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Fallon?

Fallon?

Now, come on down, Fallon. Come on back to bed.

I used to sit up here when I was a kid,

surveying my happy little world.

Do you remember what a fun place it used to be then?

Yes. Now, will you--

It's all ruined now.

Ever since she came here.

Your mother?

Is she really here? If she is, I haven't seen her and I don't intend to.

I'm talking about Krystle.

That wedding.

That damn wedding.

If that hadn't happened, Steven would still be in New York,

Ted Dinard would still be alive,

that miserable trial wouldn't have happened,

and my mother would have stayed put with her margarita-and-mariachi crowd

instead of coming back here to haunt my father.

Now, come on down, baby, please.

You're my husband.

Will you make everything all right for me?

Try me.

Jeff, you really are insensitive.

What are you talking about?

The whole house is falling apart, lives are crumbling, my life.

I ask you to help me and your first thought

is to put it together with 1 5 minutes in the sack. Right?

Tell me something, Fallon.

And give me a straight answer for a change.

Did it ever occur to you to blame yourself?

To admit you're a selfish, egotistical, shallow kid?

Next time remind me to fall in love with a woman,

not a spoiled brat.

Hey, you feeling all right?

- I'm fine. - A little morning sickness, is it?

Of a kind.

- That'll pass. You know that. - Yeah.

- You sure it isn't something else? - No.

I've got to go down to the refinery this morning.

I'm already a little late.

You don't mind if I have breakfast along the way, do you?

No.

Hilda?

Hilda Gunnerson.

- Mrs... Mrs... Mrs.-- - Carrington.

That's all right, you can say it. I didn't remarry.

You're looking very well.

So are you. Very well.

Oh, you're making breakfast kippers.

Do you remember my favorite recipe, Hilda?

Sauteed and very plain.

Very plain, and divine.

Like your divine ratatouille and your divine rack of lamb

and your divine pink-grapefruit sherbet.

I've missed them.

And you too, Hilda.

My always-so-helpful Hilda.

Then and, hopefully, now.

You see, dear, I've got this little problem.

I don't have a phone in the studio yet, so I can't get things delivered.

So if you could just possibly take this list and order them for me.

It's nothing very much. It's just a few condiments and some pots and pans

and a little china and silver.

The champagne. You mean a bottle?

No. A case.

But I'd love you to take a bottle home to Bjorn.

Make that two bottles.

Tell him it's to celebrate a very old friendship.

That's very nice of you, Mrs. Carrington.

And Joseph will now ask,

"What are you doing here, Mrs. Carrington?"

And I will answer,

"l am enlisting the aid of all my old acquaintances."

You see, Hilda, I'm going to be so busy painting

that I won't have any time to cook.

Have you learned how, Mrs. Carrington?

If scrambled eggs and toast count, yes, Joseph, I have.

So, if you could round up some help for me.

A maid and a woman who can boil water

and, ideally, do something with it after it's boiled--

I'm afraid this is all out of the question.

Really, Joseph? Why?

I'll handle this, Joseph.

Would you come with me?

Well, I'm glad to see that you haven't changed anything too much.

Except that picture used to be there

and the Ming-- Where's the Ming?

Did Blake sell it?

No, it's on loan to the museum.

That's very generous of him. And you too, of course.

Well, other than that it feels just like home.

It isn't. Not yours.

Well, that's quite to the point, Kristin.

I mean Krystle. That's such a pretty name.

I forgot to tell Mrs. Gunnerson that I need some wine glasses.

Well, maybe later.

Don't worry.

I don't expect Blake to have to pay for all these trifles that I ordered.

Why don't you save your performance for the kitchen?

You may or may not get what you want in there.

But this is Mrs. Carrington--

The present Mrs. Carrington's living room.

So don't expect anything from her here.

Correct?

Believe me, Krystle, there's nothing I want from you.

Oh, you want something.

I don't know what.

None of us in this family knows. Yet.

We only know that you've invaded that studio.

Invaded?

That studio happens to be mine. Deeded to me.

And that you intend to camp out there

until you've accomplished what you came for.

Maybe a part of what I came for

is so that you and I could get to know each other a little better.

To establish a civilized rapport.

After all, we both share the same title.

You had it once. I have it now. There's a big difference.

- Whatever your motives are-- - Motives?

That's an ugly implication.

You came back to hurt my husband,

first in court and now by moving in.

All right. That's your business, maybe your disease.

But my business is to protect my husband.

His peace of mind, for one thing.

I don't have to tell you what he's been through.

That man murdered my son's, his son's, best friend.

You don't have to tell anyone, Mrs. Jennings.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

That was your other husband's name, wasn't it?

I mean Mrs. Carrington.

I want you out of our house.

You're not welcome here.

And since you're so familiar with it,

the kitchen, the paintings, the missing Ming,

I'm sure you can find your own way to the door.

No. Not by tomorrow, by an hour from now.

Hargrave, just in the event that it's not clear to you,

Blake Carrington has to telephone Cecil Colby

in Los Angeles at 2:00.

He's got to give him the facts.

That is if we're gonna sew up that offshore deal

before the Houston gang jumps in.

And he wants the facts. You got it?

Sounded just like me.

It's not easy. Gets my blood pressure up.

Thanks for taking the call, Andrew.

And thanks for taking me away from a good lunch.

- What's on your mind, Blake? - A couple of items. Four to be exact.

First, I want you to tackle Alexis, get her out of my life.

Start thinking about a way, Andrew.

Second...

...what's this about me reporting to this probation officer today?

You wanted me to arrange it so that he comes to you, right?

If it was possible, yes.

It's not possible. No way.

Come on, Blake. You know what it's like.

I know what that place must be like.

They really expect me to be interviewed in some crummy cubicle

Iike a common street criminal?

Well, I guess there are some bureaucrats

who don't recognize the privileges of power.

Blake, you've got to go down and report in person.

Like now. You don't need any more headlines.

All right.

Andrew, I want you to drop me off down there first and then take my car.

Claudia Blaisdel is being released from the hospital today.

I want you to take her back to her house

and see to it that she has everything she needs.

That's number three. You said four things.

Yes.

I want Steven cut out of my will.

Blake. Come on.

- You don't mean that. - I do mean that.

I've turned myself inside out, I've tried everything I know

to reach the boy, to find some common ground.

My son wants no part of me.

Well, that works both ways.

You got the time?

- Five minutes of 1. - Oh, man.

I was supposed to be on a job interview at 1 1 :30,

and they had me come down here, right?

You think they care.

Nice threads.

I said, you got nice threads.

- What are you, a politician? - No.

- Well, haven't I seen you someplace? - No.

Are you sure?

- What's your business? - None of yours, okay?

Let me guess. You're into stings, right?

Old ladies and their bank accounts, right?

Hey, you want a nice color TV? I can get you a good price on one.

- You in? - I don't need a TV.

Yeah? How about a watch?

You just asked me the time, didn't you? I don't need a watch.

Yeah.

I asked you the time.

Now, listen, my name is Carrington. I have an appointment here at 1 2:30.

Now, how long are you going to keep me here?

Mr. Carrington is already onto that.

His intelligence service reported in yesterday

that your daughter is fine.

At least well enough to travel by plane.

Plane? Where did Matthew take her?

- Out of the country, Mrs. Blaisdel. - Where?

South America. Somewhere in South America.

It's a big place.

But don't worry, they'll find them.

Wherever there's oil there's bound to be Matthew Blaisdel.

Listen, I want my daughter back, Mr. Laird, you know that.

I have to have her. I'm her mother. It's my right.

Of course it is, Mrs. Blaisdel. And as a friend, I sympathize.

But as a lawyer,

I'd advise very strongly against you trying to get her back legally.

Your husband would go straight to court.

There'd be a custody fight.

And under the circumstances, the way things add up right now,

he has a very strong case. They'll call you a--

What?

Well it's a rough term. They'll call you an unfit mother.

But I'm not. I'm not.

I'm not the first woman who--

I'm gonna fight this. I'll fight it.

And the story of your affair with Steven will come up again.

With your daughter there to hear it this time.

Look, I don't mean to sound cruel,

but think about Lindsay right now.

And not about yourself.

Pull.

Hello, Fallon.

Did your father tell you that I was back, in the studio?

He told me.

- Fallon, I'm sorry about us. - I'm not.

I've seen the advantages of not having you for a mother.

I've really hurt you, haven't l?

When I saw you again that first time in the courtroom,

I realized how you must have felt.

But I was summoned to tell the truth. I had to do that.

Excuse me.

Tony, pull.

I just met your stepmother.

She's not my stepmother. She's my father's wife.

Well, she's quite beautiful.

He seems to think so.

And strong. She's very strong.

Is she? I hadn't noticed.

I hope, I sincerely hope,

that she's not going to be a threat to your future and to your brother's.

If you're talking about money, and you are,

she signed a premarital property agreement.

I was there when she did.

I bet you were. You don't like her.

No, I don't. But I do love Blake.

And I could kill when I think he got shortchanged

on the marry-go-round. Twice.

He reached for the gold ring and he got brass. If that.

Fallon.

When you were a little girl,

you thought that you knew everything about everything.

I can see that you still haven't changed. You don't.

Tony, pull.

And that, my darling, is how it should be done.

Which one is it?

I had some groceries delivered

to your next-door neighbor, Mrs. Pryor?

- I'll go over and get them. - No, that's all right, I'll get them later.

You're going to be all right.

Now, you be sure to call Mr. Carrington's office

if you need anything else, all right?

There you go.

And I'm not to travel out of the state, not even on business,

without an okay from the parole people.

And I'm not to consort with any known criminal types.

Well, that alone will cut down on about half

of your business and social lives.

Not funny, Andrew. Not funny at all.

- I'm sorry. - Now. What about Alexis?

What have you done about getting her out?

Blake, I had a few other items on my agenda today.

Well, make this your priority.

All right.

How much do you want me to offer her?

Well, 1 6 years ago you told me to buy her out,

tear the place down, and I couldn't. Don't you remember why?

Because she's got the deed to the building and the land.

So, what do you want me to do? Shoot and bury her?

Use money.

You wanna give me a figure?

I don't care. Up to half a million.

For a glorified one-room building? That is a lot.

It's worth it. Just get her out.

Mr. Carrington.

Yes, Marcia?

I placed your call to Mrs. Blaisdel and, well, something seems to be wrong.

What do you mean, wrong?

I have her on the line, sir, but I can't understand what she's saying.

Hello, Claudia. This is Blake Carrington.

Claudia, are you there?

Sleepy... Sleepy.

I called you to find out how you were. Are you all right?

Tired... So tired.

Claudia, is there something wrong?

Claudia?

Claudia, answer me. Claudia.

Claudia. This is Blake Carrington.

Claudia. Nick, quickly, over here.

I hope we're not too late. Hold this.

I'm a psychiatrist, not one of your football players.

- Claudia? - Here.

Oh, no.

Check those bottles. See what it is she took.

She took ethinamate and secobarbital.

Okay, get me a wet towel, cold water. Right away!

Come on, sweetheart, move.

Come on, you and l are gonna take a little walk.

Come on, unless you wanna die this way.

You wanna die this way, it's all right with me.

I'll just say a couple of Hail Marys over you, I don't care, you know?

Come on, sweetheart, it's just a lousy job,

not a personal commitment.

Please, come on.

You don't wanna die this way, you're too young and beautiful.

Nobody's gonna care. Blake Carrington's used to suicides.

Now, come on, get up and walk, damn it.

Walk! Come on, that's it.

Walk, that's right, that's right. Good.

Now, you just listen to me. Just listen to me.

Now, there's an old friend, the Statue of Liberty.

You see that slight smile on her face?

You know, it's aimed right across to the Battery, Battery Park,

and then across to Mulberry Street,

between Kenmore and Broome, where I used to live.

Fifth floor walkup, you see, and we had a john in the hall

and a bathtub in the kitchen, but we had the whole fifth floor.

I mean, we were a big family.

Big family. Are you listening to me?

Blake, get some towels and some sheets

and drape them over the bathtub.

Run some hot water. Now, listen to me, sweetheart.

Come on, now. We're gonna take a little walk.

I want you to breathe, breathe deep. Come on, breathe deep! That's it.

That's right. That's right.

My grandfather, he was-- He was an original.

You know, when I was a kid,

every Sunday morning, rain or shine, sleet, snow, didn't matter to him,

I'd have to take him down to Battery Park

and sit on the same green bench with him.

And he'd say to me-- Looking over the water,

he'd say to me, "You know, back in Napoli,

you look over the water, over the bay, and what do you see?

Over there, Vesuvio. And over there, the isles, Capri and lschia.

What beauty. What beauty."

And then he'd look at me, he'd look at me--

Come on, now, listen to me.

And he'd look at me, and he'd get this incredible look on his face.

I mean sheer disgust. And then he'd say,

"Here in New York, you go down to the water and what do you see?"

That's it, you're coming around. "What do you see?

Over there, Staten lsland and over there, New Jersey,

and over there, cazzo,

a 1 50-foot green woman, senza culo."

That's ltalian for no--

Flat behind. Skinny.

No. You had to be there.

Blake, she's coming around. Get my bag.

Bring it into the bathroom. This isn't gonna be pretty.

That's a very nice beginning.

Thank you, Andrew.

Well, you're a creature of sameness, aren't you?

- Am l? - Yes. Your briefcase.

It's exactly the same color and style

as the one that you carried when you came to see me

that other day. Remember?

- The other day? - Yes.

Sixteen years ago. When you gave me that piece of paper to sign.

Oh, yeah, the agreement.

Oh, yes. The agreement. Or shall we say the blackmail?

To get me out of the country and keep me out.

Well, if you had read the paper carefully,

it only said Colorado.

Are you telling me that I could have gone

to the Mardi Gras if I'd wanted to?

Goodness gracious. And after all these years.

Listen.

Shall we go inside and have a drink together while we talk?

Sorry, no vodka.

Not even any hemlock.

Well, this isn't a social call anyway.

So why don't we get right down to business.

Blake wants to buy the studio from you.

And take up painting himself?

No, Andrew. Tell him no.

Alexis,

he's willing to offer you a lot.

I'm not interested. I've got all the money I need.

Besides, I rather enjoy the simple life.

Marie Antoinette in her Petit Trianon?

And who has no intention of having her head dumped in a basket again.

Come on, Alexis. You have no real reason to stay here,

except maybe to...gadfly for a while.

- You've done your damage. - Oh, no, you're wrong, Andrew.

I have an excellent reason for staying here.

I am here to protect my son's interests.

Well, if that's true, I'd take Blake's offer if I were you.

At least your son will get that much.

What are you talking about?

Steven's interests.

He wanted no part of Blake.

So his father just accommodated him.

Blake cut him out of his will.

Welcome, Mrs. Blaisdel.

- Nice to have you back. - Who are you?

I am Dr. Amerigo Nicholas Francesco Toscanni.

My mama calls me Amerigo.

You wanna be my mother's friend for life, call me Amerigo.

But most people call me Nick.

No, you're not at home.

You're in one of Mr. Carrington's 44 rooms. Or is it 45?

But then again, after 39, who counts?

- I'm not going to stay-- - Sorry. What, did I spoil your plans?

You gonna take a trip to Paris?

- I've-- - I know, your daughter.

It'll be all right. It's gonna work out, believe me.

You look terrible.

You like I feel, lousy and tired.

But then, why shouldn't we? I mean, we had quite an hour

back there at your home.

I saved your life, Mrs. Blaisdel.

Am I supposed to thank you?

Yes, that would be very nice.

- I wanted to die. - That's obvious.

You know, there are better ways to solve problems than burial.

Get some more sleep.

And, believe me, you'll sleep well.

I never heard of that before.

Heard of what?

A bathtub in a kitchen in an apartment.

Well, it was true. That's where it was.

You know, I remember when I was a kid,

Momma would throw us into the bathtub, uno, due, tre,

splashing out every night after dinner, and I'd say to her--

One time I said, "Why do I have to take a bath every single night?"

And she said, "Well, so you'll be clean in case the angels come to get you."

But then as we got older, bigger,

things got different.

My sister Maria Theresa, Terry,

every night she had a date with Nunzio.

And Momma would come in and say, "All right,"

whether we had finished eating or not,

"everybody out into the parlor. Move.

Theresa's gotta take a bath because she has a date with Nunzio."

I lost 1 4 pounds that year.

She's gonna be all right, Blake.

- Yes, I will have a Scotch, thank you. - I owe you more than that, Nick.

Oh, you'll get the bill. It may shake you up a bit.

I mean, if you even see it.

Or do little matters like that go straight to your Business Affairs people?

Oh, you can send this one directly to me.

Thank you.

You know, it's funny, Blake.

I've been on call now what, three months?

Whenever your players needed psyching up.

Yet I've never been inside your house. I mean, home.

Nice place you got here.

Now, are you ready to tell me what this is all about?

You drag me from my office to pump an overdose out of a lady's stomach,

then bring her back here for a little R and R.

All that without an explanation.

You could've called an ambulance. I'm a psychiatrist, not an intern.

- You're a doctor. - And a damned good one.

You should know. You hired me.

All right.

That woman upstairs, Nick.

I care about her. I was thinking about her.

Trying to shelter her from this.

I could have rushed her to an emergency room in a hospital,

but the newspaper and television people

would have swarmed all over her.

To say nothing about Blake Carrington's reputation either.

The witness he drove to a suicide attempt.

So much for motives.

- I'll phone you about her later tonight. - No, no, we'll talk about it right now.

Come on, you've got a couple of minutes.

Go. Shoot.

I know that you'll not file a police report.

But will she do it again?

To be on the safe side, I wouldn't send her back to her house.

At least for a while.

- There are sanitariums. - No, no, no, I'd rather have her here.

I want you to treat her. Here.

You have a dozen cars, give or take. I have an office.

- Where word would get-- - Now, look.

I've gone along with you this far, friend, but that's it.

And as for counting on me not to file a police report: mistake.

I don't know whether you know it or not,

but these days even most GPs don't make house calls,

to say nothing of your team's favorite shrink.

There are plenty of good ones.

Get yourself another boy.

Nick.

Whatever you've read in the newspaper about that woman

only touches the surface.

What you don't know is she's already had one breakdown,

spent a year in a sanitarium.

If it's a question of money...

Oh, please, Blake.

Now, I like the stuff nearly as much as you do.

But I work for it. I don't get bought.

- I'm sorry. Are you all right? - Yeah.

- Mrs. Carrington. - Yes.

I'm sorry. I'm Doctor Toscanni. Nick Toscanni.

I heard a lot about you from Blake. He talks about you all the time.

- You wash his mouth out afterwards? - Every time.

- Nice to see you, doctor. - You too.

For me?

No, it's not for you, silly.

I figured if our baby's going to be born with that silver spoon in his mouth,

we may as well have one ready.

Was the doctor pleased with you?

Well, he said it's going to be a very happy pregnancy.

And I am very happy.

Excuse me.

Sorry. Like I told you, Blake,

there are a lot of good doctors, but I'm the best.

You make me that woman's doctor and I'll treat her.

Fine. Just fine.

Oh, have you met my wife?

At the door, yes.

No, with a C, not a K.

Cullanin. Michael Cullanin.

That's right.

It can't be unlisted. He's a chauffeur.

Forget it.

Fallon, I wouldn't bother pursuing it.

Eavesdropping, Krystle? You could be more discreet.

I mean, that is what phone extensions are for.

You and I both know why your father fired him.

Please.

If there's one thing I don't need, it's for you to play mother to me.

I was thinking of your father.

He's already been through his nightmare.

And it's up to both of us to make life easier for him.

Something like that.

Something like that.

And what are you planning to do, Krystle?

In the daylight hours, that is?

Well, I don't know if he or she will be born during the day.

Don't tell me you're going to try and have a baby to hold on to him.

I don't have to try.

- You're pregnant? - More than a little bit.

Hi.

Why'd you phone me to meet you here?

Well, I thought we'd have a picnic.

I brought some cold chicken, some pate, and, let's see, what else?

A jar of olives. Black. Very good for picnics.

A picnic. At night and at a motel?

Well, you know how I get on a full moon.

A little kinky?

Yeah, sure. Life is too short.

Tell me something, handsome.

Tell me the truth. You don't have to be embarrassed.

- Tell you what? - You've never been to a motel, right?

Why?

Well, you look a little frightened.

- Are you? - Of course not.

Well, a motel is just like a hotel. They've got all the same things.

Dressers and lamps, a bed.

I know that, Fallon.

Lots of people go to them. They're very popular in this country.

And if it should happen here, we don't have to tell the baby.

What baby?

Is there any other kind? A "baby" baby.

You'd like to have one, wouldn't you? Someday?

- Yes. - So where were you conceived?

I don't know.

Steven told me that Mrs. Gunnerson once told him

that we were both put together on the Orient Express.

Well, Mrs. Gunnerson reads a lot of strange books.

Are you serious about that?

- About us having a baby? - How about right now?

- What's so funny? - Oh, I was just thinking.

We can even register in our own names. We're legal now.

Hi, Steven.

Why, hello.

I wanted to cook you something special tonight.

A real home-cooked meal.

But since I was always a fiasco in the kitchen,

I had this catered from Jensen's.

Looks rather good, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

Your landlady let me in. Was that all right?

Of course.

Well, here you go.

I called the refinery today and someone said

that you weren't working there anymore.

I quit.

I decided to look for another job.

Well, that's understandable.

You can't exactly relish working for your father

after you walked out on him.

Well, Steven, that's why I'm here.

I want you to patch things up with Blake.

- I can't. - You mean you won't.

Then I won't.

Look, I've always had

this love-hate thing going with him.

And hate won out.

I didn't want it to happen that way. But it happened.

Steven, take some advice from your mother.

I hated him too.

And for years I refused to forgive him.

And then finally that day in court I got what I wanted,

but it was a hollow little victory and I really didn't get anything.

So learn from my mistakes.

Don't hate, Steven.

Don't hate Blake. Don't hate anyone.

Besides, one doesn't just abandon one's birthright.

Denver-Carrington is going to be yours one day.

I don't care about Denver-Carrington.

Well, you've got to care. You've got to.

I mean, you're young now, so you don't care,

but in ten years, in 1 5 years, you will.

Make up with him, Steven, otherwise everything is going to go to your sister.

She can have it. She's his daughter.

Look, do we have to keep talking about this?

Steven.

What if someone were to tell you that you were Blake's only child?

What do you mean only child?

Just that.

What about Fallon?

Are you two such enemies you're trying to deny her?

Of course not. I'm her mother.

It's her father I'm talking about.

I don't get it.

Is this a game of yours?

Is this a tactic of some kind you're using on me?

- I love you, Steven. - It is for the money?

For you? Is that the only important thing in your life?

I just said it. I love you. You're my son and I love my son.

I'd cripple this hand and never paint again

just to show my son how much I love him.

And that's all I've got, apart from you.

It's not-- It's not true.

Fallon is his daughter, and she's my sister.

Of course. Of course she's your sister.

Through me.

Let's have some more champagne. We'll talk about this later.

Not later, not ever.

Look, I'm not hungry. I don't want any of this stuff.

And what you say about Fallon, I don't buy it. Any of it.

Buy it or not, darling, it's true.

Blake is not Fallon's father.

I should know.

Toscanni. Hey, little sister, how are you?

Where have I been?

Well, would you buy this?

Inside Blake Carrington's house finally.

Terry, lay off me, damn it.

I moved down to Denver to pay that man back for what he cost us

and I'm gonna do it.

And I've found the way.

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