be the one
to have to tell you.
We gotta get on with our lives.
Or sooner or later
someone will get suspicious.
[Loud noise]
Hobie! He heard us!
Quick, quick!
Around that side!
Ron, help!
No!
Help!
Mitch: Are you sure
it's the same kids?
They're out here every day,
circling around, raising hell.
Did I tell you how
noisy they are?
Yes, you did.
And if you think they're loud
up here, you should be a fish!
It will rattle your
little gills off.
Do you remember what
color the Power Skis were?
Um, the only one I
get a good look at
is the one that the
crazy kid rides,
the one who likes to shoot
the pier. His is red.
Where are they launching from?
I don't know,
somewhere over there.
One of the beach houses.
Thanks.
-Alright.
Let's take a little run
along the shore, huh?
I'll check out a
few rental places.
Great. Thanks.
Okay.
What're we gonna do, man?
Shut up and let me think.
What'd you hear?
Nothing.
Don't lie to me.
Scott, leave him alone.
Please, shut up!
It's over, man.
I said shut up!
[Action music]
Ron: Run, Hobie!
You're crazy, man! You're crazy!
There he is!
Jill: It's hobie!
Mitch: Hit it!
[Sirens wailing]
Help!
Over here! Help!
OK Jill!
I'm sorry, dad, I'm sorry!
It's okay, son. I got you.
Come on, Hobie.
-Hobie: I'm okay.
Mitch: Got him?
Jill: Hang on.
That's it.
Mitch: You're okay, pal.
Hobie: That's Scott!
He killed that girl, dad.
He's the one!
-Mitch: Let's get him!
[Sirens wailing]
Mitch: You gotta get him
close to the pier.
[Sirens keep wailing]
Mitch: Come on. Hold steady now.
Yeah, we'll catch him.
[Soft music]
Hobie: I hate it
when you don't talk.
It usually means
you're real mad.
Yeah, I guess it usually does.
Right now, it just
means I'm real grateful.
I was so scared, dad.
So was I, pal.
So was I.
I'm sorry I lied to you, dad.
I knew, if I told you,
then you'd be mad at me.
You're not the first kid who
ever lied to his dad, okay?
And you're not the first kid who
ever tried covering his tracks.
But you're probably the first
kid in the whole wide world
who risked his life doing it.
Listen to me, pal,
I might get angry
and I might be disappointed, but
I'll always be there for you.
And I promise you,
the next time you come
to me with a question,
I'll try and be a little bit
open minded about it, okay?
You really mean it?
-Absolutely.
Dad,
I promise you I'll never ask you
another questions about power skis again.
Glad to hear it.
I want a hang glider.
[Ending theme plays]
♪ 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 ♪
♪ oh!
♪ 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
Mitch: Oh!
Where's that shoe?
Hobie, have you seen
my shoe anywhere?
Sorry, dad. Your shoe,
your responsibility.
Mitch: This place
is a pig sty.
Hey! We're young. We're
single. And we're men.
We're supposed to be slobs.
That's the
dumbest thing I've ever heard.
Yeah, it's what you
used to say to mom
when you first started
dating her. She told me so.
Yeah, and look
what happened...
Alright, we've gotta clean
this place up, starting now.
Why? There aren't
any girls around.
Exactly.
I'd like that to change
one of these days.
Hey, where you're going? I
thought you were gonna help me.
I'd love to, dad, but...
I got my education
at stake here.
Summer school, remember?
Trying to be there early.
[Party music]
Alright!
Scott: Yeah!
Scott: Okay, let's do it!
Ron: Alright!
Hobie: Yeah! Com'on!
[Yelling]
Come on!
Yeah!
Yeah! Wo-hoo!
Scott: Alright, hobie!
Wow!
Scott: Ooh!
Alright!
Ooh!
Fisherman #1:
Hey, watch the line!
Fisherman #2:
Hey, dumbbell kid!
You scare away the fish!
Scott: You guys, let's do it!
Ron: No way!
Hobester, what do you
say, up to shoot the pier?
Alright, let's go!
Ron: Forget it, hobie.
Hey, leave him
alone, he's just a kid.
Hobester, you're the one
who wanted the lessons,
the pier's part of my course.
What do you say?
Alright.
Yeah!
Good to go!
Hobie, don't be a dweeb.
I may never get
another chance.
Hobester, go!
Do it!
Play hard all night,
work hard all day.
Oh, I hope she was worth it.
Unfortunately,
there was no she...
tossed and turned all on my own.
Oh, yeah, had my
share of those.
Happens usually when I
eat late... or if I eat meat.
I dream I'm Rambo
from midnight till dawn.
Worst is if I lose
something, then I...
Get fixated, turn everything
upside-down until I find it.
Oh!
Everything you own in one place?
That's one way
not to lose anything.
Ever think about
taking any of it home?
No.
You alright?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just a rough night.
Hey, Craig.
Yeah?
Somebody named Chris
something just called.
Something about a deposition
you're supposed to take?
Yeah, Chris bren?
Yeah, I think that was it.
Sid, you take
messages for a living.
You should write them
down once in a while.
Scott: God, hobie, gas it!
Hobie: Oh!
Are you okay?
Off the scale, man. It was rad!
Wo-hoo! Yeah!
You did good, hobester.
I'm proud of you.
Feelin' no pain, huh?
Absolutely. Ron,
should've done it with us.
Yeah, right. Take
a look at your knee.
It's okay.
Hey, Scott, how's tomorrow?
Just dry and wax the skis.
Then put them in
the shed, alright?
Alright.
You wanna ride again, right?
Yeah.
Alright.
Hey!
You'd better get
things done, hobester.
Major deal we got going here.
-Ron: What do you mean?
Scott: We're talkin' slave
for the rest of the summer.
[Voices over the radio]
Why are you walking so funny?
I sanded my shoes.
These are my beach shoes.
You gotta get rid of
those crab stompers
and get some thongs
like the rest of us.
You try running like
a fool in some thongs.
You got the best beat
in the police department.
Look, I'm a cop,
not a lifeguard.
Transferring me down here
was a cruel and unusual punch...
You should've thought of that,
before you had that little
run-in with your police captain.
That "little run-in"
with my captain
was the highlight of my life.
Hobie: Hey, dad?
What are you doing here?
-I have an idea.
Yeah? Shoot.
I just saw two holes in the
parking lot. Major gunk.
Yeah, so what else is new?
Just so happens I'm doing a
wash special on today only.
Money! Oh, money!
You're looking for money.
Let's see. Nothing
in this pocket.
Wait, wait, you're lucky.
What the... Three bucks.
Dad, inflation
plays no favorites.
I'll do it for eight.
Three bucks.
Take it or leave it.
Okay, okay, but for three
bucks, I just do the wheels.
Thanks.
What do you got there anyway?
Hobie: Where?
Take a look at this,
will you? In your hands.
Oh, it's just a poster.
Well, I can see that.
Of what?
It's nothing.
You bought a blank poster?
You'll hate it.
-I can decide for myself.
I like it.
Special edition. Top
speed is 30 knots.
No, the girl, I like
her. She's beautiful.
The power ski, I can do without.
Yeah, well, you hate
anything that's fun.
I think it all checks out.
-Thanks.
No, I don't.
Do you like horseback
riding? River rafting?
Yeah.
-So do I.
You like the Dodgers? The Lakers?
The batting cage? Miniature golf?
Yeah.
-So do I.
I am too a fun guy.
If you're so fun, then why
won't you let me try power skis?
Because they're dangerous.
-So is river rafting.
Not if you know
what you're doing.
So you teach me.
-No.
Until power skis are regulated
and riders are licensed, I don't want...
to have anything to
do with power skis.
And that goes double for
you, comprendes, hobe?
If you know the rap so well,
why do keep banging
your head against the wall?
Because I'm just as
stubborn as you are.
Craig: Oh, hey, hey.
Hey, hobie, slow down,
what are you doing?
You, too, huh? I can't do anything
without having someone on my case.
He says he's a fun guy.
Who does?
-Dad.
Wanna know what we did for
fun last night? Algebra!
Wanna know what we did for
fun the night before that?
Laundry! He made me
match up all the socks!
Somebody's gotta do it.
Not when they're all white!
He didn't used to
care about all this stuff.
Now he makes me make
my bed and take the trash out.
It's like living with
the vice principal!
Actually, it's like
living with your dad.
Mine was the same way.
He even makes me
go to summer school!
Man: So then what happened?
Hobie...
Have you talked to him
about any of this?
He doesn't want to listen.
Sure he does. I've known
your dad since he was your age.
He's a good guy.
Give him a chance.
What was he like
when he was my age?
He was always
complaining about his dad.
See you later.
[People cheering]
Girl: Okay.
Man: Go for it!
[Jill whistling]
Go, Trevor!
Woman: All right, Trevor!
[People cheering]
Yeah!
Go, Trevor, Trevor!
[People cheering]
Man: Outrageous!
Quite a show.
Had a lot of fun.
A bit on the noisy side.
A bit on the illegal side.
Ooh...
Aren't you supposed
to be up there?
Now, the beach club
doesn't care where I am,
as long as I watch my water.
Your beach club runs
this little patch of sand.
The water belongs to the county.
And the county says no power
skis inside the surf line.
The county also says you can't
launch them from the beach.
What a county. Too bad
it's not landlocked.
You know what I hate about
working the tower next to you?
Being so close, yet so far away?
Putting your name on
all those incident reports.
You know, you're more
trouble than those rip tides.
Get rid of the power ski,
before I have you cited.
I know how hard it is
for you to make up excuses
to come see me, Jill.
Spare me, Trevor.
Next time, try
flowers and candy.
You'll get you a lot farther
with me than a rule book.
It might even get you
a dinner invitation.
Forget it.
You want me!
Oh!
So, what's the story
with this phone number?
Looks good to me. Seven
digits and everything.
You said this
was your number,
but, when I tried to
call you last night,
I got a pizza parlor.
-Uh-huh.
So you live in a pizza parlor?
The owner of the place said
that I could use the number
until my phone was fixed.
Okay.
Why did you call?
To see if you wanted
to grab a pizza.
[Whistle]
Scott: Ooh!
Hey, check this out.
[Suspense music]
Hey, looking good!
Ah!
Scott: All right!
Woman: No. Please.
Hey, cut it out, it's not funny!
Scott: Ooh!
Woman: Stop it!
Ron: Cut it out!
Woman: Go away!
It's too dangerous!
-Ron: Scott! Come on, man!
Woman: Just go away!
[Screaming]
Ron: I can't find
her! Help me look!
Where is she? Where is she?
You killed her!
It was an accident.
We gotta get help!
No, let's get the
hell out of here!
No!
For now, Come on! We
should get out of here!
Listen to me! Don't
say anything, okay?
It's gonna be okay.
-I know.
We gotta get out of
here, right now.
This is kmf-295
from rescue Malibu.
We've recovered a
damaged sailboard
about one mile southwest
of point dume.
We can't see the rider
anywhere in the water.
Request backup
to initiate search.
Sid: Ten-4, rescue
Malibu. Stand by.
Sid, have them do a wide Z
north toward the shore.
Get the chopper
up in a circular,
then have rescue del Rey
fill in from the south
and I want an underwater
recovery unit code 3
here as soon as possible.
-All right.
Rescue Malibu, kmf-295.
Wide Z north toward shore.
[Voice over radio]
Man #1: Yeah, this is 202
Charlie one, copy your coordinate.
Anybody for backup?
Man #2: Number 46, this is 3-0-2,
north of point dume,
don't see a thing.
Man #3: Negative.
The frequency is 34.96.
34.96, over.
Ron: They're looking for us.
Relax, they're just
looking for the body.
You mean the woman you killed.
It was an accident.
Do you think I
meant to kill her?
God... I wonder who she was.
I don't.
Let's just forget
about it, all right?
Can we?
Mitch: Looks new.
Craig: Inexperienced rider,
hit the boom and passed out?
Mitch: No, I think
something hit her,
not the other way around.
If you amateurs are done,
I'll take this down
to the police lab
for some real analysis.
You gonna let him
talk to you like that?
This is the impact site.
Collision speed was high.
What do you think hit her?
A speedboat? Possibly.
What do you mean "her"?
Red speedboat. Poor girl.
Shouldn't be too
hard to trace her.
How do you know the
victim was a woman?
Especially once
we narrow down
the possible launch sites with
wind and currents calculations.
Let's get on it. Yeah.
Hey, no, no, no,
no, wait a minute.
How do you guys know
all this stuff?
Because the rigging's
set for a woman.
Judging by the boom,
she's at least five
foot six, five foot seven.
I don't suppose you
figured out her name.
Her name?
Oh, we left that for you.
Maybe the lab can trace some
fingerprints on the boom.
Boom, that's the
stick-thingy in the middle.
I hate it when you
guys get technical.
Hey...
Thanks.
I think I'm gonna need
your help on this one.
Shot clock's down to ten,
nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four.
A high-arch prayer
at the buzzer!
He scored!
-Ah!
The crowd's going wild
and the game's over!
Glad to hear it. I'm starved.
Me too. Set the
table, will you?
Oh, man, glad you
made that shot,
or we'd be hungry a lot longer.
[Humming tune]
Hey, hob.
Your summer school
counselor called today.
Nice guy.
He said you've
been cutting class.
Wanna talk about it?
Oh, come on, pal, you
get up every morning,
you grab your backpack, you get
on your bike and you go somewhere.
I'd kind of like to know where.
It's only happened
a couple of times.
No way, four days running.
You gotta level with me, pal.
What do you care? Summer
school was mom's idea anyway!
Believe it or not, that's one
thing your mother and I agreed on.
Since when? You two
fought about it all the time!
Oh, back up. That's not fair.
You're not gonna play your mom
and me off against each other.
You know what's not fair?
Being 12 years old and not
having a say about anything!
I'm being thrown around
like some stupid football.
Sometimes I wake
up in the morning
and I don't even know
whose house I'm at!
All right, that's enough!
This is not easy on any of us,
and I'm sorry you have
to go through with it.
But the subject here
is summer school.
Let's stick with
the subject, okay?
No, let's not! Ouch!
What's wrong?
It's okay, I fell off my bike.
Let me take a look.
Oh, hobe... why didn't
you say something about this?
What, are you gonna give
me the third degree
because of a cut?
Hobie?
Hobie, the discussion
isn't over yet.
[Door slamming]
Damn it...
The lab pulled a set of
prints off that stick-thing.
The boom, Garner, the boom.
I know what it's called, I just
don't wanna sound like a lifeguard.
Yeah, yeah.
Prints belong to a
26-year-old Caucasian
named Diane gray.
She lives in the Marina
and her neighbors haven't
seen her since this morning.
Did the lab get anything
else off the board?
Red paint chips, evidence
of a high-speed impact.
You guys were
right on the money.
I wish we'd been wrong.
Yeah, that looks pretty grim.
Look, I'll catch up with
you in the morning, Mitch.
Thanks.
-Yeah. Bye-bye.
[Knock on the door]
Mm. There's more
where this came from.
No, thanks.
Still no appetite, huh?
I tell you what. Let's
try and get through this
without yelling at
each other, okay?
What's going on?
Nothing, I'm fine.
No, you're not fine.
I know when you're fine.
When you're fine,
a plate of food like that
doesn't stand a prayer.
That's when you're fine.
All right, I'll start.
You hate summer school.
Hey, I can accept that.
It means you're going to
be spending a lot of time
doing something that you hate.
But, those are the breaks, man.
You bring up your
grades next year,
and next summer will
be a whole lot different.
You didn't used to
talk like that, dad.
You were different...
Before you and mom, you know...
Before we got divorced.
Hey, it's okay,
you can say that.
And you're right.
I didn't talk like that.
But you know what?
I should have.
I let your mom be the enforcer
while I was out teaching
you how to surf.
That wasn't fair
to either of you.
What's gonna happen to me
when she moves to Ohio?
If she moves to Ohio.
She hasn't decided whether
she's gonna take that job yet.
I hope she doesn't.
Me too.
What's going on, man?
Where have you been going?
The arcade on the strand.
I made a couple
of friends there.
Yeah?
You must be going through
some serious pocket change.
Nah. I just watch, mostly.
You watch?
There's this girl, there.
Oh, there's a girl?
Well, okay, now
I get the picture.
Tomorrow, go to school.
All right.
-All right.
Hey, hob, thanks for
telling the truth, pal.
Everything will
work out just fine
as long as we're
honest with each other.
Eat.
Pomeroy. I have
an open lock on 19.
I'm going to check it out.
Ten-4, 28. Kick the
phone if you need back-up.
[Suspense music]
Craig: Hey.
Hey!
Um, I... sorry,
but you shouldn't
sneak up on a guy.
And you shouldn't be
sleeping in the towers!
It's against the rules and...
It's kind of weird.
Well, I got late.
And you wanted to
get an early start.
Yeah. That's right.
Eddie, you got your
life in your locker.
You got a problem
with your landlord?
L.A, The rents are outrageous.
Yeah and breakfasts
aren't cheap, either.
We got time, I tell you
what, what do you say
we grab some pancakes,
eggs and talk about it?
On you?
On me.
What?
Call it in.
[Action music]
[Voices over the radio]
She matches the description
we got of Diane gray.
Hell of a way to go.
A speedboat didn't
do that to her.
What makes you say that?
I just think she'd have
bruises on her upper body
not just her legs.
I don't think a speedboat
surprised her like that.
So this was
something smaller?
Yeah, something quick.
Something that
can turn on a dime
and bear right down on you.
Like what?
-Like a Power-Ski, man.
Whoever killed that poor
little girl just rode off.
You okay?
Yeah.
Never gets any easier, does it?
No, I guess we're used to
pulling live ones out.
How did you happen
to be there anyway?
I was in the tower...
Sleeping.
Sweeping!
Sweeping.
Eddie knows it's against
the rules to sleep in the tower.
Next time use a broom, huh?
Craig: Hey, Eddie, how long has this
sleeping in the tower been going on?
A couple of nights, a
week? A month? What?
One night here,
one night there.
I don't get it, I mean,
you're working, right?
I mean, it's not a
money problem, is it?
No.
Oh, you can't leave the beach
because you have
a sinus problem?
Doesn't everyone? I
mean, with the air in L.A.
You have ACS.
Atlantic Coast Syndrome.
It's an east coast disease.
Everybody gets it when
they come out here.
Yeah, you can't
help but complain
about the air and the freeways.
I'm not complaining.
I wouldn't go back
to Philly for nothing.
Problems at home?
Woman: Hi!
-No.
Family's never been much
of a problem for me.
You know, it is for
me, I ran away.
Went to New York for two years.
My father approved
because I was at school,
but the real reason I went
was to just get some space.
Imagine, going to
New-York city to get space?
But I met Gina there.
Hey, you know, she's got
a friend in real estate,
I bet she could
find you a place.
I'll give her a call, alright?
Coming though!
-Wow!
Ouch!
Venice seems a
little nuts to you?
It's home to me.
[Pop music]
♪ It's wild in the morning
♪ it's wild in the afternoon
♪ it's wild in the evening
♪ I'm getting wild for you
♪ ooh, ooh, ooh
♪ there's nothing like it
in the whole wide world ♪
♪ ooh, ooh, ooh
♪ it's a crazy place
with an acquired taste ♪
♪ it's a crazy place
♪ with an acquired taste
♪ there's nothing, nothing
nothing, nothing like it ♪
♪ ooh, ooh, ooh
[guitar solo]
♪ It's a crazy place
♪ with an acquired taste
-♪ with an acquired taste
♪ it's a crazy place
♪ with an acquired taste... ♪
Eddie: Did you see that?
-It's gonna be alright,
welcome to the
circus. We're here.
Where? What?
-This is where I live.
You live here?
-Up there!
Come on! Come on!
Hey!
Second floor.
Woah...
This is it.
Now this is a great place.
Can't believe you
actually live here.
There are some
benefits to law school.
Yeah, you get to intern in New York
and meet glamorous women like me
and it is of course,
if you're really lucky.
Hi!
Gina, Eddie. Eddie, Gina.
Hi, look, I talked
to my friend Cynthia,
now she hasn't
found anything yet.
But don't worry, when it
comes to finding apartments,
she's a pit bull.
Especially for lifeguards.
Of course, if she finds you one,
then you'll probably have to marry her.
The newspaper's a safer bet.
Gina: So, Eddie,
let's dish.
-Here we go.
What brings you to the frontier?
Frontier?
-Don't start.
Start? Start what?
Too late.
-What?
What can't you say
about a city that
has 80 miles of beach
and 4000 tanning salons?
A studio, new carpet,
new paint, new drapes.
Twelve hundred dollars.
Did you come out for school?
A girl?
A perfect tan?
Okay, it definitely
wasn't for cheap housing.
Yeah, well, I had my reasons.
I can't believe these prices.
Mitch and I paid 50 bucks
a piece for our first place.
It was a closet, but it was
two blocks from the beach.
Fifty bucks, two
blocks from the beach?
Oh, man, I'd kill
for something like that.
Don't happen to have any spare
closet around here, do you?
Wish we did.
We do.
You do?
We do?
Okay, Eddie, just
look over the building
and a little bit to the left.
It's there, I promise you.
Craig: Gina.
This is our storage room.
This is bigger than
a life guard tower.
Honey, in Manhattan, this
would go for 1500 a month.
In Japan, 5000.
Well, what about our privacy?
He has a separate entrance.
He's gonna be right
under our noses.
We'll respect his privacy,
he'll respect ours.
We rent from santini,
he has to approve.
Yep, yeah, there it is.
I told you it has
a great ocean view. Great.
Yeah.
Santini, he loves you. You
can talk him into anything.
If he says yes, what do
we do with all our things?
I'll take it.
He'll take it.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
Jill: Look, we think
this girl was killed
by some jerk on a red Power-Ski.
That ring any bells?
The jerk?
The ski.
Hard to say, red's
a pretty popular color.
Power-Skis aren't that
uncommon around here.
With your rules and
regulations they are.
I think if you'd seen that girl,
you wouldn't think
those rules were so unfair.
I'll see if I can come up
with some names for you.
Thanks, Trevor,
I appreciate that.
It's good.
Professional courtesy.
Pop algebra quiz.
A "B", and that's without
even showing up for classes.
A "B"?
Congratulations.
You know, just imagine
what you could accomplish
if you were actually there.
Motorcycles on skis,
that's brilliant.
You're having a
lot of fun, too.
Lot of fun, huh?
A girl was just killed on this
by some creep on a Power Ski.
Do you know it was a Power Ski?
Yep and we even know
what color it was.
Red.
Where did it happen?
Somewhere off the Malibu pier.
Did you catch the guy?
Garner: It's a big
ocean out there, kid.
And Power Skis
don't leave tracks.
Whoever did it is
probably long gone.
Mitch: We'll get him.
Yeah, we'll get him.
Mitch, baywatch rescue is
waiting to take you to Malibu.
Something about a fisherman
who might've seen something.
Terrific, I'm on my way.
Wanna come?
Garner: On a boat? No way.
I'll take my chances
on the highway.
Oh, yeah, listen, we'll
celebrate that "B" tonight
by eating something
really bad for us, huh?
See you later.
-Sure.
[Suspense music]
Scott: Nice ball
there. What a set!
Ron: Yeah, great.
Scott: Great ride.
Gotta get your back out there.
-Yeah, right.
Scott: What do you say, you and
me, find a couple of girls,
head down to the Marina,
have some fun?
No, not tonight.
This is getting old, man.
How long you gonna mope around?
Just lay off, okay?
I'm tired of you
pushing me around.
She's dead. Gone. History.
I hate to be the one
to have to tell you.
We gotta get on with our lives.
Or sooner or later
someone will get suspicious.
[Loud noise]
Hobie! He heard us!
Quick, quick!
Around that side!
Ron, help!
No!
Help!
Mitch: Are you sure
it's the same kids?
They're out here every day,
circling around, raising hell.
Did I tell you how
noisy they are?
Yes, you did.
And if you think they're loud
up here, you should be a fish!
It will rattle your
little gills off.
Do you remember what
color the Power Skis were?
Um, the only one I
get a good look at
is the one that the
crazy kid rides,
the one who likes to shoot
the pier. His is red.
Where are they launching from?
I don't know,
somewhere over there.
One of the beach houses.
Thanks.
-Alright.
Let's take a little run
along the shore, huh?
I'll check out a
few rental places.
Great. Thanks.
Okay.
What're we gonna do, man?
Shut up and let me think.
What'd you hear?
Nothing.
Don't lie to me.
Scott, leave him alone.
Please, shut up!
It's over, man.
I said shut up!
[Action music]
Ron: Run, Hobie!
You're crazy, man! You're crazy!
There he is!
Jill: It's hobie!
Mitch: Hit it!
[Sirens wailing]
Help!
Over here! Help!
OK Jill!
I'm sorry, dad, I'm sorry!
It's okay, son. I got you.
Come on, Hobie.
-Hobie: I'm okay.
Mitch: Got him?
Jill: Hang on.
That's it.
Mitch: You're okay, pal.
Hobie: That's Scott!
He killed that girl, dad.
He's the one!
-Mitch: Let's get him!
[Sirens wailing]
Mitch: You gotta get him
close to the pier.
[Sirens keep wailing]
Mitch: Come on. Hold steady now.
Yeah, we'll catch him.
[Soft music]
Hobie: I hate it
when you don't talk.
It usually means
you're real mad.
Yeah, I guess it usually does.
Right now, it just
means I'm real grateful.
I was so scared, dad.
So was I, pal.
So was I.
I'm sorry I lied to you, dad.
I knew, if I told you,
then you'd be mad at me.
You're not the first kid who
ever lied to his dad, okay?
And you're not the first kid who
ever tried covering his tracks.
But you're probably the first
kid in the whole wide world
who risked his life doing it.
Listen to me, pal,
I might get angry
and I might be disappointed, but
I'll always be there for you.
And I promise you,
the next time you come
to me with a question,
I'll try and be a little bit
open minded about it, okay?
You really mean it?
-Absolutely.
Dad,
I promise you I'll never ask you
another questions about power skis again.
Glad to hear it.
I want a hang glider.
[Ending theme plays]