Melrose Place s01e16 Episode Script

See you later.
Looking good.
Going out? No big deal, just Shooters.
Oh, great, this chicken breast is never gonna thaw.
Let me change, and I'll go with you.
Yeah, well, but tonight I thought, you know Oh, right, cruising for babes.
Well, don't let me slow you down, Fido.
Woof, woof.
What is that? - Love spice? - Don't wait up.
Hi.
I was cleaning out the fridge and found this champagne.
Where'd you find the glasses, the dishwasher? No, the cupboard.
- What's that smell? - What? What smell? - I don't know.
- So are you interested? A little champagne? A little conversation? No, I was kind of counting on doing nothing tonight.
Yeah, me too.
So why don't we just do nothing together? No, no, some other time, Bill.
Let's do nothing together? - That's lame, even for you.
- She caught me off guard.
- Besides, I have a toothache.
- You have a toothache? Well, her loss, my gain.
Well, I give up on her.
Women like that will never ever give you a chance.
I don't know.
I think it has something to do with that aftershave.
Hello? Oh, hi.
What? Oh, my God, when? Yeah, sure.
I'll be there in the morning.
- What's wrong? - That was my boss.
- Yeah? - Now my ex-boss.
You're not gonna believe this, honey.
They sold the shop.
- So where does that leave you? - Well, out of work.
She's mailing my check.
I have to pick my personal stuff up in the morning.
I'm sorry, sweetie.
You look absolutely miserable.
- Did things go that badly last night? - No, no.
My tooth, it's acting up again.
Is that why you were banging around all night? How about going to see a dentist? I have a good one.
It's not that big a deal, OK? These things go away.
So you holding out for gum disease, root canals, oral surgery? A lecture from the woman who flosses more than the tooth fairy.
Feels swollen, can you tell? Oh, you really should have that looked at.
I'm making an appointment with Dr Estren.
- Dr Estren? - Best dentist in L.
A.
- And you won't feel a thing.
- Thanks, Mom.
You know, I charge two bucks a shot.
Then put it on my tab.
I'm getting shots for my portfolio.
You know, you really do have a beautiful bike.
Especially from the pipes up.
Well, it's a lot more beautiful at 60 miles an hour.
Want to go for a ride? No.
I just finished my shots.
And I was kind of counting on doing nothing today.
Yeah.
I was thinking of doing nothing too.
How about we do nothing together? Oh, the power.
It feels like I can go anywhere.
But will you still love it after you've swallowed a moth at 60 miles an hour? - Where'd you learn to ride like that? - Oh, prison.
Had you going.
Had you going! Nothing about you would surprise me.
- We'll see about that.
- Yeah, we'll see.
Yeah, I come out here a lot.
It's desolate.
Yeah, that it is.
I like being alone.
You think there's something wrong with that? No, no, I'm the same way.
When I was growing up, I was alone a lot.
Cos my mother wasn't around much, you know.
- I just learned to like it.
- Yeah, the freedom.
Yeah, the freedom.
There's a great stretch ahead.
Takes you through the pass.
It's really beautiful.
We'll have to do it sometime.
Now I have this interview, though.
Wilshire and Hunt, photo assistant job.
Hey, I'll take you.
If they're offering my job back, doesn't that mean we won? No, that's all they're offering, Matt.
They won't admit they fired you because you're gay or discuss a monetary settlement.
So that's like saying I imagined the whole thing.
Down deep I thought they'd back off when they realized I was serious.
They'll only do what we force them to do.
I miss the halfway house, Sarah.
I miss Kenny and Tiny D.
I think about them all the time.
And the burger stand's getting real old.
Matt, look, this is your decision, but they wouldn't have made this offer if we didn't have a strong case.
I say reject it.
Let's make them do the right thing.
If they want a fight, they got one.
- Reject their offer.
- Yeah.
Next time you're at the beach, stop by the burger stand.
Even our coffee's better than this.
Lose the light fixtures.
I want recessed tinted quartz.
And, oh, these clothes.
What did they sell here, big and beautiful? - Sorry.
Was this your place? - Oh, no.
I'm Jane Mancini.
I worked here.
You're Kay Beacon.
Why doesn't anybody recognize me when my mother's around? What is this, the ritual last look? I'm just getting some of my personal things.
My coffee cup, my makeup egg and my design book.
I design all my own dresses.
I love it.
I love your designs.
The front-slit skirt is fabulous.
Those gathers, the drop front, that was spring '90.
God, that V-neck, everybody had it before the season was over.
Wait a minute.
I designed this dress.
Don't be embarrassed.
I see my old things everywhere.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
- This is not a Kay Beacon knockoff.
- It's a knockoff of a knockoff.
But what the heck, at least you used all my ideas in a smart way.
- I'll be out in a second.
- The question is, could you do better using my new ideas under my supervision? Seriously? Be at my studio tomorrow at 9.
00.
We'll talk.
- So long, Jane Mancini.
- Bye.
I'll wait for you.
Best tacos in town are just a couple blocks away.
I've had enough culture shock for one morning.
- I'll just grab a cab.
- All right.
Thanks for this morning.
I had a good time.
I did too.
Great bike.
Thanks.
- Hello.
- Good afternoon, madam.
I would like to sell this.
Very, very fine stones, madam.
Excellent piece.
How much will you give me? Well, I'll give you its full-market value, madam.
Seven thousand dollars.
I paid almost 12 for that four years ago.
There is a recession, you know.
The market is flat.
Only the White House doesn't know this.
Never could resist a witty European man.
I'll take it.
I just need some photo identification to have your check made out.
Oh, well I forgot my wallet in the car.
A friend dropped me off.
Why don't I bring my ID back on the way from the bank? It's company policy, madam.
I must see your ID.
I'll tell you, why don't I put it in my safe until you come back? No, thanks.
You following me? Thought you were looking for a photography job.
- How is that any of your business? - Sorry, I was just curious.
If you wanna know something, just ask me, all right? OK.
Come on, get on, and I'll take you home.
No, I'll find my own way home.
To my new career, my brilliant career.
So, what are you, exactly? Junior design associate, honey, to Kay Beacon.
Who's Kay Beacon? Kay Beacon has one of the hottest names in fashion.
Everybody's knocking off her stuff.
Even me.
- Hey, I'm very proud of you.
- This is an amazing opportunity.
I'll inspect the merchandise, draft her designs, and, who knows, maybe even throw in a few ideas of my own.
- Aren't you excited for me? - Hey, I'm thrilled.
This is great.
To your brilliant career.
There's just something special about a pineapple, pepperoni and goat cheese pizza.
Special doesn't do it justice.
So where did you meet this mysterious ex-husband of yours.
The one you never talk about? I'll bet there's a generation of ferrets somewhere in your family tree.
Actually, I think ferrets live in holes, so OK, all right.
I was in New York in college, and I was doing a project at the Met, and that's how I met him.
Will you take the light out of my eyes and put the rubber hose away? All right, next topic.
- Is the job hunt too personal? - Complete washout.
Glamour jobs are always hard to find.
I wish I had a talent like photography.
I had a great teacher.
My mother.
We used to go out on Sundays and prowl around and look for really great shots.
God, she had a great eye.
We were really close.
- She's still back east? - Yeah.
I'm surprised that Michael talked the landlord into letting you do this.
Did I tell you that I slept with him? Gullible.
I finally get a few days off, but do I get to kick back and vegetate? Not with empty paint cans in the new tenant's garbage.
Serves you right for being garbage detective.
So she's touching up a few cracks.
Think of it as work she's saving you.
Black paint, guys.
At last, a little diversity around here.
Aren't you curious about the ins and outs of Satanism? Hold this.
Excuse me, locksmith? - What apartment were you working in? - Mine.
- She changed my locks.
- Were they broken? - No.
- Wait a minute.
I'll need a duplicate key.
- Landlord's rules.
- Sorry.
Against my rules.
Listen, Jo, let's not get off on the wrong foot.
Now, what about this black paint? OK, you're a photographer.
You have a darkroom or something, fine.
But could we clear it with the manager first? Or at least discuss it? Sure, OK, Mike.
As soon as I get some time, we'll discuss it.
I don't mean to be a jerk, but I need a key.
Unless, of course, you'd rather be living elsewhere.
You'll have it.
Now, can I close my door? Moira showed you what to do? I already knew.
I inspected the incoming stock at the store.
- Pass or fail? - Pass.
Wrong.
That sleeve pleat is crooked.
Everything is labeled Kay Beacon.
That means that it has to be perfect.
- Not great, not terrific, but perfect.
- I understand.
Let me guess.
Because you're a designer too? - I may not be in the same league - You don't believe that.
You think I'm someone a few years older who just got lucky.
You need this job, honey.
If you have any ability at all, this may be your shot.
- I appreciate that.
- No, you don't.
But if you study every move I make and work your butt off, maybe you will.
I want you to go look through last year's line.
If there's anything that fits you at all, wear it.
It's yours.
Really? Thank you.
Moira, teach Jane how to inspect again.
The Kay Beacon way.
We're coming through.
Watch your buns.
I'm sorry it took so long, buddy.
Kitchen chaos, you know.
- Look out.
Sorry, sorry! - Matt Matt? - Matt? What a shocker.
- Oh, but Pete Stoller in a tie? - How you doing? You look great! - It's the best.
Matt, check this out, after six months in stock, they put me in sales.
- Me - OK, now I know it's you for sure.
That laugh drove me crazy for months.
So, how's everybody back at the house? Mr Thomas, Sue? Terrific.
Yeah, everybody's fine.
You know, sometimes I'll be on the boulevard, and I'll just - You still go back there? - No, no, no Nothing like that.
No hustling, no crack.
That's my dead life.
I just meant that sometimes when I'm back there it reminds me of the house and of you and the talks we used to have.
You helped me through a lot of stuff.
I'm proud of you, Pete.
- God, so, what's all this? - Oh, you know, extra money.
- You know how it is.
- Yeah, yeah.
You look great.
- Keep up the good work, OK? - OK.
Hey, I'm sorry about this morning, all right? No biggie.
A darkroom.
It's very cool.
- Michael calm down yet? - That guy is so anal.
He needs to prescribe something for himself.
He's all right.
He just takes things seriously.
Yeah, you're right.
I'm a bitch.
Look, I need a favor.
- Do you have anything besides water? - Beer.
Great.
Well, what do you need? A bracelet I need to sell, only I can't because I don't have a photo ID.
- You don't have a driver's license? - Who drives in New York? So I don't have a photo ID, and I'm broke, flat, Jake.
I'm not used to this, and it feels terrible.
Trust me.
It's not terminal.
I got a couple of bucks I can loan you.
I'll be fine once I sell this bracelet.
Come on, do it for me? Is that why you were at the jewellery store? Jake, come on.
Yes or no? Too bad the stones are mismatched.
No pride in workmanship.
It's worth around four thousand.
But I know a guy, so I'll give you 45 hundred.
It's worth eight, so I'll take seven to save a trip to another jeweller.
You're wrong, see this? OK, OK.
Seven thousand.
Driver's license, please.
- Who is Beth? - Excuse me? Beth? I don't know.
The name on the back of the bracelet.
You don't know? No, I'm selling this for a friend.
I don't want trouble.
This could be stolen.
No.
It's not stolen, it's - What happened? - Who's Beth? You didn't sell it.
I told you I needed the money.
I hate being used.
Worse, I hate being lied to.
- What does that mean? - Is it stolen? Thank you for the vote of confidence.
- I knew I could depend on you.
- You're not answering.
Why, if you're not gonna believe the answer? Try me.
I am just so sick of you people and all your questions.
Why don't you just mind your own business? - Fine.
- Gotta know everything, all the time.
You ask for a simple favor and you just You know, Billy, that Jo? - Don't trust her.
- Told you.
She's trouble.
That is last thing I need.
- So keep your distance.
- Damn straight I will.
And you know what? I would advise you to do the same thing.
So she got under your skin, there, Jake, huh? No.
No.
I'm telling you, that Kay is the most arrogant, manipulative woman.
She totally humiliated me in front of the staff, - then sent me home with a free outfit.
- I thought this was a dream job.
I can't figure out if she likes me or hates me.
It's tough because she's totally mean to everyone.
A woman that young and that successful, you would think that she Sweetheart, can we send Kay Beacon home now? She's been with us all through dinner.
- I'm sorry, honey.
- Thank you.
- Come here.
- What? Do you know how sexy you look sometimes? Just sitting here, sipping your tea.
- I do not.
- Talking about your mean boss.
Now, just relax.
You've had a tough day.
Now, you can just relax.
I'll be back in a sec.
Jane, what are you doing? I thought we agreed about getting pregnant again.
I know, but does it have to happen tonight? I don't believe this.
So you fall into this new job, and suddenly having a baby isn't important anymore? Honey, I have doubts whether I want to have a child now.
- Or anytime soon.
- OK.
I'm going to bed.
Yeah, hang on! - Good morning.
Are you Jake Hanson? - Yeah.
- You own a '68 black Triumph? - Yeah.
- Did you loan it out to anyone? - Of course, he did.
Do I look like a motorcycle thief? I've never seen this woman in my life.
Jake Yeah, OK.
Yeah, I loaned it to her.
I'm getting a ticket? What am I getting a ticket for? For allowing your bike to be operated by an unlicensed driver.
- Have a good day, Mr Hanson.
- How can I miss? I haven't even brushed my teeth yet, I've already got a ticket.
- I used the spare house key.
- From under the plant outside? You are out of control! You were right about getting into the wind to clear your head.
- It was great.
- Next time, use a fan.
Jake, look, yesterday was a disaster.
You have a right to be angry at me.
- Thank you! - I handled the bracelet thing terribly.
But it's mine, I swear to God it is.
That thing with Michael, I'm gonna clear it up today.
Most of all, I want things to be right between us.
I do.
I need friends, people who really care.
I think you do too.
To prove that I mean it, I'm gonna split that ticket with you.
- You.
You are an original.
- Been called worse than that.
- You owe me, big-time, lady.
- I can live with that.
For starters, you're taking me to dinner.
- I pick the place.
- Well Jake, that's an extraordinarily disgusting habit.
Sarah, what's going on? I'm late for my lunch shift.
Matt, sit down, sit down.
They just upped the offer to $10,000, plus your job back, - if we settle this out of court.
- Ten-thousand bucks? - Yes! We won! - Well, see, not exactly.
I was thinking that if we take this thing to trial, we could be looking at 100 grand, minimum.
My instincts say we should go for it.
This is a clear case of discrimination, one that I think the state would like to make an example out of.
This kid came by the restaurant yesterday.
Reminded me why I started working at that shelter to begin with.
I can't help kids spending the next year in court.
So you're giving up, just like that? No, we've won.
How much more money do I need to make my point? Bottom line, 100 grand.
No.
No, bottom line, I miss my kids.
I was making a difference every day before this thing happened.
Nothing else matters more than that.
I wanna get back to doing it.
It's all decided then.
Ten thousand dollars and a resumption of employment.
- I just hope you're satisfied.
- Sarah, I'm ecstatic.
Hi.
You look a little out of it.
What did Dr Estren say? Not to operate passenger jets until I'm off the pain pills.
Did he have to drill? So deep I could hear people speaking Chinese.
It's interesting.
Your eyes look like marbles, - but you sound almost normal.
- You were right.
Between the novocaine, the headphones and the gas, the pills, it was less painful than a New Kids concert.
I came home early for nothing.
Actually, I just got a pain.
Could you just grab me two pills? Considering what a light beer does to you, I think you'll have one.
Too weak to argue.
Could you just turn on the tube for me, please? Thank you.
I was wondering, could you grab a blanket? - It's kind of chilly in here.
- One blanket, coming right up.
Oh, yeah, and could you just run down to the video place.
A couple of good movies, you know, would just help ease my pain.
Maybe you should recuperate at your parents' house.
I just got you through a broken heart.
This is all the thanks I get? All right, just let me go change into my nurse's uniform.
So this is where the hip go after a Cuban-Chinese dinner? Cutting edge.
Wait, you mean Jake Hanson hasn't heard of Private Pain? Oh, I'm busted.
Well, this is it, the happening spot.
The sleaze and stars all under one roof.
You sure did find them.
Come on.
Yeah, I found them.
Now I'm gonna photograph them.
I need these photos for my portfolio.
You know, dark and moody.
Here.
- Let's hide this.
- Don't you do anything the easy way? - Do you? - You know, you really smell good.
- You just gotta have it, don't you? - What? Every woman has to fall all over you.
Oh, they don't have to, but they usually do.
- Hey, I didn't say it.
- God, you just Wait, wait, wait.
Don't look, don't look, don't look.
- The blonde! - What? The blonde getting out of the limo, I think it's Madonna.
That - God, smooth - Didn't work, did it? Beth, when did you hit L.
A? Wrong lady.
I don't know you, pal.
- No, wait.
It's me, Jerry.
- I said wrong lady, all right? - Beth, come on.
What are you doing? - Hey.
Come on.
The lady said she doesn't know you.
Back off.
Sorry.
Jo? Jo? Jo! Alison? Alison? Alison! Alison.
Alison.
- Billy, what is it? What can I do? - The pain Let me help you make it better.
- How's that? - I'm not sure.
Could you run it by me again? Oh, Alison.
Oh, Alison Billy? Billy? Careful.
Alison! - Are you OK? - Yeah, yeah, I mean I was We were Oh, it was just a disturbing dream.
Someone should've warned me.
Those pills have serious side effects.
Somebody shouldn't be popping them like candy.
- Good night, Billy.
- Good night, Alison.
Oh, no, no, no.
- What happened to you? - I don't like fights.
- And who's Beth? - I don't know, he was mistaken.
Look, it was dark in there, he was drunk The name on the bracelet happened to be a coincidence? I don't care what the truth is.
I just want to hear it.
Why? Because I owe it to you? Because you deserve it? - Because it keeps things simple.
- Simple? Look, there is nothing simple about my life right now.
- Making faces at the toaster? - Checking my teeth for lipstick.
It's early.
Go back to bed.
Well, come with me.
You didn't get home that many hours ago.
Work was a disaster yesterday.
And Kay called me on all of it.
God, she gets me so mad.
She is rude, vain, opinionated - The collective term is "bitch.
" - But most of all, she is good, Michael.
And I just want her to know that I'm good too.
Well, that's not gonna happen, Jane.
Not with her breed.
She would rather donate a vital organ while she's still alive than admit that.
- And I don't want to see you hurt.
- Oh, sweetheart.
I can take care of myself.
You don't need this woman to tell you what you know.
I know.
Look, tomorrow is Sunday.
We will just spend the whole day together talking things out, and then we'll finish what we started two nights ago.
- I love you, Jane.
- I love you too.
- But right now I gotta run.
- Oh, of course, Kay's waiting.
- The fashion business sucks.
- It's a lot like medicine.
Bye, honey.
- Sleep OK? - Yeah.
I feel like my brain's been cryogenically frozen for 50 years.
It's just beginning to thaw.
Oh, right.
Coffee.
Quite a dream you had last night.
The way you were clutching at that pillow and screaming for me.
- What exactly was happening? - I can't remember.
Oh, come on, a dream like that? Well, we were in the apartment, and it was just the two of us.
It was late, we were on the couch And then, out of the blue, a Tyrannosaurus rex pops its head into the window and snatches you out in its jaw.
A dinosaur What were you holding on to? It's tail.
I was trying to get it to drop you.
- You were trying to save my life? - Yeah, something like that.
So do you dream about me? - No.
- Oh, come on, you do too.
I do not.
OK.
But it's nothing I can talk about.
You're not leaving this room until you tell me.
I am sorry, Billy.
But some things should be kept private.
Ten-thousand dollars? I can't believe it! So, what are you gonna do? I know this amazing mutual fund my brother told me about.
That's what I'd put it in.
You could always buy some land, not in L.
A Rhonda, slow down.
None of the above.
Well, don't tell me you're gonna blow it on a car.
- Nope.
I'm starting a legal aid fund.
- A legal aid fund? For victims of discrimination based on sexual orientation.
Seriously? You're not gonna keep any of it? No.
Well, but then again, I made a killing at Bikini Burger.
Wow, well, it sounds like a great investment to me.
And, Suzanne, be sure the Bonnie Plaid jacket buttons are black, not some dark-blue beauties your brother-in-law got a deal on.
Mo, be precise on the neckline or a lot of customers will be arrested for boob exposure.
The new Kay Beacon collection: Smart, flattering, perfect.
How did I know my brilliance wouldn't satisfy everyone? - What's wrong, Jane? - Nothing.
It's all very good.
- Very commercial.
- But we all have our off days, Jane.
Lord knows you'd understand that.
Maybe I overlooked some detail, a touch that your talented designer's eye has discovered Maybe.
So share your thoughts.
It isn't an invitation I extend often.
All right, the jacket buttons.
They should be bigger.
- And the skirt needs a belt.
- That's it? Bigger buttons are heavier.
When the jacket's worn open, they'll sag.
The result? Unhappy, sloppy-looking customer.
Sorry.
You were absent when they covered buttons at the Institut du Chic.
If becoming a successful designer means turning into a rude, egomaniacal bitch like yourself, I must be in the wrong business.
May I see you in my office, please? You're right.
I am thoughtless and insensitive.
And I can be a bitch.
But I think you're talented.
And I'd hate to see you leave.
If you could get through the first week, you can probably last two.
- Who knows, maybe a month.
- God help me.
- Excuse me.
- Somebody sign for that! - No.
This is my husband, Michael.
- How do you do? - Sorry.
- It's OK.
Good looking and a doctor.
I guess your mother sleeps like a log, Jane.
Did you come to peek at the torture chamber? No, actually, I brought Jane lunch.
You do allow lunch? A full 30 minutes, even on weekends.
There's a perfect place right upstairs on the roof.
- Honey, this is such a sweet surprise.
- I couldn't wait until tomorrow.
You know, sweetie.
This new job of yours has pushed buttons I didn't know I had.
What you said about forgetting your career when you got pregnant was true.
- But I was a willing participant.
- But you deserve this shot.
You've earned it, and I want you to know I'm behind you all the way.
Thank you, honey.
So, what about us? We both want a baby, Michael.
I'm just asking to delay it.
See, I have a basic career question to answer, and this is the perfect time and place to do it.
But we are partners, so I have to ask if that's OK with you.
I love you too much to say no.
Haven't you got things confused? I'm not the kind of guy that you have to run away from.
I'm not running from you.
Look, I don't care about your deep dark secrets, or your phony name, or your locks on the door, the bracelet I care about you.
Why? I haven't given you much reason to.
Wrong.
No.
Underneath, you're dying You're desperate to have someone care about you.
I'm not gonna hurt you, and I don't want anything from you.
You just make me feel good.
I want to be around you.
I want you to trust me.
Please, trust me? Look, all of my life has felt like an escaping of something.
When I was seven years old, my mother died.
Suicide.
I won't bore you with the details.
And my father didn't waste any time remarrying.
When I got to college, I met my husband, Charles Reynolds.
Disgustingly wealthy, handsome.
From one of those Mayflower families.
It was perfect.
I always imagined myself as Cinderella, and my prince had finally come.
- What happened? - Well, it was pretty good for awhile.
I dropped out of school.
Photography just seemed like a silly hobby.
And I was spending so much time trying to be a socialite for him.
I just started to see myself fade away.
And I knew I had to get out, right then, so I did.
I just left.
No note, no goodbyes, no nothing.
He doesn't know where you are? No.
All I wanted was just to start living my life.
You know, my life.
- Still wondering about that bracelet? - Yeah, who's Beth? Jo Beth is my full name.
My mother called me Jo.
And when she died, I didn't want anyone else calling me that.
But it's really who I am.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for all the lies.
I just I don't know when to stop running.
See? I told you we were alike.
I know a way.