Wings (1990–1997): Season 3, Episode 6 - My Brother's Keeper - full transcript

Where's the pilot?

Look, we should've been
in the air by now.

This is ridiculous.
We've been sitting here
for 10 minutes.

(SIGHS)

Well, I for one,
am outraged.

I don't know about you guys,
but I've got to get to Boston.

Hey, buddy,
what are you doing anyway?

Ah, how hard
could it be to fly
one of these things, huh?

(ENGINE STARTING)

Hey, hey.
What do you know?

Got lucky the first try!



Hey, hey. Do you really
think you should be
touching that stuff?

(WHOOPS)

Hey, who says you need
a pilot's license?

Hell, they took
my driver's license
away from me,

and I still drive.

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

Oh, Helen,
congratulations.

I hear you passed
the real estate exam.
Thanks, Fay.

I tell you, there's nothing
more exciting than starting
a new career.

You know, my seniors group
needs a new building.

Maybe you could
get us a good deal.

After all,
we're a deserving organization
that combats the attitude

that the elderly have
outlived their usefulness.

What's wrong
with the building
you're in now?



Oh, it's too old.

Hey, did you guys see that 727
landing on the far runway?

I mean, it's not
a commercial flight.

Who can own
a private jet that big?

Miriam Borogroves,
though she's known
as Mimsy to the 400.

400 what?

400 people who wouldn't
cross the street
to spit on you, riffraff.

Well, there's got
to be more than 400.

She is one
of the richest women
in New England.

It's old family money.
Textile mills.

That's-- That's
my kind of people.

Her family
makes polyester?

She wrote to the town council

about investment
opportunities
on this island.

And, oh, Helen,

she is looking
for a summer place.

Really?

Well, you know, our company
represents Cliff Walk Manor.

Do you think
she could afford
$4.5 million?

(LAUGHING) Honey,

she could find
that kind of change between
the cushions on her couch.

Oh, oh, Miss Borogroves.

Councilman Roy Biggins
at your service.

I'd just like
to welcome you
to the island.

How charming.
Oh, thank you.

The island.
Oh.

I'd kill for
an introduction
to that woman.

Hey, no, problem, kid.
Follow me.

Hi, Mimsy. Hi.

Uh, there's somebody
who I'd love you to meet.

Do I know you?

Okay, make that
two people.

My name is Brian Hackett,
Sandpiper Air.

And with me here
is the queen
of Nantucket real estate,

Miss Helen Chapel.
Hello. So nice to...

Brian, I've always
liked that name.

Unless of course,
you spell it with a "Y."

No.

Good. Because that's
a little too precious.

(HELEN CHUCKLES)

Speaking of precious,
I have this piece
of property...

I'll bet you're a pilot,
Brian, with an "I."

You have that sort
of reckless self-assurance

that I associate
with young pilots.

I don't like to brag,

but in flight school
I got straight A's
for recklessness.

I'm talking prime seaside...

A sense of humor, too.
I find that very sexy.

Oh, you think that's sexy?
Get a load of this
semi-attached garage...

You know,
I'd love to stay here
and continue our chat,

but I've got to get settled
at my hotel.

I don't suppose that
you'd care to help me.

Well, it's really
not that hard, Mimsy.

You just toss
the free soap
in your purse,

dance around
in the complimentary
shower cap

and then nap
till happy hour.

It's called
Cliff Walk Manor.

I'm very pleased
to meet you,
Brian with an "I."

You know, my friends
have accused me of
forgetting how to laugh.

You'll have
to teach me again.

Well, okay. But it may
involve feathers
and some nudity.

Yes, it may at that.

I think she likes me.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

Does anybody know
where Brian is?

Does anybody not know
where Brian is?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Yes. Me.

He's with that woman again.

That's where he's been
every breathing moment
for the last two weeks.

In Italy, we have a saying
about the relationship

between a man
with not so much money

and a woman who is
very, very wealthy.

Oh, yeah.
What's that?

Way to go.

Ciao, my friends.

Oh, my God.

(CHUCKLING) Brian,
what are you wearing?

Merely gifts
from my Mimsy.

I only wish I could show you
my embroidered underwear.

Hey, what the hell.

Oh, Brian!

Oh, you really are crazy.
But, God, you're fun.

I live to give pleasure,
cara mia.

And I live
to receive it,
faccia bella.

Sometimes you
give me pleasure
in a thousand ways.

Well, everyone
has off days.

That reminds me, Fay.
Order new airsick bags.

FAY: Brian, that's
a beautiful lighter.

I like my men to have
fine accessories,

so today I got you
an even better one.

Yeah, he doesn't smoke.
No, but I light.

It's in a pretty little
red package outside.

You'll find a card on it.

Now, be a good boy.
Run along.

Oh, Mimsy.

What have I done
to deserve yet another gift?

Oh, yes, that's right.
I remember.

You, uh, really enjoy
throwing your money
around, don't you?

Yes. It makes
people happy.

I believe in being
a good neighbor,

in giving back
to the community.

Which is why when
I heard of your need
for a new senior center,

I arranged
to finance it.

You did? Oh, bless you.
That's wonderful news.

And--And whenever
you come to visit,

you tell your limo driver

to just ignore
those handicapped
parking signs.

He always does.
Oh.

And, Roy?
Hmm. Mmm-hmm, hmm.

Because you've shown
the initiative

to suck up to me
for two solid weeks,

I've agreed to underwrite
the new municipal building.

By rights, the council
should name it after you.

Oh, I'm humbled.

You ought to be.

You see, Joe,

your brother isn't
the only one I give money to.

He's just the cutest.

Well, where can I
use a phone?

Oh, phone, phone.
Uh, uh, there's one
in Joe's office.

Here, here, here, here, here.
Dial nine first.

Miss Chapel, I'm going to call
my lawyers right now

and see if I can speed up
that real estate deal of ours.

Wait, now, that isn't going
to be a long-distance call?

Is there any other kind?

Hey, just what is
your problem?

Okay.

I cannot stand
what that woman is doing
to everyone around here,

especially my brother.

You know what, Joe?

You're jealous,
'cause Brian's obviously
having a good time.

Look, you listen.
I happen to know my brother.

He may be pretending
to be happy,

but deep down,
he is ashamed.

(BRIAN WHOOPING)

(WHOOPING)

A Porsche!

How do you say
ashamed in German?

Can you believe this, Joe?

This was the lighter
she was talking about,

and this is the pretty, little
red container it came in.

Wow. Helen told me
about it, Brian,

but I sure
didn't believe it.

Great hat.

Driving an automobile
like this

is like making love
to a ravishingly
beautiful woman.

Why is that?

I've never done either.

Look, uh,

would you guys
just excuse us
for one second?

Brian, would you just
take a look at yourself
for one second?

Well, okay,
but I may appear closer
than I actually am.

Can't you see
what that woman has
turned you into?

You're a gigolo.

A boy toy.
With a boy toy, toy.

Brian, it's time for
Sir Fitzhugh Agincourt
to have his walk.

Who?

Uh, it's her dog.
Uh, in a minute, Mimsy.

I'm just talking
to Joe, okay?

Oh, I think you better
do it now, Brian.

You know how Fitzy gets
when he doesn't have walkies.

Right. Right away, Mimsy.
Right away.

Fitzy, Mimsy, Walkies.

For crying out loud,
now you're her dog walker.

Don't you have any dignity?

Since when is it
undignified to walk a dog?

Millions of people
do it everyday.

Come on, Fitzy.

(CHUCKLING)

Come on.

What?

Come on,
let's go walkies.

Now, listen... Ah. Oh, sorry.

Wait. Wait, wait,
excuse me.

But this is my office.

This is my desk.

And I need to
speak with you
about my brother.

Well, well,
so here it comes.

I've been expecting this.

Yes, well, I just want...
You have?

Well, it's been
fairly obvious

you don't approve
of my dating Brian.

No. I--I don't approve
of your using him,
of your exploiting him.

Now, just
a damned minute, sonny.

Where do you get off
using words like that?

Well, okay, maybe
those aren't the words.

I'll say they aren't.

What is this amazing
double standard

that fellows like you
have about age?

Age?

Yes. When an older man
dates a younger woman...

Well, it's all smug smiles,
wink wink, nudge nudge,

"You randy dog."

If a middle-aged
woman dates a man
a few years younger,

if she has the audacity
to show that
she's still sexually alive...

Oh, dear.
Different story.

Ugly. Suspect.

I wasn't really
thinking about age.

All right, money.

Why does my money
offend you so, Joe?

It doesn't offend me...

Everybody hates
the rich, right?

Well, I'm sorry,
but it's not my fault.

I was born with it.

I try to do
some good with it.

So sue me.

I never said
it was your fault...

You know, if I didn't care
so deeply about your brother,

maybe it wouldn't hurt when
you come storming in here
to attack me.

Oh, I certainly never meant
to attack you.

What right do you have
to judge Brian and me, anyhow?

How do you know
what's in our hearts?

How do you know what
we feel when we're lying
locked in each other's arms?

That's okay.
I really don't need
to know that.

I don't know
what I expected.

It's always the same.

Why must my money spoil
everything always?

I don't know.

You know
what's funny, Joe?

I nearly made things
a lot worse
between you and me.

How do you mean?

Well, Brian's told me how much
you love your airline,

how hard you work,

how much you need
a new plane.

JOE: (SIGHING) Oh, boy,
that's for sure.

Yes.

Well, you want
to know the killer?

Last night, I considered just
handing you the money for one.

Either as a gift or a loan
if you preferred.

Because I know
how my gifts disgust you.

I don't know who's been
telling you these things.

I went so far as to reach
for my checkbook.

You know,
Mimsy's answer
for everything.

Get out the old checkbook.

It's a very
endearing trait, actually.

But then I hesitated
because I knew exactly
what you'd think.

"Forget it,"
I told myself.

"He'll only hate you for it,

"plane or no plane."

Mimsy, Mimsy, Mimsy.

And then I said to myself,

"Mimsy, you're being silly.

"Who are you
to judge Joe?

"Who is anyone
to judge anyone?"

That's so true.
So true.

So I went ahead
and made out
a blank check.

I even carried it
down here in my purse.

That purse right there?

When am I going to learn
to trust my instincts?

I mean, thank God,
I didn't try to actually
give you the dumb check.

You probably would've
thrown me out of your office.

Listen,
I think we really got off
on the wrong foot here.

Do you, Joe?
Do you really?

Yeah. And it's my fault.

Why? You only said
what you felt.

And I was wrong.

You're being too hard
on yourself.

(STAMMERING)
No, no. I just wish
there was something,

anything I could do
even if it meant, oh...

Accepting the dumb check
if it came to that,

just to show you
how sorry I really am.

Could you bring yourself
to do that, Joe?

I think I could.

I wouldn't want it
to come between us.

I wouldn't let it,
I swear.

Because you want
to know the truth.

It really isn't
the money that matters.

What matters is
my brother's happiness.

And I just hope for his sake
you can forgive me

for all the stupid,
narrow-minded

things I said earlier.

I already have.

Hey, hey.

Brian, hey,
what are you doing here?

I've, uh,
got the early flight.

You haven't been here
before noon
since Mimsy got here.

Yeah, well, uh, Mimsy and I
had a parting of the ways.

Oh.
What?

Yeah. She's leaving
Nantucket today.

ALL: Oh, no.

Uh, no, no, no.
I finally did something
I should've done weeks ago.

Told Miss Moneybags where
she could park her Porsche.

That better mean
in your garage.

No, it doesn't.

I finally listened
to my big brother.

Told her that I was
nobody's lackey.

I was tired of being
an embarrassment
to my friends.

Boy, you should've heard me,
Joe. I really leveled her.

Brian.
Oh!

Brian, don't you think
that's a little rash?

I mean, I thought you two
made a really cute couple.

Everyone said so,
didn't everyone?

Mmm, cute.
Oh, darling.

Very cute.

She bought you a new plane,
didn't she?

I really don't think
that's relevant here. I...

But--But it--it isn't
what you think.

I mean, Mimsy recognizes
that I work hard.

And she feels that
I deserve this check.

Even though there's been
problems between you two,

I'm sure she would still
want me to get my new plane,

wouldn't you, Mimsy?

Tell me something.

Joe isn't short
for Jose, is it?

Uh-uh. Why?

Because it goes
so much better
with "No way."

Lars.

Attention, everybody.

I only have a few minutes
before I have to say goodbye.

Goodbye? No, you mean
of course, au revoir,

until the next time you come
to visit your investments.

I'm not making any.

I've been deeply wounded
on this island.

As a result,
I want nothing more
to do with anything

that might bring back
painful memories.

I'm going to go and find
some little community
that really needs my money.

Like Europe.

Ooh. Crowd turns ugly.

Roy, you stayed
pretty much the same.

Come on,
somebody's got
to be on my side.

I'm with you, Brian.

She didn't
get me diddley.

What about you, Joe?
Huh?

What about all those
things you said about,
uh, self-respect,

not being bought.

You meant those things,
didn't you?

Yes, I did. Of course.

And I'm really proud of you
for what you did.

Do you think
if I got her
to initial this,

the bank would
still cash it?

Hey, he might be ready
to let you off the hook,

but we are not.

You can't do this
to us.

What do you
want me to do?

You want me to go
crawling back to that woman
on my belly?

Is that
what you want me to do?

You'd get there faster
if you run.

Okay. Okay, fine.
I'll do it.

Yeah, I'll do it.
I'll let her keep me.

Yeah, buy me expensive
gifts, take me to
all the best hotels,

make wild erotic love to me
on perfumed sheets.

But I'm warning you,
all of you,

on your heads be it.

Uh, Mimsy.

Hi, uh...

I want to talk to you.

Is that a hot tub?

Yes.

Wow, uh, on a plane?
Doesn't it...

Doesn't it slop over a lot?

I have people
to mop it up for me.

Yeah. Cool. Um...

Look, Mimsy, uh,

I know I acted crazy
last night,

but I--I just got
this dumb notion in my head
that you were,

you know, using me.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, you were very
foolish to think that.

Or to let people put
that idea in your head.

Very foolish.

Okay. Okay. Well,
you see, I--I realized
what a bad...

Excuse me. Am I the
only one that notices
my drink is empty?

Sorry.

It's just that, Mimsy,
I--I realize what
a bad mistake I made.

And, uh, I wish there were

some way we could start over.

You're not begging.

Oh gosh, no.
Of course not.

No, you misunderstand.
You're not begging.

Oh, uh...

Please.

Um, please.

Mimsy, please. Mimsy.

Oh, get up.

I think we've discovered
the one thing
you don't do well.

Do you really want us
to get back together?

Honestly?

Cross my heart.

(CHUCKLING)

Oh, Mimsy.

Brian.

We're together again, huh?

I know.
Now get the hell
off my plane.

Wait, what?

I didn't mind
the affair ending.
I never mind.

Because I'm the one
who decides when, always.

Stay in control.

It's the first lesson
my nanny taught me

(SNIFFLING)
and the last.

I had her terminated
shortly thereafter.

So hit the ground running,
Mr. Past Tense.

(STAMMERING)
Wait a second.

Mimsy, I--I just groveled
to you now.

I made a total fool
of myself.

Yes. It was
just like old times.

But all good things
must end.

So, unless
you've got a parachute
or real springy ankles,

you'd better haul ass.

Bruno, you can take off
when you're ready.

You know, I always
go into these things
hoping they'll work out.

It's too bad, really.

Oh, well.

We did have a few laughs
along the way, though,
didn't we?

Every once in a while
I can convince myself
that's enough.

You know Mimsy, uh,

I'd be lying if I told you
that I didn't miss the,

the money and the fancy car
and the clothes, but, uh,

you know what
I'll always remember?

I'll always remember
that night you and I walked
on the beach together.

I mean, we didn't need money
or a fancy car.

Or the clothes,
for that matter.

Still, though,
it was a comfort having Lars
six paces behind us

with a checkbook
at the ready.

Well...

Goodbye, Mimsy.

Goodbye, Brian with an "I."

Uh, look,

I--I don't suppose
there's any chance

of Joe getting his plane
or Helen selling her house

or Roy and Fay getting
their buildings, is there?

(CHUCKLES)

Keep that sense of humor.

Brian, wait,
take off your pants.

Wait, y-y-you want me back?

No, just the pants.
I paid for those.

I believe I bought
the underwear as well.