All language subtitles for Silver Spoons s02e20 Spare the Rod

Here we are, face to face, a pool of
silver spoon.

Hoping to find we're two of a kind.

Making a call, making it grow. Together,
we're going to find our

way.

Together, taking the time each day.

So learn all about those things you just
can't buy.

Do the spoons together.

You and I together.

We're going to find our way.

You and I together.

We're going to find our way.

You and I together.

I'm nervous.

Yeah, me too. I'm afraid you won't like
it.

Whatever it is, I know I'll love it.

The paper is lovely.

And the ribbon matches perfectly.

And the bow is so cute.

And I just love the way... Will you just
open it?

It's porcelain, honey. It's an antique.

Oh, it must have cost a fortune.

Well, yeah.

But I wanted you to have something
really terrific for your birthday.

Thank you.

But my birthday isn't until next week.

Hmm?

Next Thursday.

I know that. I know that.

It's a pre -birthday present. It's a...

I'll wait till you see your main
birthday present.

Well,

I can't get over how beautiful it is.

Well, I think a beautiful woman should
have beautiful things.

In fact, my dad buys chapstick by the
case full.

Hi, son.

Hi, Dad.

Oh, what's that?

It's a present your father gave me for
my birthday.

But, Dad, our birthday's not till next
Thursday.

I know that.

How was the basketball game?

Massive slaughter.

Hey, all right! Way to go!

Dad, we were the slaughterees.

88 to 24.

Yeah, but for the first 30 seconds, it
was anybody's game.

I want you to meet a friend of mine.
This is Toby Anders, my dad, and Kate

Summers. Hi. Hi. Nice to meet you.

You hurt yourself in the game?

Oh, no, I was warming the bench. This
happened last week. It's a long story.

Toby was trying to say Brian Setzer.
Yeah, see, Brian is a stray cat that

around in our neighborhood.

Why do you call him Brian Setzer?

Because Brian Setzer's in the stray
cats.

The who?

No, the who's a different group.

Anyway, Toby saw Brian stuck up in a
tree.

Yeah, see, he was meowing, and it looked
like he couldn't get down. So I started

climbing up after him. But the higher I
climbed, the higher he climbed.

So, finally, just as I got a hold of
him, he screamed, the branch broke, and

down we went.

You're lucky all you got was a sprained
arm. Yeah.

Are you right -handed?

I am now.

You know, stuff like this always happens
to me. I'm a walking disaster area.

Yeah, you've heard of cast of thousands?

Well, Toby's had thousands of casts.

Why don't we get these two guys a couple
of great big chocolate milkshakes? I

think that's a good idea. I'd like one
myself. Yeah.

Toby, let's keep them pumped for new
moves.

Hey, Rick. Rick.

Don't dribble the ball in the house,
okay? But I need the practice, Dad. Not

the house. Okay, but first let me show
you my patented amazing behind -the

pass.

Uh...

I told you not to dribble the ball in
the house.

I'm sorry, Dad. It was an accident.

It was not an accident, son. You
deliberately disobeyed me.

I'll pay you for it. You can take it out
on my allowance. I ought to take it out

of your hide.

Calm down, Edward.

It's my fault, Mr. Stratton.

I'm the one who should be mad at it. I
shouldn't have told him to throw me the

ball.

Well, what's done is done.

Rick, I want you to apologize to Kate.

I'm sorry, Kate.

It's okay, Ricky. It's just a piece of
porcelain.

A stunning, magnificent piece of
porcelain.

Anyway, it's the thought that counts,
and my thought here is to shut up.

Well, why don't you two guys go up to
your room, Rick, huh?

Meanwhile, I'll try to think of a proper
punishment for this.

Punishment?

Dad, I told you I was sorry, and it
really was an accident.

I can't help but to think that this
would not have occurred if you'd given

her next Thursday when her birthday
really is.

I'm out of here.

blue at that time.

Did you see the way he yelled at me?

Yeah, you really got off easy.

Easy?

Yeah. If it would have been my dad, he
would have done a lot more than just

yell.

What would your dad have done?

Never mind.

Look at this.

A bullhorn.

Okay, baby face. Come on out. We got you
surrounded.

Maybe you can talk some sense into him,
Father Flanagan.

Toby, what were you saying?

Sid.

a thing before that about your dad?

If I tell you a secret, will you promise
never to repeat it to another person,

living or dead?

I promise.

And if you tell, you're going to have to
pull out all of your nose hairs, one by

one.

Okay.

It's just that when my dad gets mad, he
gets a little physical.

You mean he hits you?

Sometimes.

But he does it for my own good. I'm a
real screw -up.

Boo!

You're a great guy.

Who else would risk their life to save a
cat?

I didn't do that.

You mean your dad missed you?

He told me to take out the trash.

I forgot.

So he hit you for that?

Look, it's like my dad said. He's got to
be tough on me so I learn how to

behave.

Come on, let's have some fun.

Hello. How was the board meeting?

Well, it lived up to its name.

I was bored.

How are you feeling? Fine.

Any interesting mail?

No, just the usual.

Oh, we did get a catalog from Will's
Clothing. They're having their 15th

going out of business sale.

Hi, guys.

Hi, son.

Look, can I ask you something?

Rick, for the last time, we're not
putting a fireman's pole outside your

window.

That's not it.

Remember we saw that movie where the
criminal went to confession and told the

priest he'd been murdering people, and
the priest had to decide whether or not

to tell the police?

Oh, yeah, eventually Father Flanagan
talked Babyface into giving himself up.

Well, that's the problem I have.

Okay, Rick, who'd you murder?

I'm sorry.

See, somebody told me a secret and made
me promise not to tell it.

But I think I should.

Will something bad happen if you don't
tell?

It might.

But you see, if I tell, I'll have to
pull out all my nose hairs one by one.

Well, son, I think what you have here is
a moral dilemma. You have to weigh the

consequences of keeping that secret
against... considerable nose

hair pain.

It's a tough decision, but knowing you
as I do, I'm sure you'll make the right

one.

Let's go.

Sit down. Come on. I still got to get my
hat and coat and stuff.

We'll wait for you outside, okay? Come
on.

What happened?

I'm such a dupe.

Yeah, I was showing off for my dad,
right? We're walking down High Street,

we get this picket fence. So I start
walking on it. But then I flipped.

Blammo. I'm kissing the sidewalk.

Toby, you didn't get those bruises from
falling off a fence.

Sure I did.

No, you didn't. You didn't hurt your arm
falling out of a tree either.

Now, why don't you tell them what really
happened?

Rick, you promised.

I know I promised, but some things are
more important than promises.

You've got to put an end to all this
junkie going through.

Toby, these guys can help. They really
can.

Your father hit you, didn't he?

Yeah, he hit me.

But look, I had it coming.

We got this brand new carpet.

I tracked mud all over it.

Toby, do you think you deserve to be hit
for that?

Well, it's a real expensive carpet.

My dad warned me not to mess it up.

I'm going to have a talk with your
father.

No, please don't.

Look, he said he was sorry. He even
bought me that new sled.

Son, now that I know about this, I have
to talk to your father.

But I don't want to get him in trouble.

We don't want you to get hurt anymore.

Yeah, who is it?

Larry Andrews.

Hi, Edward Stratton. Can I take your
coat? Sure.

Well, this is quite a palace you got
here.

I guess I missed the changing of the
guard.

You know,

you were pretty mysterious on the phone.

You said there was something about my
son.

What happened?

Did Toby screw up?

No, not at all. As a matter of fact,
he's a terrific kid.

Right, he is.

Little guy means the world to me.

Especially since his mother died.

Larry, can I get you a drink? A cup of
coffee, cola, a root beer, ginger ale?

I'll take a root beer.

What the heck? It's after five.

So, there's something about Toby?

Yeah.

He's been having a lot of accidents
lately.

Yeah.

Kid.

He's at that awkward age, you know. The
old coordination's all out of whack. You

must have noticed his bruises.

Yeah.

Well, I have to take most of the blame
for that.

You do?

I never should have let him try a crazy
stunt like that.

See, he wanted to walk along the top of
a picket fence.

He was doing great at first until he hit
this icy patch and... Larry?

Yeah?

Toby got the bruises from you. You hit
him.

Are you accusing me of beating up my own
son?

Look, I know there are reasons these
things happen. Did Toby tell you I hit

I think we can discuss this. I'm not
going to listen to this crap. Just sit

down, Larry, okay? Here's your drink.
Forget it!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

Larry, it's tough to be a father.

Every parent gets mad at their kids.

Just the other day, Rick was dribbling a
basketball in the house and I told him

to stop.

And he went ahead anyway and ended up
breaking something very valuable.

And I was furious.

I had the urge to hit him.

Did you?

No.

Look, Toby needs discipline.

It's for his own good. Larry, I believe
in discipline, too. You don't

understand.

I work 60 hours a week just to keep a
roof over my kid's head.

I come home bone tired. I look around
and the dishes I asked Toby to do are

still sitting in the sink.

His bedroom, which he promised to clean,
still looks like a pigsty.

So I ask him about it.

He looks up at me and he says, I forgot.

Well, it's not good enough to say I
forgot.

It's a tough world out there. If all
you've got is a bunch of lame excuses,

you'll never amount to a damn thing.

Instead of whimpering and whining, I
should have shaked up. I should have

what I was told. But I didn't. It's no
wonder my father was furious. It's no

wonder he hit me.

I mean, I hit Toby.

Your father hit you?

He loved me.

And I loved him.

And I hated him.

What I've been doing is wrong.

I promise you I will never hit Toby
again.

You're right, Larry, you won't, because
we're going to get you some help.

What?

What do you mean?

I'm on the board of Children's
Hospitals.

We often work with an organization
called Parents Anonymous. I don't need

I told you, I won't hit him anymore.

Haven't you told yourself that before?

Yeah.

But I'm not going to a place full of
freaks and weirdos. It's not like that,

Larry. These people are just like you.
They have the same problem.

Why is it happening to me?

You're supposed to know how to be a good
parent.

Who made that rule up?

Nobody's born the perfect parent. I
sometimes feel like by the time I learn

I need to know about being a father,
I'll be a grandfather.

And I'll have to learn that.

Just let me think about this.

Parents' anonymous thing.

There's a meeting tonight.

We can have dinner, we'll go over there
together, and I'll be with you the whole

time.

What if I say no?

Well, then our only other choice is to
call in the police.

And you'll be charged with child abuse.

And Toby will go to a foster home.

He's my son. I don't think there's a
court in the country that would take him

away from me.

You could be right.

I remember last year there was a kid
came into the hospital. He was pretty

banged up.

And the doctors found out that his
father had been beating him.

They reported it, and the case went to
court, and the father swore up and down

that he would never do that again.

So the judge gave him the benefit of the
doubt.

And then a month later...

He lost control and hit his son again.

Found himself right back in court.

Only this time, he was on trial for
murder.

That was such a blast.

What about that jump we did?

She did that good.

She got about this high. Yeah.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, son.

The sled's terrific.

Yeah, we went down Tugman's Hill close
to 300 miles an hour.

Yeah, we whipped around the corner and
almost hit Mrs. O 'Reilly.

She's seven years old, but I bet she can
make the Olympic high jumping team.

Kate. Kate Summers.

Mary Anders.

Hello.

Son.

Sit down here for a minute.

We're going to have to split up for a
while.

Why?

Because... I have a problem.

I think it's about time I did something
about it.

While I'm doing that, I want you to stay
with Aunt Florence for a while.

Dad, everything in our house has a doily
on it.

I know.

But she'll take care of you while I work
on my problem.

I want to be a better father.

I love you, Dad.

I love you, too.

I gotta go.

Ricky's dad and I are going to a
meeting.

See you guys later, huh?

Dad!

I'll walk you out to the car.

Together, we're going to find our way.

Together, taking the time each day to

learn all about those things you just
can't find too soon.