Punky Brewster (1984) s02e09 Episode Script

Maybe the world is blind or just a little unkind.
Don't know.
Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.
Although, you may be lonely, and then one day you're smiling again.
Every time I turn around, I see the girl who turns my world around standing there.
Every time I turn around, her spirit's lifting me right off the ground.
What's gonna be? Guess we'll just wait and see.
-Hey, hold on there.
-Sorry, Mrs.
Rutledge, I'm late for class.
-What's your name? -Punky Brewster.
-Punky Brewster? Strange name.
-OK, gang.
Take out your health books and turn to page 29.
-Look, Mike.
There's a kangaroo sitting on top of the flag pole.
-No, I don't see any kangaroo, just Punky sneaking in late.
OK, now that we're all here let's get to work.
The subject for today is health.
Cherie, would you please read out loud the top of page 29? -Your family and you.
Have you ever thought about the people who are related to you? The study of the history of the family is called gene-- gena-- gena-la-la-- -No, genealogy.
Who can tell me what a relative is? -People in your family.
Your parents, and brothers, and sisters-- -Right.
Now-- -Aunts, and uncles, nieces, nephews.
-Right.
Now-- -Grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents.
-That's enough, Margaux.
Thank you.
How many of you have a lot of relatives? OK, now who can tell me what this is? -A family tree.
-Exactly.
And with a family tree, you can trace your heritage.
-I know all about my heritage.
We Kramers are the creme de la creme of Chicago society.
-Peasants.
-How many of you have been to a family reunion.
Jason.
-We had a family reunion in Japan.
-We Kramers gather every summer at the Hotel de Paris in Monaco.
-We Andersons go to Bernie's Bowling Alley in Peoria.
My grandpa is the original Bernie.
-My grandma and I go to a family barbecue every year.
I like to watch my Uncle Eddie open pop bottles with his teeth.
-Now that's what I call family entertainment.
Class, your homework assignment for tonight is to draw your own family tree.
In fact, make it a family project and get your mother and father to help.
-Brandon, I've been looking for one stupid piece of this stupid puzzle for almost an hour now.
The only possible explanation is that it's missing.
All right, who's in there? Punky? You OK? -I'm fine.
-Are you sure? Nothing wrong? You didn't eat your chocolate pudding tonight.
You just drew monkey faces in it with your spoon.
-I like to draw monkey pudding faces.
-Come on, let's talk.
What's bugging you? -I miss my mom.
-Punky, it's natural for you to miss your mom.
You love your mother, and she's not with you.
-Right now, I miss her an extra lot.
-Maybe it would help if you thought of all the nice memories you have of her.
-Memories aren't enough, Henry.
You can't touch a memory.
You can't hug or kiss a memory, can't sit on a memory's lap.
Memories don't even have laps.
I know I sound like a little baby, Henry, but I want my mommy.
-I know you do, honey.
-Hello up there, there, there, there, there, there.
-Hi, Mike.
-You want some company? -Sure.
Come on up.
-All right.
-Just watch out for that-- -Aah.
-Loose board.
-Is the password still chicken guts? -No, this week it's hair bomb.
What are you doing here, Mike? -Well, Henry called me over.
He's worried about you.
-He's always worried about something.
I think the worry part of his brain is overdeveloped.
-Well he says that you've been feeling depressed.
Not really.
-Then give me a great big smile.
-Maybe I am a little bit depressed.
-Punky, did I hurt your feelings when I was talking about families in school? Did it make you dwell on the fact that you were abandoned by your mother? -It's not your fault, Mike.
It just hurts me because everybody has a family except me.
-I know what that feels like.
-You do? -Yeah, I was put up for adoption when I was only a few days old.
-You were? -Yeah.
This note was pinned to my clothes.
The Hot Tub Club, 555-4237.
- Wrong note.
Here, it's right here.
-Dear sirs, this is my son Michael Fulton.
I'd like to keep him, but I just can't.
Please find him a good home.
She didn't sign it.
-Right.
I don't even know what my mother looks like.
Pictured her in my mind though.
She's a dead ringer for Lena Horne.
That's where I get my good looks.
-My mom was real beautiful, too.
She had long brown hair.
And sometimes she'd let me brush it.
-Punky, I asked Henry if he'd mind if you and I worked on a project together.
He thought it was a great idea.
In fact, he even agreed to help.
-Really, what is it? -What if you and I tried to find our moms? -Do you really think we could? -We could try.
-Hey, let's go for it.
Hey, Brandon, guess what? Mike and I are gonna try to find our moms.
-You know, Henry.
I bet we could find our moms if we advertise.
Newspapers, billboards, sky writing.
And get this, we hire the Goodyear Blimp to fly over the Superbowl.
-Punky, it's not gonna be that easy.
-Or that expensive.
-Then how are we gonna find our moms? -Well it will be like piecing together parts of a puzzle.
We'll just have to make a list of all the facts that we know about our mothers.
-Right.
Each one of those facts is a potential clue, and we're going to search for those clues in all kinds of records.
I've started a list here.
-Can I see it? -Wipe your hands first.
Birth records, marriage records, hospital records.
Boy, we've really got our work cut out for us.
-Yeah, but it's a special type of work.
Teamwork.
-That's right.
We're all in this together.
-All for one and one for all.
Hey.
-Punky, do we have anymore of that pizza? -Yeah, right there under the death records.
-Where? I don't see it.
-It was there last night.
- Forget it.
When Mike gets here, we'll take a break and go out to eat.
-Mike's not coming tonight.
He's at a faculty meeting.
Say, we're doing pretty good, aren't we? -Not bad, for six weeks work.
-Yeah, so far I know all the places that my mom doesn't work, all the cities she doesn't live in, and all the properties she doesn't own.
-Are you getting discouraged? -No, because I also know all the hospitals where she isn't sick.
-Who are you calling? -Well, I've located a woman who gave birth the night Mike was born, at the same hospital.
I'm hoping she can give me some information about the other mothers who were in the maternity ward that tonight.
-All right, lady.
Give us a clue.
-Hello? Is this Lois Collins? My name is Henry Warnimont.
I was wondering if you could answer a few questions.
Was your maiden name, Baker? It was? And did you give birth to a baby boy on November 23, 1955, at County General Hospital? Ma'am.
Please don't get upset.
No-- no.
This has nothing to do with blackmail.
I'm just trying to help a friend locate his natural mother.
His name is Mike Fulton.
What? I had no idea when I-- please, ma'am if you'll hear me out.
No I'm-- I'm terribly sorry.
But if you-- if you'll just-- -What happened? -I found Mike's mother.
-You have? -She refuses to see him.
How do I tell Mike that I've ruined his only chance to speak to his mother? -Will you let me tell him? -Why, Punky? -Because the same thing could happen to me, and I think I know exactly what Mike would do.
-Good afternoon, ma'am.
I'm Punky Brewster.
And I'm selling delicious candy for my school band.
-Are you? Well, come on in, dear.
I'll get my pocketbook.
My daughter was in the band when she was in school.
-Daughter? You have a daughter? -Mhm.
She's grown up now, but she used to sell candy just like you.
-You have a son, too? -Mhm.
Tell me, what instrument do you play? -The piano.
-In the band? -Did I say piano? I meant tuba.
I'm getting them confused all the time.
Tuba, yeah.
-You don't seem big enough to carry a tuba.
-Well, I don't actually carry it.
They sort of get it rolling down the field, I jump inside, hang on, and blow.
- Really? -Yes, it's very exciting.
You should see it sometime.
Say, this is a real nice place you've got.
-Punky, I'm not going to give you any money.
-Good.
I couldn't take it.
I don't have any candy to sell.
-Child, what are you up to? -I'm here to talk to you about Mike Fulton.
-What? He's your son that's not on the mantel.
-I don't know what and I think it's time for you to go.
-Please.
All he wants to do is see you.
Don't you want to see him to? He's real cute.
-They promised me they'd keep those records confidential.
Why did he send you here? -He doesn't know I'm here.
He doesn't even know you're here.
It was my foster dad, Henry, that you talked to.
He's helping Mike and me find our moms.
-Who is Mike to you? -He's my fourth-grade teacher and my friend.
- Punky.
I'm very busy right now.
I'm afraid you're going to have to go.
He's a teacher? -Yeah, the best in the whole school.
You'd really be proud of him, if you just went to see him.
- I can't.
My husband doesn't know I had a child before we met, and neither do my children.
-I bet they'd be real happy to have a new relative.
-Well, I can't tell them after all these years.
Look, you don't understand how I feel.
-But I understand how Mike feels.
I don't know where my mom is either.
-Really? -I wish with all my heart that I could see my mom again.
If I could just see her one more time, I'd make that moment last forever.
-Hi.
Can I help you, ma'am? -I was looking for a teacher.
- What teacher are you looking for? -Michael Fulton.
Well, you're in luck, because you found him.
-So I have.
- What can I do for you? -I'm here about my son.
- Is-- is he in this class? -Yes, he is.
And I have something rather startling to tell him.
And I don't know how to go about it.
-Well, you know, children can be a lot more understanding than you think.
I suggest that you tell him as simply and honestly as possible.
Now, what's your little boy's name? -Michael Fulton.
My name is Lois Collins.
I'm you mother.
-Wow! Gee! You know what? It's-- it's nice to meet you.
Wow.
You know I've-- I've been looking all over for you, and here you are.
Wow! How did you find me? -You can thank your little friend, Punky Brewster.
-Punky? Wow! Isn't she something else? -She certainly thinks the world of you.
Let me look at you.
- Yeah, sure.
-You're so handsome and so tall, especially when you stand up straight.
-I was always tall.
I've been this tall since I was 12.
The guys at Fenster, they used to call me Too-Tall Fulton.
Those guys.
-Fenster? -Yeah, Fenster Hall.
That's the orphanage where I grew up.
That's the orphanage where I grew up.
-Michael.
-Michael.
I was 16 years old when you were born.
I wasn't married, and your father split the minute he found that I was pregnant.
I couldn't raise a child.
I-- -Hey, you're here now.
And that's all that matters.
-It all seems so long ago.
I'm married now.
And I have a family.
-Really? -You have a half brother and sister.
-I do? -Allison is-- is a computer analyst.
And David is the PE coach at Central High School.
-No kidding? You mean that we both became teachers? -And you both have your grandfather's eyes.
-I got a family.
I actually got a family.
Mom? I've been waiting to say that all my life.
-Punky, lights out.
It's bed time.
-OK, Henry.
Let me just say my prayers.
Hi, God.
It's me, Punky.
Thanks for getting Mike and his mom back together.
Did you know he's having dinner with her and his new family tonight? Please don't let anything burn.
And if you're not too busy, could you help me find my mom? She's been gone so long.
I think she really needs your help to find her way back to me.
You know, in school we learned that a family's someone that you love and share your life with.
Thanks for sending me Henry.
He's the best family I ever had.