Melrose Place (1992–1999): Season 5, Episode 3 - Moving Violations - full transcript

Put a little excitement
in your work, ladies.

After all,
the faster you dig,
the faster you die.

I should've
brought my gun.

I should've
let you confess.

Shut up
and keep digging.

So what's your plan,
Richard?

That's
kind of obvious.

He's going
to kill us

for trying
to kill him,

take the blackmail
money and--

leave L.A.,



reinvent myself
somewhere else.

You know, I kind of
like being dead, Jane.

All my bills
and debts canceled.

[kiss]

Yeah.

You know,
it's always been

kind of a dream
of mine, too.

Blowing L.A.
with a bankroll.

Aren't you going
to be lonely?

What are you trying
to pull, Sydney?

You know, it
was Jane's idea,
murdering you.

She blackmailed me into
being an accomplice.

I've always been
more of a lover
than a killer.

Is that right?



Sydney, if you
don't shut up,

Rich is not going
to have to kill you

because I'm going to
strangle you to death!

You're just jealous,
because your lovers

end up having
a thing for me.

You are pathetic.

It's true!
Michael, Chris--
It's not.

Totally true!
Stop it,
Sydney!

That's enough!

Stop fighting.

Uh, OK, OK.

I will do
anything you say.

Just answer me
one question.

You have
to be honest.

Who do you think
is more attractive,

me or my wimpy
sister Jane?

And from
what I hear,

Jane is even more
of a wimp in bed,
ha!

Come to think
of it, Jane,
that's why the guy

had to take
what he wanted.

All right!

Eek!

You were really
trying to hit me!

Just run,
you idiot!

⪠âŞ

Look, pal,

maybe you
didn't hear me.

I said that sexy
blonde wife of yours

is waiting
to see you.

Tell her
I'll see her in court.

Ok, but if
she was my wife...

When do I get
my shoelaces back, huh?

It's not like I'm
going to strangle
somebody in here.

I'll take it up with
the deputy you attacked

and get back to you.

[door locks]

I'm sorry to keep you
waiting, ma'am,

but your husband
doesn't want to see you.

What does he mean,
he doesn't want
to see you?

Peter was talking about
really killing someone

if I didn't get him
out of here. I tried...

Well, look,
you did everything
you could.

Thanks for
the moral support.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I was just
concerned about Peter.

Bull! You're here
to talk to Peter

to get me to back off
and leave Kimberly alone.

Amanda, please, I--

Oh.

Hey!

There is no way
around me, Michael.

Either your wife
gets her story straight,

or I will hammer
a 10-foot nail
into her coffin.

Do we understand
each other?

Yes, all right, I'd say
you've made your point.

Now, could you let go?
Armani wrinkles.

Just remember:

I'll do anything to
save Peter's life.

Jane: Admit it.

You would've
run off with Richard

to save your own
slimy skin.

Sydney: Have you
totally lost it?

I risked death,

not to mention 20 grand
of my own money,

and possible
life imprisonment for you.

What more do you
want from me?

Right.
I'm in your debt.

If we ever get out
of these damn woods,

I'll spend
the rest of my life
paying you back.

I can't talk to you
when you're like this.

It's been enough.

Shh!

Did you hear
something?

What if
it's Richard?

What do we do?

Run like crazy.

Good morning.

Aah!
Eek!

Uh, are you ladies
all right?

Oh, hi.

Oh, it was awful.
We're being
chased.

Her ex-boyfriend,
he's following us--

He's trying
to kill us.
Yeah.

You're in the hands
of the National
Park Service now,

so you're safe.

Whew!

Good.

Michael. Michael!

Sweetie, what
are you doing here?

You should be
home, resting.

I know, but
you said you'd call.

I've been waiting
by the phone
all morning.

Did you talk
to Peter?

I tried to.

Look, I can't testify
at his hearing.

I'm going to
get confused, and
then they're going--

I know, I know,
and I was thinking,

maybe if we just
rehearsed your testimony

a few more times--

No. By pretending that
I remember--by lying,

I'm just going to end up
hurting his case,

I'm sure of it.

Kimberly,
we need you to be at
the hearing tomorrow.

He'll be fine.

Look, I'll see you at home.
We'll talk later, OK?

Excuse me.

Michael, come on!
I got to get to class.

What the hell's
wrong with you?

Are you looking
to get us both
thrown out of here?

What are you
talking about?

I just got off the phone
with your pharmacist.

He wanted to know
why I prescribed
50 Benzedrine for you.

I can explain that.

Oh, yeah?
Where are they?

They're
in my locker.

I'm not even
going to ask

how you got hold
of my prescription pad.

I'm just
calling the cops.

Wait, wait,
wait, wait, Michael,

what I did was
wrong, all right?

But I just need to
get through midterms.

I'll get rid of
the pills, I promise.
Scout's honor.

Like I'm going to
trust you to flush
these down the toilet.

Ok, look, you're angry
with me, but, look,
being a doctor

means more than anything
to me, all right?

So please, don't
report this, Michael.

Do this for me, I swear
it won't happen again.

I should probably
have my head examined.

But, OK,
you got a reprieve.

But I don't
intend to have
this conversation again,

so if you intend
to graduate,

you better
clean up your act.

That psycho
slashed my tires.

Well...

better them
than our throats.

So the guy's
got a gun and a knife.

That makes him armed
and dangerous, right?

Shoot to kill?

Uh, look,

maybe the sheriff's
back from lunch.

I'm going to try
to radio him again,

have him come out
and search the area.

Don't worry, OK?
We'll get him.

[sighs]

Oh, what kind of car
did you say

that Richard fellow
was driving?

A red Corvette.

Ah. Shouldn't be
too hard to spot.

Radio: Come in, Tom.

I better get that.

OK.

Come on, let's go.

I didn't realize
it was so deep.

Do you see
my bag anywhere?

No.

It's not here,
Jane, it's not here.

He took the money.

Uh, that was the sheriff.
He's on his way.

Great. Thanks.

Great, great.

Jane, you know,
if they find Richard--

I know. I know.

[knocking]

Stop it!

Amanda!
Perfect timing.

I want you
to meet my husband--

Kyle McBride.

We will be moving in
at the end
of the week.

Moving hours
are 8:00 to 8:00.

Don't block
the alley.

By the way,
how's your husband--
Peter, isn't it?

I hope he wasn't hurt
too badly the other day.

Watch out for your nose.

[whistles] You just
going to let her

slam the door in
your face like that?

Kyle, she's
our future landlord.

Back in Boston,

you wouldn't take
that crap from anybody.

Well, this isn't Boston.

There's something that
you're not telling me.

What?

I don't know
what it is, but...

this whole move
out west has been
a little bit strange.

Maybe I shouldn't take
things at face value.

Baby, you know all
there is to know,
come on.

I just didn't want
to antagonize Amanda,

not right off the bat.
It's not neighborly.

Come on,
let's go eat dinner.

Sure. Dinner.
Very good distraction.

Wrong. I'm hungry.

Come on.

I don't know about you,
but I can't wait

till you're out of here.

I know.

I keep thinking
of that first night

in the new apartment...

you and me...

[knocking]

Billy.

Hey.

Well, I just got home.

I thought maybe
I could help you pack

or at least
buy you dinner.

Well, I guess that's
my cue to leave.

If you need
anything else,
just let me know.

Yeah, I will.

Good seeing you.

Hey, listen, I
may have 2 tickets

to the
U.S.C. game if
you're interested.

You know, Shooters
has been kind of busy lately.

Can I get back
to you on it?

Sure.

Uh, about your offer:

I appreciate it, but--

You're not thinking
of throwing this away,
are you?

Yeah, well, actually--

I wore this the year
we won the league,
all right?

So I think
you should keep it.

No, no, you keep it.

I wouldn't have
given it to you

if I didn't
want you to have it.

Fine.

So where do you
want me to start?

Oh...I really want
to do this on my own.

Alison, you got to let me
do something, OK?

I mean, you know,
maybe tomorrow I could
go down to the post office

and file your
change-of-address form, or--

or maybe rent a truck
for the move.

Oh, I do need a truck.

Say no more.

Billy--

No. Now, come on,
I can handle it.

Don't worry. I want
to do whatever I can

to support you
in this move.

That's what
I intend to do.

So I'll go make a call.

[door shuts]

Tom: Boy, I wish that
I could drive you ladies

all the way home.

Oh, no. Tom, you've
done so much for us
already.

Besides, the sheriff
was nice enough

to call my roommate,
Samantha,

and she's happy
to pick us up.

So, you'll remember
to have my car towed

to the gas station
in the morning?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
first thing.

And I'll make sure
that Chuck gives you

a good deal
on those new tires.

Great. Thanks.

Wait. Stop.

What? What's wrong?

That's his car.

That's
Richard's car!

Oh, my God.

And that's him.
That's him!

All right, look,

stay in the Jeep
and keep
your heads down.

[car door chimes]

Richard Hart?

Drop the bag
and put your hands
over your head.

I said drop the bag

and put your hands
where I can see them.

I don't know what
these 2 told you,

but I'll bet you
they didn't tell you
everything.

Did you, Jane?

You raped me.
What more does he
need to know?

All I'm asking for
is a chance to tell
my side of the story.

[car horn honks]

Sorry I'm late.
You wouldn't believe
the traffic.

Tom, look out!
He's got a gun!

Oh!

[gun drops]

Is he dead?

Tom: Oh, my God.

I think he is.

Actually, we're all done

with the paperwork
and everything.

The rest
can be done by phone.

Can we go?

Yeah, I don't see
why not.

Great. Say bye
to the nice man,
Jane.

Wait.

I want to see
Richard's body
before we go.

Oh, that's really
not a good idea.

Sheriff, please.

I'll never have
a peaceful night's sleep

unless I can see
for myself

that he's really dead.

Ahem...

could I have
a moment alone,
please?

Well, it is
a strange request,
but...

I don't see why not,

considering
all he did to you.

I'll be
right outside.

Thank you.

I've never seen
a dead body before.

You get used to it.

Ok, Jane,
so you've satisfied
your morbid curiosity.

Can we
please go now?

Do either of you
have a safety pin?

What?

It's not a pin.

It's an antique brooch.
It's Egyptian.

It'll do.

Sydney: Oh, my God!

He's dead.

She's been under
a lot of stress
lately.

He's really dead.

Dr. Shaw, do you go

to the Flight Jacket
Cafe often?

Not often, no.

But you were there
recently. Is that right?

Uh, yes.

Who accompanied you
to the Flight Jacket
Cafe, Dr. Shaw?

My husband, um...

and Amanda Woodward.

Amanda Woodward?
Mrs. Peter Burns?

Yes.

And your husband,
Dr. Michael Mancini,

who is partnered
with the defendant
in a medical practice?

Yes.

And now,
thanks to them,

you remember
everything?

Well...

yes.

So you remember being
served by a waiter
named Arturo?

Yes.

But he testified
that he only served
you that night

and not the defendant.

I'm sorry,
but I'm confused,

and I can't
help wondering
if you are, too.

No. No.

Well, you certainly
aren't confused
about your loyalties--

Objection!
To your husband,
your good friend,

the defendant,
his wife--

Sustained.

Dr. Shaw,

there's a penalty
for perjury.

I want to
tell the truth.

Then isn't it true

that you don't
remember anything?

That's why you ran away
from the hospital.

That's why
you've been hiding out
at your beach house.

The truth is
you don't want to
answer my questions

because you
don't remember being

at the Flight Jacket
Cafe with the defendant.

Isn't that the truth?

Tch. Yes.

Yes, I don't...

remember...

it. I don't remember
anything.

[whispering]
Look, before
you say anything--

Your wife is dead.

I don't understand.
I mean--I mean,

why would you
stab a dead man
with a brooch?

I mean,
an antique brooch,
my grandma's brooch,

a family heirloom.

Richard could've been
faking it again.

"Again."
What does that mean?

I mean,
you're either dead
or you're alive.

I mean, there's
no in-between,

unless, of course,
you're a Buddhist--

The point is, he's dead,

and now I can get on
with my life.

Oh. Oh, it's the police,

and I'm not speeding.

I told you
we were never going
to get away with this.

They're going to read us
our rights, cuff us,

and we are going to end up
like the Menendez brothers--
cellmates for life!

All right, there's
no reason to panic.

Get away with what?

What did you guys do?

Step on the gas.

Maybe we can outrun them,
make it across the border.

Police megaphone:
Pull over.

Sydney:
What are you doing?

I want you both
out of my car now!

Jane:
He's coming.

Hi.

Hi.
Hi.

Is there
a problem, Sheriff?

Yeah, one of
my deputies found this

in the trunk of
that dead fellow's car.

It has
your initials on it.

I thought it might
belong to you.

I know this bag.

This is
your bag, Jane.

Yeah. The bag
belongs to me.

Thanks for
returning it.

Don't you want
to open it, see if
anything's missing?

Oh, no. I mean,

if Richard stole
anything from me,

what difference
does it make now?

Well, $50,000 is
a lot of cash to be
carrying around.

I'm sure it makes
a big difference
to a lot of...

honest folk.

It's our money,
Sheriff, if that's
what you're implying.

Hey, I wasn't asking.
It's just that

I've got a dead body
back at the office

and a park ranger
that can't stop shaking

'cause he's never
killed a man before,

and a couple of
young ladies with
a bag full of money.

It makes you wonder.

Are we under arrest?

No, I'm going
to let you go,

but stay out of
my jurisdiction.

I never want
to see you again.

Have a safe drive home.

Get us out of here.

$50,000?

Jane, what are you
doing with $50,000?

I said drive, Sam.

Whoa!

Hey, Matt, in this bar,
you need a license
to fly that.

Yeah, but you
should've said something
before you hired me.

Yeah, you know what?
Applause is nice,

but tips are better.

Dinner's on me
tonight.

I thought
those little babies

I got for you
were just for school.

Well, you know,
there's a fine line

between work and
play, and I think
I just crossed it.

Hey.

What's with Matt
tonight?

Huh? He's just
in a good mood.

Seems like
more than that.

So, I just
stopped by your place

to see if you need
any more help packing.

I'm all finished,
which is fortunate,

since I'm moving
tomorrow.

Yeah, I know.

I already asked
Amanda for the day off.

I'm going to pick up
a truck first thing
in the morning.

You know, Jake and
Matt are already
going to help me.

So...

Well, then it'll go
that much faster

with the 3 of us.

All right. Why don't
you be at my place
around 8:00?

OK. Can't wait.

It's going to be
a lot of fun.

Just don't say
anything to Alison,
but I'm throwing her

a surprise
moving-away party.

You know, before
you do that,

there's something
that I need
to tell you.

Oh, we'll talk
tomorrow then.

Bye, Alison.

What was that
all about?

Nothing.

Can you
keep a secret?

What do you think
I've been doing

for the past 2 weeks?

Kimberly's testimony
was damaging.

It wasn't fatal.

Which means what?

We keep looking
for a customer,
an employee,

anybody who can
remember seeing
Peter in the restaurant.

Great. Now
I know what to do
with my time, huh?

I just pray for some
hypothetical person

to come forward
to clear me.

Right?

And so what
if my prayers
aren't answered?

I just spend
the rest of my life
behind bars.

Michael gets
the practice.

You come by
for obligatory
conjugal visits

till, of course,
you find some other guy

who's a bit more
convenient

and geographically
desirable.

Peter, please.
You're scaring me.

Join the club, honey,
'cause I'm a little
scared myself.

I want to take
the stand,

testify
in my own defense.

At a preliminary hearing?

Given your recent
behavior, no way.

This is my life.
It's my decision.

No. It's our decision.

I'm sorry but as
long as I'm in here,
our life is on hold.

Amanda, don't ask me
to sit back
and take this.

Every word that comes
out of your mouth

will be open
to misinterpretation.

Well, maybe,

but it's better than
living in this hellhole.

I meant
what I said before.

I got to get
out of here now,

not 6 months
from now.

I understand.

Good, then we've made
our decision.

I'll take the stand.

[slamming]

What's going on?

Um, I'm moving out.

What? Why?

No offense, Jane.

Your lifestyle
is just a little
too alternative for me.

Sam, I swear to you,
the craziness is over.

Well, I might
even believe you,

but right now
I just want to get
as far away from you

and your crazy sister
and the shootouts
and the dead bodies.

I'm having nightmares.
I--

Sam!

Sam, please, just give me
one more chance.

I really enjoy you
as a roommate.

I like your company.

Please?

Ok, but I'm
not unpacking.

Ha! Ok.

Come here.
You won't be sorry.

[knock on door]

Hey!

F.Y.I., Amanda left
a few minutes ago.

She had to go to court.

Oh, sorry I missed her.

She fighting
a parking ticket
or something?

Oh, no.
Didn't you hear?

Her husband's
in jail for murder.

He's testifying today.

I hope it goes well
for Amanda's sake.

Yeah, well, me, too.

Well, I got to go.

Billy's got a truck
parked out back here.

Hey, Matt.

Good morning, Kyle.

The moving van
should be here any second.

Why don't you take
this stuff upstairs?
I'll wait out front for it.

There's a hitch
with the liquor license
for the restaurant.

I just got a call,
so can you handle things

while I run down
and straighten them out?

Can't you take care
of it tomorrow?

Not really, unless you
want to risk opening
without a license.

I'll be back.

Hi.

Hey.

I heard
about what happened.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, it was...

it was pretty awful,

but it's over now.

Richard can't
hurt me anymore.

Why didn't you
say something?

If he was
stalking you, I--

I was trying
to protect you,

but like I said,
it's over.

Jane, hi.

Hi.

Oh, I'm helping
Alison move.

I heard you were
deserting us.

I'm sorry
to see you go.

Yeah. I'm sorry for
all you've been through.

I wish I could've
been there for you.

I know.

Alison, I owe you
an apology.

In fact,
I owe you both one.

Forget it.

No. You reached out to me,
and I pushed you away.

But I learned
a hard lesson.

Secrets only get you
into more trouble.

Did you and Dr. Shaw

arrive at the Flight Jacket
Cafe together?

No. I was visiting
a patient in their room.
I was running late.

So Dr. Shaw was already
seated at the table
when you arrived?

Yes.

Had she ordered?

She was drinking
iced tea, I believe.
I can't be sure.

After you sat down,
did a waiter come over
and take your order?

Yes.

Do you remember
what he looked like?

Blond.

I think he was blond.
I can't be sure.

You all right?

Arturo DeMarco,
who testified earlier

that he was
Dr. Shaw's waiter,
has brown hair.

Can you explain this?

No. No, I can't.

I can explain it.
I remember.

Objection!

Sustained. Dr. Shaw,
please take your seat.

Yeah, Kimberly,
come on. Sit down.

No. There were--
there were 2 waiters!

Objection!

Peter was late.
Arturo's shift
had ended.

If you do not sit down...

I closed out my bill
for the tea so--

Your Honor,
I object again.

If the purpose
of this hearing

is to get at the truth,
how can the prosecution
possibly object?

The second waiter
was blond,
good-looking.

He might've
even said
he was an actor.

He was
a lousy waiter.

Your Honor, I request
an immediate recess
to find this second waiter.

The existence
of a second waiter
has not been testified to.

The witness' outburst
is not admissible.

I agree. However, her
testimony won't be necessary

if, indeed, an independent
party does exist

who can corroborate
the defendant's alibi.

Mr. Price, you have 24 hours
to find your witness.

[gavel bangs]

This court
stands in recess.

Ok, this one
and this one

and this one
go in the bedroom.

Why am I doing
all the work here?

'cause you love me.

We'll have to have
a serious discussion

about the division of
labor in this marriage.

Darlin', moving
is men's work.

No, no, darling, moving
is gender neutral.

Oh, so you want
little ol' me to carry
these big ol' heavy boxes?

Yes, I would like
little ol'...

forget it.

[knock on door]

Oh, if it's not
too much trouble,

do you think that
you could get that?

Sure. Don't worry.

I'll take care
of everything.

Thank you.

What the hell
were you doing
in court today?

Why are you so upset?

Because first I find you
snooping around
my apartment.

Then you show up
at my husband's hearing?

You're after something.

No, I was doing
some business
at the courthouse.

I had time to kill so--

You're a tenant,
not a friend.

Don't ever
forget that.

Why were you there?

I was having
a nooner with the judge.

That's not funny.

Baby...

Baby, I'm sorry
about everything.

Why do I feel like I'm
still being punished?

Whatever happened
to forgive and forget,

a new beginning,
clean slate?

I'm sorry.

Let's drink to it.

To us and
a clean slate, OK?

[opening bottle]

I can't
thank you guys enough
for helping me move.

Is anybody else
starving?

No. I'm
damned thirsty.

Alison?

I think I'll pass.

I'm kind of beat.

Jake?

I'm going to turn in
early, too,

but you guys go ahead.

All right.
Good night.

Alison, don't forget
to drop off your keys
with Amanda

tomorrow night, 6:00.

I won't, and thanks.

Jake, you coming?

Yeah, right.

Jake.

I forgot to leave
my timecard at work.

Could you take that
with you?

Sure, yeah.

It may take a minute
to remember where
I put it.

It's OK. I can wait.

Yeah, we'll all
keep you company.

You know, this is silly.

I don't want
to hang you guys up.

I'll drop it off
tomorrow morning.

You sure?

Yeah. I don't know
what else to do.

Ok, I'll see you
tomorrow then.

Bye.

Bye.

[door slams]

Is there news?

We found the other waiter.

And?

He remembered you, Peter.

He'd only been
on the job for 2 days

before he got the heave ho

the night you were
in the restaurant.

That's why nobody
remembered.

So what now?

You go home
to your bride.

You mean that's it?

Huh?

So they just
rip my life apart,

they ruin my career,
and then they just
send me home.

No harm, no foul.

Nobody said
the system was perfect.

Look, I'm going
to call Amanda,
have her come pick you up.

No.

Then I'll
drive you home.

No.

I just want
to walk a while.

Peter, do yourself
a favor.

Put this nightmare
behind you

and concentrate
on your future with Amanda.

All right, that's it.

You have your 20,
and I have my 30 back.

Don't you
just love money?

I'm not going to have it
long enough to know.

I have bills to pay.

I owe the employees
at Mancini/Hart
2 weeks' severance pay,

and Richard didn't keep up
with the payroll taxes.

I'll be lucky if I don't
end up in the red.

I'm sure it'll all
work out somehow.

I'll take you
to the bank.

Hi, Sam.

Hey.

I haven't received
a paycheck yet.

I know, Sam,

but with the folding
of Mancini/Hart,

I've had a lot of
unexpected expenses.

I promise...

Come on. I saw that bag
full of money.

Bags of cash just don't go
as far as they used to.

Why don't I pay
your share of the rent

for the next
couple months
and call it even?

I'm sorry,
I know you're going
through a lot,

but if I don't
get a paycheck
by the end of the week,

I'm going to have to start
looking for another job.

I will take these,

if you would just
charge them to my account
and have them delivered.

Thank you.
Au revoir.

Syd.

Yes?

Don't make me beg.

The thought
had crossed my mind,

but I guess I could
spare a few bucks
for the hired help.

Thanks.
I owe you.

Mm-hmm. 8% per annum.

You didn't think
I was just going
to give you the money?

Blood only goes so far.

Michael, got a minute?

Barely. I guess you
heard the good news
about peter?

Yes, but I'm more concerned
about your reputation.

I have
reason to believe

that one of the interns
on my rotation

is abusing
prescription drugs.

Oh. What does that
have to do with me?

Do you know
Matt Fielding?

Yeah, a little.

I'm sure you wouldn't mind
talking to him for me,

confirm my suspicions.

I think that's
a little outside
my area of expertise.

Oh. Well,
that's something

the chief of staff
could handle.

That's
still an ambition
of yours, isn't it?

Yeah, I'll make it a point
to talk to fielding.

Good, because
if he's on drugs,

I want him expelled.

And if any doctor
in this hospital's
supplying him,

I want them
arrested.

Surprise!
Surprise!
Surprise!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, I don't believe this.

We just wanted you
to know

how much you're
going to be missed.

Well, I don't know
what to say. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Billy: Let's get
a little music on.

So, how's
the new apartment?

Lonely.

Surprise.

So, Billy, who are
all these people?

Well, um,
that's, um...

Taylor and Kyle
McBride.

They just
moved into Jo's
old apartment.

Here, come on.
I'll introduce you.

Oh.

Hey, boss, catch!

This is Alison Parker.

Hi.
Alison,
nice to meet you.

If you'll excuse me,

I have to go return
my keys to Amanda.

Good luck
with your new apartment.

Thank you,
you, too.

Amanda, I just wanted
to return these to you

and say thank you.

You're welcome.

Something wrong?

Oh, um, Peter was
released from jail
this afternoon.

The charges
were dropped.

Congratulations!
That's wonderful.

It would be
if I knew where he was.

I'm going to call
his lawyer again.

I'll catch up
with you later.

OK.

Where have you been?

I've been worried
about you.

Let's go upstairs, OK?

Who was that?

Amanda's husband
Dr. Peter Burns.

You acted like
you knew him.

Really? No, I only saw him
that one time in court.

I don't know him,
and he certainly
doesn't know me.

Let's grab a beer.

What's going on?

Oh, it's a bon voyage party
for one of the tenants--

Alison Parker.

Who's that dreamboat?

Oh, that?
That's just Billy.

Don't even bother
with him.

He's totally devoted
to the guest of honor,
Miss 12-step.

Then why is she
moving out?

Who cares, as long as
the drinks are free?

Billy, meet Samantha.

This is Jane's
new roommate.

She thinks you're cute.

Hi. Welcome
to the building.

It's nice to meet you.

Hi.

Matt, could I borrow
your pen?

Sure.

So you think
she was surprised?

Um, definitely.

Look, I'm, um.
I'm going to have
to get back to Shooters.

Uh...

Billy, you want
another beer?

Definitely.

There you go.

You know, we don't
have to stay in.

I really don't
feel like being with
anybody tonight, OK?

Well, I just thought

since it's our
first night together
as husband and wife,

it should be special.

Well, as long
as you don't say,

"lights out at 9:00,"
it will be.

Peter, I know
you're hurting.

Just tell me
what I can do.

I think I might
just take a shower.

I decided that
I could use a shower, too.

Peter.

You know,
I got nothing left.

They took
everything from me.

Well...

it only seems
that way now.

You still have me.

I'm sorry.
I know you were
probably expecting

some big,
romantic evening.

Amanda, you've done
more for me

than anyone
ever has.

You believed in me,
and you stood by me

through all of this.

But I understand...

if you want
to walk away,

I mean, if you
want to leave,
just do it.

Stop.

No, no.

Now, listen to me.

I'm not
the same man I was

before
all this happened.

I don't know
if I'm going to have
a medical practice.

And I'm not going to
have any dough left

after I pay
my legal fees.

Don't you know by now
that I love you?

Not your practice,
not your money.

You.

Peter, the smartest thing
I ever did in my life

was marry you.

So, you're stuck with me.

For better or worse.

Till death do us part.

Got it?

Yeah.

I love you, too.

[turns door handle]

[whistles]

Billy.

You wouldn't have
done all this for me

unless you wanted
to get back together,
right?

What are you
doing here?

I got your note.

So I guess the music
and the candles,

guess it's not
for me, huh?

It's for Jake.

Yeah.

Hey!

Billy, stop it!

Billy!

Billy, are you OK?
Let me help you.

Just leave me alone!

Billy, come on.
We're friends.

Yeah,
you're my friends.

Just go to hell.