Melrose Place s04e31 Episode Script

Jake! Jake, stop it! Jake, this isn't the way to make things right! Get outta here.
If you kill him, what does that solve? Come on, Hanson.
I'll ram this down your throat.
This doesn't help Jane.
This is about her pain, not your anger.
She needs you.
She doesn't need you in jail.
You know, that's a good point, Alison.
Why don't we put this on the 911 tape? I hope you do call the cops.
It'll save me the trouble.
Look, I don't know what Jane told you went on between us in New York-- Rape went on between you! Well, I have a different perception, all right? Maybe we got our wires crossed.
You're scum.
No, no-- listen, Jake.
We'll take him to court.
He will not get away with this.
He will be convicted, and his life will fall apart.
Jane will survive.
You better hope you go to jail or else you're a dead man.
Damn it.
I've told you and I've told you and I've told you-- I had nothing to do with Bobby Parezi's death.
End of story.
It's the beginning of the story I want to hear down at the station.
Alycia Barnett killed him.
She said so.
I was talking to her on her car phone.
There was a lot of static, and we got cut off.
Oh, I'm sure she'll call you back.
It's only been, what, four hours.
Well, why don't you go and find her? She's Parezi's ex-lawyer.
Her name, again, is Alycia Barnett.
Barnett? She's right here, Dr.
Burns.
Paramedics just brought her in.
Motor vehicle accident.
D.
O.
A.
Alycia.
Peter.
Bobby told me you set him up and framed him for bribery.
You kept me in the dark! I've said it for the last time-- Never, never lie to me.
Don't know where we went wrong Hoping our love would last forever Picking up the pieces of my broken heart All the good times we had It's funny how it's gone so bad If I could turn back time I would do it right now I would do it again just to be with you I would never let you down For I know in my heart That without you, I live in the dark Once more you had motive and means, he was pushed out your window, there was a history of violence between you.
Am I leaving anything out? I'm not guilty.
Right.
Right, you couldn't have killed him, you were dining with, uh Kimberly Shaw at the Flight Jacket Cafe.
Ask her.
I would, but we can't find her.
Soa missing person, a deathbed confession nobody heard but you-- that's your hand? I'd say you're in trouble, pal.
Am I under arrest? Because if I am, I want my lawyer right now.
No.
You can go.
But I wanna see you back here tomorrow morning at 9:00 A.
M.
Michael: Peter! Have you seen Amanda? No, no.
So, what did you plead? Self-defense? I didn't kill him, Michael, and Kimberly's the only one who can vouch for me.
Where's she? How would I know? I've been sleeping at the hospital.
Well, we gotta find her, and it's not just for me, Michael.
I've had my suspicions, but I'm certain now.
She's suffering from multiple personality disorder.
And how, pray tell, did you come up with this diagnosis? Are you so dense that you haven't noticed a change in her? Well, sure, but I just confessed to a beauty pageant affair.
It's making her a little wiggy, that's all.
A little wiggy? Michael, this is the same woman who tried to kill you with a hammer in one of her personalities.
That was her? Yes, it was her! And what about the motorcycle mama? You think that's the same Kimberly who was buying Tupperware? Kimberly, Betsy-- hell, she could probably field a team by now.
You're serious about this.
She needs help, Michael.
She's lost.
And, God help me, I need her.
Alison: Jane, you have gotta go to the D.
A.
with this.
Let's get real, all right? I was drunk, we were celebrating, and I took him to my room.
Where he forced you to have sex with him.
That is rape.
That is real.
Don't presume to tell me how I feel about this.
[sighing.]
I'm not.
I'm not, I'm just-- I know the pain you must be going though, what any of us would feel.
I'm not any of us, I'm me.
And I just want to get on with my life.
I don't know how that's possible.
Jane, I didn't come here to beat you up.
I care about you.
Look, whatever you want to do, I'll support you.
[sighing.]
Thank you.
But-but just so you know-- I do have a friend at the D.
A.
's office.
Would you like me to call her for you? Jane: I was afraid to come, but I feel better just being here.
D.
A.
: Mm-hmm.
And it's such a relief that you're a woman, too.
I mean, I really didn't think I had a case, but now I feel like maybe there's hope.
Well, your instinct was right.
This'll be a tough one but it's doable.
Oh, I'm-- I'm glad you feel that way.
You're facing some big obstacles, though, and you need to know what they are going in.
Well, I know that it's his word against mine.
It's more than that.
You're known lovers, you'd been partying, you took him home.
Why'd you wait so long to report it? Yeah, you gotta get your story straight about that.
It's not a story.
I can get expert testimony to support whatever you say.
The real problem is that there's no physical evidence on your side, and all the witnesses at the party that night seem to confirm his story.
But he's guilty.
Certainly.
Now the next hurdle will be preparing you to have your sexual history paraded in front of the jury.
We'll do a mockup cross-exam, but these things can be brutal sometimes.
But he did it.
And we'll go after him for it.
But the odds are against conviction.
Still, prosecuting's a good thing.
It'll give you back a sense of your own personal power, and it, um, makes for a strong statement.
I'm not really one for making statements.
Look, I know all this must seem a bit harsh.
I just wanna give you a hint of what it'll be like, so you can make a realistic decision.
I appreciate it.
Jane, if you do have second thoughts about pressing charges, this isn't something you can just put away in a drawer.
You have to deal with it, one way or the other.
I can give you the name of a good therapist.
No.
No.
I think I'll deal with this all on my own.
Thank you.
It's 103.
4.
How long has this fever been this high? A couple of weeks, maybe? Yeah? What took you so long getting in here? My chauffer got lost.
I hate it when that happens.
Hi.
I'm Dr.
O'Malley.
Matt here has told me your story.
We're gonna bring you in the hospital for a few days, do some tests, get this thing cleared up.
What thing? Well, that's what we're gonna find out, isn't it? Nurse, take this young man down to X-ray, and then he's booked into 314.
Yes, Doctor.
Hold on, man.
What's going on? I mean, how sick am I? You're sick, okay? I don't know what.
You want to get better? You do as I say.
Have a seat.
Go ahead, take him.
Yes, Doctor.
[clears throat.]
That seemed a little, uh curt.
Well, I'm not in the touchy-feely business.
Look, you've gotta learn to separate yourself from your patients' emotionsand your own.
Easier said than done, especially with a kid that young.
He's of age, isn't he? Yeah, I checked his I.
D.
But he has no family.
He lives alone.
We're not gonna adopt him, Matt.
Remember: Detachment.
It clarifies thought.
It's a tool.
As a doctor, we gotta keep our tools sharp.
Sydney, I have to get to the hospital.
I want you to keep calling Kimberly.
I'm tired of calling her.
It just reminds me that Bobby is gone from my life.
Uh, Syd, Bobby was your roommate, Kimberly is my wife.
See? Bobby "was".
Kimberly "is".
[sighing.]
My loss is bigger than yours.
Just call her.
And try all of her numbers, starting with her cell phone.
What are you doing here? Just looking for a little conversation.
[sighing.]
Well I'm not very good company tonight, I'm afraid.
That's okay.
So, I have to sort through these prints, and mount them, crop them Do you mind if I watch? It relaxes me to see a craftsman at work.
Craftswoman.
Yeah.
I noticed.
Okay, you bought yourself a seat.
Pull all the black and whites.
[clears throat.]
I love sorting things.
It's my favorite form of relaxation.
I love sorting mail, laundry, white blood cells something very Zen about it.
Well, you can sort that pile right into the Zen dumpster out back.
Hmm, please, no dumpster talk.
We found a baby in one today behind the hospital.
Kid was nearly dead.
Oh, God.
How awful.
You know, I'll never get why a mother would have a baby if she can't deal with the responsibility of caring for it.
Well, you don't know her life circumstances.
Maybe she only had bad options.
Well, sure, okay, but when those choices affect someone else, I mean-- It just-- it seems selfish to me.
Oh, and I suppose you've been a single mother and you know what those pressures are all about.
Of course not, no.
Could you please leave? What did I do? I-- Nothing, I'm just really tired, and I wasn't expecting any company.
Listen, if it's something I said-- No, just go, okay? Okay.
[doorbell ringing.]
I've decided not to run away anymore.
I have to confront this.
All right.
It's truth time, Peter.
I have to know.
Did you set Bobby up? Well, it's not that simple, Amanda.
[sighing.]
There were certain levels of deception-- No.
No more lies! This is too important.
Alycia and I framed Bobby.
She wanted the company.
I wanted you.
So Bobby was clean all along? He never bribed any politicians? No.
But I didn't kill him, either.
You've got to believe that.
He was in your office.
He left a message on my machine saying that he heard someone coming.
He thought it was you.
It was Alycia.
I was having dinner with Kimberly.
Hardly a reliable witness.
I'm the reliable witness here.
Now, you said that you wanted the truth.
Well, I'm an open book.
The stakes are too high for anything else.
I don't know.
I better go.
I have to think about it.
No, no, no.
No more running! And no more lies! I need you.
I hate what you did.
Bobby didn't deserve that.
I didn't believe him.
He didn't deserve that, either.
I know he didn't.
I was wrong, and I'm sorry.
But I couldn't stand to lose you.
Now, if you don't love me, then leave.
But if you do I need to know it.
[sighing.]
That's okay, Peter.
I can wait until you're alone.
[knocking on door.]
Hi.
We didn't hear from you.
How'd it go with the D.
A.
? Just like I predicted.
She said a trial would be humiliating, degrading, and that I would probably lose.
Wait, I don't understand.
Does this mean you're not gonna pursue it? Yeah.
It's over.
Over? Nothing is over.
Are you just gonna make believe it never happened? I'm not gonna let this dirtbag walk.
Jake, it's not about-- No, it's about Jane.
But it's tearing me up inside.
Look at her.
I'm sorry, I know this is making me crazy, but I gotta do something.
Maybe you'd better just leave.
Jane, please, let me take care of you.
Look, you've done what you could.
Don't stay all bottled up.
You're gonna explode.
Well, then you better stay far away if you don't wanna get hurt.
Amanda: I've gotta run, I'm late for work.
Meet me for lunch? Yeah, I'd better call in.
I've got that police interview in an hour, and I'm not sure how long it's gonna go.
Okay.
I'm here for you, Peter.
No matter what.
[door closes.]
Kimberly.
Can I come in? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm glad you're here.
Are you all right? No, um, I'm worse.
I think Michael's cheating just pushed me over the edge.
You have to help me, Peter.
I need hospitalization.
All right, I'll call Wilshire Memorial.
No.
No, it has to be some-- somewhere where nobody knows me, otherwise it's too humiliating.
Right, well, I'm sure we can find-- I found a place.
It's called Willow Bridge.
It's up north.
I already called them, and they have space for me.
That's-- That's very brave of you.
But you're safe now, all right? I'm here.
You can't imagine how comforting that is.
I'll take you right to Willow Bridge, but first we have to go to the police station, and you have to confirm that we were together the other night, okay? Okay, Peter.
Whatever you need.
Good.
Matt: Fever to 104 last night.
Chest's negative and blood culture's negative.
Tell me, are you having any joint pains? Yeah.
I got a big pain in my butt joint.
I want out of here.
What's the matter? What are you, scared to stay in the hospital? What do you think's gonna happen? The boogeyman, maybe? I ain't scared.
Then quit your whining.
We're giving you three hots and a cot.
That's a hell of a lot better than what you get on the street.
Listen, we'll be the ones to tell you when it's time to leave.
Good job.
It's tricky sometimes making sure a patient doesn't sabotage his own therapy.
The hard part's pretending you don't care.
Well, if it gets too hard for you, maybe you can go back to being a social worker.
You know what? That happens to be a very important job in this hospital.
I see nothing wrong with showing-- Touchy, touchy.
Now, you're gonna have to get a thicker skin than that if you wanna stay on my team.
Knock, knock.
I thought I warned you not to tell anyone what happened in New York.
Who else did you talk to, the cops? No.
No police.
Well, you obviously cried to your boyfriend.
I'm telling you, he better not show his face here again.
You don't have to worry about Jake or Alison anymore.
They're old baggage.
I'm cleaning house.
Mm-hmm.
So, what do you want, then? Well, I think it's time that we put our bad memories aside.
I don't have any bad memories.
Well, that's good.
Then it should be easy.
We need to stay on task.
We have a business to run.
I'm glad you finally came to your senses.
What happened between us was special.
And it always will be.
Well, I think we both know what we want by now, and we're mature enough to go for it.
Well, let's get busy, then.
Okay.
Peter: It's just one more block to the station.
I want you to know this is really gonna help me, Kimberly.
That's what friends are for, Peter.
And I just want you to know that I'll make sure that they take good care of you.
Ow! [wincing.]
Kimberly What did you-- What did you give me? Just a little something to calm you down.
Don't be angry, Peter.
I'm not angry.
And don't worry.
I'll take care of you.
Just call the police station.
It's right down the street.
Oh, I think a hospital is a better place for you in this condition.
What are you doing? I'd better drive.
I don't think you'd pass a sobriety test.
Kimberly [sighing.]
Kimberly.
Amanda.
I phoned you from the car.
They said you weren't taking calls.
I am kinda busy, actually.
Yeah, well, listen, I've been driving around looking for Kimberly and now Peter's missing.
What do you mean? I mean he didn't show up to surgery.
He didn't come into the office.
Do you have any idea where he is? This morning he said he was on his way to the police station.
Yeah, well, the police came by the office.
He was a no-show for them, too.
They've got a warrant out for his arrest.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
He didn't do it.
He couldn't have.
Well, I'm beginning to think he did.
The police said nobody at that airplane restaurant recognized his photo.
You know, maybe he-- maybe he kidnapped Kimberly to brainwash her into alibiing him.
Don't be absurd.
Peter's no kidnapper.
No, but he's a scam artist and a manipulator and a liar-- He's not a liar.
At least not to me.
He tells me the truth.
Where he's been and what he's done.
The truth is, he didn't kill Bobby.
Truth is I'm worried.
Something's wrong.
I can feel it.
My name is Dr.
Peter Burns.
I'm here to admit my patient Kimberly Shaw.
Yes, hi, Dave.
This is the new patient I just called you about.
Thank you for meeting us so promptly.
No problem, Dr.
Shaw.
I gotta get some fresh air, and I'll be fine.
Oh, Mr.
Peters, I'm afraid the windows in your room don't open.
Where you going? Wait a minute.
Hold it.
I'll be right in to admit him.
I just need to get his chart.
Wait a minute, I'm the doctor.
This woman is my patient! Oh, yes, Mr.
Peters often thinks he's a physician.
He's quite volatile, so be careful, and do medicate him immediately.
Kimberly! Don't listen to her! I'm the doctor! I'm the doctor! Kimberly! Let go of me! I'm the doctor! [scoffing.]
How can anybody live like this? [gasps.]
Oh! What? What? Michael, I did not give you permission to sleep here.
We are still having a trial separation.
That means you stay out of my bed.
Kimberly, where have you been? I've been worried to death about you.
You don't show up at home or at the office or anywhere.
I've been arranging a complicated hospitalization, all right? Yeah, well, Peter needs you to call the cops-- about that dinner you two had out.
It's his alibi for why he couldn't have killed Bobby.
What dinner? We never had any dinner out.
And as far as I'm concerned, if Bobby's dead, then Peter probably did kill him.
Um, Kimberly Peter also diagnosed you as having multiple personality disorder, and, um, I'm a little concerned.
You're a little concerned? Mm-hmm.
My reputation is being smeared by a wanted murderer, and you're listening to his accusations? Kimberly, come back.
We need to talk.
Peter's in trouble.
Forget Peter.
He's obviously on the run.
Hell, he's probably in Rio by now.
Excuse me.
Uh-- Whoa.
You're in the way, bub.
I'd like to speak to the doctor in charge.
I didn't hear you say please.
I guess today must be your lucky day.
Here comes Dr.
Tucker now.
Excuse me.
My name is Dr.
Peter Burns, and I think there's been a-- a mistake made here.
A patient of mine, Kimberly Shaw, has convinced you people that I'm a patient.
Has Dr.
Shaw come in today? That-- that's also true, uh She is a doctor, so I can understand your confusion.
I'm not confused.
Do you feel confused? I can prove to you I'm a doctor.
Thethe differential diagnosis of eosinophilia is neoplasm.
Addison's disease is, uh coli-- collagen-vascular syndrome.
Why, that's excellent.
You're a voracious reader, I see.
Yes, but the point is-- I know just the person for you.
Louie.
Come over here.
I want you to meet someone.
Louie, this is Mr.
Peters, another erudite conversationalist.
Like a patient etherized upon the table, Betty Grable is unable to reduce a double-helix-- proton-felix.
That's fine, Louie.
Maybe we can get together sometime later.
If you'd only call my office-- Hey.
It's just a poem.
If you don't like poetry, we can always talk about something else.
What are you interested in? Getting out of here.
[Louie laughing.]
I dream about that one! [chuckling.]
One time-- one time-- one time, mama took me on a picnic.
It was so pretty.
Sometimes, I write her letters.
You gotta get me out of here.
If I could use a phone-- Please relax, Mr.
Peters.
There's no reason to act out.
I'm not acting out.
I'm acting rationally.
I'm wanted by the police.
Call them.
I missed an interrogation.
Do they interrogate you often, Mr.
Peters? I'm not Mr.
Peters! I am Dr.
Peter Burns! And I am totally, unmistakably sane! Do you hear me? I am-- look, I'm telling you to call the police.
They'll wanna know where I am! I took-- call 'em! Paranoid delusion.
of chlorpromazine, please.
Your reputation's at stake here, you know! People are looking for me! Dr.
Peter Burns! I'm stoked.
I think this is gonna be our hottest collaboration ever.
Can't wait.
We should redecorate your office, make that room feel new.
Whatever.
And take out an ad in the trades.
Yeah.
Hi.
This makes me sick.
I should've called the cops on you for assaulting me, Hanson, but now you're harassing Jane, and that's where I draw the line.
Am I missing something here or what? Isn't this the guy that raped you? I told you it was consensual.
I'm talking to her.
Don't judge me.
Don't do this.
Do what, Jake? Work with this slime so you can sell more dresses so you can be a success.
Success is something you wouldn't know about bartender.
Richard, meet me in the car.
I need a minute with Jake.
Jane, please-- Did it ever occur to you that I might prefer Richard's company to yours, or are you too dense to get it? I just can't believe-- Believe it, Jake.
I don't wanna see you anymore.
[sighing.]
Hello, Mr.
Peters.
How are you feeling? I'm feeling calm and oriented.
Uh, I know I'm making progress.
I'm so glad.
Progress is our most important product.
It's your influence, I think.
You have a very therapeutic way about you.
Well, thank you, Mr.
Peters.
You're so sweet.
No, no, I mean that.
See, I've known a lot of nurses-- Mr.
Peters.
Are you ready for your therapy session? Dr.
Shaw, I feel better already.
Good, good.
Why don't we take a little walk? [sighing.]
I'm begging you to let me go.
What do you want? You want me to promise I won't meddle in your-- in your life? I want your appreciation of the symmetry.
You imprisoned Kimberly in an asylum, now I've committed you.
You drugged Kimberly, now I-- Okay, turnabout is fair play, but I got you out, if you recall, so the symmetric thing to do is to release me.
Ah, ah, ah.
You haven't learned your lesson yet.
I've given them my real address Mm-hmm? My Social Security number-- That's all right, Peter.
I forged new papers for you, and I've told everyone here that you have a gift for impersonating real doctors whose I.
D.
s you steal.
Kimberly.
.
.
Kimberly's gone.
Rita's in lockdown.
I'm Betsy.
I'm in charge now.
And you don't get out till I say you get out.
Don't you think the director of this institute might have something to say about that? Well, actually, and this is so karmic, but I'm the acting director for the week.
What do you mean, you're the director? Well, I've been moonlighting here for weeks.
Dr.
Tucker and I have an excellent working relationship, and now that he's on vacation, he's asked me to cover.
Kimberly.
.
.
Betsy.
Please.
Let me try and make you well.
Peter putting you through everything you put me through is what will make me well.
Don't obsess about it.
In a way you'll be free soon.
Hey.
Let's open a tab, shall we? I'll have a drink with you.
Give me some help here, Jake.
I've been a total jerk with Alison.
I love her, and I want her back.
And I thought maybe, you know, you could talk some sense into her for me.
You know, you have been in and out of love with Alison since I've known you.
Wrong.
I have always loved her, I just didn't always know it, and she didn't always accept it.
Well, those aren't related, anyway.
Yeah, 'cause women are nuts.
No kidding.
Sounds like you've been getting some grief from Jane.
Can we talk about something else? There you go, clamming up on me.
What do you want from me? Male bonding in the woods with a couple of drums? [chuckling.]
I'll stick with the beer.
I'll tell you what happened with Jane.
I opened up.
I gave a damn.
I had some feelings.
That's a losing proposition no matter how you look at it.
It is if you give up.
Come on.
Don't let her walk away.
Look, you don't even know what you're talking about, so why don't you just drop it? [clears throat.]
Let's have a real drink.
No, thanks.
I don't know what you think we're gonna find out here that the police couldn't.
Nobody talks to cops.
Cops intimidate people.
Thank you.
We're just fish lovers.
Oh, okay.
Yo.
Name's Dutch.
Specials tonight, snapper, mahi, ahi.
Yeah, right.
Have you seen this guy in here? What are you, cops again? What are you, the mayor? I asked you a simple question-- Thank you, Michael.
We'll have the ahi, please.
What did you do that for? I would've made that bozo think we were cops.
Why did I come here with you? Woman: Take your picture? Remember tonight forever.
Oh.
Let me handle this one, Sherlock.
Uh, this is kind of a special night for us, but Enrico here is a little shy.
Oh, I'll make him look gorgeous.
Well, I'm not expecting miracles, but do you have any samples of your recent work? Oh, sure.
Oh, look.
I don't see Peter anywhere, but that is Kimberly.
And it's dated last week.
So she was lying about not being here.
Uh, hey, you want a picture or what? You know what? We're gonna think about it.
Would you give us a minute? Thank you.
Obviously, Kimberly was trying to hide something.
It sure would be nice if we could nose around her office, look at her calendar, listen to her messages I could probably get in there tomorrow.
We could get in.
There is no way I am letting Peter's fate dangle between you and your psycho bride.
Hey, Peter's nobody's fool.
I'd lay odds he's doing just fine.
You better hope so, 'cause I happen to love the guy, and I have a sinking feeling that Kimberly's behind this whole mess.
Yeah, well, whatever this whole mess is, I'm sure there's a completely innocent explanation to it.
Ah.
Jake: They'll be singing "Come, all you young fellas and follow" Who do those fellas follow? Their hearts, Jake.
Ah.
They follow their hearts.
Until they lose 'em! As you know, those hearts can be some slippery things.
[grunting.]
Why don't you just close your eyes and hang on tight? And I'm sure everything will look better in the morning.
Alison, you are the employee of the month.
I'm glad you think it, anyway.
I'm not lying to you.
Then how about a raise, boss? No wonder Billy loves you.
You must give him that special feeling.
You know what I'm talking about.
You pass someone a thousand times, say hi and then move on, and then you see 'em and something's different, and you realize, "She's it.
She's really it.
" Is that what Jane is to you? Jane's nothing to me.
Well, I know how you feel.
Billy and I used to be such great friends.
I wish it could be like that again, just great friends.
Good night.
Dr.
Shaw, that new boy, Peters? He said you told him that he'd be leaving soon.
Leaving his senses, if anything.
His mental status keeps deteriorating.
Seems to me he's been getting better.
In fact, I thought we could lower his medication soon.
I want his chlorpromazine increased to four injections a day.
Four? And if his agitation doesn't stop, he's to be put in leather restraints.
Isn't that a little severe? Miss Benson, Mr.
Peters happens to be violent and self-destructive, and he's gotten progressively worse in his last three institutions.
Now, if we don't cure him this time, I'm quite certain he'll never leave here alive.
Why do I have to keep asking you what you're doing in front of me? Your service told me where you were.
I just wanted to apologize for making you angry.
I don't know what I did but I wanna make up.
I have feelings for you.
Not for me.
For who you imagine me to be.
What I imagine is that you're hurting, and that you need to talk.
Well, I'm here to listen.
Well, maybe it's none of your business.
Come on, talk to me.
Can't you take a hint? I am not your type.
What type are you? I am the type who gave up her baby because she couldn't handle the responsibility of taking care of it.
That's it? That's the big secret? You were horrified at that mother who left her baby near the hospital.
Yeah, you left your baby in a dumpster? No.
I gave him up for adoption [crying.]
How is that like what I was talking about? You said a mother who couldn't take care of her child-- But you did take care of your child.
You took good care.
You gave your child a home, a new life, and I love you for that.
Don't use that word.
Okay.
Look, I have been avoiding you, I know.
'cause I can't stand the idea of getting hurt again.
And I refuse to let myself open up.
And you keep refusing to go away.
[crying.]
Check this.
This is Peter's.
What? Oh, my God.
She's done something with him.
Wait a second.
I'm sure there's a less-sinister explanation.
I'm gonna call the police.
Wait a second.
We can follow-up on this ourselves.
Peter could be in serious danger.
Yeah, and Peter could've planted this stuff to make Kimberly look bad, so he could escape without being followed.
I'm gonna call the police.
Wait a second, now.
Look, if the cops bust Kimberly, her life is over.
She'll spend years in the slammer, and she'll never practice medicine again.
And what a tragedy that would be.
Hey.
You may love Peter, but I love this woman.
So you wanna give us a break? I'll give you one more day.
After that, all bets are off.
I just hope that maniac wife of yours hasn't completely lost it again.
Time for a walk, bub.
Sure, Dave.
I'd like that.
You think you can fool me? You think you're so damn smart? Not really.
I don't even think I'm a doctor anymore, Dave.
Mmm, that's good.
Then you won't mind doing a patient thing with me.
Where're we going? Dave? Going to hell.
Going to hell.
No.
No.
It's okay, Mr.
Peters.
It's okay.
I'll be there.
It's all right.
Don't look so shocked, Mr.
Peters.
You won't feel a thing.
No! No, Kimberly! No, you can't do this! This is insane! Please! I got his legs.
Listen to me! No! Don't do this.
Please.
Kimberly.
You can't do this! Kimberly, please! I don't need shock therapy! [electricity crackling.]
[Peter groaning.]
I'm gonna start an I.
V.
here.
Yeah, why? What's going on? We just wanna give you some fluids, maybe some medicine.
It's like nobody's telling me what's going on, man.
This ain't right.
I don't think you dudes know what you're doing.
Hey, we dudes know exactly what we're doing.
Now, you are gonna feel a little stick.
Okay, make a fist.
Uhh.
You got some tough veins here.
Ow.
I guess I'm gonna have to try this thing again.
Hold on.
No freakin' way, man.
I am out.
No, you can't leave.
Look-- I'm here-- I'm taking care of you.
I'll take care of myself.
Ow! Oh, no.
[gunshots.]
You seem kinda new at this.
Yeah, this is my first gun.
Oh, yeah? What'd you get it for? Self-defense? Safe sex.