Jason walked along the crowded beach with his rescue tube and flippers in hand. He saw a familiar beach vendor, "Crazy Bob" in fishing attire complete with a medal detector. He prepared to sneak up on him. "Hey! Crazy Bob!" Jason cried. The man was startled for a moment before turning around to see Jason. "Jason, my man! Crazy Bob said smiling. What's happening?" Jason told him that he had lost my shades. Could he help him out?

Crazy Bob looked on his body rack. "What do you want? You want your polarized lenses? You want your UV protection? How about...wait a minute..." He pulled out a metallic sporty, stylish pair. "How about these? I just found these!" Jason was happy with them. Crazy Bob went on his merry way to peddle his merchandise and find to treasures. Jason's head seemingly turned 360 degrees to do the usual when glared at an attractive woman's rear end.

"Hello sunshine!" He said. Leigh walked up behind him to tell him to take it easy. She was already spoken for. The attractive woman walked toward her much older husband and they kissed. Jason was disappointed.  He remarked that the scene was unnatural!  How did Leigh know about her husband? Leigh told him that the  woman knew exactly what she wanted and what it took to get it. After the couple finished kissing, the young woman dropped her beach covering to reveal a bikini. As her husband went off to swim, a small boy approached Leigh and Jason. It looked like a lost and found. 

Jason, who was looking at the ocean, sees a floating board. "Looks like a wipe out! I'll take the surf, you take the turf!" Leigh said. "Cool!" Jason said, as Leigh left. He kneeled to talk to the boy. "Hey Kaki!  Lose your mama? Come on!  We'll find her." He then picked him up. Meanwhile in the ocean, the man floated on his back as Leigh tended to a little girl. "You O.K.?" She asked, holding a leash behind her back. "You want to know how to get a handle on this thing?" The girl nodded. "Ta-da!" Leigh exclaimed, revealing the line. "I'll show you how to put it on."

With no one watching the ocean, the man was suddenly snatched from the surface of the ocean. He never had a chance to cry out or resurface. No one noticed his strange, but suspicious yank to the water below. Meanwhile, Sean in a Lifeguard Van was stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. "Hey! Let's go! Let's get a move on!" Yelled the driver in the car next to him. "Come on, man. That's no way to start your vacation. Nobody's going anywhere. So, just hang loose, all right bro?" Sean said. The driver yelled back, "Whatever!" 

Leigh attached one end of the line to the board and the other end was for the girl to use on herself. Leigh sent the little girl out with reassurance. "All right! Now get out there and have some fun girlfriend!" Crazy Bob, who had suddenly seen the man's body float toward the shoreline saw Leigh and called her over. "HELP! HELP! OVER HERE! QUICK! QUICK! RUN!" He wavered his arms so that she could see where he was. Leigh got out of the water to grab her rescue tube and ran toward the victim. She flipped him over face-up. Jason jumped in to help get him in to shore. Leigh tended the victim, checking vitals while Jason called Sean.

Jason told Sean that they had a CODE RED in front of tower 2. They needed backup now! Sean said that he was on his way. I thought that Jason should have called for an ambulance first, and then got Sean. I was looking at how much wasted time there was! They noted that there was no pulse, no breath. They began CPR. While Leigh and Jason started CPR, Sean called for backup. He then turned on his siren to ease his way through traffic.

"Come on big guy! No one's dyin' today! Not on my beach!" Leigh cried between breaths. The woman pushed her way through the crowd. "Oh my God!" She cried. "That's my husband!" Jason told her to stay back so that they could have room to work. They were doing everything they could. Crazy Bob came through the crowd. "Jason, I need to talk to you." He said. Jason told him Not now! Give them a hand and keep the crowd back. Crazy Bob did as he was told and told the crowd to back up. 

Sean slipped through the crowd to get onto his knees. He asked them what did they have? Jason told him that it was too late. The victim wouldn't respond to CPR. Leigh cried that she just couldn't get any air to him. Sean examined the man's throat. His windpipe was crushed. Leigh stood up to address the man's wife. She told the crowd to stand back. The ambulance got there and soon had a backboard and collar on him. Leigh asked the woman if she wanted to ride along with her husband? The woman responded, "Uh...no! I have a friend here. I'll get a ride." She said. With that, she left without a second thought about it. She didn't seem like a wife suffering from her husband's tragic death. The body was loaded into the ambulance.

Leigh just didn't understand how that could have happened. She just saw him and his wife on the beach. Leigh cried with Sean comforting her. Two men walked toward them. One of the men spoke right out. Lieutenant Kane of homicide. He asked Sean if he was the one in charge. Sean told him yes and asked what happened to Mocca? Lieutenant Kane said, "Forced retirement. They brought in a man from San Francisco. Councilman McKenna feels we need more professionals among the force. That's too bad." Sean thought that it was too bad. He thought that Mocca was a good man. "I'm Captain Sean Monroe of Baywatch Hawaii." Since they had to close off the area, the Lieutenant told Sean to have his guards keep everybody out. No one was to touch anything until they finished their investigation.

"They know the drill." Sean told him. "Any next of kin you know of?" The Lieutenant asked. Leigh told him that his wife was just here. She said that she was going to the hospital. He told them that he would talk to her there. Sean would assure that she knew where to go. Leigh was still pretty shaken up over the whole incident. Sean found the woman all right. Kissing a young, but extremely muscular and strong young man! Sean just stood there shocked-staring. He just couldn't believe it! She saw Sean looking at them and stopped. They both got into a cream colored limo. Sean was still staring with his mouth ajar. Later Sean met with the two members of his staff involved with the attempted rescue. Leigh and Jason sat in the two seats facing Sean's desk.

"According to your accounts, you were both involved with rescue preventions activities when the victim was found. Did you see anyone go near him in the water?" Sean asked. Jason told him that the last person he saw was his wife and that was on the beach. When asked if she knew anything, Jason told him no, there was no warning, no nothing. But they they saw him go in. Sean was puzzled and didn't it. How does a perfectly healthy man go in the water end up with a crushed windpipe? Leigh's explaination was that anything could have hit him in that crowd out there. A surfboard or a kayak. He could have been pushed down to the bottom by a wave and hit his neck on some rock. 

Sean told her that he  didn't buy it. Leigh rolled her eyes while sighing. He was breaking his own set of rules a second time by pursuing this case. And as Sean said himself, they were lifeguards. It wasn't their job to pursue police matters. Sean noted the facts that there was minimal surf and the boards were way down on the other end of the beach. "You think someone did this on purpose?" Jason asked. Sean gave him that usual cocked brow expression. Leigh told him that she had a victim once. Licture marks all over his neck. Murder, no. He got his neck caught in the surfboard leash. Sometimes people die with no water in their lungs. Try drowning. She then repeated to enforce her theory. Try drowning. 

Jason said that she was right. They couldn't go jumping to conclusions judged by the way the situation looks. They should let the police do their investigation. Find out what happened. The police lieutenant came in with the merry widow. She was dressed in a sexy party black strapless number. She barely held the shawl over it so most of her dress could show. "Captain Monroe, this is Sasha Graves. She wanted to come by to speak with the lifeguards who were with her husband." Sean extended his hand for her to shake. "Mrs. Graves, my condolences." He said. "Call me Sasha." She insisted with her eyes watered over. Both Jason and Leigh gave her their condolences. "This is Jason Ioane, Leigh Dyer. They were with your husband when he was found." 

She spoke right up. "It was a terrible accident. The police showed me the preliminary coroner's report. There's nothing anyone could have done." Sasha said. "I wanted to come by to personally thank all of you for trying to save him. I know you did your best." Jason spoke lowly to Sean stating that he had to leave and get back to his tower. Sean gave him the permission to go. He would see him later. After Jason was gone, Sean's attention returned to Sasha. "I'm curious, Mrs. Graves. Did the coroner's report state the exact cause of death?"

Shocked, she looked up at the lieutenant before she spoke. "Why...drowning, of course." After she managed to get those stunned words out, Sean continued. "Oh, well did they give you an explanation of how his windpipe got crushed?" Sasha then went into her little act. Her tears ended here. "Are you insinuating that someone might have intentionally hurt him?" She asked, looking from Sean to the lieutenant. "I think Mrs. Graves have answered enough questions for today." The lieutenant said. "If there's anything that all of us can do to ease your grief, please let us know." Leigh said kindly. "All I want to do is take my husband home." Sasha said.

Sean needed Leigh to take Sasha out of hearing range. He wanted to talk to Lieutenant Kane. "Leigh, could you please?" Sean said, motioning with his hand. Leigh placed a comforting arm around Sasha and they walked out of the area. When they were alone, the lieutenant stepped forward and asked, "What was that?" Sean explained to the Lieutenant, "When I went to see if she has a ride to the hospital, I found her in the parking lot all over some guy." Lieutenant Kane told him so what? "So what?" Sean asked shocked. "Her husband just died and she's making out with someone?"

"Just because people cheat on their spouses doesn't make them killers." Lieutenant Kane said in Sasha's defense. Sean invited him to sit. Once both men were seated, Sean was able to express his opinion and suspicions. "All I'm saying is what the guy look like coming out of the water. It's possible that his drowning wasn't an accident." The lieutenant gave a stern warning. "Look Monroe," Said the lieutenant. "Lets get one thing straight. This is a police matter now." He held up the case document. Sean told him that their jobs and reputations were on the line Somebody died on their beach and he needed to know what happened. "If there's anything suspicious about Mr. Graves' death or his widow, well uncover it. Remember, that that's a patch on your uniform-not a badge." Lieutenant Kane reminded Sean. With that made very clear, he got up and left angrily.

Sean's face displayed strong suspicion and he believed that Sasha had her husband killed. As he had with the shark incident, he would again go against his own rules and get involved with a police case. At The Hilton Tropics Bar, Brian was at a table with a woman. Jason and Zack arrived, Zack howling like a wolf.  Jason was giving others high fives. They sat at the bar, not far from Brian's table. The two look over at Brian and his lady friend. "Hey, check it out!" Jason said. "Brian and his date's here." 

"That's a problem. This is our bar. Those guys are poaching." Zack said, insinuating his being a Hawaiian Lifeguard. "What are you talking about, man? It's a free country. They've got as much right to be here as we do." Jason said. But Zack told him "No way! We're regulars, man. We're here all the time. Buyin' drinks, crackin' jokes, lookin' sharp." Zack explained. "The chicks are here because we've been baiting this place for months. This is our happy hunting ground-not theirs." Jason told him to relax. There was plenty of fish in the sea. He told Zack to trust him. Brian was one of them. Besides, they needed to share the wealth. "No bro. No! Sharing is cool when it's half a hoagie or a case of brew." Zack said. "When it comes to babes, man. Take no prisoners." Jason stated that Brian was The Man on this island. He was not messing with him. But he told Zack to go ahead. It was his mess. He proceeded to order two beers.

"Whose mess?" Zack asked before slithering over to Brian's table. "Hey! Brother Brian! What's up?" Brian told him that Zack was! Zack sat down. Jason got the drinks and came over. Zack filled Jason in about Brian's lady friend telling him how she was out snorkeling this morning when she lost her favorite pair of phanician pearl earrings! "Brian dove down 50 feet to retrieve it." She said. "50 feet!" Zack said. "That's nothing! My pal Jason can dive down 100 easy!" He patted Jason on his shoulder. Jason froze. "100 feet is pretty impressive. Can you, Jason?" Brian asked innocently.

Jason was still frozen before he spoke. "Why? You don't think I can dive that deep?" He asked. Brian told him that he didn't say that. He meant that he didn't know that he could hold his breath that long. Brian told him that was all. Zack, who didn't learn a lesson from his first attempt at getting his A-1 rating pushed on. "What! You trying to make my boy look bad in our bar?" Zack exclaimed. "Zack," Jason said with a frozen smile. "Chill out." Brian laughed. "Your bar? My friend, I've been coming here before either of you learned how to swim." There was trouble brewing in the air. "Do I? Do I smell a challenge?" Zack asked, looking around. Brian and Jason stared at each other.

Sasha placed two leis on the surface of the water that was sectioned off. One was black and white and the other orange. Sean with his rescue tube in hand walked toward her. "Mrs. Graves, I'm very sorry. But I'm gonna have to ask you to step away." He told her. She knew how to play the innocent. She was very good to someone who wanted to be fooled. "I just wanted to put these flowers in the water for Richard." She said, seemingly innocent. Sasha kept rubbing her palms together. "I understand that. This is a crime scene and the beach is closed. I'm gonna have to ask you to step away, O.K.?" Sean cautioned. She tried to sway him her way. She knew that he would not dismiss the fact that she was kissing another man. He saw them with his own eyes. "I don't understand. The coroner's report stated that Richard's death was an accident." Sasha said. Sean gave her a dash of reality. "That was just a preliminary report and we won't know for sure until the autopsy." Sean said. She looked at him and continued. "Why, that's crazy! Why would anyone want to hurt him?" 

"Did your husband have any enemies?" He asked. "No," She said. "Everyone loved Richard." Sean pressed on. "What about your friends?" Sean asked. "Any reason why anyone might not want him around?" This woman really layed it on thick. "I suppose I should be used to this kind of treatment by now. When people don't like what they see, they usually make...ugly assumptions." She said. "Actually, you left very little to the imagination." Sean said. "The man you saw me with is a close family friend." Sasha explained. "Sergio was comforting me. I need all my friends around me right now to help me get over this...terrible tragedy." She tried pouring it on...unsuccessfully. "Can you understand that, Captain Monroe?" He told her yes, he could. "But I also know that if someone hurt somebody I loved, I'd do everything in my power to bring him to justice." Sean said, enforcing his point on the issue. There would be no compromise. He observed her actions. Sasha folded her arms under her chest. Her face displayed emotion somewhere between angry and disappointed because she failed to win him over.

Meanwhile, two canoes made their way out into the ocean. When they were settled over the decided depth, Zack had his say. "It's simple. The channel below us goes down 100 feet. All you gotta do is swim to the bottom and come back up with a fist full of sand. The loser stays out of The Tropics Bar for a month!" Brian wanted to up the stakes. "I got one better!" Brian said. "The loser has to clean up Waikiki Beach from Diamond Head all the way to The Tropics Bar. And that starts at every weekend for a month." It sounded great to Zack. Well, why shouldn't it? He wasn't the one who was diving. He wasn't athletic and could only use Jason to do his dirty work. "You're on!" Zack said, accepting the challenge. He turned to Jason with assurance. "Ready Champ?"

Jason just stared at him before he spoke. "Bro, I'm not gonna lie to you. I've never gone down 100 feet. I've been thinkin' about this and maybe you can help me out. WHY are we doing this?" Zack tried some reassurance. "This is Brian were talking about! Don't be fooled! He's an interloper!" Zack said without worry. "A what?" Jason asked. "Don't you watch Animal Planet?" Zack asked. "Every spring the alpha male gather the females...to mate. Just when he's about to do his business, an interloper comes in and tries to cut in on his action. I don't care if they're a rhino, lion, moose...walrus. Call of the wild, bro. Gotta face the challenge. If you lose, you just don't lose the battle. You lose the right to mate."

"I hope you're not doing anything this weekend at your bar. It looks like you might be tied up this month." Brian said. Jason gave him a well see laugh. He jumped into the water. The signal was given and the lifeguards faced off by diving. Zack took goggles and dipped his face in below the surface to see how they were fairing. He then took bets! "Somebody's on the way up!" Zack said. Brian surface FIRST with a fist full of sand as the rules stated! Zack grimaced. "Where's Jason?" Asked Brian. About 8 seconds later Jason came up with a lobster. They both reached the bottom. The girl stated. "It's a tie!" Zack was angry because if they lost, the money he collected for bets would go back to everyone. NO WAY! NO TIE!" Zack said.

[SHARKEYS NOTE: Sorry, but Brian DID surface with the required fist full of sand first. A full 8 seconds ahead of Jason. Jason didn't do that. He came up without sand. Jason was the loser and it should have ended there. But the rules took a different twist and Jason didn't have to clean up the beach. Maybe if he had, there would be no more association with troublemaker Zack.]

Everyone shouted, "REMATCH! REMATCH! REMATCH!"

[SHARKEYS NOTE: It's sad that Jason didn't learn from past experiences in manipulation. What was even worse is Brian allowing himself to get sucked into this mess.]

Sasha Approached Leigh. Leigh asked her how she was holding up. Sasha told her that to tell the truth, she...she was still in shock. She extended her bribe gift. "This is for you. I wanted to thank you for trying to save my husband." Oh, Leigh said, stunned. "This was totally unnecessary." She took the gift to open it. When Leigh had opened it, Sasha explained, "The shells are from the The Forbidden Islands." 

"I know what they are. It's way too extravagant. I can't accept it. I was just doing my job." Leigh said. But Sasha needed to know that Leigh was in her corner. "I want you to know that you're being appreciated. You're the only one who has been kind to me." Sasha said, pouring it on. She was really hoping to pit Leigh against the persistent Sean Monroe. "I heard about the push for an inquest. It must be very hard for you." Leigh said. "As if losing my husband isn't enough. Now all of our painful dirty laundry is gonna be hung out for the whole world to see." Sasha said whining. "Maybe our marriage wasn't perfect, but I never wanted anything bad to happen to Richard."

Leigh was completely fooled by her crocodile tears. She held Sasha's hands to comfort her. "I'm sure itll be over soon." She said. "Is there anything I can do for you?" This was her chance. "The captain. He seems so determined. You think you can talk to him?" Sasha asked. Leigh assured her that she would see what she could do. Sasha insisted that men didn't understand what we had to go through. Sasha continued whining. She held onto Leigh's hand as if was the very strength that was holding her up. This enforced her need for help. Meanwhile, Sean was on the phone dealing with what Sasha feared most. 

"A week to get autopsy results?" Sean asked complaining. "Don't you give priority to homicides?" He paused until the person on the other end finished speaking before he responded. "There is a suspect and she's a flight risk. Look, the incident happened on my beach. I'd like to know what happened." He wasn't happy with what was said next. "Fine! Fine!" Sean said angrily. "I'll do that." Leigh had just come in and was now standing behind Sean as he hung up. He was startled when he turned to see her.

"Oh, hey!" He said. "Kane doesn't get it. He thinks he should let a murderer walk away cause she's rich." Leigh looked at him and said, "I think I know what this is about." Sean didn't know what she was talking about. "By all means, fill me in." Sean said with a sigh. "The rescue went badly. It's normal to wanna blame someone." She said. "Leigh, our jobs and reputations are on the line here." He explained. She corrected him. "Our reputations are in tact. Why don't you give Sasha a break?" Leigh said. "And get your mind back on lifeguarding. Sasha?" He couldn't understand Leigh. The common sense Leigh Dyer-the thinker. The organizer. "What are you? Girlfriends now? The woman may have killed her husband." He enforced.

"You don't know that." She said. "You don't have any evidence. And if the police had any, they'd arrest her. You said yourself...crime solving is not our jurisdiction. We put our time and energy into saving lives. That's our mission. So how about doing it?" "Because sometimes you have to do the right thing." Sean said before walking away. "Fine, Columbo. Let me know when you get your girl!" She said, calling after him in sarcastic defeat.

Jason ran down the beach toward Zack in a tired, gangly sort of way. He then climbed the wooden deck. He asked him what was up. He sat down in one of the chairs around the table. Zack told him the Breakfast of Champions.  A couple of egg whites for protein. He broke two eggs to let the whites fall into a blender-type mixing glass. O. J. for vitamin C. He added orange juice from the container to the egg whites. A little Tabasco sauce for pep. Grass for the immune system. Jason smiled as Zack placed a mixer in the container. Jason asked him if he was really going to drink that. Zack told him not him. Jason was the one who had the contest to win. The smile disappeared from Jasons face as Zack placed a portable blender in the mixture. Jason asked what he was talking about. Jason told Zack that it ended in a tie. Zack stopped blending and turned to face him. He told Jason what was the point of a contest if it ends in a tie? He placed a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Look, does a bikini contest end in a tie? No way! Dude! You need to rise at the end of your shift for round two." Zack said, continuing to mix the drink.

Jason told him no way. That thing was nasty. He was not drinking it. Zack told him that it would so for him what spinach did for Popeye! Jason just insisted-no, looking at the drink held out before him to accept. Zack kept holding and motioning it there until he took it. When Jason held it, Zack smiled. He told Jason that was what he was talking about. Jason drank as Zack popped food into his own mouth. As Jason held his nose to drink it down, Zack kept howling like a wolf.

Sasha found Sean at The Tropics Bar sitting at a table working in his notebook computer. She stood before him in a little clingy slip dress. She appeared drunk for his benefit. She leaned over toward the table and said, "I hear that you've been asking around about me at the hotel."

"Well, I'm worried about you Mrs. Graves." Sean said. "I care about people that I rescue, but I see you're doing just fine. You've got a beautiful dress on and you're all ready to go." She told him that "Well, my husband and I went to Hawaii to PAR-TY. This is all I brought. Do you mind?" She wanted to join him, so he didn't mind, motioning her to sit at his table. She then smiled at him while leaning. "My glass is empty. Would you buy me a drink?" Sean told her sure. He didn't buy her act. He wore a slight suspicious expression. "Maria!" He said to a waitress. "Coffee for the lady!"

"Coffee?" She exclaimed in disappointment. "I don't want coffee!" Sasha got up to go to the bar. When she stumbled, Sean got up and walked toward her. She placed her order. "Give me a double vodka-absolute." She winked at the bartender. "You better be careful with that stuff." Sean warned. "Ahhh!" She said. "Have to deal with my pain." Sean guessed that people grieve in different ways. Sean said. "I was thinking about your husband. You're absolutely right. It probably was an accident, but what I can't figure out is how a surfboard made that kind of a bruise. I have a friend at the coroner's office and he seems awfully convinced that that kind of pressure mark can only be made by someone's thumb. Think about that."

"You think I killed him, don't you?" Sasha asked, keeping her intoxicated act. "Now, why would I do that? For his money? You've been watching too much late night TV. You should read a book." This was her cue to pull out a magazine from her bag. She held it up for him to see. "The money is mine. I'm the one...who came up with the cosmetic line." She put it on the counter and pointed to an article from the cover. "I'm the one...who sold it door to door. I'm the one...who thought of going online while my husband just laughed at me. He didn't think a woman could be successful using the internet."

Sean remained silent and just looked on with even more suspicion. "He was dead wrong," Sasha said. "Any more questions you want answered?" She slapped the magazine flat against his chest before stumbling. He caught her and said to the bartender. "Sorry pal. I'll take care of it." He was leading Sasha away from the bar. "All right, man." The Bartender said. They were off the platform and on the sand when Sean finally spoke to her. "Mrs. Graves, you have got one hell of a mean streak in you. You think that's the first time a man tried to get rough with me?" She said. "Is that what happened?" Sean asked. "Your husband hit you?" She looked at him while she staggered "You really wanna know?" She said. "I do," Sean said.

"Yeah, he hit me." She said. "It was his favorite way to blow off steam after a tough day lying on the couch in front of the television while I was out making a living. He was a piece of work." Sasha constantly staggered while walking. "That doesn't mean I had him killed." She fell against him. Sean stabilized her. "Look, nobody's accusing you of anything." Sean said. "You have to admit that your behavior has been a little strange." She was pouring it on thick. "Have you ever been in a bad relationship?" She asked. "Have you ever felt like you were drowning in the power of another person?" She looked at him with her unsteady glance. "I see...you seem like the type who's always in control." She then saluted him. "Captain!"

"Look, marriages go bad all the time. People leave. Why didn't you?" He asked. "I was afraid of what hed do to me." Sasha said. Sean continued. "Or you could have gotten help," Sean said. "His friends are my friends. One of them gave me a run for my company. He never would have believed me." Sasha said, stumbling in front of Sean to face him. "What?" She came on to him as Sean tried to stop her. "I think you should go back to your room now." He strongly suggested. "Ohhhh, maybe you could take me. A woman in my condition? Anything could happen to me." She paused before continuing "....on the way."

Her lips pressed against Sean's. He pulled her off. "Feel better?" He asked. She remarked that she was getting there. She smiled, still reaching to paste her lips onto his again. "Thank you-you're in mourning, remember?" He told her. Sasha got angry and fought him. "Son of a ..." He told her to take it easy. Take it easy. He tried to restrain her. People were looking on, shaking their heads. They seemed to have sympathy for Sasha. "Son of a bitch! Take your hands off me!" She yelled to draw attention to herself. She broke one of the thin straps on her dress. "Why don't you go back to your hotel and sleep it off?" He suggested.

She warned him that he was going to be sorry that he ever laid eyes on her. She left in a huff while Sean rolled his eyes. Sean got back to The Training Center to find Detective Kane on the phone at the desk. He just finished and hung up. "Detective Kane! Catch any criminal today, detective?" Sean asked sarcastically. He told Sean that maybe he would if he would stop interfering with his job. With that said, he started asking questions. "Were you at The Tropics Bar two hours ago?" He asked. "I was. I was doing my payroll. Anything wrong with that?" Sean asked.

"Were you with Sasha Graves?" Sean told him that she was there. Why? "Were you harassing her?" Detective Kane said. Detective Kane held out some documents for him to look over. "What's this? Sean asked, looking the documents over. "Formal complaint." Detective Kane said. "She claims you asked her to meet you at the bar. You put the moves on her. She refused to sleep with you and you roughed her up." Sean looked at him in disbelief. "That's absurd! She came to me. She was drunk." Sean said.

"That's the story. She was hysterical." Detective Kane said. "Did you bother going down there and asking some people what they saw?" Sean asked. "Look Monroe, I told you to stay out of this. Now I've got her pit bull lawyer breathing down my neck." Detective Kane said sternly. "Use your brain. I'm a lifeguard. I save people. I don't hurt them." Sean stated. Detective Kane told him that it was his word against hers. She had a lot of juice behind it. Detective Kane said. "Look, I don't know how you handle things on the mainland, but around here, we don't let people get away with crimes just because they have a lot of money to throw around." Sean said.

"I don't know how you do things on these islands, but if someone gets in the way of my investigation, I do something about it." Detective Kane said angrily. "Now I'm warning you. If you go near her again, I'll slap you with a restraining order." Sean was caught looking as Detective Kane left the room. But his expression displayed more determination than ever to bring Sasha Graves to justice. "I can't believe this!" Leigh said. "I'm gonna talk to Sasha about this. There must be a mistake..." 

Yes indeed! There was a mistake all right! The fact that the woman was a con artist. Leigh said it herself in the beginning. A lady who knows what she wants and knows how to get it.   

Sean told Leigh to stay away from her! That lady's a whack job. There's no telling what she was capable of. She probably used him as her punching bag. "There's one thing I don't understand. If it's her money, why would she kill her husband?" Leigh asked. "Because if she divorced, it would cost her half of everything she has." Sean said. "O.K., so what if you're right? Let the police go after her." Leigh suggested. "This complaint she filed is serious stuff. If you keep pushing this, you could lose The Center. Everything that you have worked for." Sean realized what Leigh was saying. "I'm gonna talk to Crazy Bob. He's the one who pulled her husband out of the water. Maybe he saw something." Sean said.

"Crazy Bob doesn't see anything unless it glitters and has resale value." Leigh said. "Besides, hes gone." Sean didn't understand. "What do you mean he's gone?" Sean asked. "I saw him leaving this morning." Leigh said. "The guy's worked this beach every day for 20 years. He's never missed a day." Sean asked. "He told everyone that he was going to Las Vegas...first class." Leigh informed Sean. "First class?" He asked, while Leigh nodded. "The guy borrowed 50 bucks from me last week to pay his rent." Sean said.

"Then, why was he taking off in a limo?" She asked. Then they both realized that Crazy Bob's swift exit had Sasha's money behind it. At The Hilton Hawaiian Village Hotel, Leigh ignored Sean's warnings anyway. She opened the door to an off-white limo. Sasha got out and tossed her hair, standing before Leigh, satisfied to have Sean off her back. "I want you to drop the complaint against Sean Monroe." Leigh said. "I can't do that," Sasha said. "He came after me."

"I know Sean." Leigh said. "He wouldn't do that." Sasha told her that maybe she  didn't know him a well as she thought. Sasha closed the door to the limo. Leigh told her that the only person she didn't know around here was her. But she was starting to. And she bet she didn't know anything about the only witness disappearing either. This angered Sasha. "I thought we were FRIENDS, Leigh." She said sternly. Leigh defended Sean. "Sean Monroe is my friend and he's in trouble." Leigh said, even as Sasha's strong boyfriend suddenly appeared behind the woman. "If I were you, I wouldn't get involved." Sasha warned her. The threat was obvious. "I'm already involved. I'm going to do everything in my power to find out what happened to your husband. Because that's the only way to clear Sean's name." Leigh said. 

Sasha's huffed expression said everything. The two watched as a determined Leigh Dyer passed by them. Sasha, who felt threatened by Leigh, didn't like the idea of another nosey lifeguard digging for facts. Her boyfriend stared at her and Sasha felt his eyes. "What are you looking at?" She demanded angrily without even looking at him.

The teams of lifeguards lined up on the beach to watch another challenge. "Brian, what is all this? I thought you said it was a tug of war." Jason demanded. "It is, Brian assured him. "Only in the water. The first man who pulls the other guy past the Booey wins."

Zack told Jason that they had this one! He had seen him drag a boat through a sand bar! Was he ready? Jason told him, "I know. I'm a walrus, right?" Zack told him no, this time he was the lion. Zack growled with his hands fixed in a clawed position. Strong, ferocious! Not to let him steal his pride. Jason, not feeling 100 percent told him that he didn't feel so good. He thought that the protein shake was getting to him. Zack told him that it was just the wei grass doing it's thing. He patted Jason's cheeks. Brian and his group were getting impatient. He asked if he and his assistant were ready or what? The boys eyed each other. They headed toward the water. Jason and Brian dived in to get into their starting positions. Their rescue tubes were attached, pointed at the Booey. Zack soon gave the signal. They swam in the opposite directions to pull each others resistance. Zack was over Jason, coaching and encouraging.

Zack was yelling for Jason to swim.  Jason was slowly getting pulled past the Booey. Zack kept yelling and made his way back to the midway point. During the excitement, the tubes parted. Zack yelled wait! They were all soon getting out of the water to the disappointment of the crowd. They got out to be handed yellow towels. Brian had admitted to Jason that this never happened to him before. Jason told him that he was happy if he was. "Right on!" Brian said. "Cool." They gave each other a shake. "Wait a minute! This in totally fixed! What did you do? Bribe to have the hook broke on this thing?" Zack said complaining. IJason told Zack that it was a a tie. It was all good. He walked off. "We were robbed!" Zack said. "Hey! Where ya goin'?" Jason sat on the sand, coughing. He didn't feel well. Brian admitted that Jason was strong. He told Zack that they were all going to the The Tropics Bar to celebrate. "What? Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! This isn't over!" Zack said. "I'll take you on!"

"You?" Brian asked, laughing. "What? You afraid a little trainee might kick your butt?" Zack challenged, holding his arms out to his sides. "Ahhh?" When the crowd broke up, Jason got up and approached Zack. "Man, are you nuts? This is Brian Keaulana! He probably did rig out tubes to save our egos. Just walk away from him. Dont be stupid." Jason said. "You can walk away." Zack insisted that he could take him. He was all fired up. It was on to the next event. And they were soon standing before a logging wheel that lumberjacks usually use to sharpen their reflexes for the fun and games. Brian was waiting on the log for him.

"You couldn't have played into my hands any better!" Zack yelled out to Brian. He then spoke to Jason. "I have three uncles who are loggers up in Oregon. It's in my blood, man. I can River Dance all over these things. He did a lot of footwork, mimicking the brilliant cast of Riverdance. "Dude!" Jason said. Zack didn't hear him. He just kept dancing while gurgling the music. "Bro," Jason said, placing a hand on Zack's shoulder. Zack stopped. "Don't ever do that near me again, O.K. buddy?" Zack then said happily, "Get out that silly frilly apron and that frilly little hat. We're gettin' ourselves a maid." 

Brian yelled that he was waiting. When they started out slowly, Zack kept up, but was struggling with balance. They stopped with Brian looking at him. They worked it backward with Zack wavering his arms. He was losing his balance and soon fell off. Brian laughed while Jason grimaced. He went out to the water. The group cheered. Zack wasn't satisfied after he had just lost. He was still challenging. Zack challenged him to another contest. Jason grabbed him and pulled him out of the water. With Zack still challenging, Jason had to carry him out over his shoulder. Zack was trying to get off. When he seemed calm, Jason let him down. Jason asked him if he was all right. Best two out of three? Zack yelled out to a laughing Brian. Best two out of three?

Leigh got out of her car with groceries to the back stairs of The Center. She went up the stairs and started to enter the door when she heard something in the water. A man seemed to be in trouble. He yelled for help. She turned around to see him go under. Leigh dropped the groceries to raced down the stairs and to the beach. As she ran, Leigh took off the top covering her swim suit. It dropped to the sand. Leigh dove in, determined to get the man safely out of the water. She went under to see that the diver with a tank and mask on, laying flat on his back against the ocean floor. She reached out to get him only to have the man try a surprise attack! She wrestled with him.

Meanwhile, as the two wrestled in the water, Sean was on his way up the stairs with groceries. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Sean saw the signs. Leigh? He asked if she was in there. He didn't smell any garlic! He smiled,  but it soon disappeared. He was puzzled. Leigh? He looked in the window. Leigh was still fending off her attacker who was desperately trying to drown her. Sean looked around and noted the bag of groceries that Leigh had left on the porch. He happened to look up in time to see Leigh and her attacker surface. She was fighting hard, although out of breath. Somehow, she had forced the diver up to the surface so that she could get more air. He pulled her back under. Under water, she fought to keep him from getting at her neck. Sean was now below the surface of the water. He took the attacker's mask off and the two men wrestled. Sean finally gave him a hard blow with his arm, disabling the man. Sean got the attacker up to the surface and onto shore as Leigh held her tummy while trudging to the sand. She collapsed to catch her breath. Sean now stood over the now recognizable man.

Sean announced that he was sure that she knew Sasha's kissing cousin-turn executioner. He then addressed Sergio. He threatened the man to start talking or he would garner the number out of him. Sergio said "no more" breathlessly. He would tell him everything. Sean demanded that he would tell the  police as well. Getting up, and still out of breath, Leigh said that she would call 911. Sergio was still recovering, laying on the sand. The police arrived and soon had Sergio cuffed and loaded in a police unit. Detective Kane walked toward Sean and Leigh.

He was so glad that mourning act could make such an impact. Leigh asked if they found her while laying against Sean's shoulder in comfort. Kane told them that they found her. She just happened to be having dinner with her lawyer. Talk about an alibi. Sean stood and said that he was surprised they didn't find her in church. He pressed that he was going to arrest her! The Detective was silent. His face displayed disappointment. Sean couldn't believe it! Oh Kane! Come on man! But the detective told Sean that his hands were tied. "Unless you Island guys have some magic way to have her throw herself into a volcano, she's on the next flight out of here." 

I couldn't get it here. In any other state, if a person was a suspect, an order would have been slapped on a suspect to keep them from leaving town. And I didn't think that Detective Kane and his group were very good. You would think that the police department was helpless to do anything. This was totally UNBELIEVABLE! Unless Detective Kane got paid off. Well, Sasha paid off the only witness that no one else seemed to had thought about. She was alert as to who had pulled her husband out of the water and no one else had been. UNBELIEVABLE!  

A very different scene surrounded the lifeguards. Jason and Brian were taking it easy. Zack doing the wait services as he had planned for Brian to do. He had to wear an I AM THE CHEF apron that had CHEF crossed out and was replaced with the word SLAVE. Jason had the gall to state that they should make it a regular thing. Zack carried a huge heavy cooler. Brian yelled to Zack that he was down again. He would like another drink. He wiggled the empty bottle in his hand. Jason, who was enjoying this told Zack to put some more chicken on the grill when he was done. 

SLAVE? I don't think so! They should have come up with something a lot better than that. Zack got what he deserved. I thought that he got off too easy. He should be mopping up the beach as stated in the beginning for 6 months. It might make him more respectful.  

And when he was done with that, Brian's girlfriend told him that she could use another back rub. Zack liked this particular request, but was stopped by Jason. Jason told him that it was all right. He would take care of that. Why didn't he get back to the cooler? Zack complained that this was all bogus. The woman sat on Jason's lap with her back facing him. He started massaging her shoulders. Brian warned Zack that he won't get anything done standing there. He kept saying, "Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Jason told Zack to smile. Where was the energy? Did he want him to make him a protein shake? Everyone laughed. Zack pointed at Jason angrily to warn him to watch it before getting back to work at the grill.

Sasha and Sergio were at the hotel desk getting ready to check out. She was looking over a list. Sasha complaied to the desk clerk that she didn't order the movies on the list. Especially those movies. She looked at Sergio, but the man was staring at her in a clueless way. Sasha barked her next order. Where were her bags? Sergio went to get them. She then snatched another list from the clerk. Sean walked toward the desk. Sasha's back was facing him, so he surprised her a bit. "Sasha!" Sean said.

Sergio started to attack Sean but Sasha held up a restraining hand. He couldn't do anything to her now. She assured Sergio. He went back to the bags. He knews that he was out of his league. Sean agreed with her. She was right. She was in a league by herself. Amazing! Her boyfriend spills his guts and she just walks away. Untouchable, wasn't she? Sasha told Sean that Sergio was a career criminal. His word against hers was meaningless. Sean seemed puzzled and wanted to know for the record why she did it? 

"Do what?" She asked. Sean laughed. Sean told her that he may not like her a whole lot, but he did respect talent. So, what happened? Was it because he hit her? Sasha was proud to tell him how she got away with it. She admitted that actually, Richard never touched her. Sean pressed on that it was all about the money. That's what it was all about. She got Sergio to drown her husband because dhe didn't want to give him half of it. She was good. Sasha told him that she had to do something. She was even brazen enough to smile. Because he never really earned it. She looked around before her eyes finally rested on him. Did Sean really want to know why he had to go?

Sean insisted that he did! Sasha told Sean that Richard bored her! That was more than any woman should have to bear. Sean looked at her and said that she was one cold, cold lady. Sasha kissed his cheek while Sean brushed her off. She told him that it was too bad that they didn't have their night. He-would have been interesting. Her eyes scrolling his body. Goodbye lifeguard! She waved her fingers. She thanked him for the game. Detective Kane was behind her. Sean assured Sasha that it was not over. He lifted his shirt up a bit to reveal that he had been wired. He pulled the device out completely. "What's this?" She asked stunned as a cop began cuffing her.

Detective Kane said that they got what they needed. That Sean was very impressive. Sean gave the device to the detective. Sean tol him back at you! Nice shirt too. "Mahalo," Detective Kane said. He was not as conservative today and was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. "You set me up?" Sasha demanded in shock. "You think you did something? You think this makes you a hero?" Sean's mouth curved into a smile while Sasha cursed him. He rested on his arm while leaning against the counter. "Sasha Graves, you're under arrest for the murder of your husband. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney." Detective Kane stated her rights as she was led away. She looked back angrily at Sean.

While she was taken away, Leigh walked up to the counter. Sasha caught a glimpse of her with Sean. The expression on Sasha's face said that she was set on revenge. With her money, she could very well do that in the future. Leigh told Sean that Sasha finally met her match. Sean stated that he needed to get back to the beach to take a nice, long swim. Leigh told him that they should skip the swim. They should stay away from the water for a while. He asked her for dinner. Leigh told him that she still had that lasagna in the freezer. They turned away from the counter. He offered his arm and she accepted by holding onto it. They started on their way out of the hotel. 

Well, I had to admit that the acting here was good. The story well written and direction well done. I could have given this one 4 rescue cans if the cussing had been toned down quite a bit and the filler plot had have been something else besides a set of silly contests set around the even sillier character Zack. Brian was too good a character to waste on such a plot. What can you say about Zack except that he hadn't learned anything at all after his failing to get his A-1 certification. He knew that all of the events that led up to his not getting it was concerning this type of behavior.

But it was disturbing that a trained detective and police department couldn't put a bunch of clues together as evidence. It makes the Hawaiian police department look incompetent. A mere lifeguard with no police training was able to follow through with his own investigation. I still say UNBELIEVABLE!

And they really need to tone down their visits to The Tropics Bar. They seemed to be in the place more than they patrol the beach. This gives the impression that The Center's lifeguards are nothing but a group of alcoholics. With that said, it is on to the next review.  My Score: 3 Rescue Cans

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