Malibu Rescue (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Splash and the Furious - full transcript
This is the green bin.
This is the brown bin.
Kelp is green. It goes in the green bin.
Driftwood is brown.
It goes in the brown bin.
- Why is everybody staring at us?
- It happens to me out here all the time.
I swear, if one more person asks me
if I'm Kevin Hart...
Help me here, people.
I don't know why you're struggling
with this.
Are we late?
No. The meeting starts at five.
It's 4:57.
It's almost like Garvin started early
- just to mess with us.
- I would never admit to that.
Okay, people.
We're in the height of summer break.
Family Day is coming.
There's gonna be a lot of extra people
on the beach. Now, I know you people
can't keep your eye on everything.
But I need you to be vigilant. Okay?
I can't believe it.
Ah! I hate that guy!
What's going on?
I don't know.
What it do, Junior Rescue?
- Who is that?
- That's Thornton Pavey.
He's, like, the richest guy in Malibu.
He donates a bunch of money
to Junior Rescue.
Garvin, el jefe.
- How you been?
- Thornton. What're you doing here?
People are saying
you might need a hand being vigilant.
What? Who's saying that?
- You said it two minutes ago.
- Shut it.
Hey, man. I just want you to know
that I'm here
to help you keep Malibu safe.
Which is why I'm donating...
these babies!
- What?
- Whoa!
- Whoa.
- Cool.
I will ride you.
You're only doing this
to make yourself look good.
I'm doing it because I love Junior Rescue.
But if it makes me look good,
that's just frosting on the cupcake.
You can keep your personal watercraft,
because we don't need 'em!
- What? No, we do!
- We need them very badly.
I'll die if I don't get one.
You can't turn down a donation, Garbanzo.
Hey, I'm thinking we start
a Junior Rescue Sea Jet patrol!
You can't just start a Sea Jet patrol.
Okay?
- You need parental permission.
- Hey, man.
I get it. I'm a daddy.
Which is why I had my lawyer draft up
these permission slips.
Get off my car.
Is this yours?
I bought my gardener one of these.
Do me a solid.
Pass out the slips, would ya?
- Oh, I'll hand 'em out, sir.
- Actually,
Garvin, I think it's better if you do it.
You know, legal purposes.
I don't know what's better.
Getting free Sea Jets
or watching this guy stick it to Garvin.
Ooh, that's a tough one.
But I'm probably gonna have to say
Sea Jets, but by like... that much.
Take these home,
have your parents sign them.
No permission slips, no watercraft.
No exceptions.
Happy now, Thornton?
Always. Aren't you?
Hey! Dylan!
Logan! Ha! Bogan-da-dogan.
Sorry. Hey, girl!
- Hi.
- Why do you have to be so weird?
I don't know.
I'm just trying to tell you...
I hope someone
from your tower makes that patrol.
You do? Why?
In case you haven't noticed,
you're the only girl captain.
So if you mess this up,
it makes us all look bad.
Wow. I never thought of that.
I'm gonna go gas up the Sea Jets,
'cause that's a job my captain gave me.
Don't let us down.
I'm kidding!
But seriously, don't let us down.
Man, I am so pumped,
I could barely sleep last night.
Neither could I,
'cause Tyler kept texting me.
Sorry, man,
I just can't wait to be on that patrol.
I know. That's what you kept texting me.
This is gonna be great.
All right, people,
pass in your signed permission slips.
We have a practice Sea Jet
for a couple of hours.
You're all gonna train on it,
but only our best rider gets to try out
for a spot on the patrol.
Ooh, bummer. Hey, maybe next time, Gina.
Oh, you think you're gonna win.
That's hilarious.
Obviously, it's gonna be...
Me. What?
You think I don't want in on this?
No, it's just that there's no way
your mom signed your permission slip.
Oh, really?
Read it and weep, ding-dongs!
To be honest,
I was a little surprised myself.
I just left it on the kitchen counter
and let her read it in her own time.
Then this morning, on my way out,
she told me it was in my folder.
Uh, Lizzie,
I think you should look at this.
Why?
Because, unless your mom's name
is "In your dreams, Elizabeth."
I would never let you do something
so dangerous. How dare you ask?
"Love, your mother who loves you. Mom,"
- you're not allowed to ride.
- I can't believe this.
I can't believe she fit all that
on the signature line.
- I'm the only one who can't get certified.
- It's gonna be okay.
Out of the three of you,
I'm sure one of you will qualify.
Um... actually, mine isn't signed either.
Seriously?
Only two of you?
I guess it's just me and you today.
Uh, you guys gonna be okay?
- Uh, yeah...
- We'll be...
- See ya!
- Cool!
I don't know why you're running.
I have the keys.
It's good you're getting certified, too,
just in case something happens to me.
Oh, something's definitely gonna happen
to you.
Hey, focus! This is important.
This is the on button,
which is how you turn the Sea Jet...
on.
- Now, if your Sea Jet...
- Oh, man!
She's showing them how to turn it on.
What do you think?
I think we need a longer strap
for these binoculars.
Lizzie,
we're supposed to be watching the beach,
which is that way.
My mom is so overprotective.
Why did she have to be a doctor?
Why couldn't she be a stuntwoman
or an ice road trucker?
Parents, right?
If your Sea Jet stalls,
clear this grate and get it restarted.
If it's still doesn't start,
refer to Appendix C.
Appendix C?
There's no Appendix C.
How am I supposed to train people properly
without an Appendix C?
Dylan, we don't need an Appendix C.
Seriously?
We need all the appendixes we can get.
You two aren't the only ones riding
on this Sea Jet.
The hopes and dreams of women everywhere
are riding along with you.
What?
I'm gonna get another manual.
Oh, man. Tyler's climbing on it?
- It's my turn.
- Now Gina's sitting on it?
Whoo!
- This is torture.
- Hey.
I got an idea.
What are we doing at Vooch's?
We may not be able to ride real Sea Jets,
but I got a bag full of permission slips
that says we can ride that!
You in?
Let's do it.
- Oh! Watch out for that shark.
- Whoa!
Man, she's been gone forever.
We should take this thing
down to the water and ride it.
We should wait for Dylan.
- Let's just stay here.
- She wants one of us to make the patrol.
All right? If we don't train,
then we won't have a chance.
I'm going out there, right?
But you can stay here if you want.
It's not like you're gonna make
Sea Jet patrol anyways.
Ow! My hair!
This is awesome!
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
Check this out, Gina!
- Dude, hurry up.
- So cool!
My turn already!
That was pretty amazing,
if I do say so myself.
Well, you'll have to say it yourself,
'cause I thought it was lame.
My turn.
Let me show you how it's done.
- All right!
- Whoo!
Whoa!
Yeah!
Gettin' sick back there?
Whoo!
- Now that's what I'm talking about.
- All right, whatever.
Now me again.
Okay.
Hey! Whoa, whoa!
Yo, what'd you do?
Uh, are you serious?
You were driving!
It stalled.
Man, you think Dylan would've told us
what to do if it stalled.
Well, what do we do now?
Wow. For someone who's never ridden
a real Sea Jet before,
you're killing it.
You got, like,
eight of the top ten high scores.
And you... got us cheese fries.
Hey, we all play to our strengths.
It's a bummer that our parents didn't sign
our permission slips.
- But at least we got to hang out.
- Yeah, we did.
You know what this calls for?
More cheese fries!
- Hey, Vooch, another round, please!
- For sure!
Six is up!
There you go.
Hey, I couldn't help
but overhear your conversation,
since I was eavesdropping.
Man, overprotective parents. I get it.
One day,
my mom caught her little Voochling
running through the house with a knife,
and you know what she did?
She took it away from you?
Whoa. It's like you were there.
I don't think I was born yet.
Really? It happened last Thursday.
Hmm. Actually,
my parents aren't really overprotective.
They're like my best friends.
But Lizzie looked so sad
that she couldn't ride,
I told her my parents didn't sign
the permission slip,
to make her feel better.
You lied to her?
What? No! I helped a friend. I didn't lie.
I'm terrible at lying.
Sure seems like you did.
Trust me. You'd know if I lied.
I'd be sweating buckets,
I'd have this really weird laugh,
and I'd call everything
"the bomb dot com."
Bomb dot com. Throwback!
Eric, you're letting Lizzie believe
something that isn't true.
Well... I... I was trying to help a friend.
By lying.
Uh, are you okay?
I'm fine. I'm the bomb dot com.
I'm the bomb dot com!
No, I'm not! I'm a liar!
You sure are, little buddy.
Here you go.
Okay, guys, I figured it out.
I was using the old edition.
In the new edition, Appendix C
was actually renamed Addendum...
OMG! Where did they go?
See? I told you I'd get us back
to the beach.
Yeah, you got us back to a beach,
but not our beach.
Where are we?
I don't know. I'm a Sea Jet patroller,
not a GPS.
You are not a sea jet patroller!
You're just the screwup
that's making us miss the competition.
- Why did I listen to you?
- Relax.
Okay? It's gonna be fine.
I'm gonna fix it.
And FYI, all this negativity,
it's not helping.
What is going on? Where are they?
Okay, here we have Tower Two.
Nothing much to see.
Come on, let's move on.
Whoa, whoa. Hold on.
I didn't generously donate those Sea Jets
for the tax write-offs.
No, my business manager, Sheldon, did.
I did it for the smiles.
Dylan, where's your team?
The competition starts in 20 minutes.
Well, they're not missing,
'cause if they were,
they'd be letting their captain down,
which doesn't just reflect badly on me,
it's also a huge disappointment
to Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg?
Why's she dropping RBGs like that?
I'm sure Dylan has everything
under control.
Right, Dylan?
Yup.
I have everything under control.
Who cares? Let's bounce. Hit it, Logan.
Hey, before everyone gets back,
I just wanna say thanks for today.
People never really understand
where I'm coming from about my mom,
but you do, and that means a lot.
Uh, sorry. That's not funny at all.
You're being honest.
Honesty's the bomb dot com.
- Are you okay?
- Hey, look, it's Dylan.
Everybody, look. Dylan's here.
How's everything going?
Well, I blew it. Tyler and Gina ran off.
Neither one of you
has your permission slip signed,
so we don't have anyone to compete
for a spot on the patrol,
and there'll never be
another female captain!
This isn't funny.
I know, it's incredibly stressful.
- Why am I so bad at this?
- I wish there was something we could do.
Actually...
- Your parents signed your permission slip?
- Are you serious?
This is amazing! Come on,
the tryouts are in 15 minutes.
I need to get you trained.
That didn't do it.
Maybe...
That wasn't it, either.
Unless...
It's not gonna work.
It hasn't worked the last ten times,
it's not gonna work now.
Just stop messing around.
I'm not messing around. Believe me.
I'm trying to get this thing fixed.
I got to get back out there.
Well, the competition's gonna start
any minute.
We totally screwed over our team.
You think I don't know that?
I can't believe I did this again.
Ow! I... I hate this thing!
Why won't you tip over?
- What is happening right now?
- I'm taking out my rage!
- Uh, Tyler?
- I know what you're gonna say.
I always screw up. Look,
I'm the one who almost killed Brody.
It was my idea to throw a party
that almost cost us our tower.
And I'm the reason that we're stuck here.
You're right.
You did do all those things.
Wow.
Really thought you were gonna come
over here and make me feel better.
But...
you didn't do 'em alone.
We did 'em together.
And we fixed them together.
As a team.
And we're gonna get
off this beach together.
How do you know?
'Cause when you were having
your little freak-out,
I noticed this thing
was clogged with seaweed.
Are you kidding me?
Uh...
Could you not tell anybody
about my little freak-out?
I make no promises.
Now help me get this thing
back in the water.
If you don't qualify,
Tower Two won't have anyone on patrol.
It's up to you, Eric.
It's a straight shot down to the buoy
and a slalom course on the way back.
Five fastest times make the patrol.
How do you feel?
Well, I betrayed a friend,
abandoned my core beliefs,
and spit in the face of human decency.
So basically,
I feel like a war criminal, Dylan.
I'm not ignoring... all that,
but we're gonna deal with it later, okay?
Now get over there and win that race
for every woman who's been told
they can't!
Are you sure
I should be the one doing that?
No, but you're all I got.
All right.
I'm gonna do this for women.
Man, that sounds weird.
Hey.
Sorry we're late.
Which one of us do you want to compete?
Neither of you!
The race is about to start,
and Eric's already out there.
Where've you guys been?
The Sea Jet stalled,
and then we beached it,
and then Tyler threw
a full-blown freak-out.
- You said you wouldn't tell anyone.
- I made no promises.
I didn't even have time to train Eric.
If he can't pull this off, no one
from our tower's gonna make the patrol.
This is all my fault.
No, it's not, Dylan.
All right? Somebody very wise once said
we're a team.
We mess up together,
and we succeed together.
And that very wise person... was me.
Ow! What did I tell you about my hair?
No matter what happens,
we're in it together.
And who knows? Maybe Eric'll do great.
- Come on, Eric! Whoo!
- Come on, Eric!
You can do it!
Not that way!
He had a fifty-fifty shot.
There he is! Go, Eric!
- Let's go, Eric! Go!
- Go, Eric!
- C'mon, Eric!
- You go, baby!
Come on!
Yes! He's doing it!
- Go, Eric! C'mon!
- Go!
- Come on, Eric!
- Let's go! C'mon!
- Yeah! He did it!
- Yeah!
He did it!
- Whoo!
- Nice!
Hey, guys.
Sorry I couldn't get that thing
out of reverse.
Eric?
Lizzie?
Yeah!
You were amazing out there.
Man, you were great.
I'm so proud of you.
You were so far behind.
How did you get up?
Hey, Lizzie. Can I talk to you for a sec?
I'm so sorry I lied to you.
- I totally get it if you're mad at me.
- I'm not mad at you.
If I'm mad at anyone, it's my mom.
I'm sick of her holding me back
'cause she's afraid.
Hey, nothing held you back out there.
That was awesome.
Thanks for being a good friend.
Wow.
Wow.
I hope you're as proud of yourself
as I am of you.
Just looking at you,
I feel like Malibu Beach is safer already.
Oh, just give 'em the pins.
Just...
wow.
- Okay. Well, you're all dismissed.
- Hey, don't... What're you doing?
It's my job to dismiss them.
Don't have a hissy, Gardvark.
You can dismiss them.
Well, they're gone already!
Oh. Well, then... You're dismissed.
Lizzie!
Not to take way
from anything you did today,
'cause it was great.
But we still have
our permission slip problem.
Like, you don't have a signed one.
Don't worry. I'll have it
in Garvin's box by tomorrow.
I spent all day trying to be the she-ro
of our tower,
but the real she-ro was you all along.
What's a she-ro?
You are.
This is the brown bin.
Kelp is green. It goes in the green bin.
Driftwood is brown.
It goes in the brown bin.
- Why is everybody staring at us?
- It happens to me out here all the time.
I swear, if one more person asks me
if I'm Kevin Hart...
Help me here, people.
I don't know why you're struggling
with this.
Are we late?
No. The meeting starts at five.
It's 4:57.
It's almost like Garvin started early
- just to mess with us.
- I would never admit to that.
Okay, people.
We're in the height of summer break.
Family Day is coming.
There's gonna be a lot of extra people
on the beach. Now, I know you people
can't keep your eye on everything.
But I need you to be vigilant. Okay?
I can't believe it.
Ah! I hate that guy!
What's going on?
I don't know.
What it do, Junior Rescue?
- Who is that?
- That's Thornton Pavey.
He's, like, the richest guy in Malibu.
He donates a bunch of money
to Junior Rescue.
Garvin, el jefe.
- How you been?
- Thornton. What're you doing here?
People are saying
you might need a hand being vigilant.
What? Who's saying that?
- You said it two minutes ago.
- Shut it.
Hey, man. I just want you to know
that I'm here
to help you keep Malibu safe.
Which is why I'm donating...
these babies!
- What?
- Whoa!
- Whoa.
- Cool.
I will ride you.
You're only doing this
to make yourself look good.
I'm doing it because I love Junior Rescue.
But if it makes me look good,
that's just frosting on the cupcake.
You can keep your personal watercraft,
because we don't need 'em!
- What? No, we do!
- We need them very badly.
I'll die if I don't get one.
You can't turn down a donation, Garbanzo.
Hey, I'm thinking we start
a Junior Rescue Sea Jet patrol!
You can't just start a Sea Jet patrol.
Okay?
- You need parental permission.
- Hey, man.
I get it. I'm a daddy.
Which is why I had my lawyer draft up
these permission slips.
Get off my car.
Is this yours?
I bought my gardener one of these.
Do me a solid.
Pass out the slips, would ya?
- Oh, I'll hand 'em out, sir.
- Actually,
Garvin, I think it's better if you do it.
You know, legal purposes.
I don't know what's better.
Getting free Sea Jets
or watching this guy stick it to Garvin.
Ooh, that's a tough one.
But I'm probably gonna have to say
Sea Jets, but by like... that much.
Take these home,
have your parents sign them.
No permission slips, no watercraft.
No exceptions.
Happy now, Thornton?
Always. Aren't you?
Hey! Dylan!
Logan! Ha! Bogan-da-dogan.
Sorry. Hey, girl!
- Hi.
- Why do you have to be so weird?
I don't know.
I'm just trying to tell you...
I hope someone
from your tower makes that patrol.
You do? Why?
In case you haven't noticed,
you're the only girl captain.
So if you mess this up,
it makes us all look bad.
Wow. I never thought of that.
I'm gonna go gas up the Sea Jets,
'cause that's a job my captain gave me.
Don't let us down.
I'm kidding!
But seriously, don't let us down.
Man, I am so pumped,
I could barely sleep last night.
Neither could I,
'cause Tyler kept texting me.
Sorry, man,
I just can't wait to be on that patrol.
I know. That's what you kept texting me.
This is gonna be great.
All right, people,
pass in your signed permission slips.
We have a practice Sea Jet
for a couple of hours.
You're all gonna train on it,
but only our best rider gets to try out
for a spot on the patrol.
Ooh, bummer. Hey, maybe next time, Gina.
Oh, you think you're gonna win.
That's hilarious.
Obviously, it's gonna be...
Me. What?
You think I don't want in on this?
No, it's just that there's no way
your mom signed your permission slip.
Oh, really?
Read it and weep, ding-dongs!
To be honest,
I was a little surprised myself.
I just left it on the kitchen counter
and let her read it in her own time.
Then this morning, on my way out,
she told me it was in my folder.
Uh, Lizzie,
I think you should look at this.
Why?
Because, unless your mom's name
is "In your dreams, Elizabeth."
I would never let you do something
so dangerous. How dare you ask?
"Love, your mother who loves you. Mom,"
- you're not allowed to ride.
- I can't believe this.
I can't believe she fit all that
on the signature line.
- I'm the only one who can't get certified.
- It's gonna be okay.
Out of the three of you,
I'm sure one of you will qualify.
Um... actually, mine isn't signed either.
Seriously?
Only two of you?
I guess it's just me and you today.
Uh, you guys gonna be okay?
- Uh, yeah...
- We'll be...
- See ya!
- Cool!
I don't know why you're running.
I have the keys.
It's good you're getting certified, too,
just in case something happens to me.
Oh, something's definitely gonna happen
to you.
Hey, focus! This is important.
This is the on button,
which is how you turn the Sea Jet...
on.
- Now, if your Sea Jet...
- Oh, man!
She's showing them how to turn it on.
What do you think?
I think we need a longer strap
for these binoculars.
Lizzie,
we're supposed to be watching the beach,
which is that way.
My mom is so overprotective.
Why did she have to be a doctor?
Why couldn't she be a stuntwoman
or an ice road trucker?
Parents, right?
If your Sea Jet stalls,
clear this grate and get it restarted.
If it's still doesn't start,
refer to Appendix C.
Appendix C?
There's no Appendix C.
How am I supposed to train people properly
without an Appendix C?
Dylan, we don't need an Appendix C.
Seriously?
We need all the appendixes we can get.
You two aren't the only ones riding
on this Sea Jet.
The hopes and dreams of women everywhere
are riding along with you.
What?
I'm gonna get another manual.
Oh, man. Tyler's climbing on it?
- It's my turn.
- Now Gina's sitting on it?
Whoo!
- This is torture.
- Hey.
I got an idea.
What are we doing at Vooch's?
We may not be able to ride real Sea Jets,
but I got a bag full of permission slips
that says we can ride that!
You in?
Let's do it.
- Oh! Watch out for that shark.
- Whoa!
Man, she's been gone forever.
We should take this thing
down to the water and ride it.
We should wait for Dylan.
- Let's just stay here.
- She wants one of us to make the patrol.
All right? If we don't train,
then we won't have a chance.
I'm going out there, right?
But you can stay here if you want.
It's not like you're gonna make
Sea Jet patrol anyways.
Ow! My hair!
This is awesome!
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
Check this out, Gina!
- Dude, hurry up.
- So cool!
My turn already!
That was pretty amazing,
if I do say so myself.
Well, you'll have to say it yourself,
'cause I thought it was lame.
My turn.
Let me show you how it's done.
- All right!
- Whoo!
Whoa!
Yeah!
Gettin' sick back there?
Whoo!
- Now that's what I'm talking about.
- All right, whatever.
Now me again.
Okay.
Hey! Whoa, whoa!
Yo, what'd you do?
Uh, are you serious?
You were driving!
It stalled.
Man, you think Dylan would've told us
what to do if it stalled.
Well, what do we do now?
Wow. For someone who's never ridden
a real Sea Jet before,
you're killing it.
You got, like,
eight of the top ten high scores.
And you... got us cheese fries.
Hey, we all play to our strengths.
It's a bummer that our parents didn't sign
our permission slips.
- But at least we got to hang out.
- Yeah, we did.
You know what this calls for?
More cheese fries!
- Hey, Vooch, another round, please!
- For sure!
Six is up!
There you go.
Hey, I couldn't help
but overhear your conversation,
since I was eavesdropping.
Man, overprotective parents. I get it.
One day,
my mom caught her little Voochling
running through the house with a knife,
and you know what she did?
She took it away from you?
Whoa. It's like you were there.
I don't think I was born yet.
Really? It happened last Thursday.
Hmm. Actually,
my parents aren't really overprotective.
They're like my best friends.
But Lizzie looked so sad
that she couldn't ride,
I told her my parents didn't sign
the permission slip,
to make her feel better.
You lied to her?
What? No! I helped a friend. I didn't lie.
I'm terrible at lying.
Sure seems like you did.
Trust me. You'd know if I lied.
I'd be sweating buckets,
I'd have this really weird laugh,
and I'd call everything
"the bomb dot com."
Bomb dot com. Throwback!
Eric, you're letting Lizzie believe
something that isn't true.
Well... I... I was trying to help a friend.
By lying.
Uh, are you okay?
I'm fine. I'm the bomb dot com.
I'm the bomb dot com!
No, I'm not! I'm a liar!
You sure are, little buddy.
Here you go.
Okay, guys, I figured it out.
I was using the old edition.
In the new edition, Appendix C
was actually renamed Addendum...
OMG! Where did they go?
See? I told you I'd get us back
to the beach.
Yeah, you got us back to a beach,
but not our beach.
Where are we?
I don't know. I'm a Sea Jet patroller,
not a GPS.
You are not a sea jet patroller!
You're just the screwup
that's making us miss the competition.
- Why did I listen to you?
- Relax.
Okay? It's gonna be fine.
I'm gonna fix it.
And FYI, all this negativity,
it's not helping.
What is going on? Where are they?
Okay, here we have Tower Two.
Nothing much to see.
Come on, let's move on.
Whoa, whoa. Hold on.
I didn't generously donate those Sea Jets
for the tax write-offs.
No, my business manager, Sheldon, did.
I did it for the smiles.
Dylan, where's your team?
The competition starts in 20 minutes.
Well, they're not missing,
'cause if they were,
they'd be letting their captain down,
which doesn't just reflect badly on me,
it's also a huge disappointment
to Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg?
Why's she dropping RBGs like that?
I'm sure Dylan has everything
under control.
Right, Dylan?
Yup.
I have everything under control.
Who cares? Let's bounce. Hit it, Logan.
Hey, before everyone gets back,
I just wanna say thanks for today.
People never really understand
where I'm coming from about my mom,
but you do, and that means a lot.
Uh, sorry. That's not funny at all.
You're being honest.
Honesty's the bomb dot com.
- Are you okay?
- Hey, look, it's Dylan.
Everybody, look. Dylan's here.
How's everything going?
Well, I blew it. Tyler and Gina ran off.
Neither one of you
has your permission slip signed,
so we don't have anyone to compete
for a spot on the patrol,
and there'll never be
another female captain!
This isn't funny.
I know, it's incredibly stressful.
- Why am I so bad at this?
- I wish there was something we could do.
Actually...
- Your parents signed your permission slip?
- Are you serious?
This is amazing! Come on,
the tryouts are in 15 minutes.
I need to get you trained.
That didn't do it.
Maybe...
That wasn't it, either.
Unless...
It's not gonna work.
It hasn't worked the last ten times,
it's not gonna work now.
Just stop messing around.
I'm not messing around. Believe me.
I'm trying to get this thing fixed.
I got to get back out there.
Well, the competition's gonna start
any minute.
We totally screwed over our team.
You think I don't know that?
I can't believe I did this again.
Ow! I... I hate this thing!
Why won't you tip over?
- What is happening right now?
- I'm taking out my rage!
- Uh, Tyler?
- I know what you're gonna say.
I always screw up. Look,
I'm the one who almost killed Brody.
It was my idea to throw a party
that almost cost us our tower.
And I'm the reason that we're stuck here.
You're right.
You did do all those things.
Wow.
Really thought you were gonna come
over here and make me feel better.
But...
you didn't do 'em alone.
We did 'em together.
And we fixed them together.
As a team.
And we're gonna get
off this beach together.
How do you know?
'Cause when you were having
your little freak-out,
I noticed this thing
was clogged with seaweed.
Are you kidding me?
Uh...
Could you not tell anybody
about my little freak-out?
I make no promises.
Now help me get this thing
back in the water.
If you don't qualify,
Tower Two won't have anyone on patrol.
It's up to you, Eric.
It's a straight shot down to the buoy
and a slalom course on the way back.
Five fastest times make the patrol.
How do you feel?
Well, I betrayed a friend,
abandoned my core beliefs,
and spit in the face of human decency.
So basically,
I feel like a war criminal, Dylan.
I'm not ignoring... all that,
but we're gonna deal with it later, okay?
Now get over there and win that race
for every woman who's been told
they can't!
Are you sure
I should be the one doing that?
No, but you're all I got.
All right.
I'm gonna do this for women.
Man, that sounds weird.
Hey.
Sorry we're late.
Which one of us do you want to compete?
Neither of you!
The race is about to start,
and Eric's already out there.
Where've you guys been?
The Sea Jet stalled,
and then we beached it,
and then Tyler threw
a full-blown freak-out.
- You said you wouldn't tell anyone.
- I made no promises.
I didn't even have time to train Eric.
If he can't pull this off, no one
from our tower's gonna make the patrol.
This is all my fault.
No, it's not, Dylan.
All right? Somebody very wise once said
we're a team.
We mess up together,
and we succeed together.
And that very wise person... was me.
Ow! What did I tell you about my hair?
No matter what happens,
we're in it together.
And who knows? Maybe Eric'll do great.
- Come on, Eric! Whoo!
- Come on, Eric!
You can do it!
Not that way!
He had a fifty-fifty shot.
There he is! Go, Eric!
- Let's go, Eric! Go!
- Go, Eric!
- C'mon, Eric!
- You go, baby!
Come on!
Yes! He's doing it!
- Go, Eric! C'mon!
- Go!
- Come on, Eric!
- Let's go! C'mon!
- Yeah! He did it!
- Yeah!
He did it!
- Whoo!
- Nice!
Hey, guys.
Sorry I couldn't get that thing
out of reverse.
Eric?
Lizzie?
Yeah!
You were amazing out there.
Man, you were great.
I'm so proud of you.
You were so far behind.
How did you get up?
Hey, Lizzie. Can I talk to you for a sec?
I'm so sorry I lied to you.
- I totally get it if you're mad at me.
- I'm not mad at you.
If I'm mad at anyone, it's my mom.
I'm sick of her holding me back
'cause she's afraid.
Hey, nothing held you back out there.
That was awesome.
Thanks for being a good friend.
Wow.
Wow.
I hope you're as proud of yourself
as I am of you.
Just looking at you,
I feel like Malibu Beach is safer already.
Oh, just give 'em the pins.
Just...
wow.
- Okay. Well, you're all dismissed.
- Hey, don't... What're you doing?
It's my job to dismiss them.
Don't have a hissy, Gardvark.
You can dismiss them.
Well, they're gone already!
Oh. Well, then... You're dismissed.
Lizzie!
Not to take way
from anything you did today,
'cause it was great.
But we still have
our permission slip problem.
Like, you don't have a signed one.
Don't worry. I'll have it
in Garvin's box by tomorrow.
I spent all day trying to be the she-ro
of our tower,
but the real she-ro was you all along.
What's a she-ro?
You are.