All language subtitles for The Wonder Years s01e12 Im With the Band.eng

ADULT DEAN: Growing up,
our neighborhood was filled

with all types of families

that were well-known
for certain things.

But everyone knew
that the Williams family

was a musical family.

We all played instruments.

With a dad
who was a music professor,

we didn't really have
a choice.

I could play the scales
before I could ride a bike.

That was partly
because I had the coordination

of a bumblebee,
but mainly because of my dad.

[saxophone plays smoothly]

When Daddy closed his eyes,

I knew that meant
he was really feeling it.

I wanted to feel like that
when I played, too.

♪♪

♪♪

Bill, you know
I've always been a big fan

and, as usual,
you did not disappoint.

I really hope
you'll think about it.

Definitely.

Oh.

And this is my wife, Lillian;

and my kids, Kim and Dean.

Oh, what a pleasure.

Dean's the other saxophone
player in the family.

Really? Well, you gonna be
onstage one day like your dad?

Well, actually, I'm about
to play at the State Fair.

Well, my school band is.

But I'm first chair.

First chair.
-[chuckling]

He's a regular chip
off the ol' block, huh?

[chuckles]
You could say that.

Yeah.
Hey, Dad,

they're paying us
to play at the Fair, right?

[chuckles]
Now you can really say it.

[both laugh]

LILLIAN:
A tour all across Alabama?

Bill, that is wonderful.

I couldn't believe it
at first myself.

But he wants me and the guys
to headline.

-That's awesome, Dad.
-That's great, honey.

So, what'd you tell him?
Are you gonna do it?

Of course he's gonna do it.

Y-You're gonna do it, right?

Please say you're doing it.

Be cool.
There's a lot to consider.

You know I'm up for tenure,
and taking time off

to go on the road could
possibly jeopardize that.

I told him
I'd let him know soon.

Well, no matter what you decide,

you have my full support.

Thank you, baby.
That means a lot.

[chuckles]

Ooh, we can go shopping
in Tuskegee.

You all think you're going, too,
don't you?

I don't trust those groupies.

Musicians are hot.

No school!
[chuckle]

Wow. Daddy was getting a chance
to play on a bigger stage

and so was I.

The State Fair.

It brought with it a half day
of school for Fair Day

and the best shows and rides
you could imagine!

One night,
I saw a cow give birth

and saw Cory throw up
through his nose

after riding The Enterprise
five times.

Hmm.

Who were the real animals
that night?

[playing scales]

♪♪

♪♪

LILLIAN:
Dean, dinner!

Mom, since the Fair's coming up

and I have a solo
in the concert...

When school lets out early,

I'm going with Cassandra
and Corynella.

Well, don't you have a paper --

[clears throat]

Forgive us, Dean.

Please continue bragging
about your solo.

I was hoping that maybe

I could get a new shirt
for the concert.

Maybe a silk one.
I want to look cool.

First of all, you know
you only get clothes

at the beginning
of the school year.

Second -- a silk shirt?

Which one of the Pips
are you replacing?

[laughter]
Hold on, hold on.

Maybe the boy has a point, Lil.

This is their first time playing
in front of real people

who don't have to clap.

Plus, he's got a solo.

Boy's got to look sharp!

I think I'll take you

shirt shopping myself.

How about that?

I might even pick up one
or two shirts,

just in case I end up taking
this tour.

Thanks, Dad.
I want to look as cool as you.

Still gonna wear the glasses,
though?

You're just jealous
because the saxophone

is way cooler
than the stupid cello.

The cello is not stupid.

And, Kim, there's nothing wrong
with your brother's glasses.

That's right.
Cut it out, you two.

[both]
Yes, sir.

And I only play the cello
because Dad wouldn't let me

play the saxophone
when I was your age.

He said that's
how girls get pregnant.

[clears throat]

♪ Oh, oh, oh♪

♪ And I know♪

♪ Ohh♪

♪ Through the highs
and the lows♪

♪ I'mma find my way home♪

[laughs]

Music was my only chance
to be cool

because, let's be honest,

I wasn't cool in any other way.

[clears throat]

[deep voice] Hello.

May I speak to John?
-[chuckling]

There's no John here.

Then do you pee outside?

[laughing]

Dean?

Uh, who's Dean?

I know it's you.

You use the same voice
when we imitate

Mr. Roberts in art class.

Remember?
I taught it to you?

Because my voice
is deeper than yours.

[normal voice]
No, it's not!

[deep voice]
Uh, I mean, who's Dean?

[laughing]

Man, I told you
that joke was no good.

Yeah, it was
kind of a thinker.

-Yeah.
-Who's next?

Uh...

Renita.

-She's cute.
-Yeah.

[clears throat]

[telephone ringing]

[forced accent]
Hello.

Can you tell me what kind
of tree fits in your hand?

RENITA:
[laughing]

Is this Cory?

You're so funny.

[normal voice]
Yeah, you know, I'm just making

these prank calls with Dean.

Who?

You know, Dean Williams.

He got that big ol' afro
and he wear the glasses.

In seventh grade?

Yes, he's in our grade.

ADULT DEAN:
Dang!

But thankfully
there was someplace

where I was the man.

People talk
about the dog-eat-dog world

of school sports,
but let me tell you,

the band room
is survival of the fittest,

just like
on the African savanna.

Everyone is gunning
for the alpha male,

the top dog...

the first chair.

[roars]

[birds chirping]

But no one
would dare challenge me.

That was, until today.

What is it, Craig?

Um, I'd like to challenge Dean
for first chair.

Oh, this white boy
can't be serious.

Sure, Craig, that is your right
as second chair.

But, of course,
we need to offer Dean

one week to prepare
for the challenge.

Dean?

Oh, no, I don't need it.

I'm ready now.

Unless, of course,
Craig needs the time.

[saxophone plays smoothly]

♪♪

Craig did not need more time.

[applause]
Wow!

Fantastic, Craig!

[applause]

Looks like we have
a new first chair.

I mean, come on, man.

All right.
Let's take it from the top.

As bad as it was to be
dethroned in such a public way,

it was going to be much worse

going shirt shopping
with my dad

and breaking the news to him --

the ultimate
musical alpha male.

Something like this is
for when you're performing

on the big stage.

And this is more subtle,
for like

a smaller venue.

Ahh, but this...

See how it shimmers?

It's great
for catching the light.

Enough stalling, Dean.

It's time to face the music.

Pun intended.

Uh, Dad, today in band --

Now these are show shirts.

[chuckles]

You could see me touring
in Birmingham, Tuscaloosa,

and Mobile in this, right?

-Uh, definitely.
-[chuckles]

Um, so, you know
how I was first chair?

Mm-hmm.

Ruffles and sequins?

No good musician would ever wear
either of these.

And that's how 20 years
of music passed

right over my dad.

-[sighs]
-Um, so, something crazy

happened in band today and --

This is it.

It screams "Dean."

Yep.
Perfect.

I'm getting this for my son
to perform a sax solo --

at the State Fair.

Oh, well, that sounds exciting.

Good luck.

Imagine the lights
shining down on you,

playing your solo --
-I'm second chair.

I lost first chair.

I don't understand.

What are you saying?

Well...

Craig challenged me
for first chair,

and he just played so well.

It was...surprising.

"Craig"?

Sounds...
Is he...?

-White?
Yeah.

Go figure.

You know what?

It's okay.

I got you covered.

I'll put together
a practice schedule

and we'll make sure
you're able to challenge

to get your chair back in time
for the concert.

[chuckles]

We won't be taking this.

What?
This is a solo shirt.

Not a "cat sitting next to the
cat with the solo" shirt.

[chuckles]

In the meantime,
I'll be taking these.

You can put this back.

[saxophone plays]

♪♪

Whenever I saw my dad's shadow
outside my bedroom door,

I knew I needed
to play perfectly.

If I made a mistake,
he'd come inside,

and that meant another hour
of practice without a break.

It was like
BlackGroundhog's Day.

Now, I know you can play
better than that.

What do you mean?

I hit every note.

You sounded like
you were sitting wrong.

Sitting wrong?

Here, let me see.

[sighs]

[saxophone plays smoothly]

♪♪

It's as if Jesus came back
as a saxophone.

♪♪

♪♪

I thought I recognized
that sound.

How long are you gonna be
away on this tour, again?

[clears throat]

Keep practicing
till it sounds like that.

[sighs]

♪♪

♪♪

[sighs]

♪♪

[laughing]

Get out.

Why do you get to relax
and do whatever you want

while I have to sit
and practice all night?

It's not fair.

Hold on a second.

Why do you think
I really play the cello?

[scoffs]

'Cause Dad can't play
anything with a bow.

You're the dummy
that wanted to be like him,

and now you're paying the price.

♪♪

Girl, it was nothing.

I thought I heard a dog outside.

Mm-hmm.

After practicing for what
felt like the entire night,

I was finally ready to return
to my rightful place

as first chair.

Craig won't know what hit him.

What is it, Teddy?

I'd like to challenge Dean
for second chair, please.

What the...?

Uh-oh.

There was blood in the water,

and everybody
in the savanna knew it.

[grunts]

[saxophone plays,
strikes off-key note]

♪♪

♪♪

[off-key note plays]

[off-key notes play]

♪♪

Et tu, Cory?

I couldn't believe it
at the time,

but in hindsight, he'd have
been a fool not to do it.

♪♪

[bell rings]

Being bumped to fourth chair
was the worst thing

that ever happened to me
in here.

Band Room Dean

was so humiliated

that Gym Class Dean
felt sorry for him.

Wow.
You really choked.

Luckily, I'm the only

trombone player in the band.

No challenges.

[sighs]

Hey, Dean.

Are you...okay?

I-I guess.

Um, won't Charlene be mad

if she knows
you're talking to me?

No. She has
a new boyfriend now,

so she doesn't care anymore.

Oh.
Glad she doesn't still hate me.

Oh, no, she still hates you.

It's actually what she
and her boyfriend bonded over.

He hates me, too?

Don't overthink it.

A bunch of us are gonna ride
to the Fair on Fair Day.

So you want to come --

-Yes!
Yes.

Uh, since you really want to be
my friend again.

You mean because you just
looked so pitiful

after choking in band

that I thought you could really
use a friend?

The fact that she was right
made me feel even more pitiful.

I would've played
the "wah-wah" right now

if I thought I could do it
without choking.

And if I played the trombone.

♪♪

BILL:
Dean!

Sir?

Boy, get out here and say hello!
We got company!

Back then, grown folks always

made kids come out and say hi

to anybody that came over.
-What's up, man?

Why ain't we rehearsing
at the studio?

Put it against the tour money.

Just 'cause we're making
more money

doesn't mean we need
to spend more money.

Dean, don't you think your daddy
would look good in one of these?

Washboard, I told you,

the car I have drives fine.
-[scoffs]

Fine for Montgomery.

Not "go on tour" fine.

That's the same thing he tried
to convince me about my wife.

[laughter]

All right, fellas,
time to practice.

[light laughter]

You coming, little man?

Wouldn't be the same down there
without you watching us jam.

I-I can't.

My dad's making me
practice more.

I, um, lost first chair
in band.

Well, he's kinda right.

You won't get good
without practice,

practice, and more practice.

Is that how you got so good
at the piano?

Nah.

Music always came
real easy to me.

Just took to it.

Sorry.

But, hey, don't feel bad.

Nothing wrong with second chair.

Fourth.

What?!

Yeah, uh, today, I...

got bumped to fourth chair,

and I haven't told my dad yet.

[sighs]

Damn!

I'm going to miss you, Dean.

Sorry, again.

But you know something?

Your old man
might just surprise you.

I bet he'll actually respect you

for being honest
about what happened.

And trust me on this --

your dad ain't all that scary.

BILL: Washboard, get down here!
-Mm.

[thud]
Err! Coming!

Washboard was right.

It was time for me to talk
to my father, man to man.

After all, musicians understand
these things.

I do not understand.

That has never happened
to anyone I've ever known.

Fourth chair?

You might as well play
from the parking lot!

I wasn't expecting
so many challenges.

I choked.

I'm disappointed in you, Dean.

Those were the words
I dreaded the most.

I'd rather he just spank me.

If you're choking at school,
how ever are you gonna play

in front of all those people
at the Fair?

I do not want to hear
any more excuses.

Tomorrow, after school,
you come straight to my office

so we can go through this piece,
note by note.

But tomorrow's Fair Day.
I'm supposed to meet my friends.

Well, you can forget about that.

The concert's the next day.

Is riding a bunch of dumb rides

gonna help you play
a packed house?

LILLIAN:
Bill!

All right, just have your narrow
behind in my office by 4:00.

♪♪

[screaming]

♪♪

Wow.

DEAN:
That's a long line.

How long do you guys
think it'll take?

At least an hour.
Maybe more.

I'm not leaving until I ride it.

Uh...I do got to meet my dad
at his office pretty soon.

Can't you skip practice --
just this once?

No, he definitely needs
to practice.

I mean, I played better
than him,

and I'm terrible, right?

But I'm too scared

to ride by myself.

Won't you ride with me?

My dad was gonna kill me,

but at least I'd have a smile
on my face in my coffin.

♪♪

I missed Daddy's time window,

so I thought it best
to have Mama walk me in.

I needed as many crime scene
witnesses as possible.

You okay?

I guess.

How did Dad react when Bruce
quit playing music?

Is that what you want to do?

Well, what happened?

You were so excited
about the solo

and the shirt and everything.

I just know that what I'm doing
isn't working,

and Dad doesn't want
any more excuses.

[saxophone plays]

♪♪

♪♪

Okay,

that's not bad.

You're definitely improving.

I'm sorry.

I know you wanted me to be
better prepared for today, but,

I haven't had much time
to practice.

Hey, don't be so hard
on yourself.

Why don't we work
on something easier.

I guess up until that point,
I'd always assumed my dad

couldn't help but be hard on me
all the time.

But now I was seeing
that it was a choice --

a choice that was making me
miserable,

and I just didn't get it.

Why?

♪♪

[sighs]

♪♪

[sighs]

Hey, honey.

I thought you were bringing Dean
by my office to practice.

Did something happen?

Well, not exactly.

Then where is he?

He's in his room,
waiting on you to come home.

But I just want to say,
before you go back there,

you might not want to be
so hard on him.

Why does everyone think
I'm hard on him?

I'm no harder on him

than my father was on me.

I push him because I care.

The boy needs to toughen up,
if he's ever gonna play

in front of big audiences.

Has Dean said
that's what he wants to do?

Has he ever had the choice
not to play?

Well, I assume
that's what he wants to do.

Eventually.
What else would he want?

If he's not playing
professionally,

then it's just
a waste of talent.

Well, let's just remember
he's 12.

[scoffs]
Oh, more excuses.

When I was 12, I was 20.

Have you ever thought
that maybe your frustration

about Dean wasting his talent is

because you feel like
you might be wasting yours?

What?

No.
This isn't about me.

This is about Dean.

Of course.

But I think a part of you
already knows

that you don't want
to take that tour

because you want tenure.

And maybe,

maybe, that's what's really
frustrating you.

Of course I'm frustrated.

The band's gonna be devastated.

But I can't risk losing tenure.

The stability that comes
with it, the benefits...

It's too important
to our family.

But that doesn't mean
I'm taking it out on Dean.

Or does it?

[hiss]
Maybe. I don't know.

Well, I hope you know that

we really appreciate
your sacrifices.

I really
appreciate your sacrifices.

♪♪

Maybe I should go
have a talk with him.

♪♪

♪♪

I know.

You're mad at me.

[sighs]

I was.

But that's not
why I'm here now.

You ready for tomorrow?

I'll go get my sax and practice.

Who said anything
about a saxophone?

♪♪

A nice-sized crowd showed up

for the school's
band performance.

♪♪

But it didn't much matter
to me.

Instead of sitting
in that band chair, terrified,

I was terrified
for another reason.

[screaming]

Turns out, my dad had decided
to stop being my teacher

and just be my dad.

Here we go!
Whoa!

♪♪

Hey!

♪♪

[bell rings]
Whoa! All right!

It wasn't
until I was a father myself

that I learned that sometimes
what's best for your kids

is for you to step out
of the way.

Private lessons usually last
about an hour.

All right.

That was tough on my dad.

So was telling his band that
they weren't going on tour.

Look, guys, I-I'm sorry.
I just can't do it.

What you mean,
you can't do it?

-I can't do it.
-Hey, Washboard --

Washboard, where are you going?

Where are you going?
-Hey, man --

Thankfully, my dad
could still focus

on teaching
his actual students.

And he was damn good with them.

[saxophone plays smoothly]

♪♪

And it turns out I wasn't
the only one in school band

who struggled under pressure.

[saxophone plays,
strikes off-key notes]

That's just something
you have to learn to deal with

in your own way.

But what I appreciate most

is that Daddy left the choice
of sticking with music,

or not, up to me.

Which is why
I still play today.

[saxophone plays]

♪♪

Yep, still got it.

♪♪

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