X-Men: Evolution (2000) s02e06 Episode Script
Adrift
A winter storm warning has been issued for the Hawaiian Islands with northwest winds currently reaching 60 miles an hour.
This is a big one, so for all you surfers out there have the good sense to stay out of the water.
Waves are prime, man! Fifteen-footers, easy! Maybe 20! How's the feed, bro? Clear video and audio on this end.
Okay, last one, Alex.
Weather's turning against us.
Spoken like a true mainlander.
Listen, bro, big storms equal massive breakers! Yeah! Alex! Alex! Alex! Scott! Alex! Man, you freaked me out.
Yeah, so much for my highlight reel, huh? Yeah.
Hey, where are you? I don't even see you out there.
Got a little problem, bro.
I'm stuck in a rip tide - and it's pulling me out to sea.
- I'll call the Harbor Patrol.
No, forget that, man.
I'll look like a fool.
Just come out and get me.
All right.
I'll do what I can.
Scott? Scott, are you there? - Scott! - I'm here! I borrowed a boat.
- Can you see me? - No, and I can hardly see the shore either.
Don't worry, Alex, I'll find you.
Just send me up a flare.
I see it.
Again! Gotcha! I'm on the way.
Come on, Alex, just a couple more.
I'm spent, man.
If I do, I'll lose it.
- I'll go under.
- Alex, I'm losing your signal.
Alex! I need the Harbor Patrol.
Multiple storm fronts.
Wind direction west-northwest, 18 knots.
Harbor Patrol.
Call letters, please.
Hello? - Is anyone there? - Hello? Are you there? Is anyone there? Mayday! Mayday! Hello? Oh, Lance.
Hey, I got it, Bobby.
Get off the phone! Sorry.
So, what's going on? Oh, yeah, right.
I could totally see us walking around the mall together.
What makes you think I'd wanna go? Hey, Kitty, how's it going? Hey, let me think about it.
I'll call you back.
What have you done to yourself? I've been working out.
Can you tell? Oh, bummer! You shouldn't be messing with your image inducer, Kurt.
Dude, you really gotta lay off those burger bombs.
- where high- and low-pressure systems collided adding to an already entrenched subtropical trough below the jet stream.
This impressive storm is making landfall in Hawaii as we speak with both Harbor Patrol and Coast Guard spread too thin for the many rescues.
Hawaii? Isn't that where Scott is this week? Yeah.
I'm sure he wasn't dumb enough to go surfing, though.
But Alex? I wouldn't doubt it if he was right out there in it.
I repeat, this is Scott Summers.
I'm about 3 miles off Fin Ridge Point searching for my brother, Alex Masters.
Scott Summers, confirm position - Hello? Hello! - Scott? I'm gonna try firing off another one.
- Look for it.
- Okay, I'm ready.
You're close! Here I come! No! Alex.
Alex! Kona Tower, 0124.
Visibility: 2 miles.
Current heading: vector 013 off Fin Ridge.
Still no sign of the vessel.
Alex! Alex! Alex! Scott? Gotcha! Alex.
Man, I don't believe it.
I was starting to lose hope.
Yeah, well I was getting tired of waiting for you to find me.
So much for a nice relaxing visit.
What, you're not having fun? Hang on! People, people! That's not how you have a snowball fight.
This is how you have a snowball fight.
Yo, Jean! You better come in here and see this.
Again, with only a few hours of daylight left the search continues for two lost teenage boys Alex Masters and Scott Summers.
Storm, prep the X-Jet.
Oh, no.
- I thought I heard a chopper.
- That was our engine cutting out.
Quick, check the holds for a gas can.
Is that them? What kind of flare is that? - We're drifting sideways! - Found one! Get ready! This is a big one! Scott! Scott, where are you? Scott, I'm right here.
Just hang on to this.
That's not a good thing.
- Yeah.
You know something? You stink at rescues.
Man, you and your "big storms equal massive breakers.
" Is this massive enough for you, little brother? - It just figures too, you know? - What? You and I.
We finally connect.
I mean, we were just getting to know each other.
Hey, knock it off.
This is not over.
I'm serious.
I mean, I just filed to have my last name changed back to Summers.
Us brothers gotta stick together, you know? We'll get out of this, Alex.
I promise.
For all we know, a rescue chopper could be here any minute.
You are good.
You've been in the water longest.
You're going up first.
- But - No "buts," that's an older-brother rule.
Get used to it.
Kona Tower, 0124 I am in total system failure and I'm declaring an emergency at this time! Alex, take the harness off! Take it off! What? Take it off! What? A cutter should be locking onto our position.
Yeah, but I don't see those boys.
The rescue chopper went down.
No word on Scott or Alex.
We're closing in on its last coordinates.
Wait, what are those? Tornadoes? Funnel clouds.
They shouldn't be a problem unless they touch down in the water.
Hey, hey! Alex, no snoozing.
Come on, stay alert.
I am wiped, man.
- I am so out of it.
- Just hold on a little longer.
Hey, for all we know, a rescue chopper could be here any minute.
You're losing your touch.
Hey, it worked last time.
Those two boys.
They're still out there somewhere.
We looked, but we couldn't find them.
Hang on! - I see them! - We better move quickly.
Look at that! It's pulling us in! Alex, swim! Swim! Look! Look, the X-Jet! Jean, now! I cannot hold it back for long! - Jean! - Hang on! That's it! Just a little further.
They're in.
Go, go, go! Storm, hang on! Are they all right? They're gonna be fine.
Scott, you kept me alive out there.
- If it wasn't for you - Hey, it's like you said: Us brothers gotta stick together.
Besides, I'm sure you'll be returning the favor someday.
I'll contact search and rescue and let them know the boys are safe.
Well, so much for our winter wonderland.
I can see now that teaching mutants will require entirely different skills.
- Is Scott up for visitors? - Yes, Jean's in there with him now.
Oh, and, Kurt, I've repaired your image inducer.
Great! I'm sorry about messing with it, professor.
- I won't do it again, I promise.
- Yes, I know you won't.
Here you go.
Open wide.
I wonder if Alex is getting this kind of attention at his house.
Well, after seeing how his parents greeted him I wouldn't doubt it.
Hey.
Welcome back, sailor.
- Thanks, ma'am.
- Ma'am? What's that supposed to mean? Professor! I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.
This is a big one, so for all you surfers out there have the good sense to stay out of the water.
Waves are prime, man! Fifteen-footers, easy! Maybe 20! How's the feed, bro? Clear video and audio on this end.
Okay, last one, Alex.
Weather's turning against us.
Spoken like a true mainlander.
Listen, bro, big storms equal massive breakers! Yeah! Alex! Alex! Alex! Scott! Alex! Man, you freaked me out.
Yeah, so much for my highlight reel, huh? Yeah.
Hey, where are you? I don't even see you out there.
Got a little problem, bro.
I'm stuck in a rip tide - and it's pulling me out to sea.
- I'll call the Harbor Patrol.
No, forget that, man.
I'll look like a fool.
Just come out and get me.
All right.
I'll do what I can.
Scott? Scott, are you there? - Scott! - I'm here! I borrowed a boat.
- Can you see me? - No, and I can hardly see the shore either.
Don't worry, Alex, I'll find you.
Just send me up a flare.
I see it.
Again! Gotcha! I'm on the way.
Come on, Alex, just a couple more.
I'm spent, man.
If I do, I'll lose it.
- I'll go under.
- Alex, I'm losing your signal.
Alex! I need the Harbor Patrol.
Multiple storm fronts.
Wind direction west-northwest, 18 knots.
Harbor Patrol.
Call letters, please.
Hello? - Is anyone there? - Hello? Are you there? Is anyone there? Mayday! Mayday! Hello? Oh, Lance.
Hey, I got it, Bobby.
Get off the phone! Sorry.
So, what's going on? Oh, yeah, right.
I could totally see us walking around the mall together.
What makes you think I'd wanna go? Hey, Kitty, how's it going? Hey, let me think about it.
I'll call you back.
What have you done to yourself? I've been working out.
Can you tell? Oh, bummer! You shouldn't be messing with your image inducer, Kurt.
Dude, you really gotta lay off those burger bombs.
- where high- and low-pressure systems collided adding to an already entrenched subtropical trough below the jet stream.
This impressive storm is making landfall in Hawaii as we speak with both Harbor Patrol and Coast Guard spread too thin for the many rescues.
Hawaii? Isn't that where Scott is this week? Yeah.
I'm sure he wasn't dumb enough to go surfing, though.
But Alex? I wouldn't doubt it if he was right out there in it.
I repeat, this is Scott Summers.
I'm about 3 miles off Fin Ridge Point searching for my brother, Alex Masters.
Scott Summers, confirm position - Hello? Hello! - Scott? I'm gonna try firing off another one.
- Look for it.
- Okay, I'm ready.
You're close! Here I come! No! Alex.
Alex! Kona Tower, 0124.
Visibility: 2 miles.
Current heading: vector 013 off Fin Ridge.
Still no sign of the vessel.
Alex! Alex! Alex! Scott? Gotcha! Alex.
Man, I don't believe it.
I was starting to lose hope.
Yeah, well I was getting tired of waiting for you to find me.
So much for a nice relaxing visit.
What, you're not having fun? Hang on! People, people! That's not how you have a snowball fight.
This is how you have a snowball fight.
Yo, Jean! You better come in here and see this.
Again, with only a few hours of daylight left the search continues for two lost teenage boys Alex Masters and Scott Summers.
Storm, prep the X-Jet.
Oh, no.
- I thought I heard a chopper.
- That was our engine cutting out.
Quick, check the holds for a gas can.
Is that them? What kind of flare is that? - We're drifting sideways! - Found one! Get ready! This is a big one! Scott! Scott, where are you? Scott, I'm right here.
Just hang on to this.
That's not a good thing.
- Yeah.
You know something? You stink at rescues.
Man, you and your "big storms equal massive breakers.
" Is this massive enough for you, little brother? - It just figures too, you know? - What? You and I.
We finally connect.
I mean, we were just getting to know each other.
Hey, knock it off.
This is not over.
I'm serious.
I mean, I just filed to have my last name changed back to Summers.
Us brothers gotta stick together, you know? We'll get out of this, Alex.
I promise.
For all we know, a rescue chopper could be here any minute.
You are good.
You've been in the water longest.
You're going up first.
- But - No "buts," that's an older-brother rule.
Get used to it.
Kona Tower, 0124 I am in total system failure and I'm declaring an emergency at this time! Alex, take the harness off! Take it off! What? Take it off! What? A cutter should be locking onto our position.
Yeah, but I don't see those boys.
The rescue chopper went down.
No word on Scott or Alex.
We're closing in on its last coordinates.
Wait, what are those? Tornadoes? Funnel clouds.
They shouldn't be a problem unless they touch down in the water.
Hey, hey! Alex, no snoozing.
Come on, stay alert.
I am wiped, man.
- I am so out of it.
- Just hold on a little longer.
Hey, for all we know, a rescue chopper could be here any minute.
You're losing your touch.
Hey, it worked last time.
Those two boys.
They're still out there somewhere.
We looked, but we couldn't find them.
Hang on! - I see them! - We better move quickly.
Look at that! It's pulling us in! Alex, swim! Swim! Look! Look, the X-Jet! Jean, now! I cannot hold it back for long! - Jean! - Hang on! That's it! Just a little further.
They're in.
Go, go, go! Storm, hang on! Are they all right? They're gonna be fine.
Scott, you kept me alive out there.
- If it wasn't for you - Hey, it's like you said: Us brothers gotta stick together.
Besides, I'm sure you'll be returning the favor someday.
I'll contact search and rescue and let them know the boys are safe.
Well, so much for our winter wonderland.
I can see now that teaching mutants will require entirely different skills.
- Is Scott up for visitors? - Yes, Jean's in there with him now.
Oh, and, Kurt, I've repaired your image inducer.
Great! I'm sorry about messing with it, professor.
- I won't do it again, I promise.
- Yes, I know you won't.
Here you go.
Open wide.
I wonder if Alex is getting this kind of attention at his house.
Well, after seeing how his parents greeted him I wouldn't doubt it.
Hey.
Welcome back, sailor.
- Thanks, ma'am.
- Ma'am? What's that supposed to mean? Professor! I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.