Melrose Place s04e18 Episode Script

Hello.
Sydney, do you mind? I just got settled.
Sydney.
You have a doctor's appointment.
But we've got plenty of time.
I thought you were gonna get these batteries charged.
Who needs batteries when you've got me to wait on you hand and foot? Wait, where's my purse? It's right here.
You're welcome.
And I'm fine today, too, thank you for asking.
[thudding.]
Ow! God, Sydney.
Would you slow down? Shouldn't you be hobbling around on a cane by now? I thought you'd be recuperating much faster.
Oh, you were the one who insisted I stay with you, remember? [sighing.]
I know, but maybe I'm not cut out for menial work.
I mean, I'm a career-oriented person.
I have a job-- a relationship.
Oh, please, Michael does not have relationships.
He sucks the life out of 'em.
Of course, that's probably what you want.
You seem to respond to being used and abused.
But I gotta ask you, Sydney, is it really worth all that misery? Sydney, are you listening? Sydney, what are you doing? Hey, what are you doing? Idiot.
[screaming.]
Sydney, are you listening? Sydney.
Come on, what are you waiting for? I was just thinking.
What? How lucky you are to have me for your sister.
Aw, come on, Amanda.
Ah, hold still.
I'm almost done.
This some kinky fetish of yours, hmm? Make love to a guy and then cut his hair off? You're an executive now.
You gotta look the part-- which means shorter hair.
[chuckling.]
Remember that song, I Love You Just The Way You Are? And I do, but I'm not the one you have to impress at the meetings.
Did I impress you last night? A couple of times.
[chuckling.]
Well, something's bothering you, and it's not my hair.
I was thinking about Peter.
I really should talk to him.
Peter's a smart guy.
I'm sure he knows exactly what's going on.
I know, but-- If you want, I'll talk to him.
No, don't.
I'll handle it.
So you feel a little guilty.
But a bunch of gab isn't gonna make it any easier on him.
When I lost you to Jack, you and I never talked.
We got past it.
[scoffing.]
Five years later.
I'd like to think I learned something from my past mistakes, and I'm not just gonna leave this hanging.
You've gotta understand, this is just something I've gotta do.
Mm-hmm.
Then you should do it.
Is that mine? No.
God, this is the third time this week someone has swiped our paper.
Only cost you It's not that, it's-- oh, forget it.
Brooke, wait.
If you're upset, and you need to talk-- Why would you possibly care? I'm your father's widow.
That makes us family, in a way.
Maybe I can help.
It's just [sighing.]
some mornings I wake up, and I feel so left out in the cold.
Daddy's gone, and now Billy and I You'll work it out.
We haven't yet.
You don't know, Alison.
I've had to work so hard at this relationship, and all you do is bat your eyelashes and Billy goes running off to find you in Santa Barbara or Palm Springs.
It's not the same for me.
Have you ever thought that maybe you try too hard? No harder than I am right now.
[sighing.]
I'm sorry.
Being a bitch has become a reflex action.
[chuckling.]
God, look at me-- I'm not even dressed and I've got an entire pile of reports to finish for Amanda this morning.
You know, um-- I have to go into work early, anyway.
I can get a jump-start on those for you.
I really don't have time to read this.
Thanks, Alison.
Hey, Billy.
See you at the office.
Yep.
So, what was that all about? Oh, Alison, what a sap.
[chuckling.]
You must be hungry.
Come on, I'll make you some pancakes.
No need to rush into work when our little eager beaver is taking care of things.
[laughing.]
Hey! Come back here, you little vixen! Michael, everyone can see us.
Good.
Let them see the best sex on this side of broad beach.
That's it, Kimberly hurt me Ugh.
[whistling.]
I wondered if you were gonna sleep all day.
Let me ask you something, Petey-- you got me in the same room Kimberly slept in when she was here? As much as you may have suspected there was something going on, that's where she slept, yes.
Why? I think it's haunted.
[knocking on door.]
Oh-- that's okay.
Michael.
What are you doing here? Just crashing for a few days.
My beach house is unlivable due to unforeseen circumstances-- a freak of nature.
Actually, a freak of nature and her sister.
He'll be here for a few days, then he's gone.
Hello, Amanda.
Can we talk? Come in.
Cappuccinos all around? Maybe we should do this out here.
Put a robe on, for God's sake.
You're frightening the neighbors.
All right, Amanda, I know you well enough not to expect an apology.
What is this? I guess it's an explanation.
I never meant to hurt you.
I'm in love with Bobby.
So, what was it with me, hmm? An act of mercy for helping you out of the Jack mess, the Michael mess, and the Sydney mess? Okay, yes, there was a certain amount of gratitude at hand.
Gratitude? Go to hell.
No, Peter.
Peter, Peter-- I didn't know then that that's what it was.
I mean, I guess I know now.
All I ever wanted in you was a woman who I don't know.
I'm not that woman, Peter.
You don't believe that.
I know you don't.
[knocking on door.]
Jo.
Uh we have to talk.
What's goin' on, Matt? Uh, the pills you gave me-- they're sleeping pills.
Strong ones.
Pure Phenobarbital.
Really? Mm-hmm.
Thanks, matt.
Jo, where you goin'? Jane was pumping pure Phenobarbital when she had her stroke.
Is that an accusation, Matt? You know, it's no secret that things have been pretty tense around here since you and Richard got involved.
And you think I could be so stupid to bring these pills to you if I had anything to do with what happened? I can't believe you, of all people, are jumping to conclusions.
It wasn't so long ago people made false accusations about you killing Paul's wife.
That was different.
It isn't.
The jealous lover tries to kill the wife-- in this case, the fiancée.
You know I couldn't do this any more than you could.
Okay.
Okay, if you didn't do it, you must know who did.
Who? Richard? Matt, I have to handle this myself, so just stay out of it.
[door opens, closes.]
Mrs.
Mancini.
Hi, come on in.
Dr.
Barth, I appreciate you seeing me.
Well, it's always worthwhile to get a second opinion.
Now, I've gone over your chart, and it looks very encouraging.
Uh, your stroke only involved a small part of the brain, affecting your right arm and leg.
I've been doing the physical therapy, and nothing is working.
Recovery is a slow, uncertain process.
No one can just wave a wand.
It takes hard work.
Hours and hours.
You doctors.
All you have to do is sit behind your desk, study charts and give advice.
It's easy for you.
[chuckling.]
Well, it's easier than you think.
Look, Jane obviously, I do understand what you're goin' through, but there's a big difference.
I'll never walk again.
You might.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry.
I let go of my self-pity a long time ago.
Now it's your turn.
Hi.
Jake, hi.
You need some help? Yeah, thanks.
So, you came to see me? Yeah, when I couldn't reach you at the beach house, I thought I'd take a chance.
I just want to see how you're doin'.
Physically, uh pretty damn rotten.
Emotionally, even worse.
Richard's trying to screw me out of the company, but I'm not gonna let him.
Michelle Tyler.
Michelle, hi.
It's Jane Mancini.
I'm back.
Hi, Jane.
Richard said you were out.
I don't care what Richard said.
He's not in charge, I am.
Okay, fine.
After all, they are my designs.
I know that.
Listen, I want you to call me when you're ready to place an order, okay? That's not a problem.
I can do that.
Good.
I'll talk to you later.
All right.
Bye.
Stickin' it back to Richard, eh? Why not? He put me in this wheelchair.
Yeah, so to speak.
No, not so to speak.
Jake, I'm pretty sure Richard was the one who slipped those drugs into my drink.
And when I can prove it, I'm gonna nail him to the wall.
Jane, whatever happened, you gotta let it go, focus on recovery.
Isn't walking again the most important thing? You know what, Jake? I get enough of that kind of advice around here.
I don't need it from you, too.
[sighing.]
I'm sorry.
Don't worry about it.
Boy, you look like you could use one of these.
What's up? I had those pills analyzed.
The same drug that caused Jane's stroke.
Go to the police, Jo, so they can reopen the investigation.
No, I can't, not without talking to Richard first.
I almost did today, but I just couldn't find the right moment.
If you don't wanna confront him, I'd be happy to.
Forget it, Jake.
Sorry I'm late.
All hell is breaking loose.
Can you believe it? Jane is stopping orders on her own company.
It's crazy.
Funny, she tells a different story.
In fact, the opposite story.
Richard would like a beer, maybe.
Yeah, bar boy, stick with what you know.
Admit it, you put Jane in that damn chair so you could have the business all to yourself.
Well, I wish I would've thought of it, but I can't take the credit.
All right, both of you, just stop it.
There you go, Jo.
What more proof do you need? Please? Come on, let's get outta here.
Hang on a second.
What's he talkin' about? What proof? I found pills in your drawer.
Phenobarbital.
Exactly what was in Jane's bloodstream after her stroke.
So, you think that I tried to kill her? That's great, Jo.
That's really great.
Thanks.
You have to go to the cops, Jo.
You don't have a choice anymore.
I found this in your bed.
To my recollection, you've not been in my bed for quite some time, Michael.
Well, all you have to do is say pretty please.
[clearing throat.]
I'm, um-- I'm staying at Peter's, which is why I'm here.
I need your help.
You gotta tell Sydney that she and her sister have to get out of my house.
As Sydney's therapist, I cannot unduly influence my patient in any way.
Oh, doctor, doctor, I know for a fact that it was your bright idea that Sydney take care of Jane after her stroke.
Actually, yes, Sydney and I came up with that one together.
Seemed like the perfect solution.
Your first ex-wife, who's now your mistress, moves in with you and your second ex-wife, who's now your girlfriend, and then you come to your present wife to sort this all out.
You do remember we're still married? An oversight, but easily correctable.
[clearing throat.]
Michael.
There you are.
Oh, what's this? Oh, it's just a little personal item from Michael's fetish collection.
Oh, and he can keep it.
Kimberly, will you excuse us a minute? I need to talk to Michael privately.
Yeah, I gotta talk to you, too.
Michael, this is so silly.
When are you coming home? As soon as you get your sister and her electric buggy out of my house.
Believe me, I don't want her around any more than you do, but what am I supposed to do? You figure it out.
But if you don't get her out, then I'll have to evict you both.
Well Kimberly, wait.
Um, I can't.
I've got a class.
Wait! Wait, you have to listen to me.
My life is a living hell.
I'm pushing my crippled egocentric sister around all day, here to there, there to here, and now, Michael won't come home until she's gone.
How do I get rid of her? Well, I'd have to, um, side with Michael on this one.
You both should move out of his house.
What? I assumed you wanted my honest opinion.
Oh.
You're really enjoying this, aren't you? Not at all, Sydney.
When a patient of mine is in trouble, it troubles me.
Then help me find a way out of this.
I can't be around Jane another minute.
I just know I'm gonna slip up.
I'm gonna say something or do something to give myself away, and then Jane is gonna realize that I am the one who drugged her.
Let your fingers do the walking, Syd.
I'd try under "C" for convalescent home.
[knocking, door opening.]
[sighing.]
Richard, about last night, I shouldn't have brought Jake into it.
I should've come to you first.
You really can't believe that I tried to kill her.
Jo, look at me.
Do you know me? After all we've shared? I've opened myself up to you completely.
We've talked about everything.
Except for Jane.
Whenever that subject comes up, you close up like it's off-limits.
I have never lied to you, Jo.
Then tell me the truth-- did you do it? No.
What about those pills? Look, uh I don't know.
I can't explain that.
So, what am I supposed to do? Well, I know what I do when I care about someone.
Like when we went to Hawaii, I knew that ending my engagement with Jane would jeopardize our working relationship, but I was willing, because I had finally found a loving and honest woman who was worth risking everything for.
But, you know, that's-- that's me.
You obviously feel differently, so call the cops.
Here.
'Cause I really don't care anymore.
I know I asked you to help out, but enough is enough, okay? Make Brooke do her own work.
It's okay, Billy.
I don't mind.
You like working overtime and not getting paid for it? My nights get lonely.
It helps keep me busy.
You see, that is exactly what Brooke's playing into.
She has got you wired to that whole "abandoned child" routine.
Like things were so wonderful when Hayley was around.
You know what I mean.
Billy lots of fathers and daughters have problems.
That doesn't make Hayley a bad father or Brooke a terrible daughter.
Be patient with her.
I've tried that.
Not to mention understanding and sympathy.
Nothing makes a difference.
Okay? You never know what's going to upset her, or what she's liable to do.
Well, we both know what she's already tried.
[muffled.]
Yeah, it's comin' over right now.
[beep.]
So, what do you think? $1,000 a month? What are you, a nursing home or a country club? I can't possibly afford this.
Well, is there some other family member possibly who could help out? Um, could I get back to you? Sure.
Mr.
Thomas Garrison's chief complaint is right upper-quadrant pain radiating-- uh, the pain is radiating to the upper gastrium.
He has no localized tender Black, no sugar, right? What do you want? I thought you might like some coffee.
You don't do coffee, Sydney, so you must want something.
[sighing.]
Well, I was just wondering how things are going with you and Michael living together.
Wonderful.
Every day, I think of new and interesting ways to kill him.
I know what you mean.
It's the same nightmare with me and Jane, but breathe easy.
I have the perfect fix.
I'm shipping Jane out to a nursing home, which means Michael can come home, but there's just one minor detail getting in the way.
No, no, no, hold it here.
Now, if this is an appeal for money, you can just forget it.
This is your family, it's your problem.
Actually, it's yours, because until I can get Jane out, you're looking at Michael as your roommate permanently.
So I've got a dozen price quotes.
Everything from a snake pit to the Ritz.
Leave them on my desk.
But I'm not promising anything.
If anyone needs me, I'll be at the golf course.
Have a nice day, Sydney.
Don't forget keep your head down.
Crawl back under your rock, Parezi.
We got nothin' to talk about.
I got the final settlement papers.
That malpractice suit would've wiped out your private practice.
Glad I could take care of it.
We're even.
It's always a score card with you, isn't it? I keep my practice, you get the girl.
Or do you? You know, no one "gets" Amanda.
She does what she wants.
One day she just might want me back.
I'm warning you stay away from her.
Or what? What're you gonna do? Whatever it takes.
Just sign 'em.
Send 'em back to my lawyer.
You set me up from the beginning, didn't you? That's right.
Now, like I said We're even.
You really oughta do somethin' about that slice.
Alison: You know, you didn't have to carry this.
No problem.
Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
Hey, wait.
This was the only picture I had of me and Hayley.
That's it.
Billy, wait.
Billy, don't! Why are you doing this? Why are you protecting her? This is exactly what she wants us to do, don't you see? She is taunting us, daring you to push her over the edge.
We need to help her.
This is so far beyond help.
She is out of control.
All right? So save yourself, turn your back and walk the other way.
I can't.
Because of Hayley.
Hayley? He'd want me to do whatever I can to help Brooke.
Billy, please, for my sake don't talk to Brooke when you're this angry.
I cannot let her do this to you.
Well, you were right about one thing-- I definitely married the wrong woman.
It should've been you.
I'm late for an appointment.
You're never late, Amanda.
You're always at least Peter, there's nothing left to say.
It's over.
Then why did you send Mr.
Mook to talk to me? I dunno what you're talking about.
Who's Mr.
Mook? Bobby came to see me, threatening me to stay away from you.
He may say he's out of the family enterprises, but he still plays by their rules.
I don't know anything about this.
Really? He didn't tell you? Maybe you should tighten your leash.
Bobby does whatever he wants.
I don't keep a leash on him.
Oh, I think you do.
I think you got yourself a big, dumb dog to make you feel all safe and protected.
Well, maybe I need someone like that to keep away rabid strays like you.
Is this how it's gonna be? Every time I turn around, I'll be seeing you? You're not that lucky.
You're on your own with this one, kid.
I'm ready for my close-up, Mr.
DeMille.
[chuckling.]
Whoa! Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoah whoah.
Whoa, Alan.
Alan? I am Dr.
Wesley Prescott III, lost on an African relief mission.
I appear in a short but pivotal dream which jars Monica's memory and brings her out of her amnesia.
You got the job? Yeah, I got the part! Congratulations.
You know, it's, um-- it's only a day's work, but if they like me, it could turn into a bigger role.
[chuckling.]
So, uh let's go out tonight.
My treat.
Whoa, well-- I-- I've-- I've got a quarterly cardiac diagnosis exam tomorrow, I Figures.
It's always something.
Come on, can't we do it another night? This is an important exam.
Look, yeah, I understand school's important.
We, I mean, we both want you to do well.
Look don't worry about me.
Alan, come on.
Somethin' really great has happened to me, and well, I-- I wanted to share it with you.
Well, it's just you know what? I get a little obsessive about the school, and I know it's a lousy excuse, but it's the only one I've got.
I'm proud of you "Wesley".
[chuckling.]
So, look, if the offer's still open, just give me an hour to finish up, and let's go out, okay? And I can give you a few pointers on how to be a real doctor.
Congratulations.
Excuse us, handicapped person coming through.
Watch out for the wheelchair.
Hey, bozo, outta the way.
Perhaps you'd like a bullhorn.
Perfect.
No one will ever suspect you're a cripple.
In a wheelchair.
Maybe you'll even get lucky.
Wait.
We-- we were supposed to go out together.
Well, we are out.
You're here, and I'll be somewhere else.
Sydney, you can't just leave me here.
Oh, God, Sydney what are you doing? I'll be back.
Eventually.
Party hardy.
Would you like a beer? [sighing.]
Yeah.
Oh.
I wasn't sure if you'd wanna talk to me.
You caught me at a pretty bad day at the hospital.
Oh, don't worry about it.
The doctors just keep giving me the runaround, you know? They tell me to be patient.
But I just can't stand being a burden to everyone.
[sighing.]
It's just so damn depressing.
I guess that means you don't wanna dance? [laughing.]
No, not tonight.
But I'll definitely take a rain check.
Man: We won the Millikin award for most improved sanitary conditions last year.
We serve three hot meals a day.
There's bingo, aqua-aerobics, movies every third Friday night.
Hmm.
Jane likes movies.
Well, if your sister's anything like you, it'll be a real treat having her here.
[chuckles.]
But $1,000 a month.
Um what about a roommate? Or two.
The more, the merrier.
Hmm.
Okay with a roommate and no window, like we talked about, I could bring it down to $850.
You know [clearing throat.]
she never eats breakfast.
Nah, I couldn't do it for any less than $750.
Oh well, it would've been nice.
It's just the kinda place I would enjoy spending a lot of time-- you know, hanging out with Jane, and of course, I'd visit with you, but I can't afford it.
$650.
That's my limit.
I can work with that.
Mr.
Kingston.
Call me Harlan.
Michael: Aw, man, we should not be sittin' around here.
I know a great bar with beautiful, topless women.
The happiest place on earth.
Huh? We'll meet some babes, have a great time I'm only interested in one woman, Michael.
[sighing.]
Yeah, but the hard facts are, you lost her, pal.
Amanda's with bobby.
That doesn't mean anything.
I know you can't relate to that, 'cause anytime there's a sign of trouble, you run away-- from Jane, or Sydney, or Kimberly, but I don't give up that easily.
You and I both know when Amanda makes a decision, that's it.
Open your eyes, pal.
You may learn something.
It may take some time, but I'll get her back.
Yeah, but why go through all the trouble? Do what I do, huh? Let 'em go.
Then they'll come bouncin' back better than before.
Like Kimberly.
That's not even mildly amusing.
Whenever you two are together, it's like Chernobyl-- even worse.
I know, but I'm gettin' signals.
Stick with Sydney.
She adores every ugly thing about you.
[knocking on door.]
You're up.
Are you going to get it? It's your house.
[knocking.]
Peter, you gotta help me.
Sydney, Sydney, Sydney-- Sydney! Oh.
I found it, Peter.
A nursing home for Jane.
It's an unbelievable deal.
$650 per month.
I can come up with $400 if you can come up with $250 per month-- All right, all right.
Plus $600 deposit fee-- Okay, all right.
Under two conditions.
First, don't tell Michael I'm involved.
No problem.
Second? Get him outta here as quickly as you can.
How's tomorrow? Hey, I just ordered pizza.
Sydney.
What do you want? [chuckling.]
Well, I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about.
Excuse me.
Jane is shipping out to a nursing home.
How did you swing that? Who knew they'd take charity cases? Although I'm sure gonna miss the handicapped parking.
[chuckling.]
Anyway, you can move back tomorrow night.
I'll fix you a nice dinner.
Sorry, Petey and I are watchin' the playoff game tomorrow night.
Michael I know how you get when you haven't had a woman in a while.
You start chasin' around usually after someone who's very, very bad for you when all along you've got me who's very, very good for you.
So chase me.
I just might.
We can start tomorrow night.
[door opening, closing.]
Brooke: Sweetheart? Can you help carry in the pasta? It's just like when we were first together.
Everything's so perfect.
Just 'cause we haven't talked about it doesn't mean there isn't anything wrong.
Why? What's the matter? So, why did you trash Alison's apartment? This is so unfair.
No matter how you feel towards her, you have no right-- Right? What right did she have to turn my father against me, or to try to take you away from me, too? She's the only one that's been on your side.
Stop it! Stop defending her! All you do is defend her! Everything she does is perfect! She's always right and I'm always wrong! That's all I've been hearing since we got married! Well, I did it, okay? I wrecked her apartment! I did it, I did it, I did it! Are you happy now? No! I did it because of you, Billy.
You're breaking my heart.
All you care about is her.
It's always about her! What about me? Stop it, now! Look at this! Oh I'm sorry.
I'll clean it up.
I can't live like this anymore.
Billy? Billy.
Billy, stop.
I'm your wife! You're not the woman I married, all right, you changed! Get off me.
What, you think you're gonna run to Alison's arms? You're not rich enough for that money-grubbing slut! You're my husband, Billy.
For life! For the rest of your life! Jo, please my, uh-- my car battery's dead.
I could really use a lift.
All right, get in.
Jo, wait.
Listen, I didn't go to the police, and I'm not going to.
I am sorry about this whole mess.
No, I'm the one who's sorry.
I haven't been completely honest with you.
Jane's impossible sometimes.
The way she uses people, her underhanded way of doing business-- it drives me crazy and I've had thoughts but Jo, I would never do anything about 'em.
I know that, Richard.
I tried not to let my anger towards her affect us, but it did.
I pushed you away.
I was scared when I found those pills.
Suddenly I didn't trust my feelings for you, yet at the same time, I didn't understand why I couldn't go to the police.
I realized how deeply I have fallen in love with you.
Why don't I follow you home? What about your car? That's the last lie I ever tell you.
Mm-hmm.
Woman: Yes, uh, she's the first door on the right.
Uh-huh.
Yep, that's it.
Uh, hi, excuse me.
I'm looking for Alycia Barett.
Barnett.
Right.
That's me.
What can I do for you? I'm Peter burns.
Oh, right-- the, uh, malpractice settlement.
If you're looking for Bobby, his office is in Century City.
I was told to return these to you I think.
So, here they are.
All signed and dated.
Could've mailed them.
What, and miss the opportunity of meeting you? Actually, I wanted to thank you personally for helping me out of this mess.
Bobby asked me to take care of it, so I did.
Just doing my job.
Right.
He must have a lot of legal work, huh? I mean, to keep an attorney full-time.
Whatever you wanna know about my client, you'll have to ask him.
Actually, I was curious if you ever have any free time.
If you need an attorney, I can recommend one, but if you need a date, Dr.
Burns, you're out of luck.
It's Peter.
And I'm a lot luckier than you think.
[door closing.]
It's so tranquil, Jane.
It's just the place to get away from it all and recuperate.
They have 24-hour care.
Sydney, this is an old folks' home.
Get me outta here.
Come on, Jane.
We'll just take a look around.
Where is your sense of adventure? Welcome, Jane.
I've heard so many wonderful things about you.
It's nice to finally meet you.
You know, several of our residents have suffered strokes, and there's great healing power talking with people who've shared the same experience.
See that, Jane? Healing power.
Now we just need your John Hancock on these admission forms, and then I'll take you to meet your roommates Dorothy and Olivia.
Uh, we just came to take a look.
No, no, don't be nervous.
Your room's all ready.
I'm not staying here.
Hold on, Jane.
Ow! Ow, my foot! I'm sorry about this.
Stop her! She has to sign these before we can admit her.
Give 'em to me.
Uh-- yeah-- and remember, no refund on deposits.
Keep her bed free.
We'll be back.
Jane.
Jane, wait.
How could you do this to me? Jane I'm sorry.
Take me home.
Now.
I'll go get the car.
Listen, um, can you keep an eye on things? I'm gonna go see Jane.
Yeah.
Well, how is she doing? Can you imagine being partially paralyzed and having to deal with Sydney? Matt.
Alycia.
You're working here? Well, yeah, part-time.
I'm back in med school full-time.
Terrific.
So, you can help me out here.
Um, I'm looking for the owner, Jake Hanson? That's me.
Alycia's in criminal litigation.
Oh, actually, I'm out of criminal law.
Really? Mm-hmm.
You know what? I've got ice melting, so [chuckling.]
Um, my client recently took over your loan.
Monty sold me out.
This is to your benefit.
Monty is a lowlife who offered you an illegal loan, but now we've turned it around into a legal investment.
Who's your client? He wishes to remain anonymous.
I'll handle all transactions.
Wait a minute, if I owe somebody money, I wanna know who it is.
Please, Mr.
Hanson, he prefers to be a silent partner, letting you run things your way.
And from what I know about Monty's way of doing business, I suggest you count your blessings.
Jane: Dinner smells great.
It's for me and Michael.
Oh, no way.
Forget it.
I am not having dinner with Michael.
Absolutely right.
You're not.
What are you-- what are you doing? It's only for a couple of hours.
Sydney.
I need to spend some quality time with Michael, only he won't stay if you're around.
You could've been watching Cocoon with the other residents, but you chose to stay here, so you have no one to blame but yourself.
Sydney.
Please, don't leave me out here.
No, not out here.
Out there-- on the beach.
It could get chilly.
Oh, damn, I have to get these batteries charged.
Jane: Sydney.
Sydney, what am I supposed to do out here for two hours? Sydney.
Come back! Damn you! Ugh.
Amanda.
Peter told me you went to see him.
That's right.
I specifically asked you not to.
I do what I think's best.
You accept that.
Nobody tells me what to do.
Nobody tells me what to do.
I guess that makes us two pretty stubborn people.
Stubborn people who can't keep their hands off each other.
Mmm.
Sydney: More cherry cheesecake? Michael: Oh, no thanks.
I couldn't eat another bite.
Oh, well feels good to be home.
Just one teeny-weeny snag.
Jane has this phobia about nursing homes.
Um, I think it's the blue hair, so she has to be talked into signing the admittance forms.
So, where is she now? Don't worry, she won't bother us, but it will be another day until she's officially out of here.
I promise, in the meantime to make it worth your while.
[chuckling.]
[knocking on door.]
Ah.
[clearing throat.]
Hi.
I came to see Jane.
Oh, she's out.
Right, Syd? Yeah, so come back in a few hours.
Where is she, Sydney? I wanna see her-- now.
She's out.
Out there.
Syd, she's been out there all this time? Yeah, she's fine.
I wouldn't worry about her.
Where were we? Here? Uh, no.
Here.
Jake: Jane? Jane! Jane! Jane: Help! Help! Jane? Jane: Somebody! Jane! Jane: Jake! Hang on! Jake! Okay.
[crying.]
Oh, thank god.
[coughing.]
What were you doin' out here? Sydney brought me out here.
And then the tide came in.
The surf was so strong, it kept pulling me out.
I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.