Melrose Place s04e01 Episode Script

Wait! Wait, wait, wait.
Wait! It's not what it looks like.
Kimberly.
[beeping.]
Kimberly.
It's worse.
No! [screaming.]
Oh, my God.
Ohh! Oh, my God.
[coughing.]
Are you okay? Yeah.
My God.
Amanda! Amanda! [coughing.]
Oh, my God, Alison.
Just get out, okay? I'll meet you outside, just get out quick.
What are you doing? Billy? I said get out! Billy, stop, Billy! Get out! Come back! Stop, where are you going? Alison! Billy! Billy, come back! Please! Alison? Alison! Oh! Kimberly? Kimberly! You gotta talk.
Kimberly! Jane? Jane, Jane.
You all right? [sirens.]
Hey, we need some help right here.
You two, take care of her.
Got it.
Give me a protection line over here.
Over here at the pool! Expose your line.
Come on.
Over here.
Let's go.
Give me one on the door! Hurry up! Come on! Everybody out to the street! Quickly, let's go! Come on! Take her.
Come on.
Take her! [firemen shouting in background.]
It's okay.
Jake.
Where's Jake? Here we go.
All right, break it up.
Let me get in there.
Come on, break it up.
Don't move, son, we've called an ambulance.
He's dead.
Yeah.
He is.
[siren.]
[siren.]
You hear me? You're all right, Alison.
You're gonna be all right.
We'll take it from here.
This man's arms are badly burnt.
He needs help, too.
When we have time.
Nurse! Unconscious, second-degree burns.
I need a treatment room stat, and a psych consultant.
Right away, Doctor.
Hey, she's the one who did all this! I'm sorry.
Patients and immediate family only.
This is my wife.
[buzzer.]
Come on.
You got five minutes.
[ringing.]
Hello? Hey, Dad? It's, uh, it's me, Matt.
Matt.
What a coincidence.
Your mother and I, we were just talking about you.
Yeah, look, Dad, I gotta kind of keep this short.
Um I'm in trouble, kind of.
What kind of trouble? What's wrong? Um, dad, I'm s-- I'm sorry, I didn't know who else to call.
I'm in county jail.
You've been arrested? What for? Oh, my God.
That's just it.
Uh They've charged me with murder.
Oh, my God.
All right.
[clearing throat.]
All right, just don't worry, son.
We'll-- we'll do something.
We'll get some help.
I'll-- I'll call my lawyer right away, all right? Thanks.
Mr.
Hart? We were unable to revive your wife.
She suffered a massive heart attack at the scene, and though we gave it our best effort, she died.
I'm sorry.
My God, what am I gonna do? It's gonna be all right.
Richard, it's not your fault.
Oh, come here.
You're kidding me, the whole building's gone? Well, half of it, anyway.
Nobody's sure what's left livable.
The bombs took out a whole side, at least.
Is everybody okay? Well, the woman Jane works for is pretty badly hurt, and we're not sure how Alison's doing, but I think I got her out in time.
Jo? Yeah, I think she's gonna be released tonight.
So, you haven't said what happened to you.
I, um, I found Jess, and, uh we fought, and we fell, and, um he died.
You wanna keep that between us? God [door opens.]
Excuse me, Jake Hanson? I'm Detective Cale, LAPD.
This is my partner, Detective Allen.
We have a few questions for you.
I guess I better go back to the waiting room, see how everybody's doing, unless you want me to hang around.
No, I'm fine, I'll-- I'll see you around.
The doctor told me to tell you that Alison's resting well.
Considering what she's been through, she's very lucky.
What are her injuries? Besides a moderate concussion, mostly cuts and bruises.
Although it'll take a day or two to figure out the extent of the damage to her face.
That's all I can say.
When can I see her? Not till tomorrow at the earliest.
You need to take care of yourself, you need some rest.
We both do.
Your wife's right.
Come on, let's just go stay at my room at Daddy's.
Yeah, well, you know, there's plenty of space there.
So, maybe Amanda and everybody else can-- I don't know.
Why don't you two go ahead? I have plenty of room at my place.
All right.
Hey, sleepy-head, how you doing? Oh, all in all, I don't imagine I could feel worse.
Well, you'll be feeling better soon enough.
I'd like for you to stay at my place tonight.
I'll cook you a nice breakfast in the morning and-- Like hell.
I'd rather sleep on a grate.
I have some patients I have to see.
Hey, wait.
Breakfast sounds good to me.
What was that all about? Amanda just turned down free bed and breakfast.
Nothing's free, Sydney, but you'll never understand that.
Well, I'm taking Jo out to the beach house.
She needs some rest.
We all do, so why don't you two come along? I promise-- no funny business.
Ohh Come on, Amanda.
We've got him outnumbered.
All right, let's go.
But, you better keep your hands to yourself, Michael.
Oh, believe me, that's the last thing on my mind.
Especially with any of you.
I've gotta tell you, I think it's one of the most shocking things I've ever heard of.
And to think that you could have been injured or killed, I can't bear to think about it.
Well, it worked out all right, and Billy was a hero.
I can't believe that you stopped there on the way to the airport.
My God, you should have been in Hawaii.
I'd left the airline tickets at the apartment.
You left the reception at 5:00.
The explosion happened around 6:30 in the evening.
What took you so long? The point is, Hayley, we're all right.
Don't tell me what the point is, my young friend.
At any rate, it's over now.
So, the important thing is to get on with your honeymoon, so you can get on with your life.
I don't know if now is the time.
Don't fight me on this, Bill.
Daddy's right, Billy.
It would be a great way to start over after this disaster, and we just got married.
We should have a minute to enjoy it.
Look, Brooke, a lot of my friends were hurt, and I'm worried about them.
They're being taken care of.
There's nothing we can do.
Please, let's go, for me? Okay, for you.
Good, that's settled.
I'll make all the arrangements.
You can leave first thing tomorrow.
Alison, you've suffered a good deal of trauma to your face and head, due to the force of the explosion.
To a large extent, you're very lucky.
The cuts and abrasions should heal without any significant scarring, and you got away without any broken bones.
The one thing we're not sure of is the extent of the damage to your eyes.
There weren't any burns, but trauma was severe-- Please Please take off the bandages.
I can't see.
Yeah, I suspected as much, Alison.
We did some ultrasound on your eyes when you were first admitted, and what we've got here, we believe is bilateral vitreous hemorrhages.
Is that doctor talk for blind? Not exactly.
You see, the force of the explosion caused some bleeding inside your eyes.
Now, there's a good chance you'll see again once the blood is reabsorbed into your body, and away from the retina.
When? When will I see again? I don't know for sure.
It could be a matter of weeks, or it could be longer.
And then, of course, we'll have to see if there's any other damage.
Unfortunately, I can't guarantee anything.
Then you're not much good, are you? The best thing you can do now, Alison, is to rest.
Leave me alone.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, oh, no.
Oh, God No, no.
No, God.
[sobbing.]
Dr.
Shaw's calm now, however, she does seem to be in quite a bit of denial.
I mean, she remembers the incident, but not her own participation in it.
So, we thought that as a colleague of hers, and as the one who pulled her from the pool, that perhaps you could, well, help us get some kind of breakthrough here.
Well, I'll see what I can do.
I'd like to see her alone.
Of course, and thank you, Doctor.
Dr.
Peter Burns.
Here we go.
Howdy, stranger.
Maybe you can tell me why they stuck me in the straitjacket unit.
Well I'm sure it's a lot for you to absorb.
I remember there was an explosion at Amanda's, but they're saying that I had something to do with it, it's crazy.
You know, this is some setup of Michael's.
I mean, scratch the surface of something this twisted, and you're bound to find Michael's ugly little smile.
Kimberly-- You know what we should do, Peter? We should go into Hobb's office, and tell the Chief of Staff that we have had experience with the lunatic Dr.
Mancini, and that we want him thrown out.
Okay, but before we do that, I want you to know something.
That I am here, and I'm going to help you.
I'm on your side.
I'm so glad to hear that.
I was beginning to think I was all alone.
No, you're not.
But, there's some things you're gonna have to face up to.
Some problems you have, some actions you took.
Oh, come on, Peter.
Oh, you don't believe them, do you? I was there, Kimberly, I saw you do it.
I saw you push the detonator and blow the apartment complex off the map.
No.
No, I wouldn't, I couldn't.
I wouldn't.
Someone died, Kimberly, a woman.
Someone that you probably never even knew.
Now, you're going to have to accept this, if you're ever going to get better.
I am not gonna let you do this to me.
You're in it with Michael.
But I'm not gonna let you make me believe I did something I didn't do.
I could never do that.
Kimberly, I told you, I'm on your side.
No, you're not! You're a liar! Kimberly-- Liar! Get out! Get out! Get out! You're a liar! Get out! Liar! Liar! Get out! You're lying! Get out! Liar! Get out! [screaming.]
I just can't get over the fact that if it wasn't for me, she'd be alive right now.
Richard, you've got to stop blaming yourself.
You couldn't know what was gonna happen.
I've been giving it some thought, and I think I have a way of keeping Mackenzie alive, artistically, at least.
What do you mean? Mackenzie's real last name was Harbert, right? Well, for the good of her company, I-- I don't think we should publicize her death.
Simply bury her as Mackenzie Harbert, and then put out the spring line as if nothing has changed.
My God, Jane, I can't believe that you're saying this.
Richard.
It's morbid.
If you would just listen to me-- No, Mac's not even cold, how can you be talking about business right now? Mac would think the same way, and you know it.
It's the only way to keep her image and work alive, and for the company not to suffer.
I'm not trying to hurt you.
If anything, I'm trying to honor Mackenzie.
Think about it, Richard.
All right, I'll think about it.
Good.
I'm just trying to do what's right.
Yeah, but for who, Jane? [buzzer.]
Matt.
It's so sad seeing you like this.
Yeah, I-- I know.
I was-- I was wondering what took you so long to get here.
Let's get me out of this place.
Matt, this is-- this is Alycia Barnett.
She's a criminal attorney.
Where's Dad? He couldn't make it.
What do you mean, Dad couldn't make it? Look, Matt, this hit him very hard.
He's been making such an effort to understand your lifestyle and your insistence on being so public about it, and now this.
You have to try to understand.
He's hurting.
I am the one who is hurting, Mom.
And what does this have to do with me being gay? Look, I didn't kill anybody, all right? It doesn't matter if you did, you're still our son.
And you're still ashamed of me.
No.
No.
Do you honestly believe I could take another person's life? No.
Do you? Does Dad? No, of course not.
Matt? You're gonna have to calm down and focus here, okay? Then you and I can talk about how we're going to approach this.
Tomorrow morning we'll get our case together.
We'll see what they have to offer us.
Maybe we can get a plea and avoid-- Avoid what? What, bad publicity? Is that what this is all about? Covering up this case so that nobody finds out that your son's a fruit? No.
It doesn't matter to any of you that I didn't do-- Now, listen to me.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
I was framed by a lunatic who wanted to kill his wife.
Oh, Matt.
Get out of here.
I don't need this, I don't need you! Out of my sight! Out of my life! Go! [buzzer.]
Maybe if they were a little closer, you can smell them.
Yellow roses always seem to smell the sweetest to me.
Maybe that's just in my head.
No, Jane.
I can smell them, it's nice.
It's nice of you to come.
I'm sorry I got so mad at you at the wedding.
That's all right, I understand.
I would have blown up too, in your shoes.
[laughing.]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to say it like that.
Actually, I was blown out of my shoes, so How about you? Were you hurt? I'm okay.
But, my boss Mackenzie Hart died.
Oh Oh, it's such a nightmare.
Yeah.
Could hardly be worse.
But, somehow All of this is-- it's helping me see what's really important.
Mm, me too.
And I know that your eyesight is gonna come back even sooner than the doctors think.
Until that time, you can stay with me, okay? Aw I feel like I never really valued our friendship.
Well, we will now.
We'll never let anything come between us again.
[door opening, knocking.]
Oh, excuse me.
Hi, Jane.
Hi.
Uh, just wondering if I could talk to Alison for a minute.
Billy, um, can you give us a second? Sure.
Jane? Can you do me a favor and keep the details of my blindness and possible recovery between us? Absolutely.
Thanks.
I'll be back in a few minutes.
How are you? I, uh heard that your eyes were pretty badly hurt.
I can't see, Billy, if that's what you mean.
The doctors don't know why.
I'm really sorry.
Oh, don't worry.
I'm alive.
That's what's important, right? And I hear I have you to thank for that, so Thank you.
And don't worry about me, okay? I hope you and Brooke will be very happy.
Oh, we'll be fine.
What about you? Maybe there's some way I could help-- Stop pitying me and go on your honeymoon.
That can wait.
Billy.
You married somebody else.
That's what you wanted, and you got it.
Alison-- Leave me alone.
I care about you.
[door closing.]
Oh, my God.
Billy told me what happened, I had no idea.
Yeah, I've been standing in the middle of it the whole day, I still can't absorb it.
What happened to you? Oh, it's a long story.
Miss Woodward, um, I still need to eyeball the apartments in the corner there.
Oh, go ahead, I'll be right there.
I just hope my insurance covers mad bombers.
What about my apartment, can I get in there? Well, except for whatever happened to your poor body, you got away lucky.
That whole side of the building is structurally sound, so, if you can put up with intermittent power and water, you're welcome back.
After what I've been through the last few days, I can put up with anything.
I'll see you later.
Okay.
[kicking glass.]
Jake, I have been looking all over for you.
I went to the hospital, but you checked out.
I called Shooters, I called your apartment.
And no one will tell me what happened to Jess.
What happened? Simple, he's dead.
Did you It was an accident.
The cops are calling it self-defense.
Whatever it was, I'm putting it behind me.
Oh, God, Jake.
I'm so sorry.
You shouldn't have gone.
This is all my fault.
Jo, this is the last thing I need right now, all right? Everybody in this building is feeling a lot of pain, including you, so let's just get past it.
I can't.
That could have been you, Jake.
Tell me how it happened.
I need to know, I'm a part of this, too.
Just stop it, all right? It's over, okay? Everything's finished.
I'm glad you changed your mind and called me, Matt.
Actually, I considered going with a public defender.
But then I heard that you really did have a great reputation.
I just don't know if I can trust you.
You can.
That means that you have to understand that I am innocent, that I'm not looking for a plea, or any kind of a bargain.
I didn't do it, understood? Understood.
After we got off the phone yesterday, I did some preliminary digging around at the hospital, and there are a few witnesses who can place you and Paul together, and friendly, even up to the day of the murder.
So, Paul's stalking story holds less water.
This is good.
Yes.
But, I also talked to a source down at the LAPD, and they've talked to these witnesses, too, and they've developed a new theory.
They figure you and Paul planned this together.
You've got to be kidding.
Look, you get me out of here on bail, and I will show you everything.
We'll prove it together.
Matt, your bail hearing is today, but you may have to be content with telling me everything that happened from in here.
Why? I'm not a flight risk.
You need to convince the judge.
That's your job.
Agreed.
But we're talking about premeditated murder, Matt.
It's a capital case.
What am I gonna do? Let's just wait to see what the judge has to say, then we'll take it from there.
But, Matt I'm on your side.
And I believe you're innocent.
Hi, Alison.
It's Amanda.
I recognized your voice, Amanda, believe me.
What do you want? Well, I see you already have roses over here, so, I'll just put these at the end of your bed.
You know what? Why don't you take those to the nurses' station? Maybe they can give them to somebody else.
Let me just say this, all right? I feel responsible for most of what's happened.
And whatever happened between us before, it breaks my heart to see you hurt like this.
So anyway, when the insurance money comes through, I'm going to rebuild the apartments, and make them better than ever, and I'm gonna put extra attention into yours.
How? You're gonna put up little handrails, or let me keep a guide dog? Sure, if that's what you need.
What I need, Amanda, is my sight back.
Oh my God, Alison, you're gonna want to keep this arrangement.
You should see it, it's bigger than a Buick.
Who are they from? "No matter what happens in our lives, "I'll always be there for you.
Love, Billy.
" How sweet.
See, he still cares about you.
And I don't care what you think, so do I.
That's just it, Amanda.
People like you and Billy don't care what I think.
You're too busy washing me down with your guilt.
Now, if you're done feeling better about yourself, you can leave.
Dr.
Payson? Hello, I'm Dr.
Michael Mancini.
Yes? I'm Dr.
Kimberly Shaw's husband.
Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know.
All right.
Uh, Doctor, I don't really think that she's really well enough right now for family visits, but perhaps, you and I should have a talk.
Oh, look, I know she's in bad mental health.
She's been that way for some time.
To me, what she did was reprehensible, and her condition is incurable.
Well, Doctor, I'm really not ready to make that kind of diagnosis at the moment.
That's fine, whatever.
You see, the point is, there's just no way that she or I can cover these mounting hospital bills.
The insurance only covers so much.
So, I'm prepared to sign the papers to have Kimberly shipped off-- or, rather, sent to-- the county psychiatric facility.
But the treatment isn't nearly as advanced there.
I mean, wouldn't you say, Dr.
Mancini? Yeah.
Why don't I handle this, Dr.
Payson? Thanks.
Thank you.
What the hell are you doing? This is my business.
Oh, Michael, Michael.
Let's be clear, okay? I'm not gonna let you send Kimberly to the snake pit because you're too cheap to take care of your own wife.
And, uh, why do you care where she goes? Well, that's my business.
I'll take care of all the bills after insurance.
All you have to do is leave her alone.
We're talking about a psycho who nearly burned down a city block.
If anybody deserves to be shackled to a steam pipe in hell, it's her.
Just stay away from Kimberly, Michael.
Otherwise, you have to deal with me.
And I know you don't wanna do that.
Thank you.
People vs.
Fielding.
We're looking at a request for bail here.
What's the state's position, Mr.
Isley? Mr.
Fielding stands accused of a premeditated, and the cold-blooded act of capital murder, Your Honor.
He was found at the crime scene in the midst of escape.
The murder weapon bears his fingerprints.
To have him released under any circumstances before trial, would be putting the community at risk.
The State requests that bail be denied.
Defense? Your Honor, Mr.
Fielding is a social worker, a model member of his community, and active in charitable causes.
His roots, friends, and family are here.
And he is not, in the least, a flight risk, and is very anxious to return to this court and prove his innocence.
I'm inclined to agree with the defense on this.
However, the seriousness of the crime can not be overlooked.
Bail is set at $1,200,000.
Your Honor, Mr.
Fielding is able to post bail.
What? All right.
Pending the paperwork, Mr.
Fielding, you are free to go.
However, I remind you that you are bound by this court to make all appearances, or you'll immediately be back in custody.
[pounds gavel.]
Next case.
How did you get the money? Your parents, Matt.
They put up their house.
They care about you more than you think.
Well, I guess that's it, then.
She's gone.
I owed her a lot, you know? I even loved her.
I know.
Come on.
Now, let's get to work and make her even more famous than she ever was before.
I am so sick of you.
Richard-- It's not enough that my wife is dead, and because of you, she's buried under a name that she barely acknowledged.
Now you have to celebrate? Richard, please, it's for the company.
I care.
Look, I don't wanna make you mad.
I wanna make you happy.
Keep your clothes on, Jane.
It's not gonna work this time.
You go do what you want, I'm gonna stay here and mourn the loss of a woman who knew how to be a human being.
[doorbell ringing.]
Matt.
Hi, Dad, I just, uh I just wanted to come by and, uh say thanks.
Thanks for helping me.
Of course, Matt, it's the least we could do.
How-- how you feeling? Okay, I guess.
Yeah.
Considering.
God, I've been so worried.
I really missed you, son.
I miss you, too, Dad.
Matt.
You're home.
Oh, you're home.
For God's sake, come inside.
Who knew there'd be so many clients without new campaigns? Well, it doesn't surprise me.
The place has been in disarray for quite a while.
You know, she should put you in a position with more authority.
You could whip that place into shape.
So, Bill.
My daughter here calls me at lunch, and tells me that you have decided to postpone your honeymoon indefinitely.
Now, I would like you to tell her, now, in front of me, that you made a mistake, and that you'll fly to Hawaii immediately.
Billy-- I'm waiting.
You know what? You can wait until you're strapped in a wheelchair and you're spitting up your peas.
But I will never, never, take orders from you.
And you can continue your sick relationship with your daughter, as long as you want, and you'll do it without me.
[scoffs.]
Billy, honest, I only told him because-- I told you that I didn't want your father in our lives.
But, obviously, that's the relationship that counts for you.
Listen to me, you little jerk, I will not have you talking to me or my daughter that way in this tone-- Oh, shove it, all right? Why don't you have one of your slaves bring my stuff to my apartment? Billy! Let him go.
Daddy, he's my husband! Let him go! I can't believe you brought that man into our house.
And so, we put Jess Hanson back in the care of his loving creator and pray for his life of peace in the hereafter.
Is there anything you'd like to say, Mr.
Hanson? No, that's fine, fine.
Thank you, Mr.
Hanson.
Yep.
Oh, you here to weep over the man who almost killed you? No, I came here for you, you know that, I was worried about you.
Oh, don't give me that song, all right? I was thinking about what you said last night, and you're right.
Wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in this graveyard in the first place.
I warned you about him.
I know.
I'm sorry.
Well, sometimes sorry doesn't cut it.
You know, right now, I don't really give a damn.
I don't care what happened to him.
To be honest with you right now, I don't care what happens to you either.
God damn you.
I'll pretend it is important because I know you're in a lot of pain.
But I thought you might want your mother's broach.
[scoffs.]
[knocking.]
Hi.
What are you doing here? Well, I'm not one of Daddy's slaves, or, maybe I am-- but, I'm delivering your stuff.
Well, I only had one suitcase.
Yeah, well I echoed your "shove it" sentiments with my father, so, I'm out of his house, and I came to see if my new husband would forgive me, again, and take me back.
'Cause I think he's wonderful and strong, and I love him more than anything in the whole world.
Well, my, uh, place is a little messy.
Not the best spot for a honeymoon.
If it's where you wanna be, it's better than Hawaii.
It's better than anyplace.
Come here.
I missed you.
Me, too.
Amanda, I got your message.
Are you sure this place is safe to move back into? Well, unless you're allergic to the smell of smoke, this side of the building is structurally sound, so, you can come on back.
Well, good.
That's good.
God, look at this place.
There is one change you're gonna have to deal with, however.
Everyone's kind of doubling up until reconstruction's finished, so you're gonna be my roommate.
[nervously laughs.]
Wait a minute, in my apartment? That's right, here's the deal.
You get to stay here rent-free, but I get the bedroom, and you sleep on the couch.
Come on, Amanda, I got a rental agreement.
Emergency situations like this nullifies all rental agreements.
Besides, I've already moved in.
If you don't like it, you can always sleep on a cozy little street corner.
[sweeping glass.]
Kimberly? Are you doing any better? I don't know.
I've been going over the last couple of days piece by piece, putting one moment after the other.
What I ate for breakfast, clinic rounds, going to the grocery store.
I remember I was getting headaches again.
And everything everything sticks together until the day before yesterday.
Except for the explosion.
You-- you saved my life, didn't you? I just fished you out of the pool, that's all.
You know, I was really really starting to fall for you last week.
We had fun together.
I try and try, but I can't remember.
But, I know I didn't do it.
Peter, I'm not a bad person.
You know I'm not.
I wouldn't want to hurt anybody.
I wouldn't.
I wouldn't, I wouldn't.
[faintly.]
I wouldn't want to hurt anybody.
I wouldn't want to hurt anybody.
I wouldn't I wouldn't want to hurt anybody.
I wouldn't want to hurt anybody.