All language subtitles for Dynasty s02e13 The Hearing.eng

And so Denver multimillionaire
Blake Carrington,

blinded by a dynamite blast
six weeks ago,

will finally take
his alleged assault case

to a specially-called crime committee
hearing tomorrow afternoon.

To quote Carrington:

If this case can't be tried
in a court of law,

I'll carry it to another court,
the court of public opinion.

My wish,
and my only wish right now,

is to expose the man responsible
for what's happened to me.

The three state senators to be present
at the hearing will be--

- Blake, are you all right?
- Oh, Jeff.

Nothing broken, I'm sure.

My glasses.

Here.

Thank you.

Well, shall we have a brandy
or something?

- Sure.
- No.

No, I don't want any help.
I don't need any help.

I'm sorry. Sorry, Jeff.

Thanks.

It is brandy, isn't it?

A fingerful exact.

Is the fire going?

No, would you like me to make one?

No, I guess not.
It's warm enough in here tonight.

Damn it, living in this darkness.

Helpless, patronized.

Not to mention all those people
who I'm sure are delighted about this.

Blake, come on.

You remember the story of Samson,
Jeff?

Blinded by the Philistines,

humiliated, put on public display.

But in the end, had enough within him
to destroy his enemies with one blow.

At the cost of his own life.

- It's a pretty high price to pay.
- What else did he have to live for?

One glorious moment of revenge.

- Well, I hope you don't feel that way.
- Me?

Oh, no, I intend to win this war.

It's almost 1.
You ought to get some sleep.

The crime committee hearing
tomorrow afternoon.

I'll sleep when it's over.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I haven't been sleeping well either
these nights.

So if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go
to my room and read for a while.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Oh, Jeff.

I know that if it wasn't for you,
that I wouldn't be alive now.

Don't worry about me.
I know my own strength.

You see, I've waited a long time
to nail Rhinewood.

To nail him hard.

I know.

Hello?

Hello, Nick. Did I wake you?

Whatever gave you the idea you'd be
waking me at 3:00 in the morning?

Yes, Fallon, you woke me.

I'm sorry. How's my favorite doctor?

That should be your gynecologist,

for the past few how many months?

Five.

Well, anyway, he's a she
and she's not my favorite anything.

- Hey, I just had a dream about us.
- You did?

Yeah.

But then I woke up in this bed
and it's so lonely, empty.

Well, throw on
a couple more pillows, Fallon.

Nick, don't joke.

Come on,
you do have a husband there.

He's down the hall.

I told you we were just going through
the motions for my father.

Another coup for Blake Carrington.

Nick, how can you say that?

You know what my father's
been through the last six weeks.

Don't you have any feelings
for anyone?

Except maybe Krystle.

Look, Fallon, it's late.

I've gotta get some sleep.

We'll talk about this some other time.
I'll--

See you around?

Right. I'll see you around.

Good night.

Hi.

I don't know what your angle
is this time, Fallon,

but this book is more interesting.

Now, I'll tell Alfred
to bring the car around.

- All right, Joseph.
- You'll wait here?

Yes.

- Hello?
- I want to talk to Blake Carrington.

This is Blake Carrington.

If you've got no plans
for your future,

then just go ahead and show up
at that hearing today. Understand?

One warning is all you'll get.

I don't know who you are, but I know
you're one of Rhinewood's goons.

Now, you tell him for me that he--

Blake.

Blake, I just happened to pick up
the phone and I heard what he said.

You can't go there.

Why?
What do you expect me to do?

Cave in to some threat?
Some 1 0-cent threat?

It's your life we're talking about.

Please, I'm begging you, don't go.

Now, look,
nothing is going to stop me

from testifying at that hearing
this afternoon.

- Nothing.
- Well, at least, let me be with you.

- That won't be necessary.
- I wanna be there.

Why? To give some noble gesture
of support to your husband?

I don't want that. We both know
that would be a mockery

of our marriage and of me.

Don't we?

Joseph? Joseph, where's that car?

Finally awake. How about that?

Steven, you were supposed to ask
your father for money for a car for me.

This morning at breakfast.

Look, Sammy Jo, my father
has other things on his mind today.

Oh, that stuff.

I don't know about
all that politics stuff.

But I do know that you're his son.
His real son.

And that you can't even ask him
for a dollar.

For yourself or your wife.

But your sister,
who's not even his real daughter,

she gets whatever she wants.

I told you not to ever mention
what you dug out of me about Fallon.

Do you understand?

Come on, Steven. You don't actually
think I'd shoot off my mouth.

Do you know
where I went yesterday?

The Colorado Union Bank.

Why?

To check out my credit.

Did you know that us Carringtons,
we can borrow all we want?

Look at this.

All you do is sign here
and you get all the money you need.

- On easy credit terms.
- Give me that.

Give me that.

What do you think my father's gonna
do when he finds out about this?

But he won't. It's all confidential.

Oh, really?
And who's gonna pay it all back?

- I don't ever want you to do that again.
- Why not?

Because I still have a little pride left.

Not much, but a little.

You know something, Steven?

You may have been
born a Carrington,

but it sure was wasted on you.

Hello, I'm Mrs. Carrington.

Oh, hi, I'm Andrea Fredericks.
I'm Mrs. Colby's decorator.

Sorry to have turned this lovely room
into a disaster area,

but the nursery's being replastered.

Which paper and fabric do you like?

All of them.

Won't it feel wonderful
to have a nursery in the house?

Yes, it will.

Which one did Mrs. Colby choose?

Well, actually,
she hasn't come down yet.

How long have you been waiting?

Oh, about 45 minutes, give or take.

She's probably resting.

Yes. Well, I think I'll see
what's been keeping her.

Oh, I'd appreciate that.

I have another appointment
in half an hour.

She's been waiting downstairs
for nearly an hour, Fallon.

That's not my fault.
Daddy made the appointment.

And you feel no obligation
to keep it?

Today, when he goes head-to-head
with the crime committee?

But you're not there, Fallon.

Well, no, I'm not. Neither are you.

You're sitting around
worrying about wallpaper.

It's where Blake wants me to be.

The obedient wife.

Mrs. Fredericks is still waiting.

Well, then, would you do me a favor?
Would you make the choices for me?

Pick out the wallpaper, the crib,
the mobiles and everything?

It's not my child they're preparing
the nursery for, Fallon.

I wish it were, but it isn't.

I wish it were too,
I hate what it's doing to me.

Hate the incredible miracle
of giving life?

"Miracle."
Any cat can do it with less fuss.

Fallon, you know how much this baby
means to your father.

It's all he's got right now
to hang onto.

Is it? I thought he had a wife
to hang onto.

You think having a grandchild's
gonna make him forget

that his wife sleeps in a separate bed,
in a separate room?

That's none of your business.

Isn't it?
My father's trusting his wife?

You know, you may be fooling Blake
but you're not fooling me, Krystle.

Not for a minute.

Patient complains about inability
to sleep without tranquilizers, comma,

Iost three jobs in the last two months,
comma, and--

Yes, Peg?

Mrs. Colby is here, doctor.

- All right, send her in.
- Yes, sir.

- Good morning, Fallon.
- Hi.

Problems?

No.

Did you have another dream last night
you wanna tell me about?

As a matter of fact, I did.

I'd love to hear about it but I've got
a lot of charts to bring up-to-date.

Lot of charts, you see?

No.

What I do see
is your sudden turnoff to me.

Fallon, I am not turning you off, it's--

Listen.

I'm not gonna go into my jealousy bit,
number, or whatever you called it.

- Good.
- But I know that you're seeing Krystle.

So tell me something.

Is that the new Toscanni method
of therapy?

Invite the beautiful blond over
to the house for a night session?

Fallon, she was my patient
for a while.

I pick my own hours
and my own locations,

and I don't need you spying on me.

Now, if you don't mind...

Nick, I can't help loving you
the way I do.

So even if I get hurt,
I care about you enough

to where I don't wanna see you
get bruised too.

"Bruised"?

You don't live under
the Carrington roof.

Well, thank God for small favors.

I don't think I could hack

having more than one butler
or cook around at a time.

Well, I do live under
the Carrington roof.

What the hell are you getting at?

I just think you should know that
ever since my father lost his sight,

he and Krystle
have been closer than ever.

Maybe it's pity.

Maybe it's love, I don't know.

But if she means anything to you,
I think you ought to know that--

That you've lost her.

As I said,
she was my patient for a while.

And I'm glad
she doesn't need me anymore.

If you'll excuse me.

Well, I'll leave you to your wounded,
doctor.

But I'll be at the St. Dennis Club
in an hour.

- Blake.
- Oh, Andrew, come in, come in.

Blake, I'm afraid that...

You're afraid what?

I'm afraid that
I don't have very good news.

Don't tell me the hearing is off.

No, but there has been
a change of sorts.

What kind of a change?

The committee has decided
on a closed session.

No newspaper press, no TV.

What?

- Why would they do that?
- No reason.

They don't have to give one.

Well, I'll give you one, in a word.

Rhinewood. He got to them.

Not these men, Blake.

- They don't get bought.
- No?

Not even by the well-known
but unknown billionaire recluse

who's bought half the politicians
in 20 countries?

Is that what you're telling me, Andrew?
Is that it?

I'm simply telling you
that it was their decision.

And there is nothing
anybody can do about it.

- Yes, Peg.
- Doctor, Mrs. Carrington is here.

Please send her in.

- Hello, doctor.
- Mrs. Carrington.

Please, call me Alexis.

Well, this is a very attractive office.

I expected something
a little more austere.

Do I sit on this or lie on it?

Whatever comes
more naturally to you.

Oh, well, in that case.

I really appreciate you being able to
fit me in on such short notice, doctor.

Well, you sounded very anxious
about something.

Yes.

I was.

And you specialize in anxieties,
don't you?

Among other things.

Well, now that I'm here,
I don't really know where to begin.

Why don't you start
at the beginning?

Well, I think that my childhood in
England would bore the pants off you.

In a manner of speaking.

So maybe I better
start in the middle.

Since my divorce from Blake,
I've led what some people might call

a pampered, rather glamorous,
irresponsible existence.

There isn't one morning
that I don't wake up and miss it.

Then why don't you go back to it?

Well, because of my children.

You see, when I was living in Europe,
and then in Mexico,

it used to drive me mad
that I was forbidden to see them.

And now that I'm here
and I've got to know them again,

I really think it would tear me apart
if I had to leave them.

So do you begin to see
what my problem is?

As a professor of mine once said:

"All my patients should have
such problems."

Well, I can see that you're not
taking me seriously, doctor.

Do you think I'm just
spoiled and foolish?

Not foolish.

Then, what do you think?

I don't label people, Mrs. Carrington.

I don't believe
they should label themselves.

With the meter running
at quite a few bucks an hour,

I suggest you come to the point.

- All right. I want to talk about Fallon.
- Talk.

I think you know that my daughter
is in love with you.

Now, she has made one mistake

and I'm not going to allow her
to be a two-time loser.

Now, I wouldn't for a moment
encourage this liaison

if I didn't think that
maybe you were worth it.

First of all, there is no liaison--

It's my bucks, so you listen.

Now, Fallon is a remarkable girl.

She's bright, independent,
she's a little impetuous at times.

But she's a girl who, once she's in
love, is deeply and utterly committed.

Let me ask you something. Does she
know about this little session of ours?

Oh, no. No, of course not.

I'm just here
because I care about her.

Then you have nothing to worry about
because she's in no danger from me.

And on that positive
and, I'm sure, welcome note,

why don't we just let this rest, okay?

No, it's not okay.
I haven't used up my time yet.

This one's on me.

Think it over, doctor.
My daughter has possibilities.

So does every human being.

Every human being
is not due to inherit a fortune one day.

Would you really find that
so hard to take?

No.

That doesn't mean her mother can buy
me as filler for her Christmas stocking.

Fallon doesn't believe in Santa Claus,
doctor.

Well, I'm glad to see that virtue
is alive and well and living in Colorado.

This session was briefer than
I expected but fruitful, nevertheless.

We're both of us gunfighters,
we both shoot from the hip.

In a manner of speaking.

Goodbye, Alexis.

Goodbye, Nick.

Blake, I realize the hearing
this afternoon

is your primary consideration.

But I thought you should know I got
a call from our man in New York

about Dr. Toscanni's half-brother,
Gianni Mullaney.

You know why the name
rings a bell for you?

He used to work for the company.

What do you mean
"used to work for the company"?

Well, he was on a Denver-Carrington
crew in the Middle East.

A few months before their new leaders
got a chokehold on your tankers.

- And?
- Never made it back with the others.

He was dead.

How did he die? None of
the other men were killed, were they?

He was tossed into jail, Blake,
on drug charges.

You know how it is
in those oil countries.

You pay off the right guy
or you wish you were dead.

Apparently, this poor character
didn't have the cash

so he hanged himself in his cell.

Do you remember the case at all?

No. No, no, I don't.

Thank you
for the information anyway.

Right.

I'll pick you up in an hour.

- Marcia.
- Yes, Mr. Carrington?

Would you get Dr. Toscanni
on the telephone for me, please?

Tell him it's urgent.

- Yes, Peg?
- Blake Carrington on Line 1.

- Blake?
- Hello, Nick.

I'd like very much to talk to you
sometime today.

Fine, my secretary will arrange that.

No, I have a crime commission hearing
this afternoon in about an hour.

Could you meet me
at the statehouse?

- Yes, Blake, but--
- It's a closed session.

But tell them that you work for me,
I'm sure they'll let you in.

Blake, if it's about your wife,
I told you I'm off the case.

No. This is strictly a matter
between you and me.

And on the very day
of the attack on my life,

the very same day, Ray Bonning,
Rhinewood's chief hatchet man,

was here in Denver.

Do you have proof of that,
Mr. Carrington?

He came to see me.

To hint at what might happen to me

if I didn't sell my football team
to Rhinewood.

On his terms.

And your response was?

I refused.
Not because of the money,

but to keep shady types
like Rhinewood

from controlling
a clean American sport.

"Shady types," Mr. Carrington?

Could you be more specific?

Underworld types.
Mobsters, professional murderers.

The people who, only yesterday,
tried to kill one of my players.

A young man who won't walk
or throw a football again

for many months to come.

And yet, you yourself entered
into a business arrangement

with these very "underworld types."

You sold them a large share
of your team.

Could you explain to us why?

I can explain it.

But with all due respect, gentlemen,
I have no intention of doing it.

Are you refusing to cooperate
with this committee, sir?

Denver-Carrington's financial standing
is company business, not yours.

And I will not allow you to use this
as an excuse to look the other way

while organized crime gobbles up
legitimate businesses in this state.

There is no question
of looking the other way.

No? Then perhaps it's a question
of keeping both eyes tightly shut.

That accusation, Mr. Carrington,
would carry a lot more weight

if it wasn't made by a man
himself convicted of murder.

Are you turning me
into the accused here?

That remains to be seen.

Mr. Carrington,
please take your seat.

Who the hell
are you people anyway?

Mr. Carrington, please.

Are you all right, Blake?

Yes, I'm fine.

Thank you, Mr. Carrington.

I now call Mr. Logan Rhinewood.

I think I need it
about five inches shorter.

And these fasteners
can be lowered a little bit.

No.

I like that one.

It's a rather expensive fur.

And I'd say this fox
has a much more youthful quality.

I think it's tacky.

I like mink. That is mink?

You don't feel it's a little old for you?

"Old"?
Or you think I don't have the money?

Well, you know,
we have a rather strict policy

about credit and returns, miss.

My name happens to be
Mrs. Steven Carrington.

And I'm not used to haggling over
what suits me or what it costs.

Charge it to Mr. Steven Carrington.

I'd like it delivered by Saturday
with my initials inside.

S.J.C., Sammy Jo Carrington.

Did I hear you correctly?

About what?

Are you really charging
an expensive fur to Steven

when you know perfectly well
that he doesn't have any money?

How can you possibly place
such a financial burden on him?

Or do you expect
that his father's going to pay for it?

Well, why shouldn't he?

Would the proud Mr. Carrington rather
have a collection agency at his door?

That would make another
juicy headline for the family.

What do you think would happen if l
told Mr. Carrington what you just said?

And what do you think
would happen

if I told your daughter
what Steven told me?

That who her real daddy is,
is anybody's guess.

Do you know if Mr. Logan Rhinewood
has arrived?

Mr. Chairman,
my name is Frank Linaver.

I'm an attorney
representing Mr. Rhinewood

who, due to illness, is unable
to be present today.

I have statements from
two cardiologists confirming that fact.

Mr. Laird.

Mr. Rhinewood, however,
has entrusted me

with reading a brief statement.

And I quote,

"l, Logan Rhinewood,
hereby declare

that, A, the football team in question
is not based in this state,

B, I have no business dealings

of any kind in this state,

C, I have never met
Blake Carrington,

and D, I have no information
to contribute

to the proceedings
of this honorable committee.

Therefore, this committee
has no jurisdiction over me."

Any further questions?

- No questions.
- No.

This session's adjourned.

I don't believe this.

Why not?
We should have expected it.

Nobody we know
has ever seen Logan Rhinewood.

And probably never will.

Jeff, can you give me a lift back
to the office?

Sure. I'm sorry, Blake.

Blake, I'll talk to you later.

It's gone, Joseph.

If it ever really happened.

What's gone?

For just a moment,
I thought I could see again.

"See"? What do you mean?

In front of me, those two senators,
Adams and Brady.

Well, Jeffrey described where they
were sitting to you. I heard him.

I guess I wanted to see so badly, l--

That moment, I thought
I had the use of my eyes again.

So much for illusions.

- Nick.
- I phoned the house.

Jeanette told me
where I could find you.

Has something happened to Blake?

I'm not sure yet.

But if it has, it's fantastic news.

I can't believe it.

The moment he put his hands
to his eyes, at that very moment,

I know it, he could see.

How is that possible?

Well, he has hysterical blindness
caused by a terrible shock.

Another jolt
could reverse the process.

I'm telling you, Krystle,
his eyesight's coming back.

Well, shall we go to your house
and get your things?

I can't, Nick.

Not until I know for a fact
that he can see again.

Krystle, I'm in a profession
where people spend their lives

dodging the truth.

I'm not dodging anything.
I married Blake because I loved him.

Yes, you loved him once.

What do you love about him now?

His millions? His power?

That's got to be it.

Unless you're using me
as a reason to get back at him

for having an affair with his ex-wife.

Don't use me, Krystle.

I'm not using you, Nick.

All I'm asking for is time.

Just so that I know
that he can see again.

All right.

You go back to your empty bed.

That big house is just bursting
with them these days, isn't it?

Krystle?

Okay.

You have every right
to be disgusted with me.

Here I find a woman who has it all

and I make a fool of myself.

I'm sorry.

Come on, lady,
that's a great apology.

You gotta love a guy
who can apologize so good.

Say something.

I have nothing to say to you, Nick.

You had no business
going to see him.

I went to Dr. Toscanni's office

because I had some
problems of my own to discuss.

And my name just happened to pop
into the conversation.

I mean, what on earth made you try
and do a selling job on me?

Well, just call it plain
motherly overprotectiveness.

Is that so wrong?

I've fought my own battles
since I was 9 years old.

I never had a mom to confide in.

Well, you have now.

What, to play matchmaker for me?

He must have seen
right through you.

And he's probably gonna think
that I put you up to it.

Fallon, all I wanted to do was go and
see what sort of a man my daughter

had fallen in love with.

Now, you've been hurt once.
I don't want to see you hurt again.

Well, I may be this time.

How?

By going along
with this scheme of yours.

It's all wrong.

And what could possibly happen?

Well, what could happen is Krystle
gets bounced out of Blake's house

and she's suddenly very free
to go along with Nick.

And I lose Nick.

If he still wants her, darling.

If he wants her.

But the moment she becomes
the ex-Mrs. Carrington,

how long do you think
the very practical Dr. Toscanni

is going to remain smitten?

Well, what if he actually loves her?

Oh, Fallon.

There's something very, very sexy
about a rich man's wife.

It's a challenge.

A total challenge.

Particularly to a man like Nick.

But an unemployed secretary?
No way.

Well, if he's that pragmatic,
then what have I got to offer?

You, my dear,
have status and money.

You are the prize
that he's been striving for all his life.

Now, trust me, Fallon.

I don't wanna do this to my father.

Do you want to marry Nick Toscanni?

Well, you know I do.

Well, then trust me.
Wait for the postman

and then, do exactly what I told you.

Special delivery
for Mr. Blake Carrington.

Would you sign here, please?

Joseph, I'll take that up to him.
I have to talk to him anyway.

Thank you.

- Joseph?
- It's me, Daddy.

I just came to see how you were.

Oh, not bad. Not bad at all.

I'm sorry about
the committee hearing today.

I guess the white hats
didn't get the drop on the bad guys.

One battle doesn't decide a war.

Dad, are you gonna let go of this?
Please?

It's taken so much out of you.

I can't, darling, I can't let go of it.
I just can't.

Tell me,
how's the nursery coming along?

Well, I guess you could say
you're gonna have

the most pampered grandchild
in Colorado.

I can't wait to see him.

Or hear him and touch him anyway.

Oh, I've got this letter for you.
Special delivery.

Joseph was really busy,
so he asked me to bring it up for you.

Oh, who's it from?

I don't know, it doesn't say.

Well, open it for me, read it to me,
will you?

Well, what's it say?

Nothing,
it's just a bunch of nonsense.

Well, read it to me anyway.

It's not even written.

It's just a bunch of words
out of magazines pasted together.

Read it.

"Why do so many frustrated wives
end up in bed with their shrinks?

Ask your wife."

That's really sick? I'll just rip it up.

No.

Give it to me.

I want the pleasure
of tearing it up myself.

Fallon, just you forget
that you ever saw this.

Promise me that.

Okay, I promise.
But you forget about it too.

Daddy.

Good news, Mr. Carrington?

Judging by your expression,

perhaps you'd prefer
to have that letter read to you again.

Thank you, Joseph,
but there's no need.

Not anymore.

That painting is not quite straight.

You have a small white thread
on your sleeve.

You nicked yourself
shaving this morning.

My God.

You can see again.

Does Fallon know?
Would you like me to call...?

No.

You won't tell Fallon.

You won't tell anyone.

Mr. Carrington,
does this include Mrs...?

Anyone.

Do you understand that?

Yes, I understand. Of course.

Now, leave me alone for a while.

Oh, yes.

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