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Previously on FalconCraft.

Good, okay.

There we go, the shoulders.

Hey, there we go.

It's a boy.

Well, which one of you do I congratulate?

I cannot live with the uncertainty of not knowing whose child I've been.

I decided to have the paternity test after all.

You are the rudest billionaire in the Fortune 500, Mr.

Saunders. It's a pleasure to be abused by the famous tart tongue of Angela

Channing.

Melissa! You bitch.

You are sure you want to watch me kill her?

I just want to be there.

To say goodbye.

And tonight.

Oh, Tony.

It's me, the kid.

I thought I told you not to call me here.

Tony, come and pull him in now.

Vicky, he's my son. So what's his last name going to be? Giaberti or

Melissa! You open the door! Do you hear me?

Frank Kalinsky.

Investigated for extortion and racketeering in 1973.

Conspiracy to commit murder in 75.

No arrest.

The star witness in the extortion case was killed in an automobile accident.

The car blew up.

Sounds like Tony Thompson's got his hands full.

He started following Tony before I started following him. Real discreet.

Yeah, well, I guess he thought that he'd lead him to Kim Marlowe.

I dug up everything I could out of the archives on Frank Kalinsky.

This next photo was taken in Istanbul in 1980.

Roland Saunders and Frank Kalinsky.

What a charming couple.

He's been working for Saunders since 1979.

Saunders is apparently behind the search for Kit Marlowe.

That's what I don't understand. What a man like Roland Saunders is doing with a

woman like Kit Marlowe.

Paris, 1977.

She was his mistress for eight years.

He is the father of her child.

Good job, Mr. Maxwell.

I got a call from Geneva last week. Peter Stavros is over there asking all

wrong questions.

Maybe he'll forget about them when he finds out the truth about a lady called

Skyler Kimmel.

Well, at least it's good for something.

Though I don't see how it's going to help you to fight Angela.

It will, Braxton, it will.

As soon as I get Miss Marlowe in the flesh.

Tuscany Line Corporation knocked off another vineyard today.

Yeah, I heard. Brandon Kane's place.

I wonder who's behind it. If you ever find out, let me know. Do we have to

about that outrage at dinner?

It's going to impose itself on our collective consciousness sometime, Mrs.

Cheney. I think it's Richard. Well, if it is, I'll put him out of business,

that's all.

He and his distributorship.

I suspect Peter Stavros is a better candidate.

What would he want with a vineyard? He has one glass of wine a month.

He said he blamed the entire valley for the death of his stepdaughter.

Perhaps he's paying the valley back.

For all the wrong reasons.

I know a user when I see one.

Skyler Kimball came to town with one thing on her mind.

Peter's money.

What's the emergency?

What's the emergency? These fools think they're going to take my land away.

Don't let them do it.

Don't look at me.

Times like this, I wish I could rewrite my job description. Who are you?

Philip Gates.

I represent the Tuscany Land Corporation.

Miss Short has defaulted in her loan obligation.

Now, hold on. I personally wrote a check for $30 ,000 to cover three payments.

Phone your bank in the morning, Mr. Gioverti.

Your check was returned uncashed.

It arrived three days after the due date.

The eviction papers.

They want you out by noon Friday.

Excuse me. Who are you working for?

My employers value their privacy.

Good night, Mr. Gioberti.

Miss Short, I'm sorry, but it's out of my hands.

Get out of here.

This land's been in my family for over a century. If I lose it, I've got nothing

left. I'll call my lawyer. We'll do whatever's possible.

I can't stay here tonight.

You can stay at my place.

It's a big house. There's more than one bedroom.

End of discussion.

You've got enough here to get the case reopened.

You could wipe them out.

Richard Channing is Angela's enemy, not mine.

She doesn't seem to want my help.

Well, then forget about Angela.

You've got a sworn statement here from a Geneva banker. Somebody's got to put a

stop to this guy.

He's ruthless.

He's underhanded, dishonest. Get one of my competitors talking about me and

you'll hear a lot worse.

Well, then I'll put a stop to it. No, you won't.

If Angela wants Richard's head, she'll have to get it herself.

But no member of my family is going to help her.

Understood?

Dad?

Hey, good morning. Morning, early bird.

What's happening?

I was on the way to the spa, thought I might talk you into breakfast.

Well... Hi.

Oh, Vicki, you've met Gabrielle. Sure.

I guess you'll be dining in.

Oh, Vicki, wait a minute. I just want to explain. Don't.

I'd hate to think what you'd do with those if we had a cat.

Look, we have to talk about our finances.

Not interested.

We have enough money to keep the winery going for four months.

After that, it's hat in the hands of the bank.

Again. Big spender?

Last I heard, you walked away from the New Globe with millions.

What did you do, buy Dina a diamond corset?

I bought some winery from Eric Stavros, the winery that you have half interest

in, the winery that you don't seem to care about anymore.

Oh, I cared until I got signed with you for a partner.

We're not going to start producing wine for another year.

That means no income.

I don't know about you, but I don't want to go broke.

I've never heard you so worried.

But I have something that's going to make you feel a lot better.

Don't I look pretty?

If I didn't know better, I'd say you made a living at this.

I do.

Line up a target and fire away. That's what the newspaper business is all

Nine in the corner.

Be careful, Channing.

Some targets tend to fire back.

Six from the side.

Matter of fact, you're in my sights right now, Saunders.

We're planning on running an article about you in the New Globe.

I told my reporters to delve into your personal life.

Maybe focus on your love interest.

Thirteen in the side.

Bore your readers.

Oh, love is my readers' second favorite topic.

What's their first?

Death. Eight in the corner.

Well done.

Thanks for the game.

You're welcome.

What?

Depends on who you ask.

Jenning knows I'm after Kit.

Is that going to be a problem?

Only for him.

It's me, it's Kit.

I thought I told you not to call me here.

These friends of yours have been, they've been all over me.

They haven't tried to hurt you, have they, Tony?

No, and they won't. They won't hurt either of us as long as we don't make a

mistake.

So don't, please, don't call me here anymore.

Tony.

Saunders, pull Tony Compson in.

Tony Compson, pull him in now.

You ready, baby?

Skylar.

No.

Addle, I'm a kid chick.

Mom, let's go.

I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else.

How much longer are we going to have to keep hiding?

Have you settled on a name?

Yes, he's a strong little guy.

Mom, I'm glad you bought a crib.

Well, it was either that or the bathtub.

That's not what I meant. You could have borrowed one.

Uh, I think he needs a change.

There we go.

You got the bag? Yes, I do.

What's with you, Vicki?

I've been in a lousy mood ever since you picked me up at the hospital. What's

the matter?

First you agonize over his name, then you decorate the house. You and that

are becoming inseparable.

Vicki, he's my son.

He's going to have a place to sleep and he's going to have a name.

So what's his last name going to be?

Giaberti or Wainwright?

Well, I guess I won't know that until the paternity test comes back, will I?

you said that if it's Jeff's baby, you're going to put it up for adoption.

Why don't you let his new parents name him? Don't do this to me, Vicki. Just

don't. Okay, fine. I'll see you later.

And by the way, if you're counting on him to bring Dad back, forget it.

I stopped by and saw him this morning.

He'd spent the night with his new girlfriend.

Gabrielle Short just defaulted, plain and simple. I thought she was about to,

Len. That's why I covered for her.

Three days after the contractual deadline, the Tuscany Land Corporation

legal right to refuse payment.

I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do to help.

Who are these people, anyway?

I did some poking around, but I couldn't find anything on them.

This outfit's buried in paperwork from here to the Grand Caymans, and we're not

going to find out who they are until they want us to.

Any suspicions? Sure.

Turn to any page in the Tuscany phone book.

Chase, you interested in a little unsolicited advice?

Depends on what it is.

That's about your marriage.

Save it.

Well, I won't tell you anyway.

Both as your lawyer and as your friend.

If you and Maggie don't come up with some way to settle your differences,

going to cost you a great deal of money.

Money is a lousy reason to reconcile.

See ya.

That's the end of the class.

And unless I've scared a few of you off, I guess I'll be seeing most of you back

here tomorrow.

Hello, ladies.

Hi.

Not today, Lance.

the first and not tomorrow and not the day after that wait a second what's the

problem your wife since when has that ever stopped you since she started

threatening my life honey wait i'm sorry i'm so sorry about that

i'll take care of melissa

When's your next class?

In an hour. In an hour. Good. Just enough time for some private lessons.

Lucy Borden.

Lucy Borden took an axe to give her husband for the axe when she saw what

done and gave it to everyone.

What do you axe for this thing? You'll be stiff for days.

You act like we didn't.

I'm not married.

I'm sorry,

Melissa.

You can cry on my shoulder all you want.

But you're going to have to put the clothes on.

Hi. I brought you some clothes for the baby.

You've been crying. No, I'm okay. I really want to get into it, Richard.

Postpartum depression. Look, the last time I saw you, you said you wanted to

give me some room to sort things out. I think maybe the next time you stop by,

you should call first, okay?

I don't know where those came from.

Richard.

This doesn't have anything to do with the paternity test, does it?

What? What's wrong?

Chase is in love with another woman.

Gabrielle Short.

Do you know her? Chase is a fool.

Is he?

She's young, she's sexy, she doesn't have a baby to take care of.

I've lost him.

I've lost him.

If you've got a problem...

Where's Dan?

Oh, not him.

It's nothing, really. I'm fine.

Nothing?

Except your whole world is falling apart.

Your father's seeing another woman.

And your mother is spending time with Richard Channing.

If I had any sense at all, I'd pack my bags and leave.

What kind of family is this, anyway?

Perhaps it's time you found out.

Come on.

This is your grandfather, Jason.

Now, he was a good man, but definitely flawed.

It was a dear birthday.

What was his problem?

Women.

And this is my father, Jasper.

He was a big man, strong as an ox, and just as stubborn.

But flawed.

Women?

Runs in the jeans.

Take a look at Lance.

And this is my mother.

Lily Travers.

You know that she was the only creel woman in the world that didn't know how

cook.

But my, could she flirt.

Well, didn't that bother you?

Endlessly.

Bothered my father, too.

But he deserved it.

And this is Joseph and Tessa.

Uh, he's an ancestor, right? Well, if he isn't, he's in the wrong cemetery.

I'm sorry.

I can't even keep my living relatives straight.

You wouldn't have any of them if it weren't for Joseph.

I think you should get to know more about him, because his blood runs in

veins and mine.

I take it he wasn't flawed.

Definitely.

He had a violent temper, particularly with Tessa.

Charlie's grandfather used to tell me horror stories about their marriage.

She put up a very good fight, but Joseph always won.

This is some family.

Darn right it is.

Stubborn to the last, every one of us.

You should be proud, Via Gioberti.

With all of our faults, there are none better.

Hello, Mr. Compton.

I'm afraid we've lost patience with you.

You put that gun away or use it, but I'm not getting in any car with you. I

think you will, Mr. Compton.

Mind if I take a ride? I've never been in a silver shadow before.

Who are you, madam?

My name's Stringer. I'm a reporter for the New Globe.

Here I thought covering you was going to be a dull assignment.

You're Kalinsky, right?

Yeah, I've got you in my notes back at the office.

That's a nasty looking gun you got. A .357 Magnum, isn't it?

My pleasure, Miss Dreher.

I

don't

know who you are, but thanks.

My name is Meredith Braxton, and I work for Richard Channing.

And if I were you, I would stop by his office first thing in the morning and

spend the night in the hotel.

Sorry,

Mr. Giberti. I tried to stop him. Adam, your boss makes it a habit of trampling

my secretaries. I'm just returning the favor. That's okay, Lois.

Well... I don't imagine you're here to ask about distributing my wine. I

wouldn't sell that vinegar to Libya.

What in hell are you doing running around with some cheerleader while your

sits home with a newborn baby?

No lecture on morals, particularly from you.

Maggie is one of the finest women I've ever known.

She gets raped by a maniac, and you turn your back on her. Mind your own

business, Richard. I can't. I'm too fond of Maggie, and I used to have such

admiration for you, Chase. I envied what you and Maggie had. I would have...

Given everything I own to have that kind of happiness. You're wasting your time

and mine. Now get out of my office.

Fine.

I want to tell you something. I told you this once before.

You turn your back on Maggie and I may just come courting.

We'll see if you can live with that.

Jenny's doing all he can to keep this little game interesting.

With Channing coming down feet first, we are playing a very dangerous game.

I've never seen you so nervous.

My name is on file at the New Globe, Mr. Saunders. Mine, too.

But I'm not pacing like a caged animal.

Channing will get what's coming to him, sir.

So will Kip Martin.

Oh, it's Kevin. Kevin. I decided on Kevin.

Would you like to hold him?

There we go.

Okay.

That's my little guy.

I think he likes me. Yeah, I think he does.

I think he's going to be a real bruiser.

I've wanted to have a baby for so long, and it'll never happen.

You know, Emma, I just think sometimes in life... Maggie, don't tell me that

it's not the end of the world.

Because it is.

You know, I'm going to need a lot of help with this little guy, so you can

over and visit any time you want.

Okay?

I want to be more than just Aunt Emma to him.

Aren't you going to offer us a drink?

No, I'm going to do better than that.

I'm going to offer you a way out of your financial predicament.

Okay, well, cut the garbage.

I know you've done your checking. You know that we had to borrow an awful lot

money to complete the building of that winery, and we needed to borrow a lot

more to keep the place open.

I'm a willing lender.

Providing I have an interest in your operation.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Excuse me, Angela.

But you really ought to take this act on the road.

You'd bring the house down in Vegas.

I don't think you'd be laughing six months from now when the bank comes

knocking.

Or the Tuscany Land Corporation.

This place is beginning to stink.

I wonder sometimes, why do I even bother?

Lance. What?

I'm going to keep your room open.

I have a hunch you're going to need it.

What a colossal waste of time.

That's why I insisted on coming.

It's so much fun watching Angela rub your nose in the mud.

You just keep having all the fun you want, Melissa, because you're going to

watch our winery and your land go right down the drain.

It would almost be worth it just to watch you grovel.

I'm going to talk to Tony and Chase. We're going to work out some kind of a

deal. Never!

Chase and Maggie Gerberty took away my son.

And I'm going to make them pay for that.

The same way that you and Dina are going to pay for everything you've done to

me. And Angela's going to pay. And Richard's going to pay. Every one of you

going to suffer. Are you quite finished?

Mr. Compson, welcome.

Come in. I'm glad you could make it. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee.

Have a seat.

No, I was hoping this would be quick.

Oh, I have a feeling that Mr. Compson's not too fond of me. I'm not.

If you wanted to see me, what do you want?

I haven't made up my mind about anything yet.

Miss Braxton, on the other hand, is quite decisive.

As a matter of fact, she is a top -notch investigative reporter, and she has

turned up some rather, uh... damning information, Miss Braxton.

You knew a woman named Skylar Kimball quite well, didn't you? Yes, quite well.

Her death was a great loss to me.

Did you know that her real name was Kit Marlowe?

Impossible.

The picture on your left, Mr. Compson, ran in a couple of New York newspapers

after a gangland hit.

Probably the same people that have been following you.

Miss Marlowe then fled.

She eventually ended up in California where she impersonated Peter Stavros'

stepdaughter.

There's a resemblance. There's no question, Mr. Compson.

Oh, you think you can help us unravel any of this?

No. I think you got the wrong guy.

This is all news to me.

I guess we'll just have to publish what we've got.

You're going to publish an article about this?

Yeah, next week.

It's going to have the biggest press run in the history of the New Globe. This

story is going to get national coverage.

But why?

I mean, the poor woman is dead.

Thanks for your time, Mr. Compson.

He's rattled.

He's thinking.

Don't bit gangsters. Don't send their thugs out in $100 ,000 automobiles. Kid,

don't know whether I believe you anymore.

Oh, please don't say that, Tony.

You're the only hope I've left.

Look, Richard Channing knows that you impersonated Skylar Kimball.

He plans to do an article about it in the New Globe.

We're going to the police before somebody else gets killed.

You know best, Tony.

At least, just give me a chance so I can explain it to Nick.

Like a couple of days, so he can just say goodbye to his friends.

Okay?

I'm sorry I was delayed.

I hope I'm not too late for breakfast. Of course not.

Have you seen this?

Pretty bland article, if you ask me.

I expected a lot worse, considering the reputation of the paper.

Richard is too busy trying to put me out of the wine business to worry about

you. We have to find a reason for him to worry, don't we?

That was the whole idea, Roland.

Now, frankly, I'm very disappointed in you.

I promised you a leg up in the valley if you disposed of Richard Channing.

Now, you haven't done one thing.

I don't like threats, Angela.

Especially when they come as a lovely lady, are we?

Why, Richard Channing?

I came here to kill you, Richard.

I don't care what happens to me after that.

But you caused me just too much pain.

You talked to Tony.

The story I fed him must have scared you back to life.

And I didn't even get a chance to tell you how sorry I was that you killed

yourself. So it was all just a trick, huh?

Well, all the more reason that you should die. Come on in, Roland. She's

yours.

You and I, Miss Marlowe, are going to make a little deal whether you like it

not.

Sure.

That's always been your style, Richard.

Why should anything change now?

I'm going to help you get away from Roland Saunders.

for keeps.

And in return, you're going to tell Peter Stavros who you are.

Really are.

You're going to be all right.

Where

have you

been, Melissa?

Andre's an expensive lady.

It's kind of that, has it?

She's a notary public.

Sign this. Gives me complete and final authority over the winery.

And you call me crazy.

I'm going to bed.

Have it your way. But you'll never see Joseph again.

What the hell are you talking about, Lance? I think this is something for the

two of you to work out. Sit down.

I'm talking about your life story.

From the day you entered the mental hospital until now.

There's even something on attempted murder in there.

You better be damn careful on that motorcycle.

So sign the papers, Melissa, or a copy of that binder will be in Cole's hands

noon tomorrow.

I don't think he'll let Joseph up for Christmas if he knew what was in that

thing.

Cash, everything they say about you people is true, isn't it? And we eat

notaries for breakfast also.

Sign the papers, Melissa.

Joseph or the winery.

Now you can go to bed.

Shouldn't you go home?

Are you kicking me out?

You all right?

I'm psychotic.

How can I be all right?

I think you're overstating it a bit.

Then you're alone.

Everyone else in the valley thinks I'm sort of viable.

Why not?

Nice curve.

We could use you on our softball team.

Could you drop a bell for the damages and send it to Lance?

Do you think we're doing the right thing?

I don't see that we really have a choice, Emma.

My mother will do everything in her power to stop us.

Well, look, if you want, she doesn't ever even have to know.

I don't think I can lead a double life.

This is the only way you can be sure of ever getting custody of a child.

Do you love me?

I think you know I do.

In that case... I

do.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

After Johnny was killed, I...

I went to Palm Beach. I thought my old friend Skyler Kimball might be able to

help me. And that was when Skyler got a letter from Angela Channing.

Right.

I guess Peter missed Skyler a lot. Just yes or no, Miss Marlowe. We don't want

this to drag on.

Yes.

It was while you were there that Skyler Kimball was killed.

That's right.

Horrible tragedy.

Yes.

Yes, it was.

How did the real Skyler Kimball feel about Peter?

She hated him.

She said the only thing he was good for was his money.

Did Angela ever tell you how she felt about Peter?

She told me that she loved him very much.

All right, that's plenty.

Turn it off.

Jack!

I want you to get Miss Marlowe out of town.

Where am I going to now?

Outside Carmel. I'll be able to keep an eye on you down there. You'll be safe,

don't worry.

Your babysitter must be frantic by now.

You know, I hate to say this, but I don't think this tape is going to do you

much good at all. The version I'm going to show Peter Stavros is going to work

like magic.

Anything I could have done.

You did everything you could.

Thanks.

I'm going to miss this old house.

The only home I've ever known.

I'm going to leave this valley.

I'm going to get my affairs in order, and I'm going to get out of here.

Bugging out isn't going to solve anything.

Yeah? It's going to solve plenty.

You don't waste any time, do you?

I know how difficult this is for you, Miss Short.

You enjoy this, don't you, you bloodsucker?

Please. I don't want this to be the last memory of my house.

Nothing like a little work to smooth the mind.

Tuscany Land Corporation claimed another victim. I know.

Gabrielle surrendered her property.

I heard. I'm sorry.

That makes 26 vineyards in the last month and a half. Somebody's trying to

destroy the family vineyards in this valley. Okay, what's your guess?

Who's behind it?

I don't know. But I'll tell you one thing. I'm not going to sit around

for them to make an announcement.

I told our attorneys to pour over every financial record in the area.

Forget that.

It'll take years before you get to the bottom of it. I'm talking about us.

Look, we have a credit line of $100 million.

It's time we started using it.

I don't know if I like what I'm hearing.

We're going to start buying distressed property.

You're the guy that's been talking ethics.

What are we going to do?

Push people out of business?

No, no, no. But we're not going to let the Tuscany Land Corporation swallow up

this valley.

sure give you any trouble?

No more than usual.

This should help propel the minotaurial Mr.

Channing to the nearest minaret.

Well, if that means an extra nail in his coffin, you're right on, Mark.

Get a bulldozer out here.

Plow this rat trap into the ground. First thing tomorrow.

But it isn't exactly a rat trap, but oh, it'll make a beautiful vineyard.

Yes, Mrs. Channing.

Let's go.

I apologize for the delay. I had a delivery.

I'm glad you both could come.

Well, this isn't the kind of news one wants to hear over the phone.

The lab finished the workup on the paternity test.

The blood samples did not match.

You're not the father of this baby.

There's no question.

About the results?

None.

I'm sorry.

Chase, please don't.

Okay, just leave me alone.

Hello, Peter. May I come in?

No.

I have some news.

About Skyler.

Nice place you have here.

Ah.

I see you got the VCR I sent up as a present.

I think you better have a seat.

It's a tape.

Tells the story.

Skylar.

What's the date today?

February 16th, 1987.

She's alive. It was her.

What's your name?

My name is Kit Marlowe.

No, no. Yes.

Why don't you tell me how that happened?

I was living with a man named Johnny Kent.

I guess you'd call him a gangster.

Anyway, one night we went out to dinner.

And it was gunned down.

They were after me too, but I got away.

Get to the point.

After Johnny was killed, I went to Palm Beach.

I thought my old friend Skylar Kimball might be able to help me. But Angela

Channing had a better idea.

She decided to use you against Peter.

Right.

I guess Peter missed Skyler a lot.

So Angela arranged for you to impersonate Skyler.

That's right.

And it was while you were there that Skyler was killed.

Skyler? That's right. My Skyler?

That was convenient.

Yes.

Yes, it was.

Did Angela ever tell you why she was doing this to Peter? She hated him. She

said the only thing he was good for was his money.

How did Skyler feel about Peter?

And she loved him very much.

So it was all a lie.

A plan concocted by my darling wife. Even the suicide.

Angela didn't have anything to do with that, Peter.

But a good friend of hers did.

The same man who was responsible for killing your stepdaughter.

Roland Saunders.

Roland Saunders.

That's right.

Where is this girl now?

Miss Marlowe.

She surfaced long enough to talk to me, but she didn't exactly want to leave a

mailing address.

You're going to run this story in your newspaper? It's up to you.

You still want me to fight Angela with you?

her into the ground.

I'm going to kill Roland Saunders with my bare hands.