After a break of almost exactly 6 months Beach Patrol: Saturdays is back for its concluding episode.
Crestline A low density and remote rural community in San Bernardino County, known for historically having a high proportion of German immigrants and residents.
Undersea location A mysterious undersea location that contains some sort of mystery that was buried during a coastal earthquake decades ago
Eugene Trevino Head of the Bay City branch of the Pacific Pioneer Oceanic Research.
Brian and Rebecca Wohler A middle aged couple of German descent who live in Crestline.
July 20th 1996
8pm on a hot Saturday night: The battle of the bands was about to get underway and despite the appearance of the Venezuelan gym cartel and the flaxen-haired individuals in trench coats, the crowd on Barracuda's smoky dancefloor was in a buoyant mood.
(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (To Party!) Despite the appearance of the Venezuelan Gym Cartel and flaxen haired thugs in the crowd at Barrucuda's, no one was backing down from the Battle of the Bands. Not to be outdone, they also entered the competition. There were 8 bands competing and our heroes' band; Beach Division were fourth. The early acts were average to poor and the crowd was murmuring their disapproval.
In a thrum of sound, Beach Division burst on to stage, blazing in the spotlights. Stella on lead guitar, Winter on bass, Doc on drum, Art on sax and of course Ditch on vocals. The playing was... OK but Ditch's singing brought the house down.
Once all bands had performed their sets, the judges went into deliberation and after some discussion, the declared winner was... Beach Division. The crowd roared its approval, but the Venezuelan Gym Cartel were not happy, they smashed their instruments into the stage and yelling, lunged for our heroes.
Chaos and fighting spread through the nightclub like uncontrolled flames. The crowds panicked, screaming and stampeding as the flaxen haired thugs also attacked our heroes as well as the Venezuelan Gym Cartel in an all out brawl fight royale. Our heroes were caught in the middle of a desperate fist fight as Ditch battled his goatee-sporting evil twin, Fitch. Mick Bishop too, had to battle his own evil twin, Norton. Famed movie martial-artist Nolan Fling also joined the fracas but was immediately knocked unconscious.
The fighting was brutal, our heroes were left bloody and bruised, Doc hand been knocked out but they were victorious. Ditch's skill with wild haymakers had taken down Fitch. Mick belied his extremely tight jeans to hit Norton with his trademark roundhouse kick, winning his fight. The Venezuelan Gym Cartel and flaxen haired thugs had fought each other to standstill and were too exhausted to continue; an strange calm had settled on the dance floor.
As our heroes took stock of the situation, a skinny middle aged man emerged from beneath a upturned table. Our heroes remembered that the flaxen haired thugs had been dragging this man into the nightclub with them. He explained that he was Eugene Trevino, head researcher at the Bay City branch of the Pacific Pioneer Oceanic Research. He'd been kidnapped by the flaxen haired men as they wanted him to calculate the local ocean currents and movements so they could back-trace the WWII Reichsmark that had been found on Cove Beach a couple of weeks ago. Before he had a chance to do run some calculations, he'd been dragged to Barracuda's. The flaxen haired thugs were convinced some lifeguards who'd be here knew more than they were saying about lost Nazi gold.
Mick had overheard them talking about the German coin and piped in, he was in Bay City to look for the lost gold and knew a buddy who could help. Mick spoke into his watch and an almost indecipherable voice responded on the watch's tinny speaker. Mick's buddy had given some coordinates to investigate.
Take Me Down To The Ocean
The next morning was bright, with an endless blue sky arched over the Pacific waters, our heroes had mostly recovered from their minor injuries. They'd come to Cove Beach to borrow some of Beach Patrol's scuba gear for a dive to the location Mick had given them. He'd agreed to meet the here and arrived in his Black Ford Pinto. Instead of coming to meet our heroes, our heroes watched as he unerringly navigated the beach and drove straight into the sea! The car slid in without stopping and Mick was cheerfully unconcerned as bubbles furiously churned around the him as he disappeared beneath the waves.
Our heroes took a boat out and checked underwater, Mick's car was somehow smoothly moving along with no visible signs of propulsion! After pulling on their scuba gear, out heroes followed suit. Eventually, they all reached the spot and Mick began circling and pointing from within his cockpit. Our heroes dived to the seabed and began searching. Despite their best efforts, they only found one thing, some sort of strap and ratcheting tool. It was embedded in the seabed and they were unable to pull it free and resorted in attaching it to the tow bar on Mick's Pinto. The car strained to pull the strap free, the seabed trembled, what was underneath? Something had to give and it was the strap, whatever was under there, was staying there.
Our heroes surfaced and returned to shore, as did Mick. He came and found them, explaining that a buddy of his had rapidly analysed the broken strap: Its composition suggested that it dated back to the 1940's and it was American in composition. Our heroes theorised that it was part of some equipment being used to move something. On the strap, someone had etched in an address that led to a settlement called Crestline, a town in San Bernardino County, Doc recalled that it was known for historically having a proportion of German immigrants and settlers.
Take Me Home Tonight
The drive to Crestline took a good couple of hours and the urban vista of the Los Angeles greater metropolitan area gave way to the verdant, undulating landscape of San Bernardino County. Narrow, quiet roads weaved through forested hills until our heroes arrived at Crestline, a low density community nestled in the wooded shadow of the San Bernardino mountains.
With an air of remoteness, secluded single storied wooden homes dotted the winding, rural, tree lined roads and the address on the strap led to one such residence. Our heroes decided to investigate. The door was answered by a middle-ages woman who was friendly enough. Our heroes were suspicious, noting that she spoke with a fluent American accent. They questioned her about the strap, she knew nothing. Our heroes decided to wait for her husband to return from work.
It was a few hours before a pickup pulled into the house's driveway and a middle-aged man in work clothes emerged and headed into the house. Our heroes went over and knocked on the door again and asked to speak to the woman's husband. They asked him some questions about the strap but it was clear that he knew nothing about it.
Our heroes departed, none the wiser.
Upon their return to Bay City, our heroes decided to continue investigating the underwater location. They hired a undersea salvage company to dig up the site. It took a little digging, but eventually, the salvagers found something...
At that location, they had found some sort of wreckage and among this wreckage, they found the remains of two bodies. The Coast Guard was contacted, who came and took over the operation. Luckily, since it was so close to Bay City and Cove Beach, our heroes were kept in the loop.
Examination should that the two male bodies had been in the water for around fifty years, some small personal items such as rings had survived erosion and were identified as German in origin.
After further excavation, the wreckage was revealed to be a crushed World War Two German U-boat with an unlisted designation. The Coast Guard investigators believed that it was on the seabed for some reason and a coastal quake caused a shelf of rock to crush it. Exploring inside the wreckage, they found it to be unremarkable, empty and contained no gold of any kind. With input from our heroes, some further investigation by the FBI tracked the two bodies back to Crestline and found that they had been lodgers in the community. From there, the trail was cold. Whatever the two men might had been hauling, was now confined to history.
Everybody Wants To Rule the World
Once the investigation into the U-boat had been concluded, our heroes decided it was the right time to quit Beach Patrol and bid goodbye to the halcyon, sunny days of protecting that three mile golden ribbon of sand that ran along the edge of the sighing, blue Pacific.
Cove Beach was their past and music was their destiny they had decided and left Bay City behind, taking their band Beach Division on a world tour. They were apparently, very successful in the recently reunified Germany...