All language subtitles for Hotel - S05E12 - Power Play

Yes, somebody's being murdered on the
sixth floor. This is Mrs. Lyman in the

Dover suite. Please send somebody up
immediately.

I know where you are now, and you won't
get away from me.

Hi. Hi. I'm Mark Daniels. I'm staying
with my dad, Joe Daniels.

Can I have the key to the room, please?
Sure. Let me check.

Everybody's so excited about your
father's opening tomorrow night.

Yeah, me too.

It's been a long time.

I'm sorry.

He didn't leave any instructions.

Was he expecting you?

Yeah, of course he was expecting me.

He knew I was coming. I wrote him.

I'm sorry. I can't give you the key.

It's a hotel policy, unless we get
approval from your father.

Problem, Cheryl?

Oh, this young man says that he's Joe
Daniel's son.

Except for Mr. Daniels didn't leave any
instructions about anyone else staying

in the suite.

Well, you sure don't look like anybody
else's son.

Hi, I'm Peter McDermott. Hi, Mark
Daniels.

I'm sure my dad just forgot. You know,
he's got so much on his mind with the

opening and all.

You have a pull around here?

A little.

Come on.

I'll take you up there.

He's here.

He's right in here.

Hotel security, we have a report of a
disturbance in this room.

Mrs. Lyman, there's nobody here.

But I saw it.

He was choking her right there. It was a
dark -haired man in a business suit.

Well, maybe we had the wrong room.

No, it was right here.

The drawers were open, things were
scattered around. The woman was... Don't

see? He's just cleaned things up and
hidden the body.

Please.

Mr. Griffin, you have to call the police
now.

I don't know who he is, but he knows
where I am.

Please.

When was the last time you saw your dad,
Mark?

I guess it was back when he and Mom got
divorced.

He got pretty messy when I lost touch.

Joe?

You in?

He's probably downstairs rehearsing.
I've been watching him. He's a real

perfectionist.

Well, he hasn't worked in a long time.

Well, we're sure glad he picked the St.
Gregory to start his comeback.

Five years is too long.

Is this a bar?

Mm -hmm.

Yeah, but don't worry. It's empty.

He's cleaned up his act, Mark.

He made me a promise.

My dad's made a lot of promises to a lot
of people, Mr. McDermott.

I got a feeling he plans to keep this
one.

That's why I'm taking this chance on
him.

So I'm here, too.

Hey,

you didn't tell me there were going to
be three of you, Joe.

Mark?

Rocha was coming, Dad.

Sorry, honey, this is a private party.

Maybe some other time?

I gotta be getting downstairs myself.

You two have a lot of catching up to do.

Look, she's just a fan.

Would you believe she's got every record
I ever cut?

Dad, you don't have to explain to me.
It's okay.

You're right. I guess you're a man
yourself now, aren't you?

Last time I saw you, you were just a
kid.

Things change.

I hope so.

Billy and the police checked the hotel
from top to bottom.

There's just no sign of the man you
described.

Yeah, but he knows I saw him.

And he knows what room I'm in.

And he said I would never get away from
him.

What will I do?

Well, we've made arrangements for...
Just some tea, Patricia.

We've made arrangements for you to be
moved to another floor.

The book took capacity, so I'm afraid
it'll be a single room.

We'll register you under another name if
you'd like. Oh, thank you.

You know, I'm really so sorry about all
of this. You've all been very kind.

It was just so horrible.

Isn't there someone we should contact?

Your husband?

No, I'm a widow, Miss Francis.

However, there's my cousin here in the
city, but it's been years since we've...

Why don't we contact your cousin?

Oh, no, please. I plan to have dinner
with her here this evening, and it's

supposed to be a happy reunion, and I'd
rather not spoil that for either of us.

But I think you should.

No, I'll be all right. I'll be all
right. Really.

I didn't expect you to write me back,
you know.

I learned that a long time ago.

But at least you ought to read them.

I'm sorry, son. I read what I could.

It just got too painful.

You didn't think it was painful for me
to write them? All they did was remind

how much I failed you and your mom. How
the booze tore us apart.

That's why I left, Mark. Because I
couldn't stand to see the look of

disappointment in your eyes anymore.

So what about now?

You want me here or not?

Do I want you here?

I thank God you're here.

I love you, son.

I don't know what more I can tell you.

The room shows no evidence of a
struggle.

No sign of a body.

Billy tells me that... The occupants
checked out early this morning.

So where do we go from here?

Until we find a body.

I don't think I can do anything.

I had tea with that woman. She is
terrified.

What if he does come back?

You know she's right, Inspector.

You've got to keep on this case, body or
no body. We only can do what we can,

Mr. McDermott.

I'll keep an eye on Mrs. Lyman in the
meantime.

Barbara Lyman settled in the best room
we had left. She's on four now.

Anything else, Christine?

Send up flowers, compliments of the
hotel.

Already did.

You took good, Julie.

Christine, everything's going to be all
right.

I hope so.

Mrs. Lyman is the only witness.

And like the woman says, he knows who
she is.

No. No.

There's something wrong.

Elevators, they make me nervous.

Fear is so irrational, isn't it?

You have real things to be afraid of,
Mrs. Lyman.

One word.

To anyone.

I'm sorry. Did I startle you?

There's someone waiting for you.

Barbara?

It's me.

Susan.

Susan,

I'm so glad you're here.

If wrong, you will right. Do not waste
these hours

away.

Just teamwork.

Go ahead, check it out.

Can't expect the guy to give up his
trademark, too.

Guess not.

Mr. Daniels, this just came up from the
tailor shop. Good as new.

Hey, no more T -shirts, huh?

Well, nobody ever said a cowboy can't
have a little bit of class.

Look, I got a couple more tunes to run
down with the band, so could you take

that and put it in my dressing room for
me, son?

Okay, Dad.

Oh, uh...

Get me a couple of my cigars while
you're in there.

Sure, Dad.

Let's do it.

If you've got a heartache...

Of the kind that will not pass by.

You liar.

You liar!

You liar.

Christine.

I just got off the phone with Inspector
Chen.

No body has been found yet, and the
forensic report is in. The room's clean.

Well, do you think there's any chance
you might be making this all up?

Billy, I saw the horror in that woman's
eyes. You can't just make that up.

Besides, she's our responsibility as
long as she's here. You know that.

Wait. You gotta have to explain.

I'm not here to see you fall apart
again, Dad.

Those people out there know me as a
drunk. You don't know how hard it is.

You think you've been through some hard
times?

If you bothered to read any of these,
maybe you'd know what I was going

I didn't come here to help you, Dad.

I came here to help me.

What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?

I'm scared.

I'm scared of what I'm turning into.

I'm afraid to love anything anymore,
Joe.

You know what that's like.

Anything gets too close, we walk away
first before they do. We don't give

anybody the chance anymore.

You left. I never learned how.

That's what's in these letters.

That's what they're all about. That's
what I gotta find again.

Then stay, son, please.

Let me try to understand.

Try to make it up to you.

I don't have the answers.

I don't know who does.

But we can look for them together.

I mean that.

Starting now.

The police don't even believe it
happened, so why should they believe

following me?

I believed you at dinner. I believe you
now.

But I'm concerned about you. You can't
stay here. I want you to come home with

me tonight.

What, and jeopardize you and your
children?

Susan, you don't know this man. He
threatens me. What if he should follow

Now, I'll be fine here tonight. I'll
double lock the doors. And besides, I

an entire security force just a phone
call away.

Well, all right, if you think so.

But please call me in the morning as
soon as you're up.

You will be the first.

Besides, you're the only one I know in
San Francisco.

Okay.

And thanks for being such a good friend.

Have you got a minute, Joe?

I think we need to talk.

Robbo?

Room service just called me about this.

What's going on, Joe?

Your spies are everywhere, aren't they?

Look, I was just trying to stare this
devil down.

Well, you're going to lose this staring
match, I promise you.

You're just setting yourself up, Joe,
and you know it. Why is everybody so

sure I'm going to lose?

Hey, wait a minute. I'm the one who's
taking the chance on you, remember? I

your music. I want you to win.

And I'm not the only one.

My son.

You're a lucky man to have him, Joe.

He's all the more reason not to take
that first drink.

I've been sober for almost two years
now.

And I did it alone.

I didn't go crying to anybody else.

I know how this works.

Only one can help me is me.

That's not true. And you know it.

You got to let other people in.

I've been down that road, Peter. I've
let people in.

And I destroyed them.

My wife, Lisa.

My son.

Every one of these letters Mark wrote me
is like a knife.

The anger and the hurt. The divorce
hurts a lot of people. There's no way

that.

I was just so involved with me.

There wasn't room for anybody else.

If you're looking for sympathy.

I don't need your sympathy.

And I'm not offering it.

You made your life the way it is, and
you can change it if you want to. That's

too late.

Only if you think so.

Frankly, it doesn't matter to me what
you do after you leave here.

All I want is for you to go out there
sober tomorrow night.

After that, you're on your own.

But there are people who care about you.

Let them in, Joe.

Here.

It's not going to do me any good to take
this.

You'll just find another one. But while
you're staring it down, try to remember

that everybody seems to want you to win.

Except you.

He's up in my room.

He's here.

Oh, help!

I know Mr. Balkan thinks it was my
fault, Miss Francis, but I also know I

brought all their bags up for him. I'm
sure you did, Eric, but they had to

someone else.

Why not?

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Everything's going to be fine now.

Call Billy.

There's no escaping him. What am I going
to do? I don't know. I don't know, but

I'm not going to let anything happen to
you.

Try to relax.

Don't go. Don't leave me. Okay, I'm
going to be right outside the door with

Eric. We're going to get to the bottom
of this. I promise you.

I'll be right outside.

They're paging Billy now.

I checked the closet and I checked the
connecting door.

And the main door was locked.

If someone was in that room, where did
he go?

Should I call the police?

Maybe we don't need the police, Eric.

Maybe we only need a doctor.

Christine, they just found a woman's
body in the park.

Looks like Mrs. Lyman might be right
after all.

Hey, Mom?

Mom?

What are you doing here? What are you
doing here?

I know. I should have told you where I
was going, but I figured if I told you,

then you'd just try to stop me.

Damn right I would have.

How'd you find me?

Where else would you be?

Come to bring me home?

No.

I came to see if you're all right.

Yes, I'm all right.

Good.

How's Joe?

Is he drinking?

I don't know.

He rehearsed until late last night, and
I was asleep when he came back and up

before him this morning.

I was just taking him the morning paper.

So are you going to stay?

Well, I didn't fly all the way from
Cheyenne to pack up and go home.

Why don't you come and help me check
into a room, and maybe we'll go see Joe

together.

I can't believe something like this
could happen at the same Gregory.

Well, maybe it didn't. They said they
found her in the park across the street,

so that doesn't mean... Yeah, but Mrs.
Lyman saw it happen, didn't she? Well,

maybe not. What I heard was she said the
woman was a blonde in a pink slip.

Shh. And the woman in the park had jeans
on, and she had black hair.

Then I don't get it.

Where's the woman Mrs. Lyman saw?

That's the big question.

All right, so it isn't the same woman.

could still be the same killer. How do
you know how many people he's killed?

Mrs. Lyman, we're not dealing with a
serial killer.

You see, we can't find any evidence of
the crime you saw.

And we can't seem to figure out how the
killer might have gotten into your room.

Christine tells us the door was locked,
your window was open, but there's no

ledge outside.

I don't know, but he was there.

Why won't someone believe me? It's not
about belief, Mrs. Lyman. It's about the

facts. Easy, Inspector. She's doing the
best she can.

You know, I don't understand you people.

What do I have to do?

Be found dead in my room?

Barbara, please.

They're just very frustrated.

I am falling apart, Christine. I don't
know where to turn.

Just say that you believe me.

I'm going to go home to Indianapolis.
You are too upset to travel alone.

Maybe your cousin could fly home with
you. Oh, no, she doesn't get along with

husband. In fact, she hates him. That's
why we lost touch in the first place.

I thought you were a widow.

Oh, I mean when he was alive.

I can go home by myself. I'm not an
invalid.

I can stay in the hotel until it's time
to leave for the airport, and then you

won't have to worry about me anymore.

No one will.

Who the hell is that with you? Who the
hell do you think it is?

Can I have changed that much?

No, no, you haven't changed, Lisa.

Neither have you, Joe.

You promised.

Did I?

Face it, kid, your dad's a loser.

No big surprise there.

Long time. I've been around, you
haven't.

So what else is new? It's a little bit
early for that, though, isn't it? Even

for you.

Joe!

How you smell like my kind of woman.
Hey, leave her alone.

She's my wife. She was your wife, just
like I was your son.

You said things would be different, and
I believed you.

For the first time in years, I believed
a stinking drunk who pretends he's a

father. Nobody talks to Joe Daniels like
that ever. You hear me?

Yeah, I hear you.

I hear you loud and clear.

And I see you for what you really are.

Mark? Mark? Wait, wait, let him go.

He needs to walk it off, just like his
old man.

That's exactly what he's afraid of.

He's terrified he's going to turn out
just like you, Joe.

Did he tell you about his arrest?

Arrest?

What arrest?

Drunk driving.

He's been drinking.

I tried to stop him, but I tried to stop
you, too.

I tried to stop him from coming here.

Joe, I look at him and I see you when
you were his age.

I tell him he doesn't have to turn out
like you and make the mistakes you made.

He's not really like you anyway, Joe.

If you could just stay sober long
enough, maybe you'd find out what a

son he is.

Hey. Hey, Mark.

Hey, I heard your mom flew out for the
opening.

Yeah. How's it going?

It's terrific.

Now we're a real family again.

Drunk and two stooges.

Hey.

Where are you headed? Out.

Somewhere.

I don't know.

Well, I got a quick meeting across town
if you'd like to ride along with me.

Maybe I'll spring for lunch. What do you
say?

I haven't been able to reach anyone at
that Indianapolis number that Mrs. Lyman

gave me. No relatives? No house sitter?
No one.

Christine, I've been looking for you.
Inspector Chin called.

He just got a guy who confessed to the
murder in the park.

But he doesn't look anything like the
man that Mrs. Lyman described.

Sure you don't want one?

No, I'm not hungry.

Thanks anyway.

You feel like talking about it?

He wouldn't understand.

Primey.

You're afraid to trust him.

Is that so surprising?

His track record stinks.

I know, and I'm not saying it's easy,
but... If I'm taking a chance on him,

maybe you could, too.

For you, it's just money.

No, you're wrong, Mark.

I'm giving him this chance because I
know what he's going through. My father

a drunk.

My wife was an alcoholic.

He can burn his life around.

But he might need your help to do it.

My help?

Let him help me for a change.

He's not the only one going through
problems.

Mark, no matter what you think, it's not
always like father, like son.

You know?

I mean, I turned out okay.

At least I think I did.

I'm telling you, you don't have to live
your whole life as a drunk's

kid.

Everybody knows that's all I am.

Everybody doesn't know a damn thing.
It's what you know that's important.

Don't make his problem your problem,
because it doesn't have to be.

It's your life.

It's your choice.

Who is it?

Barbara, it's Susan.

You didn't call this morning. I was
worried.

I forgot.

I'm sorry. I just forgot.

You can't imagine what it's been like.

I think I can, Barbara.

We both can.

Don't be frightened, Barbara.

What are you going to do to me?

Please, Barbara, don't fight me.

Go ahead.

Barbara,

it's Christine.

Yes? I'm looking for Mrs. Lyman. I'm her
cousin. Barbara's resting now.

Oh, I'm Christine Francis, general
manager.

Is everything all right?

Everything's fine. Just fine.

You don't mind if I come in a moment, do
you? Really, it's all right. You just

don't understand. I'd understand a lot
better once I've seen Barbara.

That won't be necessary.

Susan is right.

Barbara is fine now.

If you don't mind, I'd like to see for
myself.

Or would you prefer I called security?

What is going on? I'm Dr. David Lyman.

Miss Francis, this is Barbara's husband.

From Indianapolis.

No. Barbara's a widow, she told me. No,
she is not a widow.

She is, however, a very sick woman.

And as a physician, that's about all I
can tell you.

Please.

I've just given her a sedative. It's
best not to wake her.

I gotta know now. Can you go on sober
tonight or not?

Because if you can't, let's break that
contract right now.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm dead serious, Joe. I know you've
been drinking.

Please, Mr. McDermott, he's not going to
disappoint anybody.

I'm not sure Mark believes that.

As he says, your track record stinks.

He's right.

I always was a bright kid.

Nowhere I can find him.

I just left him out in the lobby.

But he doesn't need a country singer
right now. What he needs is a father

word he can trust.

He's telling you the truth, Joe.

I know.

Brian, when you get back upstairs, can
you reach the AMA in Indianapolis?

See if they can verify Dr.

David Lyman.

You'll see that my credentials will
check out, Miss Francis.

I've said all that I can to you about
Barbara as a doctor.

But as her husband, I don't blame you
for being suspicious or confused.

You see... How shall I put this?

Truth would be refreshing.

My wife suffers from periodic episodes
of paranoid hallucinations.

You're saying she sees things?

Yes. I can sedate her.

But beyond that, I... I just got to get
her back home and under psychiatric

care.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

Then there was no murder in the hotel?

No attempt on her life?

It was all in her imagination.

That's her recurring vision that someone
is trying to kill her. I can usually

see it coming and catch it before
anything happens, but unfortunately, I

out of town.

When she called me, I could tell
something was wrong.

I called David, and he got the next
plane.

Is she going to be all right?

I don't know.

I can never be sure.

That's, uh...

Girl, the desk said she thought he'd
come in here.

Got a few minutes for a beat -up old
guitar player?

It's ginger ale.

So I guess Mom told you about the drunk
driving, right?

She told me.

All kids get in trouble from time to
time.

Shoot, why should my kid be any
different?

I screwed up. Don't make excuses for me.
Hey, like father, like son, I always

say. Don't you get it?

I don't want to be like you.

Well, you treated Mom.

Well, you treated us.

Look, maybe I wasn't the perfect...
father.

Who is?

You know, my earliest memory is you
drunk in the next room yelling at mom

the whiskey on your breath.

Not you telling me stories or rocking me
to sleep.

No.

It's that stale smell of whiskey.

You want to know how it works?

I can be sorry about the past, but I
can't change it.

There's then, there's now.

And there's the future.

But we can start fresh.

Once this opening is behind me, maybe we
can spend some real time together.

Get to know each other again.

I never knew you.

It's too late for that. It's too late
for anything.

I came here looking for something. I
don't know, just looking for trust.

Looking for a father to tell me
everything's going to be okay.

And what I found was all Joe.

Off the wagon, flat on his ass again.

Watch your mouth, boy.

I'm still your father.

You show some respect.

I'm not finished.

Maybe my birth certificate says I'm your
son, but I sure don't feel like it.

I don't owe you anything.

You want my respect?

You're going to have to earn it.

Can I get you something, Mr. Daniel?

Yeah, Harry.

Let me have... Let me have the check.

Do I know you?

How long have I been asleep?

Not long.

I'm Christine Francis, general manager
of the St. Gregory.

In San Francisco?

Oh, how did I get here?

There's someone here who wants to see
you.

She's awake.

Oh, David.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

It happened again, didn't it?

I'm afraid so.

But everything is going to be all right.

Are you feeling better?

I guess so.

Yes, of course I am now that you're
here.

Oh, I don't know why I always make you
the villain, David.

You really are.

Two minutes, Mr. Daniels.

Okay.

Mark's not going to show, is he?

What's important right now is that...
for maybe the first time in your life,

you're going to have a sober opening
night.

And I'm going to stay that way this time
for sure.

If I need help, I'll get help.

That's a promise.

You don't have to make me any promises,
Joe.

It's a promise to me.

Before I start, I just got to tell you,
there's been a lot of rough roads and a

few detours along the way to coming back
to this room again tonight.

You got to trust me when I tell you,
it's good to be back.

This first song is for the people who...

believed in me.

Most of all, my family.

Lisa, who's hung in there for so long, I
can't count the years.

And my boy Mark, who's turning into
quite the young man himself.

This one's for them.

There is no rhyme or rhythm Just a time
for each and every one

End of my story

Lessons to the wind

We will meet you in streets of gold

Where eternity begins

Life was meant to live and learn.

A lesson in love.

A lesson in love.

Thank you.