All language subtitles for whos_the_boss_s04e07_a_farewell_to_nick

There's a time for love and a time for
living. Take a chance and face the wind.

An open road and a road that's hidden. A
brand new life around the bend.

Not so long that you might awaken to a
brand new life, a brand new life, a

new life around the bend.

sounds like a tropical paradise.

It's 85 degrees and the water
temperature is 82.

I don't believe it.

Mona, I don't mean to pry, but what are
you doing? Stealing food.

Who says marketing is a chore?

Hi.

What?

A ticket to go to Fort Lauderdale for
the weekend?

Ah, ask him if he's got a friend who
likes redheads.

It's Grandpa Nick calling from Florida.
Oh, hi, Nick.

Yeah, yeah, it's Mona.

Oh, Grandpa, do I have to?

Okay. He says, kissy, kissy, mwah, mwah.

Oh, good old Nick still blowing hot air.

No, Grandpa.

have to talk it over with dad.

No, you wouldn't believe that I'm going
on a field trip to a convent.

Okay, I'll call you later.

I love you too.

Oh, tell him ta -ta and smoochie
-woochie.

No way.

Okay, bye.

Oh, weekend in Fort Lauderdale.

This calls for a major mall run. You
want to help me?

You're on.

And you can help me pack.

You're on. And you can help me convince
Dad to let me go. You're on your own.

I got you.

You do that one more time and you are in
big trouble.

I'm shaken.

Dad, you know, there's a three -day
weekend coming up, and I've always felt

holidays should be spent with... family,
you know, sharing the holiday spirit,

giving thanks, worshiping together.

Sam, it's Columbus Day.

Yeah, but Columbus was Italian, you
know, and I believe that all good

should spend the holidays with
relatives, you know, even if they have

the way to Fort Lauderdale to do it.

Aha.

So that's what this is all about, huh?
Hey, not for nothing, but my idea of a

holiday does not include Grandpa Nick.

Good, because he didn't include you.

All right, well, let me just tell you
something else. You are not going alone.

Oh, Dad, but he's already paid for my
ticket.

Come on, he'll take her around or show
her the site.

What, Nick Milano's lifestyle is to the
poor and sleazy?

Dad, you're not being fair.

Nick has really settled down in the last
year. He hasn't been indicted for

anything.

He's probably under an assumed name.

Nick may have his faults, but he never
let anything happen to Sam.

Dad, I'm not a little girl anymore.

Please.

Samantha's on her way.

Right about now, she should be enjoying
her complimentary beverage and her honey

-roasted peanuts.

See, everything went fine.

I hope you did not make a spectacle of
yourself at the departure gate.

Who, me?

What, are you kidding me, Mona? I'm not
one of those overprotective fathers.

I gave her a little kiss, a hug, and I
went and checked the pilot's breath.

Yeah.

You know what, though?

I miss her already.

Ah, that's good for you.

Every once in a while, parents need a
break from their kids.

I took 1958.

Really? I didn't notice.

Battle residence, yeah.

Hey, Bambi, how you doing?

Hey, it's Nick's girlfriend.

Hey, Bambi, I'm glad you called because,
yes, the man took a little fine, in

fact. Are you ready? A plane's going to
land on time.

Yeah, go figure.

What?

You're going to put her on a four o
'clock flight back? Why?

Well, is there something wrong? I mean,
is Nick in trouble again?

What?

Tony?

What's wrong?

Is Nick in trouble?

No, Nick's not in trouble.

He's dead.

I still can't believe Nick is gone.

Just think, checking out at the
racetrack.

With a fistful of winning tickets in one
hand and cheese nachos in the other.

Yeah, no, Nick, that's how he would have
wanted to go.

Uh -uh. That was his second choice.

Oh, Lola.

Did Nick go to heaven or hell? Oh, I'm
sure he went to heaven, honey.

Why do people have to die anyway?

Well, sweetheart, death is just

part of the natural scheme of things.

It's just something you have to learn to
accept.

There is a time to live, and there is a
time to die, and a time for every

purpose under heaven.

Turn, turn, turn.

Jonathan, sometimes... Sometimes I don't
think of death as an end, but more

like a beginning.

So, sweetheart, do you understand what
we're saying about why people have to

die?

Yeah. You guys don't know either.

Pretty smart kid.

Well, listen, I gotta go because I want
to be at the gate the minute Sam steps

off that plane.

This is not going to be easy for her.

She was crazy about Nick. Yeah.

Sam? Hi, guys. What's for dinner?

Sam, what are you doing here? Your plane
doesn't land for another hour.

Well, the 4 o 'clock flight got delayed
till 5, but the 3 o 'clock flight just

didn't land till 4, so I got on that
one.

Oh.

Well, uh, did Bambi tell you why she was
sending you home?

Yeah. Grandpa said.

Sam, I'm so sorry.

I know it must hurt.

me about it. I was really looking
forward to this weekend. Now I'm stuck

new bathing suit and no tailwinds.

Hey, wait a minute, honey. Are you
saying that's all you're upset about?

No. I had to watch Howard the Duck on
the plane.

Both ways.

Tam, what about your grandfather?

Oh, well, Bambi was really shook up, you
know, crying and everything.

And I just had to tell her, look, people
live, people die.

Oh, sweetheart, come here. Dad, don't.

There's no reason to get mushy.

Let me know when dinner's ready, okay?
I'm starved.

Hi. Hi, Adela.

You're all there.

This is Nick's estate. It came express
mail this morning.

His entire estate came in this envelope?

Nick never owned more than he could grab
for a quick getaway.

I've been sitting here trying to figure
out how come we didn't get along, and I

can't do it.

I guess I was always on his case, but
then again, he didn't care too much for

either.

Hey, look, these are his favorite loaded
dice.

Hey, look.

Seven.

He had them bronzed.

A Tony Maselli baseball card.

What?

Must have really meant something to him.

Yeah, because it had absolutely no
resale value.

Hey, look at this. Look at this. Here's
a...

Here's a picture of Nick holding a
sandwich when she came home from the

hospital. Oh, they're both bald.

I'm sure she'd love to have this.

I don't know, Angela. You know,
Samantha's still making out like Nick's

was no big deal.

Well, I don't know.

People go through stages in dealing with
grief. She just isn't at the point

where she's ready to open up. Yeah,
well, that's not healthy. You know,

she's Italian.

You know, unless Italians...

We gotta express ourselves, otherwise
our insides get all clogged up. Ooh,

ugly.

Hi. Hi, sweetheart.

Hey, where you been?

Just walking around.

Yeah? Well, I'll tell you what we do,
huh? How about we go shoot some hoops,

and you, one -on -one? Horse, I spot you
an H.

No, thanks.

All right, all right. This calls for
drastic measures.

We go to the mall, you see an outfit, I
buy it, no questions asked, huh?

Dad, if I want to go shopping, I could
go by myself.

Here, Sam.

What are those for?

Well, you're supposed to give flowers
when somebody dies.

All right, all right. Who ripped the
geraniums out of my window box?

How do you like that, huh?

Hot geraniums. Nick would have loved it.

Hey, Sam, Sam, this stuff came today
from your grandfather, and something

think you should see.

Dad, I got things to do. Not Sam. This
is important. It's from your

I want you to hear it.

I, Nick Milano, leave this as my last
will and testament.

First things first.

No funeral and no tears.

Got it?

Got it.

And if you want to remember me, you go
to Bruno's restaurant and order the

spaghetti carbonara.

It's chock full of cholesterol, but what
the hell, you don't live forever.

I wish I had more to leave, but whatever
I've got goes to my beautiful

granddaughter, Sambina.

Especially my love.

So, what do you say, Sam? A little
carbonara over at Bruno's?

Would you just lay off?

I'm sick of hearing about Grandpa. Get
it through your head.

He's gone.

I... I can't get through to him.

Hi.

Hi.

We thought you'd be here.

I felt like being alone.

Maybe I should have tried the roof.

We would have tracked you down.

Look, if you're going to try to talk me
into going to Bruno's tomorrow night,

would you do it fast? Because I'd like
to get back to my reading.

Ah, Sears catalog, huh?

1967.

Boy, those Nehru jackets were sharp.

Sam. I'm going to level with you.

We do want you to go to Bruno's tomorrow
night.

It's what your grandfather wanted.

And it would be good for you.

And your father.

And maybe Bruno could use a little
business.

I'm not in the mood for pasta, okay?

Sam?

I...

I was your age when my father died. I
know. And you hid up in the attic, too?

Or was it the closet?

No. It was the basement.

And it wasn't Angela.

It was me.

But I was very lucky.

Because I had someone to lean on.

Oh, Mother.

Well, it's true.

No, no, don't be silly.

You were the strong one. You helped me
through it.

Baby. Oh, Mama.

Okay, okay, okay. I'll go to Bruno's.

Just stop with the sappy stuff, okay?

Thanks a lot.

Well, here we are.

Yeah.

You know, Sam, This was your
grandfather's favorite restaurant.

He ate here every night.

I mean, except when the government was
paying for his meal.

You know, Sam, this is supposed to be a
celebration, you know?

So, I mean, you know, it's the way Nick
wanted us to say goodbye.

Why do you want to say goodbye to him?

You never liked him much anyway.

Hey, oh, that's not fair. Come on, I
mean, I didn't like some of the things

did, but he was your grandfather, and my
father -in -law, and I loved him.

In a weird kind of way.

And I thought you did too, sweetheart.

Of course I loved him.

I loved him a lot.

Doesn't it feel better to say it?

All right.

Thanks, Danny.

Good evening and welcome to Bruno's.

I am Bruno.

I am Tony.

And this is my daughter, Samantha.

And there's going to be two ladies
joining us.

Shortly.

I heard that you requested Nick Milano's
table.

Yeah, right near the Yanty Basta.

You're friends with Nick?

No, we're relatives.

Wait a minute.

You're Zambina?

Yeah. Ah, you are pretty.

This is one time Nick didn't exaggerate.

Well, I hope there was one other time he
says your carbonara's the best. And

he's right.

So... How is Nick, anyway?

He hasn't been around.

He's dead.

What happened? He's dead, okay?

Just like my other grandfather, my
grandmothers, my mother, everybody who

meant anything to me.

Next, it'll be... Me?

Hey, uh, please, not my restaurant,
okay?

Samantha, are you...

You worried about me dying?

Dad, everybody else does.

It is not fair.

I mean, I loved Mom so much.

I loved Grandpa.

I know. I miss him so much. Okay.

All right. I know it hurts.

I know it hurts, but listen to me.

Listen to me. You can't use that as an
excuse to stop loving people.

Because, you know, when you stop loving
people, then you're not really living

anymore.

Now, Nick knew that.

He lived every minute. No guarantees.

Even when things were bad.

I mean, when he was locked up and when
he lost your mom.

Hey, he never stopped loving people.

Especially you.

I can't believe I'm never going to see
him again.

Yeah, sweetheart, but if you keep loving
him, then you keep his memory alive.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Got any room here for a couple of
working girls? Yeah, yeah, come on, sit

Just don't hog the breadsticks.

Bye, sweetheart.

Okay.

House wine.

I'm the house. Thank you.

Nick's favorite month.

And for Sambina, a little house grape
juice.

I think you're going to find it tastes a
little complex, but unpretentious.

That's one bouquet.

And you won't need these tonight.

I'm having the chef prepare for you a
medley of Nick's favorite dishes.

Oh, well, we're going to be here a
while.

Hey, cheers.

Excuse us.

Bruno told us the bad news. We were
friends with Nick.

Some of us closer than others.

Now, I was closer to Nick than anybody.

I was his parole officer. I was his
investment broker.

Oh, you mean his bookie. You could call
it that.

Well, this is Angela. Hello. Hi. And
Mona.

Hi. This is my daughter, Samantha.

Ah, Campina.

Sam.

He was always talking about you.

I remember how proud he was the day he
got you that beautiful stereo system.

He never gave it to me.

I made him return it to the owner.

Look what I found.

This belonged to Nick.

I think he would want you to have it.

Really? Gee, I wonder what it's called.

Nick's tab.

480 bucks.

Oh, wow.

Nick was a good customer.

He just wasn't a paying customer.

You got me again.

This is my grandpa.

Hey, let me help out with that. I mean,
I made a lot of money off of the guy.

Yeah, Bruno, I'll chip in.

Well, then, let me see what I've got.

Not nearly enough.

Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Let
me be a sport, huh?

After all, I didn't send flowers.

All right, listen, look, I'd like to
propose a toast. Here, here, here.

Can I do it?

Of course, sweetheart.

And my grandfather, Nick Milano, who I
loved very much,

no matter what he did, and who I will
always love.

Bye, Grandpa.

To Nick.

To Nick.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

Which nobody can deny.

Which nobody can deny.

Which nobody can deny.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow. For he's a
jolly good fellow.

Next on Nick at Night, spend some
quality time hanging out in an airport

No, wait, don't go away. We mean the fun
-filled airport lounge on Nantucket,

the home of Sandpiper Air and those
Hackett brothers.

Wings is next.