Melrose Place s05e01 Episode Script

Well, Detective, of all the tricks you've pulled, this is the meanest one yet.
Nothing tricky about it.
Stumbled on this in a background trace.
Whoever your Peter really is, he took on this identity years ago.
He's obviously hiding something.
If anyone's hiding anything, it's you.
I don't know what that picture means.
A lot of people have the same name.
But not the same medical license.
Peter moved to California from Missouri.
He used this man's license as his own credentials.
You know I can't make you testify against him, but I think you should reconsider.
The man you married isn't worthy of your trust.
Nobody is, Detective, but I'd choose him over you any day.
Good night.
My God, Syd.
Richard's gonna be missing and I am gonna be the first person they suspect.
I mean, with the business and the rape what was I thinking? Well, I can't help you with that.
But you didn't press charges, so the police don't know about the rape.
And the rest is up to you.
You need to act normal.
Go to work be concerned when Richard doesn't show up.
Work? Which work? Your new roomie, Sam, can handle the boutique.
You play the worried business partner at Mancini-Hart.
[sighs.]
After a couple days file a missing persons report.
Nobody will suspect a thing.
Everything's gonna be all right.
[gasping.]
[knock on door.]
Billy hi.
So, I got your message on my machine.
You couldn't make it last night because you had a headache? Yeah.
Yeah, look I'm-- I'm still not feeling well.
Maybe we could talk about this later.
When later? What, tonight, tomorrow, hmm? Al, I was waiting there all night for you.
Okay, it's-- that's like-- I thought we were trying to start over.
I know.
I-- I'm sorry.
Tonight? You know, I know I'll feel better by tonight.
Like 7:00? Okay.
Okay, I'll see you at 7:00.
I'm sorry.
That was I know who it was.
I don't like being hidden in the back room while you deal with your other relationship.
Hey.
He's your friend, too.
This is gonna be tough.
Yeah I know.
[siren wailing.]
I'm glad you finally decided to come in to see me, Ms.
Woodward.
Don't get your hopes up, Detective.
I don't buy your story, but I do need some information.
Uh-huh.
Information about, say, your husband-- the man whose only alibi is in a coma? You want to be cute? I'll walk right out of here and figure it out for myself.
Or you can tell me what you know about Peter.
What do I get out of it if I do? The slim chance that I'll believe you.
And testify? We'll see.
All right.
But you're not going to like this.
Peter's real name is Dr.
Peter Howell.
Apparently he was married to a woman named Elizabeth Davis.
They had a nice life back in Kansas City.
But then, a few years back, she was killed, and your Peter was charged with her murder.
Was there a trial? Would have been, but old Pete skipped town.
No one's seen him since until now.
I suppose you have documentation to prove all this.
All you want.
Now, are you ready to testify? I'll let you know.
What else do you want? The man lied to you.
He's a murderer, for God's sake.
He's my husband, and before I turn him over to you to be butchered, I'm going to find some things out on my own.
[indistinct chatter.]
Um Richard? Nope, but I'm looking for him, too.
Hey, Jane.
Yeah, we had an appointment.
He was gonna throw a campaign my way.
Are you all right? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
I just, um I've been really worried about Richard.
He hasn't answered his car or home phone all morning.
That's odd.
Maybe he was at the gym or something.
Yeah.
I don't know.
Do you mind going with me to his house to see if he's okay? I don't really feel like going alone.
Okay.
But I'm sure everything's fine.
I'm sure it is.
Hey, Michael.
You all right? Yep.
The nurses said you hadn't been home in days.
You need to get cleaned up, get yourself some rest.
You know, I'll tell you what, I'll watch Kimberly for you, and you can head back to the beach house for a few hours.
No.
No, I'm not leaving Kimberly.
Hey, uh no offense, but there's not much you can do for her right now.
And you're certainly not helping by sitting around here, letting yourself go to seed.
Oh, yeah? Well, no offense either, Matt, but, you know, you're really obnoxious lately.
[knock on door.]
Hey, I'm just trying to help.
Yeah, well, if you want to help why don't you go back to my house and get me some clean clothes and check for messages.
Fine.
Okay.
All right, I'll be back later.
Oh, Amanda, there's something I needed to tell you.
It can wait.
I need to speak to Michael.
Fine, then.
I'll leave you two charming people alone.
How is she? The same.
Still in a coma.
She didn't miraculously wake up and provide Peter with his precious alibi, so you can stop pretending you care about her.
I don't pretend anything, Michael.
I need to know something for sure, all right? From her.
I'm sorry.
I know you're hurting.
It's just that it's all falling apart.
What is? What are you talking about? I can't get into it now.
I'm going to Kansas City for a few days.
I'll be staying here.
Call me if Kimberly wakes up, if she says anything-- anything at all.
What's in Kansas City? We'll talk later.
Mr.
Wiley.
Leave me alone, will you? I got nothing to say to you.
That's fine.
I thought I might tell you a story, though.
A story? Well, how sweet.
But I'm just not in the mood to listen to a sadistic moron.
So, you wouldn't be in the mood for the tale of a killer doctor in Kansas City by the name of Peter Howell? So, you're in the mood after all? Whatever you found out isn't the whole story.
Let's see you murder your wife, then skip town.
Good enough for me.
And when I told your present wife, it was good enough for her, too.
Amanda? You told you son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! Get out! Bad reaction, too.
You got to let me use a phone.
Please! You don't understand.
You've got to let me talk to her.
Please! I would, but I'm a sadistic moron.
Make the request through your lawyer when you decide to confess to the murder of Bobby Parezi.
Wiley, please, I'm asking you! You don't know what you're doing! You got to let me talk to her! Wiley! You don't know what you're doing! [door slams.]
So, anyway, Alison and I are going to have dinner tonight, finally.
I think it's going to go pretty well.
I get the feeling she's preoccupied, you know? She hasn't mentioned anything to you, has she? Richard's car is not here.
Yeah.
Makes sense if he's not around.
So, you and Alison back on speaking terms yet or what? No.
No, no.
Not yet.
Richard? Richard, you home? Let's check around inside.
I don't--I don't think that's a good idea.
It's open.
Hey! Yo, Richard! It's Billy and Jane! You home? I think we'd better go.
I'll just leave him a note.
He sure keeps the place clean.
Hey, look.
This is weird.
What? Muddy footprints.
And they just stop.
It's as if he just disappeared.
Umyou know what? I got to get back to the office.
I'm sure Richard will show up.
[front door shuts.]
I'll show up, Jane.
You can bet your life on that.
So, we looked around Richard's place.
Still no sign of him, except for footprints.
You know, Jane seemed pretty worried.
She should be happy he took off.
Yeah.
What's going on between them, anyway? I heard a rumor that he attacked her or something.
It's a long story.
I thought we'd come here for dinner since we haven't had such good luck with the fancy places.
I like it.
I'm just going to say this, so don't stop me or interrupt me.
Billy-- No, I mean it.
You and I have been around the dance floor a lot of times.
We've seen each other through the good times and the god-awful situations.
Always-- always-- we've ended up drawn back together again.
Now, think about it, you know? Our--our marriage that didn't happen, the horrible stuff with your father, and, you know, your drinking, and Hayley, DD, Amanda through all of that-- that we are inevitable, okay? We fit.
We are a couple.
And that's why I never lost faith.
And now-- You never lost faith? God, Billy, listen to yourself.
Let me finish.
No! Marrying somebody else is not losing faith? Come on, Billy, you're talking like you're some some prince on a white horse who's scooping me out of my miserable life.
No, I'm not.
I'm just telling you that I love you, okay? Yeah, I guess I would like to carry you away from being a barmaid.
You know you're better than that.
We could do great things together.
I decide what I do with my life, you got it? No guy tucks me under his arm like some twit who can't tie her own shoes.
All right, I got it.
I don't always say it right.
I'm just saying I love you more than my own life.
And all I want in the world is to marry you.
That's all.
Marry me.
We'll work everything else out your way, I promise.
Just marry me.
What? Don't--hey.
Damn it, don't you walk away from me! Richard's car was gone? Are you sure? Of course I'm sure.
It was in the driveway when we drove off with the body, and now it's not.
All right, well, let's just stay calm here.
A lot of things could have happened.
The car could've been stolen, repossessed.
Who knows? And the footprints on the rug? What about that? Workmen, Jane.
[sighs.]
Think before you panic.
That's probably what happened to the car.
It was in the way of construction, and so they moved it.
[humming.]
Oh, great.
Miss inconvenient, the singing nun roommate, is home.
Why did you ever move her in here? I have my reasons.
Hi.
Hey, guys.
Hi.
Hi.
My mom sent me a bunch of stuff from Maryland.
Great.
Sorry.
I'm kind of clumsy.
Oh, my God.
Where was that thing? Outside.
Uh, Samantha, where did you get this? It was just leaning against the door.
Jane, I swear it wasn't there Is it ours? I can't tell.
Is everything all right? Um Jane is just a little worried about some things is all.
It's fine.
Um, we're going to go talk.
Okay.
[rings doorbell.]
Yes? Mrs.
Davis? Well, yes.
What can I do for you? Uh, well, honestly, it's a little complicated.
It concerns someone you may have known a while back.
A Peter Howell? I have nothing to say to you.
Wait.
If you don't get out of here, young lady, I'm going to call the police.
No, please, this is important.
I know he was married to your daughter, and I'm married to him now.
He's in trouble.
It's not my business.
Please.
I just want to know the truth.
I just want to talk.
That's all I want.
All right.
I don't know how I can help you, but you can come in for just a few minutes.
Okay.
Peter! Steve, I want this to be a two-tie.
Yep.
Thank you.
Taylor got two tables of 10 reserved for the same time tonight.
Better make sure the waiters stagger their orders, or one of them is going down in flames.
I'm sorry, Kyle.
I guess I didn't think.
Well, don't take it so hard.
Maybe one of them will order salads.
You all right, sweetheart? Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just tired.
Okay.
Peter.
Oh, my God.
All right? Thanks.
Kyle Mm-hmm.
You know how I've been saying lately I need to get away a little bit? Yeah.
Well, I've been thinking about it, and I want to go to Los Angeles for a couple of days.
And I'll be back as soon as I can, okay? When? Now.
Now? Now? No, come on, sweetheart, you got to be insane.
We got a huge night tonight.
You can't go.
I know, but look, you're just going to have to bring somebody in.
There's nobody else to bring in.
Look, you know how hard it's been for me lately.
And honestly, a lot of it's your fault, so just do this for me, okay? Taylor! Taylor, get back here! Would you like more coffee, Amanda? No, I'm fine, thank you.
So, um, you were saying about your daughter? Yes.
Well Beth and Peter were inseparable, the most loving couple I'd ever seen.
And after they were married, Beth's father my late husband took Peter under his wing and made him a part of his medical practice.
Oh, things were so good for awhile.
Then--and then Beth became ill and things-- everything changed.
What was wrong with her? Oh what it always is anymore cancer.
It went through her in a rage.
There was nothing her father or Peter could do to save her.
And she she was in so much pain.
You see, Lou, my late husband couldn't accept it-- what was to be done.
Peter called us on a Sunday morning.
We were just back from church.
He said he said he had done it.
Relieved her suffering.
Peter told us he had killed our child.
Lou nearly lost his mind.
He brought the full weight of the law down on Peter.
And then one day Peter was gone.
He disappeared.
I don't know what to say.
I'm so sorry.
It's all right.
You know, the funny thing is, a couple of years later Beth's diary showed up in the bottom of a box somewhere.
And her last entry in it, she said she was going to die by her own hand, that Peter couldn't do it, that he loved her too much.
So, how long has Richard Hart been missing? I'm not sure.
He didn't come to work a couple days ago, and I've been really worried.
That's why I called you.
Uh-huh.
Did he say anything unusual? Any signs of depression, financial problems? [door opens.]
No, none that I can think of.
Oh.
[door closes.]
Though he did mention to me once that he was tired of the business, and that he wanted to see more of life.
You okay, Miss? Yeah, I--I'm fine.
So that's all I have to tell you.
I hope you can find him.
Well, we'll put him in the computer and see what happens.
I'll let you know if anything turns up.
Thanks.
Please do.
Okay.
Samantha where did you find this? [door closes.]
Where did you get this coat? Wha--whoa, Jane.
I didn't find it anywhere.
I was bringing in your bags from the car like you asked me to.
Oh, yeah.
Of course you did.
I'm sorry.
Now, you'll excuse me for saying this, but lately you've been jumping around like a crab in a steam pot.
A what? It's an expression.
Right before they die-- blue crabs--they get all desperate, and they'll do anything they can to push the lid off the top.
So you got to hold them down in there.
That's disgusting.
[chuckles.]
Yeah.
It's worth it though.
They taste great.
Yeah.
I'm just going to go hang up this coat, and then we'll get busy stocking the shelves.
Sure.
You're the boss.
Busy night tonight.
Mm-hmm.
We've been kind of avoiding each other since your date with Billy.
I just want to know what's going on.
Ladies and gentlemen, drink up.
This is the last call for alcohol.
Come here.
I'll tell you what I think is going on with me.
I think I'm falling for you, Jake.
And since we spent the night together, I have been miserable and confused and ecstatic all at the same time.
Me, too.
It's different this time.
It's like I finally found someone who looks at life the way I do.
Mmm.
There is one little problem.
Billy asked me to marry him.
I walked out on him.
I didn't give him the answer.
He knows it's "no.
" But I still have to tell him face-to-face.
And I want to tell him about us, too.
Yeah, I want you to.
But I think that we'd better be sure.
About what? Well, it's just that we both call Billy our friend.
We'd better be damn sure that being honest is worth the pain that we're going to cause.
[gasps.]
God! Jane, are you out of your mind? No.
Actually, I think I'm finally seeing clearly.
It's been you all along, hasn't it, Sydney? I mean, you never wanted me to take care of Richard in the first place, and now you're planting the shovel, you're planting my jacket in the garment bag.
Garment bag? What garment bag? Don't play dumb.
The one that Sam brought out of my car with my trench coat in it.
You're trying to put me over the edge so that you can get out of this, so that I will crack and take all the blame.
No.
You know what, Jane? I ought to beat your fat face in Sydney.
Sydney! you babbling lunatic! Okay! Let go! God! I can't take this anymore.
You have been flying around here like a parakeet, ready to blow this whole thing wide open.
Both of us are gonna get thrown in a pit for the rest of our lives! Someone is trying to drive me crazy, Sydney, and if it is not you, who is it? Uh listen to me.
Everything can be explained.
Okay? We probably missed the coat, so it was still in the car.
There are a lot of coincidences in life, and I know that sometimes, when you're under a lot of stress, it can seem like there's a plot.
Oliver Stone has made a career out of it.
You and I are in a different situation.
We need to remain calm at least until the police stop looking for Richard.
We are the ones who set them in motion, remember? It was the only way we were gonna get out of this.
[sighs.]
Once that happens everything will seem normal again, and we can get on with our lives.
I don't know if I can, Syd.
I mean how do you get over killing a man? [sobs.]
Come here.
I'm gonna tell you a story, Kimberly a story about two people who fell in love.
Yeah, but there were bad times, but, oh the good times were on fire.
When they first met, he caught something in her eye that smile.
And when they first kissed we couldn't stop what was happening.
And then it was like a storm ripping through their lives, pushing them together.
Nothing could stand in their way, and, I don't know, they were destined to be together.
They were married for a second time in front of their home.
That couple is you and me, Kimberly.
And that home is our home.
Come home.
Please.
Come back home.
Come home.
Come home.
Kimberly? Kim-- Oh, my God.
Kimberly.
Nurse! Uh, get in here! My wife's back! Honey? [siren wailing.]
Keep the light on in Burns's cell 24 hours.
And let's keep the noise up around-- Uh, uh, can I help you? I was wondering if I could see one of your prisoners here, a Peter Burns.
And you are? Taylor McBride.
I'm an old friend of his.
Sorry.
No can do.
I don't like your attitude, mister.
People have rights in this country.
I'm sorry, but there are restrictions here.
And you are? Detective Wiley.
LAPD.
The only people that can see Dr.
Burns are his lawyer and his wife.
He's married? Yes.
To Amanda Woodward.
Do you know her? Of course.
I'm sure we've met.
Anyway, thank you for your time.
Do we have a number where we can reach you, Miss McBride? No.
You don't.
Oh, my-- Alison looks so much better in that Shooters outfit than she ever did in that stupid, you know, the Amanda wannabe suits that she wore at DD.
I guess.
Guess, nothing.
Those stupid skirts were too damn short.
You know, you don't gotta show all that leg to be sexy.
Hi.
Uh, 2 Cuba libres and a chardonnay, please.
Look, I understand you don't want to marry me.
It's cool.
Billy, not now.
We'll talk about this later.
What's there to talk about? You don't want me.
I accept it.
You know what? I can still appreciate I can appreciate, you know, how sexy you look in those jeans.
Adds that mystery, you know? Billy, you're drunk.
Hey, don't be mad.
I should be mad.
She's right, Billy.
You've had enough.
I'm going to get you a cab.
Come on, Jake.
Hey, I want to stay here with my friends.
okay? All right.
I'll let you sleep it off in my office.
When we close up, Alison and I will take you home.
All right.
Sounds good.
It's too noisy in there.
Hey-- I can get there myself.
I'm not that out of it.
Oh how you doing, Amanda? Okay, I guess.
You look terrible, however.
You should get some sleep.
You know, you have such a subtle way of putting things.
Hey.
Do you know what's going on with Jo? I've got three days' worth of mail for her.
Oh, get--look, Amanda, um, uh, I forgot to tell you.
Um, Jo moved to Europe with Dominick O'Malley.
What? For good? She just took off for where, Paris? And you forgot to tell me? What is going on with you? Nothing.
I'm-- I'm busy, all right? And by the way, she's in Bosnia, photo-documenting Doctors Without Borders.
Well, she could be on the moon, for all I care.
She's not getting her deposit back.
I don't need this now.
Is her stuff still in the apartment? Yeah.
I'm going to pack it up and send it off.
Oh, fine.
When you're done, I'll hire cleaners, put an ad in, show it to a bunch of losers.
Hell, I got nothing better to do.
Amanda, if you want I can handle that for you.
For a break on my rent.
Mmm.
Do it, and we'll talk later.
I'm telling you, nothing matters.
Nothing matters besides friendship.
That's the whole megillah.
That's the whole-- hey, Matt, man.
Friends, right? Right.
Listen, just tone it down.
Amanda's on edge tonight.
We're working on it, trust me.
Amanda's always on edge.
The girl's all edge.
Shh, Billy.
Shut up.
Amanda is the edge itself.
That's the whole problem.
Mm-hmm.
That was a really great idea, putting him in your office.
[door closes.]
Oh Well, how was I supposed to know that he was going to dig through my desk and find my bottle of tequila? You know, it's true that you two are my only friends.
Uh-huh.
Oh I hope I get sick.
[laughs.]
Yeah, well, I hope you do, too.
Get some sleep.
Hey.
[door opens, closes.]
So you want to come in for a little while? Oh I'd love to, but I really can't.
Well maybe just for a little while.
Hey.
Can I help you? Yes.
Is this the apartment building Amanda Woodward owns? Yeah.
It is.
Um why do you ask? Uh, no reason.
I just heard it was a nice place.
[chuckles.]
I'm sorry.
My name is Taylor McBride.
Ah.
I'm Matt Fielding.
I'm sort of managing the place.
Oh, really? Yeah.
Oh, then you can help me.
I'm in from Boston, and I'm thinking of relocating.
Really? Yeah.
There wouldn't happen to be a unit open, would there? There--there-- there is one.
But it's a two bedroom.
Oh, that would be perfect! Really? Yeah.
My husband's coming out, and we could use the extra room.
I mean, married couples are welcome here, aren't they? I mean, it's not a singles place, is it? No, no.
Abs--no.
I hear Amanda herself is married to a doctor, right? Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, she is.
Umare--are you a friend of hers? Uh, no.
Some mutual acquaintances, that's all.
Oh.
Can I see the apartment? Yeah.
Uh, it's right this way.
Great.
Would--[laughs.]
Would it be possible to put a deposit down today? Yeah, I-- I don't see why not.
Great.
[siren wailing.]
[whispering.]
I heard you, Michael.
You broke through a wall to get through to me.
You aren't giving up on me, are you? Never again.
I'm on you like white on rice, babe.
I'm not gonna let you slip away again.
You're the only one who really cares, sweetheart.
Listen, uhthere's something I need you to do.
I wouldn't ask, but it--it's important.
You know, Peter's in jail for the Parezi murder, and you're his alibi.
You had dinner with him that night, right? [uncertain.]
Right.
Uh, it's okay.
I know you'll remember.
We have to get him out of there.
I need him back at the office.
See, the practice is falling apart and well, of course he didn't do it.
What do you want me to do? Very little.
I'm going to go get the police and a stenographer, and I just need you to give them a statement.
Would--would that be okay? How can I say no to you, Michael? You saved my life.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Okay, I'm gonna go.
[door opens, closes.]
[thunder crashes.]
[thunder crashes.]
I wish you could've stayed the whole night last night.
I was wondering when we were going to talk about that.
You know, this is my first romance with the strong, silent type.
I just missed you this morning, that's all.
This Billy thing.
I wish we could figure out some way to be together without hurting him, you know? [thunder crashing.]
Yeah, I know.
But until we figure that out I think we'd better just sneak around.
It'll be fun.
for a while, anyway.
For a while.
I'm falling for you, too, you know.
I know.
Here's to the Missing Persons Bureau, computers, and the overworked LAPD in general.
Hear, hear.
[thunder crashing.]
Really they said they just thought he ran off? Yep.
And then they told me to hire a private eye.
[laughs.]
You know, in a way, I feel really bad about it and everything but I gotta say, I've never been happier in my life.
I hope this means that you can relax now, too.
[softly.]
Yeah.
To justice, Syd and to getting away with it.
[thunder crashing.]
[buzzing.]
[thunder crashing.]
[thunder crashing.]
[unlocking handcuffs.]
Hello.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
I know it was a lie, but there's a reason.
I know everything, Peter.
I went to Kansas City.
I spoke with Mrs.
Davis.
You did what? I understand a lot of things that I didn't before.
And I know something else.
The charges stemming from your wife's death were dropped.
You're exonerated.
That's impossible.
It was open and shut.
Doesn't matter what the reason is, In Missouri, murder is murder.
Suicide isn't.
They found evidence that proved that she took her own life.
You didn't do it.
This is one case that, they can't punish you for something you didn't do.
You don't understand, do you? [thunder crashing.]
I did do it.
I killed my wife.
[thunder crashing.]
[thunder crashing.]
Be gentle with her, okay? She's been through a lot.
I'm just after the truth, doctor.
That's all.
[thunder crashing.]
Kimberly.
Orderly, get down here! Where is Kimberly Shaw? She said you told her she could check out.
She was very definite.
You listen to me.
This is definite, okay? If I don't find her in a matter of minutes, you're a dead man! [thunder crashing.]
[thunder crashing.]
Good night, Sam.
Night, Jane.
Listen, thanks for everything: the job and a place to stay.
Forget about it.
It's nice having you around.
Sleep good.
Thanks.
You, too.
[thunder crashing.]
[thunder crashing.]
[thunder crashing.]
Must've left it open this morning.
[thunder crashing.]
Oh, my God.
[thunder crashing.]
Oh, my God.
Aah! [screams.]
Oh, my God, no! Aah! No! [sobbing.]
Oh, my God! Aah! Oh, my God, no! Aah! No! [sobbing.]
No!