Melrose Place s04e16 Episode Script

God if you exist, and I know you do, please don't let Jane die.
I'll do anything.
Just don't let her die.
[door opening.]
Is there something you'd like to tell me, Sydney? I don't know what you mean.
You must know Jane's condition is very serious.
They've ordered toxicology tests, which means they suspect a possible overdose.
Remember what we talked about in our session, Sydney? About purging oneself? But I'm not guilty of anything.
There's really no need to be frightened.
I'm your doctor, and you're my patient, and anything you tell me will be kept in the strictest confidence.
But if I'm kept in the dark and I'm questioned by the authorities about the pills I prescribed, and how they might've somehow found their way into Jane's drink-- All right.
I did it.
I put the pills in her drink.
I just wanted to knock her out, that's all-- so she'd be too passive, even for Michael.
I never meant for this to happen.
If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself.
Oh, God, Kimberly, what am I gonna do? It's all right, Sydney.
I'm here.
You just leave everything to me.
[crying.]
I told that girl She really looked just like a movie star She said the way I looked Was simply not quite up to par I may not be the one she pictured in her fantasy But I'm a work of art I know my mother loves me I tried to tell her She's my forever No-- oh, okay.
Thank you-- thank you for your help, nurse.
No change, no reports.
Jane's still in I.
C.
U.
When I get to the hospital, I'll check in on her, and I'll call you with an update.
Thanks, um, I already got mine.
Oh, it's probably for me.
[chuckling.]
Hey, Jake, how's it going? Didn't know you had any company.
Yeah, it's, uh, it's been a while.
You know what? Stick around and I'll whip up some omelets.
That sounds great, but, um-- oh, wow, I gotta get to work.
Uh I'll, uh talk to you later, Matt, and, uh, I guess I'll, uh, be seeing you around, Alan.
Yeah.
Count on it.
Well, he sure left in a hurry.
[clearing throat.]
by the way, Jane is stabilized, but that's all I could really find out.
She lives in four across the courtyard.
You know, nice girl, but sorta really mixed-up life? Mmm.
Milk? This is 2% but I've got non-fat if you prefer.
Oh, no, no, no.
Black's fine.
Oh, um last night was great, Matt.
Yeah, you too.
Ooh! What time is it? It's nearly 9:00, why? I got an early audition.
If I'm late to one more of these things, they're gonna throw me out of the business.
Don't you have a watch? Oh, no.
Hocked it weeks ago.
Listen, I'll see you later.
Peter [on phone.]
: Yes.
Right.
No, no, I'm well aware of what's been going on.
Let's not forget here, I was the doctor involved.
Oh, that's crap.
Every word of it.
Well, fine, let the bastard take me to the Supreme Court, because I don't care-- I'm fighting this.
Well, you do that.
You relay every last word.
[slamming down phone.]
My, my.
Harsh words so early in the morning.
I brought you croissants from that cafe on the corner.
Your favorite.
I'm being sued for malpractice.
A patient is claiming that I triggered some sort of a nerve disorder during surgery-- a disorder that I understand is most likely hereditary.
So? You have insurance.
You don't understand.
This kind of a case can ruin your reputation with other patients, other doctors, the hospital.
They're filing to have me suspended from practice immediately.
Put it aside, Peter.
We still have New Year's plans to make, and plans in general about our future.
You don't get it, do you?! What I'm up against can cost me my future.
Don't you yell at me.
Well, I'm just trying to explain it.
Yeah, I get the idea.
You have a lot of things on your mind, and I'm not one of them.
Well, enjoy the croissants.
And I'll do you a favor and pretend we never had this conversation.
Jane.
You've had a stroke.
It's a very mild one, but still a stroke.
Now, you must take that very, very seriously.
It's very encouraging, however, that you survived the initial episode.
Now, tell me if you can feel this.
Yeah.
That's nice.
That's good reflexes.
Well, while we're doin' this, maybe you can tell me what you remember about the party-- if anything.
Dancing, and drinking too much.
Going upstairs with you.
Oh, Michael, tell me we didn't-- No, no, we didn't.
You were acting strangely, though.
Then, you went into respiratory arrest, then seizure, and finally shock.
[sighing.]
Okay, tell me if you can feel this.
What? Michael, what's going on? I can't feel it.
Jane, listen to me.
I can't feel anything.
Jane, calm down.
I can't feel anything.
Calm down.
Am I paralyzed? Jane, it's too early to know.
I'm paralyzed, aren't I? It's just too early-- Aren't I?! Please-- Don't touch me! Okay.
Nurse: Yes, Doctor.
Oh, God.
Mrs.
Mancini, calm down.
Everything's fine.
You're doing great.
Jane: Oh, no Just relax.
Oh, God, no.
[crying.]
No! It's fine.
Okay, now.
You should've told me those pills would cause a stroke.
Those pills were meant for you, Sydney.
Not to be slipped into someone's drink.
I really think this is another textbook case of you not taking responsibility for your actions.
What? You're suggesting I go to the police and just confess to this whole miserable mess? Of course not, but you must accept what's happened and learn from it.
Now Do you have the prescription bottle? The one you took the pills from? Yes.
Right here.
You gave her three pills, correct? Mm-hmm.
Here's three of the exact same prescription to replace them with.
When Michael confronts you-- and he will-- just show him your full prescription.
That oughta stave off any accusations at least for a while.
And Jane? Jane Jane will never suspect the perfect caregiver.
Smother her with warmth, compassion, and human kindness.
Play it right and you'll be the last one anyone suspects.
This therapy or whatever you call it it's rather unorthodox, isn't it? Well you're a rather unorthodox patient, Sydney.
Okay last one.
That's right.
On the X.
Well, that's all of it, then.
The transfer of funds will begin immediately upon the child's birth.
In anticipation, we'll go ahead and set up the trust accounts.
All righty, then.
I got a meeting downtown till 5:00, then I'll be back at the office.
Thank you, Norman.
Anytime, Billy.
Bye.
Um Norman? If you've got a second, I've got a question.
Sure.
What is it? My inheritance-- this million dollars-- I still get it if, say, God forbid, something were to happen to my pregnancy? I'm afraid not, Brooke.
Your father's will was very specific.
I know that look.
Is there something you're not telling me, Brooke? Oh I can't fool old Uncle Norman.
Okay, I'll be honest with you.
I'm not pregnant after all.
I just found out.
There was a mix-up at the lab.
And Billy doesn't know? I've been trying to find a way to tell him, and I will but about the money-- I'd see what I could do about getting pregnant, Brooke-- as fast as you can.
Otherwise, the money stays right where it is-- in the bank.
Have a nice day.
So, Amanda loved the storyboards.
"Reception so clear, you won't know it's cable.
" Wonderful.
Real Cleo material.
Wait a minute.
Ever since Christmas, you've been givin' me nothin' but the cold shoulder.
We're living two different lives, Billy.
Like the song goes-- a couple of old acquaintances.
As the song says, they shouldn't be forgotten.
Maybe sometimes the remembering's too painful.
Goodnight, Billy.
Happy New Year.
Man: Billy! There you are.
Brooke called earlier.
She said you're to meet her at Wilshire Memorial as soon as you can.
She seemed kind of upset.
Okay.
Thanks.
Brooke.
What is it? What's wrong? I started bleeding, and I called the doctor, and the baby-- I lost our baby, Billy.
[crying.]
I've just been sitting out here for hours.
It's okay.
It's all right.
I'm here.
It's okay.
You're gonna be late for work.
I already called in.
I'm taking the day off.
Honey? I wanna get pregnant again right away.
I read somewhere that a woman is more fertile after a lost pregnancy.
Some study about breeding race horses.
What do you think? I guess I don't understand.
I was really looking forward to this baby.
The anticipation, and Don't we need some kind of period to regroup, get our lives back together? Well Isn't going on with our lives the best way to forget? [knocking on door.]
Hi.
Hey.
I-- I just wanted to come by and say how sorry I am.
Brought you a plant.
Oh, Alison, it's lovely.
Thank you.
If there's anything I can do Well, you brought the plant, so you're off the hook.
Besides, we're gonna get pregnant again right away, anyway.
So, there's really no need for a big fuss.
Be a dear and just pass that around the building, would you? Sure.
I'll walk you out.
I'll be right back.
Wow.
Brooke seems like she's right back in top form.
How are you doing? Well, I wish I could say top form as well, but I can't.
I'm kind of a mess, actually.
But, uh, Brooke? God.
You'd think she'd be worse off than I am.
She's not.
I just keep wondering, does this have something to do with the trust fund? You know, is this all just about the money? Billy, that's-- that's really more than I need to know.
You asked.
Well, I was expecting the usual, "I'm okay, I'm getting by.
" Look take care of yourself.
I hope it works out.
Happy New Year.
Yeah, thanks.
For the millionth time.
Are you all right? Except for business, you really have been quiet all morning.
Oh, it's nothing.
Just, um, Peter.
He's got this lawsuit coming up, and he's been pestering me to leave town for a few days.
I guess he's trying to duck a deposition or something.
[chuckling.]
Been there, done that.
[chuckling.]
I know, why don't you come out to my place? The Palm Springs house.
I'm goin' out there for New Year's by myself.
I'd love the company.
Yeah, Peter would love that idea.
If he wants to get outta town to someplace where no one can track him down-- You're right.
Three's a crowd.
Unless you had a date.
What do you say, Alison? Bobby's invited us to his place in Palm Springs for New Year's.
You don't have any plans, do you? Uh, no, but-- It's a great place.
We'd have a ball.
Sure.
Why not? Great.
Leave all the plans to me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for lunch.
You're not too mad at me, I hope.
Not at all.
It'll be a great weekend.
Well, now I just have to convince Peter to come.
Oh, I'm late for Lindy Toys.
What are you doing? Sydney's filing system sucks.
I'm trying to dig up every available piece of paper I can on this patient.
You know, you're gettin' way too worked up over this malpractice thing.
Just let the lawyers battle it out.
Oh, yeah, lawyers.
No, their suggestion is that I get outta town for the holidays-- duck the deposition.
[fax machine beeping.]
Oh, my tox reports on Jane.
'Scuse me.
Okay, alcohol and a prescribed sedative-- phenobarbital.
Whoa, look at that level, Peter.
She should've been knocked senseless.
She was.
And she woke up with a stroke.
Did you know she was on a sedative? No, and neither did she.
Sydney: God, the traffic out there.
Worse every day.
My office, now.
What? Uh All right.
Gimme your purse.
What? Give me your purse.
That is personal property! You know, Jane's heart was pumping pure phenobarbital, and I happen to know you are carrying a prescription of that exact same medication-- prescribed by none other than Dr.
Fruitcake herself.
I haven't touched those pills.
I forgot I even had 'em.
Yeah, well, we'll see about that.
You honestly believe I'd drug Jane? That I could do something like that? In the name of jealousy, I think you're capable of just about anything.
I am telling the truth, Michael.
I am more than confident in my relationship with you, and I did not-- and do not-- consider Jane to be any threat at all.
My God, I'm not Kimberly, after all.
They're all there.
I'm waiting for my apology.
Till hell freezes over.
[sighing.]
Fine.
Don't.
But now that the witch-hunt is over, I think it's time that we both do what we can for poor, paraplegic Jane.
She's gonna need our help-- especially mine, her only family in town.
Uh, Syd, I would think it'd be a smarter move to just stay away.
I can't.
I have a responsibility to Jane.
Besides, she and I both need to start taking the first baby steps towards reconciliation.
You know, why do I get the feeling that Kimberly is behind this mumbo-jumbo? It's never too late to heal emotional wounds, Michael.
Ugh.
Man, I gotta go to the hospital.
Toodle-oo.
Alan, there's, um-- there's somethin' I've been meaning to ask you.
Look, before you do, uh-- there's something I've been avoiding all night.
An actress friend of mine called from New York.
Um, look, she's got some extra room in her brownstone.
In-- in Manhattan.
Look, I've been itchin' to do some more stage work, and-- and, well, you could can visit me there.
You know, soon as I get a few bucks together, I'll come back here.
[chuckling nervously.]
Huh.
Look, um I'm sorry.
There was no good time to tell you this.
You can just pick up and go that easily? You gotta be able to in my business.
Hey, come on Let's not let it ruin tonight, okay? Enjoy the time we have left, right? [sighing.]
Right.
All right.
Brooke: Honey? Could you come in here a minute? I'm ovulating.
Brooke, we-- we can't do this.
It just doesn't feel right.
But the timing is perfect.
It's tonight or it's another month.
Please, Billy.
I want a baby.
I just need that feeling again of a baby growing inside me-- a life.
Well, you have to wait, all right? I'm sorry.
Well, I'm sorry, too.
I'm sorry that I am so damaged and unattractive that you don't wanna sleep with me! It's not that.
Yes, it is.
I let you down.
I lost your precious offspring, and you just can't forgive me, can you? You're being ridiculous.
No, you are! You're being ridiculous and selfish! Now get out of my room! Just leave me alone! Get out! Leave me alone! Ugh! [Brooke crying.]
It's all right.
I'm awake.
I couldn't sleep if I had to.
Uh I brought you some flowers.
I'll just, um put 'em right here.
Thank you.
They're beautiful.
It's an hour's work.
I was trying to show Alison when she was here.
I can't even sign my own name.
I'm sorry.
You probably just wanted to stop by and drop off the flowers.
That's okay, I know how tough it must be for you.
I mean, I can guess.
They wanna start all this physical therapy stuff.
What if nothing comes back and I never get better? Yeah, but that's up to you, isn't it? God, you sound like them.
I don't know anything about medicine, but I do know that if-- when it comes to saving yourself, you're the only one who can do that.
You think they care one way or the other? The doctors and half the people that you know? There's a light inside of you, Jane, that's always been there.
Don't let it go out.
[crying.]
I'm just so alone.
You keep up the fight and you'll be out of this contraption in no time.
Well, if they'd let me, I'd be in physical therapy Oh, Jane, poor Jane.
How're you doin'? Much better, thank you.
Uh, Jane, would you excuse me for a minute? Sure.
Why don't you save the manhandling for Sydney, Doctor? I just wanna ask a few questions, because you never returned my calls.
I've been very busy.
Oh, not too busy for your number one guinea pig Sydney, I bet.
Now, tell me something-- did you tell Syd to drug Jane or did you do it yourself? 'cause it's way too big a coincidence that the same drug you prescribed for Sydney ended up in Jane's drink.
I believe that's a two-part accusation.
As for the first part, anything Sydney might share with me, I could not discuss with you due to doctor-patient confidentiality.
As for the second part, your insinuation that I could participate in such an act-- well, I have only this to say-- go to hell, Michael.
Why did I think I might get a straight answer from you? That would mean you would've had to have changed.
Maybe you're the one who should be contemplating a change, Michael.
After all, how many lives can one man ruin? Now, let me tell you something, Kimberly-- I am watching this very carefully, and if any of my hunches are correct, then Syd is gonna find herself in jail, and you'll be back on the radio talking gibberish to the masses.
I suggest you watch what you threaten, Doctor, because I have a very high threshold of tolerance, but you're pushing me way too close to the edge of it.
Let's go, Jane.
You're gonna love the day room-- non-stop sunshine.
Hi, Billy.
Bye, Billy.
Oh, excuse me.
Dr.
Fisher, I'm Billy Campbell.
I'm Brooke Campbell's husband.
Oh, right.
I'm sorry, Mr.
Campbell, about what happened.
It's so rare, and, um, I know the pain it must have caused.
I don't understand.
Miscarriage is rare? Miscarriage? No, it was a mix-up at the lab.
Your wife was never pregnant.
Where on earth did you get the idea she had a miscarriage? Mr.
Campbell? It's the last chance you've been waiting for Are you gonna be the one everyone adores Every night Yeah.
Hey, Brooke, come here.
What-- what? What? God, Billy, what's gotten into you? You didn't miscarry anything! The truth! There never was a baby.
But I thought that there was.
And when there wasn't, you knew I'd be upset, and you figured, "What the hell? I'll just hurt him anyway.
I'll hurt him so bad that his heart'll break and he won't even know it's a lie!" It's so sick, Brooke.
It's so damn sick it makes me want to puke! Please don't yell at me.
What am I supposed to do, just keep taking it? Huh? I'm already a complete idiot for just standing around and accepting all this.
"Fine, Brooke.
Sure, Brooke.
Anything you want, Brooke.
" You know, I've just had it.
You know, I'm not just some tool to make you pregnant-- to get your money for you! I swear, I don't even care-- Oh, just stop lying! It has always been about the money! Your mother's, then your father's, then the trust fund for the baby that you never even wanted until there was a million dollars attached to it! Please, Billy, just listen to me! No! I am through, all right? I give up.
This marriage-- this whole sham-- is over.
It's over.
[music playing.]
Mmm.
Excellent scotch, old man.
I'm glad you like it.
So, Amanda tells me that you've got some legal troubles.
A, uh-- malpractice case? You know, for a couple of people who are trying to get away from each other, you two are spendin' a lot of time together.
[wincing.]
I promised I'd be the perfect houseguest, and already I'm shootin' my damn fool mouth off.
Don't worry about it.
Listen, if you need some legal help, I have this new attorney I put on exclusive retainer.
Well, I-- I got my own people, thanks.
Maybe you oughta take it easy on that.
It's another hour till New Year's.
Gee, Bob, thanks for the concern, but I can handle it.
Amanda: Hey, guys.
Come outside.
It's a gorgeous night.
You know, I think I'll shower.
Why don't you come with me, Amanda? We can ring in the New Year on our own.
Hmm? Little chill in the air, huh? Can I get you a sweater? No, no, I'm fine.
Just enjoying the quiet.
It's so beautiful out here in Palm Springs.
[clearing throat.]
So you know I'm terrible at smalltalk.
[chuckling.]
Me, too.
You know, I never met your husband, but from what I heard, he was a nice guy.
Mmm.
This is probably a mistake-- coming here so soon after his death.
I don't blame Amanda.
She meant well.
God, listen to me.
Like you're even interested.
You're very beautiful, Alison.
I'm not Amanda.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's none of my business.
Happy New Year, Alison.
Don't you dare pass out on me.
I'm sorry I was such an idiot down there.
So now show me how big a man you can be.
Michael, I-- I don't know about this.
Maybe you should just take me back to the hospital.
Jane, your insurance is running out, and you need a new environment.
I can't believe you'd wanna go back to that building with Richard and Jo right upstairs, practically living together.
And this way, Syd and I can be at your beck and call Michael, it's such a burden.
Don't worry.
I'll free Syd up of some of her office duties, and, uh, you know-- she can take you to therapy, get you whatever you need.
No problem, right, Syd? You keep saying you wanna help Jane.
Sounds great.
Can't wait.
Good.
Then I'll tell you what-- you can start by digging up some blankets and a pillow.
The couch gonna be okay for you, Jane? Uh, yeah, it's fine.
You know what, Syd? Make that two pillows, if you can find 'em.
Well, it's almost midnight, and I know how you love watchin' the ball drop in Times Square.
Hey-- hey, you remember right after we were married, we didn't have a dime to our name? And that's how we spent New Year's-- watchin' the ball drop.
Right on the tube.
Yeah.
Well, okay, on three, all right? Okay.
One, two and three.
[grunting.]
Oh! [grunting.]
[clearing throat.]
I can't find anything in here.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
You wanna take a shot at explaining this? You're the one who needs to be the perfect sister.
I'm just here to assist.
And get her into bed.
Again.
Course, now she'll just lie there limp.
Then again, that's probably all she's ever done.
Oh, you are so disgusting.
How long? Is she staying here? Well, Syd as long as it takes.
I couldn't sleep, either.
[chuckling.]
I was working out my resolutions.
Long list this year.
I've only got one-- stop lying, pretending I don't have feelings for you.
When the truth is, I love you so much it's tearing me apart.
I thought I could just bury it.
It's useless.
I can't.
[fireworks whistling.]
Billy? Billy? Billy, what are you doing here? How did you find us? Oh Amanda always leaves forwarding addresses on her voicemail.
Guess I didn't know where else to go, so I just drove and drove, and ended up here.
You didn't come out here just to see me.
You're right.
I had a fight with Brooke.
This whole thing has just blown up in my face.
The miscarriage was a lie.
She was never pregnant.
And I'm leaving her for real.
For good.
Wow.
Are you sure this is the-- the right way to handle it? Just run away? She probably has the whole world out looking for you.
[chuckling.]
"Fugitive from a Bad Marriage: The Billy Campbell Story.
" Sounds like a TV movie of the week.
You gotta go back.
I can't.
I'm too tired.
And I need somebody to talk to.
All right.
I'll drive you, then.
We'll get some breakfast.
What about your vacation? Well, let me tell you, this has been anything but a vacation.
It's not that I'm not grateful.
Till now, your advice has been wonderful.
But this is a real problem.
I mean, I did just like you said.
I have been great to Jane.
The perfect little nursemaid.
But now Michael has got her in our house-- living there.
And that wasn't quite the idea.
Well, not yours, of course.
Well, Jane could've said no.
Well, she had to move somewhere, and downstairs from Jo probably wouldn't be a first choice.
Well, that's the one good thing-- Jane's main suspects remain Richard and Jo.
They walk in her room, she goes bonkers.
Still, they are determined to prove their innocence.
God, I'd be so much better off if Jane had just died.
Oh! Don't you say that.
Don't you ever, ever say that.
I didn't mean it.
It's just a figure of speech.
I love my sister, I really do.
I She's just my weakness.
What you just saw, Sydney-- that's my weakness, and you must avoid it at all costs.
Violence and anger only beget more violence and anger.
Compassion and understanding are the only emotions that will help you overcome your tremendous guilt.
I know, I know.
You're right.
I need more self-control.
It's just when my relationship with Michael gets threatened, I stop thinking clearly.
But you care about Jane.
Yes.
You care what happens to her.
Yes.
And you'll help her.
Yes, I will try.
I will keep trying.
Good girl.
Man [over P.
A.
System.]
: The white zone is for the loading and unloading of passengers only.
No parking.
I'll park the car and then I'll, uh, meet you at the gate.
Nah, don't bother.
We can just say goodbye here.
I mean, anyway, it's not really goodbye, right? I'll be back for a visit in a month or two, and until then, uh-- don't fall in love with anyone else, okay? Alan.
Wait.
Well, what's wrong? Forget about New York and move in with me.
But-- I-- I was-- I was gonna ask you before the whole New York thing came up, but I was scared.
I didn't-- I didn't want to rush it.
Look, I know you got the stage in New York, and that there's a lot of other opportunities, but You know, I'm offering you something more here.
It's a chance for both of us to have a relationship to-- with someone that we care about.
Matt, Matt-- but my plane-- Please come on, please stay with me.
You don't know how much I was hoping you'd ask.
I just I knew it had to be your decision.
So, yeah.
Yeah, I'll move in with you, Matt.
[phone ringing.]
Sydney [on answering machine.]
: Hi, you've reached the offices of Burns-Mancini.
If you want to leave a message for Peter Burns, Michael Mancini, or Sydney Andrews, please talk at the beep.
[beeping.]
Peter? It's Amanda.
I was hoping you'd be there.
Um What's going on? You left this morning without a word.
I hope you're not mad at me.
If you get this message, please call me.
I love you.
[hanging up.]
[door opening.]
There you go.
Happy New Year, pal.
Your malpractice problem case closed.
Let me guess-- you made him an offer he couldn't refuse.
It's a legitimate settlement.
You don't think I know what this is really about? I did a favor for a friend.
So, when you need a favor in return, say, like-- for me to quietly and without a fuss turn Amanda over to you, I'll willingly comply? You know you're really startin' to tick me off? Well, I'm way past ticked.
Thanks for nothin'.
I'm just gonna forget this ever happened.
Well, see if you can forget this.
That was a mistake, Doctor.
Do it again, it'll be your last.
Well, I can take it from here.
So, thanks for breakfast, and lunch, and, uh for listening.
Oh-- Right.
Happy New Year.
Good luck, Billy.
Thanks.
Good night.
[phone buzzing.]
Brooke.
Brooke? Oh, my God.