Malibu Rescue (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Stranger Flings - full transcript
Okay, so Family Day got intense,
and feelings came out,
but that doesn't change anything.
Everything is gonna be exactly the...
same.
Ow.
Everything's gonna be exactly the same.
Lizzie and I were only pretending
we liked each other,
but then... why did it feel so real?
I mean,
I said all those nice things,
and... I think I meant them.
I know I meant them.
So, what now?
Do I tell her?
No, I can't tell her.
It'll make things too weird.
Okay, it's decided.
I won't tell Lizzie I like her.
Oh, my God! I like Lizzie!
You guys!
You got to be more careful.
We're Malibu Rescue, for crying out loud!
Hey, guys!
Hello?
Hey!
Hey!
Okay.
So, I asked Garvin if I could talk
to you guys
about something
that's really important to me.
And he was like, "No!"
And I was like, "But I already have
the presentation made!"
And he was like, "Fine! Get out!"
So, without further ad-wah,
I give you sea turtle nesting season!
Aww!
What? I can like cute things.
Turtles are dumb.
They're not dumb! But they are endangered.
Uh, yeah!
- 'Cause they're dumb.
- Oh!
In addition to our regular duties,
we need to make sure no one goes
into their nesting area.
It's up to us to protect
those adorable little turtles
as they scamper their way
towards the ocean.
Any questions?
Lizzie! Has a question, I think.
Do you have a question?
No...
I have a question.
Did you fall asleep
during your presentation too?
Oh, come on, guys. It wasn't that boring.
Tyler, it's fine.
All right, everybody, let's get out there
and protect some turtles!
Also humans. But they're not endangered,
so if there's a choice, choose turtle!
What's he doing?
Oh, no!
The turtles!
Wha... Hey! Watch out!
Hey, buddy!
You can't do that here!
I'm not racing you, dummy!
Stop! You're headed for the turtle zone!
I said stop!
Make me!
Shoulda listened.
Oh, that's not good.
If you're gonna kiss me,
don't you wanna know my name first?
You're faking?
No, I'm Chote.
I don't care who you are!
You were about to ride that thing
into a turtle zone!
I thought
you were trying to outrace me.
I did outrace you!
And I'm confiscating this.
And I was two inches from his mouth,
and he's like,
"If you're gonna kiss me,
don't you wanna know my name?"
Oh, that line's legit.
Legit creepy. I would never say something
like that.
At least you stopped him
before he got to the turtles.
Yeah. Good job, Gina.
I think my foot just touched
Lizzie's foot. What do I do?
Should I move it? I mean...
She's not moving hers.
Maybe she likes me.
Dude, uh,
why is your foot touching my foot?
Your foot?
Um... Because I like you?
Cool, man! I like you, too.
Please tell me one of you idiots did not
confiscate Chote Pavey's Flyboard.
Please tell me
that's not Chote Pavey's Flyboard.
Gina, you didn't say it was Chote Pavey.
Who's Chote Pavey?
You don't know who Chote Pavey is?
Would I have asked if I did?
Could you be more Valley right now?
Remember that super rich guy
who gave us those sea jets?
Chote is his son. He throws, like,
the best parties in Malibu.
I've heard. I've never really been to one.
So he's rich. That doesn't mean
he gets special treatment.
Uh, that's exactly what it means.
Dylan...
if your stupid tower got us kicked off
of Chote Pavey's party list,
- I swear...
- I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Chote! What's up, bro? Oh! Uh...
I got your board back.
Thanks, Spence.
Things got pretty intense out there.
Oh, I heard, bro, and I am so sorry.
We've got some Valley rats infesting
Tower Two this summer, so...
No, it was my bad. I was being an idiot.
But somebody had the guts
to put me in my place.
It made me realize the amazing job
that Junior Rescue does here.
You guys work really hard
and you don't always get the thanks
you deserve.
So, to thank you for everything you do,
I'm throwing you a party
at my house this afternoon.
- Hey, hey!
- Yes, Chote!
Too bad we can't go.
We've got a job to do.
Being lifeguards.
Boo, Gina.
No worries. I'll just throw the party
at headquarters.
I'm sure Garvin will be cool with it,
considering all the money
my dad's donated.
Yes, Chote!
I don't care how much money your dad has.
- We're not going to your party.
- Boo, Gina.
Listen, Gina, you don't have to go
if you don't want to.
I understand
that I can be kind of intimidating.
You think I'm intimidated by you?
Well, you're not coming to my party, so...
Oh, I'll be there.
Yes! We're going to a party!
Uh, don't share any pictures.
My mom may be Insta-stalking you
under an alias.
She's talking right to you.
Say something! Anything!
It's par-tay time!
See you there.
Or should I say, "here"?
Can you believe that guy?
Like that game would actually work
on anyone.
Oh... my... God!
I know! Wow.
They're delivering a commercial grade
slushie machine at HQ.
I didn't even know you could get those
for personal use!
Are those tall tables?
This party is so fancy.
I can't believe you're all losing it
over slushie machines,
tall tables, and a taco bar.
- There's a taco bar?
- I can't believe I'm going
to my first Chote Pavey party!
I'm so nervous.
If I start saying something stupid,
just slap me. Slap me right in the face.
I don't get why you're so excited.
- Oh, no!
- The only reason we're going
is to show that stupid idiot Chote
that we're not impressed
by his stupid idiot party.
Also, taco bar.
Um, actually, on second thought,
I think I'm gonna skip this one.
What?
Oh, it's almost time.
We better go get ready.
- Whatever.
- Oh, uh, Eric, you coming with us?
Oh! It's time to par-tay time already?
Uh...
I'll be there in a second, cool sauce.
Cool sauce?
I can't go to that party.
I'm a mess around Lizzie.
You're right.
Of course I'm right!
Dylan, what's going on?
All right, you were so excited,
and now you don't wanna go?
- I just don't feel like it.
- I know what it is.
- You do?
- Yeah.
You're one of those people that panics
at taco bars.
All right? You're afraid
you're gonna mispronounce "frijoles,"
and everyone is gonna make fun of you.
Yup, yup, that's it. You got me!
- You know, have a good time.
- Wait, Dylan.
You have to come. The party's
for Junior Rescue, and you're our captain.
Don't worry.
I'll order the frijoles for you.
I don't care how many slushie machines
he put in here.
It's the headquarters.
It's gonna look like...
- Like, the best party ever! Come on.
- Huh?
Whoa.
This is gonna be awesome. Right, Dylan?
Dylan?
We're about to walk into a party.
You sure you wanna commit to this look?
Let's just do this.
Oh, hey. I didn't see you come in
because I was up there.
Get over yourself. Anybody can do that.
And yet, no one has.
So, not bad, right?
Whatever, show-off.
Slushie?
Whoa, take it easy with that!
Brain freeze is no joke.
Brain freeze? What's that?
I've never heard of it.
Oh, so it's like that.
Yeah, it is like that.
Unless you can't keep up?
Let's do it.
Don't worry, okay? I'm here for you.
I'll just tell the taco lady
that you want free-jol-ays.
"Free-jol-ays"? Dang it,
now I'm saying it wrong!
- Tyler, I just...
- Whoa! Watch it.
Is that you, Dylan?
Just when I think you can't get weirder,
you... get weirder.
Hey,
why are you always such a jerk to her?
- Guys, just drop it.
- No.
I know that you don't like me
because I'm from the Valley,
but Dylan's from Malibu, just like you.
Uh, she might be from the Bu,
but she's nothing like me.
You know what?
I'm... I'm actually not hungry anymore.
- No, we're up next for frijoles!
- Yes, I'm back.
What should I do?
What should I do?
Not telling Lizzie how I feel is...
making things weird.
So that's it.
I have to tell her.
I'm telling her.
What am I thinking?
I can't tell her.
What if she doesn't feel the same way?
I'll ruin everything.
Okay.
I'm gonna stay here and not tell her.
But I can't avoid her forever!
And... I can't stop thinking about her.
I just got to take the risk and tell her.
That's it. I'm going to the party.
Just go already!
Right!
I don't get it.
Eric's acting so weird.
Do you think he's mad at me?
Maybe making him pretend to be a couple
was too much.
That's a lot to ask of a real boyfriend,
let alone a fake one.
That is a lot of information. Uh, right.
But all I really need to know is black
or pinto?
It's a really long line.
I have to talk to Eric.
Okay...
- Come on!
- You got it, girl.
Watch out. That slushie's cold.
You're gonna get brain freeze.
My brain's fine, but you look
like you're hurting.
Come on, don't let that slushie beat you.
- Come on.
- You got it.
- You got that, man!
- Oh! Oh!
Ooh!
It's too cold!
That slushie's freezing your brain.
Give up, Gina!
Aw, Gigi, what happened?
You were so confident.
And then you lost.
I guess I'm just too much for you.
Two things.
One, call me Gigi again,
and I'll break your face.
And two, I didn't lose. We're tied, dummy.
What are you talking about?
- I beat you in the race this morning.
- You said we weren't racing.
- We weren't. And I still beat you.
- Looks like we need a tiebreaker.
- How about we arm wrestle?
- Yawn.
I'm thinking we race to the buoy and back.
Dude. I'm Junior Rescue.
I do that on the reg.
Whatever we do has to shut you up
for good.
All right.
I got something.
I'm just afraid you can't handle it.
Bring it.
There you are. I brought you a taco.
Thanks.
Spencer sucks, all right?
You just got to ignore him.
- You can't let guys like that get to you.
- I don't care about Spencer.
Then why did you run away?
I didn't want my mom to hear.
Your mom?
The lady at the taco bar is my mom.
She works for the caterer.
So what? Your mom's a waitress.
You don't have to be embarrassed.
I'm not embarrassed. My mom is awesome.
But we're not rich like Spencer
and those guys.
I just...
didn't want her hearing the way
he treats me.
I don't want her thinking that...
what she does isn't enough.
That's why you didn't wanna come.
I texted her
when I saw the catering truck,
and she told me she'd be working
this party.
I thought if I could hide from Spencer,
and then he wouldn't say anything,
and then she wouldn't know,
and then it'd all be fine.
You know what?
Spencer's a snob.
You're proud of your mom, right?
And I guarantee she's proud of you.
Nothing Spencer says
could ever take that away.
But I will parasail him into a cliff
if you want me to do that.
Okay. I'm gonna find Lizzie
and tell her how I feel.
Again?
What is wrong with me?
I got to find Lizzie.
Eric? I need to talk to you!
Eric?
What are we doing here?
You'll see.
What are you doing?
You said you wanted a tiebreaker.
Whoever gets my shirt and brings it back
to shore first wins.
Unless you're scared.
I'm not scared.
Well, great.
Let's do it.
One.
Two.
Chote!
I'm coming down!
Oh, God!
Please be okay. Please be okay.
Please be okay. Come on.
Come on!
Come on!
- I knew you thought I was cute.
- You jerk!
We could have died!
And you almost did!
Yeah, but I'm fine.
You saved my life.
Aw!
Chote, look, it's the turtles.
Let's get matching turtle tattoos.
I got to go.
- But I was just about...
- Don't say it,
'cause if you do,
then I'm gonna wanna do it,
- and then I'll be better at it than you.
- No, you won't.
Yes, I will!
Hey, Mom?
Dylan! Hi.
Listen, I'm so sorry about this.
It's got to be really embarrassing
having your mom...
- I love you.
- Oh! I love you.
What are you doing?
I'm hugging my mom.
Your mom's a caterer?
That is hilarious.
Why? Because she works hard to support me?
Or is it because I appreciate her,
and I wanna make her proud?
Which part exactly is hilarious?
Uh, jokes aren't funny
if you have to explain them.
- Or maybe your jokes just aren't funny?
- Um...
Since when does she stand up to you?
I don't know,
but it's making me uncomfortable,
- so can we please go?
- Right, let's go.
Wow. Your friends seem, uh...
They are not my friends.
Thank God.
I think they're terrible people.
I know.
But he is.
This is Tyler.
Oh! So you're the Tyler?
I'm the Tyler?
Like the Tyler you talk about at home?
- Let's just go dance.
- Oh, so you wanna dance with the Tyler?
Mother, I'm so glad you came.
Yeah. Oh!
Lizzie!
Eric!
- Hey.
- Hi.
I'm sorry I was so weird. I just...
really got in my head
and started thinking a bunch of stuff.
The cool sauce thing? What even...
I like you.
What?
I could've said anything on Family Day.
I could've made up any lie,
but I said that we were together,
and I think it's because...
I like you, too.
Oh.
So...
What now?
and feelings came out,
but that doesn't change anything.
Everything is gonna be exactly the...
same.
Ow.
Everything's gonna be exactly the same.
Lizzie and I were only pretending
we liked each other,
but then... why did it feel so real?
I mean,
I said all those nice things,
and... I think I meant them.
I know I meant them.
So, what now?
Do I tell her?
No, I can't tell her.
It'll make things too weird.
Okay, it's decided.
I won't tell Lizzie I like her.
Oh, my God! I like Lizzie!
You guys!
You got to be more careful.
We're Malibu Rescue, for crying out loud!
Hey, guys!
Hello?
Hey!
Hey!
Okay.
So, I asked Garvin if I could talk
to you guys
about something
that's really important to me.
And he was like, "No!"
And I was like, "But I already have
the presentation made!"
And he was like, "Fine! Get out!"
So, without further ad-wah,
I give you sea turtle nesting season!
Aww!
What? I can like cute things.
Turtles are dumb.
They're not dumb! But they are endangered.
Uh, yeah!
- 'Cause they're dumb.
- Oh!
In addition to our regular duties,
we need to make sure no one goes
into their nesting area.
It's up to us to protect
those adorable little turtles
as they scamper their way
towards the ocean.
Any questions?
Lizzie! Has a question, I think.
Do you have a question?
No...
I have a question.
Did you fall asleep
during your presentation too?
Oh, come on, guys. It wasn't that boring.
Tyler, it's fine.
All right, everybody, let's get out there
and protect some turtles!
Also humans. But they're not endangered,
so if there's a choice, choose turtle!
What's he doing?
Oh, no!
The turtles!
Wha... Hey! Watch out!
Hey, buddy!
You can't do that here!
I'm not racing you, dummy!
Stop! You're headed for the turtle zone!
I said stop!
Make me!
Shoulda listened.
Oh, that's not good.
If you're gonna kiss me,
don't you wanna know my name first?
You're faking?
No, I'm Chote.
I don't care who you are!
You were about to ride that thing
into a turtle zone!
I thought
you were trying to outrace me.
I did outrace you!
And I'm confiscating this.
And I was two inches from his mouth,
and he's like,
"If you're gonna kiss me,
don't you wanna know my name?"
Oh, that line's legit.
Legit creepy. I would never say something
like that.
At least you stopped him
before he got to the turtles.
Yeah. Good job, Gina.
I think my foot just touched
Lizzie's foot. What do I do?
Should I move it? I mean...
She's not moving hers.
Maybe she likes me.
Dude, uh,
why is your foot touching my foot?
Your foot?
Um... Because I like you?
Cool, man! I like you, too.
Please tell me one of you idiots did not
confiscate Chote Pavey's Flyboard.
Please tell me
that's not Chote Pavey's Flyboard.
Gina, you didn't say it was Chote Pavey.
Who's Chote Pavey?
You don't know who Chote Pavey is?
Would I have asked if I did?
Could you be more Valley right now?
Remember that super rich guy
who gave us those sea jets?
Chote is his son. He throws, like,
the best parties in Malibu.
I've heard. I've never really been to one.
So he's rich. That doesn't mean
he gets special treatment.
Uh, that's exactly what it means.
Dylan...
if your stupid tower got us kicked off
of Chote Pavey's party list,
- I swear...
- I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Chote! What's up, bro? Oh! Uh...
I got your board back.
Thanks, Spence.
Things got pretty intense out there.
Oh, I heard, bro, and I am so sorry.
We've got some Valley rats infesting
Tower Two this summer, so...
No, it was my bad. I was being an idiot.
But somebody had the guts
to put me in my place.
It made me realize the amazing job
that Junior Rescue does here.
You guys work really hard
and you don't always get the thanks
you deserve.
So, to thank you for everything you do,
I'm throwing you a party
at my house this afternoon.
- Hey, hey!
- Yes, Chote!
Too bad we can't go.
We've got a job to do.
Being lifeguards.
Boo, Gina.
No worries. I'll just throw the party
at headquarters.
I'm sure Garvin will be cool with it,
considering all the money
my dad's donated.
Yes, Chote!
I don't care how much money your dad has.
- We're not going to your party.
- Boo, Gina.
Listen, Gina, you don't have to go
if you don't want to.
I understand
that I can be kind of intimidating.
You think I'm intimidated by you?
Well, you're not coming to my party, so...
Oh, I'll be there.
Yes! We're going to a party!
Uh, don't share any pictures.
My mom may be Insta-stalking you
under an alias.
She's talking right to you.
Say something! Anything!
It's par-tay time!
See you there.
Or should I say, "here"?
Can you believe that guy?
Like that game would actually work
on anyone.
Oh... my... God!
I know! Wow.
They're delivering a commercial grade
slushie machine at HQ.
I didn't even know you could get those
for personal use!
Are those tall tables?
This party is so fancy.
I can't believe you're all losing it
over slushie machines,
tall tables, and a taco bar.
- There's a taco bar?
- I can't believe I'm going
to my first Chote Pavey party!
I'm so nervous.
If I start saying something stupid,
just slap me. Slap me right in the face.
I don't get why you're so excited.
- Oh, no!
- The only reason we're going
is to show that stupid idiot Chote
that we're not impressed
by his stupid idiot party.
Also, taco bar.
Um, actually, on second thought,
I think I'm gonna skip this one.
What?
Oh, it's almost time.
We better go get ready.
- Whatever.
- Oh, uh, Eric, you coming with us?
Oh! It's time to par-tay time already?
Uh...
I'll be there in a second, cool sauce.
Cool sauce?
I can't go to that party.
I'm a mess around Lizzie.
You're right.
Of course I'm right!
Dylan, what's going on?
All right, you were so excited,
and now you don't wanna go?
- I just don't feel like it.
- I know what it is.
- You do?
- Yeah.
You're one of those people that panics
at taco bars.
All right? You're afraid
you're gonna mispronounce "frijoles,"
and everyone is gonna make fun of you.
Yup, yup, that's it. You got me!
- You know, have a good time.
- Wait, Dylan.
You have to come. The party's
for Junior Rescue, and you're our captain.
Don't worry.
I'll order the frijoles for you.
I don't care how many slushie machines
he put in here.
It's the headquarters.
It's gonna look like...
- Like, the best party ever! Come on.
- Huh?
Whoa.
This is gonna be awesome. Right, Dylan?
Dylan?
We're about to walk into a party.
You sure you wanna commit to this look?
Let's just do this.
Oh, hey. I didn't see you come in
because I was up there.
Get over yourself. Anybody can do that.
And yet, no one has.
So, not bad, right?
Whatever, show-off.
Slushie?
Whoa, take it easy with that!
Brain freeze is no joke.
Brain freeze? What's that?
I've never heard of it.
Oh, so it's like that.
Yeah, it is like that.
Unless you can't keep up?
Let's do it.
Don't worry, okay? I'm here for you.
I'll just tell the taco lady
that you want free-jol-ays.
"Free-jol-ays"? Dang it,
now I'm saying it wrong!
- Tyler, I just...
- Whoa! Watch it.
Is that you, Dylan?
Just when I think you can't get weirder,
you... get weirder.
Hey,
why are you always such a jerk to her?
- Guys, just drop it.
- No.
I know that you don't like me
because I'm from the Valley,
but Dylan's from Malibu, just like you.
Uh, she might be from the Bu,
but she's nothing like me.
You know what?
I'm... I'm actually not hungry anymore.
- No, we're up next for frijoles!
- Yes, I'm back.
What should I do?
What should I do?
Not telling Lizzie how I feel is...
making things weird.
So that's it.
I have to tell her.
I'm telling her.
What am I thinking?
I can't tell her.
What if she doesn't feel the same way?
I'll ruin everything.
Okay.
I'm gonna stay here and not tell her.
But I can't avoid her forever!
And... I can't stop thinking about her.
I just got to take the risk and tell her.
That's it. I'm going to the party.
Just go already!
Right!
I don't get it.
Eric's acting so weird.
Do you think he's mad at me?
Maybe making him pretend to be a couple
was too much.
That's a lot to ask of a real boyfriend,
let alone a fake one.
That is a lot of information. Uh, right.
But all I really need to know is black
or pinto?
It's a really long line.
I have to talk to Eric.
Okay...
- Come on!
- You got it, girl.
Watch out. That slushie's cold.
You're gonna get brain freeze.
My brain's fine, but you look
like you're hurting.
Come on, don't let that slushie beat you.
- Come on.
- You got it.
- You got that, man!
- Oh! Oh!
Ooh!
It's too cold!
That slushie's freezing your brain.
Give up, Gina!
Aw, Gigi, what happened?
You were so confident.
And then you lost.
I guess I'm just too much for you.
Two things.
One, call me Gigi again,
and I'll break your face.
And two, I didn't lose. We're tied, dummy.
What are you talking about?
- I beat you in the race this morning.
- You said we weren't racing.
- We weren't. And I still beat you.
- Looks like we need a tiebreaker.
- How about we arm wrestle?
- Yawn.
I'm thinking we race to the buoy and back.
Dude. I'm Junior Rescue.
I do that on the reg.
Whatever we do has to shut you up
for good.
All right.
I got something.
I'm just afraid you can't handle it.
Bring it.
There you are. I brought you a taco.
Thanks.
Spencer sucks, all right?
You just got to ignore him.
- You can't let guys like that get to you.
- I don't care about Spencer.
Then why did you run away?
I didn't want my mom to hear.
Your mom?
The lady at the taco bar is my mom.
She works for the caterer.
So what? Your mom's a waitress.
You don't have to be embarrassed.
I'm not embarrassed. My mom is awesome.
But we're not rich like Spencer
and those guys.
I just...
didn't want her hearing the way
he treats me.
I don't want her thinking that...
what she does isn't enough.
That's why you didn't wanna come.
I texted her
when I saw the catering truck,
and she told me she'd be working
this party.
I thought if I could hide from Spencer,
and then he wouldn't say anything,
and then she wouldn't know,
and then it'd all be fine.
You know what?
Spencer's a snob.
You're proud of your mom, right?
And I guarantee she's proud of you.
Nothing Spencer says
could ever take that away.
But I will parasail him into a cliff
if you want me to do that.
Okay. I'm gonna find Lizzie
and tell her how I feel.
Again?
What is wrong with me?
I got to find Lizzie.
Eric? I need to talk to you!
Eric?
What are we doing here?
You'll see.
What are you doing?
You said you wanted a tiebreaker.
Whoever gets my shirt and brings it back
to shore first wins.
Unless you're scared.
I'm not scared.
Well, great.
Let's do it.
One.
Two.
Chote!
I'm coming down!
Oh, God!
Please be okay. Please be okay.
Please be okay. Come on.
Come on!
Come on!
- I knew you thought I was cute.
- You jerk!
We could have died!
And you almost did!
Yeah, but I'm fine.
You saved my life.
Aw!
Chote, look, it's the turtles.
Let's get matching turtle tattoos.
I got to go.
- But I was just about...
- Don't say it,
'cause if you do,
then I'm gonna wanna do it,
- and then I'll be better at it than you.
- No, you won't.
Yes, I will!
Hey, Mom?
Dylan! Hi.
Listen, I'm so sorry about this.
It's got to be really embarrassing
having your mom...
- I love you.
- Oh! I love you.
What are you doing?
I'm hugging my mom.
Your mom's a caterer?
That is hilarious.
Why? Because she works hard to support me?
Or is it because I appreciate her,
and I wanna make her proud?
Which part exactly is hilarious?
Uh, jokes aren't funny
if you have to explain them.
- Or maybe your jokes just aren't funny?
- Um...
Since when does she stand up to you?
I don't know,
but it's making me uncomfortable,
- so can we please go?
- Right, let's go.
Wow. Your friends seem, uh...
They are not my friends.
Thank God.
I think they're terrible people.
I know.
But he is.
This is Tyler.
Oh! So you're the Tyler?
I'm the Tyler?
Like the Tyler you talk about at home?
- Let's just go dance.
- Oh, so you wanna dance with the Tyler?
Mother, I'm so glad you came.
Yeah. Oh!
Lizzie!
Eric!
- Hey.
- Hi.
I'm sorry I was so weird. I just...
really got in my head
and started thinking a bunch of stuff.
The cool sauce thing? What even...
I like you.
What?
I could've said anything on Family Day.
I could've made up any lie,
but I said that we were together,
and I think it's because...
I like you, too.
Oh.
So...
What now?