All language subtitles for Silent Witness 1985_Angel in Training

(ethereal music)

(majestic music)

(upbeat music)

(contemplative music)

(kids shouting in distance)

(basketball thudding)

(net rustling)

- Nothing, but net.

- How'd you do that?
- Do what?

- Make that shot with your eyes closed?

(net rustling)

I'd like to see you try that again.

(net rustling)
OK, eight apiece.

- [Desi] What?

- Eight, eight.

- Legget, why do you always do this.

That was six.

- That was eight.

- That was six.

If you paid better attention

maybe you'd get abetter grade in math.

- I got a C plus last quarter.

(both laughing)

- Isn't this sweet.

This is so sweet I'm getting
a cavity just standing here.

- Hey, Tyler, what's up?

- Sorry, Legs, I didn't mean
to interfere with anything

between you and Pokey here.

- Pokey?

- What's the matter?

Haven't you read the
latest issue of "Spycat?"

- No.

- Oh, it's great.

Spycat makes friends with
this girl named Pokey.

She's just about to blossom into a woman.

"Spycat" helps her with her training bra.

(boys laughing)

- Oh, no.

- Forget about her, Legs.

(bluesy jazz music)

- Dad!

Dad, how could you do this to me?

- What did I do now?

- Pokey, Pokey?

I'm the laughing stock of
the entire eighth grade.

Now everybody knows about you know.

- Honey, about what?

- Don't say it!

Just don't even say it.

(ethereal music)

- Is there anyway I can help?

- Desi, every girl goes
through this kind of a stage

and I just thought Spycat could offer

some helpful hints on the situation.

- Maybe we can find a way.

- But why didn't you ask me?

Now everybody's gonna call me Pokey.

Did you ever think about that?

(phone rings)

- I gotta get that.

- Fine.

- Desi!

Oh, "Spycat."

What?

Oh, hi, Peyton.

No, I haven't been jogging.

No, it's just Desi.

She's a little upset about
last week's "Spycat."

Yeah, I know.

It's a coming of age thing.

She's a little shy about developing.

What?

Really?

Wait a minute.

You're kidding, me?

Well, yeah, sure I'm
interested in meeting them.

Tell me more.

- [Tyler Voiceover] What's the matter?

Haven't you read the
latest issue of "Spycat?"

Oh, it's great.

Spycat makes friends with
this girl named Pokey.

She's a just about to
blossom into a woman.

Spycat helps her with her training bra.

(contemplative music)
(birds calling)

- Well, no that's great.

Well, tonight at six?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, sure.

No, no, no, no six is fine.

Yeah, all right, I'll see you then.

Bye bye.

- [Desi Voiceover] Now
everybody knows about you know.

- [Cameron Voiceover] Honey, about what?

- [Desi Voiceover] Don't say it!

Just don't even say it.

- 13 stinks.

I don't see how 14 can be much better.

(doorbell rings)

- Oh, no, not again.

(doorbell chiming)

- Oh, no.

- I'll get it.

Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt.

Here we go again.

- [Girl] Oh, and she was, like--

- I know, they were fake, they're fake.

Have you seen them?

All over it.

- Can you believe Rhonda
served hotdogs and hamburgers

at her birthday party?

- Like, hello, Earth to Rhonda.

- No kidding, like I'm having
Cannelloni from Vito's.

- Oh, really, is it fat free?

- Please.
(clears throat)

- The offer expires in 10 seconds.

- Anyway, as I was saying
did you see her face?

It was so--
- I know, it's like she--

- Good afternoon, ladies.

How was school?

- [Girl] Hi Mr. Brooks.

- Nice talking to you ladies.

- Oh my gosh, that is so gross.

- Oh, no, I could never do that.

I can't believe you actually saw her.

That is so gross.

But I told you, don't believe Alice.

- I swear, I never know what
those two are talking about.

They have a language all their own.

Like my father always said.

Children should be seen and not spoken to.

Think about it.

- Miss Morningside, can I
speak to you for a moment?

- Yes, Mr. Brooks?

- Well, I guess you know
things have been, well,

kind of rough around here
since my wife passed on,

well, I'm not sure how to say this.

You've been such a blessing for Desi,

but I don't know if I can afford you--

- Mr. Brooks, don't worry about me.

You can pay me when things work out.

- Oh, Miss Morningside I--

- I've said my peace and
that's all I'm gonna say.

There are some thing that are
more important than money,

like family.

Now, what do you want for lunch?

I've got a very nice brisket.

- With a glass of milk?

- Glass of milk coming up.

Oh, and one more thing, Mr. Brooks.

My father always told me,

it's always darkest right
after you turn out the light.

Think about it.

- What's this?

- It's an Vera Wang dress.

Don't you just love the sequins.

Desi, it's an invitation
to a birthday party.

- Birthday party?

- Not just any birthday party.

It's my birthday party.

- And I have exactly one week
to get this guy to notice me,

strike up a meaningful conversation,

begin a relationship and
then, ask him to the party.

I just don't have any margin for error

so please.

- Geez, Pleasance, get a grip.

It's just a birthday
party, not the playoffs.

- Just because you don't like boys--

- Breathe, breathe.

One, two, three.

See what you've done.

- You started it.

Why do you have to have
a boy-girl party anyway?

Why can't it just be us?

- That was last year.

Desi, darling, how can I say this to you

without hurting your little feelings?

Our birthday's may only be two days apart,

but in milestone's there is an
eon of difference between us.

I've grown out of all that nonsense.

- Nonsense, huh?

- Desi, sweetie, it's a
time to put down your toys

and become a woman.

It's a time to stop dribbling and dance.

Boys don't go with girls
who compete with them

at sweaty games.

- Gaynor, three weeks
ago you wouldn't go out

for intramural swimming because
we have to share the pool

with the boys team.

- That's exactly my point.

- What is?

- You are so naive.

Do you really think boys
let you play basketball

because you're good at it?

There'll be a band, no jeans,
no sneakers, no baseball caps.

And don't bring anything embarrassing.

No pink shirts, no teddy
bears, no ghost stories,

oh, and just one more thing.

You have to come with a boy.

No boy, no party.

Coming?

Pleasance, time to motivate.

Are we gonna the mall or not?

- Of course.

- Oh, yeah, and Desi, don't
forget to bring gifts.

I mean it is a birthday party after all.

Did you see Rhonda?

- [Pleasance] I know, but Alice.

- What have I gotten myself into now?

- [Pleasance] Can you believe her?

- I know, she wears this red cap,

that was like so five years ago.

- I know, that was,

she's been wearing that
for years and years.

- I know, she totally needs a change.

- Oh, definitely, she is so--

- We need to take her to the mall.

- That would be so cool.

- I know and let's get her a make over.

- Oh, that would be great.

- Oh, Miss Melanie,
it's very hard to be 14.

Remember?

- Yes, I do.

- And there's only so much
I can do from up here.

- Maybe this is a good time
to ask Peter for a favor.

You know he loved your hollyhocks.

They were the most
beautiful we've ever seen.

- Really?

I can hardly believe it.

They were my first you know.

For so many years I've gone with roses.

- Gabriel was truly delighted.

And Peter was beside himself.

And I think a tiny bit envious.

- So you think he might let me?

- I can't promise anything.

But you may have to share

all your gardening secrets with him.

- I sing to them.

- Sing to them.

- Lullabies.
(both giggling)

- Oh, I cannot wait to
see the look on his face

when I tell him that.

I'll see what I can do.

- Oh, thank you Miss Melanie.

Um, do you think there's anyway

we could kind of hurry it up?

- RJ.

(Melanie laughing)

- [Gaynor Voiceover] No
boy, no party, coming?

- Pokey here.

- [Gaynor Voiceover] Sweetie,

it's time to put down your
toys and become a woman.

(sultry music)

(contemplative music)

Do you really think boys let
you play basketball with them

because you're good at it?

(Legget laughs)

- [Desi Voiceover] Why
can't it just be us?

- [Gaynor Voiceover] Just
because you don't like boys.

(doorbell rings)

- Now what?

- I got it, I got it.

(sultry music)

Hello, Peyton.

- Cameron.

- Well, come in, come in.

How are you?

- I'm excellent.

Oh, Cameron, it's so
good to see you again.

- Well, likewise.

Whew, you look great.

- Don't I though?

It's a brand-new dress.

Italian.

- Uh, very nice.

Here, let me show you
next week's "Spycat."

- Oh, excellent.

- Over here.

- I'm honored.

You know I absolutely
adored last week's strip.

You know the one about Pokey.

- Really?

- So, this is where the magic takes place.

- Uh, yeah, I guess.

- No, I'm serious.

I really think your work strikes
a chord in today's youth.

I really think with my help

we can quadruplet its distribution.

- Yeah, well, I've never been very good

at presenting my work.

- Well you just leave that to me.

That's what I'm here for.

I'll wrap those distributors

around my little finger over drinks,

by dessert we'll be selling
"Spycat" in Venezuela.

- Wow.

I've always wanted to go to Caracas.

- Oh, no dear, we're
eating Pierre's a tonight.

- Right, Pierre's.

Hey, listen.

Make yourself comfortable.

I want you to meet someone.

- Hurry back.

(knocking on door)

- [Desi] Come in.

- Hey, Desi, I want you to come downstairs

and meet somebody.

- Who?
- My new agent.

Her name's Peyton.

Come on, I want you to meet her.

- Looks like your new agent's
out of luck tonight, Dad.

- What?

- Mmm, how quaint.

- Hey.

Come on, Desi.

Hey look.

I'm sorry for not asking you
about your, uh, well, you know.

But I really need you to come
down and meet my new agent.

She's got some great ideas about "Spycat."

She thinks it's gonna be huge.

Hey, she thinks it's gonna be so huge

that maybe we won't
have to sell the house.

Come on.

Gotcha!
( Desi laughing)

Come on.
- Stop!

- I should have known.

- Thanks, Desi, I owe you one.

- You owe me two.

- One.
- Two.

- One.
- Dad.

- OK, two.

Peyton, I want to
introduce you to someone.

Peyton, this is my--
- What an adorable little boy.

- No, Peyton, he is a she.

- What?

- This is Desi, my daughter.

I told you about her on the phone.

My little girl.

- Oh my goodness.

I'm so sorry.

I had no idea.

- Desi, hold on.

- Oh, Cameron, we really should go.

- But, but I have to talk to--

- No buts.

Desi will be just fine.

It's just a phase that we all go through.

Even I went through it.

- [Cameron] OK.

- I'm sorry if I hurt her feelings.

But you have to admit
it was kind of funny.

Anyway, I promise I
will make it up to her.

But right now we need to make you famous.

Here.

- Please tell me you're not buying this.

- All right, I guess you know what's best.

- Now you're talking turkey.

- It's a just been so hard since.

Well, since her mother passed away.

Sometimes I have no idea
what's going on with her.

- After tonight's meeting

you will have the hottest
publication on the market

and you'll be able to hire
the best child psychologist.

- What?

- Just kidding, darling.

No, seriously, Cam.

If you ever need any
help with your daughter

please don't be afraid to ask me.

As your new partner,
that's what I'm here for.

I'm here for you.

- Well, thanks, Peyton.

You know, I might just
take you up on that offer.

- Excellent.

Now, lets get down to business.

Cameron, do you have bats in here?

- Bats?

- Never mind.

Let's go.

- Desi, I'm leaving.

(melancholy music)

(Desi sobbing)

(papers rustling)

(ethereal music)

- Peter wants me to tell you good luck.

- Oh, Miss Melanie, thank you so much.

- You're welcome RJ.

But first we're gonna have to do something

about the way you look.

(magical twinkling)

(gentle music)

(pensive music)

(net rustling)

(net rustling)

- Three points, all net.

How's that, Brooks?

Hey, Desi.

Nice shot.

How about some one on one.

What do you say?

- I say, why don't you
go soak your head, Legs?

- [Legget] Oh, come on.

You're still not mad about yesterday.

- Yesterday?

What happened yesterday?

- [Legget] OK, fine.

If you're afraid to play me, I understand.

Sorry to bother you, Pokey.

- Do you really think by calling that

you're gonna bait me into
playing one on one with you?

- Absolutely.

- Winner's out.

Got to win by two.

- [Legget] Oh boy, you're going down hard.

- You better pinch yourself.

I think you're dreaming.

- Ha, ha.

Who's dreaming?

It's my out.

Who's dreaming?

- [Desi] Throw me the ball, Legs.

Who's going down?

- Yeah, yeah.

Come on, make your move.

Ow!

What the heck was that for, Brooks?

- What did you think
you were doing, Legget?

- Guarding.

- Yeah, well, you better watch it.

- What did I do?

(Desi sobbing)

(ethereal music)

- [RJ] Here, take it.

- You don't really want me

to blow my nose into this, do you?

- Sure, it's what hankies were made for.

It eases sneezes and clears tears.

- You're the only person I ever met

who really carried a handkerchief.

Except my mother.

Here, I just couldn't.

That's what sleeves are for.

Thanks, anyway.

- I was watching you guys play basketball.

Nice elbow.

I think you caught him a little off guard.

- Oh, me too.

I don't know what happened.

One second I felt like crying

and the next thing I knew my
elbow just flew into his eye.

- I don't think he does either.

- Lately my head will say one
thing and my body will ends up

doing something completely different.

- It's an emotional response.

Often triggered by sugar,
anger, or good looking boys.

- Legget?

Good looking?

- I thought he was kind of cute.

- Maybe, I never really
thought about it before.

- Uh-huh.

- OK, maybe a little bit.

For a blockhead.

Do you go to Memorial High?

I don't remember seeing you around.

- No, I'm kind of new here.

Well, sort of.

I used to live here.

- Oh, well things don't
change much around here.

- Oh, things rarely change.

But we do.

- Yeah, I know.

- I'm RJ.

- Destiny.

- Nice to know you, Desi.

- Well, I got to go.

Thanks.

Hey, how did you know
everybody calls me Desi?

(ethereal music)
(vocalizing)

(doorbell chiming)

- Yes?

- Oh, hi there.

Cam?
- Excuse me.

- Cameron.

- Lady you better start explaining.

You can't just walk in here--
- I know you're in there.

They went for it.

Spycat's going to be
syndicated nationwide.

- Syndication, Peyton, you're amazing!

- Oh, I agree, I agree, I agree!

- Oh, excuse me, Peyton.

This is Miss Morningside.

- Oh, we met, Cam.

- Charming.

- They want to start
with next week's strip.

- Next week's strip?

Well, that's no problem,
it's almost finished.

- Oh, excellent.

And I can't wait to tell
you about the changes.

- Changes?

- Oh, minor, small, tiny,
subtle shadings, you know?

- Well, Peyton, I don't
know about changes.

- Shh.

Nothing to worry about.

- Dad.

- Desi.

- Desi, what an interesting look.

- What happened to you?

- Nothing, I was shooting baskets.

I got into a little scuffle
with Legget, that's all.

- What, what do you mean scuffle?

- I elbowed him in the eye.

- Darling, that only
works in kindergarten.

If you want a boy's attention--

- I didn't want his attention.

I wanted to beat him.

- Desi, I don't want
you fighting with boys.

- It was an accident, Dad.

- Yeah, well, we'll talk about that later.

Peyton and I have some
business to discuss.

Now she's gonna be joining us for dinner

so why don't you go upstairs,

get cleaned up and look presentable.

- Oh, joy.

- Oh, I know you must
look perfectly adorable

when you want to.

- Yeah, adorable.

I'll see if I can find something pink.

Better yet, mesh.

- Desi.

Oh, I don't know, she's at that age.

Whatever that means.

- Maybe, I should have a talk with her.

You know, girl talk.

Maybe take her shopping.

- Oh, well, Peyton, I
couldn't ask you to do that.

- Oh, no, I'd love to.

Really.

- Oh, well, now that you mention it.

Maybe a female influence would be helpful.

- Great then.

Now, I'll go talk to Miss
Morningbreath about tonight's--

- Morningside, Miss Morningside.

- Right, right, Morningside.

I'll go talk to her about tonight's menu.

- Wait Peyton, I wanted to talk
to you about those changes.

- Oh, tomorrow, darling.

Tomorrow, I promise.

(Cameron stammering)

(contemplative music)

- Get used to it, honey.

Eventually it'll be an asset.

- Oh, Morningside, what am I gonna do.

Everything is so strange.

My friends are acting weird.

Legget looks at me like
I'm from another planet.

And I feel different.

- That's because you are different.

You're growing up.

- I don't Want to grow up.

- Oh, you will, dear.

Look how beautiful you are.

- How come I don't feel
so beautiful right now?

- Don't worry, you will, I promise.

- What do I do in the meantime?

- Destiny.

If you wanna see a rainbow,
you gotta put up with the rain.

(sultry music)

Can I help you with something?

- Yes, are those free-range chickens?

- Nope, they go for about $4 a pound.

- Right, it's a good thing
I caught you in time.

- In time for what?

- The menu for tonight's dinner.

I've offered to handle things

while Mr. Brooks is working
on some last minute changes.

- I have dinner planned.

- Oh, I'm sorry Miss, whatever.

But we're gonna have to cancel that.

- There's a 13 year old girl in this house

that's gonna turn up
her nose at this stuff.

Radicchio?

- Well, I think it's just about time

that Desi started behaving like an adult.

She cannot be adorable little
Desi there rest of her life.

And part of being an adult
is eating adult foods.

See the connection?

- Well, maybe I'm blind, because
I don't see any connection

between Radicchio and a 13 year old girl.

- I'm sorry.

Besides, everything on
that menu is 99% fat free.

- Sounds delicious.

- Dinner, promptly at eight.

- Connection, I'll show
you connection, blondie.

(cleaver pounding)

- Hey, Des, come here.

You know, I realize it's been a long time

since you've gone out
and bought anything new.

Your birthday's coming up

and Gaynor's party's in a few days.

- How do you know about Gaynor's party?

- Oh, I, uh, found the
invitation on the staircase.

It says you have to bring a boy?

Well, anyway, Peyton wants
to take you out shopping

as your birthday present.

She wants you to look nice for your party.

- How's Saturday?

- Well, great.

Hey look, take my credit
card, buy something pretty.

And have a great time.

OK?

- Shopping?

Buy something pretty?

(Desi sighing)

- Jake?

Mabel.

Listen, what in tarnation
is a free-range chicken?

And why in the Sam Hill
are they so expensive?

Yeah, yeah, right.

You mean to tell me they roam around free

and eat what they can find

and I have to pay more for
their bohemian lifestyle?

I don't know, Jake.

Sounds like a bum deal to me.

Yeah, Jake, listen, do me a favor.

Take two regular stupid chickens

and wrap them up in a free-range
package and send them over.

Yeah, Jake, like my father always said,

a chicken without feathers is still bald.

Think about it.

- OK, there's this girl in my class.

She thinks she's all a valley
girl, I think she really is.

But she.

- She thinks she is?

Oh my god.

- She's all, she said, I
don't accept that serve to me

when I was playing handball with her.

- Playing handball?

(talking over each other)

- [Girl] Valley girl
doing playing handball.

- I know, she goes, she goes.
- She's such a wannabe.

- She goes, "I don't accept that serve."

And I go "I don't care,
get off the court."

- You should go, I don't accept you.

Go I don't accept you.

(melancholy music)

- Desi?

Is everything OK?

- Yeah, Dad.

Everything's peachy.

- Well, if there was ever anything

that you wanna talk about.

- I'm fine, Dad.

- Yeah, hey, you know if
you'd feel more comfortable,

maybe you could talk to Peyton.

- Pass.

Just forget about it, Dad.

- You know, Desi, she's a very nice lady.

I wish you two could be friends.

- Why?
- Why?

Because we work together.

She's gonna be spending a lot of time

working with me on "Spycat."

Look, Desi.

With her help everything is gonna change.

We won't have to move out of this house.

It would be easier, more comfortable

if you two could just get along.

- Do you like her?

- Yes, of course.

- Do you think she's pretty.

- I, uh, I think she's very attractive.

- She's staying for dinner again?

- Possibly, if we work late.

Is that a problem?

- If that's what you want, Dad.

Why couldn't we just
stay that way forever?

- May I help you?

- I'm just looking.

- Perhaps if I knew what
you were looking for.

- I'm not exactly sure.

- I believe you'd be more comfortable

with the athletic store upstairs.

- Maybe you're right.

(gentle piano music)

- I like this one.

The diamond is exquisite.

- It looks good on you.

But then again, anything does.

- Oh, Derrick, you say
the sweetest things.

- Do you really think this
chump's gonna buy you this ring?

- I've got him wrapped around my finger.

Just like this.

- How much longer is this gonna take?

- Soon we're going to be rich.

Just as soon as I can convince Cameron

to change his insipid little cartoon

we will be rolling in dough.

I figure he'll ask me to
marry him within six months.

I'll divorce him within eight

and start collecting
alimony in Tahiti by nine.

(Peyton laughing)

- I love your mind.

- Now, if I can just figure out a way

to get rid of that bratty little kid.

- [Derrick] Come here.

(contemplative music)

(ethereal music)

- [RJ] Hi, Desi.

- Hi.

- I didn't see you at the park today.

- No, didn't feel much like basketball.

- I saw Legget at the basketball court.

He's got quite a shiner.

- I guess I should feel kind
of guilty about that, but.

- But you don't?

- I don't know what I feel.

I want to apologize,
but whenever I see him

I just feel like smacking him.

- I think boys have that same
effect on girls your age.

I know, I felt the same way.

- How old are you?

- What would you guess?

- 16 or 17.

- Good guess.

- You're so pretty I don't see why boys

wouldn't automatically like you.

- What makes you think
boys don't like you?

- Look at me.

- You should have seen me at your age.

I was taller than all the
other girls, all arms and legs.

All I had to do was look at French fries

and my skin would break out.

My hair was frizzy when it rained

and like a dishrag when it was hot.

I was clumsy, self-conscious,
nothing fit right.

And what's more, I was sure
boys were staring at me

for all the wrong reasons.

- But, it seems so easy
for Gaynor and Pleasance.

We used to be best friends,

but now all they like are clothes

and hanging out at the mall.

All they ever talk about are boys.

- Everyone has to come into
their own in their own time.

It's just their turn now.

Look.

Everyone has a perfect age
when everything changes.

You wake up one morning,

you look in the mirror
and you see the best you.

When everything has caught
up with everything else.

- I just can't believe that
I could ever be anything

like you and I just can't ever imagine

ever wanting to hang out at the mall.

- You don't have to like those things.

And you don't have to give
up the things you love.

Play basketball 'til you're a
hundred if it makes you happy.

- But it's a hard to imagine any boy

wanting to spend time with a point guard.

- If you're honest about who you are

people will start to see you as special.

Especially boys.

- My mother was very beautiful.

She always loved being
outdoors and riding bicycles.

Oh no.

- What?

- Peyton.

My father's agent.

- You don't like her?

- What's to like.

I keep wanting to scratch
off that plastic layer

to see what's underneath

but I'm afraid some gooey green monster

wearing bright pink
lipstick is gonna ooze out

all over the ground and ruin the lawn.

I think my father likes her.

I don't trust her.

I think she's up to something.

- Really?

(car alarm wailing)

(Peyton screams)

(girls laughing)

- Would you stay for dinner?

- Oh, I don't know.

- Please.

Come on, I always feel outnumbered.

At least there'd be someone to talk to

instead of watching my father and Peyton

make goo-goo eyes at each other.

- I'd love to.

- Great, let's go around back.

I'll show you my room.

- Now, this is what I came with.

This new character, per
your suggestions of course,

which were very imaginative.

Now, it's a just
preliminary you understand.

- They're fabulous.

Exactly what I had in mind.

Oh, I just love Dumb Dog.

- Yeah, well I guess I
kinda warmed up to the idea.

- I still think there's something missing.

- Missing?

I thought the addition of Dumb Dog was--

- I still think it needs something bold.

Something powerful.

Something je ne sais quois.

I've got it.
- What?

- Why don't you have
a panel showing Spycat

pushing Dumb Dog into a
gigantic cheese grater?

- A cheese grater?

- The distributors are gonna love it.

The eternal struggle
between cats and dogs.

Think about the conflict,
think about the triumph.

Think about the sales.

You're on the edge of greatness.

Children will be reading "Spycat"

from Los Angeles to New York.

We make a great team, Cameron.

- You think?

- I know.

(clears throat)

- Daddy, this is my friend RJ.

Can she please stay for dinner?

- Sure.

Nice to meet you RJ.

- Nice to meet you too, sir.

Ma'am.

- That's Peyton.

- Girls.

- And, uh, you are.

- Very funny, Dad.

I hope you have the same sense of humor

when report cards come out.

- Well, I was about to
say the same thing to you.

(phone rings)

You girls go ahead, I'll be right in.

No, go ahead with the
girls, I'll be right there.

"Spycat."

- Ah.

So, Desi, darling.

Disguising yourself as a girl

to avoid any further scuffle
with the opposite sex?

- You know, you have the
most beautiful blond hair

I've seen in a while.

- Why thank you, darling.

I do admit it is luxurious.

- Do you mind if I ask what shade that is?

- Oh, my dear, this is my natural color.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I saw the dark roots and
just assumed it was dyed.

Please forgive me.

- [Cameron] Well, sorry
to keep everyone waiting.

So, RJ, where are you from?

- My family's from all
over the Pacific Northwest,

but I grew up in Montana.

- Really, well, my wife,
Desi's mother was from Montana.

Actually, that's where
I met Regan, my wife.

She, uh was bicycling along a dirt road

and I was driving on my
way to a business meeting.

All of a sudden I hit this huge
mud puddle and blew a tire.

Well, it scared her so
much she fell off the bike.

She was all covered with mud.

And I went over to try to help her.

All I did was make it worse.

But before I could even
speak she looked up at me

with these big beautiful brown eyes.

I fell in love like that.

Oh, well.

(all laughing)

I guess got a little carried away.

Don't mean to bore you with old sentiment.

- Oh, I love hearing that story.

But Mom told a slightly different tale.

- Oh, I'm sure that's true.

- Will someone please
pass the mashed potatoes?

I don't see what's so
romantic about the mud.

(Peyton screaming)

(Peyton screaming)

Oh, my dress.

- My salad.

- A little dressing with that.

(Peyton screaming)

- Who did that?

Who did that?

- Would you like me to
get you some Club Soda?

(Peyton screaming)

- Peyton.

You guys, come on.

(all laughing)

- Like my father always said,

what goes around comes around

is better served up with mashed potatoes.

Think about it.

(girls laughing)
(Melanie chuckling)

(bell rings)

(bus rumbling)

- Desi, Desi, where have you been?

I've been calling you for three days.

- I've been around.

- I need you to give this to Tyler for me.

- Why me?

- Because I'm being coy, dummy.

- Hey, Desi.

Peyton wants to show me a condo she found.

You girls want to come?

- Condo, what condo?

- Is this your car?

Come on, Desi.

Let's go for a ride in the Jag.

Definitely, Mr. Brooks.

- OK, let's go.

- [Gaynor] Great car.

- Thanks.

Is this a fabulous view or what?

- Unbelievable.

- Cameron, look at this
perfect morning light.

And everyone who's anyone lives here.

- Looks great.

Can you afford this?

- Me?

- Wow, I think this is Greek marble.

Greek marble is the best.

My mom says so.

- Really?

- Look, darling.

It's partly furnished.

- You mean you want me to buy this place?

- Well, of course.

You need a place like
this to promote the image

of a successful artist.

An image I'm working so
very hard to build for you.

- Well, but, but, this place
doesn't even have a bedroom.

(Peyton laughs)

(bed booming)

- Voila.

You sleep here.

And they even have daily maid service

so you can get rid of Miss Morningface.

- Morningside.

And what about Desi.

- With the kind of money you'll be making

you can afford to send her
to the best private schools

in this country.

Or Switzerland.

- Switzerland?

- Come on, Desi.

Let's go check out the pool.

There might be some cute boys up there.

- No, I don't want to.

- Come on, Desi.

- Gaynor, can you just
hold off on chasing boys

for like two seconds.

- I'm just doing it for you.

You know, everyone's saying
how you can't find a boy

to take to my party.

Frankly, you're embarrassing me.

- Is that so?

- Come on.

- But Peyton, I can't take
Desi away from her school

and all of her friends.

- I told you not to say anything

'til you've seen the whole thing.

Wait 'til you see the bathroom.

Well, what do you think?

- Well, maybe living here
wouldn't be so bad after all.

- Wow, you can see the mall from here.

- I've never seen a pool on a roof before.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Are you moving in?

- No, but my friend here might be.

- You're kidding?

- No, really.

- Can your family afford it?

- My father's an artist.

- Artist's don't have any money.

- He does a comic strip called "Spycat."

Have you seen it?

- We don't read comics.

(bluesy jazz music)

(water splashing)

- Just think about the condo.

But don't take too long.

I have them at an advantage.

It's now a buyers market
with lower capital gains tax.

(jazzy piano music)

- Yeah, give me the meat department.

(humming)

Yeah, Jake, it's Mabel.

Give me four pounds ground round,

one pound bacon, lean.

Oh yeah, and another
one of those briskets.

Mr. Brooks really liked it.

Yeah, wrap it up and put it on my account.

Yeah, I know it's overdue.

How long have you been my butcher?

And you've always gotten paid haven't you?

Well, then wrap it up and
I'll see you this afternoon.

Oh, and remember, Jake, people
in need are people indeed.

Think about it.

(ball bouncing)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, that was traveling.

- Come on, Dad, they never
call traveling now days.

- Oh yeah, since when?

- [Desi] Since the last
time you played, maybe.

Get with it, Dad.

- [Cameron] Oh yeah.

(magical twinkling)

(net rustling)

- [Desi] Nice shot.

- [Cameron] My ball.

- New rules, Dad.

- Hey, hey, hey, no
way, my house, my rules.

So, what did you think about the condo?

Yeah, I thought so.

Probably think the same thing

about the new changes in "Spycat," huh?

Hey, come here.

I know I'm not any good at this.

Not like your mother would have been,

but you're a young woman now.

We can always talk.

I don't know, sometimes I,

I think you and I are drifting apart.

Hey, you know what?

I think I miss her laugh
more than anything.

No matter how badly I felt,
gosh I miss her laugh.

- I miss her singing.

- Oh, yeah, exactly.

Whenever we'd hear her sing,
it'd always cheer us up.

- I miss her, Dad.

(Cameron sighing)

- I do too.

Come on.

Hey, I love you, Des.

- I love you too, Daddy.

- Don't stay up too late, huh?

- OK, Daddy.

Daddy.
(contemplative music)

(phone rings)

- Hello, Brooks residence.

Yeah, who is this?

Jake the Butcher.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

You got the wrong number.

Think about it.

(insects chirping)

(contemplative piano music)

- Oh, no.

What do I do?

What do I do?

(Desi sighing)

No guts, no glory.

Hey, Tyler?

Tyler!

- Not now.

Can't you see, I'm trying
to school this little punk.

- Sorry.

Suit yourself.

Hey, Legget.

- Hey.

I don't think I want to
play with you anymore.

- I, I know, I'm really,
really sorry about your eye.

- Oh, that's OK.

You play tough.

- So have you heard about Gaynor's party?

- Yeah, Tyler told me about it.

He's pretty steamed Gaynor
hasn't asked him yet.

- No kidding.

So, um, you think, maybe, do
you think you might want to,

I mean.

- Hi, Perry.

- Hi, Pleasance.

- My mom said she'd take us to the party

if that's OK with you.

- Sure, whatever.

- Hi, Desi.

- Hi, Pleasance.

- Want to go to Eleven?

(car horn honks)

- I, I.

(horn honking)

I gotta go.

- Yeah, see you.

- I promised your father
I'd take you shopping.

Get in.

Listen, Desi.

I think we got off to a bad start.

So, let's just set the record straight.

I'm here to help your father.

He's on the verge of becoming
an incredible success.

Which is good for both me and you.

The only thing that stands
in the way of his success

is your approval.

He feels you're unhappy with the changes

going on in his life.

So, having said that, let
me put it to you this way.

Those changes will be made
with or without your help.

It might take longer, but the
end result will be the same.

I knew there was a smart little girl

hiding under that baseball cap someplace.

Now let's get that
shopping thing done with.

(bluesy rock music)

Hello, hello?

- Well, I hope you had fun

and I hope I still have credit left.

- We have transformed your
daughter into a fashion plate.

It was a rousing success.

Wasn't it, Desi?

- Yes.

- You may want to let this cool off

before you put it in your wallet.

- Well, if it makes Desi happy,
I'm sure it's well worth it.

- Happy?

Of course she's happy.

- Now may I please go upstairs?

- Yeah, sure.

- You've got some kid there.

Well, I'm off.

I've got a million things to do.

I'm putting in your bid on the condo.

I'll be back later for the unveiling.

I promised the girls I'd
drive them to the party

in the Jaguar.

Their friends will be green with envy.

Bye now!

- [RJ] Desi, Desi, are you there?

(contemplative music)

- Oh, come on up.

Just wait until I tell you about my plan.

The only thing I'm worried about

is if my dad would like
me better this way.

Sure seems to like Peyton the way she is.

- Your father is caught up in a place

that says you have to be a certain way

and act a certain way in
order to be successful.

He doesn't see things
the way they really are.

He means well.

And he really is only thinking of you.

But right now, all he can see
is the shine on the apple.

But you are gonna help him clear the fog.

And get a real good look at things to come

if they're left in certain hands.

If you know what I mean.

(tire hissing)

(Peyton groans)

(phone rings)

- Hello, Brooks residence.

Who's calling?

Clayton, oh, excuse me, Peyton.

One moment please.

- [Peyton] Cameron, Cameron?

- [Desi] Where are they?

- I don't know.

Miss Morningside?

Mr. Brooks.

Hold on a second, Desi.

Miss Morningside must
have gone to the market.

Oh, this might explain it.

(jazzy piano music)

- [Desi] What's going on?

- Desi, Peyton called, had a flat tire,

asked me to pick her up.

Sit tight, we'll be back very shortly

to give you a ride to
the party, love, Dad.

- Of course she calls my
father instead of a garage.

- Wait, I have an idea.

Do you have a camera?

- Yeah, in the closet.

- Say cheese.

- Cheese.

Let me write the note.

Great idea RJ, this ought to
shake things up a bit more.

- Oh, but where are you going?

- Well, I wouldn't go
to the party like this.

- Of course.

Let me help you.

- I think the number for the garage

is by the phone in the kitchen.

Just let me see if Desi's ready.

What?

"Daddy, wanted to surprise you

"with the new things Peyton
bought me, but it got late.

"So I hitched a ride to the party.

"I'll see you when I get
home but don't wait up.

Left a picture.

"Tell Peyton I said thanks.

Bye, for now, Desi."

Hitched a ride?

Don't wait up?

(dramatic music)

Peyton!

Peyton!

- What on earth are you screaming about?

- What have you done?

Are you out of your mind?

- Cameron, you're scaring me.

What are you talking about?

- This, I am talking about this!

- Oh, black really isn't her color.

(Cameron exclaiming)

Cameron, calm down.

You're raving.

Look, what's the problem?

For the first time in
her dreary little life

she's showing some promise.

- Desi is a 13 year old girl.

- Well, I happen to like those clothes.

- We are gonna find my baby girl

and you are gonna put her back
just the way you found her.

Do you understand me?

- She was gonna go with that boy, Legget.

Maybe she got a ride with him.

- A ride?

A boy?

She's with a boy and
she's dressed like this?

You!

Move!

- [Peyton] Cameron, please,

everything is going to be just fine.

(girls laughing)

- I think it worked.

- Your father sounded pretty upset.

- You think?

Wait, they went to
Gaynor's to look for me.

We have to find them before
he does something crazy.

- What is this?

(playful tone)

Good heavens, my baby!

(upbeat dance music)

♪ She's daddy's little girl ♪

♪ She's daddy's girl ♪

♪ She's 13 you know what it means ♪

♪ She's got a point to prove ♪

♪ She's got the sand to pull it off ♪

♪ She's got to make her move ♪

♪ A little tan, not quite enough ♪

♪ She can dance and sing ♪

- I'm gonna find this girl.

- Cameron, please, you're making a scene.

- Oh, yeah?

You haven't seen anything yet, hotpants.

There's the little squirt.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.
♪ She's daddy's little girl ♪

♪ She's daddy's little girl ♪
- This party is over!

- OK, if you say so, Mr. Brooks.

- Are you out of your mind?

- I, I don't know.

- You're not Desi.

- No, sir.

- Where's Desi?

- Just what do you think
you're doing, Brooks?

- Dad!

- Desi!

Hey!

Watch it!

- Daddy, Daddy!

Stop it, stop it!

You're ruining my party!

(men screaming)

(crowd laughing)
(playful music)

- Get me the police!

(Cameron screams)
(man laughing)

(pie squishing)

- Stop it, Daddy!

(all laughing)

- This is better than TV.

- Dad.

- What?

- [Mr. Martin] Hey, Brooks.

- What?
(pie splattering)

- Stop it, stop it!

- I saw that.

I saw that.

You get out of here, get out!

Out, oh!
(woman screaming)

Oh!

- Leave him alone.

(crowd laughing)

(woman screaming)

(cake splattering)
(Peyton screaming)

- My cake!

Somebody do something!

- Look at me!

My hair!

These are $300 shoes.

They're ruined!

(all laughs)

- My party!

- Bite me, will you!

(playful music)
(Peyton screams)

- I'm gonna sue somebody.

Anybody.

- Oh, shut up.

- What?

(pie splattering)
(Peyton screams)

(water splashing)
(all laughing)

Why, you.

They're designer.

(magical twinkling)

(water splashing)
(crowd laughing)

- [Cameron] Desi?

Desi?

- Des--
- Dad?

- Oh, thank God.

I saw the picture and you with the hat

then the pie and the cake.

Oh no.

(Peyton wailing)

- Hurry, officers.

Come on.

There's the man who ruined
my little girl's party.

Get him, get him.

Lock him up.

- Dad!
- Wait, wait!

Wait I can explain everything.

- Dad.

(all laughing)

- In the car.

- You can tell us all about it downtown.

- Meet me at home.

Bye.

(crowd laughing)

- [Peyton] Excuse me.

Will someone please help me out of here?

Hello?

Hello?

(upbeat dance music)

(vocalizing)

♪ She's daddy's little girl ♪

♪ She's daddy's girl ♪

♪ She's 13, you know what it means ♪

♪ She's got a point to prove ♪

(engine rumbling)

(Cameron groans)

- Gracias, amigo.

Adios.

- Adios?

What do you mean, adios, $10.

Adios.

(engine rumbling)

(gentle piano music)

- Daddy!

- Oh, hey, baby.

Boy, I really made a
mess of things didn't I?

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I was so worried about you.

It's all my fault.

- Hey, hey.

It's not your fault.

It's mine.

I had some time to think about things.

Next to a guy named Spider.

- Daddy.

Peyton didn't put me up to this.

I did it myself.

I'll apologize.

- Oh, hey, hey, hey.

It's all right, you
don't have to apologize.

Somewhere, sometime last night I,

I got a really good look at Peyton

and I didn't much like what I saw.

When I saw that picture of you

I saw Peyton rubbing off on our lives.

And I saw something I truly loved

being spoiled by some illusion.

You know what's even worse?

I got a real good picture of myself.

I liked that even less.

Hey, look, baby, I'm sorry.

I want you to be the beautiful
girl that you've always been.

I want you to be the best you possible.

Don't you change for anybody.

Come here.

You want to know something else.

I don't wanna change where we live.

And I don't want to change "Spycat."

I don't want anything to change.

- But, how are we gonna be--

- Hey.

You let me worry about the house.

I think you and me, we've got
to stick with what works, huh?

- Me do.

(Cameron chuckles)

- [RJ Voiceover] Dear, Destiny.

I'm sorry I couldn't stay for
your party, but I had to go.

You are your perfect age.

Everything will fall into place

and the world will start to
make a little more sense.

Believe in yourself,
trust in your own feelings

and remember that you are beautiful.

And special and very much loved.

You own that and no one can
ever take that away from you.

With all my heart, love RJ.

- Isn't this neat?

My mom wrapped it.

- Beautiful job.

Your mom's a regular artist.

- Hey, Brooks.

- Hey, Legget.

- You look really--

- Don't even go there.

Where's Dad?

- He just got an important phone call.

- Hey, guys, guys, great news!

You'll never guess what just happened.

I just got a call from a big
publishing house in New York.

They want "Spycat."

We're gonna be nationally syndicated

and we got our own comic book.

(all cheering)

- [Desi] Does that mean we don't--

- Yep.

We don't have to sell the house.

(camera clicking)

I just wish your mother could see you.

She'd be so proud of you.

- She can, Daddy.

She really can.

- OK, one more shot, all three of you.

Go on.

Ready, smile, say cheese.

- [All] Cheese!

- OK, this calls for a big celebration.

Come on!

(bright music)

- Here, here.

We're not brooding are we?

- No, not brooding.

Just thinking.

- You should be happy with
the way things turned out.

I think you did a wonderful job.

Although, you did take too many,

shall we say, heavenly liberties.

Don't worry.

It'll be our little secret.

I love the cake.

Nice touch.

- Thanks.

And thank you so much for
allowing me to help my family.

- It's just that it's
so hard to leave them.

To let go.

- You don't have to let go.

There's a part of you
that will always be there.

(gentle piano music)

♪ Pretty, little girl ♪

♪ Come and stand by me ♪

♪ Are you all alone ♪

♪ Do you want company ♪

♪ Pretty, little girl ♪

♪ Let me see you smile ♪

♪ Won't you come and
stay with me a while ♪

♪ Lonely, little girl ♪

♪ Please don't feel so strange ♪

♪ Soon the day will come
when your life will change ♪

♪ Pretty, little girl ♪

♪ Won't you walk my way ♪

♪ Let me help you wash your tears away ♪

- [RJ] Here, take it.

- You're the only person I ever met

who actually carried a handkerchief.

Except my mother.

♪ Pretty, little girl ♪

♪ Come and stand by me ♪

♪ Let me show you just how
real your dreams can be ♪

♪ Listen, little girl ♪

♪ If your heart is true ♪

♪ One day you will find the perfect ♪

♪ Lovely, little girl ♪

♪ On that special day ♪

♪ You will realize that
you have found your way ♪

♪ Pretty, little girl ♪

♪ What I say is true ♪

♪ I was once a little girl like you ♪

(vocalizing)

(bright upbeat music)

(energetic silly music)

(gentle piano music)

(ethereal tones)