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Well, this will take care
of everything you require.

Would you like me to pack
your tennis clothes?

No, thank you, Joseph, that's fine.

All right, I'll take this downstairs
and ask Alfred to bring the car around.

Blake, are you really gonna fly
to Vegas on a night like this?

Got to, darling.
It's an emergency.

You know,
some wives might not buy that.

- Oh, really?
- Oh, yes, some wives

might think that their husbands
are off for a rendezvous

with one of those
luscious chorus girls.

I'm trapped. You guessed it.

Her name is Marlena
and she is very, very luscious.

Brat.

Blake, I wanna come with you.
May l?

It's only an overnight trip.

Well, I wanna be with you.
Overnight.

But it's a business trip, darling.

And very frankly, I'm gonna be dealing
with Logan Rhinewood and his people

when I'm in Vegas.
I'd much rather not have you along.

Well, then, won't you just wait
until the weather clears?

Why, Paul has flown through
much worse than this.

I've gotta go, darling.
I've gotta go alone.

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

Niko, I've been really worried.

Oh, what are you worried about?
Come on.

Flight from New York was safe.
The flight to Honolulu

- tomorrow'll be safe.
- You know what I'm saying.

The night when I called.
The way you sounded.

- The obsession in your voice.
- Oh, little sister, please, please, huh?

- Don't start again.
- Don't start?

Fine. Okay. I'll stop.

You come back home
and give all this up.

Johnny's dead.

You know?

He's dead.

Niko,

you moved out here
three months ago.

But you're no closer to proving

that Blake Carrington
had anything to do with it.

Johnny was my kid brother too.

- Can't you forget the past?
- No, I can't and I won't.

Why?

All right, I know, I understand.

It was you who took that trip.
Not me.

- It was you who saw the jail--
- He hanged himself.

That's right, it was me, Terry.
I saw him.

And maybe if you were there,
maybe then you'd really understand

and shut up about this.

- I can't shut up about this!
- Why?

How many times
do I have to tell you?

This man could have kept him alive!

From 7,000 miles away,
with one lousy phone call,

one lousy phone call,

he could have told them
to let Johnny live.

He has the connections.
He knew the right people.

He could have got Johnny
out of that hellhole.

Niko, you're a psychiatrist.
What can you do?

You don't even work in the place
where this Carrington works.

It's all right.

How-- How can you find the proof?

I don't know.

But I'll find it.

And if you do, then what?

Vietnam wasn't enough war for you?

Are you a murderer?

Do you want to kill the man?

Kill him? Terry...

No, I don't wanna kill him.

That's too good for him.

I want him alive.

I wanna see
Blake Carrington suffer.

Good evening, sir.

Oh, it's after midnight.
I should say, "Good morning."

Can I bring you some coffee, tea,
or maybe just a little friendly company?

Fallon, what the devil
are you doing here?

Well,

I might be a lousy stewardess,
but I'm a good stowaway.

Or maybe I'm just
a concerned daughter.

You're flying to Vegas
to meet with Logan Rhinewood.

Okay. But I'm gonna be there
when you do.

- Are you?
- Yes.

You still read the papers, don't you?
He's a gangster. A shark.

I have dealt with a few in my time.
Without you interfering.

Now, young lady, you sit right down,
I wanna talk to you.

Now, what is going on?

Tonight, you foolishly
sneak aboard this airplane.

This afternoon, you tell me--
Foolishly, very foolishly.

--that you could get Cecil Colby
to postpone payment on his loan

if you would promise
not to divorce Jeff.

- What are you doing?
- What's foolish about a daughter

trying to help her father
when he needs it?

I don't need your help. Not on this.

- Don't you?
- No.

Cecil Colby's trying to hijack
your football team.

You need how much?

Eight million? Nine-ish?
To keep the team?

There must be some other way
you can get the money.

I tried. I can't get it. Now, Fallon...

Look,

I love the fact
that you're concerned about me.

But when we get to Vegas,
you are to keep out of my way.

Now, is that understood?

I am not afraid of Rhinewood.
I'm not afraid of any man.

You are impossible.

I know.

Steven?

Steven?

Steven, can we talk? Please.

I'm afraid.

What am I doing here?

You wanna tell me?

It was that dream last night.

About Frank.

My pop.

He was in a race, an accident.

A bad one.

You wanted to be with someone?

Yeah.

I wanted to talk
with someone, Steven.

I mean, I really wanted to talk with
Frank and see that he was all right.

Except he's so far away.

It makes me sad sometimes.

Like you are sometimes.

What are you sad about, Steven?

Sammy Jo...

...that's a very long story.

Well, I've got the time.

There, I did it.

I mean, that sounds
like a come-on, right?

Me, sitting here, next to you,
in your bed

and telling you I've got the time.

Thanks for being my friend.

Well, "A person can't have
too many friends."

You remember me saying that
the other night. That's nice.

Oh, Krystle, good morning.

I think it would be a good idea
to straighten this out with you

before I discuss it with Steven.

Straighten what out, Alexis?

What's her name?
Your peculiar little niece?

Sammy Jo.

Oh, yes, of course.

The girl with the bizarre name

who's prone
to the most bizarre behavior.

Sliding down banisters, at her age.

What my niece does
is none of your concern, Alexis.

Well, maybe not
sliding down banisters,

but seducing my son?

What are you talking about?

She spent the night with Steven.

You know that for a fact?

I saw her in Steven's room
this morning

- and they weren't playing Parcheesi.
- You saw them.

And so you jumped to the conclusion
that they were sleeping together?

Now, that is bizarre, Alexis.

- That is twisted.
- Oh, is it, Krystle? Is it?

- I am talking about my son.
- And about my niece.

What are you saying? That she's
too common for him? Is that it?

You know, you sound
as though you approve.

I asked you something.

Well, you can hardly claim

that they come
from the same sort of stock.

No, I guess you couldn't.

So maybe you'd better
brace yourself.

For what?

There's going to be another connection
between Steven and my family.

Meaning...what?

Well, in case you haven't
heard yet, Alexis,

I'm pregnant.

- Mr. Carrington?
- Yes.

I'm Ray Bonning.

Executive Vice President
of Rhinewood Enterprises.

You're late, nearly a half hour.

I'm sorry about the delay.

I had to make a sudden
business call from the lobby.

Important.

Where's Rhinewood?

- Mr. Rhi--
- Hello.

Daddy, I was getting
so bored in there.

I'm Fallon Colby,
Mr. Carrington's daughter.

You weren't invited
to this meeting, Mrs. Colby.

Well, looks like I'm here, so--

Fallon, please.

There's something wrong
with my air conditioning.

So I really don't wanna swelter.
So if none of you minds...

Thank you.

Now,

what about Rhinewood?

Mr. Rhinewood?
He won't be coming.

- Why not?
- He wasn't feeling well this morning.

But please, feel free
to discuss the deal with me.

Now, as you know,

we'd be interested in a complete
purchase of your football team.

Now, hold on, wait a minute.

I made a specific deal
with Rhinewood.

No lieutenant of his is gonna come
in here and change that deal.

I think I said it, Mr. Carrington.

- I'm a vice president with Rhinewood--
- I heard you. Now you hear this.

That deal was for 45 percent
of my team.

Under normal circumstances,
I wouldn't sell 1 percent of that team.

Except...

...you're in a corner.

You know it.

And we know it.

Now, why don't we get down
to business?

For openers,

Mr. Carrington, what you're offering
Mr. Rhinewood

isn't exactly the bargain of the year.

In general terms,
your team's record stinks.

- Things are changing.
- Are they?

Did you see that last game,
Mrs. Colby?

Yes, I did.
We lost by one touchdown.

And we have a hot new quarterback.

Hobart? "Hot"?

A kid who busted up
his knee twice in college

and now can't climb off the bench
without pulling a muscle. That's "hot"?

Tell me something, Mr. Bonning.

Your clothes are terribly
Neiman Marcus.

But who makes
your shoulder holsters? Gucci?

Fallon.

Do you wanna talk about 1 00 percent
purchase, Mr. Carrington?

I've told you that already.
The answer is no.

I consider this
a very grave waste of time.

You tell Rhinewood to forget it.
It's no deal.

All right.

But you can't blame a man
for trying.

And a deal is a deal.
I respect that.

Mr. Rhinewood respects that.

Besides, we've scouted the team
carefully. Very carefully.

And most of what we've seen
shows a lot of promise.

Despite Hobart.

Cashier's check for nine million.

Now, after you look at it,
why don't we start swapping papers?

We now own 45 percent of your
football team, Mr. Carrington.

Carrington just took off
and the deal is set.

Logan, 45 percent of the team today,
the other 55 tomorrow.

You have to take this
one step at a time.

Good. I'm glad you agree.

Hey, is something wrong?

No, I was just tired.

You know, I paid our hotel bill
a little while ago.

When I checked the bill,
I noticed

that all the telephone charges
to Denver were mine.

So?

Well, you haven't talked to Jeff
at all since you left, have you?

No, I haven't.

Did he know you were
going away?

What'd he say?

He didn't. I left him a note.

Do you know what I think?

I think you came with me
to get away from your husband.

Now, did you?

Partly.

Can we drop this?

No.

That "partly" stuff,
what exactly do you mean by that?

Daddy, with Jeff...

...there's no excitement.

There's no surprises,
no sense of danger.

Why couldn't I have married
someone like you?

Challenging and unpredictable?

Honey, you don't know
how lucky you are.

You've never lived with me
as a husband.

If you did,

you'd change your pretty mind
very quickly. Very quickly, indeed.

Oh, look at that animal.
Is that a beauty, huh?

Excuse me.

Is there a chance one of us
could ride him this morning?

We'll flip a coin. I'll cheat, huh?

I wouldn't mind riding him
myself, doctor.

But I'm afraid Mrs. Carrington
has him booked in a little while.

- I see. No argument there.
- What's his name?

His name's Champ.

I'll bet he is.

Well, Claudia,
are you ready for the big time?

Toscanni and Blaisdel off
to the hounds? Or the hedges?

Or whatever?

- I guess so.
- What? Nervous?

A little. I haven't done it in a while.

You're not alone. Let's go.

Krystle!

Oh, how I do love this car.

It sure isn't like one of Frank's jobs.

Or like Steven's pickup.
He really ought to use his Porsche.

You've gone driving with Steven?

Once. To the village for a pizza.

In his truck. Not the Porsche.

You like him, don't you, Sammy Jo?

Who wouldn't? He's awful nice.

Look, Sammy Jo...

I don't know quite how to say this.

And it's none of my business.

But I care about you a lot
and I don't wanna see you get hurt.

You're talking
about me and Steven?

- Yes.
- Me, going into his room and...

- You heard about that somehow.
- Yes.

It's not what you think, Aunt Krystle.

Nothing happened.

Honest, I swear it.

You believe me, don't you?

I want you to.

Please?

Of course I do. I believe you.

Aunt Krystle,

can I drive your car
back to the house?

And then I can come back here
and pick you up when you say?

Okay. Be back in one hour
and don't go off the grounds.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Pull!

Steven, I'm glad to see you.

I hate to shoot without anyone
to compete against.

Pull!

Very good.

I'm off-target today, but you're not.

And why shouldn't you be?

After all, if you're reared
with certain advantages,

then it's only natural for you
to do things well.

To play tennis well, to ride well,
to skeet-shoot well.

Mother, I don't think that you wanted
to see me to talk sports.

What is it?

I've been talking to Blake
about your future,

about your inheritance.

Well, after all, you are our son.

It's very important that we discuss
these things. Don't you agree?

It's his money.
Guess I have to.

We've also been talking
about a girl.

The right girl,

for you to eventually marry
and settle down with.

Pull!

Now,

you were at boarding school and
you were at college back East and...

Then you had that year
in New York.

So you didn't really have a chance
to meet the right girls around here.

But there are girls
around here, Steven.

There are some beautiful,
eligible girls around here.

Maybe they're not all as pure
as the driven snow, God knows.

But they're none of them tramps.

Mother, I don't need anyone
to fix me up with girls.

Pure or otherwise.
I can take care of my own needs.

I'm not so sure about that, Steven.

Pull!

That little niece of Krystle's.

I'd say she was a tramp.
Wouldn't you?

No, I wouldn't.

Steven,

I saw her coming out
of your bedroom this morning.

Yeah, you saw her.
But nothing had happened.

She wasn't there to peddle sex.

She was there
because she was frightened.

Oh, Steven. Really.

Pull!

Look, what I do in my bed
is my business and nobody else's.

Nobody's.

Darling, please don't get angry.
I'm only trying to help you.

I want you to meet a girl.

A girl from a similar background,
the right girl.

That's the only way
that we can erase the past.

My questionable past.

Exactly.

Now, we're not ashamed of it.

But it shouldn't have happened.

And the tragedy that ended it, well,
that needn't have happened either

if you'd had somebody there
to look after you.

And I take a lot of
the responsibility on myself,

because I wasn't there
when you needed me.

But I am here now.
Now that you need me.

And you do need me.

To help shape me up.

Yes.

Pull!

Yes, hello, Joseph.
This is Mr. Colby.

Has there been any word yet
from Mrs. Colby?

I see.

I heard you were packing.

Now you see I am.

Proof positive, Uncle Cecil.

I assume this has to do--

I mean, knowing you, Jeff.
--with the offshore deal?

The fact that I couldn't convince
the others to cut Blake in on it?

Well, it was that,

- and more.
- More?

How much more?

Calling the loan you made to him
without notice.

I didn't lend Blake that nine million.
This company did.

My job is to protect
this company's stockholders.

Oh, really?

I was under the impression
there was only one stockholder

who mattered around here.

What about your father, Jeff?

And the father I've tried to be to you
after he was killed?

- That was a long time ago.
- Don't pretend you don't miss him.

I do. Very much.

But he's gone. And I'm here.
I'm doing what I have to do.

Are you?

The last of the Colbys.

The one who ought
to be taking over this empire--

And it is an empire, Jeff.
--after I retire? Is that the right thing?

For me, yes.

Look, it was a mistake for me
to come to work here in the first place.

I was warned:

"He won't ever give you a chance
to let you be your own man."

Well, that was my first mistake.

My second was leaping into a marriage
you were cheering me on toward.

You picked my career
and you picked my wife.

Correction, Jeff. You asked Fallon
to marry you on that plane that night.

No! You listen to me.

About that first mistake, uncle, as you
can see, I'm correcting it as we speak.

About the second one,
I'll tackle that

as soon as my wife shows up
from wherever it is she went off to.

Now, your ex-puppet is busy.

So leave him alone, please.

You might get caught
in a few of the strings.

It could be dangerous.

Don't worry about me.
I'll walk back.

Okay, thank you, Mrs. Carrington.

Thattaboy.

Understands my kind of horse-talk.

You feel like talking?

I usually don't, when I'm thinking.

That's a switch.

Most people I know
usually don't think when they talk.

Well, what are you thinking,
Claudia?

The future.

I'd like to get a job.
How's that, doctor?

I think that's great.

How do you feel about it?

Well, I'd like to talk
to Blake Carrington about it.

Well, why him?

I'd like to work for him.

He's been very kind to me.

He's paid my hospital bills,
he's let me live in his house.

He has his people looking for...

Yeah?

Go on.

"Go on."

Boy, am I getting sick
and tired of that.

I really hate it, you know?

"Go on." All of this probing.
What are you looking for?

What hidden motive?

Come on.

Easy, honey.

Champ?

Where's Krystle, huh? Come on.

Where's Krystle?

Let's go find her.

Let's go find her. Come on.

Krystle!

Krystle!

I've asked Jeanette to heat some milk.
Will that help?

Yes, it will. Send Dr. Miller straight up
as soon as he gets here.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Carrington. I--

I should have made my warning
about that animal stronger.

Much stronger.

I'm fine, Joseph.

I'm really fine. It's my fault.

I'm fine.

I feel so dumb.

Why am I trying to be a part
of the horsey set?

I don't even know
anything about horses.

Except in Dayton.

Merry-go-round when I was a kid.

There was a horse,
green with yellow glass eyes.

Talking a lot.
Why am I talking so much?

You're in shock. It's okay.

I feel okay.

I really do.

Well, let's run it by one more time.
Do you feel any pain anywhere?

No.

Only my pride.

I feel so dumb.

I'm sorry.

I can't stop this stupid shaking.

It's okay, Krystle. You're just
concerned about the baby.

You're basically

a shut-up-and-keep-swimming
kind of lady.

Shake all you want.

Let it go. Don't give a damn.

That's right, let it go, Krystle.

Let it all out.

Oh, Joseph?

Where is Mrs. Carrington?

- Well, now, I'm afraid that she can't--
- She's not at home? What a pity.

I wanted to give her this.
It's something

that I went into town
to get for the baby.

It's an adorable silver porridger.

Well,

she is at home,
but I'm afraid she can't see you.

Why not?

There was an accident.

She was thrown from her horse.
She's with the doctor.

How terrible.

Well, I'll just wait
until the doctor leaves.

- I want her to know how sorry I am.
- Excuse me.

I don't think it's a good idea for her
to have any visitors for a while.

Well, it'll just be for a minute.

- Just to make sure she's all ri--
- No.

I'm sure Dr. Miller
will agree with me on that.

I see.

Well,

be sure to let me know
how she is when you get word.

I really do care.

Of course.

Sure is good
to be back home again.

Oh, darling, when we stop,
do me a favor, will you?

Take a taxi home
and give Krystle a message for me.

- What?
- Tell her that I'll join her

just as soon as I can locate
Cecil Colby,

and throw nine million dollars
in his face.

Okay.

Are you piqued because
we've had a money argument?

No.

Just a growing suspicion I've had
that deep down you've resented me

ever since I first came here
to Colorado.

- Oh, no, Blake--
- Oh, yes, Cecil.

You were comfortably entrenched
in your father's oil empire,

you resented a brash young wildcatter,
a so-called self-made man.

Well, there's a modicum
of truth in that.

It's no secret
that I'm a bit of a snob.

And I didn't have
quite your brand of polish, did l?

Until you met Alexis.

She was the one who taught you
about the "right circles," as it were.

In fact, she was the one who
introduced us, do you remember?

Now, if all this is leading
to your wanting another week

to think over my offer for your team,
that's fine with me.

No, there's no need to wait. Here.

Here's what you want.

Sales contract? Good.

I'll have my attorneys read it
and approve it.

But first, old friend, you and l
are going to have another drink.

"Old friend." That's a mockery, Cecil.

Your friendship has been a sham.

As far as I'm concerned,
you can choke on it.

Just as you can choke
on that cashier's check

for nine million in this envelope.

Excuse me, sir.
Emergency call for Mr. Carrington.

On line one.

Yes?

Krystle?

What happened to her?

I left you a note.

Yeah, and that note read, "Back home
by tomorrow afternoon, not to worry."

What it didn't read is
where you went.

I flew to Vegas with Blake.

Well, then, why didn't you put that
in the note?

Because I wanted it to be a surprise.

I didn't want him to find out.

Who'd you go there to see?

You mean "which lover?"

Who?

I told you. I went there
with my father to be with my father.

And who the hell are you
to question me, anyway?

Your husband, babe.

Obviously the last guy on the list.

All right.

Two can play at this charade.

I'll be downstairs, doctor.

Hi, Dr. Toscanni.

Can I ask you something?

- If it's about Krystle--
- No, I've already heard about Krystle.

It's about you.

What kind of a shrink are you,
exactly?

I mean, you seem to be circulating
all over the second floor of this house.

Well, I've missed a room or two.

Is that the new Paris line?

Oh, yes, as a matter of fact.
It's called le look presque nu.

- That's French for--
- Nearly nude.

Or naked. Take your pick.

It is "madame," hm?

But "madame," "mademoiselle"...

These days, who cares?

I climbed in the window.

It was a little high,
but I'm very athletic.

From everything I hear,
that's your specialty.

Dealing with athletes.

Am I supposed to be surprised
by this unexpected pleasure?

- I don't know. Are you?
- No.

Tell me something, Nick.

Didn't we meet once, years ago,
on a beach somewhere?

Years ago I didn't go to the beach.
I swam off the dock in the East River.

I thought you were supposed to listen
to people's fantasies, not destroy them.

See, you're sort of
like a fantasy of mine.

The man who comes swimming out
of the Mediterranean, dripping wet.

Then he looks over at me,
and walks over,

suddenly grabs me
with his wet hands,

making me wet...

Not that I mind.

What is it, Nick?

I thought you'd be quick to take
advantage of an unexpected pleasure.

It's the altitude up here.

Well, maybe you shouldn't
keep on...standing...

...up there.

Pasquale Amadeo Pietro.

Who are they? A new rock group?

No. He was a soccer player
I met in Milan.

Surname: Palazzi.

And he told me that most ltalians
have three first names.

- Oh, that's right, it's true.
- What's yours?

Amerigo Nicholas Francesco.

- Oh, I love it.
- You like that, huh?

Sounds like music.

Mine's just Fallon.

- Maybe I should add a few more.
- Spoken like a true Carrington.

- Well, that sounds slightly critical.
- No...

...honest.

You people never get enough
of anything.

Well, now that you mention it...

I like you, Nick.

I especially like the way you're
solving all my personal problems.

My only complaint is, what took you
so long to get to Denver?

Doesn't matter.

I'm here now.

I'm here now.

And I shouldn't have wasted
all that time with Cecil Colby.

I should have phoned the house
and been with you a lot sooner.

Blake, there's nothing
to be worried about.

I heard a backfire,
Champ got nervous, and I fell off.

But I'm gonna be good as new.

Except for one bitter pill
the doctor gave me.

No more horses for the duration.

No more horses ever again.

Well, l--

What is it, darling?

I don't know.

What is it?

You're going to be all right.

You are.

Am I losing our baby, Blake?

Oh, God, Blake!