Punky Brewster (1984) s02e18 Episode Script

Maybe the world is blind or just a little unkind.
Don't know.
Seems you can't be sure of anything any more.
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.
Last -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.
-Madam, I am Simon Chillings from the 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 does.
-I'm real happy for you, honey.
- Would you get him here so I can have a 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.
-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.
-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 Fenster Hall.
-Mr.
Chillings! Henry, you signed the papers.
I'm officially adopted! And now, part two of "Changes.
" -Here, Henry.
I got you these instead of flowers, because you're not allergic to balloons.
-Thank you, honey.
They're beautiful.
-And you don't have to put balloons in water.
-Why don't you girls wait outside? We haven't finished talking to Mr.
Chillings yet.
-They haven't finished signing the adoption papers.
-How am I going to tell Punky she has to go to Fenster Hall? -You're not.
Now Punky can stay with me until you're up and around again.
-Good idea.
-Well, we do have an emergency custody rule for situations like this.
-Good.
No Fenster.
Case closed.
-Not quite.
Punky will have to stay at Fenster for at least three days while I investigate you, to make sure you qualify as a temporary custodian.
Oops, too tight.
-But we're trying to keep her out of Fenster.
- I'm sorry but it's procedure.
Fudge.
Too loose.
-Forget the procedure.
We're talking about a little girl.
Can't you bend the rules for once? -Bend the rules? My good man, rules are the only thing that separate us from the lower animals.
Just right.
Now would you like to say goodbye to Punky before I take her? -How kind of you.
-Well I, I try to be sensitive.
Why don't I wait outside? -Yes, why don't you.
-OK.
Here I am, Dad.
Sit down, Punky, there's something I have to tell you.
- I already know, but go ahead I want to hear you say it.
-Well-- -I'm adopted.
-Punky.
Punky.
I can't adopt you.
-I don't understand.
Don't you want me? - Honey.
I want to adopt you more than anything in the world.
The thing is, I can't right now.
-Why not? -Mr.
Chillings thinks I can't support you until I get my business together, and I can't do that until I leave the hospital.
Hey, I know, I'll stay here and nurse you back to health.
Kleenex, Aspirin, bedpan.
-Punky, you can't stay here.
-Where will I live? -Fenster Hall.
-No! Please, let me stay with you! -Punky, It will only be for a little while.
Three short days and then, with any luck, you can stay with Mrs.
Johnson and Cherie until I come back home again.
Come on, Punky.
Chin up.
Just remember, even though we may be separated for a little while, our hearts will always be together.
Mr.
Chillings is waiting to take you to Fenster Hall.
-OK.
Goodbye.
- No.
It's not goodbye.
It's see you later.
-Then why does it seem like goodbye? -See you later.
-See you later.
-Girls, I'd like you to meet your new roommate, Punky Brewster.
-Aw.
It's too crowded in here already.
-Now, I want you to make Punky feel at home.
-The only place I'll feel at home is at home.
-Nonsense.
We're all one big happy family here, right Milly? -I'm Liz.
-She's Milly.
-Of course, Weasel.
-That's Weezie.
- All right.
You girls should start wearing some name tags or something.
-Good idea.
Everyone should wear some kind of name tag.
-Now Punky, I'm going to go see Mrs.
Johnson and get your things.
In the meantime, I want you girls to get acquainted.
Remember, a Fenster girl is a happy girl.
-That's the spirit.
-Boy, that was really funny.
Hi there, what's your name? -Anna.
-Hi Anna.
-Hey you.
Stay away from my sister.
You got something to say, you say it to me.
-OK, I just wanted to-- -I ain't interested.
-Say kid, you've been on the outside.
Did Blake find out that Krystle's really Rita? -What? -Dynasty.
What's happening on Dynasty? -Our TV's broken and Weezie's a TV addict.
-I am not.
I just can't live without it.
-Her mother was the same way.
She named Weezie after George's wife on The Jefferson's.
I even have a brother named Magnum.
-Sorry, Weezie, but my foster father, Henry, doesn't like me to watch Dynasty.
-Is that why you left? -No, he got sick, so I have to stay here for a few days.
-Wait a minute.
Are you the same Punky that wrote the message in the hall? The one that said you're never coming back? -Yeah.
-I knew it.
I can spot a lifer a mile away.
-Hey, I'm no lifer.
What's a lifer? -Kids like us, who go from foster homes, to group homes, to joints like this.
-That's not me.
-Look, there's only two types of kids in this world.
Lifers and Bradys.
-Bradys? -Yeah, like the old TV show, The Brady Bunch.
-Yeah, you know, Greg, Bobby, Marsha, Jan, and Cindy, and-- -She gets the idea.
Perfect kids with perfect parents.
Their biggest problem was how to fit all their new clothes into their closet.
-That was one of my favorite episodes.
-Boy those Bradys were lucky.
They had such a nice mom and dad.
-But that Florence Henderson, what and actress.
-Florence always bought them nice things, and tucked them in at night, and hugged them all the time.
Kids like us can never have parents like that.
-My foster dad, Henry, does all those things.
I can't wait to get back to him.
-Back? Fosters never take you back.
-Henry will.
-Forget it kid.
You're dreaming.
-Well, dreams can come true.
- Yeah, you want to see what happens to dreams? Once a lifer, always a lifer.
- Not fit enough to take care of a child? I'm surprised you think I'm fit enough to pack a suitcase.
-I didn't say you weren't fit, I said you weren't qualified.
-Aw, bull peppers.
I've taken care of more kids than the old lady who lived in a shoe.
-Yes, well unfortunately your apartment isn't much larger than a shoe.
The rules state clearly that the foster child must be provided with his or her own bedroom.
-Let me get this straight.
Now Punky's not allowed to share a room with her best friend.
She has to go to Fenster Hall and share a room with four strangers? - Well, yes.
-Well the bozo who came up with that rule, ought to have his qualifications checked.
-Now calm down.
-Touch me, and you die.
-Why can't you be reasonable? Rules are the only thing that separate us from the lower animals.
Am I right? Why doesn't anyone give me the respect I deserve? -There.
Dreams can come true.
Brandon! Am I glad to see you.
You brought our picture.
Thanks, boy.
Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Well, don't worry, I'll be back with you, Cherie, and Mrs.
Johnson in a day or so.
Brandon, quick! Go on.
-I've bought your things.
It looks to me like you brought everything.
I'm not gonna be here that long.
- Punky.
Sit down.
I'm afraid you're going to be here longer than we had planned.
-But you said Mrs.
Johnson could take me.
-I said she could, if she qualified.
Unfortunately, she does not.
-Just exactly how long will I have to stay here exactly.
-Well, I don't know exactly, but it could be quite a while.
Hey.
Open up these doors.
-I'm sorry, Mr.
Chillings but I've gotta get out of here.
Be reasonable.
There's no other place for you to go.
- Yes there is.
There's one place I can always go.
Weezer? Weasel? Weezie? It's dark in here.
-Punky, Mrs.
Johnson tells me that you're gonna be moving in with her in a couple of days.
-No, they won't let me.
They've taken me away from Henry and everybody I love.
I don't know what to do.
You're my last hope.
-What do you want me to do? -Just fix it.
-How? I don't know.
Just fix it.
Please? - Punky, sit down.
-No.
I'm not going to fall for that again.
Every time I sit down, somebody gives me bad news.
-OK, then stand.
But I'm going to have to take you back to Fenster.
- Boy.
Sitting, standing, now I get bad news in any position.
-Tell you what.
I still know a lot of people that work at Fenster Hall.
Now maybe I can talk to the person who's in charge of your case, and I might be able to straighten this whole thing out for you.
-Thanks, Mike.
I knew you wouldn't let me down.
-By the way, who is in charge of your case? -Mr.
Chillings.
-Simon Chillings? Come on, Mike.
-I'm right behind you.
But Simon, you can't-- -Look Fulton, don't defend that child to me.
She is incorrigible.
-She really didn't do any harm.
-She incarcerated me in a closet.
She made a laughing stock out of me.
-Simon, you already had a head start on that.
Well, it's no wonder Mr.
Warnimont has an ulcer trying to raise that little wildcat.
-He loves her.
We all do.
She's a terrific little girl.
-Excuse me.
There's something on your sleeve.
-What? -Your heart.
You have always been too emotional.
-Too emotional? -When I took over here all I'd hear from the children is, Mr.
Fulton let us stay up late.
Mr.
Fulton let us have an extra dessert.
Mr.
Fulton let us raise a pig on the roof.
- How is Petunia? -She was delicious.
-Simon, that's cold.
That's cold, man.
-The point is, I now have Fenster running like a well-oiled machine, and I don't want you coming along here and gumming up the works.
-Simon, I'm not trying to interfere.
I only want what's best for Punky.
-So do I.
-Good.
Then I'd like you to reconsider your decision about letting Punky stay with Mrs.
Johnson.
-All right, no.
-Why not? I mean, what's more important? Whether she's in a wholesome, caring environment, or whether she has her own bedroom? -Calm down.
-I'm sorry.
I can't help it man.
You ate my pig.
-Look, in my judgement Punky's better off here.
-Hey, look.
She'd only be staying with Mrs.
Johnson for a short time until Henry can get back on his feet again.
-You know, I'm glad you brought that up, because now I'm questioning whether she should be with Mr.
Warnimont at all.
-What are you talking about? -I'm considering placing Punky with other foster parents.
-Well un-consider it.
That little girl and that old man love each other.
-The key word, is old.
-No, the key word is love.
Simon, have a heart.
Those two belong together.
Can't you give Henry just a little more time? -Well on one condition.
-What? -That you get out my office.
-Hey, it's a deal.
-But I warn you, if for any reason Mr.
Warnimont is unable to recover financially or physically, I will not hesitate to place Punky in a new foster home.
Unlike you, I am not blinded by emotion.
I see the whole picture.
These eyes miss nothing.
- Never mind.
Ciao.
-Ciao.
Probably spells it C-H-O-W.
-I can't believe Chillings wouldn't let Punky stay with you.
-That chowder head was born with a rule book instead of a heart.
-Henry, what are you doing? -All this lying around and resting is making me a nervous wreck.
-You can't do that.
-Watch me.
The sooner I get my life together the sooner I get Punky back.
-Henry, you've got an ulcer.
The doctor said one more flare up and you have to go under the knife.
- Stuff and nonsense.
The only slice that quack is going to make is with his 3 wood.
-What do you want? -Henry? -Punky.
Hello sweetheart.
-How are you doing? - Much better now that I'm talking to you.
-I miss you.
- Honey, I miss you too.
-You know, Mike's here with me.
He just talked to Mr.
Chillings, and he said, as soon as you get out of the hospital and reopen your studio, I get to come home with you.
-Yo, Henry.
Get well.
-Well I'm getting better every minute.
Should be any day now.
-Well I hate to rush you or anything, but can you pull it off by Friday? -Well Friday sounds fine.
In fact, I'm leaving the hospital right now.
-Henry.
-Get my suitcase.
-I ought to get you a straight jacket.
Punky, first thing tomorrow, I'm going to the bank, I'm taking out a loan, and-- Aah-- -Henry.
-I'm taking out a loan and opening a new studio.
So don't worry, you and I will be-- -Henry, what's the matter? -Get the doctors, fast.
-Henry! Henry! Next week on Punky Brewster.
-And Henry had an operation last night and now he's in the intensive rest room.
Punky may not be coming back home.
Chillings is placing her with new foster parents.
-I'm sorry, Henry.
I'm so, so sorry.