02x17 - Changes: Part 1

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Punky Brewster". Aired: September 16, 1984 to March 1986.*
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Follows Punky and her dog, Brandon who have been abandoned by her parents.
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02x17 - Changes: Part 1

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[theme music]

♪ 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
that 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 ♪

[instrumental music]

It's your bet, Henry.

I know.

Two chocolate chippies.

I'll see your chocolate chippies

and raise you one macaroonie.

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 a full house.

Kings over sevens.

[barks]

That does it. I quit.

Oh! Don't get mad at Brandon.

It's just... beginner's luck.

[siren wailing]

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.

[telephone rings]

Warnimont residence.
Henry speaking.

Yes. That's correct.

Yes.

I own a photography studio
at that address.

What?!

I'll be right there.

Henry, what's the matter?

That fire truck was for me.
My studio is on fire.

[gasps]
Oh!

[intense music]

[indistinct chatter]

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

How did it start?

Well, we're pretty sure
it was a short in the wiring.

How much damage?

[chuckling]
Oh-ho. This was a bad one.

I tell you, I'm glad I'm not
the owner of this place,

'cause whoever it is,
they got completely wiped out.

It's me.

Oh.

Well, cheer up, huh?
Could've been worse.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[keys jingling]

Henry, maybe it's not
as bad as we think.

Maybe you're right.

[gasps]

Maybe I'm wrong.

[instrumental music]

Holy macanoly.

Oh! Al, we're in 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?

It's Henry Warnimont.

Would you mind
if I interview you on the air?

- Well, I don't know--
- Am I okay, 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?

Whoops! Wally,
are you listening?

Better get a publicist.

No, seriously,
Mr. Warnimeents...

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 do 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. Warnimeents, I know that
I speak for every Chicagoan

when I say that I hope
you get your hardware store

re-built as soon as possible.

Back to you, Paul.

Come on, Al.

If we hurry,
we can get some footage

on that -pound pig

that got loose
on the expressway, come on!

Henry, are you okay?

Everything is ruined.

Everything.

- My negatives.
- Yeah.

Punky: [gasps] Oh.

Oh.

My life work... ruined.

Destroyed.

Irreplaceable.

Built up this business...

Thirty-four years.

Put my heart and soul into it,
and now...

in the blink of an eye, it's...
It's all gone.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

My God.

What...

am I gonna do?

[instrumental music]

Henry: Rent.

[typewriter keys clicking]

Electricity.

Telephone.

Food.

[music continues]

[sighs]
I can't pay them all.

[music continues]

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?

[clears throat]

Betty...

- I'm in big trouble.
- You are?

Thanks to the fire,
I've got no money coming in.

But I've sure got
a lot going out.

[sighs]

For the first time
in my entire life...

I find myself
unable to meet my obligations.

Do you have any rainy day money?

Oh, Betty.
I've been hit by a typhoon.

My savings are nearly
all gone already.

Oh, get outta here.

Now, I find that awfully hard
to believe.

I say this out of love, Henry.

But you're 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 manner of speaking.

What do you mean?

I bought a policy when I first
opened the studio in .

I'm afraid...

I never increased the coverage.

Henry.

I meant to, in the early ' s.

But it seemed so expensive.

Oh, what are you gonna do?

Well, I... Mmmh.

- Henry?
- I'm fine, I'm fine.

No, you're not.
I'm calling an ambulance.

I don't need an ambulance.
Just a good belch.

Henry, stomach pain that strong

is serious.

- I'm callin' an ambulance.
- No! Betty!

I'm perfectly alright.

- Aah!
- Henry?

[intense music]

- Betty, I've got an idea.
- What?

Why don't you call an ambulance?

Right.

[instrumental music]

Woman: 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 gonna be okay?

Oh, Henry is 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.

[laughs]

Nurse, this patient
needs complete rest.

So, uh...

Wake him up every four hours
and give him a sleeping pill.

Look, doctor.
I-- I don't work here.

My name is Betty Johnson.
I'm Henry's neighbor.

I brought him to the hospital.

Oh, yes. He mentioned you,
Mrs. Johnson.

He said that with you
in the ambulance,

there was hardly
enough room for him.

He must be feelin' better.

Doctor, what's wrong with Henry?

Oh, you must be
his foster-daughter.

- Yeah.
- Henry has a breeding ulcer.

I knew it.

It's all that worryin'
over losin' his studio.

Well, he has to stop worrying.

If he has another att*ck,
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 for the back nine.
Good day, Mrs. Johnson.

Uh, excuse me.
But, uh...

Uh, when can Henry come home?

In a few days.

I wanna keep him
under observation for a while.

But how can you observe him
from the country club?

Here, have a sucker.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Betty: I told you monsters
to put it in gear.

Cherie: We're ready, grandma.

It took us a long time
to pack Punky's stuff.

I told you, Cherie.

I don't wanna be
caught short on bandanas.

- You got your toothbrush?
- It's in here.

She's got
a Michael J. Fox toothbrush.

That was supposed to be
a secret, Cherie Johnson.

Oh, don't feel bad, Punky.

I got a Billy Dee Williams
toothbrush.

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 sleep in Cherie's room
until he comes home.

[doorbell rings]

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.

Oh, well, that's different.
Come on in.

- Thank you.
- Sit down.

Cherie, get the Kibbles
out of the man's way.

Thank you.

I'm Betty Johnson,
Henry's neighbor.

Oh.

Uh, excuse me, but you're not

my regular social worker.

Ah, you must be...
"Plunky Fewster."

That's Punky Brewster.

Oh, tch-tch-tch,
typo, typo. So annoying.

Like missing a belt loop.

Oh, 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."

"P-- petition...

to adopt"?

That's very good.
Do you know what it means?

Uh, does it mean...

that Henry wants
to officially adopt me?

He sure does.

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!

[squealing]

[Betty laughing]

I'm real happy for you, honey.

[Punky squealing]

Congratulations.

Yay! Thank you, Mr. Chillings.

I bet Henry was gonna
surprise me with this.

Yes. Uh, would you get him here,
so I can have his signature?

He can't.
He's in the hospital.

Oh, the hospital?

Yes, see. He's got this
bleeding perforation.

He was worrying
'cause his business b*rned down.

And, we've kind of
run out of money.

I see.

This news 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!

Ah. Hi.

Bye. I'm sorry.

[Punky grunting]

Mr. Warnimont lost his business?
He has no income?

Oh, hogwash.
You know how kids are.

They-- they misunderstand,
they-- they exaggerate.

- Y-- you know?
- Then where is he?

Uh... tell you what?

I'll keep these
and have him to sign 'em.

Then I'll bring 'em 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's capable of supporting her.

Thank you for your time, madam.

Good evening.

[instrumental music]

- Morning, Henry.
- Hello, Betty.

- Well, you're lookin' better.
- I feel better.

Where are the girls?

They're upstairs
in the gift shop.

Uh, listen, Henry...

Please ask them
to buy me some food.

Look at this melba toast.

It's like eating
a refried sandpaper.

Henry, there's somethin'
I need to talk to you about.

Last night...

[knock on door]

Come in.

- Mr. Warnimont?
- Yes.

My name is Simon Chillings.
I'm from the DCFS.

Oh, you get out of here,
right now.

Betty... what's gotten into you?

Look, you need rest
and relaxation.

You don't this man
comin' in here upsettin' you.

He's not going to upset me.

He's here
because of my adopting Punky.

Aren't you?

I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to ask you a few questions.

- Go ahead.
- Thank you.

[sighs]

Is it true that your photography
studio was destroyed by fire

on January th of this year?

Yes.

Is it true that the studio

was 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 Fenster Hall.

[instrumental music]

You think Henry will like
the balloons?

He'll love them.

I wish I had more money.

I wanna 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. Yay!

[instrumental music]

Narrator: Next week
on "Punky Brewster..."

- Goodbye.
- Oh, 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!

[theme music]
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