And here you can get to Best Bits of the second season

And, of course, there are also best secenes of the third season

The Runaways

Joey's taliking to himself...

Joey: "And it's gonna be great, taking over Ians shop..."

Mick: "Oh, wait a minute, just last night you worried about becoming a 9 to 5 worker!"

Joey: "Yeah, but I've been thinking since then!"

Mick: "Oh, I'm not worried."

Joey: "Now, there was this guy on TV last night, he was my age, but he's become a millionaire, selling stuff with the mail."

Mick: "Joey...Ians shop sells surfboards..."

Joey enthusiastically: "Yeah!"

Mick's starting to understand: "You wanna sell surf boards through the mail?!"

Joey: "Nobody else is doing it!"

Mick dryly: "There might be a reason."

Joey: "Yeah? Like what?"

Mick: "Like how do you fit a surfboard through a little tiny mailbox!"

Joey: "Maybe we can have inflatable surfboards and sell them through the mail, han?"

Mick still more dryly: "Oh, yeah. How about folding surfboards?"

Joey jumps at the idea: "Folding surfboards...yeah!"

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Joey watches a pretty young girl standing in front of Ians sruf shop. Ian is explaining that his surf shop doesn't provide surfing lessons.

Joey: "Hi there, my name is Joey Barrett. Nice to meet you. Ahm...my brother and I are planning to taking over this surfshop for a while and surfing lessons is definitely one of the services we plan to provide!"

Girl: "Oh, that's great! How much do you charge?"

Joey: "Charge...ahm..."

Ian: "Oh, we usualle charge 20$ an hour."

Joey to the girl: "20$?"

Girl: "Yeah!"

Joey: "Great, great! When would you want to start?"

Girl: "Say...one o'clock?"

Joey: "Great for me!"

Girl: "Great for me, too!"

Joey's nodding enthusiastically.

Girl: "Davy! Come here and meet your surfing instructor! This is my little brother Davy. Davy, shake hands with Mr Barrett. He'll be teaching you."

Davy: "He looks like a geek!"

Girl: "Davy, be nice! So, see you at one!"

Joey confused: "Yeah...yeah..."

Ian: "The hardest thing you'll have to remember sometimes is: the costumer's always right!"

Joey ironically: "You are a very funny guy."

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3 Ex Miss Sweden need someone who shows them the surf shop. The brothers haven't seen them yet. Joey wants to take the job, but then, Davy turns up.

Joey flehend: "Mick, Mick, Mick! Do me a favour bro, please. Take my lesson for me. Ok? I'll owe you a big time. Come on!"

Mick nachdrücklich: "Alright. But you will owe me!"

Joey: "Absolutely, absolutely."

Mick: "Well, Davy, I think you'll be stuck with me for the day."

Davy: "Well, the lesson's not for me, it's my sister who wants to learn."

Girl: "Yeah, he said he had susch a good time so I wanna try."

Joey is staring, open-mouthed, Mick's grinning.

Mick: "Well, you came to the right place and the right Barrett!"

Three elderly ladies come in.

Mick to Davy and his sister: "I'll be right with you!
and kindly to the ladies: "Good day."

Inga: "Hi, I'm Inga, these are my sisters Maria and Greta. Who is to show us around, please?"

Mick points to Joey, grinning: "Ahm, he's your boy, ladies."

Inga: "Oh, what a cutie!"

The three Ex Miss Sweden rush to Joey, crying uh and oh and touching him everywhere. He watches them with a shocked expression. Mick's leaving, laughing loud, with Davy and his cute sister.

Joey: "Ah...Mick...bro...bro, help!!"

Regarding Joey

The Press wants an interview with Sorenson. He's charged for murder.

Sorenson: "It was an accident."

Journalist: "But the victim was found in the trunk of your car."

Sorensons lawyer: "Mr Duphy committed suicide."

Journalist: "Are you saying then, that Mr Duphy shot himself in the back of his head, wrapped himself in plastic and then locked himself in Mr Sorenson's trunk?"

Sorensons lawyer: "He was very depressed."

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Mick's visiting Joey, who's still under anasthesia.

Mick: "Had us pretty worried then, pal. Just gotta do things your own way, don't you. Pain in the butt. I really thought...maybe I'd lost you...
But you'll be fine, Joey. I'm here now. I'm not gonna leave you alone again.

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Mick's sleeping in Joeys room. Someone walking around in the room wakes him up. He leaps up and grabbes him. The guard from outside opens the door, gun aimed, and switches on the light. But it's only Joey. 

Mick (to the guard): "It's ok! False alarm!"

The guard closes the door.

Mick: "You scared the hell out of me!"

Joey: "I scared you?"

Mick: "Oh, man, I'm so sorry."
Och, did you take the IV out?"

Joey: "Yeah. It was itching me. Had to go to the bathroom."

Mick (laughing relieved): "Forgot what happened the last time you had to go to the bathroom?"

Joey (not very firm): "No..."

Mick: "You're alright?"

Joey thinks for quite some time. Then: "My head hurts."

Mick: "Yeah, that can. Oh I'm sorry. Come on. You're hungry?"

Joey: "No, I'm thirsty. I could drink."

Mick pures some water into a glass: "Thirsty, thirsty, yeah."

Joey drinks it in one big gulp.

Mick: "Alright, you are thirsty."

Joey: "Thanks. Well, I'd better get going."

Mick's grabbing him: "Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute, pal, you're not going anywhere."

Joey: "I'm not?"

Mick (softly laughing): "No."

Joey points to the door, behind which the guard is: "Did I do something wrong?"

Mick (surprised): "What? Nonono, he's there vor your protection. Don't you remember what happened?"

Joey: "No."

Mick (firm): "You were shot."

Joey: "Oh. Really?"

Mick (worried): "Really."

Joey: "This is a hospital, then?"

Mick (softly): "Yeah"

Joey: "This is my room."

Mick: "Yeah..."

Joey: "And what are you doing in here?"

Mick irritated: "I didn't think you want to be alone after all you went through."

Joey looks to the ground.

Mick fragned: "Joey...Joey?"

Joey looks at him.

Mick: "Joey, you're feeling alright?"

Joey: "I should probably know who you are, shouldn't I?"

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Doctor: "This isn't as uncommon as you might think, Mr Barrett."

Mick: "He doesn't know who I am. He doesn't even know who he is!"

Doctor: "I understand that."

Mick: "Well, but I don't! You said there wasn't any damage!"

Doctor: "No, no brain damage. But this kind of amnesia is often caused by the sort of trauma your brother experienced. The shock was both physical and mental."

Mick: "So how long does it usually last?"

Doctor: "Oh, it's impossible to say. Cases vary. Some patients retrieve with some pieces of their past, others wake up one day with a fully restored memory, still others have to relearn everything."

Mick: "But how come he can still talk?"

Doctor: "The amnesia doesn't affect those areas of the memory. What your brother has lost is his identity and all that gues with that."

Mick bitter: "Yeah, including me."

Doctor: "Yeah, including you."

Mick: "So how do I help him?"

Doctor: "Well, sometimes the same sort of trauma can revers the process, but we sure won't bash him on the head. The only thing one really can do is wait and see."

Mick: "What are you saying, do nothing?!"

Doctor: "Well, I don't wanna give you false hope, but one thing that has been known to work is cognitive therapy. That is to say: if one can somehow find the trigger, it might release the memory from the subconcious."

Mick, suddenly interested: "What kind of trigger?"

Doctor: "Well, what you would literally have to trying to do is "jog" his memory. Sit down with him, talk to him, tell him about his life, some specific moments, even a phrase can do it.

Mick: "I say the secret word and get my brother back, is that it?"

Doktor: "Yes."

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Joey awakes from a nightmare. Mick's there in no time.

Mick: "Joey, Joey, you've had a nightmare."

Joey: "Oh...yeah...guess you're right, bro."

Mick: "Do you remember who I am??"

Joey: "Yeah."

Mick: "You do?!?"

Joey: "Yeah, you're Mike, right?"

Mick disappointed: "Mick...Mick."

Joey: "Oh, man, I'm sorry!"

Mick's waving disappointed.

Joey: "I'm sorry, really, I'll get it right next time, I promise!"

Mick: "Just go back to sleep, ok?"

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Joey tells Mick about his nightmare.

Mick: "Joey, was there a girl?"

Joey, as if it was the most natural thing in the world: "Mick, there's always a girl!"

Mick's jumping onto Joey's bed.

Joey: "What..."

Mick: "That was no dream!"

Joey confused: "Wasn't it?"

Mick: "Well, yeah, yeah it was a dream, but that actually happened to us!"

Joey: "No, Mick, these guys, they were chasing us, they had guns!"

Mick: "Yeah, they usually do!"

Joey still more confused: "They do??"

Mick laughing: "Yeah, come on, you gotta think! You're on the track, you!"

Joey: "I know but there were just images, I...I don't know, it was just a dream!"

Mick: "Look, last year, Gordon sent us down to Mexico..."

Joey: "Wait a minute, who is Gordon?"

Mick calms down and thinks for a moment.

Mick more to himself: "You don't remember Gordon..."

Joey: "No."

Mick wants to get off the bed: "Good Night!"

Joey grabs him: "Wait, wait a minute, what about Mexico? What about a year ago? Tell me!

Mick's giving in: "Alright, alright."

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Mick tells Joey about their job..

Joey: "You shouldn't do that to a guy who's just suffered a head injury."

Mick: "Do what?"

Joey: "Oh, come on, you're making that stuff up!"

Mick: "I'm not, I wish I were!"

Joey firm: "That kind of thing does not actually happen."

Mick: "To us it does!"

Joey: "How?!"

Mick: "Well, it usually starts with one of Gordons goddaughters."

Joey: "What line of work are we in?"

Mick: "Ahm...we're not really in any line of work."

Joey: "See, that's the problem. Too much time at our hands! You don't like this Gordon guy very much, do you?"

Mick: "It's not that I don't like him, it's just that I could do without him, that's all."

Joey: "Well, he sounds kinda cool to me!"

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Mick takes Joey a bag with junk food up to the room. He's playing chess with Fritze. . Mick's approaching astonished.

Mick: "You don't play chess!"

Joey: "You say so", und setzt Fritzi schachmatt.

Fritzi: "That's fascinating."

Joey: "Oh, Fritz, this is my brother, Mike."

Mick: "Mick!!!

Joey winces: "Mick...Mick..."

Fritzi laughs: "We know each other."

Joey: "Oh. Oh...you two..."

Fritzi and Mick together: "No, no, come on, don't think...we're just friends! Just friends!"

Joey: "Ah, so maybe no, but you wanted, really."

Mick empties the bag on Joeys legs.

Joey to Fritzi: "He's a little upset."

Fritzi: "Is he?"

Joey: "Yeah. He seems to think we're some kind of ninja-surfer-detective-cops or something."

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Mick's packing Joey's bags. Joey's sitting on the bed, looking sad.

Joey: "You're pretty mad, aren't you?"

Mick's throwing things into Joey's sports bag: "What?"

Joey: "About this court case, this guy I'd have to testify against, that's pretty bad news, isn't it?"

Mick: "He's the one who shot you, Joey."

Joey loweres his head: "I'm sorry."

Mick: "Why are you sorry?"

Joey: "I'm sorry that I can't be mad like you. I...I try to be, but I can't remember. It's a little hard for me to be upset about it."

Mick: "Don't worry about it. I'm mad enough for both of us."

Joey: "I just wished I could help you out, that's all."

Mick softly: "It's ok."

Mick stops packing: "It'll come back. We just gonna get you out of the hospital and up on your board, that will do it, hm?"

Joey: "Yeah, maybe."

Mick starts packing again.

Joey: "You know, it's funny. You tell me about me...us...it's kind of like you're telling me about this other person, this person that I don't know. The funny thing is, I kinda like him."

Mick softly: "It's hard not to."

Joey: "What do you mean?"

Mick: "Everybody likes him."

Joey: "Really?"

Mick: "Really."

Joey hesitating: "Do...ahm...do you like him?"

Mick looks deep into his eyes: "I love you. You're my brother."

Joey: "Pretty close, hm?"

Mick smiles: "Pretty close."

Joey: "But can we still be? I mean, if I don't remember all this stuff? What if...if I won't ever get my memory back, I man...if...you won't like me as much?"

Mick: "That isn't something you've ever got to worry about."

Joey: "Thanks."

Mick leans at the table and again, looks into Joeys eyes.

Mick: "Let me tell you something about Joey Barrett. He's got this talent. Talent for living. Not everybody has it. It's a gift...I admire. It gets him and me in a hell of a lot of trouble. But I sure do admire."

Joey not believing it: "You admire me?"

Mick smiling: "Yes, I do."

Joey: "Mick?"

Mick: "Yeah?"

Joey: "I'm afraid. What if I won't ever get my memory back...then who will I ever be?"

Mick: "You'll still be you, Joey. You'll still be my brother."

Joey: "That's a good thing, right?"

Mick: "Oh, yeah. It's the best, bro."