All language subtitles for Melrose Place - 1x13 - Dreams Come True.en

I've still gotta change.
I'm gonna be late for work.

OK.

Here's your purse.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

I'm serious.

Go save a porpoise.
I've got a living to make.

See you tonight?

I'd love to, but I've really gotta
check in on my apartment, my friends.

I'd love to meet your friends.
If you're not ashamed of me.

No, of course not.

OK. Come to Shooters tonight. I'll see
if some of the guys can come over.

- Great.
- See you tonight.

See ya.

Oh, God.

A second ago, you were totally finished
with this guy.

Now all of a sudden,
everything is roses and sunshine.

There's a lot you don't understand,
and I don't have time to explain.

What's to explain?
Love is blind and stupid.

Billy, grow up. I am happy.

I'm happier than I've been
in my entire life.

Well, I'm happy for you.

Really, I am.

I'm thrilled!

Sorry about that.

Four-fifty.

Out of ten.

Let me guess.

You're an actress.

So?

I'm the casting director for
the soap opera Forever and Tomorrow.

Ever heard of it?
OK, I won't insult your intelligence.

I've been watching you.

Let me tell you, I think you
could be as big as Kim St. Amor.

Give me your name and number,
I'll call when I get back to New York.

Now you're insulting my intelligence.

But I already told you about him.

Come on, Alison. Alison, we're talking
straight up now, boxers or bikinis?

- I met him.
- What's he like?

- Sincere. Very sincere.
- Boxers.

Right, right? Come on, come on.

- OK, we'll just have to ask him.
- Bikinis. Are you satisfied?

Well, I'd like to hear more of the dirty
details, but I have a dinner date.

- Alison, tell Keith I say hi.
- Thanks, Matt.

- Bye.
- Bye, Matt, have fun.

Before he gets here,
there is something I haven't mentioned.

What's that?

He's married.

It's not like he has cancer.

No, of course not.

No one ever said he did.

Sorry.

So he and his wife
are separated, right?

Not yet, but the marriage is dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Well, that's a relief.

Now, Alison, you're not gonna tell us
he's gonna leave her any day now.

You guys are not helping.

- Alison...
- Hey.

- Sorry, the 405 was a parking lot.
- That's fine.

- Am I interrupting anything?
- No, no, not at all.

- Hi, I'm Rhonda.
- Hi, Rhonda.

- And you must be Keith.
- Yeah.

- Hi, Jane. Good to see you again.
- You too.

Keith, I had a really long day.
Is it OK if we just go home?

Sure. Nice meeting you.

- Bye, Jane.
- See ya.

He is gonna break Alison's heart.

Bastard.

- Night.
- Night. Take care.

Man...

Listen, what I'll do is,
in a couple weeks when things calm down,

- I'll give you guys a call.
- Sounds great.

- And give my best to Paul.
- All right, I will.

- All right, take care.
- You too, man. See you later.

Hey, queer boy.

Take a walk, buddy.

Stupid fag.

Can you believe Alison's having
an affair with a married man?

- It probably happens all the time.
- Really? You think so?

I read it in Esquire.
Two-thirds of all married men.

Are you serious? God, that many?

- Jane, it's only human, huh?
- What do you mean, it's only human?

Having an affair is only human?

What I meant was that, it's only human
to be attracted to another human being,

and that just because you're married,
you don't stop feeling that way.

- You still feel that way?
- I'm not talking about me.

Then how do you know?

Jane, you can't possibly tell me that
in the entire time we've been married,

you've never even noticed
an attractive guy.

- Maybe I have a couple times.
- Good.

- Good night, honey.
- Thank you, good night.

- So who have you noticed?
- No one.

- How about you?
- No one.

OK.

It's not a problem.
I'll meet your friends another night.

When they get to know me,
they'll like me.

- Maybe you were imagining it.
- Maybe. Or maybe they're right.

Keith, I've got a ton of research
material to wade through tonight,

and I left it all at my apartment,

and I've been here every night
this week, and...

Alison, if you want to stay
at home tonight, stay home.

Come on. I'll walk you out.

- I'll stay tomorrow night, I promise.
- Whenever you're ready.

Well, good night.

Alison, I want you to be happy.

There's no reason
why we can't take this slowly.

How did I get so lucky?

- Night.
- Good night.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

Matt?

Matt.

Oh, Christ.

Who did this to you?

Some guys off Santa Monica.

Will you... will you help me get?

Come on, I've gotta get you
to a hospital. Come on, let's go.

I'm OK.

- Get me inside.
- No, you're not OK. Come on.

I'm getting you to the hospital
right now. Come on.

OK, we've got everything we need.

Thank you, Mr Fielding.
We'll get back to you.

Call Detective Gold in Hate Crimes
if you think of anything else.

- That's it?
- Well, we'll do what we can.

They could be tough to track down.

I don't want you to get your hopes up.

Gold will have the file.
We're doing everything we can.

While those guys beat up
innocent people.

Look, you're upset. The best thing you
can do is take care of your boyfriend.

- He's not my boyfriend.
- Whatever.

We'll be in touch.

Oh, man.

OK. So we handle this thing ourselves.

We find those guys,
and we beat the crap out of them.

Right. They beat us, we beat them,
they kill us, we kill them.

- That's not gonna solve anything.
- So, what do you wanna do?

I don't know.

Sugar?

No, thank you.
This is... this is nice.

A guy's gotta get beat up to have
his friends make him breakfast.

It's the streets. Nobody's safe.
You saw what happened to me.

- How about lemon?
- No.

Billy, it is not the same thing.

It is the same thing.
It's just violence.

Billy, you were robbed. I got the hell
beaten out of me just because I'm gay.

- Maybe the cops will find these guys.
- Maybe Elvis lives.

They did find the guys that robbed me.

Come on, Matt, you can't give up
this easily.

I'm not giving up.

I'm just being realistic.

Hey, listen, thanks
for the tea and sympathy guys.

I gotta get to work.

That's denial.
I went through the same thing.

Thank you.

Oh, Billy, the skateboard files.
My hero.

You're welcome.

- Sorry I didn't come home last night.
- I cried all night in my soup for one.

- Oh, no.
- What?

- There were two files.
- You said "the file."

No, no, I'm pretty sure
I said "the files."

I would run home myself,
but I've gotta cover these phones.

You know, I've got a job too, Alison.
You're on your own.

Oh, I got a great idea.
Why don't you let Keith fetch it?

Listen, I need those Maximum Advantage
synopses right now.

- The clients are on their way in.
- Right now?

Oh, God, this is kind of embarrassing.
I left them at home.

- Oh, great. Terrific.
- I can go home and get them.

Could I please see you in my office?

Lucy, the truth is
I didn't go home last night.

And I left the files at my apartment,
and I completely spaced.

- I sound like a flake, I know...
- Yes, you do.

I'll wing it somehow.

Lucy, I swear, this is never gonna
happen again, I...

Alison, keep this up and you better
start looking for another job.

- Lucy, I promise...
- I don't care.

He must be some hell of a guy.

He is.

Well, then, get married or something.

But you are killing us here
at the office.

OK, OK, get engaged.
Don't want to rush things.

- It's kind of complicated.
- What?

- He's married?
- Yeah.

I wanna know what sets you off.

Hey, man, I get pissed
cos nobody looks at you, man.

Unless you're in a store,
then they follow you

cos they think you'll jack somebody.

I wanna yell,
"Look me in the eyes, punk!

Deal with me,
you blink white jackass!"

Makes me say, "Shoot,
if I smoke all of their butts,

we'll all be better off."

Except for you, William,
cos you'd be in the pen.

Hey, Amado! You still with us, buddy?
The subject's anger, ese.

What about you, Matt? Did you have
a little trouble up in the face, G?

- How you dealing with that, Mr Man?
- I'm dealing with it.

We're not talking about me.

It's your fourth week here, Amado.
You gotta talk to somebody sometime.

Tell him to talk to his mama.
She the ho.

I'll kill you, man.

- Go on, Amado. What about your mother?
- Nothing.

Nothing? What's nothing?
Who's nothing? You? Are you nothing?

I'm warning you man, shut up.

Are you angry at your mother, Amado?
Who are you angry at? Me?

Are you mad at William? Who?
Amado, talk about it.

- Say it.
- Come on, man. Say it, man.

- Amado, say it.
- Shut up!

Yeah, I hate you!
I hate her, and I hate him!

I hate everybody!

Everybody.

I know.

I know.

Man, what a day.

It's a miracle I'm still alive.

- Anything new?
- Not much.

Jane dropped by.
She got your Visa bill by accident.

And the faucet's been dripping again.

I got a call
from Forever and Tomorrow.

They're creating a new character.
They want me to read.

Wait a minute. You're reading
for a part on Forever and Tomorrow?

That nerd at Shooters
really was a casting director.

It's a really big part.
They're flying me to New York tomorrow.

Wow. You know that's the show
that launched Kim St. Amor.

I know. If I thought about that
for one second,

I would go stark, raving mad.

This new character they're creating,
Dr Aviva Lester,

she's a sexy young neurosurgeon.

Think she's gonna help Booth recover
his memory of Montana strangling Liz?

Then he'd have to remember
he married his sister.

I think she's gonna convince Jock that
Nurse Anderson survived that accident.

Anderson? Nobody's even see her
since her trip to the equator.

Yeah, but what about that mysterious
bandaged figure in room 407?

- You gotta find this out.
- I will, I promise.

- You are excited.
- No. I don't want to get my hopes up.

See?

Mr Gable here said I could interrupt.

Detective Marty Gold,
Hate Crimes Unit, LAPD.

- Hi, how are you?
- May I?

Absolutely. I'm sorry.
Here, take a seat.

It's OK, it's OK. Thank you.

So you were beaten up last night, huh?

- I was attacked.
- Why?

I believe I covered this
with an Officer Flores last night.

I'd like to hear it from you.

Second-hand information,
thing's get distorted.

- What was the reason for the attack?
- I was beat up because I'm gay.

You're sure that's the only reason?

Yeah, they were quite clear about it.

Do you mind if I nail these guys?

I think I could live with that.

I thought you might.
I need you to come down

and go through some mug books
and see if we can ID these jokers.

Also it would help if you would get
involved in our community action group.

- Whatever it takes.
- That's terrific. Good stuff.

- I'll be in touch.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Good to see you.

Better get this place cleaned up
before dinner.

Billy?

- Do you want to sit down or something?
- Why?

There you go, soup to nuts
in under three minutes.

I was gonna have frosting for dessert,

but now that you're back,
maybe I'll skip it.

Billy, I'm sorry about this morning.
I was in a real panic.

I could've helped you out.
I was just feeling a little testy.

Rosemary's Baby is on tonight.
Wanna get scared?

You know, it sounds like fun,
but I'm not staying.

I just came home to grab
a change of clothes.

- Right, whatever.
- I'm sorry.

For what? You'll have joy and fun.
And I'll have frosting out of a can.

- You are pissed.
- Don't know what you're talking about.

Don't be a jerk.

Excuse me, but I think most people
would agree

the jerk in this situation
is the guy who's cheating on his wife.

- It's not that simple.
- You mean she knows?

- I didn't say that.
- So she doesn't know.

- Billy, she doesn't love him.
- According to who? Keith?

- And you believe him?
- He's not lying to me.

Why not? He lies to his wife.

Billy, who are you to tell me
who to get involved with?

You're always telling me
I'm this repressed Girl Scout

who's too gutless to follow her passion.
Well, now I am following my passion.

He's totally changed you.
You used to have real morals.

Billy, I love him.

If that doesn't fit
into your conventional ideas

of how I am supposed to be,
I am sorry!

- I just didn't wanna see you get hurt.
- No, you just don't wanna see me happy.

Call if your audition scene
is with Booth.

- I will.
- Cool.

Aren't you gonna wish Sandy good luck?

Oh, God. That's right, I heard.
Good luck.

Oh, who needs luck?
It's a free trip to New York.

- OK.
- OK, I'm so nervous.

- Knock 'em dead, girlie.
- OK, I'll call you.

- OK, bye.
- Bye-bye.

Thanks, Alison.

Would you hand me that little knife,
please?

Come on, Alison. Billy's just jealous.

But it's not just Billy.
It's Lucy and Rhonda and Jane.

It's you and me against the world.

Come on, nobody approved
of Romeo and Juliet, either.

- Yeah, and look at how they ended up.
- OK, bad example.

- How about Cathy and Heathcliff?
- Give it up.

Keith, I need a definition of "dead."

As in what?

Your marriage.

Our relationship. Your choice.

Whoa. Where's this coming from?

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

You're parroting your boss and friends.

That is not true.

Why can't you just tell me?

Dead. A dead marriage.

What is that? What does that mean?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

You can't tell me, it's just a lie.

Dead means dead. There's nothing left.

My God, don't you trust me?

I don't know.

You are married.

Maybe you'll always be married.
Maybe you're one of those guys.

Maybe I am an idiot for even being here.

I love you, Alison.

Maybe you better get that.

Hello?

Oh, hi.

Listen, let me call you back.

No, I'm just in the middle
of something.

Lily... Lily, let me call you back
in an hour, OK?

No... All right. All right.

Hold on a second.

I don't believe it.

Your wife.

I gotta take this in the bedroom.

Hi.

No, no one. What's up?

God, you're up early.

Yeah, I've got to make up for lost time.

- Is there anything I can do?
- You don't understand.

Well, I could try.

You know, if I had a friend
in my situation,

I would be able to tell her
exactly what to do.

It would seem so obvious. "Dump
the guy. It's not worth the grief."

But when you're in it, it's different

because every relationship is unique.

And the only people who understand
are the two people who are involved.

- So you like being miserable.
- No. I hate it.

For the first time in my life, I feel
like my emotions are out of control,

and I can't help it.

I know that the situation
is complicated,

but I think I'll be even
more miserable without him.

Well, the last thing you need
is caffeine.

I need something to get me going.
I don't even sleep anymore.

I wish there was something
I could do to help.

Hey, that's my problem.

I guess this is what I get
for falling in love.

Coming.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just came by
to see how you're doing.

I'm better, thanks.

- You want some coffee?
- No. No, thanks.

This detective came by to the halfway
house yesterday to talk to me.

They're gonna try and nail these guys.

You're kidding? That's great.

Yeah, I want to keep
my expectations realistic,

but it's nice to know
that he gives a damn.

- So happy ending?
- Well, for now.

Do you realize that they have
an entire unit devoted to hate crimes?

What kind of society do we live in

when people are getting beat up
just for who they are?

Yeah, something's wrong. I still think
we should've gone after them ourselves.

You don't think I wanted
to beat their brains in?

You don't erase people's hate
by going after them with baseball bats.

You're handling this better than I am.

Hey, let's get out of here.
I'm gonna be late for work.

Oh, man.

She got the part, guys!
Sandy got the part!

On the show, Forever and Tomorrow.

- Get out.
- She called me from makeup.

They shoot her first scene today.
It airs tomorrow.

This is just a one-time deal, right?

No, Jake. They're signing her up
for the whole year.

Sandy's made it. She's gone.

She's gone.

Wow. Well, I'll be damned.

- That's great.
- I'm gonna go tell everybody.

No, that's not it.

Well, I'll bring those positive bacteria
samples down in about an hour.

Tell me about it. Right. OK, later.

Hey there. Are you Keith Gray?

- That's me.
- I'm Billy Campbell, Alison's roommate.

Oh, yeah, she mentioned you.

I'm surprised she found the time.

Well, she did.

Must be nice hanging out
on your porch,

checking out the slides
and cheating on your wife.

What do you want from me?

Trying to find out what
you're doing with Alison.

- That's between me and her.
- Maybe.

But you're not listening to her
in the next room stuffing a pillow

in her mouth because she thinks
I can't hear her cry that way.

- Oh, God.
- What do you expect?

Have your fun and throw her back
when you're done?

What exactly are your intentions?

- What are you, her damn father?
- No. I'm her best friend.

Look, this is hard
for her and me, all right?

We're both trying to take things
as they come.

Let me tell you something. This isn't
just all fun and games for Alison, OK?

This is real. She really loves you
and believes in you.

You're just jealous, pal.

I just care about her
more than you do... pal.

- Ken?
- Oh, yeah. Come in, come in.

- You wanted to see me?
- Have a seat, Matt.

- Cup of java?
- No, thank you. No.

Ken...

...what's up?

I go over budget on the food again?
I know I was a little high this month.

- I was stocking up on some staples.
- It's not that, it's not that.

I was watching you lead
the discussion group the other day.

And as much as I know
those kids like you,

encouraging Amado to vent his anger
by throwing a chair against the wall

was totally inappropriate.

No. No, you see, I didn't encourage him.
But it was a definite breakthrough.

First time Amado's got in touch
with his emotions.

Yes, that's exactly the point.

You see, I think you foster
too much self-expression, Matt.

These kids need role models.

Adults who can engender the kind of
family values they so desperately lack.

I'm sorry, Matt. It's just...

It's just not working out.

- Oh, thanks.
- D & D, may I help you?

I'm sorry, he's out
of his office. Certainly.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Thought maybe I'd take you out to lunch.

I don't think that's a good idea.

I hated the way we left things
last night.

Well, me too, but...
What do you want me to do?

You know, I mean, I've got feelings,
and you just can't ignore them.

I feel like I am so far out
on a limb here.

Can we talk about this at lunch?

I can't. I've got to start
proving myself around here.

Do you understand
how I've sacrificed my work?

- Come over tonight.
- No.

I need time to think.
And I think you do too.

I've been thinking.
I can't get you out of my head.

I told you.
I'm completely in love with you.

God, stop it! That is so unfair.
This is my work.

And if you don't leave,
I'm gonna start crying,

and I'll never forgive you for that.

Alison, any messages?

Yeah.

Thank you.

OK, we'll both take time
for ourselves.

Would you please leave?

Listen, I'm gonna work this out.
I promise.

Sure.

Hey, baby.

I hate to break this to you, but these
aren't exactly peak suntanning hours.

- What's up, Matt?
- Nothing.

This detective came by work yesterday.
A guy named Marty Gold.

I forgot to tell you
they're gonna look for those guys.

- Hey, that's great.
- Yeah, and the kids were amazing.

When they found out
what happened to me,

you should've seen the way that
they rallied around me. It was...

They're talking about organizing
a patrol on Santa Monica

to make sure nothing like this
happens again.

- Kids are so cool.
- Yeah, they're incredible.

I couldn't wait to go to work
this morning.

It was like my entire faith in humanity
had been completely restored.

And then, this afternoon,
Ken Gable calls me into his office

to have a little chat,
that he loves to have so much.

Good old Ken.

I swear to you, he had no idea
that I was gay

until he overheard me talking
to this detective yesterday.

He fired me, Rhonda.

Some excuse about the way
I led the discussion group.

Said that I foster
too much self-expression.

That I don't embody family values.

Rhonda, he fired me because I am gay.

Hey, it's a job, man.
You'll get another one.

Not like they were paying you
what you were worth.

In fact, you told me Gable was a jerk.

It's just that I keep thinking
I've gotta remind Lucas to make his bed.

He never remembers. It drives me crazy.

I told William that I would take him
to the Raider game Sunday.

I just never got to say goodbye.

So do something about it!

What am I supposed to do?
Demand my job back?

Yeah, why not?

He's not gonna listen to me.

So sue him.

For what?

Wrongful something or other.
Discrimination!

People do it all the time.
You have a case.

I could never prove it.
That's what kills me.

He never said he didn't want
a gay man running his halfway house.

He talked about lifestyles
and values and role models.

Scraping the wall with the furniture.
Done more damage moving furniture...

It's up to you.

I'll have the tuna, but grilled.
No oil, no nothing, OK?

- OK.
- Thanks.

You really should fire me.
I've been...

A lousy protege? Awful.

But a good receptionist.

Now, this is none of my business.

It's just that I like you,
and I don't like seeing you...

Don't do it, Alison.
These things never work out.

- Take it from somebody who knows.
- You do?

I was a little older than you.

I'd gone out with a couple
of real jerks.

Immature. Emotionally...

...inaccessible.
- Sounds familiar.

Yeah, I thought it might.

And then I met Dan.

If I could've invented the love
of my life, it would've been him.

Warm. Smart. Funny.
He liked the opera. Thank you.

There was just one fly in the ointment.

He was married.

Dan said he was going to leave Karen.
In fact, when I met Dan,

he and Karen were going to be
on a trial separation any day.

That day kept getting put off
for five years.

For five years I slept alone
in a $200 silk nightgown I bought

just so I could look good for him

in case he dropped by
in the middle of the night.

I think about it now,
it makes me feel ill.

I was just so afraid to be alone.

Don't waste five years of your life
like I did, Alison.

The hospital scene's up next.
God, I'm so nervous.

You'd think it was me on TV.

- One day she's with us, the next...
- She's on my favorite soap.

- Let's get closer.
- OK, come on.

She's coming up.

Great, thanks.

- Your money is no good here, buddy.
- Come on, Matt.

You can pick up my check
when you got a job.

This one will be paid for
out of the settlement of my lawsuit.

Thank you. I'm doing it.
I'm gonna sue them.

Cool, do it. Sue their asses off.

What they did is wrong.
Gotta take a stance.

- Hey, you guys. The commercial's over.
- Come on.

Hey, turn it up.
Make it louder, guys.

Oh, my God, the hospital scene.

It's her!

Aviva, it's me, Booth.

Booth?

Booth?

I don't know anyone named Booth.
I don't even know my own name.

Amnesia!

- She was so good.
- Really good.

Was it a bump on the head?

No, a rival neurosurgeon injected her
with a drug that blotted out

the whole memory part of her brain.
Isn't that wild?

It's weird, her living
in New York and everything.

- Yeah, it is. I'll miss her.
- You know, we all will.

So are we ready for our ships
in the night routine?

Yeah.

Only tonight, this ship's
coming back to port.

- I'm breaking up with him.
- Oh, really?

- Where have I heard that before?
- I know, but I really mean it.

I can't do it anymore.
It's just not right.

I know I love him.

I think I love him.

And he says he loves me.
But the fact is,

I am sleeping
with somebody else's husband.

And I hate myself for it.

Well, take it from somebody
who's been a little hard on you too.

I think what you're doing takes guts.

Oh, Billy, you've been great.

You don't know the half of it.

What half don't I know?

The half where I found Keith's
address through Ocean Alert.

Oh, no, you didn't.

Yeah, Keith and I had a little
man-to-man talk yesterday.

Take your hands off my friend,
or you'll wish you were never born.

You maniac. What was his reaction?

I think he was a little weirded out.

What?

You really care about me, don't you?

Well, wish me luck.

I'm gonna go end it.

Luck.

Save me some frosting, OK?
I didn't get a chance to eat.

Keith...

- Don't say a word.
- No, Keith.

No, no.

- Keith, I've gotta tell you something.
- Later.

There's something I have to tell you.

I'm leaving my wife.
I called Lily. She knows.

I know you've been unhappy and you think
this has been just an affair for me.

Maybe it started out that way.
I don't know.

But somewhere it's turned
into more than that.

I've realized I can't imagine life
without you.

You're the only woman I've ever loved.

You're the only woman I ever will love.

For God's sake, Alison...

...say something.