Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 1, Episode 19 - Everything Is Everything - full transcript

A Gypsy boy clears his father's name and regains the love and trust of his grandparents with Vincent and Catherine's help.

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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.

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.

Taxi!

Stop! Stop the car!

My leg! Help!

Ow, my leg!

My God, I didn't see you.

I'm sorry. Are
you all right?

My leg, I think
it's broken.



All right now,
be still now.

I'm going to help you.

Would somebody please
call for an ambulance?

No, no ambulance!

It hurts.

Is it just your leg?

All right, can you
make it to the car?

I'll drive you
to the hospital.

No, no hospital.

Just don't touch me, lady.
All right.

What's your name?

Tony. Tony Ramos.

Okay, Tony.

I want you to tell
me where you live,

so I can call your family.

I-I don't have family.

I don't have anyone.

Please, just give
me some money,

and I'll go to the doctor.

Lady, I promise, please.

I can't do that.

You're hurt.
You need help.

Would somebody please
call an ambulance?

Wait a minute!

Come back here!

Hey!

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, punk!

"It's as thin of substance
as the air and more in...

in... in..."

Inconstant.

"Inconstant than the wind,

even now, the frozen..."

...frozen bosom.

This is boring, Vincent.

Why can't we read
Treasure Island?

You find the words boring

because you're
merely reading them.

You must feel them, Kipper.

Words are nothing but
cold and lifeless things.

You must use your mind and
your heart to interpret them.

You see, Kipper,

the playwright depends
upon his actor

to breathe life
into his words,

to give them life
with his passion.

Perhaps an illustration
is in order?

Kipper, you play Benvolio.

Peace, peace,
Mercutio, peace!

Thou talk'st of nothing.

True, I talk of dreams,

Which are the children
of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing
but vain fantasy,

Which is as thin
of substance as the air,

And more inconstant
than the wind,

who woos, Even now
the frozen bosom of the north,

And, being anger'd,
puffs away from thence,

Turning his face
to the dew-dropping south.

Oh. "The wind you talk of,
blows us from ourselves;

Supper is done, and we
shall come too late."

I fear, too early:

for my mind misgives

Some consequence yet
hanging in the stars

Shall bitterly begin his fearful
moment with this night's revels;

and expire the term
Of a despised life

closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit

of untimely death.

But He, that hath the steerage
of my course, Direct my sail!

On, lusty gentlemen.

Go ahead. Take a bow.

And again,
you were so good.

Wasn't he good?

How went the deposition?

That grubby, little weasel...

If I ever get my
hands on him again...

That good, huh?

I have to cancel
all my credit cards,

before he charges me
to bankruptcy.

You got mugged.

I was conned!

By a kid, no more
than 11 years old.

He's lying in
the gutter crying.

I thought I ran over him.

Then as soon as I get out
to help him,

he grabs my wallet and runs.

Welcome to New York.

Yes.

My name is
Catherine Chandler.

My credit cards were stolen.

I have to cancel them.

Yes, I'll hold.

I am going to find
that kid, Joe.

I wouldn't bet
the family jewels on it.

- I want to see him!
- You can't stop me!

I want to see my grandfather!

You don't want nothing,
and nobody,

nobody here wants to see you,
including your grandfather!

Now you get out!

I got to tell him
what happened!

Look, he knows.

He knows it don't
change nothing.

You understand?
You're dead.

Marime, banished.

Now get out!

You framed my father!

When Grandpa finds out
what you did...

What's done is done.

It can never be changed.

Now you get out of here!

Grandma, Grandpa, it's me!

Nobody wants you!
Get out.

You framed my father,
and I'm going to prove it.

I got proof right here.

When Grandpa sees this,
he'll know what you did.

What proof?

I'll be back,
and you'll be marime.

Hey! I don't want to see you
around here no more!

Go back to Chicago!

What if somebody
listens to him, Vick?

He's dead.

Eva, what-what
was all the shouting?

Just a boy.

Here...

Take your medicine.

Hello.

Hi, lady.

You!

Yeah, I found your
wallet on the street.

I guess it must have
fallen out of your purse.

Nice place.

You must do all right.

Where is my wallet?

I don't suppose
there's a reward.

That's okay.

I, uh, just want you to know I
feel real sorry for what I did.

You're such a pretty lady.

It made me feel bad.

Oh, try again.

It's true.

Do you know what
I went through today?

I just spent two hours

getting another
driver's license.

I had to cancel
all my credit cards.

Well, you should carry cash.

That's what I do.

Yeah, I know. Mine.

Yeah, I had to eat.

And what else do you do

when you're not staging
phony accidents?

I said I was sorry.

You got to admit
it was a pretty good act.

Go.

I can't.

I don't have anywhere to go.

Oh, don't try the orphan bit.
It doesn't work.

It's true.

My parents were killed
in a car accident.

I came all the way here from
Chicago to find my grandfather,

but he doesn't want me.

He won't even see me.

That doesn't make
any sense.

Why won't he see you?

You in some kind of trouble?

I'm dead.

Oh, that's it.
Hit the road.

Wait. Okay.
It sounds weird.

But I'm a gypsy, lady.

When the kris says
you're marime, you're dead,

banished forever.

Gypsy? Is this another con?

My grandfather
is king of the gypsies.

My father was going
to be the next king,

but my uncle set him up,
framed him at the kris.

Well, that's a gypsy trial.

They banished us all.

My uncle's going
to pay for what he did.

I've got proof.

What proof?

What proof?

Forget about it.

Uh, maybe this is
all just a con, huh?

Look, let me sleep here tonight,
and then I'm out of your life.

You can trust me, you know.

I trust nobody.

Please, lady.

I don't know anyone but you.

My lucky day.

Look, I'll make
a deal with you.

Tonight you can
sleep on the couch,

but tomorrow morning
I want the whole story.

And now, a bath.

No!

No woman gives
me a bath.
Wrong!

I am not having my couch
all covered with dirt.

Now off with it.

No, no, I can do it myself.

Okay, but I want results.

Use the soap.

Don't steal it.

What are you doing?

Tony!

Tony! Don't!

Tony.

What concerns you so?

A boy.

He claims to be a gypsy.

He's lied to me.

He stole from me.

And yet I can't help
caring about him.

And feeling that somehow
he wants my help.

It's very old.

It talks of tradition.

It's all I have to go on.

I don't know how much
of his story I believe.

But his pain is very real.

He's touched you deeply.

I suppose he has.

If I could just find him
and talk to him.

The world of the gypsies
is a secret one,

closed to all gadje,
as they call outsiders.

We have a gypsy helper above,

who may be of help to you.

I'll take 25 for it,
not a penny less.

Something I can show you?

Are you Maria?

I don't know you.

Vincent said you might
be able to help me.

Come with me.

Watch the front, Sal.

Tony's just a boy.

He has no one.

How could his grandfather
abandon him like that?

In Milo's eyes,

his grandson
no longer exists.

It was the judgment
of the kris.

Well, couldn't Milo call
a new kris to hear Tony out?

You don't understand
our ways.

Tony's father stole
from his own family.

That can never be forgiven.

A boy's entire future
is at stake here.

What's done is done.

Maybe if I talk to Milo...

You'd never get to see him.

Tony's Uncle Vick
will make sure of that.

It's worth a try.

I'll give you
the address, okay?

Just be careful.

Vick's a bad one.

If he thinks you're
trying to help Tony...

If you hear from Tony,
will you give me a call?

Thank you.

You got a problem
there, pretty lady?

I don't know.

It just started making
this funny noise,

and I'm late
for an appointment.

What kind of noise it making?

Sort of a grinding noise,
and then bam, bam, bam,

and then more grinding.

Grinding, that sounds bad.

Pop the hood.
Let me take a look at it.

Well, can you fix it?

Sorry, lady, this looks bad,
real bad.

Damn it.

Do you have a phone
so I can call my hairdresser?

Is it a local call?

Yeah.

We got one inside, to the left.

Thanks.

Mrs. Ramos.

Eva Ramos?

My name is Catherine Chandler.

I'm a friend of your
grandson, Tony's.

Please, listen to me.

Tony needs you and his
grandfather right now.

Don't you care
what happens to him?

I have no grandson.

Go.

Just listen to me.

Let me talk to your husband.

Tony says he has proof
of his father's innocence.

Just hear him out.

Eva?

I love him.
Tell him.

Lady? Lady?

Go.

What were you doing up there?

Trying to find the phone.

He charges me if I don't
show up for an appointment.

How's my car?

It's a time bomb, lady.

The transmission's shot.
The belts are bad.

Your alternator is gone.

We're talking hundreds
just to put it right.

Know what your best bet is?

Call a cab. Leave it here.

You come pick it up
next week, huh?

I'll chance it.
Thanks.

How did you get in?

Gypsy pass key.

I came for my medallion.

Where is my jewelry?

I hocked it.

Well... I hocked
your medallion.

I don't believe you.

Would I lie to someone like you?

You don't understand.

My father gave me that medallion
before he died!

It's all I have left of him!

If it's gone,
I've lost everything.

It was your grandfather's.

Now we're even, lady.

The name is Catherine.

Do you like Kipling?

Don't know him.

Why don't you read
one to me anyway?

My eyes are tired.

You can't read.

Can you, Tony?

So what?

So how do you get
through school?

Gypsies don't
go to school.

We teach ourselves
everything we need to know.

So why do I need books?

Well, books are
wonderful things.

They teach you.

They give you new ideas.

Well, I talk to people.

I know life.

I understand everything.

My father used to read me
to sleep with this book.

No TV, huh?

"In High and Far-Off Times,
the Elephant, O Best Beloved,

"had no trunk.

"He had only a blackish,
bulgy nose, as big as a boot,

"that he could wriggle about
from side to side;

"but he couldn't pick
up things with it.

"But there was one Elephant,
a new Elephant,

"an Elephant's Child,

"who was full of
'satiable curiosity,

"and that means he asked
ever so many questions.

"And he lived in Africa,
and he filled all Africa

"with his 'satiable
curiosities.

"He asked his tall aunt,
the Ostrich...

"...and ever since that day,
O Best Beloved,

"all the Elephants
you will ever see

"besides all those
that you won't,

"have trunks precisely
like the trunk

of the 'satiable
Elephant's Child."

How beautiful you read.

I remember the first time
you read to me.

How safe I felt, the comfort
I found in your voice.

I wanted to share that.

Maria help you find him?

He picked the lock
on my front door.

Beneath the bravado

is a very frightened
little boy.

I can't imagine
what his life is like.

When I was his age,
my big decisions were

what dresses to wear.

Maria helped me find
his grandparents.

They won't see him.

How can their hearts
be so hardened?

If I could just talk

to his grandfather, have him
call a new kris for Tony.

If they won't take him
back into the family,

I'll have to turn Tony
over to child welfare

for foster placement.

I'm afraid that would
just break his spirit.

Then his grandfather
must be convinced.

A ghost?

Do not fear.

I mean you no harm.

Then leave me in peace.

Vick!

Eva!

Please... listen to me.

Who are you?

Someone who cares
about your grandson.

He needs you.

Yet you turn him away.

I have no grandson.

Yes, but Tony
has a grandfather.

He is a brave boy.

He's come a long way.

Alone.

And at great risk.

It was the judgment
of the kris.

He's dead to us.

Is he dead in your heart?

It... was the judgment,
the law.

Is there no room in your
law for compassion?

Must the child be condemned
for the deeds of the father?

Tony wants only to prove that
a great wrong has been done.

You are the king of the gypsies.

Call a new trial.

Let him speak.

It is dangerous to change
what has been done to the dead.

You have the chance to give
a boy back his life.

If the outcome is the same,

I will lose everything.

If Tony can change the judgment,
you'll have your grandson back.

Can there be a greater treasure?

Tony!

What's the problem?

I smell smoke.

Yeah, well, the bread
caught fire,

same with the bacon.

And while I was dealing
with that, the eggs went up.

Come on. Eat.

You made me breakfast.

You need some meat
on your bones.

You're too skinny.

Got some coffee here,
some oatmeal...

Oh.

Gypsy coffee,
strong, huh?

Strong.

Eat before it sets.

Delicious.

Last night, it was nice.

My mama used
to read to me.

You must miss her terribly.

She's still with me in here.

Papa, too.

I take care of myself.

Being alone makes ya tough.

Well, sometimes tough doesn't
make loneliness go away.

I lost my mother
when I was very young,

and I still cry
for her sometimes.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, so do I.

Anyway, I liked that story.

Me, too.

Oh, Lord, I'm gonna be late.

Oh, I'll be clearing
out like I promised.

Oh, no, you don't.

I want you here where
I can keep an eye on you.

Stay right here
until I come home.

You trust me here alone
with all your stuff?

I mean, I could clean you out.

Well, friends don't steal
from each other.

And we are friends, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

Don't go wild on me here.

Lock the door after me.

If you need me,
my phone number

is by the phone
in the kitchen.

Vincent, Mouse tells me
we have problems

with one of our entry
points in Chelsea.

It looks like you
haven't slept.

Did you go above
last night?

Yes.

To plead with a man

who denies the existence
of his own grandson.

Ah, yes, the gypsy boy
you spoke of.

He's only a child,
and yet they judge him as a man.

As if he had committed the crime
his father is accused of.

A boy, rejected
by his own flesh and blood

for the sake of a tradition.

The law and tradition
is the only permanence

in a gypsy's life.

They are a people
without a country.

And they depend upon their
laws and their traditions

to maintain their culture.

Yes, but the cost, Father?

The old man grieves
for his lost grandson,

yet he feels bound to uphold
this heartless law--

a law which already
cost him his son.

To be abandoned
by those you love.

That pain would be unbearable.

Well,

I'm glad you made your plea.

And perhaps your words
will be enough

to make him change his mind.

Vick!

Vick!

What, Mama?

Something wonderful
has happened!

Your father is calling
a new kris for Tony.

A new kris.

Vick, what if the kid
can prove something?

The kid can't prove nothing.

The old man must
be getting senile.

Grandma!

Grandma!

Grandma...

You should have stayed
dead, huh, kid? Huh?

Shut up!

Where is it?!

Where's the letter?

What letter?

What letter?
What am I, a postman?

Where is it?

Where is it, I said.

Someplace you'll
never get it!

It won't do you
no good now.

You got your new kris,

but you ain't gonna be there
for it, you understand?

You're a loser, kid.

You're a loser,
just like your old man.

Catherine Chandler, please.

Catherine Chandler.

Have you found Tony yet?

I've asked around.
No one's seen him.

Don't worry.
He's safe and sound.

Oh, thank God.

What is it, Maria?
What's happened?

It's some kind of a miracle.

Nothing like this
has ever happened before.

It's all over the streets.

Milo's called a new kris
for Tony.

Oh, that's wonderful.

It's tonight, 8:00

at the social hall,
86th and Wilbur.

He's got to be there.

We will be there.

And watch your back, Cathy.

If Vick's got something to lose,

he'll do anything to stop Tony
from showing up.

We'll be careful.

Thank you, Maria.

Okay. Bye.

Hey, Radcliffe,
be a hero?

Help me with
these Martin briefs.

Oh, I'm sorry, Joe.

First thing in
the morning, I promise.

What's the big emergency?

I've got to give
a little boy

some very good news.

Tony.

Tony?

Vick.

Tony!

Tony!

I'm in here!

In here!

Help me, Catherine!

Tony, stand back
from the door.

I'm going to get you out!

Okay, okay!

It's all right, Tony.

Vincent is a friend of mine.

Catherine's told me
much about you.

I-I've never seen anyone
like you before.

There's never been
anyone like me before.

Listen, your grandfather's
called a new kris,

but we have to hurry.

There's an entry
not far from here.

We can travel faster
below ground.

Papa, please.

You still have time
to stop this.

The boy will have
his chance to speak.

He's too cowardly
to show himself.

He's not a coward.

I can't make it!

I'm too tired!

Tony will be here.

He has not come
all this way to...

to run and hide.

Their laughter--

Their laughter is going
to burn in your ears, Papa.

Now stop this!

He must come.
He must.

We wait.

Sit down, Eva. Sit down.

It's a curse

on all of us!

They should
be left buried.

It's time to start, Papa.

What are you waiting for?

Let's go.

Get it over with!

Come on, what are
we waiting for?

Quiet! Quiet down.

Quiet down.

My friends...

We call this kris to consider
the case of Tony Ramos.

But he is late.

We will give him
a few more minutes.

Why wait for the dead?

No! I say what's
done is done.
Right!

I say we wait!

Let the boy have
a chance to speak!
Shut up!

You shut up! Nobody cares
what you got to say, woman.

Is this the way?

The truth makes you strong.

Go now.

Come on! How long
are we gonna wait?

Milo, where is this kid?!

Papa, how long
do we got to wait?

How long?

Come on!

Quiet!

Quiet down!

I have no choice.

I must declare this kris...

Come forward, Tony Ramos.

Do not be afraid.

You are only a child, but you
know how serious this is.

You-you know.

If you lie to us here,
you are no longer a gypsy.

I don't lie.

And my father didn't lie!

He lies!

He stole the money
from the body shop

and framed my father for it!

He knew that if
my father was banished

that he was next in line
to be king!

Children got such
wild stories, eh?

It's true.

My father told me
before he died.

Oh, oh! I'm condemned
by a ghost!

Huh? I'm condemned...

Does this kris take
the word of a boy

a marime, over mine?

I call for a verdict now!

Let the boy talk!

Will you shut up?

Your word is not enough
for the verdict.

You must have proof.

He got no proof.
He's got nothing. He's a liar!

I have proof.

A letter.

Where is the letter?

She has it.

Tony, I don't have any letter.

In your purse.

I put it there last night.

I knew Vick would try
and get it away from me.

She can't be heard here!
She's gadje!

She's not even
supposed to be here!

Come forward, please.

She's got no right here!

Where is the letter?

The side pocket, the
one with the zipper.

My father gave me this letter.

He told me on his deathbed
to bring it here

to clear his name,
and to punish the guilty.

"Dear Eric,
I am writing you this letter

"because I am afraid
for my life.

"Me and Vick stole the money
from the body shop

"and we split it up.

"We put some of the stuff

"in your house,
so that you'd get blamed.

"Now I think Vick's gonna kill
me for my share of the loot..."

Fool.

I didn't write
no letter, Vick.

You said that nobody
could prove nothing!

No!

Now you pay
for what you did!

You be marime!

Tony.

Let me read the letter.

Vick.

Come forward.

Read the letter
which has condemned you.

No.

No, it's nothing.

It's just marks!

I read pretty good, huh?

No.

You were my son.

Now you are no more.

No.

Now you walk in death.

No, please, Papa.

No!

No, Papa, please,
don't do this.

No!

Grandpa.

I have something for you.

You gave this to my father.

He gave it to me and now

I give it to you, so you have
something to remember him by.

One day you will
give it to your son.

Okay, Tony?

Hey, lady.

I owe ya.

And a gypsy never forgets.

Thank Vincent for me, huh?

I will.

Maybe I'll see
you around, huh?

Count on it.

It went well.

Tony has a family again.

Good.

I think he stole
a piece of my heart.

And you will always
keep a part of his.

You helped him find his way
home again, Catherine.

No one could ever give
a child a better gift.

It came from both of us.