Melrose Place s03e03 Episode Script

Remember me? Mmm.
I don't know.
You saved my life, and I've been trying to repay you ever since, in all sorts of imaginative ways.
It's starting to come back to me.
Oh, too bad.
I was all ready to give you a refresher course.
You know Brittany, the last couple of days have been really terrific, but it's not exactly what I had planned.
Life is full of surprises, Jake.
That's what makes it so fascinating.
Yeah, well This is one surprise that's suffering from a case of bad timing.
So, before things go any further, I think it's best that I run out and get us some croissants from this bakery I spotted in the marina.
Then we can discuss this dilemma of yours.
What took you so long? I've been waiting an hour.
Loverboy sleeps late.
When can I get on the boat? I'll let you know, okay? It's not gonna be as easy as you think.
It seems as though I've already overstayed my welcome.
Keep him entertained, darling.
Believe me, Palmer, that would be my pleasure.
But, you're wrong about Jake.
He's not so easily manipulated.
But, I sure am having a nice time trying.
Looks like an angel.
An angel.
Yeah, a beautiful angel.
Sydney, that's what you said about the last three.
Fine.
It looks like, uh, a field of flowers or maybe a beautiful sunrise.
Is that what you really see? Am I disappointing you, doctor? Am I not scoring big on your loony curve? I just want your best answer.
Well, I don't have to give you crap, because I'm perfectly sane.
Well, that's really too bad for you, then, Sydney, because the courts don't look too kindly upon sane girls who try to run over their spouses.
I told you, I was framed.
And when this all comes out, I'm gonna put you out of business, Doctor, you and this entire stinking snake pit, for what you're doing to me.
What kind of lies are you writing about me now, huh? Let me see that.
Sydney! Calm down, please.
Otherwise, the next time we're together, I'm gonna have to insist that you're strapped to your chair.
I am not crazy.
But you're driving me crazy, do you understand? You are driving me out of my mind, all of you! And you won't get away with it.
I won't let you get away with it.
Now, Sydney, I just want to help.
No oh, please! What the hell took you so long? You've got to believe me, Doctor, I'm innocent.
I'm innocent, don't you understand? Yes, of course you are, dear.
See to it that she gets And the next time I see this girl, she better be properly restrained.
Help me, please.
You don't understand, this is a mistake.
I don't belong here.
Please, come on, somebody help me! Help me! Please, won't somebody help me? Hello? Uh, am I interrupting? Uh, no, no.
Come on in, Kimberly, we were just wrapping up.
Hello, sweetheart.
Hi.
Dr.
Lewis here says I'm fine.
There's no sign of injury to the brain.
Thank God! This much I do know, Doc.
I'm very lucky to have a woman like Kimberly in my life.
Yes, you are, Michael.
Now, if you would excuse us a moment, I need to have a word with Kimberly, concerning a mutual patient.
Sure, of course, I'll wait for you outside.
Oh, I'll be right out, darling, wait right by the door.
I just get so worried, Doctor, that I'll take my eye off him, he'll turn a corner and disappear forever.
Really, Dr.
Shaw, despite his temporary loss of memory, Michael is a grown man, he's not a child.
What do you mean, temporary? Is there still some chance he could regain his memory? Absolutely, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
Whenever possible, I'd like you to take Michael to familiar places.
Cook his favorite foods, play his favorite songs.
Any kind of sensory stimuli can trigger a recurrence of memory.
Of course, Doctor, I understand.
I promise, I'll do everything I can.
Michael, I have some wonderful news.
What is it, sweetheart? I am putting in for a transfer.
I want to take you somewhere far away from all of these terrible memories, somewhere we can both start over, together.
That looks great.
Mary, can you take a couple inches off the bottom? Excuse me.
May I steal her for a moment? Hey, I wasn't expecting you today.
Yes, well, unfortunately, uh I'm the bearer of bad news.
What's up? My boss wants to cancel the deal unless we can get Michael's signature on the contracts by the end of business tomorrow.
Great.
From what I understand, mentally, he's completely incapacitated.
Does anyone have power of attorney? I don't know.
Kimberly, maybe, but she'll be no help.
Look, Jane, unless we get Michael's signature, my company will have to move on.
Sure, I understand.
But, that doesn't mean that I plan on moving on from you, if that's okay.
It's nice to know I'm getting something out of the deal.
You bet.
Now, tell me, what's your policy regarding kissing at the office? Extremely progressive.
I was hoping you'd say that.
Amanda? I'm back.
So I see.
I came straight from the airport, truth is I couldn't wait to get back to work.
Things went well, I hope.
Yeah, they did.
For once, you gave me some good advice.
I mean, dealing with my dad, getting it all out in the open, it's freed me emotionally.
I feel incredibly vulnerable, but at least I've come to terms with the truth.
That's great.
I'm sure your shrink will be fascinated with the details.
But purely on a selfish level, I'm just glad to have you up and functioning again.
Thank you.
Now, I've got some news I think you're gonna enjoy.
What's that? Thanks to Billy, and indirectly thanks to you, D&D has landed the Escapade Magazine account.
That's fantastic.
How did this happen? Billy went out on a limb, letting us in on privileged information, even going as far as to helping me write the proposal.
I had no idea.
And here's the truly astounding part.
Bruce was so impressed with Billy's work, that he offered him a job at D&D as a senior copywriter.
He must have been flattered.
Well, flattered enough to say yes.
With the money Bruce was offering him, he would have been a fool not to.
Wait a second, Billy is working here at D&D? Since yesterday, and already, the buzz on him is incredible.
Advertising's his forte, Alison, and the best part is now the two of you can be together 24 hours a day.
Excuse me, won't you? Sure.
Well, what a surprise.
Alison, when did you get back? Just now.
I came to work straight from the airport.
Is everything okay? Yeah.
In a way it is, or at least was until I arrived at work to discover you'd accepted a job at D&D.
Billy, how could you do this without even talking to me? I did it because while trying to help you land the Escapade account, Nancy hires D&D and fires me.
Wait.
You didn't do this for me.
You did this for Amanda.
No, I did it for you, because Amanda assured me that you would get the credit for bringing it in.
But instead, you landed a high-paying senior copywriter's position at my company? Don't you realize how awkward this is gonna be, for both of us? No, awkward for me is standing in an unemployment line.
Would you keep your voice down? This is just what I'm talking about.
No, I'm not gonna keep my voice down.
I'm tired of standing quietly on the sidelines like some patient lovesick puppy while you try and sort out a lifetime of emotional baggage.
Alison, I'm sorry for what happened to you.
I'm sorry for what you had to go through, and most of all, I'm sorry about us.
I've done everything I can to be there for you, at the expense of myself.
But, for now on, I gotta look out for number one, because I got problems, too.
Believe it or not, you happen to be the root cause of most of them.
Good luck in your new job.
Hello? Matt, it's Sydney.
Sydney, what? Where are you? They've got me locked up in some kinda loony bin, trying to squeeze a confession out of me.
Matt, you've gotta believe me, I'm innocent.
Kimberly ran over Michael and set me up.
Look, Sydney, I'd love to believe you, really, I would, but Please, Matt, I swear to God it's true.
I didn't do it.
No, let go of me.
You bastard! Sydney? Sydney? Turning in early, huh? Yeah, it's been a pretty exhausting week.
Today was no picnic.
Yeah, for me, either.
So, how did everything go in Wisconsin? Uh, let's see Meredith got cold feet and bailed on me, and my lawyer told me I had no case without her.
But, finally, my dad admitted everything, in front of my mother.
Just hearing the truth was enough.
I realize, it's time to try to put this behind me and get on with my life.
I'm sorry about this morning.
Yeah.
Me, too.
Good night, Billy.
Yeah.
Good night.
Who is it? Marilyn and Dennis Carter.
Reed's parents? Mr.
and Mrs.
Carter.
Could we, uh, come in? Um What can I do for you? We're so sorry for the intrusion, but your address was on some court papers pertaining to Reed's death.
We wanted to call, but, uh, you're not in the book.
Mm-hmm.
We just came down to visit Reed's grave and we were wondering Since I know how close the two of you were before the incident If perhaps you had some pictures or some mementos of our son? Gee, I I don't know.
I don't, um, I don't think I do.
Anything would do.
Of course.
Um, I will look.
Jo.
I realize how awkward this is for all of us.
But Dennis and I have thought and prayed hard for answers.
What we've come to accept is that we did our best to raise our son, but ultimately, only he can take responsibility for his actions.
But, you must understand, despite what he's done, we do still love him.
Of course you do.
We're staying at the Western Regis hotel, if you want to get in touch with us, and, Jo? I deeply apologize for what my son put you through.
Good night.
Good night.
I'm telling you, Jane, I was ready to hang up on her.
It's just, there was something in her voice that actually sounded sincere.
I know you mean well, Matt, but please stay out of this.
Sydney is a sick woman, don't you know that by now? Jane, I have more reason to be suspicious of Sydney than you do.
Can't you even just consider this? It just doesn't make sense.
I mean, for whatever reasons, known only to her, Kimberly loves Michael, and my sister is a notorious liar.
It's too bad we just can't ask Michael who did it.
Well, maybe I will.
I'm gonna go visit him this afternoon.
Uh, you're gonna go visit Michael? Mm-hmm, I have some papers that I need him to sign regarding our business.
He's not gonna know who you are, Jane.
Really, it's that bad? You're not even gonna make it through the front door.
At least he recognizes me from the hospital.
What do you have in mind, Matt? Do you want me to bring you along, so you can play detective? Someone's gonna have to introduce you to your ex-husband.
Well, come along if you want, but I think you're wasting your time.
Sydney did it, no one else is crazy enough.
Thank you.
This really means a lot to us.
My pleasure.
Ah.
It was the drugs that made him behave the way he did.
Because he wrote us, Jo, about how he felt about you.
Did he? Oh, I think you were the love of his young life.
Yes, well, there you are.
Um, that's all I have of him, and you're welcome to it.
Thank you, Jo.
Goodbye.
So, how far along are you, dear? About six months.
And, is it my son's? No, it's mine.
Oh, of course it is, dear.
I guess I was just hoping that if by some miracle it was Reed's, it would give us the chance to turn all this grief over our son into love for a grandchild.
A foolish fantasy, I guess.
Well, I wasn't gonna say anything, because, frankly, after everything that's happened, I feel it's nobody's business but my own.
But, yes, this child was conceived with Reed.
Oh, Jo, God bless you for sharing this with us.
You have no idea how much solace this brings.
I feel kind of awkward.
I'm not sure what kind of role you'll be able to play in my baby's life.
Well, that's up to you, Jo.
Whatever you decide, we'll respect your decision.
Thank you.
You're so smart and so strong, Jo.
I hope this baby grows up to be just like you.
Please, keep in touch.
You have our number.
I'll try.
I really will.
Goodbye.
Who is it? Michael, it's Matt, from the hospital.
Look, I'm sorry, but Kimberly asked me not to let anybody in the house while she's gone.
Who's she? Hi, Michael, I'm Jane.
I was your wife.
I I was married to you? Yes, we were married.
Now please, won't you let us in? I have something that I need to talk to you about, it's very important.
Oh, sure, sure.
Come on in.
Thanks to Billy, Escapade is on the hook.
Now, we need to devise the kind of campaign that would distinguish them from the pack of urban magazines.
That's gonna be tough.
Escapade is a very generic publication.
Generic? What's that supposed to mean? It doesn't have a strong identity.
That's funny, you never seemed to think that before.
But, then again, you've been changing your mind about a lot of things lately.
I can't speak for your personal relationship, but when it comes to business, Alison's never been afraid to put her feelings on the table, whether they're popular or not.
Yeah, that's fine, as long as you're honest about what you're feeling.
Billy, don't make this about us.
I'm just trying to do what's best for the account.
Fine, since apparently, that's all you care about.
That's a lie, and you know it.
No, you're a liar and a coward, because you don't have the guts to admit that our relationship is dead, and you killed it.
I think I'll just leave you two to hash this one out.
How can you be so unprofessional? Can't we talk about this at home? Home? What's that? Great.
You wanna have it out? Let's have it out.
Please, I'd love a dose of that brutal honesty you're so famous for around here.
You want quick and easy answers to complex situations, and you're not always gonna get 'em.
You're immature.
And you're selfish.
Probably the most selfish person I've ever met in my life.
What do you wanna do about it? I'll tell you what I'm not gonna do, I'm not gonna sit around here pining for you until you decide maybe you wanna start loving me again.
Billy, I never stopped loving you.
Oh, give me a break.
You know, I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life playing these games.
Billy, I'm sorry for what happened.
But, I can't do anything more than I'm doing.
Well, then now is not the time for us to be together.
Okay, then.
You had the apartment first.
So I'll move out.
All right.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Excuse me.
I don't understand how I could've cheated on such an incredibly beautiful woman.
I must've been out of my mind.
Do you really mean to tell me you don't remember anything about this? Nothing.
And the way Kimberly describes it, um, you were some kind of backbiting shrew from whom I was lucky to escape with my, um, reproductive organs intact.
But, I don't share her impression of you at all.
Thank you.
In fact, just being around you fills me with the most wonderfully warm feelings.
It's like, for the first time, I have a sense of myself.
We had some good times together, didn't we, Jane? Yeah, we did.
But, somehow I destroyed all that.
Yes, you did.
Well, for whatever pain I caused you, I'm sorry, from the bottom of my heart.
I wish there was some way I could make it up to you.
Well, actually, there is something you could do.
I'm a clothing designer, Michael, and you're a partner in my company.
Really? Oh, that's great! Right before the accident, you were planning to sign these papers, granting permission to sell a portion of your stake in the firm to a department store chain that will be giving us a large infusion of capital.
Jane, that's fantastic.
I didn't want bother you while you were feeling ill, but if you don't sign these papers today, the deal's off.
No problem.
Where's a pen? I happen to have one right here.
Is that it? Yeah, that'll do it.
Okay.
Great.
Um, Jane? Tell me, um, if you don't remember the past, does it still count? Yeah, Michael, it does, unfortunately, for those who do.
I must've really hurt you, didn't I? Yes, you did.
Terribly.
If only I could remember something.
Anything.
It's all right, you'll be fine, you'll go on.
You know, for the first time in years, I think I see the man I married.
Ticklish eyelids.
What? I remember.
You have ticklish eyelids.
Yeah.
I used to kiss them and make you laugh.
Like this.
Stop, it tickles.
What the hell is going on here? Oh.
What are you doing here? I just came to visit Michael.
Get out.
Kimberly, there's really no need.
Michael, trust me.
I don't know what Jane told you, but she is a two-faced devious bitch, who was probably in cahoots with her sister to try to have you killed.
That's a lie, Michael.
Jane, let's go.
Matt! Didn't I expressly forbid you from coming anywhere near this house? You know, you two ought to be ashamed of yourselves, taking advantage of a sick and helpless man.
Now leave, both of you, before I get pissed.
Bye, Michael, get well soon.
Feel better, buddy.
Jane.
Set foot on this property again, I'll have you arrested for trespassing.
Understand? Perfectly.
By the way, Kimberly, I guess you didn't make much of an impression.
Seems to me, the only thing in the world Michael can remember is how much he once loved me.
Housekeeping is not exactly my forte, but I think I did a pretty good job.
Number one, it's boat maintenance, not housekeeping.
And number two, it's what's covering your room and board, at least for the moment.
Gee, and I thought I was more to you than just an indentured servant.
You are, you're one hell of a good first mate.
You know, um, all this swabbing of the deck has made me very sleepy.
Come on.
Brittany I'm gonna spend tonight back at my apartment.
That doesn't sound like an invitation.
It's not.
You know, when I fished you out of the water, I told you, you could spend a couple of days here, that's it.
I didn't know how I would feel about you.
You're a beautiful woman, I'm flattered.
But it ends here, tonight.
I'm sorry.
But, my husband.
He'll come I sympathize with you, you know, but I can't turn my boat or my life into a halfway house for unhappy wives on the run.
You understand.
That you have an unbelievable fear of intimacy.
It's pretty self-evident.
That's not gonna work, either.
Good luck, Brittany.
You're gonna be fine.
You know, just, uh make sure the next rich husband doesn't have such a nasty temper.
Okay, Jake, just give me a couple more days, just just to find No.
Bye, Brittany.
Well, to signed contracts.
Here, here.
Jane, you frighten me.
I had no idea you were so devious.
Well, with relatives like mine, you have no choice.
I do feel a little guilty, though.
It's like Michael has changed so much.
He lost his mean streak with his memory.
Jane, he has no right to control half of your business in the first place, let alone stand in the way of your success.
From everything you've told me, he's a contemptible cretin.
He deserves whatever he gets.
That's true, but I Excuse me.
Hello.
Mm-hmm.
I see, but I don't think she's gonna agree to that.
No, no.
If you can make that happen, of course I'll cooperate.
Really? Well, I'll do the best I can.
I'll go visit her tomorrow.
All right, thanks for your help.
Who's that? Sydney's lawyer.
They struck a deal with the D.
A.
's office.
If Sydney will confess, they'll plead temporary insanity.
And he said he could arrange a work-release program with psychiatric probation.
That is, if I supply the job.
What did you tell him? Well, of course I'll do it, I mean, I can't stand to see her institutionalized.
The only problem is she refuses to admit she's guilty.
Hm.
I did all the prep work I could.
I still wish I had some more time.
When are you gonna get me the plastique? My sources promise me a delivery by tomorrow.
I hope so, Palmer, because my patience is wearing thin.
me a little more patience.
Keep whining, that's all you'll ever see.
Come on, let's get outta here.
Jake'll be back any minute.
Is this where you did it? Palmer, shut up.
Jake must've had a fine time.
Can't believe he'd wanna give you up.
Guess you just couldn't hold his, uh, interest.
How was he anyway, Brittany, on a scale from 1 to 10? Gee, I don't know, Palmer.
Why don't you ask your daughter? Okay, great.
Greg, eyes towards me.
Good.
Great.
Beautiful.
Okay, Carrie, extend your arm, relax those fingers.
Great.
Okay.
All right, reload.
You guys are doing great.
Uh, okay, everyone, why don't you take a break? All right, let's take a break.
Hey, you wanna kill that fan there, Stuart? Mr.
and Mrs.
Carter, what a surprise.
We don't mean to interrupt, but I just couldn't leave without telling you that you have a friend in both Mr.
Carter and myself.
We want to be there for you.
If there's anything you need, or whatever you need, please, call us.
Thank you, that's very nice.
God always has a plan, Jo, and if this is part of it, then far be it from us to question his ways.
Well, I appreciate the support.
Um, have a nice trip back.
You take good care of our baby, dear.
Well.
To what do I owe this visit? How are you, Syd? Fabulous, Jane.
Couldn't be better, I love this place.
It's like summer camp with electroshock therapy.
Sydney, I talked to your lawyer last night.
He told me about the work-release program he arranged with the D.
A.
's office.
Now, if you ask me, I think it's a great idea.
And I think it's bogus.
I refuse, refuse, to confess to a crime that I didn't commit.
Sydney, they have a strong case.
Now, a trial may be a long ways away.
If you're found guilty, you could end up in a place like this, or worse, for years.
And how do I know that this isn't some kind of a trick, that once I sign the statement, they put me away for life? I promise, that's not gonna happen.
I wouldn't do that to you.
Why not? You signed me up for this hellhole.
To keep you out of prison.
Forget it, Jane, I'm not signing squat.
I didn't run over Michael, and no one can make me say I did.
Dr.
Goldberg may be this hospital's best cardiologist, but when he performs surgery, no anesthetic is necessary because his breath puts the patients right out.
May I have a word with you in private? Now's not a good time, Matt.
It's about Michael and the accident? What is it? I've been doing a bit of investigating, and while I'm not a fan of Sydney's, I can't sit back and watch an innocent girl go down.
What are you talking about? Cutting right to the chase, I think that you ran over Michael, and now you're trying to pin it on Sydney.
If you start spreading that disgusting theory, I'll slap you with a slander suit that will cost you your job, understood? You're awfully touchy for an innocent woman.
Personally, Matt, I think you suffer from acute castration anxiety, so you fantasize that all women are murderers.
But, think about it.
The driver of that car was wearing a short blond wig.
Now, how could I get all of this hair under something like that? Does this answer your question? You're a dead man, Fielding.
What do you want? Hello, Sydney.
I'm just keeping an eye on you.
I'm fine.
Good night.
You know, it's really nice to have someone around here to look after you.
I can look after myself.
I want to make you my girlfriend, Sydney, my special girlfriend.
You're sick, that'll never happen.
Try that again, and I will kill you.
You know, you'd better figure out how things work around here.
Because, as I understand it, you're checking in for a long visit.
And that means lots of playtime, Sydney.
And next time, I won't be so gentle.
Sleep tight, pretty girl.
Mancini Designs.
Hey, Jane, it's Matt.
I came by this morning, but I guess you'd already left for work.
What's going on? Yesterday, I confronted Kimberly about Sydney's accusations.
She denied it, of course, but, um I did confirm one very interesting fact.
Kimberly wears a wig, Jane.
I guess after the accident, she lost her hair or something.
So what? So what? It would've been very easy for her to get into that disguise and to set up Sydney.
I I think we should go to the police, Jane.
Sydney confessed early this morning.
I I don't believe it.
Yeah, we cut a deal with the D.
A.
's office.
She'll be out today on a work-release program, coupled with psychiatric probation.
She's a lucky girl, it could've been a lot worse.
No, but Jane Matt.
Please, leave it alone.
Sure, Jane, um Talk to you later.
Matt, just the man I was looking for.
Kimberly, about the other day, I'm really sorry.
Uh, my wild imagination got the better of me.
Sure, Matt.
I understand.
But, keep this in mind.
A hospital can be a very dangerous place.
You know, just the other day, a nurse accidentally stuck herself with an infected needle.
What are you saying? Just that I had this strange premonition that you were headed for a terrible accident.
Better watch your step.
Billy? What's this? I found it on my desk this morning.
That's an apartment application.
I'd just like your name as a reference.
I'm really not sure I can do that.
Why not? Because I don't want you to move.
What's up, Amanda? Are you trying to keep Alison and me together? Oh, of course not, what you do in your personal life is your own private business.
I just hate the idea of losing such a great tenant.
And it just so happens that I have a vacant apartment in the building that I could give you for a great price.
Throw in the rest of the month free, and you got yourself a deal.
I'll go draw up the papers.
Great.
Morning, Alison.
That should do it, Mrs.
Mancini.
We'll have her out of here in just a moment.
Thank you.
And, uh, by the way, I have her on some mild sedatives.
She was a little rambunctious this morning.
I see.
Good luck.
Hello, Jane.
Hi, Syd.
Thanks for coming to get me.
You bet.
I had to confess, I had to get out of here.
I understand.
Now, you're gonna come stay with me until you get back on your feet.
And work for you, too? That's right.
Thanks, Jane.
I don't deserve you.
Who's this? Oh, Sydney, this is Chris.
Chris Marchette.
Hello, Chris.
It's nice to meet you.
Likewise.
You always meet the nicest men.
Let's get out of here.
Who is it? Who is it? Amanda? Daddy.
Hello, sweetheart.
Well, thanks to Amanda's benevolence, Billy's back in the building.
How do you feel about that? I'm happy about it, I guess.
He certainly has a lot of friends there, and I didn't wanna feel responsible for kicking him out.
Still, it's kind of awkward living next door to your ex-fiancé.
Jo Reynolds? Well, that depends on who's asking.
I got something for you.
Just need your signature.
Right there, if you don't mind.
What is this? Thank you, ma'am.
Have a nice evening.
Oh, my god.
Jo, what is it? Reed's parents are suing me for the custody of my baby.