All language subtitles for Dynasty s03e04 the will.eng

Yes, that'll be fine, thank you.

Dr. Gailey, dial 2-4-0.

Dr. Gailey, dial 2-4-0.

All the arrangements
have been made.

Thank you, Jeff.

The funeral?

Thursday.

Thursday.

Alexis, when you called me
to come over and talk to you...

I just want you to know
if there's anything you need,

if there's anything you need
help with,

I'm here.

Thank you, Jeff.

I'm glad you're here.

Just you?

Isn't it strange that with all
Cecil's money and power,

we're the only two who are here?

You haven't changed, have you?

You're still the same kind,
handsome little boy with the gardenia.

Do you remember?

No.

That day.

Oh, God.

Seems like
such a long time ago now.

That day when I had to leave Denver.

When Blake forced me to leave my--

My home and my children.

And that--

That terrible day, I was packing

and you came into my room

with a single gardenia.

Does it come back to you now?

Yes.

And that I had swiped it
from your favourite garden.

That wasn't important.

What was was what you said to me.

Does it come back to you now?

Not really.

Well, I'll never forget it.

You said,

"Uncle Cecil tells me
that you're leaving.

Maybe forever.

Please don't go.

Please come back
to Fallon and Steve.

And me.

Your friend."

You made a difficult day
more bearable.

I wanted to thank you for that then.

And for being here with me now.

Oh, Jeff.

Cecil was such a strong man.

So are you.

And however strong a woman
thinks she is,

there are times when

she really needs a man.

I looked around the office.

And he was gone.

But I could still see him.

I could even feel him.

You know, the touch of his hand
when I was a kid.

I went there to live with him.

And suddenly I felt everything
was gonna be all right.

That I wasn't gonna
be alone anymore.

So why--?

Why what?

Why did I spend so much time
in that office hating him?

Hating him for laughing every time
he pulled out that filthy bag of tricks.

For what he did to Claudia.

Turning her back into a mental case.

I've more than hated him.

I could've killed him.
I nearly strangled him.

How, Blake? How can you love
and hate someone at the same time?

He hurt other people
but he was good to me.

Now, Jeff, you were good to him.

Now, you've got to understand that.

You did nothing wrong.
You did nothing to hurt him.

There was one thing.

He knew that I loved you as a father.

And I do. And I always will.

I appreciate that.

I mean that with my soul.

With my soul, I'm gonna make sure
my son grows up

to love and respect you
in the same way.

I guess that's one thing

that won't make Fallon mad.

About Fallon, Jeff.

Yes?

Let's talk about you and Fallon.

Someone has to.

I love them. I just love them.

I have a feeling you didn't really
see them at all.

The place for which I designed
these sets, I mean.

- Mr. Dawson--
- Oh, try Billy.

I was very pregnant
when they were on the boards here.

That is your showbiz expression,
isn't it?

Yes, it is.

A boy or a girl?

A boy. Gorgeous baby boy.

Now.

About redecorating this place,
I mean totally redecorating.

I wanna turn this whole place
into a pleasure palace.

Like a class-A bordello.

Not quite.

Listen.

Between us,

I'm a closet mountain climber.

I only design these theatrical sets

so that I can pay
for my ropes and my spikes, l--

- I've never really done--
- Turned a hotel into a fantasy land?

No.

I want something my guests aren't
gonna find anywhere else in the world.

Now, I think you should be interested
for, say, a percentage and 50 thou?

Did I hear 60?

You heard 55. Do we have a deal?

Let's split the difference
and I'll pop champagne at the bar.

You are gonna be a fun lady
to do business with.

Just leave it there.
I'll be back in a minute.

How are you doing, guy?

Yes.

Go back to bed.

Go to sleep.

Oh, hi.

Hi, honey.

So you finally made it home.
And almost sober.

Oh, does it show?
I usually don't drink during the day.

This was a very special occasion.

- I got this great designer.
- For the hotel you're taking on.

The one you never bothered
to mention to me.

- Daddy told you.
- Well, that much, yes.

He said there was more,
but I'd better get it from you.

So let's have it, Fallon. What other
surprises have you got for me?

Well, it shouldn't come as such
a big surprise, but I want a separation.

It's been coming on for months.

- We don't see eye to eye on anything.
- No argument there.

You name it, our son, our lifestyles,
what never happens in bed anymore.

Jeff, leave sex out it.

We're talking about two people
and where they're headed.

Oh, really? Where exactly is that?

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?
A divorce down the line.

A divorce?

And in the meantime,
I move out of the house?

Well, that's the usual routine, isn't it?

When you separate, you separate.

Except there happens to be a
third party involved here, sweetheart.

Oh, come on, Jeff. You can see
the baby whenever you want.

You're damn right I'm gonna see him
anytime I want.

Because I'm not moving out.
I'm not leaving my son.

I don't know what you're really up to
with this new toy of yours,

but I'm gonna see to it my son
is brought up within a family.

He's gonna know that kind
of love and support.

Okay, okay.
Separate bedrooms, then.

God knows we have enough of them.
So take your pick.

- Again?
- Yeah, again.

Don't ever imply again that my baby,
my son, isn't going to get

that kind of love and support
from me.

- Because if you do, you're wrong.
- Am l?

Exactly when are you gonna shower
him with your mother's tenderness?

- In your spare time?
- Jeff, why do you always think

- the worst of me?
- Oh, believe me, Fallon,

- It's not all that tough.
- Look.

What you and I don't have
going on between us is our problem.

We'll deal with that
for the time being.

But this new toy of mine
has nothing to do with my baby.

I love him more than my life.

What I'm doing now
is just a part of my life.

- Your new life.
- Yes, and I'm very excited about it

because I'm doing something
that I wanna do for me.

I need to do something fulfilling
to be happy.

And a happy woman
is a better mother.

- Aren't you just kidding yourself?
- No, I'm not.

Oh, the hell you're not.

Babies know whether their mothers
are around. They can sense it.

They can smell it,
her perfume, her clothes.

Jeff, I'm not gonna spend
all my days and nights there.

Just enough time to fit into your
busy lady-executive schedule, right?

Yeah, that's right.
It's called becoming your own person.

Tell me, Fallon.

Think you could find time
in your executive schedule

to attend my uncle's funeral?

Cecil died?

- God, Jeff, I'm sorry.
- Oh, I'll bet you are.

After you made it clear that nobody
in the Colby family matters to you.

Not me, not my uncle,
not our son, nobody.

I can't imagine Mr. Colby not here.

I'm sorry. I can't help myself.

We were together for 20 years.

I know, Katherine. I understand.

May I get you something, Mrs. Colby?
A cup of coffee?

No. No, thank you.

I'd just like to be alone here.

Of course.

Mother?

I'll be at my desk if you want me.

I heard about Cecil.

- And you're sorry?
- Yes.

- Are you really?
- Yes, I am.

I always thought
that you loathed him.

Well, I couldn't forgive him
for what he did to Daddy.

Tried to ruin him.

Is that one of the reasons
why you refused to come

to our wedding at the house?

What was finally going to be
a happy day for me.

Mother, don't let's go through
that again. It's over. Passed.

I know how you feel and I wanted
to get here as soon as I could.

Good manners from you,
Fallon, are a little late.

All right, forget manners.
Let's just say I was worried about you.

Worried about me?

How touching.

And when did all this worry start?

Because I was worried sick
about your baby.

But you don't even call me when he
was found or tell me or anything.

I had to find out from total strangers.

The only person who has shown me
the slightest consideration

or compassion is your husband.

Look, Mother, the next few days
are gonna be difficult for all of us, so--

The next few days. Yes.

You couldn't come to his wedding

but you'll be more than pleased
to attend his funeral, is that it?

After the funeral, there'll be the will.

And after the reading of the will,

Mother may become
a very, very rich woman.

So let's all be nice to Mother
in her grief.

That is a sick thing to say.

Is it?

Well, the truth isn't always pleasant.

And you, the epitome of truth.

Like in court under oath when
my father was on trial for his life.

Well, the jury obviously believed me
even if my daughter didn't.

That's right, I didn't. And I still don't.
And I never will.

Thanks for coming
to offer your condolences, Fallon.

And don't bother to come
to the funeral.

You won't be missed.

Not by me.

Is that the threat of a woman
who may become very rich?

Because if it is,
it's as empty as you are, Mother.

Blake is worth millions,
so I hardly need anything from you.

God, Mother, I can just feel
what you're going through.

All that money and power
riding on a few lines in Cecil's will.

Is Alexis in? Or is Alexis out?

How was the ride, darling?

It was good. But not as good as this.

Come on. You didn't come home
early from the office

just to go galloping off
into the sunset.

- You had a reason.
- Yes, I did.

I wanted to come home
because I had to think.

Oh, about this beautiful blond lady
that I know and I'm interested in.

You might say that I'm--

I'm intimately interested in.

Fallon called.
She'll be late for dinner.

She say why?

She had to meet someone
at the hotel.

Business.

She's really gung ho
about that thing, isn't she?

I wonder how long it's going to last.

You're hoping not long.

Are you putting words into my mouth,
Mrs. Carrington?

Me, Mr. Carrington?

Maybe.

Are you being honest with yourself
about Fallon, Blake?

Sometimes I think you treat her
like she's one of--

One of her old dolls.

She's an adult and--

And what?

And it's not that easy
being Blake Carrington's daughter.

Oh, I know, I know the sacrifices.

This house and only two cooks
and only two new cars in the past year.

Come on, I'm serious.

All right, darling.

Just what are you trying to tell me?

I think she wants to be treated like
a woman who's found a sense of self.

Like a worthwhile human being.

And maybe having a job
could be helping her.

It helped me.

But you're different people.

We're both women.

I think I understand her.

She's asking you for something
she really needs right now.

Maybe you're not listening.

Now look, she is my daughter
and I know her very well.

And I know that she's doing this thing
to cut Jeff out of her life.

I'm sorry.

I know her so well.

I had no choice in this thing.

It was a case of either indulging her
in this hotel

or she was gonna pick up her baby
and leave.

Look at it this way.

Maybe if she gets a taste
of the hard work

and the frustrations
of running a business,

she'll look at Jeff and her baby
in a new light.

I hope you're right.

Blake.

Try to understand her and love her.

Bend a little.

Could you do that for me?

All right. I'll try.

Now, would you do something
for me?

Will you rub my neck?
Right here, please. Please.

It's ironic, isn't it?

Steven and now Fallon.

Both my own children
want out of my life. Just out.

And yet this-- This fake.

What's-his-name, Torrance.

He'll try anything to fight his way in.

No, operator.
It's not a business phone.

I'm sorry I don't have
a home address.

I don't even know if she lives
in Denver.

I just want you to check it out.

Alexis Carrington.

- So here you are.
- Hello. Sketches.

- A few.
- What took you so long?

Well, they're very rough.

Probably have to blame
a slight champagne hangover.

Oh, that was your idea.

Oh, yes, so it was.

And I enjoyed it.

There, now. What do you think?

They're terrific.

But we might have
one little problem, though.

- What?
- I just ran into your manager.

Oh, right.

The king of status quo.
What did he want?

Well, he collared me.
Wanted to know what we were up to.

So I explained the whole concept.

And he didn't like it.

Well, let's put it this way.

I think you may expect a visit from him
in the near future.

Fine. Let him come.
I'll be waiting for him.

He'll find he has two choices:

He either goes along with what I want
or he goes.

I love this one.

Fallon.

I also had a chat
with some of the regular clients.

And they all seem to agree

that they like this place
just the way it is.

You just said it, Billy, regular clients.

I'm looking for a whole regiment
of new ones, live ones.

You said you're a mountain climber,
right?

Well, why do you do it?

Original answer?

Because they're there.

Well, this hotel is my mountain.
And I'm gonna make it to the top.

You may proceed.

Whatever you say.

- Mr. Torrance, may I help you?
- Yes, I'll be checking out tomorrow.

Oh, I thought you'd be staying
with us indefinitely.

My business in Denver is finished.

At least for the time being.

- Well, of course, I'll prepare your bill.
- Thank you.

Sorry.

- Hello again.
- Again?

I'm sorry, but--

We had a brief encounter
in an elevator recently.

Oh, yes,
the Denver-Carrington building.

Right.

And you've been looking
for me ever since.

Oh, right again. To say it was nice
meeting you then and now, and ciao.

Hey, I was just putting you on.

Well, that's terrific.

Because I'm putting you off.
I have to go.

Where?

- Home.
- Do you work here?

Yes, I do.

And I'm very tired.

Too tired to let me buy you a drink?

A very quick one? No strings.

Michael Torrance's word of honour.

And I am sorry.

I mean, about my behaviour
in that elevator.

There you were,
proverbial damsel in distress,

suffering a panic of claustrophobia.

Which I did try to cure, in my way.

You're no Sigmund Freud.

I'd better go.

Oh, it seems they insist
we have another round.

You didn't happen to signal him,
did you, Montana?

You remembered.

And, yes, I signalled him.

Because I wanna continue this probe
of your claustrophobia.

So where else,

besides elevators, I mean,
do you get that closed-in sensation?

Drugstores.

Interesting.

Small drugstores especially.

Very interesting.

Where else?

I guess that's it, mostly.
Drugstores and elevators.

How about in bed?

Meaning?

Meaning?

Do sheets and quilts
and blankets do it to you?

Only in July.

You could throw in August too.

And how about nightgowns
during those two hot months?

I don't wear clothes to bed.

Now how about that? Neither do l.

Summer, winter, spring and autumn.

- Man for all seasons.
- Man for all seasons.

You see.

We're on the same wavelength.

Because we say
the same thing and--

I think that's the last round.

I still don't know your name.

I know you don't.

So the Denver business community
was sad today

about the death of Cecil Colby,

one of America's wealthiest
oil giants.

Mr. Colby succumbed
to a heart attack

at Denver Memorial Hospital

only moments after marrying
Alexis Carrington,

former wife of Blake Carrington,

the man who heads up
Denver-Carrington.

Here we see the widowed
Mrs. Colby leaving the hospital

only moments after the tragedy.

Three-oh-five needs an extra key.

- Mr. T orrance.
- Forget about making out my bill.

I've changed my mind.

I won't be checking out tomorrow
after all.

I have things to do.

I like what your employer in New York
says about you taking care of twins.

- Your references are very good.
- Thank you.

Jeff, come on in.
I want you to meet Mrs. Charles.

I think we finally found our
nursemaid for little Blake.

- How do you do?
- Mr. Colby--

- Oh, my.
- Let me get these for you.

Oh, dear.

Thank you very much.

Thank you for coming by
for the interview.

Either Mrs. Colby or l
will be in touch with you

as soon as
we've made our decision.

Ellen?

Could you show Mrs. Charles out,
please?

- Goodbye, Mr. Colby.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Charles.

What do you mean, "when we've
made our decision"? I already have.

- You're ready to hire her?
- Yes.

Oh, forget it, Fallon. Didn't you smell
her breath? She'd been drinking.

That's your imagination.
She was a sweet--

Whatever she is,
I know the smell of alcohol.

Are you trying to imply
that I can't hire a competent person?

Jeff.

I know the last few days
have been awful.

The funeral this morning
was an ordeal for you.

- And for me, but--
- But we'll have to keep looking.

Then give me a break, will you?

And help me hiring this nurse
instead of fighting me.

Sure. I'll interview them at the office
while you're at the hotel. Deal?

I have already told you
that I do not spend

every minute of my life at the hotel.

Yeah. What a surprise,
you're here for a change.

I came home for lunch and to be
with the baby for a little while.

A little while?

You keep on throwing roadblocks
at me

and I'm gonna keep on throwing them
back at you.

As far as a nurse goes,

Jeannette will have to keep on looking
after him for as long as it takes.

- Who is it?
- Fallon.

Come in.

Hi.

Can I ask you a question
about Jeannette?

Well, if you mean,
do I need her? No.

Good. Then she can stay
with the baby a little while longer?

Well, it's not really up to me.

But if Jeanette wants to, fine.

I suppose you think I should be
taking care of him myself.

No, that's not what I think.

That's what you'd be doing, right?

Fallon, you do
whatever you want to do.

But I won't lie to you.

If I were lucky enough to be in your
position, I'd take care of the baby first.

Why do I always feel like
you're judging me?

Why can't anybody accept
my choice?

I do accept it.

Do you?

I suppose you and my father
have discussed this

in whispered conversations
about me.

We don't whisper, Fallon.

And all I've said to Blake about this
is to give you a chance.

I'll bet.

Fallon, let's get this straight.

You came to my room.
I didn't come to yours.

So if you don't like what I'm telling
you, why don't you just get out?

Blake, I'm only following
Mr. Colby's last instruction.

All right. But why is it necessary
for us to be at the reading of his will?

What the devil has it got to do
with us?

He asked very specifically
that you both attend.

That is bizarre, Gerald.

It's more than bizarre.
Come on now, Gerald.

Come on.
You know something about this.

You drew up that will, right?

That's right, I did.

But, actually, the request
for you both to be there

is not in those papers.

There's something else?

- Yes.
- What?

At the hospital,
when Cecil decided to marry Alexis,

we were together alone for a while.

He told me he had a premonition
that he was gonna die.

And if he did,
I was to go to his office,

where I'd find a sealed envelope
with instructions.

What's in the envelope?

Well,

we'll all know that tomorrow.

Excuse me, but I have
a dinner engagement.

Thank you very much, Krystle,
good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night, Gerald.

Well, can you figure this out?

What Cecil wanted from us, they
practically arranged it on his deathbed.

No, I can't figure it out.

We started out as friends
and we ended up as enemies.

But that's the way it is in life
with a lot of people.

But that bad feeling is usually buried
at the funeral of one of them.

Now suddenly, this. This--

This call from the grave.

Well.

As Gerald said, "We'll know all about it
tomorrow morning."

We're going?

Yes. Yes, we're going.

Mr. Carrington
will need those papers

for a meeting concerning the hotel
later today.

Here they are.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Did I just hear you just mention
the name Carrington?

You did. Good morning to you.

My name is Michael and you are...

Mr. Anders.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee,
Mr. Anders?

No, thank you.
I've already had my quota for the day.

How about a few minutes
of your time?

What exactly is it you want?

How well do you know
the Carringtons?

Very well. I manage
Mr. Carrington's household.

I see.

Well, I'm an attorney

and I'm looking for information
concerning Alexis Carrington Colby.

It's an important matter, so the more
I know about the woman, the better.

Young man, if there's anything at all
you want to know about that woman,

ask her yourself.

Okay.

I'll have to do that.

Good morning, Katherine.

Oh, Mrs. Colby.

Good morning.

- Where is everyone?
- You're the first.

Mr. Wilson called. He's on his way.

Do you know exactly
how many are coming?

I wonder about the chairs.

I have no idea.

Mr. Wilson made
all the arrangements.

Yes, of course.

What are you doing here?

I was expecting to meet Blake.

I see that he's not here.
I'll wait outside.

I asked you a question.

What are you doing here?

I was invited.

By whom?

Cecil.

That's impossible.

This is not a cocktail party,
this is the reading of his will.

I know it seems strange,

but he left the invitation
with Gerald Wilson.

Tell me, Krystle,

just what possible connection is there
between you and my husband?

Connection?
I don't know what you mean.

Don't play the innocent
with me, Krystle.

I know how ambitious you are.

I've seen how high you place
your aims. Very high.

Aren't you confusing me
with someone else, Alexis?

- Who?
- Yourself.

Of course.

I see it all now
and it doesn't surprise me.

You knew Cecil
before you knew Blake, didn't you?

And you pursued him.
But it didn't work out, did it?

Because God knows
you're not his type.

So when that failed,
you turned your charms on to Blake.

Isn't that it?
Isn't that why you're here?

You know something, Alexis?

Every time I think you've sunk
about as low as you can go,

you surprise me.

You completely and thoroughly
surprise and disgust me.

Have I hit a nerve in that
oh-so-serene body of yours?

You're the one with nerve, Alexis.

When you couldn't take Blake
away from me,

you went after Cecil and his billions.

Nothing could stop you.

Even if it meant marrying him
on his deathbed.

Are you insinuating

that I forced Cecil to marry me
in the hospital?

Are you accusing me of killing
my husband?

No, I'm not.

That never occurred to me
until you just mentioned it.

"And to my housekeeper
and cook of 1 7 years,

Mrs. Helen Byron,

I leave the sum of $1 0,000
and a year's salary.

And to my loyal
and faithful secretary,

Katherine Malley,

I leave the sum of $50,000

and my eternal gratitude.

The remainder of my estate,

including my mansion
and my triplex penthouse apartment,

I leave to Alexis Carrington,

who will soon
become my beloved wife,

along with all
of my personal possessions,

including all my business holdings,

if she has given me an heir

to perpetuate the Colby name.

If my wife does not produce an heir,

I leave half my business holdings
to her

and half to my nephew,
Jeffrey Colby.

Though we had differences
during my lifetime,

he is still a Colby.

Should Jeffrey Colby
predecease my wife, Alexis,

his share of my holdings
shall be held in trust for Jeffrey's son,

Blake Carrington Colby,

to be administered and controlled
by my wife

until my grandnephew
reaches age 21."

Those are the stipulations of the will,
but I also have further instructions.

"Blake Carrington.

My only regret is that I'm speaking
to you from my grave.

But now I can tell you
that I have hated you totally

from the day you stole my beloved
Alexis away and married her.

Well, you will see my revenge now

when Gerald Wilson places
this cassette into this player.

Especially you, Krystle.

I want you to know that the man
you married is not invincible."

I've had enough of this farce,
Rhinewood.

If you think I'm gonna sit still while you
try to take over Denver-Carrington,

then you really are a maniac.

I run this company
and I've run it well.

And I'm not gonna let it go,
do you understand?

I'm gonna find out who you are,

and when I do,
I'm gonna destroy you.

That tape must've been made
in Las Vegas months ago.

What's it doing here?

"l devoutly hope, Blake,

that you are feeling some of the pain
you've caused me.

Well, now my wife and l
have found a way to pay you back.

I am Logan Rhinewood.

I haven't achieved my goal
of control of Denver-Carrington,

but that I leave in the hands of the
woman who shares my dedication,

my wife, Alexis.

I'm confident she will find a way
to bring you to your knees."

Signed, Cecil Colby.

That concludes the reading
of this will.

Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.

Take Krystle
and wait for me outside.

- Why?
- Please, darling, do that.

So.

You were in on this
Rhinewood masquerade

right from the beginning,
weren't you?

Blake, I knew nothing about it,
I swear to you.

You'd swear to anything.

I also heard you swear
that you didn't make Krystle

fall off that horse and lose our child.

I didn't think you could hurt
me anymore, but this.

All right.

Try to take Denver-Carrington
away from me. Just try.

I'll fight you.

I promise you, I'll fight you
for the rest of my life.

- Is everything all right?
- Yes. Yes, it's all finished now.

Blake, that car that came at you.

It was my uncle
that ordered them to kill you.

- I can't believe it.
- Believe it, Jeff.

Let's get out of here, shall we?

Damn you, Cecil.

Damn you for dying and leaving me
to take care of this myself.

Bring Blake to his knees? How?

What do I know about any of this?

Excuse me, ma'am.

How long have you been
standing here?

For a moment. Just a moment.

Do you mind
telling me who you are?

Well, there are times when I wonder,

when I'm not all that sure anymore,
but they call me Michael.

Michael Torrance.

Look, Mr. Torrance.

I don't want to make a scene
or have to call the security guards.

- I suggest you leave.
- I don't mean to frighten you.

I told you to leave.

Do you really want me to,

without even wondering
why I've come all this way to see you?

- To see me?
- Alexis Carrington.

- It's Alexis Colby now.
- Now, yes.

But not then.

On a fine September morning,
a long time ago.

"All this way"?

Where are you from?

Montana.
A farm, an attorney's office.

I live on the farm, I'm a lawyer.
That's Billings, Montana.

A very dear old woman
passed away there this week.

And she gave me something
just before she died.

Where did you get this?

From the old woman
who said she was my grandmother.

The initials.

- They're not yours. You said that--
- I said I was called Michael.

How long have you been in Denver?

For nearly a week now.

Why didn't you try
to contact me before?

Well, at first
I didn't know where to find you.

And then, when I did, I didn't want
to bother you until after the funeral.

I know how you must be feeling.

This old woman who lived
in Montana,

what else did she tell you?

That my father and mother
were killed in a car accident

here in Denver, nearly 26 years ago.

That their baby boy
was killed with them.

That she buried them.

And that before
she went back home,

she saw me asleep in a carriage
outside a shop.

And she picked me up
and walked away with me.

"lt was a fine September morning,"
she said.

And as she got on the bus with me,
it began to rain.

Sun shower.

"lt was as if the very skies
were sharing her sorrow

and her newfound joy," she said.

What else? What else did she say?

She told me that my real name

was Adam Alexander Carrington.

I know.

You don't believe me either.

Either?

Who else have you told this to?

The man she said was my real father.

Blake?

- You've been to see Blake?
- Yes.

Blake Carrington.

It was a very brief meeting.
He threw me out.

And I expect you to do the same thing,
but before I go--

- Can I get you some water?
- No. Yes, yes.

No, I'm fine.

May I leave this with you
before I leave?

Where are you going?

Back to the hotel I'm staying at.

La Mirada, do you know it?

Yes, I've heard of it.

Well, that's where I'll be
until this time tomorrow, so--

If you can find it in your heart
to believe me,

would you come and see me?

Or maybe just phone.

If you can't believe it, I'll understand.

I'll go back home and be who I was,

who I expected I would always be.

But at least I'll go
with one very special memory,

of one miraculous moment in my life
when I looked into the eyes of my real

and very beautiful mother.

Adam?

Is that you?

Is it really you?

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