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In the city of angels, under cover of night, people are drowning in

a sea of light.

The devil holding your life on the line.

Angels are calling, rain for time.

Something's got to give, something's got to bring.

I believe destiny always leads to trouble. I don't mean destiny as in fate

the future.

I mean a slightly bubble -headed person named Destiny Decimone.

Garner and I got a panicky call from her as we finished an all -night stakeout.

This time, destiny did have something to do with fate, as in fatal.

Destiny?

Girl, what are you doing under the pier at six in the morning?

See, I was trying to catch a shuttle here, you know, from the airport this

morning. You travel like that?

No, usually I have two cases.

But this time, all I had was my bag, and there was these two guys chasing me

trying to get it.

Where are they, and where's the bag?

Spiritually, they're in a very, very bad place.

Physically, I hid it up on the pier.

I didn't know exactly what was in Destiny's bag.

but I couldn't shake the feeling that it was definitely trouble.

Excuse me!

You drop it, or I'll take his head off.

You do it, and you're dead.

Please, Mitch.

Nobody has to die.

With the gun down, everybody walks away alive.

Put yours down or she dies.

Don't do it, Mitch.

Throw down the gun. Look, whatever's in the bag, you can have it. I'm a dead

body. Put a hole in her head. She already has a hole in her head.

I will count to three.

If your gun is not down on the ground,

he's dead.

One.

Don't do it.

Two.

Wake up, Conan!

Look, I just want to say one thing, huh?

It was my bad karma, not Mitch's.

Yeah, but why did your bad karma have to rip my new jacket? You're talking about

a ripped jacket? I'm bleeding to death here.

Man, that's a flesh from little men. This won't. You know what? I'll fix it.

the best team strength.

I have my sewing kit right here.

You almost got killed for that.

Destiny accidentally switched bags with a couple of hoods at the airport. She

got the take from a bank job, and they got the tools of her trade.

Hey, check this out.

I found this under the refrigerator to keep it level.

Property. A deed.

Bought and paid for.

Malibu Cliffs Village.

A house.

Bought by our predecessor, Mr. Nicky Pine.

Sunday Times, 1964. A puff piece about him enjoying the California lifestyle in

his estate.

It's in the name of the agency.

Yeah, and I actually got something worth something in this deal.

I? What happened to we, partner?

Come on, guys. You have houses.

I sleep across the hall in X vacuum cleaner store.

Besides, there's no address, just a plot number. So I'm going to go down to the

courthouse and do some research.

Well, while you do that, I just may go out and buy myself an entire new

wardrobe. Buy yourself an entire new wardrobe? You told me you needed my

to invest. I did need you to invest, but... More importantly, I needed you as

partner.

Are we a big time partner?

I think

everyone remembers their first time.

I'll never forget mine.

I was four years old when my father first took me to the beach, and I knew

where I'd always come to clear my head.

But people come here for a lot of reasons, and not everyone has as good a

time as I do.

Public Beach is about a quarter mile that way.

This is where I turn off.

Leave me alone. Let me out.

I'm trying to.

Don't touch me.

The door is fixed.

What is your problem?

Teach me to pick up hitchhiking.

I'll kill your family, you hear me?

20 years as a lifeguard teaches you to recognize people in trouble.

I knew the second I saw her, she was drowning, even though she wasn't even in

the water.

It's okay. It's okay. I'm a lifeguard.

Easy.

Yeah, that'll do.

Hey, okay.

No, no, no, don't get up.

It's okay.

Okay.

I'm not going to hurt you.

All right.

Now, you want to tell me how you hit your head?

Okay, I'll help you.

Hey, Sandy.

Grab the first aid kit, will you?

Okay, take it easy. What I'm going to do is clean this wound up.

What happened?

Oh, she got a little bump on her head.

I want

to take you to lifeguard

headquarters, okay?

and contact your folks, and we want to take you to the hospital for an x -ray.

You don't have to call my folks. I'm all right.

I'm afraid we do.

Just keep some pressure on her.

All right. Have it, girl.

You'll be all right.

Show's over, folks. She's fine.

Think she'd run away?

Probably. Do me a favor. Call headquarters and have children and

meet you there, okay?

Thank you.

See ya.

accidentally drowned Tuesday while swimming off Leo Carrillo's state beach.

Roth, who founded Laser Records in 1986, is survived by his wife of two years,

Irene Copeland Roth. That's right. I should make a statement to the press.

Let's wait a day or two.

You're in mourning.

They'll understand.

Then we'll both make statements.

Grieving widow.

The shocked business partner.

The inept business partner.

How could you let that witness get away?

She didn't talk.

She's too scared.

Find her.

Oh, I will.

Hey.

I'm on it. Don't worry.

Just the two of us now.

We have everything we've ever wanted.

If... That girl talks. We've got nothing.

There's something about the blues that takes your mind off your problems.

But tonight, I just couldn't stop thinking about that girl.

Well, I guess you're upset that now that we're partners, we can't become

romantically involved.

Never mind.

Oh, sorry.

I was just thinking about this runaway I helped on the beach this morning. Her

folks show up. I better explain to them how I let her run away again.

Well, we find runaways. She can hire us.

I can't charge them to find the girl I like to get away.

You're a private eye. Private eyes charge money.

Lifeguards don't.

Exactly how committed to this lifeguard thing are you?

Very. It's my job.

Well, what's being a private investigator?

A hobby?

No. No. It's my other job.

Look, I don't know what it is yet, okay?

But if you're worried, I won't be there to back you up.

Don't.

It's what I do best.

Wow.

Aren't you taking this midlife crisis thing a little too far?

Well,

I think he looks totally cosmic.

Totally cosmic.

My man, what's happening with the threads? You're looking good.

Man thinks he's Shaft. You mean he's a bad mother? Shut your mouth. He's a

complicated man.

And nobody understands him but his woman.

Nobody understands him, period.

Except you, which is why we're parted. I knew there had to be a reason.

John Shaft.

Well, listen, come on. Let's go over to the bar so I can show you off. You're

cleaning the chitlin', brother. You know that?

What do you mean?

Modern surveillance techniques.

Man, if you're not surveilling that, that book ain't working.

Well, if I study that, I will never get my P .I. life.

What's on your mind other than the obvious?

Are you here about that record producer drowning?

Yeah, Tom Roth.

I used to watch him train.

What do you think it was? Gramps?

Rope? No kidding. The guy was in awesome shape.

Doesn't make sense. There were no tricky currents that day. No rip being hit in

the ground.

That's weird.

Yeah, it is weird.

You know, I got a buddy downtown hanging the case. I could see what I could find

out. Do I detect a little sleuthing?

Why not?

I'm looking for Mitch Buchanan. Yes, I'm Mitch.

I'm Lorraine Cartwright.

The people at Lifeguard headquarters told me that you found my daughter on

beach yesterday.

Yes. Yes, I did. Please come in.

They told me that she was hurt. No, no. She wasn't badly hurt.

Well, how would you know? You let her get away.

You don't know how badly Haley's been hurt, why she ran away.

Mrs. Cartwright, please.

Sit down.

This is my partner, Garner Allergy.

I'm sorry. I just need to find Haley.

Please help me find her. Don't worry, Mrs. Cartwright. We'll help you find

daughter. Do you have any photographs of Haley? Yes.

Haley's a good girl, really. She just started hanging out with the Hollywood

crowd that comes to Provo for skiing.

I found this postcard in her room.

Dear Haley, surfing beats skiing.

Any day of the year, Mingo.

Well, we should be able to find a surfer named Mingo. What do you think?

Mitch. Hey, hey, where you been, man? I'm working, man, working. Any luck?

No luck in finding the girl, but I did find out where Mingo surfs. How about

you? Well, I talked to my buddy downtown.

Seems LAPD ruled Tom Roth's death accidental drowning.

That's ridiculous.

Yeah, he was a water animal. He won the Catalina Channel Race five years in a

row. I don't buy a word of that.

You? Well, I mean, could have been some foul play involved, but not according to

the medical examiner.

Do me a favor. Will you stay on it?

I'm on it. And you go find Haley Cartwright.

Is Mingo there?

Oh, hi, it's me, Haley Cartwright. Remember me?

I'm in L .A.

Can I come over?

Right now?

Okay.

Hey, Max.

Any luck?

All bad.

I just walked five miles of T -shirt shops, fast food joints, and touching

parlors. Nobody seen me in a cart ride.

Poor kid.

It's scary when you're out there on your own, you know?

You ever run away?

Yeah.

When I was nine.

My father had just gotten transferred to a new fire squadron in Norfolk,

Virginia.

It was like our fourth move in two years.

Then your fourth house in two years, and your fourth school in two years, and by

golly, you'd show him.

Yeah, exactly.

New neighbors, new teachers, new friends.

Same old story.

I can't imagine how ticked off I got.

Knowing you, yes, I can.

I grabbed Emma, my favorite doll, made a peanut butter and banana sandwich, and

just took off.

Did you slice that banana or did you mush it up?

I mushed it.

Absolutely. It's the only way.

Only way to go.

How long were you gone?

Two hours.

It got dark.

Yeah.

I ran away.

Oh, yeah?

For how long?

Well, a heck of a lot longer than two hours.

Of course, I had seven brothers and sisters and nobody noticed I was gone

bedtime.

I was going to hold two and a half hours.

Is this a great place to live or what?

Look at that view.

And look at that sad face.

You're killing me. What do you want?

Preferably something that doesn't roll off the cliff during an earthquake. Come

on, come on. Look at this. This place is rock solid.

Then you live here.

Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea what a lot like this costs?

A half a million, million bucks, maybe two.

It's a trailer park. It's a trailer park in Malibu, kid.

Well, at least now I know, while they took the picture of Nicky from behind

you face this way and you see the beach.

If you look that way, you see that.

Yeah.

Did you take a peek inside?

No, no, no. You know what?

I don't have to.

You got New York style and Texas grit, kid.

You'll make this into a classic private detective pad in no time.

Rockford, remember him? He lived in a trailer.

Do I look like James Garner to you?

Surf side six down.

Well, it was another classic private detective show also on the beach.

They lived in a houseboat.

Call me crazy, but I don't think that thing's going to float.

A little sleuthing might help change your mind.

This is the medical examiner's report.

A guy named Tom Ross who drowned yesterday.

It's forensic mumbo -jumbo to me.

Would you do me a favor and just look at this and tell me what it says later?

Where are you going?

To a party. Who?

Tom Ross.

I thought you said he drowned.

He did, but his will said he wanted a party. So his partner's granting his

wish.

Hey, when I die, will you throw me a party?

Yeah. Right here in my Malibu estate.

Thank you.

I dropped by Nice to see what I could find out about Mingo.

About Haley, about anything.

After that, I was off to a party for a day.

It kisses you with passion, but you know passion fades away.

Like a robber at midnight,

come on and steal it from your home.

Soon you're asking the daylight,

why am I...

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you.

Mrs. Rother, I knew your husband. That's why I followed you in here.

This party must be very hard on you.

Yes, but Tom loved parties.

Did you work with my husband?

No, no. We met a few times on the beach.

My name is Mitch, Mitch Buchanan. Nice to meet you. Thank you for coming.

My pleasure.

Do you live in Malibu?

No, actually, I work in Malibu.

I'm a lifeguard.

I wish you'd been working there that day Tom was out swimming.

So do I, Mrs. Roth.

So do I.

Well, perhaps.

He'll be around when I scatter his ashes at sea tomorrow.

Tom loved the ocean.

Mrs. Roth, obviously this isn't the time or place, but... I need to ask you a

question.

Certainly. The coroner's office ruled Tom's death accidental.

I'm not convinced.

What do you mean?

Well, the injuries that were caused by the rocks happened after he died.

All except for one, one bruise right here.

That, that happened when Tom slipped off our treadmill, fell against the weight

rack.

My husband wasn't suicidal, if that's what you're getting at, Mr. Buchanan.

Tom just pushed himself a little too hard.

This time he paid the ultimate price.

Thank you very much for your time, and again, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Bye.

So, did he say

anything? He knows.

He's guessing.

Without the girl, he doesn't have a shred of evidence.

You better make sure he doesn't get any.

I've hired someone they'll find the girl.

She'll never talk.

Oh, come on now, it's only going to take a minute. I'm looking for a friend of

yours, Haley Cartwright. Have you seen her?

Lots of girls on the beach. Yeah, but you don't send them all postcards.

Look, I'm not the he, okay?

Her mother's looking for her, that's all.

Look, I don't want to get involved.

Just give me something to work with, huh?

Or we're going to be out this for a while.

I'm looking.

I saw her last night. She was really freaked.

She wanted to go to Mexico on some fishing boat named La Serena or

I gave her some dough.

I don't really know her.

I'm sure Mitch will contact us as soon as he finds Haley.

No, no, no. There aren't too many fishing boats called La Serena, Mrs.

Cartwright. Don't worry.

Okay, we'll call you.

All right, you're welcome. Bye -bye.

Goodbye.

Thank God they found her.

Let's go get her.

I'll get it.

I'm Lorraine Cartwright.

I'm looking for a lifeguard, Mitch Buchanan.

Did you say Lorraine Cartwright?

There was a message on my machine in Provo when I got home about my daughter,

Haley, that Mr.

Buchanan might know where she is.

I, um, hope you don't consider this rude, but in cases of minors, we have to

sure. Do you have any ID?

Of course. I've got driver's license, credit cards. I even brought Haley's

certificate, just in case.

Does Haley have another mother?

Stepmother? Birth mother?

No.

Why?

Had something happened?

Make it all cold over there. Thanks.

He said, Vamanos. Come on, let's go.

Not you.

Guys, I just want to find this girl.

Look, I know she's on the boat here, guys. Come on.

Wait.

Wait, wait.

No, I wasn't there. I wasn't there.

Don't hurt him. It's okay. I know him.

Thanks.

They were just trying to help.

Haley, so am I.

So am I.

He's not in his car.

Let's go.

Did he come with her?

Haley, your mother was alone.

She's really worried about you. He probably said it would drag me back. I

go back.

Who? Your father?

He's not my father.

My mom's boyfriend. I hate him.

She won't believe me, but he slaps me around.

And other stuff.

I tried to tell her.

She won't leave him.

Okay, fine. So I left and I'm not going back until he's gone. No one's going to

make you go back.

Least of all me. No way. Not to abuse.

I helped you before.

I'm not going to stop now.

So how'd you find me anyway?

Mingo.

Your mom gave me his postcard.

How could she? I brought this with me. It was in my backpack.

Where's your backpack?

I dropped it when... When what?

When what, Haley? You've got to trust me on this.

I can't.

You know, I have a son.

His name's Hobie. He's almost the same age as you.

You know what I tell him?

No matter how much trouble he's in, or no matter how bad things look, all he's

going to do is tell me the truth, and I'm right there with him to do the same

for you.

It's bad.

Doesn't matter.

I saw a man.

He was in scuba gear.

He grabbed a man who was swimming and he dragged him underwater.

He chased me. He said that if I told him, he would kill me.

I'm glad you told me. Enough is going to happen to you.

It's your mother.

It's not my mom.

End of the line, lady.

Mom?

Mom?

Lucky ticket.

So the bottom line is Tom Roth caught his wife and partner in bed together.

Ouch. So they killed him before we could dissolve both parties.

Yeah, so much for marriage counseling, huh?

So who was Lorraine, the first one?

She was just some hired help.

So you think Haley will be able to handle test fire? Yeah. Yeah, she's a

girl. Her mom's there for her.

Where's Brian?

Ryan is at her Malibu estate trying to figure out how to make a classic

detective pad out of a dilapidated trailer.

She is actually going to live there? The woman loves the challenge.

Mr. Ellaby?

Thank you, Mr. Buchanan.

Woo!

No heat.

No water.

I guess it can't get any worse than that.

There's a price you've got to pay.

You can't run in the night.

You can hear the baron's call as another angel

falls.

Great to the boulevard in the blink of an eye. The devil is watching as we fly

into the night.

You can hear the sirens call as another angel...