Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 3, Episode 22 - The Child Is Father to the Man - full transcript

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Dylan!

Yeah?

Hang on, I was gonna move
the car. That's okay, I'll get it.

Yeah? Yeah. Thanks, Dad.

Well 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 know, you're telling
me about your career

as if I care... I don't.

So, what am I
supposed to tell them?

Icon Records is never
gonna 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?

Whether they have any
suspects in connection 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?

Yeah. I'm just gonna go on home.

All right.

Can you give us a minute?

Out of the way,
please. Out of the way.

Let him through.
Any leads yet, Dylan?

Dylan, have you gotten any
sleep since the death of your Dad?

Let us through. Excuse us...

Any comment at all...

Come on, give us the scoop.

What about the allegations
against your father, Dylan?

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 junk.

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?

What does 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.

You know, 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 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.

I mean, 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.

Yeah, 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? Hey,

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.

Listen, 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, huh?

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.

I mean, 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!

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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 ♪

♪ Just wait... ♪