10x05 - Sex and Violence

[bunniefuu]

-Are you gonna get dressed? -What's the point?

Mr. Melcher, what is the prognosis on your client?

Let's say no one wants them to marry their daughter.

Are you married?

[male #1] Isn't that the famous doctor Samantha Sollars

and her intrepid husband, Detective Jerry?

You are in trouble because we know who you are.

You were here last week.

Opening deposit, a hundred and fifty dollars

but today I go through those doors

with a hundred thousand.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[narrator] Previously, on Knots Landing...

We can't afford any publicity.

This is a spelling bee.

She's not going to be on the cover of Newsweek.

[dramatic music]

These days, Gregory, I don't assume anything.

You get in trouble that way.

I don't mind a little trouble now and then.

It helps keep you awake.

Just when I think he's gonna go one way, he goes the other.

It's almost as if he gets a...

A perverse delight out of being contrary.

Paige, if you wanna get through to Gregory Sumner

you have to be as contrary and outrageous as he is.

I looked for a bathing suit, but I couldn't find one.

I can see that.

[dramatic music]

I couldn't find a towel either.

You got dressed.

Well...

Where did you come up with the outfit?

I brought it with me.

Did you also drive around in circles

and pretend you just got here?

Discretion is the better part of valor.

Discretion is not skinny-dipping in my pool.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Breakfast, Miss Matheson?

We have some fresh fruit. Or would you prefer a muffin?

Why don't you bring her five or six courses, Carlos?

She's got an appetite.

Later. Thank you, Carlos.

Is that all you ever think about?

[sighs]

[water dripping]

[phone ringing]

-Hello? -Hi, Val.

Is Gary there?

[phone clatters]

[phone ringing]

If you don't quit calling here, you little--

It's me, mommy.

I know, sweetie.

-How are you? -Fine.

Are you being a good boy? You being good?

I am, but Betsy got punished this morning.

Don't say that.

[sighs]

Mommy, who are you yelling at?

Mommy was just playing pretend on the phone.

-I love you, mommy. -I love you, mommy.

[whimpers]

[birds chirping]

[dog barking]

[pants]

[dramatic music]

[male #1] Julie.

Aggrieved.

[Julie] Aggrieved. A-G-G-R-I-E-V-E-D.

[male #1] Correct.

[applause]

-Pat. -[male #1] Next word.

Fibrocystic.

[Julie] Fibrocystic.

[squeals]

Where did you get that?

It was outside.

...C-Y-S-T-I-C.

[male #2] Janelle certainly is growing up fast.

We almost didn't recognize her.

And who have we here? Well, well, well.

Isn't that the famous doctor Samantha Sollars

and her intrepid husband, Detective Jerry?

[chuckles]

You wear your hair different now.

At the hospital, it used to be natural.

You may think you're in trouble because we know who you are

but don't go calling our friends the federal marshals.

We'll know the minute you dial the number

and we can move faster than they can

because we tapped the line.

Anyway, listen. There's no reason to call them.

We don't want to hurt you

and we wanna make sure no one else hurts you.

But when someone is willing

to go out of mind to find out what we know

it's only fair that you make it worth

our while not to tell them.

We'll call you to work things out.

Sit tight.

Get your jacket.

[dramatic music]

[phone ringing]

[shouting] No, don't. Don't touch that.

Come on.

[phone ringing]

[music continues]

Back in the house now.

-[shouts] Back in the house now. -What's going on?

Julie, come on.

[phone ringing]

Julie, go upstairs.

Honey, take the extension.

[phone ringing]

[pants]

-Hello? -Jerry Sollars.

-How the heck are you, Jerry? -You got the wrong number.

[male voice] Right, Jerry, and next, you're gonna tell us

you're not the fellow we just saw running out to the car

with the wife and the kid in tow

and running back inside?

And you're not the guy wearing the gray sweats?

Not exactly color-coordinated with the doctor's white suit

and little Janelle's outfit.

[shouting] What the hell do you want?

That's the kind of attitude we want from you

at all times, Jerry.

Now here's what you do. Nothing.

You don't leave the house, Jerry.

You and Janelle, you bake cookies.

You play checkers.

You practice on that new typewriter, huh?

Whatever.

But just send the doctor down to the bank.

We'll tell her what to do when she gets there.

In the meantime, Jerry, don't talk to anyone.

Don't try and leave the house and don't call anyone

because we'll be inside the house

before you finish dialing.

And Jerry, Jerry, if that happens

somebody is gonna end up dead.

And it won't be one of us.

You see, Jerry, the feds have got to get here

before they can help you.

We, on the other hand, have already arrived.

That's one of our little units outside your pretty cul-de-sac.

The dark blue van with the cute sun shade

in the windshield.

Bye, Jerry.

[eerie music]

[Pat sighs]

-What do we do? -Whatever they want.

[Frank] Whatever they say. We gotta stall for time.

When you get to the bank, call Mack.

They can't tap those phones.

They can't?

Then, why don't I call WITSEC?

To hell with WITSEC.

How do we know it wasn't one of them

that sold you down the river?

I know I can trust Mack. Call him.

[weeping] I'm gonna be late for school.

You're gonna be late for work.

I have a very understanding boss.

Are you gonna get dressed?

What's the point?

You sure know how to make a guy feel pressured.

Are you trying to make me feel pressured?

[sensual music]

[phone ringing]

-Pat Williams. -[male #1] Dr. Sollars.

Dr. Sollars, you ran a red light on the way here.

Dr. Sollars, now that sort of thing

can draw attention to yourself.

We don't want that, Dr. Sollars. Mm-mm-mm.

Stay at your desk.

We'll give you instructions when we get there.

I hope I didn't keep you waiting, Dr. Sollars.

Not at all.

I can't imagine anyone gave you permission to make a phone call.

You were here last week. You opened an account.

Bingo.

Opening deposit, a hundred and fifty dollars.

But today I go through those doors

with a hundred thousand.

[Pat laughs]

Nobody keeps that kind of cash on hand.

We don't want cash.

Are you a supervisor?

You can approve a cashier's check.

From what account?

Transfer the money from some other account.

Put it in your own.

Then make out a cashier's check which I take out of here

and you go home to hubby and the kid.

This will take some time.

-I have to find some-- -Inactive accounts?

I know. I know.

Go on. Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Julie, turn the stereo on as loud as it'll go.

[intense music]

Open all the doors and windows in the kitchen.

-It's stuck. -Break it.

-What? -[shouts] Break it.

[engine rumbling]

[intense music continues]

Get back.

[window crashing]

Oh, no.

What?

[phone ringing]

Computer's down.

[sighs]

Don't fool around with me, Doctor.

I didn't do this.

Doctor, it's a stupid thing

you're trying to pull here.

Now, if I'm not out of here in 30 minutes, my partners--

Pat, excuse me, the mainframe's down.

I know.

I'll call you when they've got it fixed.

[whispering] Thanks.

[phone ringing]

The computer is down.

No. It's legit.

We'll wait.

[dramatic music]

Hey, hey, hey, what's up, doc?

[laughs]

Don't you like that?

I like that.

What's up, doc? What's up, doc?

Doctor.

I would like to...

May I go to the bathroom, please?

Not now.

What can I do in the bathroom for heaven's sake?

The door's right there. You can see it.

You could see it goes in and goes out.

There's no other way out.

Yeah, the doctor has to go to the bathroom.

Permission granted.

Ah.

Two minutes.

Excuse me. Excuse me, please. I need to borrow a quarter.

I don't have my purse with me.

I need to make a phone call. It's an emergency.

[dramatic music]

Pat Williams is on the phone.

-Your neighbor. Are you-- -I know she's my neighbor.

I'm always in for my neighbor.

-Hey, neighbor. -Shut up and listen.

Write on something, doctor.

Come on. Write on something.

Come on, come on! Shuffle papers, file forms.

Do something.

Smile, doctor.

Pat, excuse me. We're back on-line.

[sighs]

Shall I make this check out to you?

Oh, no, no.

I want you to use this thing.

[keys clacking]

Hey, hey, hey.

I-I misspelled it.

Look, I'm just going to get another check.

No. You sit down. Let your secretary get it.

-Norma. -Yeah?

-I need a blank cashier's check. -Sure.

[sighs]

Got it.

Yeah.

Okay.

It's 21 minutes from here to your house.

We'll give you twenty-two.

Don't be late.

Time's a-wastin'!

[eerie music]

-Norma. -Yeah?

I'm not feeling well and I'm going to go home.

It's all right. Let me know if there's anything I can do.

-Is that him? -Mm-hum.

Dark suit, no hair?

Is his name on the check?

His name is found in the name of the check, it's Frank Arrow.

-Where are you going? -They said, "Go home."

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

[music continues]

[engine rumbling]

Hey, Meg.

Hiring a publicist for Lotus Point

is throwing good money after bad.

We can't just do nothing.

No, we can find a buyer pretty quick

or we can end up liquidating at $0.50 on the dollar.

[phone buzzing]

I told you I didn't want to be interrupted.

[secretary] It's Mack Mackenzie.

-Oh. It's Mack. -Karen.

Must be important.

Yes, honey, we're in a meeting.

Pat and Frank are being blackmailed.

-Oh, God. -Yeah, it's a mess.

-What are you gonna do? -That's the $64,000 question.

-Don't get hurt. -Karen, I gotta go.

Call Barbara and tell her to keep Meg in the house

until the van goes.

-What van? -The van on the cul-de-sac.

It's probably there just for surveillance.

-But they may have weapons. -What?

Just tell Barbara to keep Meg in the house.

I gotta go.

M-- Mack?

Karen.

-Something's come up. -Something's already up.

This place is gonna be bankrupt in about seven minutes.

It'll just take a second.

[phone ringing]

There's no sense of urgency around here, do you notice that?

Would you consider just talking to a public relations person?

Sure, we can waste time talking to him.

Then we can all go fishing.

-Gotta go. -Why am I not surprised?

[laughs] Eat it.

[phone ringing]

Well, I've had a terrible time tracking you down.

Yeah?

Not in your office, not at your computer.

What're you doing, sleeping in today?

I wish.

Listen, you're happy with your publicist, aren't you?

[Greg] Ted Melcher.

-Thanks. -That's it?

You're not gonna club me or berate me

or try to take advantage of me?

Uh-huh. Just needed his name.

Besides, I'm sure you can find plenty of people

to take advantage of you.

Call anytime.

Almost anytime.

You want more?

Breakfast?

[engine rumbling]

[mysterious music]

[knocks on door]

[thud]

[female #1] Tyler, I thought you'd wanna know

They've called in about 45 actors for this part

and I worked my butt off to get you on this list.

But don't thank me. Just give a good reading.

I know it's only one line but we both know that one line

could lead to something big if you make a good impression.

So break a leg. Make me proud of you.

[telephone beeping]

[Tyler] You've reached Tyler Watson's.

Leave a message when you hear the beep

or you can reach my agent at 555-0428.

[telephone beeping]

[dramatic music]

[female #2] Police, fire, emergency.

There's a b*mb in a van

on the cul-de-sac at Sea-view Circle.

It's gonna go off in an hour if you don't get there.

[eerie music]

[siren blaring]

-What is it? -It's a b*mb threat.

-Where? -That van over there.

Have you seen Meg and Barbara?

Yeah, a few minutes ago I saw them go for a walk.

Her car is at my house.

No, they evacuated everybody.

They made enough noise to raise the dead.

If she'd have been inside, she would have heard them.

Don't worry.

Come away from the window, Julie.

Maybe we should get out of here. What if it is a b*mb?

What if it isn't and they want us outside?

You think that's part of their plan.

I don't know.

Do you think she had anything to do with this?

Jill?

No.

-Are you sure of that? -Yes.

Why?

Just...

Trust me.

Jill had nothing to do with the van.

[engine rumbling]

[siren blaring]

[gasps]

Meg! Oh, give me a kiss.

[laughs]

-There's no one inside. -Maybe they got out.

Maybe there was no one inside in the first place.

You go back to the park, okay?

Bye. Mack.

-It's a b*mb. -Threat. It's a b*mb threat.

You didn't.

Yeah, and I really feel terrible about it , but...

Mack.

-An actor? -Working alone?

From a script, more or less.

Unbelievable.

"No, here's what you do. Nothing.

"Don't leave the house.

"You and Janelle bake cookies. Play checkers."

-He's working alone. -Wait a minute.

What about all the people that he called on the phone?

He has a car phone. He used some voices.

And all the calls he made to nobody

were from Pat's office.

The van he rented, he paid cash.

This guy did such a good job, I thought he had an army.

What about the guy I made the check out

to this Frank Arrow guy?

He's just the coin dealer, period.

Watson had this planned a long time.

He ordered these rare coins

and Arrow demanded a cashier's check.

But how did this Watson person know Pat?

Right. So let's go find out.

-Yeah. -But shouldn't we call--

No, not yet. Not if there's another way to go.

So, just in case, you take Pat and Julie

and hide them somewhere no one will find them out.

While Frank and I figure this out.

-On we go. -An actor?

[whispers] An actor!

[horse neighing]

[horse snorting]

[camera clicking]

-I'm on a runaway. -Get them, tiger.

[horse whinnying]

-Hi, Paige. -Oh, the famous Mr. Melcher.

So what's the prognosis on your client?

Well...

Some people think he's a manipulative

opportunistic b*stard.

So he's in the mainstream.

Let's say no one wants him to marry their daughter.

But?

But a majority of my sample think

he's suited for some position of public trust.

Apparently, they'd trust someone they know they can't trust

and someone they don't know.

People pay you to talk like that?

Nah, I just did that to impress you.

I'll stick to the facts from now on. Are you married?

No. What're you setting him up for?

Uh, elective office? Some board? Some commission?

Whatever he wants to do. He's got a lot of choices.

-Are you divorced? -No.

What do you want him to do?

Whatever makes him happy, I think.

[car horn honking]

-Hi. Hi. -Hi.

What's up?

Julie a-- and Pat need a safe place to stay.

Mack and I can't put them up right now

and I don't wanna put them in a hotel.

Julie and Pat are Val's neighbors, aren't they?

Yeah.

Well, if they need a safe place to stay

I don't see how we can refuse them, honey.

-Yeah, sure. -See you.

They stay in the guest house.

Wh-- what is this, some kind of marital problem?

No.

She's not hiding out from her husband?

I mean, I just wanna make sure nobody shows up here

with a shot g*n.

-It's a joke. -Yeah, I know.

Thanks, Gary.

Oh yes, we're seeing several people for the role

but we're particularly interested in Mr. Watson.

Oh, thank you very much.

-There, I did it. -Yes, you did.

-I don't like it, but I did it. -I like it.

-But I don't like it. -It's fine. Let's go.

-It was fine. -I want overtime for this.

[laughs] What?

I don't like it.

I don't like it.

The police investigated your complaint against Jill Bennett.

Well, yeah, they interviewed her. That was all.

Yeah.

Let me ask you something, Mrs. Gibson.

Sure.

Do you realize and is it clear to you

that your story sounds a little off the wall?

Now given the evidence.

Suicide note, prescription pills

Miss Bennett's trip to San Francisco

makes your version of the story sound...

Well, as if you're not playing with a full deck.

Excuse the expression.

Well, I...

I realize that the circumstances sound a little implausible.

Good, at least you're sane.

-Here. -What's this?

I can't take your money, Mrs. Gibson.

As much as I would like to.

I could take it, spend it, come back here

and tell you there's nothing on Jill Bennett.

But you already know that.

Now, if you look hard enough, you probably will find

some private investigator willing to spend your money.

But I have to look at myself in the mirror

each morning, Mrs. Gibson.

And I won't enjoy looking at a man

who took you money for no reason.

I can't take your money.

I'm not asking you to take it. I'm asking you to work for it.

Well, let me rephrase this. I can't take your job.

-Why not? -I...

I couldn't do anything to turn Lotus Point around.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

You would've ventured a hell of a lot of money.

-Here. Let me help you. -Thank you.

And you might not gain the same.

If you do it

I will at least have had the pleasure of your company

and the knowledge that I've done everything that I can.

But I'll have your money.

Were you born rich or something?

I've never seen anybody turn down money so easily.

I've worked for everything I have.

So have I.

That's why I don't want to take a chance of losing it.

-Okay. -All right.

But you'll have to pay in advance.

I don't want you filing bankruptcy on me.

[laughs] Well, I see you're really a pushover.

Hi, I'm Tyler Watson.

Well, thank you for coming, Tyler.

I had the darnedest time getting through to your agent.

I'm just pleased is all, that she found you.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, please have a seat.

Here's the scene.

-I hate cold readings. -Oh, you'll be fine.

[clears throat]

Nobody else here to read for the part?

You're the first one.

I'll see if Mark is ready for you now.

Mark, Tyler Watson is here.

Mark will see you now, Tyler.

Hi, I'm Tyler Watson.

-Yeah, Tyler. How are you? -Good.

Mark. Thanks for coming in at such short notice.

There's no problem.

So long as you understand this is a cold reading.

Yeah, and you'll be fine.

Make yourself comfortable. Have a seat.

What's this?

It's a g*n.

But it's a prop, so you can use it if you like.

If not, that's fine.

Tell me about yourself, Tyler.

Well, I studied acting for two years with Stella Adler.

Stella Adler? That's big time.

Where are you from?

-I'm from DC. -Oh, I like that.

Yeah, you guys are the East Coast edge.

It's good.

What'd you do before you started acting, Tyler?

Well, I was just an orderly in a hospital.

A, um... bank teller.

A lot of jobs to pay the rent.

We've all been there.

Start whenever you'd like.

-I'm gonna read with... -Peggy.

-Peggy? -Okay.

-Do you mind if I stand? -No.

Feel free to do anything you want.

Oh, thanks.

[sighs]

"Give me the money. It's not your money."

Hold it there.

Be more threatening.

[Tyler] Okay.

[sighs]

"Give me the money."

"It's not your money. You were supposed to be--"

That's good. But hold it now. Tyler...

Make it like, you know, you'll die for this money.

-More extreme. -Yeah, more extreme.

Okay.

[vocalizes]

[grunts]

-"Give me the money." -That's it.

-"It's not your money." -Good.

"You were supposed to pick the money up."

Go for the g*n.

"I don't have it."

"You damn well better have it."

-"I don't." -Just hold it.

"They wouldn't give it to me. Put that away, Vincent."

"What, what you think I'm so stupid you can double-cross me?"

-"No, don't." -"No!

"No, you're the one who's stupid.

I'm not stupid. You're the one who's stupid."

[g*nsh*t]

-God, it was loaded. -Yeah, they're just blanks.

That's fine. Tyler, I'm impressed.

It's all right. You can put it down.

[laughs]

That was a... That was a cool reading.

Well, I'm impressed for a cold reading.

That was very, very well done.

-Thanks. Yeah. -Thanks.

[sighs]

-Thanks. -Yes, sure.

[exhales]

That was far out.

[laughs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

-Well? -Well, I think he got the part.

Well, how'd I do?

Oh, I think I was pretty good. I do.

I mean, I think he bought it.

I think maybe I should have been chewing gum

or something but I think he bought the interpretation.

I think he did.

I was good.

Yeah.

[crickets chirping]

[light switch clicking]

Tyler.

-What are you doing here? -I'm interested in your career.

Wait a sec, you're no director.

No, but I'm interested in your career.

No, no, I think you better leave before I call the police.

You want a cop? I'll get you a cop.

We need a cop in here. Look who comes out.

Officer Sollars, this man would like a logic complaint.

Frank, what are you, crazy?

You lay a hand on me and my partners will be all over you.

Partners?

Is that like Curly, Larry, and Moe?

You don't have any partners.

No, you don't know what you're talking--

-What's that? -Look familiar?

You used it this afternoon in an audition.

You're not gonna use that.

How do you know my wife?

-I'm from DC. -We already know that.

-I'm an orderly. -An orderly?

A lousy orderly?

-Did you work with her? -No, I just knew her by sight.

-She didn't recognize you. -No. Are you kidding?

I mean, doctors don't even know their own patients

much less nurses and orderlies.

Listen, we all knew what was happening there

and we knew who blew the whistle and we knew who went undercover

because of it.

L-- listen, I just happened to recognize her

at a shopping mall one day, that's all.

Look, I never intended to do it--

-Where are the coins? -Coins? What coins?

The coins you got for the cashier's check.

They're not here.

I wanna introduce you to a friend of ours.

[eerie music]

[Frank] Meet John Doe.

We picked him up this afternoon. You wanna guess how he died?

[g*nshots]

He was m*rder*d, Tyler.

Two shots to the chest from your g*ns.

[babbles] You got this body from the corner.

H-- he'll know it's a setup.

I'm a cop, man. Remember?

I guarantee you he's not on any record books

but he will be cause of his untimely death.

Two? No.

[g*nsh*t]

Three shots to the chest.

You're next.

[pants]

-He's crazy. -Frank.

Get the coins, Tyler. Give him the coins, Tyler.

[spluttering] I wasn't comin' after you again...

I swear... I wasn't gonna say anything.

-Even if you didn't pay me. -Right.

It's right here.

Listen, I don't believe in violence.

[shouting] Shut up, Tyler. Shut up.

Right.

Frank. Frank!

I want you to have a long and happy life, Tyler.

I want all my friends to have a long and happy life.

But if anything ever happened to the Sollars family

to anyone of them, I'd think you had something to do with it.

And I'd take that g*n to DA's office

and you go down for the count.

[shouts]

[glass crashes]

Listen to me.

[pants]

-[whispering] Tyler... -What?

Now, you can take direction, can't you?

-Yeah. -You go back to the east.

You don't jaywalk. You don't spit in the street.

You don't ever get fingerprinted.

You don't bring attention to yourself.

You understand me?

Now get out of here.

Get out of here.

[dramatic music]

Frank.

[sighs]

It's not right. This feels... This feels too...

Thank you.

Thanks.

[crickets chirping]

Don't worry, I'm not moving in.

I just don't want to be caught wearing the same outfit

two days in a row.

You told me you didn't think this was such a good idea

and obviously you still don't.

I know you're embarrassed by our age difference

but it's just a cultural hang-up.

I mean, what difference does 20 years or so make?

And I know that you worry

that I'm Mack's daughter but that's the point.

I'm Mack's daughter, not yours

and every woman's gotta be some man's daughter.

And I can tell you like the idea of us being together.

Is the thought of it that bothers you?

Well, I say it's all theoretical.

I mean...

Whenever we're in bed together

you don't seem to think it's such a bad idea.

[perfume bottle hissing]

You're not embarrassed by our being together.

You're embarrassed by the thought of us being together.

I understand, either way, you're embarrassed.

Maybe for the wrong reasons, but you are embarrassed.

Well, I want you to know

that I can be as discreet as you want me to be.

Certainly glad we had this little chat.

[romantic music]

Oh, do you prefer my things on the left or the right?

[narrator] Next on Knots Landing...

Same as if I was still here

I caught you caring about me.

If Miss Matheson is part of your private life

you're asking for trouble. If you love her, I congratulate you

but it's gonna cost you.

I can't go to San Francisco with you.

Jill would be so upset she'd try to k*ll you too.

Don't you think Jill wants

to get to the bottom of this, too?

She was there, all right, she was...

working the crowd, mostly the men.

Took off about eight

and I didn't see her again, really, until the next morning.

Well, he says that you left the hospitality suite

at eight o'clock and nobody saw you

until the next morning.

[theme music]