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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!

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