All language subtitles for 美女與野獸一16-2

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.

Standby passengers on Flight 102

please report to the Worldwide
ticket counter.

What's an Aussie do in Kenya?

Runs photo safaris...

and hunts for a decent mug
of beer in his spare time.

Purpose of visit, Mr. Sanders?

Tourism.

Still looking for
that mug of beer.

Good luck.

Global Air paging Mr. Fortunato.

Mr. Fortunato, please proceed
to the white courtesy telephone.

...so the PD motions
for a dismissal

and we hear this loud
voice from the bench,

"Motion granted."

No one's more startled
than the judge, of course,

because he hasn't
heard a w... a word...

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to interrupt.

Catherine Chandler,
Jeff Radler.

Jeff's going
to be joining...

Trial division. Oh.
So I've been told.

Welcome to
New York.

Never underestimate
the power of the grapevine.

Joe tells me

you're as good
as they come...

and you have
an enormous crush on him

you're desperately
trying to keep secret.

Hey, wait a minute.
I didn't say that.

I finally managed
to get it under control.

I think I'm being framed.

So, uh... Joe tells me

we're gonna be
working together.

Jeff's taking over
the Ehringer appeal.

Ehringer?

Are you familiar
with the case?

No. Not yet.

Joe, what is this?

That brief is due on Friday.

Which is why I want you
to work with him on it.

Go over the file, Cathy.

Look, the subject's
not open for debate.

Just do it.

I brought the
Ehringer transcripts.

Sorry if I got
a little hot.

This one means a lot to me.

Oh, Joe told me.

You had to interview
all the victims.

Sit down.

Tell me about it.

I need to know.

Well, it broke my heart,
all those little girls.

The youngest one
was only four.

It's hard to believe that
anyone can be that vile,

until you have to sit
with the children

and listen to them
tell their stories.

When we put Ehringer away,

that was the moment that
I knew I belonged here,

and, if his conviction
is overturned,

I don' t know what I'll do.

It won't be.

We'll make sure of it--
you and me, together.

But I can't do it
without your help.

You got it.
Anything you need.

I'll take these back
to the hotel tonight

and look them over.

In the meantime,
it would be really helpful

if you could just give me
a brief summary

of the issues involved.

The first issue
is the admissibility

of the videotaped testimony.

They also claim
that the judge erred

in his instructions
to the jury.

Holloway's
notes on Ehringer.

Would you drop these off
on your way home?

Radler's hotel's just
a couple blocks from you.

Just when I thought I'd
made a clean getaway.

Jeff!

Jeff!

Holloway's notes.

They're incomplete, but they
still might be useful.

What's all this?

Looks like you made off
with half the law library.

Just going over
a few possible precedents

for the videotape issue.

There's an appellate case
in the 19th Circuit

that's right on point.

You might want
to have a look at that.

You must be mistaken.

There is no 19th Circuit.

These will prove
very useful.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Tell me.

There's a new man
in our office,

a trial attorney
named Jeff Radler.

Does that mean
anything to you?

Well, I think he knows
about your world.

I followed him
across the park

and he went
to the drainage tunnel

and straight to
the secret door,

and he uncovered

a name there--
your name.

Someone had scratched it
on the tunnel wall.

I'd almost forgotten.

I'm the one that wrote
that name there, Catherine.

I was only a boy.

It was the sort
of thing that boys do.

He was looking
for your name, Vincent.

He ran to the tunnel,

all the way across the park
from the carousel.

The carousel?

This man-- what
did he look like?

He's in his 30s, I guess.

Tall, dark hair, dark eyes.

And he has three deep scars
on his left cheek.

Who is he, Vincent?

Not now.

Not until I'm certain.

I'm sorry,
I'm running late.

I have to go see
a a man about an apartment.

How's it going?

Everything's
under control.

I'll see you tomorrow.

What's this?

You tell me.

The Ehringer case.

What, does Jeff got one of the
interns roughing out his brief?

No.

That's his own work.

So his first draft's
a little rough.

He threw it in
the trash, didn't he?

Maybe that's where it
should have stayed.

Come on, Cathy,
give him a break.

He's probably just
feeling pressure.

Five will get you ten
he's just nervous.

He's nervous, all right.

Hey, what's going on in there?

Let's go. Hurry up.
Let's get out of here.

Devin.

No one's called me
that for 20 years.

Oh, God, Vincent.

We thought you were...
Dead?

Well, you know what
Mark Twain said--

"The reports of my death have
been greatly exaggerated."

We searched for you
for weeks, months.

Father was afraid you were
lost in the maze.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

I just had to get out.

20 years is a long time.

I wasn't even sure
anybody would be... home.

I'll tell you, there's
been a few dark nights

when I thought I
imagined the whole thing.

The tunnels and...
the old man... you.

Especially you.

What are you doing here, anyway?

It's like you knew
I was going to be here.

Catherine saw you last night
at the carousel

and followed you here.

Catherine?

You mean Chandler,
from the D.A.'s office?

Small world.

So you have a helper
in the D.A.'s office.

Catherine is...

...more than a help.

Things change, I guess.

So... the old man...

is he...?

Father is well.

Let me take you to him.

I don't... think that would be
such a good idea.

The old man and I never got
along too well,

you know that.

After I left, I never set foot
in New York again.

I think I was scared
he'd know if I did,

come drag me
back down again.

Well...

you're here now.

So I am.

I've been having
these dreams lately.

About the tunnels.

Weird, isn't it?

I've been to Casablanca,
the Himalayas,

Paris, all over the world.

Everywhere south of Oz
and north of Shangri-La.

And I dream about
a hole in the ground.

That's not so weird...

when that hole in the ground
is home.

Ah, Vincent,
there you are.

Pascal said you'd gone above,
so we weren't expect...

Devin?

You've... you've changed.

It's been so long.

We thought, uh...

You know, after
all these years,

and never a word,

never a hint as to whether
you were alive

or dead.

Well, you're not exactly listed
in the phone book.

No, but you knew the
names of our helpers.

I mean, they could've
gotten a letter to me.

Would that have cost
you so much?

Have you any idea

of the pain...

and the grief
you have caused?

Father.

It was so sudden.

Such a shock.

I'm sorry if I've upset you
by not being dead.

Devin, please.

You know there is, uh...

so much I want to say.

So many questions
I'd like to...

I just don't know
where to begin.

How about, "It's nice to see
you, Devin"?

Or, "We missed you."

Those would've been
nice places to begin.

We have missed you.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah, I, uh...

Hell, I'm sorry.

This isn't easy.

Maybe we could just start over?

Yes.

Yes, Devin, I'd like that.

Well, now... come on.

Tell us where you've been,

what you've done.

Well, um, I'm currently an
attorney with the D.A.'s Office.

Rubbing elbows,

as it turns out,
with Vincent's friend.

An attorney, eh?

Well, that's
a considerable

achievement.

But then, Devin, I always knew,
even when you were a boy

that once you'd made up
your mind to apply yourself,

you would do great things.

You must have studied very hard.

I'm working on that part.

Last month, I was in Kenya.

Derek Sanders, mate.

Pleased to meet you.

Ran photo safaris.

It was fun.

The land is gorgeous, and you
meet some interesting women.

And before that,
I was a monk

in Tibet.

Shaved my head,
got in touch

with my spiritual side.

It was tranquil.

Hell, I've been just about
everything by now.

A respected professor,

a knife-thrower
in a carnie,

decorated soldier,
a famous chef, a...

...a doctor.

I delivered a baby, Father.

There were complications.

I had to perform a Caesarian.

I-I was terrified,
but I didn't let it show.

Uh, j-just a minute.

I mean, the procedure
you've described is...

is major surgery.

Have you had any
medical training?

I had some medical books.

Oh, you had some
medical b--

Well, that's
fine, isn't it?

You... had... some...
medical... books.

Do you realize the risks you
put this poor woman through?

Infection, internal
hemorrhage...

You were completely
irresponsible.

You're the oldest
of the boys.

The others all
listen to you.

Vincent looks
up to you.

Now, maybe you don't care

what happens to you,
but what about him?

Hmm?

Suppose he'd been hurt
or caught up there.

You risked his life
and for what?

So that you could have a
ride on a merry-go-round.

You might've lost that woman

or the baby or both!

But I didn't.

Which is more than
you can say, isn't it?

You and all of your
"medical knowledge"

couldn't save my mother
from dying in childbirth!

Devin.

You, too?

Fine.

I don't care.

I told you this
was a mistake.

I'll find my own way out.

No, Devin, don't, please.

Devin, come back here.

Devin?

Please.

That was his
pain talking...

not his heart.

I did not.

You did so!

I did not; it wasn't me.

Liar-- it was so you.

It's always you.

I hate you.

I hate you, I hate you.

You startled me.

I thought you
might come here.

I guess you would.

My scars

and my old clasp knife?

That's all I took with me
when I left this place.

Gotta have something
you can count on.

Right?

The old man, is he all right?

You and Father were always
so hard on each other.

I'm well into my 30s, Vincent.

I walked into that chamber,
and I was 14 again.

Maybe it's because
of my mother,

because he couldn't
save her.

Maybe that's why he's
been so hard on me
all these years.

He sees me... and he
remembers that failure.

You won't come back?

Maybe in another
20 years.

That baby I delivered?

He's doing fine...
him and his mother both.

They named him
after me, Vincent.

Harvey.

That's the name I was
going by at the time,

so they named
the baby Harvey.

Father will not speak of it,

although I can sense
how troubled he is.

And Devin.

With all the places he's been
and all the lives he's led,

he still seems lost.

Father is right, you know.

Your friend is irresponsible.

This charade of
his may end up

putting a monster back on the
street to molest little girls.

Devin would never allow that
to happen; I know him.

You knew the boy he was
many years ago.

You don't know the man
he's grown into.

I know his heart.

I'm sorry, Vincent,
I can't allow this to go on.

There's too much at stake.

We were going to build
a raft together.

Huck and Jim
on the Mississippi.

I had other friends,
others who grew up with me

in the tunnels, but Devin...

Devin was the only one who...

was irresponsible enough...

to dream dreams...

that included me.

Years after he left,
I would still hear his voice

in the whispering gallery,

see his face reflected
in the mirror pool.

And when I would turn...

he would be gone.

If you expose him, Catherine,

he'll be gone again.

I'm sorry, Vincent...
but I have no choice.

Good morning, Jeff.

Or should I say Devin?

Doesn't matter.

I answer to just about anything.

Did Vincent tell you?

I'm not going to have you
arrested.

I know what that would do
to Vincent and to Father.

But I want you off the Ehringer
case and out of this office.

I appreciate that.

You give me the rest of the day
to sort this out

and figure out
what I'm going to tell Moreno,

I'll be out of your life
by night.

I can live with that.

Tell me one thing.

I'm charming, intelligent,
and hardworking.

So why?

Is that what you
want to know?

I never figured out what I
wanted to be when I grew up.

She will not
expose him, but...

he has agreed to resign.

Yes, well, I suppose
it's for the best.

The best?

How can you say that?

Not easily,
I assure you.

Some relationships
can only bring us pain,

no matter how much
we wish otherwise.

You loved Devin as a
brother, I know that.

I loved him, too, and
yet he left both of us

for over 20 years without
so much as a good-bye.

And last night you made sure
he would leave again.

You blame me?

I blame both of you.

How could you be
so hard on him?

If I was hard on
him as a child,

it was for his own good.

His little escapades
endangered not only himself

but all the other children...
especially you.

I know what happened
that night at the carousel,

and I know why it happened.

You don't know anything

about what happened that night!

For as far back
as I can remember,

you were always harder
on Devin than on anyone else.

Oh, Vincent,

please, I swear to you,

I've always tried to be fair.

No one knows better than I
how hard you tried...

and how well
you succeeded.

You were a father
not only to me,

but to anyone
who needed one.

You were always there for
more children than I can name,

but not for Devin.

Why, Father?

How could you shut him out
when he needed you so?

Oh, dear God, have I really?

It was a year...

...after I lost everything:

my work, my good name,
and the woman I loved.

And my home...

I think I might've...
frozen to death that winter

if it hadn't been
for her-- Grace.

She told me
about the tunnels,

showed me the way
down here,

and slowly...
I began to live again.

Grace was Devin's mother.

She was a good woman...

a little older than myself.

Not an educated woman,
but, uh...

...with her own wisdom,

and a kind heart.

One night...

...she died,
giving birth to him.

And afterwards, I, uh,

I didn't want to set him
apart from the others...

Besides, I always intended
to tell him.

Later.

I had you to consider, as well.

Devin is your son?

Hold on.

May I come in?

Running away again?

I prefer to think of it

as a strategic retreat,
one step ahead of the law.

No one's asking you
to leave New York.

Why the sudden concern?

You didn't seem to be
all that worried this morning

about my future.

Because I know how much
you mean to Vincent

and how much it would
hurt him to lose you again.

Vincent.

Why does it always
come down to Vincent

and how I'm going to hurt him?

Like at the carousel that night,
when you almost got him killed?

What the hell do you know
about the carousel?

Why don't you come with me?

Maybe it's time you heard
what really happened.

What are you doing?

Nothing I haven't
done before.

This all started with me
wanting a knife.

Father said, "No,
knives weren't toys.

They were dangerous
and someone might get hurt."

I scrounged for bottles...

and saved my nickels,
and I bought one, anyway.

Someone told Father.

I thought Vincent had squealed.

I found out later
it was somebody else...

...a boy named Mitch.

But, by then, it was too late.

Father had already
taken away my knife...

...and I tried to
take it out on Vincent.

We fought.

I lost.

Father was angry with me
for fighting.

So, one night,
a few days later...

...we came here.

Me and Vincent and a few others.

But it was my idea.

I pushed them into it
and it worked like a charm.

- Come on, Devin.
- Hurry up.

We don't want to get caught.

Hurry up, what's
taking you so long?

Hey, Vincent,
this is great!

Oh, wow!

But something
went wrong.

Hey! What's going on in there?

Come on, run for it!

Wait! Let's get out of here!

Hey! Come back here!

Halt!

Hold it right there now!
Don't you move!

Vincent, come on!

You saved him.

After he saved me.

Did Father ever
know what happened?

Some of it.

I left out the
worst parts.

Still, Father
heard enough.

You risked his life.

And for what,

so that you could have a
ride on a merry-go-round.

Or maybe
you did it deliberately.

Devin, was that it?

You seem to take a perverse
pleasure in defying me

and exposing Vincent to danger.

Did you want him to get caught?

Was that it?

Was that your way of getting
back at him for your fight?

Yes, I wanted him to get caught.

I hate him!

He's a little freak
and I hate him!

I can't even say
he was all wrong.

There were times...

But not this time.

Merry-go-rounds
are for babies.

And if we wanted to go,

why don't we just
do it when it's open.

Vincent can't go
during the day.

Vincent's never been
on a merry-go-round.

Look, are you going to help,
or are you chicken?

- I felt so bad about blaming
- Vincent for the knife

that I wanted to do something
special for him.

Why didn't you ever
tell Father the truth?

I don't know.

Maybe pride... or...

Or maybe...

...because we never learned
how to talk to each other.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Listening... learning.

It's a little late
for that, old man.

It's only late if
you want it to be.

I think I've been set up.

What is this
supposed to accomplish?

Perhaps nothing.

Perhaps it'll make you
hate me even more.

But, whatever happens,

I think you deserve to know
the truth, Devin...

...my son.

My real name
is Jacob Wells.

I first met your mother...

When I got your message,
I tried the office first...

...and I found this
on my desk.

The brief.

How is it?

It's rough in spots,

and the language
isn't really turgid enough...

but I think it'll keep Ehringer
in prison

for a long time.

Look at this.

"Yes, I'm a fraud."

"But I'm a good fraud."

Do you think he'll stay?

No, not for long.

Even as a child,
he dreamed of mountains...

and raging seas and palaces
shining golden in the sun.

But now...

no matter where he goes,

he has a place
to come home to.

And what will your
destination be today, sir?

What about, uh, Alaska?

We have a seat on the
3:15 flight to Anchorage.

Good.

Name?

Wells.

Devin Wells.