"I'm thinking I'll never walk again." "You know it and I know it." "Mitch, are you giving up?" "Is that what this is?" "I'm facing facts!" "You're quitting, Mitch." "Come on, Dad, you can do it." "Just leave me alone, will you?" "!" "We have to be strong for your Dad." ""We don't permit" visiting doctors here." "Hospital rules." ""Last week on" Baywatch:" "Mitch!" "You do have some serious damage to your spinal cord and you'll need rehabilitation and physical therapy." "I am going to walk again?" "I'd say the odds for a full recovery... five percent." "I'm going to do everything I can to get you out of that chair 'cause I want to see those buns of yours up and moving." ""You're" my physical therapist?" "A drug deal went down and Jason is my only witness." "This is a rehabilitation hospital." "It's not a safe house." "At least you have a chance to walk again." "Man, what I wouldn't give to have that chance again." "If you want to get up out of this chair, there's absolutely no room for self-pity." "You make it sound like you're not coming back." "I'm not coming back." "If this lifeguard becomes a problem, you get rid of him, too." "Dad!" "And now, Part two of "Shattered. "" "Okay, push." "Push, come on." "Yeah." "Come on, once more." "Push." "Once more." "Come on, push." "Try to build those muscles." "Good, "good. "" "Hey, Mitch." "It's good to see you." "Meg snuck this in to me." "Can't live without my music." "Great." "How you feeling?" "Like racing." "The doc says I won't be able to do it for a while." "Dr. Kennan?" "Yeah." "Well, he used the word "never,"" "but, uh... he doesn't know the heart of a lifeguard like we do, does he?" "No, he doesn't." "Right." "Hey, you'd better keep working out 'cause I'm going to beat you." "Well, it won't be the first time, will it?" "Who won the overall?" "I'm sorry to tell you this..." "Zuma." "All right!" "Uh, Megan's downstairs and a whole bunch of other people." "They're all dying to see you." "Are you up to that?" "I mean, can I bring them up?" "Yeah, a victory party." "Let's do it." "Hey, Mitch..." "Do me a favor, Mitch." "Get rid of that thing for me, will you?" "You got it." "It's out of here." "You know, Mitch... that wheelchair is not your enemy." "I had a friend once who was paralyzed." "He swore he'd walk again." "He was only fooling himself." "Honey, everybody's a fool for at least five minutes a day." "Wisdom comes from not exceeding the limit." "What are you talking about?" "Why don't you just leave me alone, okay?" "Honey, resisting me is like challenging a school of piranhas to a game of water polo... you gonna lose every time." ""I been working like a dog in my therapy sessions," ""can't feel a thing in my leg and nothing moves on its own. "" "Mind reading." "Just a little hobby of mine." "Why don't you tell me what else I'm thinking." "You tell me." "It's healthier." "You want to know what I'm thinking?" "I'm thinking I'll never walk again." "You know it and I know it." "Mitch, that is not true." "It could still happen." "You never know when a toe will wiggle, but when it does, then you're on your way." "Why don't you save that talk for the dreamers, huh?" "Okay, so what are you telling me now, you're quitting?" "Is that it?" "No, I'm telling you I'm facing facts." "No, that's not what you're telling me." "You are quitting." "I'm facing facts!" "You're quitting, Mitch!" "I can help with the injury to your spine, but I cannot do anything about your other "back" problem." "What other back problem?" "That streak of yellow that's running straight down the middle of yours." "Take your time." "Good." "That's good." "Hey, Dad." "Hey, Hobie." "What are you doing?" "I'm trying to move my foot." "Is it moving?" "No." "Well, are you trying as hard as you can?" "Are you focusing?" "Did Sophie send you in here?" "What?" "Never mind." "Dad, I bet if you, like, really concentrate, you can move your foot." "Here." "Try to knock this can over." "Come on, Dad, you can do it." "Focus!" "Focus!" "Try as hard as you can!" "Come on!" "You can do it." "I know it, Dad!" "Come on!" "Try!" "Try harder!" "Just leave me alone, will ya!" "Hobie!" "Hobie, what's wrong?" "My dad's mad at me just because I wanted him to move his foot." "What?" "Hey, Hobie..." "Your son just ran out of the room crying." "I know." "I know." "I got frustrated, and I took it out on him." "You're an adult, he's a child." "And he's scared to death..." "Well, adults can be scared, too!" "Mitch!" "What?" "!" "Look, I know that this is hard for you, but Hobie needs you." "I know." "I'm sorry." "I'll go find him." "Hobie!" "Hobie, what's wrong?" "Nothing." "I'm fine." "I'm in a wheelchair, man, not in a coma." "What's going on?" "Nothing." "What's it like?" "I mean, "really" like... you know, being paralyzed?" "Man, that's a hard question." "It's like every day when I wake up... for the tiniest second, I forget that I need help to get out of bed and be in a wheelchair and then the whole rest of my day, man," "just no way I forget." "Do you ever get mad?" "Sure I do." "Sometimes I get mad because that tiny second in the morning just can't last all day." "Do you ever get mad at anybody you love?" "Your dad got mad at you, didn't he?" "I used to get mad at my mom." "But she knew it didn't mean I didn't love her or anything like that." "It's easy to get mad at someone who loves you because you know they'll always forgive you." "I got to go, Hobie." "Sophie will kill me if I'm late for therapy again." "Bye, Jason." "Bye." "And thanks." "Hobie's over there." "Thanks, Jason." "Hey." "Look, uh..." "I'm sorry that I lost it with you." "It's just, um..." "I'm having a really hard time with this, and I'm trying really hard to beat it but sometimes I just... just get a little frustrated." "Uh..." "You forgive me?" "I forgive you, Dad." "You know I love you, don't you?" "I love you, too." "Okay." "What do you say we go teach those guys how to play that game?" "All right!" "Great!" "Okay?" "Let's go." "Hey, you guys!" "Got room for two more players?" "Okay." "All right." "Okay, Hobie go." "Hobie, outside, outside." "Hobie..." "I got it!" "I hope you girls had a great day." "See you." "Matt, let me work your tower tomorrow so I can be near Jimmy." "Hey, it's fine with me if it's okay with Stephanie." "Okay, thanks." "Come on." "Radar, will you give these to Newman?" "They're the tower assignments for tomorrow." "Mm-hmm." "Hey, guys." "Oh, rough day?" "Seems like no one knew how to swim today." "I spent more time in the water than in my tower." "Listen, Stephanie, Matt and I were wondering if we could switch towers tomorrow." "Switch towers?" "Why?" "Why?" "Because, um..." "I just wanted to get more experience in a different tower." "Well, it sounds like you're getting a lot of experience right where you are, Matt." "Hey, guys, what's up?" "I haven't quite figured that out yet." "Hey, wasn't that Jimmy I saw surfing in front of your tower today?" "I think so." "You "think" so?" "A surfer like Jimmy Slade either is or is not surfing in front of your tower, Matt." "There's no mistaking it." "What "is" a mistake, though, is to try to get a tower to be near a boyfriend." "Yeah, well, that's not what I was doing." "Isn't it?" "No, not exactly." "Summer, you know, I'm surprised at you." "This is totally unprofessional." "If Mitch were here, he..." "Look, Stephanie, I'm really sorry." "I mean, I feel really stupid even thinking about things like this when Mitch..." "I mean, when he may not even..." "What summer's trying to say is that we miss him, too." "Nothing's the same around here without Mitch." "What's so funny?" "Remember that big rescue that Mitch went out on before rookie school started, and he called us all in for backup?" "Off Tower 18, all available units." "Rescue 1 requesting backup." "Rescue 2 en route." "Nice save, Mitch." "A bag, okay?" "It's a bag." "You got us all the way out here for that?" "You girls missed what we did to him in the locker room." "Very funny." "You know, Mitch really believed in me." "Without him," "I don't think I'd be a lifeguard right now." "Yeah, if it weren't for him," "I'd still be guiding rafts down a river." "Thank God, he talked me into coming back to Baywatch." "I just wish there was something we could do for him." "You know, he's done so much for all of us." "There is something that we can do for him." "We can believe that he's going to come back just the way he was because he is." "He has to." "Hobie..." "This fire sure makes my eyes water." "It's okay to cry." "I'm not crying." "Your dad's going to be okay." "It's just going to take a little time." "The doctor said he'll never walk again." "Hobie, that's not true." "I heard you talking to the doctor in the hall." "He said he only had five chances out of 100." "Come here." "When have you known your dad not to beat the odds, huh?" "I know you're scared." "I'm scared, too, but we have to be strong for your dad." "I want to." "I don't know if I can." "Well, I know you can, and your dad started rehab, too, and it's going to be tough." "He's going to need you, Hobie." "He's going to need you more than ever." "Three jacks." "No way." "I doubt it." "Oh, Hobie." "Go ahead." "Go ahead." "Okay." "Oh!" "The whole pot!" "Shh." "Sorry, gang, but visiting hours have been over nearly 30 minutes." "I cannot stretch it any longer." "Oh, come on, Sophie, just one more game." "We'll be quiet." "He needs the rest so he's ready for Sophie to punish him again tomorrow." "If he can handle it." "I can take anything you dish out." "Oh, good." "I'm going to get Jason from the therapy room." " Good night." " Good night." "Tell him I'm going to stop by and see him, okay?" "All right, tomorrow is a new game." "Hey, thanks." "Thanks, you guys." "Great." "Yes, Doctor." "Jason Sanders' room number is 212." "And here's his file." "Thank you, nurse." "I appreciate your help." "You're welcome." "Don't forget to call tomorrow, okay, Dad?" "Mitch:" "Okay, pal." "Come on, let's go." "Hi." "Hi." "Are you a new doctor here?" "No, just visiting a patient." "Come on, Stephanie." "Okay." "Thanks a lot for the card game." "Dad, I was wondering if I could stay the night here." "I'll be really quiet and you won't even know I'm here." "I promise." ""You'll" be really quiet?" "Wrong." "We'll do another night together, okay?" "And you guys, thank you very much for making sure everything's okay at the house with Hobie." "Could be a while longer." "You just concentrate on feeling better because when you are, you and I are going to have a race..." "with our canes." "Pleasant dreams, Mitch." "All right." "Good night." " Good night." " Bye." " Bye, Dad." " See you later, Hobster." "When did Mitch say he's coming by?" "Soon, so we'd best get you settled in quick, okay?" "Okay." "Okay, so put your cards away." "You can play with them again tomorrow." "All right, here we go." "Shh..." "Whoa!" "Evening, Mr. Buchannon." "Hi, Emily." "Could you do me a favor?" "I know you got a couple of candy bars hidden back there somewhere." "I want to take them to my friend, Jason." "He's a popular boy tonight." "What do you mean?" "A new doctor on staff just went up to see him." "New or visiting doctor?" "Oh, we don't permit visiting doctors here... hospital rules." "Ah, here they are." "Mr. Buchannon." "Mr. Buchannon, your candy bars." "Oh, well." "Sophie, what happened?" "Oh!" "Mitch..." "You all right?" "Oh... yes." "Where's Jason?" "Oh, Mitch, he took Jason." "Where did he take him?" "I don't know." "Call security." "Oh!" "Okay." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "Mitch!" "Hang on." "Hang on." "Grab ahold." "Come here." "You okay?" "Uh-huh." "Oh, come here." "Okay, okay." "Whew!" "You okay, Mitch?" "Yeah, never had a better day." "How you doing?" "I'm doing fine." "That's him." "Oh, oh, Jason, Jason, Jason." "Jason, you okay?" "You all right?" "You okay?" "Mitch saved my life." "Did he?" "You know, if you wanted to take a swim, all you had to do was ask." "Come on, get up." "Mitch, you moved your leg." "Did you, Mitch?" "He kicked the gun in the pool." "Look." "I did." "I kicked the gun in the pool." "Yes." " I moved my leg." " Yes." "I moved my leg!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Oh, yes!" "Yes!" "Hey, Mitch." "See you guys later, huh?" "Take care." "Okay." "Bye-bye." "Mitch, sit down." "Wait, I can manage now." "Mitch Buchannon, sit down." " It's procedure." " Okay." "And besides, don't try to rob me of my last official duty." "Mm, that sun feels great." "Now, it's important that you swim as much as possible, yes?" "And please keep up your leg exercises, not once a day, not twice a day, but..." "But five times a day keeps the pain away." "Yes, it does." "You know, it's hard to believe, but I'm going to miss you." "I'm going to miss you, too." "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be walking out of here." "I really don't know how to thank you." "Just to see those buns of yours up and moving is all the thanks I need." "Now, come on, get on up, walk away, so I can get a real good look." "Come on." "Yes!" "Mmm, mmm, mmm." "It was worth the wait, honey." "I don't know why they call these things "walkers. "" "I'm doing all the walking." "It's great to have you back, Mitch." "Ah, thanks." "It's no fun without you here." "You're doing great, Mitch." "Hey, Doc." "Benjamin." "Good to see you, big guy." "Glad to be back." "Hobster?" "It's really good to meet you." "I promised Eddie I'd bring him back to L.A. After the trial." "We're going to have some fun this time." "So that's your real name..." "Eddie." "I like it." "Heard you beat him up real bad in court, huh?" "We nailed him." "Thanks to Eddie's testimony." "If it wasn't for Mitch, I wouldn't have been around to do it." "We, um... we got something for you." "Wow!" "Ted Williams, autographed." "Thanks, Mitch." "I'll never forget you." "Come here." "I'll never forget you, either." "I'm going to come and visit you, okay?" " Okay." " Okay." "You know something, Mitch?" "I think it's about time that you took me up on my offer." "And what offer is that, o great wise one?" "Why, our race, remember?" "Come on." "You're on." "Hey!" "Hey!"