Baywatch Page #10
you'd call me "driven."
No!
Let's go, boys.
You have to
listen to me!
Have a nice swim.
What the f***?
Damn it, brah!
F***!
Thank you.
Where's Leeds?
Leeds is gonna
escape in a helicopter
on that fireworks barge.
Not if we stop her first.
What?
Come on, buddy.
How?
Watch and learn.
Ronnie, come in.
Holy sh*t, Mitch,
you got him!
Yeah, listen, I got Brody.
He's alive and he's well.
Ronnie, I need you
to figure out a way
to launch those fireworks.
Listen to me.
I want you to
light up the sky.
Okay. Got it, Mitch.
Got it.
That's got to be
her boat up there!
There's the console.
Go.
Okay. Let's see
what we got here.
Oh, f***ing lifeguards!
What a nuisance!
Take care of them already!
What the f***? Holy sh*t!
God damn it, get down!
Miss Leeds,
I'm approaching the barge.
I'll meet you at the top.
Okay. Okay, okay.
Holy sh*t.
She's gonna get away!
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!
Ronnie, c.J., right now.
Let's do this.
Um, yeah, yeah, Mitch.
We're on it. F***!
I've never seen any
interface like this.
I don't know
what to f***ing do!
Hey! Look at me,
look at me,
look at me!
You are the tech guy.
You are the motherfucking
tech guy.
I'm the motherfucking
tech guy.
Mmm-hmm.
Come on, Ronnie.
All right, let's go.
I'm behind you, dude.
All right, watch your step.
There's urchins everywhere.
What, the ones
that kill you?
Let's go, partner.
I like the sound of that.
Sh*t!
What the f***!
Uh... god, oh...
Oh, my god, I got it!
And I'm in.
And... fire!
Holy sh*t!
It's working, he's turning!
It's go time.
Right.
What the hell is
taking you so long?
All right, miss Leeds.
Circling around.
Could you put
that dog down already?
Second level! Fire!
Take that,
motherf***er!
Whoo!
Mitch!
The fireworks are almost done.
And then you can land.
Holy sh*t!
And come to this side,
you imbecile!
Fire.
None of them are
working anymore.
I think it's over.
Oh, honey. As usual,
i have to do
everything myself.
Mitch!
Oh, don't bother.
He's dead.
Because of you.
You do realize I'm
holding a gun, right?
So impulsive.
That's why you walked
right into my plan.
Leeds!
For f***'s sake.
Why don't you
die already?
Let the little boy go.
That's not how
this story ends, Mitch.
You see,
you're not here
to save him.
After all,
he took your job.
So you shot him.
But not before he got
a shot off that killed you.
I don't know.
That seems
a little complicated.
Yeah,
that sounds cheesy.
You won't get away with this!
Oh, I already have,
Mitch.
You know the best
thing about winning
is that you get
to write the story
of what happened.
Isn't that right,
Mr. gold medal?
F*** you, lady.
Pass.
What's that?
What the hell?
It's a big red button.
The big red button.
Time to die, boys.
No!
I was born of the sea!
I eat fire coral
and I piss saltwater!
I scratch my back
with a whale's dick,
and I loofah my chest
with his ball sac.
What the f***?
I'll die when the tide stops
and the moon drowns!
Until then...
Oh.
Go, baby.
I'm oceanic, motherf***er.
How tacky.
Mitch, you just blew her up!
Yeah.
Plus I'm high
as a motherf***er right now
on devil's urchin.
You stabbed yourself
with one of those?
I thought that was
supposed to kill you.
It does.
And I'm in desperate need
of medical attention.
That wasn't so bad.
That's good luck.
Pick it up.
What? What?
Oh, god,
there's so much blood.
What?
God, why do i
keep looking?
What took you so
long with Leeds?
I didn't want
to make it seem like
it was too easy.
The adrenaline
kept you alive.
Thank god you
make us carry these.
Take it easy.
You saved your
own life this time.
Thank you.
Yes.
Hey, um...
So I hear you were, uh...
You were right
the whole time.
And, uh...
I owe you an apology.
Owe you an apology.
No apology needed.
I mean,
we saved the bay.
So you can hit us
on that shell phone anytime.
Come on, brother.
My man.
My man.
Hey!
What part of "you're fired"
do you not understand, Mitch?
Get the f*** off my beach
or I'll have you arrested.
Hey, thorpe.
Oh!
Oh, my god.
This is our beach, b*tch.
And you're under arrest.
Ow.
That was a badass
right cross, Brody.
You just said my real name.
Hey, killer.
Hey.
Morning.
Good morning.
Do you want breakfast?
Okay.
Okay, cool.
Pancakes?
Yeah.
Bacon?
Yeah.
Cinnabon?
I saw you do that.
Oh, you're still there.
Yup, just the...
Bacon sounds good too.
Good morning.
That was a hell
of a punch, mister.
Thank you.
I mean,
it's not exactly in
the lifeguard manual, but...
Well, I told you
i would learn better
if I had a study buddy.
Don't get ahead
of yourself.
Oh, my god.
Did you just...
Look at my dick?
Now we're even.
Oh, my god.
We're late.
We have to go.
Come on.
I found something.
How'd you get this?
Well, it washed up on shore.
You only threw it
eight feet, dude.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
You're very welcome.
Uh, guys,
after finding the drugs,
helping save chen
and helping me
blow up the bad girl
with a Roman candle,
it's a pleasure to say you are
officially no longer trainees.
Whoo!
Congratulations.
Yeah, guys.
Hey, guys,
one more important thing.
I want to introduce you
to our new captain
who has been running
our Hawaii division
very successfully
for years now.
The amazing
captain Casey Jean.
Is it just me,
or is she in...
In super-slow motion?
Yeah.
Wow. This is gonna
take a while.
That's how we roll.
Oh, f***!
All right, here we go.
with it. Let's do it.
Yeah, we saw it in
the coroner's... coroner's...
Yeah, we saw it
in the corn...
Coroner's. We saw it
in the coroner's report.
It was in
the coroner's report.
I'm gonna get it.
"In the coroner's report."
Yes, we saw it in
the coronary's report.
Ronnie.
What?
Stop looking at
the donuts like that
and dump them.
Oh, boy, that was fun.
You're like
a dolphin on cocaine,
but not annoying at all.
You're like if a human
f***ed a jet ski...
Which is impossible,
but it'd be so cool.
What?
Okay, I got this.
Come on, dude. Hurry up.
F***, how'd you do that?
Because I'm f***ing strong.
Let's go.
What do your
balls say?
"Don't follow Mitch's balls.
"Mitch's balls be stupid."
Your hidden balls
want to go to the cartel?
Right now.
It's just a third testicle.
My balls are talking...
Ugh.
I need you to check
God damn it.
It's, uh... and hairy.
God, it's getting
really fro-y in here.
Smile.
Love your chest,
it is so...
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
I like your chest as well.
It doesn't work
when you say it
back to me like that.
Hey, c.J., why do our suits
ride so far up our asses?
It makes us faster
in the water.
Did you just...
Whoa. Please.
I hope that
doesn't make
the boob-lers...
All right.
I'd love it if you
wore tighter pants.
I really would.
Why do you get to play
Mitch buchannon?
You're joking.
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