All language subtitles for Beverly.Hills.90210.S03E22.The.Child.Is.Father.to.the.Man.1080p.CRAV.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-playWEB_track3_[eng]

Dylan!

Yeah?

Hang on, I was gonna
move the car.

That's okay, I'll get it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Thanks, Dad.
- Hey, what are dad's for?

Dad!

Jack!

We're gonna be dreaming about
this for the rest of our lives.

You might as well
get used to it.

Except it's not just a dream.

It's... It's a nightmare.

It's our nightmare.

Jack's dead,
we might as well be.

How am I supposed to be
in two places at one time?

It's humanly impossible.

Of all the days to schedule
my first recording session.

You're telling
me about your career

as if I care-- I don't.

So, what am I supposed
to tell them?

Icon Records
will never understand

- why I can't be there tomorrow.
- Two weeks ago

I would've been happy
to intercede on your behalf,

but since you sold
me down the river, David,

why don't you make
like a tree... and leave?

I can't believe this.
They're all over his front yard.

Isn't that illegal?

It depends.

...with yesterdays' brutal
gangland-style murder

of one-time Beverly Hills
financier, Jack McKay...

What time is the funeral?

10:00 a.m.

Did you call him, Andrea?

I didn't know what to say.

Me either.

Hey, Dylan...

you didn't think you were gonna

get rid of me that easy did you?

Lady, I'm trying, I'm trying to
reach Iris McKay...

McKay. M-C-K-A-Y.

Just hang up already, will ya?

What are you cryin'
to mama for, huh?

I mean what did she ever do us?

Excuse, excuse me?

Did you get ahold
of your mom yet?

You know where she's at, man.

The woman is off in woo-woo land

searching for
the meaning of life.

Dylan, are you okay?

Hey, can I leave
a message with you?

Yeah, tell her Jack McKay
got blown to bits

in Venice, California,
and Dylan thought

she might just wanna know.

Tell her that Dylan called.

Aloha.

Still no luck, huh?

Not at all.

Come on, man, let's bail.

Come on, let's go while
we've got the chance.

We could be in Baja
in two hours.

Dylan, I just, I wish
there was something I could do

to make you feel better.

So do I, Kel.

Damn it! Not now!

God, what do they want now?

You know what they want, man!

They want to sell newspapers.

Should I answer it?

They want to put us
in a freak show!

Dylan, what should I tell them?

Tell 'em I split.

Mr. Walsh.

Hi, Kelly.

Come in before
they take your picture!

This is crazy.

They've been camped out

there all day.

Where is he?

He's back there.

He's not doing very good though.

I know, honey.
Let me talk to him.

I'm so sorry, son.

Yeah.

Where you going?

I don't know,
but I can't stay here.

That's why I came over.

We want you to come back

and stay with us for a while.

Thanks, Jim, but Brenda's
made it pretty clear

she doesn't want
anything to do with me.

Apparently she's had
a change of heart.

She was the one who insisted
I come here and bring you back.

- Are you gonna be okay, Kelly?
- I'm just gonna go on home.

- All right.
- Can you give us a minute?

Out of the way.
Let him through.

Any leads yet, Dylan?
Dylan, have you gotten any sleep

- since the death of your Dad?
- Excuse us...

Any comment at all...

Come on, give us the scoop.

What about the allegations
against your father?

- What's the story?
- Dylan, just a comment.

Do you have anything to say?

So what do you
propose we do, genius?

Kidnap the kid, in front
of the eyewitness news team?

Yeah, well you guys
blew this, not me,

so we either do it my way or you
find yourself another cowboy.

You know, Bren, you look
like you could use

a little Rocky Road-Butter Pecan
combo right about now.

Now?

Yeah, right.

Listen, you letting Dylan stay
here is a really nice gesture.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

I'm just kind of scared.

So's he.

I think they're here.

A little orange sherbet?
Last chance...

Where's Dylan?

Uh, he's looking
at the backyard.

Hey, D.

Hey, B. How you doing?

How you doing?

I'm here.

You want me to take
these bags up for you?

What are you, the bellboy?

For you... yeah.

You know what I love
about your backyard, man?

What?

It looks the same
today, you know,

I mean the same
as it did yesterday,

the day before that,
and the day before that.

Well, you know us Walshes,
boring and predictable.

All except one.

Are you guys gonna come inside?

It's pretty cold out here.

You know,
when our Aunt Sheila died,

I didn't want to go
to the funeral.

Yeah, neither did I.

But I felt better afterwards.
Saying good-bye and all...

So what I'm I supposed
to go have a good cry

with the press
breathing down my neck?

They won't show up
to the memorial services,

- I promise you that.
- Yeah, we won't let them.

What difference does it make
if I go or not?

- You guys, Jack's gone.
- Dylan, he's still here.

Just like Aunt Sheila's
still here.

- Oh, what Bren, in spirit?
- Yes.

I don't believe in that.
When your number's up,

- your number's up.
- Jack took a hit, and that's it.

Well, you don't have
to decide right now.

I mean, maybe
you'll feel differently

after you sleep on it.

Look, Bren, I want to thank you
for letting me stay here.

Dylan, you don't
have to say anything.

In fact, I want
to apologize to you.

I'm sorry it took me a whole day
to swallow my pride,

and do the right thing.

I...
I think you need another pillow.

I'm just gonna go
in the hall and get it.

You know, it's going to be okay.

Just keep telling
me that, will ya?

I just felt so useless.

I mean, I kept trying
to reassure Dylan

that everything was gonna
be okay,

but I just don't think
I was getting through to him.

He's probably still in shock.

Or maybe he knows
that I don't know

what the hell I'm talking about.

No, Kelly, you've never been

in a situation like this before.

I mean, you can't expect to know

how to take care
of him right now.

I bet the Walshes do.

What's that supposed to mean?

Dinner's ready.

You are staying, aren't you?

Well, what are we
having for dinner?

Meat loaf and mashed potatoes.

- Yum!
- Ew!

What, you don't like meat loaf?

No, it's just so retro...
so fattening.

Hello.

Yeah, he is.

Hold on. It's your producer.

Oh, God.

Uh, hello.

Oh, great, great.

All right, thanks a lot, Serge.

I'll see you then.

So you were able to reschedule?

Not exactly.

David, I thought you were going
to tell them

about the funeral

Can we talk about
this later, please?

Fine.
We'll talk about it at dinner.

Aren't you coming?

No. I just feel
like being alone.

You just don't feel like
eating the meat loaf.

It's disgusting,
gentlemen, disgusting.

Who's winning?

The bad guys.

Hey, don't turn it
off on my account.

It's all right,

this game's over.

The Pistons never even
showed up.

Easy come, easy go.

So, how much you
on the hook for?

Well, over the whole season,

I'm pretty much even,

maybe down a little.

It's all right, I got two games
tomorrow though.

I fully expect to bounce back

and possibly even be
in the plus side.

Always do.

You must be pretty beat, huh?

Man, I haven't slept
in two days.

Yeah, well, I'll try
not to snore.

Thanks.

Good night, man.

Night.

Hey, Dude.

I been expecting you.

What, you gonna make me
drink alone?

You can't tell me
you don't want any.

Where you going?

You gonna go call your sponsor?

So that he can tell you

that he understands
how you feel?

Or you'd rather
wake up Jim and Cindy,

so they can tell you
you've been like a son to them.

Quit torturing yourself, man.

What do you want, Dylan?

You wanna, you wanna hate him,
so you won't miss him?

That's not gonna work,

'cause you just remember
the other day,

he put his arm around you
and just for that second

it felt like somebody loved you.

It's a lose-lose situation,
you know?

I mean, it's a classic case--

we're going down.

What's it gonna be,

stone-cold sober...
or feeling no pain?

s Dylan like
for breakfast?

Black coffee?

Dylan's not really
a morning person.

Except when he's surfing.

Yeah well, he's not
going surfing today.

You know he told me he hadn't
slept since the explosion.

He went out like
a light last night.

Well, we'll just
let him sleep then.

We don't have to go
for another hour.

Is that reporter
from Channel 12 still out there?

Nope. Nobody's out there.

But this...
on the front page again.

Dylan's picture no less.

You're kidding.

Why can't they
just leave him alone?

Well, it's a valid
news story, Bren.

What does it say?

Well, there are two articles.

"Death of a Crooked Salesman"

and "FBI to Probe McKay's
Mob Ties".

I don't think we should let
Dylan see this this morning.

I agree.

I think he's had enough
news for one week.

I think we all have.

Kelly, you're
not even dressed yet.

I'm sick, Donna.
I really don't feel good.

- Kelly...
- I don't.

- I have stomach cramps.
- So take an aspirin.

The service starts
in a half hour.

Oh, Donna, I tried saving you

the trip over here,
but you'd already left.

- Why, what, what's the matter?
- Nothing.

Just we have
to take separate cars

because I'm going straight

to the recording session
afterwards.

But Brandon said we have to go
to the Walshes' afterwards

- to pay our condolences.
- Now that is something

I'm definitely not doing.

Why not? Are you planning on
having a stomachache all day?

Well, don't you think it'd be
kind of awkward for Kelly

to go over there with Brenda
not even talking to her?

Funerals are awkward
for everybody.

I mean, aren't you and Dylan
supposed to be going out?

Don't you think
he needs you there today?

And I don't understand why you
just didn't tell Serge Menkon,

that today isn't a good day
for you to cut a record.

Donna, I can't
start making demands

before I've proven myself.

Well, what's Dylan
going to think?

Well, if he thinks
about me at all,

which I highly doubt,

maybe he'll appreciate me

leaving him alone.

I am really disappointed
in you--

in both of you.

All right, I'm coming.

I just don't know what to wear.

Yeah. Come in.

You about ready?

Do I have to wear this tie?

Not if you don't want to.

Good.

Shall we go?

If you say so.

You threw away
all my stuff, huh?

You took down all the pictures?

No, they're just packed away
in a box in the garage.

Out of sight, out of mind, eh?

Dylan, you've never
been out of my mind.

But if this hadn't happened,
I wouldn't be welcome here.

Dylan...

you and Kelly
hurt me pretty badly.

But it's nothing compared
to what you're going through.

And in the grand
scheme of things,

you'll look back years from now

and I'll just be a girl
you knew in high school.

No, you won't.

No, you won't, Bren.

Not after everything.

That's nice to know.

We better get going.

Do me a favor, Bren.

Will you help me tie this thing?

How do we even know
that that's him in there?

I mean, well, that could be
the upholstery

or the steering wheel,
or anything.

Dad, where are you?

They're ready to start.

unless you need
a few more minutes?

No, let's get this over with.

They asked if you wanted to say
a few words at the service.

You have some time
to think about it.

To everything there is a season,

and a time for every purpose
unto the heaven,

a time to be born,
a time to die,

a time to plant, a time to pluck
up what has been planted,

a time to cast away stones

and a time
to gather stones together,

a time to embrace

and a time to refrain
from embracing.

What can you say
about a man who had everything

and lost it?

About a man who may not have
realized what he had?

Was he blind or...

What is he gonna say, huh?

Is he gonna say
that he was a wise man,

that he was a kind man?
That he had ideas, vision?

And what are you gonna tell 'em?

Are you gonna tell 'em

what a great father he was?

Devoted husband?

Model citizen?

Are you gonna tell them
that they killed him,

but he didn't really
deserve to die?

Come on.

Dylan, how do you feel?

Do you want to say anything?

Huh?

Because the truth is,

they whacked him

because he was a bad guy.

So if you want to share that
with all these people here,

then you be my guest.

No, I don't.

Well, I guess he's not gonna be
coming out anytime soon, huh?

Well, you know, he's not
very big on crowds.

He probably just wants
to be alone right now.

Are you sure
we should come over?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
yeah, he'll be okay.

My mom's putting out
a big spread.

Donna, can't you just
say good-bye for me?

No.

Oh, I hate good-byes.

Well, I guess this
is good-bye for us too.

Yeah, but I'll see you back
at the Walshes'.

I think I'm gonna skip it.

Why?

I just don't want to intrude.

Excuse me, Christine,

uh, my mom wanted me

to make sure
you have our address.

Yes, I do, thank you very much.

And, Kelly, you remember
how to get there, don't you?

I think I can find it.

He'll just be a few minutes.

Is everything all right?

He had to go to the bathroom.

Dylan!

I don't know if you remember me.

I worked for Terry Wilson
on the boat.

Yeah. Yeah.

Just wanted to tell you
how sorry I am

about what happened and all.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

You're going to get a phone call

at your friend's house
in two hours

from some people
who need to speak with you.

What are you talking about?

They just want
to pay their respects.

Be smart, and do
what they tell you.

Hey, Dylan.

Sorry. I didn't mean
to bother you.

Don't worry, son.

These things have a way
of working themselves out.

Listen, man, I'd really like
to be at Brandon's

afterwards with everyone,
but you see, the fact is

I have a recording session

I have to be at, like, now.

Whatever.

Thanks for coming, Nat.

Bye, Nat.

Bye, honey.

Can I get you anything?

No. Not right now. Thanks.

Yo, D, want to go shoot
some hoops, brother?

- No.
- Come on, man.

A little Horse, a little Pig.

No. Maybe later.

See you out there.

You guys going to shoot around?

Yeah. Your son thinks
he can school me, so...

Why don't you ask Dylan
if he'll play?

He's not into it, Dad.

Let me work on him.

Brandon, can I talk
to you for a sec?

Sure. What's up?

I'm worried about Dylan.

Well, Brenda,
you can't exactly expect him

to be the life of the party.

But that article in the paper
made it sound

like he might
be the next target.

And that's why we decided

not to discuss it with him,
remember?

Brandon,
from the way he's talking,

something tells me
he already knows.

These chips are so salty.

Then why don't
you stop eating them?

I can't. I'm so nervous.

What are you nervous about?

This house.

Dylan and Brenda
under the same roof together.

Oh, please. Come on.

I can't help it.

It's like I'm paralyzed.

I don't even know
what to say to him.

I feel like he's
totally ignoring me.

Well, that's 'cause
you're acting really weird.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

How long does it
take freesia to bloom?

In Southern California?

Not more than about ten weeks.

Cindy has quite a green thumb.

Well, would you like
to go sit out on the patio?

Sure.

What about you, Dylan?

Uh... I was just wondering.

When are we going
to be going down the the studio?

Well, the group
ahead of you, uh...

they have one more track to lay.

What? Maybe another hour, huh?

An hour?

Why?

You have someplace

you'd rather be?

No. Well, sort of.

You see, my friend's father,
he just got...

Uh... he died and, uh...
they're having the reception

right now.

Oh, David.

Why didn't
you say anything to us?

Serge booked the space.

We have people coming in.

I know. It was just
sort of a last-minute death.

- I mean...
- David,

a word to the wise.

You want a career
in this business,

you got to get
a creative synergy going.

You know, that's a give-and-take
kind of thing.

I hip, you hop. You be, I bop.

You know what I'm saying?

Uh... not really.

Don't worry. You will.

Okay, this is it.

This is for the title,
this is for the money,

this is for everything folks.
If I...

If I make this shot in,

you'll have to kiss my feet

in a conga line.

Is he always like this?

- Yeah.
- Shoot the ball already,

- would ya, Steve?
- Wait a second.

I want to know
if there's any takers.

I got a taker for you.

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

Shoot!

Oh! Two points! All right!

You know they're not
your friends, don't you?

I mean, Brandon--
he's the one they love.

Oh, and like you
and Donna Martin

have anything in common...
except Kelly.

Sure, she's good looking,

but you know
it's only a matter of time

before she burns you, too.

Shoot!

Ooh, it disappeared.

Your shot, buddy.

Go ahead.

- Hi.
- Hi.

It's kind of weird
being here, don't you think?

I think it's all relative.

It was weird being
in that limo with Jack,

it was weird at the hotel,
it was weird on that boat.

My whole life has been weird.

Well, I really--
I really liked Jack

even though I didn't
know him that well.

Kelly, you knew him
nearly as well as I did.

And I didn't believe anything

that they wrote
in that article today.

What article?

The, the one in the newspaper.

Hey, Brandon,
you got today's newspaper?

No, I think I threw it away.

So what'd it say, this article?

He was a mobster
or just a liar and a cheat?

Dylan, I'm sorry.

Why? Did you write it?

Hey, what's up, Dylan?

Oh, not now, goofball!

Listen,
everybody's out back, David.

I'll be there in a minute.

- So what are you doing, man?
- We're about to get drunk.

You want to join us?

Didn't you have something
that you had to do?

Yeah, well, I got 'em
to postpone the session

'cause my head
wasn't really into it.

Well, I hope you
didn't do that on my account.

Especially since you
and I have nothing

to say to one another.

We've never really

been too close...

Here it comes.

"I've always liked you,

I've always respected you."

...and I guess the fact is, uh,

you just don't
really like me too much.

David, the fact is I don't
really know you that well.

Yeah, well, that's just it.
I suddenly feel like I know you

more than anybody.

Would you get rid
of this yutz, huh?

Listen, man,
it wasn't my father,

but I was in the room

when Scott

accidentally blew himself away

and I know how I felt
afterwards.

It's like a bad nightmare
you can't really wake up from

and you can't do anything
to get him back.

I wanted to run away
and get high or something,

but the problem is

you can't run away
from what's in your head.

I know.

I know.

You want to go outside,
get some air?

- Oh, hi, David.
- Hi, Mrs. Walsh.

Dylan, have you had
anything at all to eat?

Now that you mention it, no.

What's good?

Ah, this.

This is very good.

Ooh.

Try the salmon.

Thank you.

Dylan.

The phone's for you; it's...

your Uncle Frank?

Thank you very much, Mrs. Walsh.

Are you threatening me?

Is that what this is about?

All right, l-look,
I'll be there.

Yeah, y-you got
to be more specific.

Dylan, look.

Kelly, is Brandon still outside?

- Yes.
- Thanks.

Dylan, wait a minute.
I need to talk to you.

Look, I'm really bad at this.

Nothing I say
is coming out right,

- so maybe I should just go.
- Do what you got to do.

I was hoping you'd say
you'd come with me.

Kelly, I can't. All right?

Oh, God.

I'll call you later.

Brandon, Brandon, listen to me.

I need a favor.

- Oh, Dylan!
- Hey! Hey!

There he is! Dylan, over here!

Let's go.

Thanks, man.

You got it.

You want to tell me
what this is all about?

If all goes well, I'll find out
what I need to know.

And what if all doesn't go well?

Say you knew me when.

I'm coming with you, man.

- Next time.
- Hey,

what am I supposed to tell 'em

if they ask me what's going on?

Make something up.

So what are we trying
to prove here, huh?

That we're as stupid as Jack?
I mean, come on, man,

those people put a bomb
under his car.

What do you think they're going
to do when they find us?

Two in the bonnet
and watch us bleed.

Look, will you shut up?!

Thank you.

You know, we could be to Baja

in two hours.

I just don't want to die.

Daddy!

Glad you could make it.

Do you want to, uh, follow me?
Who are you?

We'll get to that later.

We'll get to that right here,

right now, in broad daylight

with all these people around--

now, who are you?

Thanks for coming, Dylan.

Sorry to pull you away
from your friends.

If you work for the government,
why are we meeting here?

Because we're not meeting here.

In fact, this conversation
never took place.

So, what is it?

You want to ask me
about my dad's "mob ties"?

Is that it?

Let me tell you, you picked
a damn bad day for it.

No, Dylan.

That's not it.

What, they dragged
you down here,too?

Not exactly.

I work with these guys.

So did your father.

When your dad agreed
to cooperate with us,

he had only one condition:

that if anything
happened to him,

you should at least be told

that he was on the right side.

I don't get it, at all.

I mean, what, he got
out of prison early

so he could help you people
set up a sting operation?

A-Acting as the bait

to lure some crime boss
to the boat?

That was the plan.

Well, my question is:
While you geniuses

were supposed to be
watching his every move,

how did they get the bomb

under his car?!

I mean, this is sick.

He went undercover
for you people,

he spilled his guts out,

and you were so busy
covering your ass

that you let your star witness
fall through the cracks,

and it cost him his life!

All right!

It was a major screw-up, okay?

But this is an ongoing
investigation.

There's a lot of people
out on a limb here,

and the only reason you're
getting this information--

which you're not getting,
remember--

is because
your father cut a deal.

Can I talk to you
alone for a minute?

So, when you agreed
to marry Jack,

was that just part
of the game, too?

No, it wasn't.

They do have rules
about that kind of thing?

Fraternizing with the
informants?

Yes, they do.

That's why I was gonna resign.

Sometimes we fall in love
with the wrong people, Dylan.

So you don't have
to resign now.

No, but I got to find
a way to go on without him.

That's what you've
got to do, too, Dylan.

You don't really believe
that fairy tale

about Jack being
a big unsung hero, do you?

I am not gonna sit here
talking to myself.

Yeah, that's just it,

you're not gonna be
talking to anybody

when the guy who put the bomb

under Jack's car
comes to our house!

Do you really trust
those goons to protect us?

Oh yeah, hey,
turn up the volume,

that's fine with me,
but I'm not gonna shut up

until you go to a liquor store
and we get plastered.

No!

I don't want to hear it.

This is not the Bel Age Hotel!
It's not Rio or Paris!

I'm not 13 years old anymore!

I'll be damned if I'm gonna
listen to a broken record

for the rest of my life.

Okay, here it comes,
once and for all, all right?

We are gonna get through this,
and I do not want a drink!

You guys still here?

I figured I'd be
old news by now.

Hardly. The Herald is running
a major story tomorrow.

It's a good thing
I don't get the Herald.

Dylan, we understand
there was bad blood

between you and your father.

What kind of man was he,

and how will you remember him?

I'm glad you asked me that.

I had a chance to talk
about him today

at his funeral
and, uh, I didn't.

So, wh...

when you write
about the notorious Jack McKay,

you write this:

He is survived by his only son,

who loved him very much...

and will miss him very much.

Thanks, Dylan.

Let's go.

We were getting worried
about you.

I just had to take
a drive to clear my head.

Did it help?

Yeah.

Yeah, it did.

I, uh...

I started flashing
back to this summer

a long time ago
at the beach, where, uh,

he taught me how to body surf,
taught me how to read.

I'd forgotten all that.

At least you got to hear
your father tell you...

how much he loved you.

Yeah.

He did.

Come on inside.

Hi.

Hi.

You want some?

What flavor?

Mm, butter pecan.

Always works for me.

Hey, Dylan.

Hey, B.

Thanks.

So, did you, uh, find
what you were looking for?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

Hello?

Did I wake you?

No, it's okay.

How are you?

Okay.

How are you?

I'm better now.

Go back to sleep.

I just wanted
to hear your voice.

I'll call you tomorrow.

You better.

I will.

Bye.

♪ We must always remember ♪

♪ We can never forget ♪

♪ What brought us together ♪

♪ To the place that we're at ♪

♪ We're tied to the memory ♪

♪ Of how we got here ♪

♪ When I know who I am ♪

♪ I'll understand ♪

♪ The lesson is clear ♪

♪ On a day ♪

♪ Like tomorrow ♪

♪ We will ride the wings
of fate ♪

♪ Prophets say ♪

♪ That tomorrow ♪

♪ We'll be in a better place ♪

♪ It will be ♪