All language subtitles for Beauty and the Beast s01e08 Song of Orpheus.eng

VINCENT:
This is where the wealthy and the powerful rule.

It is her world,

a world apart from mine.

Her name... is Catherine.

From the moment I saw her,
she captured my heart.

With her beauty,

her warmth and her courage.

I knew then, as I know now,

she would change my life...

forever.

CATHERINE:
He comes from a secret place, far below the city streets,

hiding his face from strangers,

safe from hate and harm.

He brought me there
to save my life.

And now, wherever I go,
he is with me in spirit.

For we have a bond stronger
than friendship or love.

And although
we cannot be together,

we will never, ever be apart.

Well, I'll see you next week.

Okay, now, you
take care now.

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(bottle clinking,
then splashing into water)

FATHER:
Mm-hmm.

Fischer-Spassky,
fourth game.

Seventh game.

(laughs)

I don't know what
masochistic impulse

ever prompted me
to teach you chess.

Oh, come in, Dustin.

(rhythmic tapping on pipes
echoes from distance)

Thank you.

Now, if I recall that
seventh game correctly,

Fischer was saved by a...

pawn.

Father?

What is it?

I've always wondered
when it would happen.

Now it has.

Vincent, I've... I've
never lied to you.

The things I've taught you
about the world above,

so much was
to protect you.

And it was also to help me
to forget...

forget a world I once loved.

I've... always sensed that.

I have kept certain
things from you...

about my life before.

Father, what are you trying
to tell me?

I have to return.

I have to go above.

When will you go?

As soon as I prepare myself.

I'll be back this evening.

When I return...

we'll talk.

Father, you...

Please, Vincent, don't
ask me anything more.

MARGARET:
So, no answer, huh?

You can't expect,
after all this time.

The ad's run
for seven days now.

Do I have your permission
to cancel this nonsense?

No.
Margaret...

Listen to me.

A day hasn't passed when I
haven't thought about him,

about seeing him again.

Especially now.

He dropped off the face
of the earth 35 years ago.

We're not even sure...

I know he's alive.

This is difficult for me,
Margaret.

I'm worried about you,

as your lawyer
and as your friend.

First this, and now these
new provisions

you've made for your will.

Your judgment...

Oh, please, Alan, not now.

Henry's due here any minute.

That's who I'm worried about.

We've been through
all this before.

He's a sweet man.

He's good to me.

Not to mention
what he's done for others.

You shouldn't worry.

(knocking)

I hope I'm not interrupting.

ALAN:
Will you excuse us, please?

MARGARET:
Oh, Henry, come on in.

You're not interrupting
anything.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Don't go.

Good-bye, Margaret.

Bye.

Well!

Wish you and Alan would get
along together better.

Margaret, I try;
I really do.

I know you do.

They're beautiful, Henry.

Thank you.

So how you feeling?

Better
Yeah?

Much better.

That's good.

I don't know how
I'd manage without you.

You're not going to have to.

First thing in the morning,
I'm taking you home.

(rhythmic tapping
echoes from distance)

(blows lightly)

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HENRY:
You see, people want to believe they're doing what's right.

I simply assure them
that they are.

Is there anything wrong
with that?

Nothing.

Yet, here I am
defending myself.

You made the appointment.

Yes and, uh...
you agreed to see me.

What was it,
just curiosity?

Something like that.

You're a hard man
to draw out, Alan.

Let me help you.

You're worried.

Six months ago,

Margaret's diagnosed
with pancreatic cancer,

she has an enormous estate

and not a single
living relation.

Simply put, you question
the coincidence

of my arrival
on the scene.

Look, I'm not going
to lie to you.

We're a charity.

I mean, who better
to solicit?

Wealthy people
want to be remembered for their good works.

I'm sure Margaret
had other offers.

She happens to have
chosen us.

She chose you, Dutton.

That's what I'm worried about.

Oh, so you...
you can be direct.

Direct enough
to advise Margaret

against the trust
she's established.

Why?

I commissioned someone

to look into your
fiscal affairs

a couple weeks ago.

He called yesterday,
from the Cayman Islands.

For Margaret's sake,

I'm willing to keep
what he's found quiet,

but only if you disassociate
yourself from her completely.

You're an old man, Alan.

You don't want to
lock horns with me.

(rap music blaring
from distance)

(siren wailing
in distance)

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MAN:
Taxi!

Taxi!

(pop music blaring
from boom box)

Sir, just one more question!

Get around him!
Get around him!

Get a shot, Harry!

Can we have a question?

What do you make of the
committee's findings?

I said all I wanted to say
at the hearing.

I've nothing further to add.

(reporters clamoring)

Taxi!

(horns honking,
sirens wailing)

(horns and sirens
fade into ship's horn blowing)

Alan?

Alan?

Move away
from the desk!

Now!

Larry, we got
a man down.

Radio an ambulance.

Look, I'm a doctor.
He was already...

Shut up.

...ambulances to law
offices of Alan Taft.

4300 building on Park.
We have a 10-15.

Do you copy? Over.

DISPATCH:
We copy, Unit Two.

Man down. Ambulance and
paramedics dispatched

to 4300 Building, Park.

Backups not requested.

A 10-15 has been filed.

You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be held against you

in a court of law.

(tapping)

Vincent...

I'm sorry to wake
you, Catherine.

Something's wrong.

It's Father.

What's happened?

He went above today,

for the first time
I can remember.

He should have been
back hours ago.

He's somewhere
in this city.

I need your help,
Catherine.

Of course I'll help.

I should never
have let him go alone.

Where was he going?

It has something to do
with his life before.

When he lived
above?

What has he told you
about his life then?

Only that it was
another life,

lived by another person.

And that the memory of it
was best forgotten.

I know he was a doctor.

Do you know his full name?

I've always called him Father.

(rhythmic tapping on pipe
echoing through tunnels)

(subway train passing
in distance)

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(lock clicking open)

(key clinks onto desk)

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Guy still won't
give his name, huh?

Nada.

But check out the stuff
we got from his pockets.

Silver certificates.

They've been out
of circulation

for now, what,
20, 30 years?

Mm-hmm.

A pair of ticket stubs
from Dodgers-Giants game.

Brooklyn, New York;
Ebbets Field, 1952.

Twilight Zone, huh?

What?

Twilight Zone.

Yeah.

So what do you think?

What do I think?

What I always think:
Why me?

Yeah.

Why did you kill Alan Taft?

(sighs)

I didn't kill Alan Taft.

When I found him,
he was already dead.

I see.

So, you know him?

I knew him.

What were you doing
in his office?

You were looking
for something, right?

The place was
torn apart.

Maybe this will
help you remember.

It's got Taft's address.

We found it in your pocket.

"The wreck of my memories."

What does it mean?

Maybe you start by
telling us your name.

What do you say?

Mister, who
the hell are you?!

Will you answer
the question please?

Are you now
or have you ever been

a member of the Communist Party?

No, I have not.

What is your
occupation?

I'm a research physician.

I was employed at
the Chittenden Institute,

until some months ago.

It is this committee's
understanding

that your security
clearance was denied

for subversive activities.

I am a doctor.

I was trying to save lives.

Please confine your answers
to the questions asked.

Why is it that no
one wants to hear

that the Atomic
Energy Commission

has grossly miscalculated
radiation doses?

Now, this is not Communist-
inspired propaganda.

It is a medical fact,

the result of
intensive research.

My God, in Nevada,
they are exploding

nuclear devices in front
of our own troops.

Now I can...
(high-pitched squeak)

You will limit
your testimony, sir,

to the committee's agenda.

And speech-making is not
on that agenda.

It's a waste of
time, Renny.

I'm telling you.

(machine whirring quietly)

Here's something.

In June of 1951,

the Chittenden
Research Institute

was given a grant by
the Defense Department

to conduct studies on the
effects of nuclear fallout.

There's something else

in November of
that year.

Here it is.

One of the research
doctors claimed

that the Chittenden Institute

was misrepresenting
his findings.

My God, it's him.

There's a photo.

He was forced to retire

when he called for the
abolition of atomic weapons,

a halt of research.

His name was Dr. Jacob Wells.

Jacob.

There's more.

Give me a second.

He was blacklisted.

The Un-American
Activities Committee.

I've heard about that time.

I also found this
in his dresser.

Behind a photograph.

A wedding photograph.

And you haven't opened it?

I couldn't.

Vincent...

If we have any
hope of finding him,

we need to learn everything
we can about his life.

I know.

"Dear Jacob,

"I am writing you from Paris,
where my father has sent me.

"Spring has arrived early here--
the time for lovers--

and it's as if the season
mocks my sadness..."

MARGARET:
But I'm beginning to understand...

that loss
is sometimes necessary.

I know of no gentle way
to tell you--

my father has annulled
our marriage,

and I'd be lying to you if
I said that I'd fought him.

I can't even blame him.

Forgive me, Jacob,

because I know
you're innocent...

and still...

I don't have the strength
to stand by you.

But you are strong

and you will rebound.

Of that, I'm positive.

Please don't hate me.

We knew each other
so short a time.

All I can say seems useless,

and still, I cling
to the wreck of my memories,

before they sink forever.

Good-bye, Jacob.

I'll love you always.

Margaret.

CATHERINE:
Margaret's father.

Classic robber baron.

Do you know he helped
finance both sides

of the Spanish-American War?

(laughing)

He went through the
Depression untouched.

It's all past
history, right?

Possibly.

Possibly?

Listen, I'm awfully sorry
Margaret wasn't up to it.

Um... maybe tomorrow?

Tomorrow's fine.

Just tell me when.

Oh, I wish I could.

I can't. I mean,

her condition
doesn't allow me

to be that specific.

Listen, why don't
I help you?

Whatever it is, I can
help you with it.

I'm sorry. It's private.

I thought you
said you were

from the District
Attorney's Office.

I am.

It's still private.

My service number is
on the card.

so you can reach me tomorrow

whenever Miss Chase
feels up to it.

Of course.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, Miss Chandler...

are you always
so mysterious?

Occupational hazard, I guess.

Thank you for the coffee.

Miss Chase is awake.

She's asking
for you again.

I'll see her in a moment.

Connor.

The woman who
was just here.

Sir?

Satisfy my curiosity,
would you?

Find out what she wants.

Good man.

Margaret?

I feel as if I've
been sleeping

for half a century.

I think a walk in the park
would do me good.

See a little real green
and smell some fresh air.

You need your rest, Margaret.

What time is it?

It's time for
your medication.

Oh, damn.

Damn those things.

Now, you should be grateful
for those things.

I hate pain killers.

A little pain
is good for the soul.

Come on, now.

I've got a meeting

with the Planning Commission

and it started five minutes ago.

Please, Henry. I'd rather not.

Come on.
Come on, Margaret.

Take your medicine, now.

Doctor's orders.

That-a-girl.

There you are.

I wonder why Alan

hasn't called.

Oh, well. You know Alan.

That's just it.

I do know Alan.

CATHERINE:
No. He definitely has a beard.

Okay. Thank you.

Damn.

(groans quietly)

Headache at
9:00 a.m.?

Not a good sign.

Keep eating those
and my headache

is going to move
into my stomach.

What are those?

Chocolate-cheese
nuggets. Mmm.

For breakfast?

Want some?

No, thank you.

So what're you
working on?

Nothing.

Nothing.

That's good.

'Cause you're
15 minutes late

for the Bartoli deposition.

Great.

See you later, Joe.

Have a nice day.

(inmates wolf whistling)

Hey, baby, I
need a lawyer.

Don't worry.

INMATE (in distance):
Chickie, chickie, chickie!

Mr. Bartoli,
come with me.

I'll take your
statement now.

Leave us
alone, please.

Are you all right?

Can I get
you anything?

No.

Please, stay out of it.

You must.

Anything you do to draw
attention to me can only...

You are being charged
with murder.

You must tell me
everything that happened.

Don't you know by now
that you can trust me?

It's not that.

I may be a stranger
to your world,

but I am no stranger
to the betrayals

of your judicial system.

I am the only one
who can help you.

If you really want to help me,

please-- go away.

I can't do that.

Jacob.

I know who you were,

what you went through.

What about Vincent?

He knows.

I didn't want to keep things
hidden from him.

I wanted to...

forget.

Does he understand that?

Yes.

You have nothing
to be ashamed of.

I'm not ashamed.

Was it Margaret
who sent for you?

Margaret?

Have you seen her?

I tried.

She's too ill
to have visitors.

Is she in hospital?

No. She's at home.

She, uh...

sent me a message.

"The wreck of my memories."

Did her message to you
mean that she was in trouble?

I don't know why...

I took it to mean that

she wanted
to see me again.

And who was Alan Taft?

A friend.

He defended me
during the witch hunts,

put his own
reputation on the line.

Was he Margaret's lawyer?

He was the family lawyer.

Do you know a man
named Henry Dutton?

Why?

I don't know.

Well, what else can you
tell me about Margaret?

Anything that would help me
piece this together.

I don't know.

She was so young
when I knew her.

And then, so beautiful.

(various whispering voices
echoing through chamber)

(urgent tapping
echoing from distance)

(sighing with relief)

She found him.

He's all right.

If Dutton's a player,
he's playin' by the rules.

How far back did you go?

All the way.

Poor kid from Queens

to four years in Cambodia
with the Peace Corps

to his latest project.

Which is?

A $10 million shelter
for the homeless.

Where does he get his hands
on that kind of money?

Got his own foundation.

Private fundraisers,
grants, donations.

And no history of
misappropriations

or complaints filed?

Nothing.

Hmm.

Impressive.

But you're
not impressed.

I don't know...

I just didn't expect him

to come out so damn spotless.

I'm telling you, the man
is Nobel Prize material.

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(whispering):
Dutton...

(sighs heavily)

(sighs)

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You never had any intention
of building that shelter.

Oh, in the beginning, maybe.

And, instead, you've
funneled everything

into your private account.

Do you have any
idea what it's like

to spend your life so
close to so much wealth,

to find a cause,
to rally the support,

and never see a dime?

I got tired of
doing unto others.

Even though
you had to kill for it?

Especially because
I had to kill for it.

And now what?

I wish I had a choice,
Ms. Chandler.

I really do.

(elevator motor humming)

(thudding)

(groans)

VINCENT:
Catherine.

Hold on, Catherine.

(pedestrians conversing
indistinctly)

(car horns honking)

Well, good-bye.

Catherine, you've been more
than a good friend to me.

I know what you've risked.

And believe me...

I am grateful.

Good-bye.

Father...

I just want you to know...

I would never hurt him.

I love him.

I know.

I also know it can
only bring him unhappiness.

Why do you say that?

Because part of him...

is a man.

(rhythmic tapping
echoes from distance)

(subway train passing)

Father...

I'm so glad
you're safe.

It's good to be home.

Where is she?

Over here, Jacob.

Jacob.

Oh, Jacob...

You're too beautiful.

I can't believe you're here.

No words, just hold me.

Hold me.

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(sudden groan)
Margaret?

I'm all right, Jacob.

Really.

Here, sit down.

You know, we've
done too much.

No, no.

I just need to rest a bit.

You've made a remarkable
world here, Jacob.

I've never felt
so at peace.

And, all these years,

I've dreamed only
of showing it to you.

If only I hadn't been
such a fool.

No, don't,
Margaret, please.

No, I have to say it.

I've been meaning to all along.

Now, suddenly,
I don't know how to begin.

I'm dying, Jacob.

Sometimes it seems
so damned unfair.

Something in my body
has turned against me.

And then I remember
what happened to you...

...and what I did...

...and I get the same feeling
all over again.

Like, somehow,
I'm being punished.

Don't, Margaret.

Well, I know it's absurd, but
I can't help thinking it.

Margaret,
all is forgiven.

I let go of all that
anger years ago.

Oh, yes, there was a time
when I gorged myself

on bitterness
and self-pity.

But then I came
to know someone

who had every reason
to curse fate,

to feel punished...

and yet he accepted all
that life had to offer

with gratitude... and love.

Vincent?

We must do that, too.

VINCENT:
Margaret said the last seven days

were the happiest of her life.

CATHERINE:
And how is Father?

Healing.

Alone.

Grateful.

They truly loved
each other.

Yes.

It's so sad.

To have had a
beginning and an end,

and all the time in
the middle, empty.

They had seven days,
Catherine.

Seven days.

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