Punky Brewster (1984) s02e17 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 going to be? Guess we'll just wait and see.
-It's your bet, Henry.
-I know-- two chocolate chippies.
-I'll see your chocolate chippies, and raise you one macrarooni.
-Well, Brandon's in, sort of.
What have you got, Henry? -Read 'em and weep, Punky.
Two pair-- aces and tens.
-Not so fast-- three jacks.
Hey, I'm in the cookies, I'm in the cookies.
He's got to full house-- kings over sevens.
-That does it, I quit.
--Don't get mad at Brandon.
It's just beginners luck.
-No wonder he won, he was cheating.
-Hey, look-- a fire truck.
-Come away from the window, Punky.
You've seen fire trucks hundreds of times.
It's all part of life in the big city.
-Warnimont residence, Henry speaking.
Yes, that's correct.
Yes, I own a photography studio that address.
What! I'll be right there.
-Henry, what's the matter? -That fire truck was for me.
My studio's on fire.
-Excuse, me-- -Yeah-- -How did it start? -Well, we're pretty sure it was a short in the wiring.
-How much damage? -Ho-ho-- this was a bad one.
I'll tell you, I'm glad I'm not the owner of this place.
Because, whoever it is, they got completely wiped out.
-It's me.
- Well cheer up.
It could have been worse.
-Henry, maybe it's not as bad as we think.
-Maybe you're right.
- Maybe I'm wrong.
-Holy macanolli.
-Our luck, the victim's here.
Come on in and start rolling.
Excuse me sir, but was this your studio? -Yes.
I'm real sorry.
What's your name? -Henry Warnimont.
-Would you mind if I interview you on the air.
-Well, I don't know -Am I OK, Al? -Thank you, Paul.
This is Brenda Fuller coming to you live from West State Street, at the scene of a devastating fire.
I am here with the one man who wishes that big rainstorm Wally was telling us about hadn't missed Chicago.
-What are you talking about? Who's Wally? Whups Wally, are you listening? Better get a publicist.
No, seriously, Mr.
Warniments, your business seems to be completely destroyed.
How do you feel? -I feel awful.
-Would you care to elaborate on that? -No.
-Well, let's talk to your granddaughter.
Honey, how you feel? -I'm his foster daughter.
And his name is Warnimont.
I don't think it's very nice of you to put us on TV when we're feeling so bad.
-Obviously, this is a terrible tragedy.
These two people are in shock and unable to speak coherently.
Mr.
Warniments, I know that I speak for every Chicagoan when I say that I hope you get your hardware store rebuilt as soon as possible.
Back to you, Paul.
Come on, Al.
If we hurry, we can get some footage on that 800 pound pig that got loose one the Expressway.
Come on.
-Henry, are you OK? -Everything is ruined-- everything.
My negatives-- -Yeah-- -My life work ruined, destroyed, irreplaceable.
I built up this business-- 34 years.
Put my heart and soul into it, and now in the blink of an eye it's-- it's all gone.
My God-- what am I going to do? -Rent, electricity, telephone-- humph-- I can't pay them all.
-Henry, I'd like to think that you and I are more than just neighbors.
I'd like to think that we're good friends, too.
-We are.
-You feel like talking? -Betty, I'm in big trouble.
-You are? -Thanks to the fire, I've got no money coming in.
I sure got a lot going out.
For the first time in my entire life, I find myself unable to meet my obligations.
-Do you have any rainy day money? -Betty, I've been hit by a typhoon.
My savings are nearly all gone, already.
- Get out of here.
Now I find that awfully hard to believe.
I say this out of love, Henry.
But you the cheapest man that ever lived.
I bet you still got the first dollar that your father ever earned.
-Exactly two weeks ago I invested most of my savings on brand new high speed developing equipment for my studio.
-Well, won't they take it back? -I asked-- they said that when they delivered it, it wasn't melted.
-Don't you have any fire insurance? -Yes, in a manor of speaking.
-What do you mean? -I bought a policy when I first open the studio in 1952.
I'm afraid I never increased the coverage.
-Henry! -I meant to in the early '70s.
But it seemed so expensive.
-Well what are you going to do? -Well I-- mhm-- -Henry? I'm fine-- I'm fine.
-No you're not.
I'm calling an ambulance.
-I don't an ambulance-- just a good belch.
-Henry, stomach pain that strong is series.
I'm calling an ambulance.
-No! Betty, I'm perfectly all right.
Aah! -Henry? -Betty, I've got an idea.
Why don't you call an ambulance? -Right.
Nurse Binder, you're wanted in maternity, STAT-- Nurse Binder to maternity.
-Mrs.
Johnson where's Henry? -Calm down, child.
He's right there in that room.
You can't go in just yet, honey, the doctor's with him now.
-Is he going to be OK? - Henry's tough.
He'll be just fine.
-Just fine, honey.
-In fact, I'm sure he'll get better.
-How do you know that? -Because I owe him ten bucks.
-Nurse, this patient needs complete rest.
So, wake him up every four hours and give him a sleeping pill.
-Doctor, I don't work here.
My name is Betty Johnson.
I'm Henry's neighbor.
I brought him to the hospital.
- Yes, he mentioned you, Mrs.
Johnson.
He said that with you in the ambulance, there was hardly enough room for him.
-He must be feeling better.
-Doctor, what's wrong with Henry? - You must be his foster daughter.
-Yeah.
-Henry has a bleeding ulcer.
-I knew it.
It's all that worrying over losing his studio.
-Well, he has to stop worrying.
If he has another attack, I'll have to operate.
And at his age, that could be dangerous.
-Excuse me, but what's an ulcer? -Well, it's a perforation of the stomach lining.
-How did you stop the bleeding? Did he have to swallow a band aid? -No, I stopped it with medication.
-Well, I think I can get back to the country club in time to tee off at the back nine.
Good day, Mrs.
Johnson.
- Excuse me, but, when can Henry come home? -In a few days.
I want to keep them under observation for awhile.
-But how can you observe him from the country club? -Here, have a sucker.
-I told you mouses to put it in gear.
-We're ready, Grandma.
It took us a long time to pack Punky's stuff.
-I told you, Cherie, I don't want to caught short on bandanas.
-You got your tooth brush? -It's in here.
-She's got a Michael J.
Fox tooth brush.
-That was supposed to be a secret, Cherie Johnson.
- Don't feel bad, Punky.
I've got a Billy D.
Williams tooth brush.
And it's electric.
-I still think I should be with Henry.
He's all alone.
-And fast asleep.
Now we'll go see him the first thing in the morning.
You'll sleep in Cherie's room until he come home.
Who on earth? Can I help you? -Is this the Warnimont residence? -Well, who wants to know? -Is Mr.
Henry Warnimont here? -That depends-- -On what? -On who wants to know.
-Will this day ever end? Madam, I am Simon Chillings from the Department of Children and Family Services.
I have some papers for Mr.
Henry Warnimont to sign.
- Well that's different.
Come on in.
-Thank you.
-Sit down.
Cherie, get the kibbles out the mans way.
-Thank you.
-I'm Betty Johnson-- Henry's neighbor.
-Excuse me, but you're not my regular social worker.
- You must be Plunky Fuster.
-That's Punky Brewster.
- Typo, typo-- so annoying, like missing a belt loop.
- What are these papers you want my foster dad to sign? -Well, when he signs these papers.
He won't be your foster dad anymore.
-What? -Relax, little girl-- can you read what this says.
-Department of Children and Family Services Pe-petition to Adopt.
-That's very good.
Do you know what it means? - Does it mean that Henry wants to officially adopt me? -He sure dose.
-You mean, he'll be my father for always? Nobody can take me away from him? -That's right.
-Really? -Really.
-Honest to God? -Honest to God.
-I'm real happy for you, honey.
-Congratulations.
-Yeah! Thank you, Mr.
Chillings.
I bet Henry was going to surprise me with this.
- Yes, would you get him here, so I can have the signature? -I can't, he's in the hospital.
- The hospital? -Yeah, see he's got this bleeding perforation.
He was worrying because his business burned down, and we've, kind of, run out of money.
-I see.
-This new will really cheer him up.
-Um, you girls go pack Punky's suitcase.
-We already did.
-Well go pack it again.
-Mrs.
Johnson? -Go! -Whoa! Hi-- bye-- sorry-- -Mr.
Warnimont lost his business.
He has no income? - Hog wash-- you know how kids are.
They misunderstand-- they exaggerate-- you know.
-Then where is he? - Tell you what.
I'll take these, and have Henry sign them.
Then I'll bring them back to you.
-I'm afraid I can't let you do that.
Seems to me that this situation needs further exploration.
Before we can allow Mr.
Warnimont to adopt that child, we must be absolutely certain he is capable of supporting her.
Thank you for your time, Madam.
Good evening -Morning, Henry.
-Hello, Betty.
-Well, you're looking better.
-I feel better.
Where are the girls? -Down stairs in the gift shop.
Listen, Henry-- -Please ask them to buy me some food.
Look at this melba toast.
It's like eating refried sandpaper.
-Henry, there's something I need to talk to you about.
Last night-- -Come in.
-Mr.
Warnimont? -Yes.
-My name is Simon Chillings.
I'm from the DCFS-- - You get out of here, right now.
-Betty, what's gotten in to you? -You need rest and relaxation.
You don't need this man coming in here upsetting you.
-He's not going to upset me.
He's here because of my adopting Punky.
Aren't you? -I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you a few questions.
-Go ahead.
-Thank you.
Is it true that your photography studio was destroyed by fire on January 13th of this year? -Yes.
-It's true that the studio what your primary source of income? -Yes.
-Was it your only source of income? -Yes.
-Well on behalf of the DCFS, I must ask you how you intend to support yourself and the little girl entrusted to your care.
-I'll find a way.
-What way? -I said, I'll find a way.
-Sir, I am deeply sorry about your misfortune, but in cases like this the guidelines are quite clear.
You cannot demonstrate that the child will receive adequate support.
Not only that, but your own health is in question.
I'm afraid I have no choice in the matter.
I am herewith removing Punky Brewster from your custody.
She will be placed in an emergency shelter.
-Nobody will ever take Punky away from me.
You got that? -If I have to, I will come back with the police.
-I'll get her back.
I'll start my business again, and I will get her back.
-Well, perhaps, you will.
But in the meantime, she's going to Finster Hall.
-You think Henry'll like the balloons? -He'll love them.
-I wish I had more money.
I want to get him a great present, so he'll always remember the day he adopted me.
-Don't worry-- he'll never forget this day.
-Mr.
Chillings! Henry, you signed the papers! I'm officially adopted! Yeah! Next week on Punky Brewster.
-Good bye.
- No-- it's not goodbye.
It's see you later.
-Fosters never take you back.
-Henry will.
-Forget it, kid.
You're dreaming.
-I'm considering placing Punky with other foster parents.
- Henry! Henry!