Melrose Place (1992–1999): Season 4, Episode 3 - Blind Ambition - full transcript

You're not wearing
your glasses.

Mm.

They were just getting
too cumbersome.

And I realized I was
wearing them

more for everybody else
than for myself.

Maybe that means
you're adjusting.

Well, I don't have
much choice.

Not if I want my coffee
in the morning anyway.

Jane's not always here,

so the night before,
I put everything

within hands' length
of each other



at this end
of the counter.

Pretty
self-sufficient, huh?

That's very impressive.

Unfortunately,
you need a little work

on your buttoning.

Oh, great.

Here, here, let me.

Thanks.

So, you going
to the party?

Bump into the walls
in front of all our clients?

No, thanks.

No one's gonna
let that happen,
Alison.

I know.

The truth is, I...



I don't think I'm ready
for something that public.

Barkham brothers
is your client.

You organized
the event.
You should be there.

Billy.

You're coming
to the party
with Brooke and me.

I won't take no
for an answer.

Oh, so now
you're dressing her.

What's next,
sponge baths?

I was just
coming down
to check on her,

and I didn't want
to wake you.

Brooke, can I make you
a cup of coffee?

No, thanks.
We have our own.

In fact, maybe you'd
like to sample some
with me--your wife?

You know that she
can't get around
very well on her own.

Well, maybe she should get
a seeing-eye dog.

Alison,

ready to head in?

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

We'll see both of you
at the office.

It must be hard
for her.

She got the ring,

but you seem
to have gotten

the "in sickness
and in health" part.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ What are you waiting for? ♪

♪ Come on and talk to me ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Baby, baby, baby ♪

♪ Everything
will be all right ♪

♪ Everything
will be all right ♪

♪ Fill me up
with delight ♪

♪ Darling, baby ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Everything
will be all right ♪

[sigh]

you okay?

Yeah. Just, uh...

once in a while,

I get a wave
of guilt, I guess.

Well, I hope
that doesn't mean

you regret getting
involved with me.

Regret it?

Jane, I couldn't
have gotten through

the past few weeks
without you.

But I can't say that
I didn't have doubts

about seeing
another designer.

Oh, so that's what
I am to you, huh?

Just another designer?

Actually, things are
really different
with you, Jane.

Really different.

Yeah. Me, too.

In fact, the only thing
that feels the same

is the, uh...

the sense of partnership
that we have,

which is something
that I also had
with Mackenzie...

and the reason
why I asked her
to marry me.

Richard...

you know we're not ready
for something like that,

which doesn't mean I don't
love being with you.

It's just...

it's the last thing
on my mind,

and it should be
the last thing
on yours, too.

We need to focus
on your company.

Do we?
Yeah.

We have plenty
of time for romance

after we present
the Spring line.

I'll start the shower.

[hammering,
indistinct conversation]

Hey. I figured you'd
be too hung over

to put
your own pot on.

Oh, yeah.
You got that right.

Want to come in?

Sure.

So, you want to tell me

how and when
I got home last night?

Oh, I'd say
after much conversation,

I tucked you in
around 2:00.

You got to be kidding me.

I didn't know I had
that much to say
about anything.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't apologize.

It's probably
what we both need
to do more of--

talk.

I guess I should thank you
for being there.

I wouldn't have
blamed you

if you'd slammed
the door in my face

after what
I've pulled lately.

What was I gonna do,
turn my back?

You're my friend.

I care about you.

I care about you, too.

Let's not
do this, okay?

I'm sorry.

No, it's not your fault.

It's just
that every time
there's a crisis,

we fall back together,

and I don't think it's
the healthiest thing

considering
the circumstances.

Then what would be?

Maybe to realize
that we're just
meant to be friends.

Is that what
you believe?

Basically...

yeah.

Okay.

Friends it is.

[sighs]
Okay.

There you go,
doctor.

How you doing?

How am I doing?

It's a living
nightmare here.

All day long,
I'm surrounded by people

who rock, stare,
and scream.

If you're not crazy by
the time you're brought in,

you're sure to be
by the time you leave.

Which just might work
to our advantage.

Now, Kimberly,

it's true that you
have some problems.

But in order to sell
the insanity plea
to the judge...

you're gonna have to
be much worse off

than you are now.

On the books anyway.

Now, I've arranged for
a forensic psychiatrist
to see you,

but it's your job
to convince her

that you're completely
off your rocker.

You mean
by acting that way.

Only this time,
no pencils.

Pretend that
you hear voices.

Act agitated,

tormented by
internal demons,
whatever.

If you pull this off

and the judge
buys your plea,

on our recommendation,

you receive treatment
at an exclusive

private sanitarium
until you are cured,

at which time,
we petition
for your sanity

and have you released.

I can't.
Yes, you can.

In fact,
you have to.

No.

You see, I've st--

I've started
to remember things.

About the explosion,

about how it came to be.

Peter...

there was a man.

He controlled me.

He told me
what to do.

He was inside my head.

We all have
what we perceive

as other people
inside of us.
It's normal.

No.

You see, he was real.

He was very real.

And he could come back.

Kimberly...

I won't let him.

Just let me pass,
all right?

Paul, please.

Don't!

I'll call the police.

I got a letter
from your wife.

There was a fire
in my building.

I just got my mail
today.

What is this?

What are you
trying to pull?

Apparently
she mailed it

the morning
of her death.

How dare you come here

and taunt me
with your demented lies.

Look. I am telling
you the truth.

And why the hell
would Carol write you?

To warn me.

She thought that
we were both
being used by you,

that you were
plotting something.

She said she
feared for her life.

Look, Paul,
I didn't tell anybody
about the letter.

Not even my attorney.

Is that right?

And...

you're telling me this
because?

You still don't
get it, do you?

That I love you.

I never
stopped loving you.

Not even after I had it
figured out.

Look, Paul, I know
you killed Carol.

I know that you
set me up.

But I also know
that we belong together.

That things between us
can still work out

if you will let them.

Look, I can probably
get off with a couple
of years jail time.

I'm willing
to do that...

if I know
you'll wait for me.

[laughs]

My God...
you're pathetic.

Paul.

What should I do
about the letter?

Whatever you want,
Matt.

Because I didn't
kill anyone.

You did.

Besides...

who'd believe
someone like you?

[telephones ringing]

Mancini/Burns, please hold.

Mancini/Burns.

Yes, I'll see
if he's available.

It's Burns/Mancini.

Where's Michael?

Seeing his 20th
patient of the day,
thanks to you.

Where have you been?

Could you hold, please?

Sydney,

your job is to
answer the phone

and not
ask questions.

Messages?

Here.

Oh, and you also got
a call from the shrink

who's diagnosing
Kimberly's mental state

for the hearing tomorrow.

She wanted our
billing address.

And I trust
that giving it to her

didn't prove
too difficult
a task for you.

Does Michael know
you're spending

company money
on that lunatic?

That is none
of Michael's business,

because without me,
Michael wouldn't
have a business.

And as far as
company money goes,

if you'd like
to keep receiving some,

I suggest that you keep
your overpaid trap shut.

[telephone rings]

Mancini/Burns.

[sawing, hammering,
indistinct conversation]

[muffled construction sounds]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Billy?

It's Brooke.

Hi.

What do you want?

Well, I thought
that I would

take advantage
of the fact

that Billy's
in the shower

to have a little chat
with you.

Oh.

Would you like
to sit down?

Trust me,

it's not that kind
of chat.

To begin with,

this poor little
blind girl routine

is getting tired.

In case you
haven't noticed,

Billy and I
are newlyweds.

Because of your
pathetic pleas for help,

both at home
and at work,

my husband now spends
more time with you than
he does with me.

I thought you promised
to be more understanding.

Ah.

So what they
say is true.

When you lose one sense,
you heighten another.
Huh.

Well, I don't
really care what
your big ears heard

because I have
no intention
of standing by

while you sink
your pity hooks

deeper into
Billy's back.

So...

I suggest you become
more self-reliant

and find your own way
to the client party
tomorrow night

because Billy is
my date for the evening
exclusively.

So, pardon the pun,

but I guess we won't
beseeingyou there
tomorrow night, Alison.

[door slams]

What should I do
about the letter?

Whatever you want,
Matt.

Because I didn't
kill anyone.

You did.

Besides, who'd believe
someone like you?

He almost took
the bait.

You know, look, I think
if I approach him again

that I can get
a full confession
on tape.

Not only is it
inadmissible,

it's more incriminating
to you than it is to him.

What--what the hell
are you do--

I'm doing you
a favor, Matt.

Look, you and I both
know that they've
already got

enough circumstantial
evidence to fry me!

And whether you
believe it or not,

I had something
on that tape.

I had a start.

Matt, you're
kidding yourself,

not to mention putting
yourself at risk.

So, please, leave
the investigating to me.

Wrong.

I don't have to
do anything,

and I especially don't
have to sit back
and put my fate

into the hands
of someone

who's already got
50 other cases
on her docket!

All right.

I understand
you're frustrated.

But letting your temper
get the better of you

won't help Matters.

My life is at stake,

and you're telling me
not to lose my cool.

I got news for you,
Alycia.

I already lost it!

And I'm gonna keep
losing it because,

obviously, that's the only
way anything gets done!

And if that means
that I have to keep
confronting Paul

until I get a confession
out of him on tape,

then that is what
I am going to do,

and no self-promoting,
overpriced attorney

is gonna tell me
otherwise.

Okay.

I'll contact the
Public Defender's office
in the morning

and advise them
of your need
for new counsel.

What...

I can't properly
defend someone

who is deliberately
damaging their case.

Good luck, Matt.

And be careful.

[sawing, hammering,
indistinct conversation]

What are you gonna do,
look in the yellow pages
under attorneys?

What choice do I have?

Call your own
lawyer back.

She's tops
in her field, Matt.

Give her a chance.

Are you sure
you have a phone book?

Yeah. It's
in that drawer
under the lamp.

Anyway, if it's not
there, it's probably
in the kitchen.

I'll check it out.

[knock on door]
[door opens]

Good morning.

Don't be shy, Amanda.
Come on in.

I just thought
I would drop by to
let you both know

that after putting
enormous pressure
on my contractors,

they have committed
to having
Matt's apartment

up and running
in two weeks.

Good.

Just hope I'm
still around
to enjoy it.

Oh, Matt, I haven't
had the chance
to say this to you,

but I heard about
your problems,
and I'm really sorry.

Thanks. I appreciate
your concern.

And I want you to know
that while some people
may not feel comfortable

with your presence here,
you have my full support.

I mean, the way I see it,
even if you did
murder that woman,

it was clearly
a crime of passion.

I mean, it's not as though
you're a serial killer.

Anyway, I'm off.
See you two.

Good old Amanda.
What a pal.

[telephone rings]

Hello.

Yeah. Can I talk
to Matt?

Sure, who's calling?

Look. Just put him
on the phone.

Doesn't even want
to say who he is.

Hello.

I've been thinking.
We should talk.

Paul?

Come to my house tonight.

We'll figure things out
between us.

Fine.

I'll meet you there.

And bring the letter.

[dial tone]

What did he want?

To meet.

This is my chance.

As you can see,

this is clearly
a manifestation
of schizophrenia,

possible multiple
personality disorder.

I think the best
course of action

is admitting her into
a private facility

I have some
involvement with--

Sun Glen, just outside
of Los Angeles,

and they have a very
effective program

in treating
this disorder.

Kimberly, can you
talk to me?

Just for a moment.
Shh!

Don't talk.

Can't.

Dr. Burns,

may I have
a word with you, please?

What's your diagnosis?

Well, I've examined
her records,

and it's quite clear

that Miss Shaw
intended to cause
bodily harm

in a well-planned
bombing.

And aside from
a mildly violent
escape attempt,

there's nothing
to indicate

that this patient
is in any way
criminally insane.

In fact,
the only thing
I'd attribute

to this patient
is bad acting.

Nice try, though.

I'm sorry, doctor...

but this is a serious
misdiagnosis on your part.

You'll get my bill
in the mail.

As you can see,
I've done several
runway assignments

since I worked
for you last.

Very nice.

But I don't need
to hear your
qualifications, Jo.

You've already
got my vote for
staff photographer.

Oh, Jane, thanks.
It means a lot to me.

Who else do
I have to meet with?

No one. I'm basically
running this end
of the company.

Really?

Because I didn't
hear anything

about you taking over
for Mackenzie.

Well, for the moment,

we're keeping
her status quiet.

"Status." You make it sound
like she's dead.

She is.

Jane, my God,
is that ethical?

No. It's good business.

Jane...

It's simply a way
to protect the
company's interests.

And it's only temporary.

I mean, believe me.
When it's appropriate,

we'll go public
with the news.

Oh, I see. So now whether
or not I agree with you,

I have to keep
my mouth shut, too.

Jo, this is a fantastic
opportunity for you.

I mean, do yourself
a favor. Take it.

And leave the ethics
to me.

All right.

Great.

Well, then consider
yourself hired.

Be here Monday
with your camera.

You're right, Jane.
This is a great gig for me.

Tell you what,

why don't you
join Richard and me

for a celebration dinner
tomorrow night?

And bring a date.

All right,
I'll do that.

Jane, are you sure
about what
you're doing?

I've never been
more sure of anything
in my life.

Matt.

Must be running late.

Oh, my God.

I better call
his attorney.

Something wrong?

[doorbell rings]

Come in.

Hi.

I can't tell you
how glad I am that you called.

Really? Why?

Because it means
you've been thinking
about things.

About us.

No.

What it means is,

I want that letter.
Now.

Paul...you don't
have to do this.

Where's the letter?

Look. Just, you know,
calm down.

We can talk this out.

No more talking.

Where's the damn
letter?

There isn't one.

I just--I just...

said that so that
I could get you to confess.

What is this,
amateur hour?

You're not
hooked up to anybody,
not with this thing.

You're wrong.
I'm wired to the cops.

They're gonna
be here any minute.

Is that right?

Hi, this is
Paul Graham

with a message
to the police.

I killed
my wife, Carol.

Is that what
you wanted, Matt?

Well...

too bad nobody's ever
going to hear it.

Police! Freeze!

Thank God.
He was trying to kill me,

but I got the gun
away from him.

I have
a taped confession.

He killed his wife.
It's on this.

Get an ambulance.
Yes, sir.

He killed his wife,
and he set me up
to take the fall.

Your injuries
are very serious.

Is what this man
is saying true?

Oh, God.

Matt, what happened?

He fired
at the police.

Come on, Paul,
tell them.

Go on,
tell them, Paul.

Tell them, damn it.

I don't want to
go to prison
for the rest of my life

for something
that you did.

He's right.

I killed my wife.

And...I set him up.

[siren approaching]

I set him up.

[siren approaching]

[indistinct chatter]

Alison, we've been
looking all over for you.

How did you get here?

Oh, I took a cab.

I tipped the driver
to walk me and help me
to find a seat.

I'm trying to be
more self-sufficient.

That's great.
Don't you think

you should've
at least called?

Billy, rather than giving
Alison a hard time

for taking initiative,

maybe you should be
congratulating her.

I agree.

She also deserves
a congratulations

on a job well done in
organizing this event.

I only wish you could
see for yourself
how well it turned out.

Well, I'm just grateful

to hear the band.
They sound wonderful.

I'm going to
ask her to dance.

Maybe it'll
make her feel
less excluded.

How sweet.

Will you dance with me?

Oh, Billy, I don't
think I could.

Oh, Alison,
don't be silly.

You can and you should.

We all insist.

Come on.

Give it a shot.

All right.
Go easy on me.

Oh, God, Billy.

I don't think I can do this.

Just listen
to the music,

and leave
the rest to me.

See? You're
doing great.

Thank you.

You know, they say
if you rely on your
other senses,

you can almost
see in your mind

what's going on
around you.

Feelings can be
that strong.

Well, is it that way
for you now?

Yeah.

Actually, it is.

I'm not making you
dizzy, am I?

No. No.
Not at all.

Maybe this is too much
for you.

You want to sit down?

No, no. Just...

just keep dancing
with me.

[sawing, hammering,
indistinct conversation]

I just felt so guilty.

Why?

You knew your eyesight
would come back.

It was just
a Matter of when.

Yeah, but I didn't expect
it to happen in the middle
of a work event.

I mean, there I was,
thrilled to
be able to see,

but what am I gonna do,

stand up and make
a public proclamation
right then and there?

Why tell
anyone anything?

I mean, you know once
Brooke finds out,

she won't let Billy
within 10 feet of you.

Oh, I can't lie
like this.

I mean, It was one
thing when I was
actually blind, but...

I can't fake it.

I can't!

I'm telling Billy tonight.

I have to.

All right.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Dr. Hobbs.

Excuse me.

Dr. Hobbs, uh,

I'm glad you
could join us.

We've got some
cake and some punch.

No, thanks.

Well, I, uh,
assume that
you've heard

that all
criminal charges

against me
were dropped.

I'd heard that, yes.

Well, needless to say,

it's a--
it's a big relief.

Look, I appreciate
your signing

and okaying my temporary
leave of absence.

I--listen, I apologize
for the impromptu
celebration, but...

they all insisted.

And I plan on staying
late to make up
for any lost time.

Actually, that...

that won't be necessary.

I'm sorry?

Let me put it this way.

Those charges
may have been dropped,

but that doesn't erase the fact
that contrary to policy,

you were involved
with a staff physician.

And as a result
of that involvement,
two people are dead.

Now, maybe you see yourself
as having been vindicated,

but in the process,

this hospital's reputation
was dragged through the mud.

It's not something
I'm willing to risk again.

Dr. Hobbs, I'm...

I don't understand.
What are you saying?

Better consider this
your send-off party, Fielding.

You're fired.

[knock on door]

You wanted to see me?

Mmm.

I have some filing
for you to do
on the cabinet.

Yes, ma'am.

So...

how are you handling
your new position?

Me? Oh, I'm fine.

I happen to enjoy doing
mindless, entry-level work.

Thank you for asking.

May I offer some advice?

Well, you're the boss.
I don't have much choice.

Oh, that drawer
is off-limits.

My regular files
take up again
with the next drawer.

As I was saying,
if you want to
get anywhere at all,

you need to seriously
adjust your attitude.

And this particular
job may not be all
that exciting,

but it isn't
without its rewards.

Really?

The key to success,
Brooke, is knowing that
you can gain knowledge

from any position
within a company,

from file clerk
to president.

And you do that simply
by taking everything
you can from a job

and making
the most of it.

You're right, Amanda.

You are absolutely right.

Smartest thing
you've said all week.

Well, I haven't had
the chance to say it,
but congratulations, Jo.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

Could you please
bring us

the best wine
in the house
right away?

We have a lot
of toasting to do.

Very good.
Thank you.

So I'm told
you own your own club.

Yeah, um,
for about a year now.

Shooters.

That's very impressive.

What about you, Jo?
Jane hasn't told me

about your
professional background.

I've done print ads
and fashion layouts
and runway shoots.

You never worked directly
for a fashion house before?

No, I haven't.

This is quite a leap
for you then.

And for Jane, too,

since she fired
my photographer

in order to hire you.

Well, we needed new blood,

and that's
what's great about Jo.

She's got the talent
and freshness we need

to usher in our next line.

I have complete faith
in her abilities.

Seems your girlfriend's
very lucky.

Yeah, she is.

I'd rather think
it wasn't just luck.

Oh, come on, you got to
admit, this job did just

sort of pop up
out of nowhere.

Jake.

I sure he just means that

the opportunity
presented itself to you.

Mm-hmm.

Even though we already had
a very talented person

working for us
in that capacity.

Now is not the time
to get into it,
Richard.

Who will be sampling?

Why don't you
let Jane do it?

Obviously, she's
the one in charge here.

How dare you suggest
to my new employer

that I am less
than qualified
for this job.

I never said anything
like that at all.

You just sat there
while Richard
tore me to shreds,

never once coming
to my defense.

Well, how?
I don't know anything
about fashion photography.

Oh, give me a break.
Friends support
friends, Jake.

And after the way
you acted tonight,
I don't even know

if you know
the meaning
of the word.

Well, maybe you just
shouldn't bother being
my friend at all then.

What's is this?
You're snapping at me,
you're being rude--

I'm not
snapping at you!

Look. I'm under
a lot of pressure,
all right?

I mean, and here you are
with some flashy new job.

I'm barely keeping
above water,

with no help in sight.

Sydney quit.
She was doing a lot,

including the books.

So this
is about Shooters?

Yeah.

No, it's not
about Shoot--

I don't know.

[sighs]
You're really
confusing me, Jake.

Fine. You want to know
the truth, then?

You know what the truth is?

I just was hoping
that I wouldn't lose you

to your new career
so soon again.

You know what I think?

I think that we're
both the kind of people

that need to know
where we stand.

And maybe the mistake
that we made in the past

was not giving what
we had any kind
of structure.

Meaning what,
a commitment?

The jury's been in
for a long time, Jake.

And you and I just
haven't been
willing to admit it.

How about now?

I'm willing if you are.

It's a big plunge.

I think I can
handle it.

Good. 'cause
you're going to get
a bonus prize.

I'll do your books
until you get
someone full-time.

Oh, you'd do that
for me.

Well, I'm your
girlfriend, right?

Thanks.

Sure.

I saw Brooke
leaving earlier.

Is everything okay
Between you two?

Yeah. She just went
to the store.
Why do you ask?

No reason, except
I've been noticing

a little tension
at the office.

Anything you want
to talk about?

What is there to say?

I mean, it's been, uh,
difficult, that's all.

Obviously, I love Brooke.

We did just get married,

but Alison in
the condition she's in,

I feel that I have to--

help her.

As much as possible,
yeah.

I can only imagine
how that's going over.

Alison almost
ruined your wedding,

but she is the reason
Brooke was demoted.

It's caused
some friction
on the home front.

What are you
going to do
about it?

About Brooke and me?
Mm-hmm.

I'm not sure.

I know that I'm not gonna
abandon Alison,

not as long she's blind
anyway.

I was surprised when you
dropped me off earlier.

I thought we'd be
spending the night together.

I figured
we could use
the time apart.

Richard, listen--

I've been thinking, Jane,

and I've decided to cancel
the Spring line show.

Richard...

you can't be serious.

That show
was our cornerstone.

It would be
financial suicide
for the company.

Of course,
for the company.

You know, Jane,
sometimes I think
this company

means more to you
than I do.

Don't pretend
this is about my ambition.

You're punishing me
for hiring Jo
without your approval.

No, not at all.

It's just that
some of the staffers

have been
asking questions,

mostly due to your
aggressive behavior.

This is getting
too hot,
too complicated.

Richard,

I'm sorry if I overstepped
your authority.

That wasn't my intention.

I'm just trying to do
everything I know

to ensure this
company's success.

Your success.

The question is, why?

Because you mean
something to me.

More than you know.

And I want to
show you how much.

Why can't I say
no to you?

Amanda Parezi?
Miami?

Is anybody there?

Nobody,
you blind bitch.

Case number 4653329,

the people vs. Shaw.

All right, let's see
what we have here.

Are all the
attorneys present?

Yes, your honor.

Defendant is present?

She is, your honor.

What the hell
are you two
doing here?

This is a matter
of public record,
isn't it?

You know that Kimberly is in
a very fragile state.

And what are you
doing here?

Haven't you ever heard
of victims' rights?

I'm here for justice.

Well, let's get
started, then.

Your honor, the people
have found...

You call yourself
a doctor?

Upon careful
consideration

that the defendant,
Kimberly Shaw,
did willfully

and with premeditation...
You all right?

Devise and set...
Yeah, I'm fine.

Several fire bombs
for the express

purpose of killing...

[laughs]

You were stupid
to think that I was gone,

Kimberly...

No.

Oh, God, no.

Because I am never
leaving you.

Kimberly Shaw,
you are charged

with murder in
the first degree.

What is your plea?

We plead not guilty
by reason of insanity.

I understand that
because of

the defendant's promise
to make restitution,

the people have agreed
to drop the stalking charges.

Now, may I review
the psychiatric evaluation?

Excuse me, your honor.
This woman is not insane.

This is none
of your business.

She was fully aware
of what she did

and should be
held responsible
for her actions!

Your work is not done.

They're still alive.

Do what you must do,
Kimberly.

It was a premeditated plot...
Order!

To murder
and maim, judge.

I said order!

Kill your betrayers!

Order, please.

Do it, do it!

[screaming]

[screaming]

I'll kill them!

I have to kill them!
Oh!

[gavel banging]

Remove the prisoner
at once.

Aah!

No. No!
He told me to.

He told me to.
He told me to!

Let me go!

Ah!

Aah!

Oh!

What a shame.

Looks like your
favorite nut case

is going to be spending
her golden years
behind bars.

Oh, no,
that's not true.

She might get out
on parole in, say, 50 years.

On the contrary,
you all but ensured

the judge's
acceptance of the plea,

and therefore,
Kimberly's
probable release.

So, thanks.

I couldn't have done it
without the two of you.

[knock on door]

Be right there, Jo.

I'm sorry.
I was, uh...

expecting
somebody else.

No problem, Jake.

Uh...
do I know you?

I'm Shelly.

Shelly Hanson.

Your sister-in-law.

Jess's wife.

Well, Jess's ex-wife.

Is he here?

Uh...

Jess is, um...

He died.

I'm really sorry.

Henry:
Trapped here, Kimberly.

Trapped...

forever...

because of him!

You have a visitor.

Dr. Burns.

I'm sorry about
this hospital thing.

We'll get it
straightened away
as soon as we can.

Let's talk about
your performance.

You were outstanding.
Just outstanding.

I don't want
to see you.

Did you see the look
on Michael's face
when you charged him?

I don't--
He was terrified.

Both of them.

I don't want to see you.

I don't want to see you.

Kimberly?

You lied!

You lied!

You lied!

You lied!

You...lied!

You lied!

You lied!

She's seriously
nuts, doc.

You lied!

You lied to me!

You lied!

Aah!