Spread your legs, please.
I'm hoping this isn't the hotel's standard greeting.
Miss hart, welcome back to The Grand Waimea.
I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
Oh, it's not a big deal.
Enjoy your stay.
Dennis, sorry for the inconvenience.
No problem.
Happens all the time.
- It's good to have you back, D baby. - It's all good, money.
Want to shoot some ball later?
Oh, I would love to, D, but got a lot of vice-presidential ass I got to kiss.
All right, brother. See you.
Don't we all?
Hi, I'm Jason Matthews, general manager of The Grand Waimea.
Ana Green, nation's review.
Oh, are you here to cover the official visit?
Yeah, and maybe get a little sun while I'm at it.
- There are worse assignments. - That's true.
Mr. Matthews, I need you.
Uh, if there's anything that I could do to make your stay more comfortable, please just let me know.
- Thanks. - Welcome.
This has got to go flawlessly, Sam.
I got every man on it.
Vice president eats a piece of sour fruit in your hotel, and the reputation will take a dive.
I will check every mango.
Here he comes.
Sir, please stand back from the driveway.
With all due respect, I own this driveway.
William, go polish your gun.
Hey, I'm Emily.
Vincent Coleville.
This is Jason Matthews, my general manager.
Welcome to The Grand Waimea.
Thank you.
Is my old man here yet?
We thought he was with you.
Vice president got held up in L.A.
He's going straight to the speech at Pearl Harbor.
And so the father-daughter weekend begins.
Not an encouraging start.
I'll go make sure that she has a good time.
This calls for a woman's touch.
Where's Nicole?
Taking the day off to spend with her fiancé.
I think they're planning to take over the hotel.
At least that's the rumor.
Joking.
The guy's leaving to go back to New York in a couple of days, so I said I'd cover.
That's very kind of you, Tessa, but Nicole has rubbed elbows with the D.C. Elite.
Tell her the day off's going to have to wait.
Sure, boss, whatever you say.
What are we going to do?
About what?
Morgan Holt. You heard Tessa. People are starting to talk.
Talk is cheap.
Exactly.
Vincent, if this guy is here to help Nicole's father buy this hotel, then I want to crush him.
Something tells me saving the hotel is not your only motivation.
Look, I just want to help.
You want to help?
Figure out what he's got planned.
Take the arrogant bastard down.
St. Patrick's cathedral was booked with another wedding.
Your father spoke directly to the cardinal, and suddenly, it became available.
He postponed somebody else's wedding?
No, just offered the couple 100 grand to move to a church downtown.
I wanted to get married at the country house.
Your father said, and I quote,
"my daughter's wedding will be the social event of the season."
Yeah, but it's our wedding.
I think that we should be making these decisions.
You've had too much sun.
We're talking about your dad.
Do you ever wish that we could just elope?
Sure.
How about the Elvis chapel in Vegas?
I'm serious.
If I had it my way, we'd do a sunset wedding with a native priest.
Just us.
But you don't.
Don't what?
Have your way.
Sorry to interrupt.
Hey, Tessa, this is Morgan. Morgan, this is Tessa, our assistant concierge.
Hi.
A pleasure.
Vincent wants you to handhold the vice president's daughter.
She's off today.
Boss's orders.
Oh, sorry, babe.
I should have anticipated this one.
Great. So, what am I supposed to do?
I'm sure you can keep yourself entertained.
I'll come and get you as soon as I'm off.
How about that?
She leaves me out here with dozens of almost-naked women.
I'm sure she can trust you, mr. Holt.
Just call me Morgan.
What the hell was that?
I'm sorry, bro.
You're Trey Chase.
Yeah, yeah.
I didn't think you were going to make that section, man, I'm sorry.
No, forget about it.
It's an honor to be burned by you. I'm a huge fan, man.
What are you doing here?
I thought the tour was out in Australia.
Yeah, it is.
I'm just taking a little time off, you know?
Gee, I can't believe you're here.
I have your perfect heat at J-Bay on video.
Yeah, Nice.
Hey, you've been ripping it out here.
How come I don't know you?
I just moved here a year ago.
Gabriel.
Gabriel. Right on.
I tell you what. Next one comes my way, I'll give it to you.
Cool. Actually, I got to get going.
My boss has totally been on my case lately.
Ah. Where do you work?
I'm a lifeguard at Grand Waimea.
It's just temporary.
I used to know some people over there.
Maybe I'll stop by sometime and say what's up.
That'd be great.
All right.
Gabriel?
You can't paddle in. You're too good for that, man.
Get back out here. Take another one.
Come on, get out here and take another wave.
Mr. Matthews.
Frank.
Down here.
You believe these guys?
They went through my entire inventory.
What am I going to do, poison the vp's gin and tonic?
Which happens to be Morgan Holt's favorite drink.
He has Brenda restocking his mini-bars four times a day.
Dude, you did not... print up his room charges?
Sure I did.
And, actually, it's pretty interesting reading.
It also kind of violates The Grand Waimea employee code of conduct.
All right, let me see.
Dude, I'm above the law on this one, Frankie.
Vincent gave me the green light to look into this guy.
I know everything, what he has for dinner, how much shampoo he uses in his hair...
his favorite pay-per-view flick?
Fetchin' gretchen.
A fine choice.
Frankie, stash this for me, will you?
Gabriel!
You're half an hour late.
Sorry. Look, I was going to come in, but you'll never guess who I started surfing with.
Trey Chase.
Trey chase, the pro surfer.
He's real famous.
His fan base is massive.
Not around here.
Well, he's a good guy.
He even invited me to paddle out with him.
Yeah, Trey's the master of first impressions.
He was also a total dog with M.J. when they were together.
He was with M.J.?
Bro, he was her first boyfriend.
Why don't I know this?
Guys...
something's been bothering me.
It's you, Gabriel.
What's going on?
You've got to start taking this job seriously.
I'm docking you an hour's pay.
Just come on, man.
No, come on nothing, Gabriel.
You're constantly messing up.
You're, you're getting in trouble with guests.
You're late.
I'm just telling you.
Telling me what?
That you're a jerk?
I'm a jerk.
But you never used to rob me before.
Then Nicole shows up, you're busting my chops every day.
Why don't you just admit it, man?
It's got nothing to do with me.
Gabe, hear me good.
Screw up one more time, I'm letting you go.
Saison 1, Episode 6 Secret Service
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What?!
Visitor.
Can I help you?
Emily, hi. Nicole booth, guest relations.
I thought maybe we could hit the beach together.
Oh, my god, totally.
We can put on thongs and spray on fake tans, have an awesome time.
Or maybe you'd just like to be alone with your music?
Sorry.
I'm sure you're just doing your job. It's just...
I flew all the way out here to spend the weekend with my father, and he sends a baby-sitter.
I understand.
What are you listening to, anyway?
You've probably never heard of 'em.
Orgy.
Actually, um, the last time they stayed here, I did shots with Jay Gordon.
You know the lead singer?
I can show you where he puked in the bushes.
Okay, let's go.
Hey you.
I've been walking around all morning, in a total daze, thinking about you.
Hey, I took a group over to Kilauea to see the volcano.
Almost stepped in a lava bed.
Free tonight?
I can't.
I'm doing a night dive over at Ko Olina.
No problem.
How about tomorrow night?
Something mellow, maybe.
You, me, a bottle of wine and a beach.
Mmm. You're on.
Well, Jason's got problems.
If he wants to take them out on me, he can go right ahead.
At least I can collect unemployment.
Didn't he make your schedule flexible so you could surf in the mornings?
Yeah.
Swan is on the move.
Hey, guys.
What's up with all the suits on the beach?
It's kind of freaking me out.
Uh, it's standard protocol.
Isn't it a little overkill?
I mean, no one even knows who the vice president is.
His daughter does.
Hi.
I'm Emily.
Hi. I'm Gabriel. Um, Chris.
How you doing?
Her dad's busy, so I'm prescribing one tropical adventure.
Any ideas?
Tons.
Unfortunately, I'm waiting on a 2:00, and I'm booked solid the rest of the day.
Gabe, how about you?
Yeah, Gabe, how about you?
Well, I'm off work at 6:00. There's this placed called the surf hut.
We could, you know, go over there, meet up, and go wherever you want after that.
Can't.
Dad summoned me to dinner.
Well, you probably shouldn't miss that, then.
It might be a violation of federal law or something.
Can't you knock off early?
Yeah, I don't think so.
Jason's been on me like a hawk. I'm on probation.
Okay. Well, maybe next time.
We'll find something.
See?
Not even here, and he ruins my day.
M.J.?
Trey.
You're supposed to be down under.
Yeah, I just got back.
Oh.
Well, welcome home, I guess.
You look great.
Thanks.
You do, too.
I missed you.
Really?
Cutting off all communication is a funny way of showing it.
M.J., come on.
You and I don't need to communicate.
We got history.
I hurt you, I know.
I'm sorry.
Just let me make it up to you.
We'll go up to my cabin like we used to.
It's too late, Trey.
I'm seeing someone.
I know things ended a little rough.
Real rough.
You know what? You're right.
Maybe I let winning pipemasters get to my head, and I just started treating everybody like crap.
Especially you.
I'm sorry.
Look, I guess I'll just see you around, okay?
Hey.
What?
I'd like to hear how things went in Australia.
You know, catch up a bit, just as friends.
Great.
I'll pick you up at 6:00.
God, that, uh, lifeguard is...
Wow.
Yeah, Gabriel's pretty cute.
You know. That one's not that bad, either.
Not bad.
Oh. Sorry, excuse me. This is my fiancé.
Maybe Jason can hook you up with a jet ski.
Yeah. Okay.
Hello?
Hey, Jason.
Hey, Emily.
What are you doing here, you slut?!
I can't believe you.
Why did you do that?
She's my father's mistress.
Hey, are you okay?
I'm sorry that this happened.
I'm fine.
Mr. Matthews, please come with me.
What is this about?
Let's go, Matthews, now.
Tell me what you saw.
The vice president's daughter pushed another guest off a dock.
Hmm.
Wrong answer, mr. Matthews.
You saw nothing.
Look, agent Fernley, if miss green presses charges, I'm not gonna cover up for some sordid vice-presidential secret.
She is not gonna press charges.
And you are gonna keep your mouth shut.
I heard you gentlemen borrowed my office.
Is there a problem?
Oh, no, no. No problem at all.
Good. Then you won't mind if I borrow my general manager.
Please.
Jason?
What's going on?
Well, I witnessed something the current administration didn't want me to see.
What's that?
Apparently, one of the journalists has a very cozy relationship with the vice president.
Take the day off.
Oh, come on, Vincent, you want me to leave...
what are you talking about?
Jason, those guys can complicate your life like you wouldn't believe if you don't stay out of their way.
And besides, it'll give you more time to spend with your buddy Morgan Holt.
It's all right, all right. I'm already working on it.
He's got a tee time at 4:00.
My golf bag is in my trunk.
And I am leaving room for his body.
Remember, golf's a gentleman's game.
If you kill him, do it with kindness.
I can't believe you shoved her in the water.
I totally snapped on her, but I don't care.
He promised my mom and me it was over.
He's a lying jerk.
My dad juggled so many women, I lost count.
Get out, security-perv! There are naked people in here.
Sorry. It's my fault.
Nicole, Vincent wants to see you.
Okay, thanks.
Listen, if you need anything, call me when you're done with your facial.
- Okay. - All right.
Sorry to interrupt.
It's okay.
I'm not really in the mood for a massage anyway.
You can go.
I know it's probably none of my business, but you look like you could use a vacation.
Ironic, huh?
Yeah.
Sometimes, I wish I could just be invisible.
You know?
Just be able to walk down the street without the goon squad following my every move.
Maybe I can help.
Watch out, Tiger Woods.
What are you doing here?
Ah, got the afternoon off.
This is one of the prettiest courses on the entire island, you know.
I don't get to take advantage very often.
Vincent keeps you guys on a pretty tight leash, huh?
Work for Walter Booth, and tee-time's every friday at 2:00.
I could be into that.
Really?
Yeah. If I've learned anything from Vincent, it's to look out for number one, so...
here's me looking.
You must think I'm an idiot, Matthews.
I mean, I'm marrying your girl.
We were made to hate each other.
Hey, Morgan...
you make her happy.
At the end of the day, that's all I ever wanted.
I've let her go, you know?
Look...
I've said some things about you and your future here at the hotel.
That was just trash talk.
I was feeling you out.
Fact is, Walter's going to need somebody to run The Grand Waimea after he takes it over.
Why don't we go someplace a little more lively, and then, uh...
I'll tell you what I know.
Hey.
Wow. This takes me back.
What do you mean?
You coming out of the house, looking so beautiful.
Yeah, except my crazy mother isn't here to give you the third degree.
Yeah, that woman always hated me.
She didn't make it easy on us.
No. I still have the scar from the window I broke climbing into your room.
I totally forgot about that.
Yep. We had some crazy times, didn't we?
Yeah, we did.
Hey, Frankie. Howzit?
Can I talk to you?
I'll be right back.
I'll be right here.
What?
What do you mean, what?
That guy treated you like dirt, and he's going to do it again.
No, it's not like that.
Look, Trey knows he was a jerk.
He's just trying to make up for it.
He's trying to get in your pants.
Okay, you know what?
That's where I draw the line with this whole big brother routine.
Look, M.J., you spent half of high school sitting on that beach waiting for that punk to paddle back in,
and when he finally did, he'd blow you off to pound beers with his boys.
Thanks for making me sound so pathetic.
Baby, that's my point-- you're not...
and now you've got a guy who knows it.
Listen... Chris came by the hotel.
He canceled his thing tonight.
He said he'd be at the surf hut.
He did?
Yeah.
Now, are you going to tell this bum to get his ass off the property, or should I do it?
Frankie boy...
he's worse than your mother.
Actually...
I'm glad he showed up.
Otherwise...
I might've done something really stupid.
I can't go out with you tonight, Trey.
Is this about extreme sports guy?
It's about me respecting myself.
Baby, I respect you.
Then do me a favor and go.
Hey, hey, hey, you don't... you don't mean that.
Yeah, I do.
No, no, M.J., wait a minute, will you...?!
M.J.!
Come in.
Hey. Sorry to bother you again, but Chris had an opening for kite surfing tomorrow, and I wanted to book you in.
Love to.
Where's Emily?
The girl from the locker room?
She said she'd paid for a facial she couldn't use and offered it to me.
Chris?
Um, hey.
It's Emily--
- from the beach. - Yeah, yeah, sure.
Where's your security posse?
Ditched 'em.
Can't you get in trouble for that?
Nah.
Is Gabriel here?
It's pretty dead.
Bartender told me he headed into Waikiki.
Oh. That's a bummer.
Well, I've got nothing going on.
Want me to help you track him down?
Hold on tight.
We should call in the local cops.
They know the island.
You guys just got off the boat.
The vice president wants this kept low profile.
Agent fernley, miss booth here developed quite a bond with Emily today.
Are you implying I helped her get away?
Nicole.
Excuse us.
Please, tell me you didn't have anything to do with this.
Vincent, I would never put the hotel at risk.
Good.
Let's just hope we find her before this thing blows up in the press.
I agree.
Find who? What's going on?
The vice president's daughter left the property unescorted.
How did that happen?
Why are you asking me?
Didn't Vincent put you in charge of her?
Let's stick to the problem at hand, you two.
Come on.
Nice, huh?
I thought we were going to talk business.
What do you want to know?
Just one thing
How is Walter Booth so sure that he can buy The Grand Waimea from Vincent if he won't sell?
Vincent may not have a choice in the matter.
Maybe he can't afford to keep it.
What are you talking about?
Come over here.
Wow, look at you.
How about a lap dance?
Guess who? Nicole.
The ball and chain goes right to voice mail.
Hey, buddy, I might need a little help coming up with the alibi for this one.
Between you and me, there's nothing wrong with a little side action.
You know what, I got someplace else I've got to be.
Hey, man, you know I'm just kidding, right?
Hey...
hey, hey, hey.
I'm serious.
Look, you'd better not tell Nicole anything...
you don't even know what you've got.
Whoa. You'd better...
Hey, none of that in here.
All right, settle down now.
You'd better watch yourself, Matthews.
Hey.
I thought you had the night off.
Decided to pick up another shift.
Uh-oh. That's never a good sign.
No.
I swear to god, why am I such an idiot?
Chris is sweet, considerate, employed.
But the minute my loser ex gets back into town, I get sucked back in.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
We've all done it.
I blew off Trey,
but when I get to the surf hut to meet Chris,
he was taking off on his bike with the vice president's daughter.
Why are you smiling?
You did good bringing this to me.
Vincent, try not to be too hard on Nicole.
I'm sure she didn't lose Emily on purpose.
This Chris Remsen is not at his residence or place of business, and he's not answering his cell phone.
Hey, Vincent.
I got to talk to you.
Not right now.
Emily's missing.
What can I do?
We think that she's with Chris, but we can't track him down.
Do you know where he might be?
There's a couple of places he hangs out.
I could drink, like, ten of these.
You sure it's okay to be out without the secret service?
See that guy over there with the shades?
He's part of my detail.
There's probably a bunch more of them in here somewhere. They try to blend in.
Really?
That's kind of cool.
You guys, I'm going to jet.
Try to find M.J.
Hey, thank you.
You guys have fun.
All right.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to pipeline cafe.
Home of Waikiki hottest wet t-shirt contest.
There's a couple of bars this way that Chris likes to go to.
I'm sure we'll find her don't worry.
Morgan's going to kill me.
We were supposed to have dinner tonight.
Uh, Nicole, I know this isn't the best time for this,
but there's something I want to tell you--
about Morgan.
No way. We are not having this conversation again.
No, this is different.
He's not the super guyyou think he is.
Like you're completely objective when it comes to Morgan?
Fine. You know what, I hate the guy, but this isn't about that.
This is about you making a mistake, Nicole.
Morgan may not be perfect, Jason, all right, but he makes me happy, so get over it.
I am over it.
- There's something I need to tell you... - Chris!
Hey. What are you guys doing here?
Where's Emily?
Aw, come on now, ladies, I need some volunteers!
Who wants to take home that $500?!
I'm gonna do it.
If you get up there, every tabloid in the country's gonna have you on the cover.
Exactly.
I'm in!
Come on, ladies.
I need some volunteers.
Oh, look what we got here!
Hell, yeah.
Come on now. Come on. Who else? Who else?
One more. One more. I need one more.
Hey, man, we got to stop her.
What are you talking about? I want to see her rack.
Hose her down!
Oh, what have we got here?
We got a little pre-game action.
Oh, are you ready?!
Are... you... ready?!
What're you doing?!
Let me go!
Let go of the girl now!
This isn't what you think.
Look, this is a mistake.
Jason.
Gabriel, what a surprise.
Move it!
Jason, I was trying to stop her from getting into trouble, I swear.
Fernley, what is going on here?
You're trying to make him a fall guy for your screw-up.
Back off or I'll arrest you, too.
I have a lot of contacts in the press who'd be really interested in a story
about how your detail managed to lose track of a certain college girl, and while I'm at it,
maybe I'll give them an exclusive about how you have been covering up
for the vice president's extracurricular activities.
Cut him loose.
Jason, thank you.
Just watch your back, Matthews.
Gabriel, I am sick of fighting you on this.
No matter what I say no matter what I do, you are going to do exactly what you want.
I understand if you have to let me go.
You want...
I'm not gonna let you go.
You're not?
No. No.
You're right, Gabe, I've been going through rough times lately, and I have, I have been busting your chops.
The truth is, you're a lucky guy, Gabriel.
You know what you want out of life, and you go for it.
And you want to surf.
And I'm going to help you do that.
Wow.
I don't know what to say.
You'd just better go pro.
I will.
You're damn right I will.
Can I come in?
Sure.
So, you want to talk about last night?
What's there to talk about?
You tried to hurt your dad by ending up on the cover of some gossip rag.
The motorcade doesn't leave for another 15 minutes.
Why don't you talk to him?
Thanks, Nicole.
I will.
And look, I'm sorry if I got you into trouble.
Only if Tessa hadn't suggested that I needed to blow off some steam, then...
Tessa?
Well, yeah.
She realized how miserable I was and helped me sneak out.
There's my dad.
Hey.
Thanks for everything.
What the hell was that?
The vice president was just thanking me for helping find his daughter.
Don't worry, Nicole.
Your name never came up.
I know what you did.
What're you talking about?
I know what you did.
And if you want a war, trust me, you got one.
Hey.
You're here early.
Your shift doesn't start for another 20 minutes.
Yeah. Just taking a little pride in the job.
Jason tell you what happened last night?
Mm-mm. I haven't seen him since yesterday.
You're not gonna believe it this.
I was at the pipeline hanging out with the V.P.'S daughter, and then she just gets...
wait. I thought Chris was with her.
No, no. He gave her a ride to meet me.
What?
Yeah. Anyway, it's wet t-shirt night, and Emily is completely sloshed.
M.J.?
Hey.
How was your night?
Nice view.
It's the best.
I'm sorry I snapped at you, Jason.
It's just, I've spent so much time being told what to do by my father--
how to act, where to be--
it's time I started living my own life.
Making my own mistakes.
Trust your heart Nikki.
It's the best guide you got.
Wha!
Hey, gorgeous.
Hi.
Jason, my man, how goes it?
Fine.
You guys, uh, you guys talking about where we went last night?
No.
Probably 'cause Jason's such a good guy.
We, uh, we went to a strip club.
Don't, don't look at Jason. It was not his idea. It was my idea.
Juvenile, yes, yes, but all part of me being confused.
What do you mean? What's going on?
Nothing but a little clarity.
And I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you in my life.
Morgan...
and, and you were right.
We shouldn't wait two months, so daddy can have his social event wedding.
I'm ready now. I'm ready to be a husband.
Your husband.
Jason here helped me figure that out.
Hey...
I want to elope.
- What? - Yes.
Just you, me and a native priest.
When?
Today. Tomorrow. Whenever. The sooner the better.
- Serious? - Yeah. What do you say?
- Yeah? - Yes!
Yeah?
Yeah, of course!
Oh, my god!
Of course!
Hey, thanks for giving me the kick in the ass I needed.
I owe you one, buddy.
No, I'm the one who owes you.