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l appreciate your call, Dr. Winfield.
Thank you vey much.

- Eveything all right?
- Yes.

Kirby is finally out of danger.
She's completely stabilised now.

- That's good news.
- Yes, isn't it?

Blake.

l know that Adam's confession
is still tearing you apart.

And the fact that l haven't settled
with him about what he did to Jeff.

lt's been agony.

But finally, tomorrow,
l've got to face him with it.

l don't know.
All seems to be piling up.

First Kirby's sickness,
then losing her child,

and kidnapping of the horse,
and now, finally,

this terrible thing about Adam.

l tell you, darling,

l really don't know what l'd do
without you.

l don't know how l'd deal
with all this if you weren't here.

l love you, darling.
And l'll always be here with you.

The hospital.

Still?

Well, they've taken
vey good care of you.

Since this morning, it's night now.

Kirby, you've been here for a few days,
and l have been with you.

l slept, dreams.

l've been dreaming.

Baby.

A little girl.

Kirby, ty and go back to sleep.

And l was holding her. She cried.

Was it a dream?

ls it true?

Kirby.

Adam.

Baby.

Where is she?

They tried so hard.

All the doctors tried.

But you see,
she was so small and so weak.

What happened to her?

They couldn't save her.

No. No.

Our baby is gone, Kirby,
but you survived.

And soon l'll be able to take you home
and help you heal.

- Heal? l can't.
- Yes, you can. Yes, you can.

l hated that child inside of me
for so long.

For so long.

lt wasn't until iust before she was born
that l realised how wrong l was.

And that l loved her.

But now it's too late.

She's gone and she'll never know
that l did love her.

Yes, she knew, Kirby.

Somehow she knew.
Somehow. Somehow she knew.

Hi.

Your message said, ''See me
as soon as possible,'' so here l am.

Good.
Because l have a favour to ask you.

Sure.

l've been going over all the upcoming
conventions and banquets,

and l was wondering
if it would be asking too much

if l dumped them on you.

How long are you gonna be away?

Oh, l don't know.
A month, maybe a little more.

Blame it on Peter.

My impulsive fiancé
does not believe in long engagements.

You're getting married soon?

He wanted me to be ready
by this weekend.

We're gonna have a ceremony
in Monte Carlo

and then a honeymoon in Europe.

You don't wanna do it?

lt's okay, l understand.
What with Steven and Danny.

No, no, no. It's not that.

l iust don't understand
why it all has to be so madcap.

That's my middle name, isn't it?

Fallon, l love you. You know that.

And l really admire what you've done
with your life, with the hotel,

but l do have some reservations
about Mr. De Vilbis.

What do you mean?

All right.

He made a pass at me, here,
in your office.

A pass?

What, did he ask you
to go to bed with him?

No.

Well, so what's the big deal?

l've seen Peter around other women.

That's iust his way
of complimenting them.

So l've found,
if that's the way you choose to see it.

That is the way l see it.

Look, l'm sory. l didn't mean to...

Okay, well, you've had your say
along with just about eveybody else.

So l'd appreciate it
if you'd just leave me alone

so l could finish
what l have to do here.

All right. Good night, Fallon.

Good night.

- So?
- So?

So you're a vey sey lady.

And you are a vey sey man.

Baby, l missed you.

Tracy, l want you.

l want you, Jeremy.

Well, then, show me how much.

Like back in New York,
that last fantastic night.

Do you remember?

How could l forget?

What you seem to have forgotten

is that when a man and a woman
are together--

- l have forgotten nothing. Nothing.
- Like this...

lf anything, l've picked up on a few
pointers since that last fantastic night.

And you're going to show me
evey single one of them, like now.

Like after we
discuss some business.

What?

Well, is the aging, if still attractive,

boy reporter
Jeremy Thatcher interested?

Or would you like to
catch the next flight

back to your trendy
New York pad tonight?

Okay.

Now, the stoy you're handing me
is tasty, vey tasty.

The Whísper will give you
front-page headlines,

maybe even a photo.

But what l wanna know,
personally speaking...

What's my angle?

What is Tracy Kendall
up to this time?

Yes, but the last time
you gave me a hot tip,

l nearly got burned.

lf you think you're gonna get any
sympathy from me, you can forget it.

You got a big, fat raise

and l got revenge on one
miserable Madison Avenue type.

l got a moderate raise.

And your revenge held up
only because you were smart enough

to head back to Denver
before your Madison Avenue type

figured out who fingered him.

Smart enough?

More like survivor's instinct.

That gorgeous quality that you and l
both have not to get caught.

To answer your question,
l do have an angle.

l was done out
at the top public-relations job

at Denver-Carrington.

And the only way l'm gonna get it
is if l drag the lady down.

The boss' wife?
Mrs. Blake Carrington, is that it?

The vey same.

You make it all sound so easy.

Jeremy, with your help,
it is going to be a snap.

- Morning, Fallon.
- Morning.

- Quiet morning at the hotel?
- No, not actually.

But l ty to get back here evey day
about this time to be with our son.

Look, l know l'm going to be the last
one to be let in on the big news,

but why don't we change that for once
and let me know up front?

Now, this wedding, when is the date,
and what are your plans after that?

Well
there's nothing rea'lly definite yet.

- Yeah, but there will be soon, right?
- l guess so.

- What happens then?
- Well, good question.

Easy answer:
We're gonna live happily ever after.

Look, l asked you a question
and l want an answer.

Where and when?

What we're talking about
is strictly my business.

Except for the part
that happens to be mine.

From what l hear, your boyfriend
owns hotels and assorted businesses

all over the world.

Six assorted continents, right.

l just wanna let you know

if you decide to go iet-setting
with that guy, that's up to you.

But you're not taking our son.

And l'm not going to let
De Vilbis play father.

Be happy with the guy if you can,

but keep that hustler away
from anyone named Colby.

- Hey, Tony, how you doing?
- Hey, Mr. Colby.

You're too dressed up for that.
Let me give you a hand.

- Are you sure you don't mind?
- l don't mind.

- How's Mr. Carrington?
- He's fine. Why?

Well, he was pretty upset
about that horse the other day.

l felt vey bad.
l thought he kind of blamed me.

Tony, what are you talking about?

- And what did he answer?
- Well, he rambled a bit at first,

saying that you might blame him
for Allegree being kidnapped that night.

But l kept pushing him,

and l got the feeling that there
was somebody he was afraid of.

- Who?
- l couldn't get it out of him.

But l did get him to talk about
the wine that he had drunk that night.

And l told the police that he had
a little, like a couple of glasses.

But he confessed to me later
that he didn't tell the truth.

lt was actually less than one glass.

Then he could possibly
have been drugged.

Yeah, that's right, Blake.
He could have been.

lt's good to have Allegree back.
Real good.

Yes, it is. It certainly is.

Jack, you've been a trainer for
Mr. De Vilbis for a while now, right?

The last couple years.

Things being relative,
you could call that a while.

l'd guess that you were
a New Yorker.

Hey, better. Born in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn to Brazil, that's quite a trip.

l assume that you met
Mr. De Vilbis in Rio.

Oh, no, l met him in the States.

You see,
the world of racing isn't all that big.

And when you're vey good
at what you do, like me,

the word gets around
and people seek you out.

And that's what Mr. De Vilbis did,

when Allegree was iust a 2-year-old,
and already showing a lot of promise.

Well
you've done a beau!tiful job with it.

Well, l ty, Mr. Carrington, l ty.

You must have been really shaken up
the night he was stolen.

Shaken? l went crazy
when l heard what had happened.

l mean, here l am sharing a pizza
and some wine with Tony,

and then l'm off watching a little N,
and the next morning, my colt is gone.

From what Tony said,
that wine really knocked him for a loop.

Did it ever. He hit the deck like a sailor
just off shore leave from Singapore.

- But you were okay?
- Me? Yeah, l was okay.

l mean, let's put it this way.
Tony is what we would call a yokel.

l don't think he's been out of Colorado,
you know?

You travel a lot?
You're used to drinking?

Right, right. Why?

Oh, nothing. Just an observation.

Well, thank you, Jack.

And you are right,
it's good to have Allegree back.

Oh, by the way,
it was just the two of you that night

when you were sharing
the wine and the pizza?

- That's right.
- Yeah, that's what l thought.

Well, is that all, Mr. Carrington?
l gotta get back at the stables.

That's all.
Thank you vey much for coming over.

l think there are some things
we have to check out, and fast.

You don't want any?

Yes, please.

Want some salad?

- Aren't you hungy?
- No, not vey.

Claudia, it's been three days since
those flowers were delivered.

Can't you just forget about it?

A sick joke from a sick person

and don't let it prey on your mind,
right?

Yes. Please.

You know,
this conjuring up of memories

- has done something for me.
- What?

Made me see Lindsay again.

Claudia, l don't understand.

- Don't wory. l'm not regressing.
- l'm not worried about that.

l iust don't understand
what you mean.

Last night, l saw her.

We were back at the house.

She looked so beautiful.

She was wearing this
Iong yellow dress that l made for her

and she was leaving for a party.

She looked so beautiful.

Claudia,
you can never forget Lindsay,

but you've got to forget
about what's happened

with the flowers
and with that message.

l know, l'm tying. l'm really tying.

But sometimes,
it's like tying to fight a shadow.

There's somebody out there
that hates me so much,

and l don't know who it is.

What is it, Steven?

lt's Claudia.

What about her?

She's vey upset.

Someone's been sending her violets,
with the card and the name ''Lancelot.''

Matthew Blaisdel used to send her
violets when they were first married.

Her nickname for him back then
was Lancelot.

- Well, who do you think is doing it?
- We don't know.

Obviously, some perverse mind
is tying to make the poor girl suffer.

Steven, you don't think
that l sent these violets, do you?

You do. You think that l did it.

All right, Mother.
Let's face a few facts.

You've never approved
of my marying Claudia.

You've expressed your dislike for her,
to put it mildly,

on more than one occasion.

You've constantly
referred to her paranoia

and her having been
in a mental institution twice.

You haven't acknowledged, ever,

how beautifully
she's come through all of this.

How good a mother she is to Danny
and a wife she is to me--

All right, all right, l acknowledge that.
That's what you want.

l think that she has done
an admirable job.

But you're talking about

some of the minor criticism
that l've levelled at her.

But that's nothing compared
with this cruel and vicious thing.

Steven.

Steven,
l had nothing to do with any of this.

l'd be hurting you too.

And l love you much too much
to ever destroy anyone that you love.

Oh, you must believe me, Steven,
you must.

l'm sory for what
l was beginning to think.

Please forgive me.

Of course l do, darling.

l'll see you.

Steven.

lf you need any help with any of this,
just let me know.

l will. Thanks.

- Marcia.
- Yes, Mr. Carrington?

Find Dex Dexter and tell him
it's important that l see him, right now.

And when Adam comes in,

you interrupt anything l'm involved in,
you understand?

- Anything.
- Yes, sir.

You want some coffee or something
right now?

No, thank you vey much.

Victor, it's Jeff Colby.

Look, l've got another iob
for you and your people.

And no, this time it's not oil research,
it's jewelley.

Yeah, that's right. Diamonds.

Two-million dollars worth bought
by a guy by the name of De Vilbis.

Peter De Vilbis.

What l want is proof
that the guy really did buy them,

or proof that he didn't.

Well, l got your message, Blake.

What's so important that l had to
come down here on the double?

Got a phone call from your father
a while ago.

He wanted me to talk to you.

- Sit down, won't you?
- l suppose you're going to tell me

he's accusing me
of betraying Denver-Carrington

- by going out on my own.
- No.

l happen to think you are guilty of that,
but that's not what this is about.

Look, Blake, if he wants
his power of attorney back...

He doesn't. He's a vey sick man.

Not so sick
that he still can't manage a phone call.

All right. What is this about?

He has heard
from more than one source

that you're not iust partners
with Alexis in business.

Maybe in the bedroom as well.

That's not of his damn business,
and certainly none of yours.

l couldn't agree with you more.

But your father and l are old friends,
and he did asked me--

No, he pleaded with me to see
if l could straighten your head out.

l promised him l'd ty.

Okay. Tell me about Alexis.

She's a shark.

She'll use you for as long
as you satisfy her.

ln business and/or in the bedroom.

And then she'll go for blood.
She'll ty to destroy you.

She'll get rid of you,
with no time for any questions.

- Is that it?
- No, there's quite a bit more.

Well, l don't wanna hear it.
Not from you, not from anybody.

Now, let me tell you something,
Blake.

My father is a spineless,
useless man

that would be no worth
if it weren't for his father and for me.

You may not know this
about Sam Dexter,

your old and good friend.

Once, after a drink too many,

he told me
that he'd had a thing with Alexis

when you were still married to her.

Really?

First the father, then the son.

Gotta hand it to her,
she's a real humdinger.

You just remember this, Blake.

l'm a better man than my father.
l'm my own man.

And l choose
my own business partners.

l choose my own women.

And now you've chosen Alexis.

But not only chosen her,
l've fallen in love with her.

All right.
l've done what l promised l'd do.

Now l'd like to add
something of my own.

lf you think what you're getting
with Alexis is love,

l wish you luck, my friend.

Because, by God,
you're going to need it.

Steven shouldn't have told you
what's been happening, Alexis.

And l shouldn't be
burdening you with this.

Burdening me?

l was the one
who insisted that you share it.

After all, it's our problem.
We are a family toward you.

l iust keep thinking
about those violets

and that card
with the same message.

Who could be so cruel?

People are cruel.

l should know that
more than anyone.

But l also know that you mustn't
Iet them get away with it.

So what l suggest that you do
is to take those cards and letters

and bring them to the police.

But Steven threw away the first box,

and what good would it do
to bring the other one?

Claudia, it would do a lot of good.

For one thing, the police could help
track down who's doing this.

lt could give you
some peace of mind.

l thought about that,

but how can the police trace
a plain, unmarked florist box

and a typewritten card?

And besides...

Besides what?

They'd remember
those newspaper headlines:

''Crazy lady on the roof
with a doll who thought it was a baby.''

They'd treat me
as if l was still mentally disturbed.

l don't want to hear you
use that expression, Claudia.

Now, that is all in the past,
do you understand?

l don't want you to
think about it for a moment.

l ty not to, but it's there.

And if someone like Steven
is having his doubts,

and l know that he is,
what are strangers going to think?

Mrs. Carrington? The chef
would like to see you for a minute.

Something about
tomorrow night's banquet.

- Oh, sure. Thanks for that.
- You're welcome.

You don't mind, do you, Alexis?

No, of course not.

Yes, Kirby's out of danger.

Then we can talk, you and l.

About?

About what you began to tell me
at the hospital the other night.

Jeff's office.

Mercuric oxide.

Your mother knew nothing about it.
That's what you told me, isn't it?

Yes.

You tricked her into signing those
purchase papers, that's right, isn't it?

l did.

And it was your idea?
It was your doing?

My God.

l can't believe you'd do that.

How could you have done it?

Do you realise
that you could have killed Jeff?

l never ever intended to kill him.

You have to believe that, Father.

- l only--
- Only what, damn it?

l only wanted

to weaken his ability
to think straight for a while.

Why?

Because l wanted to see
that Mother got what she wanted.

The power she wanted.

- So that--
- So that what?

l could earn her love.

Earn her love?

Even after you told me that you
tricked her into signing those papers

so that eveyone would believe
that she was the guilty one?

You could do that
to your own mother,

and then you tell me
that you want to earn her love?

Father, l have learned since then.

Love is something that is given,

it can't be bought or negotiated.

And l have suffered since then.

l've lost my child.

But l know that nothing, not even that,
can make up for what l did.

So after l tell Jeff the truth, myself,

l'll come back to you and face
whatever decision you've made

about my final punishment.

My decision?

l don't know what l'm going to do.

l'm your son.

l'm a Carrington.

l'll accept whatever it is.

All right, Blake, it's after office hours.

So, what's all the urgency?

l tried to tell you on the telephone
that it was a personal matter.

Alexis, in the past,
l've accused you of a lot of things.

l believe with vey good reason.

But l've come here today
to apologise

for ever doubting
your love for your children.

l know now that you must love Adam
a great deal.

Adam?

What does he have to do with this?

You could have exposed him
and you could have saved yourself,

and you didn't.

Look, Blake, whatever it is
that you're talking about,

you got what you wanted.

The merger was cancelled.

Now l consider that this conversation
is terminated.

l have things to do.

Alexis, you don't have to go on
protecting him.

Adam has told me eveything
that's happened.

About the paint,
about the compound,

those forged purchase orders
implicating you.

The sacrifice that you made,
not saying anything.

That mother's need
to sacrifice herself for her child.

And now l need your help.

For what?

l want you to help me understand
how he could have done what he did.

The almighty giant asking me for help.
Why?

Does the unforgiving Blake Carrington
really give a damn?

Yes, of course, l give a damn.
He's my son.

l'm desperately tying
to understand him.

Don't you realise
the position that l'm in now?

l've got to make a decision.

l've got to decide
what to do about all of this.

Do l call in the police?
Do l see him prosecuted? What?

- Help me.
- Blake.

l know what you're going through.

lt's exactly what l went through
when l first found out about this.

l wanted to disown him.

l couldn't possibly believe
that he was my child, or yours.

l don't understand. Then why
didn't you do something about him?

l did.

l flew out to Billings to talk to this
Dr. Edwards that he's grown up with.

l iust wanted to hear
that he wasn't my child.

And then l heard
about the breakdown.

What breakdown?

He had a histoy of drugs
as a teenager.

He's a vey lonely boy.

He had no real family,
no real friends.

So he suffered a nervous breakdown,
a serious one.

So his mind
still becomes disoriented at times.

That's why he did this thing with Jeff.
It was for me.

He wanted to win my approval.
He wanted my love.

Lonely boy. God.

Maybe when he was kidnapped,

if l didn't insist
on finally calling off that search,

we wouldn't be in this--

Blake, don't. It's all in the past.

Yes. Yes.

And perhaps...

Perhaps what Adam needs
is not more punishment,

but more love and help.

l ask your forgiveness again, Alexis,
and l thank you. l...

l thank you vey much
for helping me.

l took the liberty of giving
your bodyguard the night off.

Why?

Let's iust say,
l wanna guard your body tonight.

Darling,
you'll have to excuse me tonight.

l'm vey tired and l need to be alone.
Please.

Well, l'm sory, ma'am.
l cannot oblige.

Now, iust as it takes two to tango,
it takes two to propose.

Propose, as in marriage.

That's vey sweet of you.

A passionate reaction
is more than overwhelming.

l don't know
if l can take any more of it.

Dex, don't joke, because l'm serious.

Seems obvious.

But what should be obvious
is what l've told you before.

l have vey strong feelings for you,
darling,

but l'm just not ready for marriage.

l want our relationship to go on
just the way it's been going.

lt may be enough for you, Alexis,
it isn't for me.

l don't want a bed partner,
l want a wife.

Look, l do not need this scene.

Not after what l've iust
been through with Blake.

Oh, your ex-husband?

Whom you can't seem
to get out of your head,

or your life, or your heart?

That's not true.

You know that l hate Blake
for what he did to me.

- Hate and love can be vey close.
- Not in this case.

- Will you please go?
- All right!

But l want you to know something.

l'm not taking that no for an answer.

Whatever you really do
feel for Carrington, Alexis,

l'm personally gonna make you
forget you ever met him.

How about that?

Yes, operator,
l do know that l can direct-dial Paris,

but l want to speak to the Princess
Maria-Elena person to person.

lt's Alexis Colby calling.
Ring me back.

That's the same lady whose name
you threw at Fallon, correct?

Correct. Now--

Order you a two-minute egg?
Butt out? Uh-uh, Alexis.

l don't think l'll butt out on this one.

You see, l have a hunch
this has something to do

with you tying to
screw up things between

Fallon and this guy
that she's involved with.

Your hunch
is duly noted and unwelcome.

And l'm also beginning to think
that the idea

of your being my bodyguard
has outlived its usefulness.

McVane was right.

McVane? What about McVane?

He and l had a little talk,

and he predicted that you'd think about
dumping me sooner or later.

Well, may l ask what you were doing
talking to that man?

The other day, remember?

You ordered me to escort the
ex-congressman out of your office?

l did, we talked,
and he was right, wasn't he?

You know, really, your opinions
have absolutely nothing to do with me.

So why don't you go and show off
your legs on the tennis court?

This is a personal call.

Hello.

Maria-Elena, darling.
It's Alexis. How are you?

Oh, no,
l didn't just call up to say hello.

l've got a lot more than that
on my mind.

The subject is playboys.

Yes.

To be precise, Peter De Vilbis.
Do you remember him?

What are you doing here?

l've got some news
l want you to hear.

More news about Peter
and the princess?

You already told me that,
it's garbage.

Does my being happy
really drive you up walls?

l checked out that garbage myself
a little while ago with Maria-Elena.

And she told me the truth about
why your fiancé walked out on her.

She was pregnant with his child.

Now, he didn't want children,
so he told her to abort it, she refused.

So he dumped her.

All that from dear, impeccable
Maria-Elena herself, huh?

My guess is that she tried to trap him
and he refused to be trapped.

Oh, Fallon,
l suggest that you be vey sure of that.

What if he wanted you
to leave Little Blake

and iet off around the world
just with you and him?

You and Jeff ought to
cut a record of that together.

Look, Peter loves me.
l'm sure he's going to love my child.

You listen to me, Fallon.

l know what it's like to be deprived
of one's own children.

So l suggest vey strongly
that you check him out again

to make sure it's true.

Or is my oh, so independent daughter
afraid that it just might be true?

All right if l barge in?

Oh, sure.

This article in The Whísper,
have you seen it?

No, l don't read these kind of papers.

l don't blame you.

The gist of this slander is

that you're supposed to be
a responsible spokesperson

for a huge corporation,
namely Denver-Carrington.

''She is really only
the spoiled wife of a tycoon

playing at being a career lady.

When her lavish wedding present
was stolen,

she cried on her wealthy husband's
shoulder to buy him back secretly,

without bringing in the police.''

And then this business here, about
how when you were married to Blake,

you were still married
to Mark Jennings.

Character-assassinating lies.

Kystle, there has got to be
somebody in this town

who wants to see you embarrassed.

lf you have any idea who it is,

l would be happy to go after him or her
and take whatever comes.

l appreciate your loyalty, Tracy,

but l think it's best
just to leave it alone.

Look, l know this type of magazine.

They latch onto something like this
and they just don't let go.

Please let me do something.

l'll call in the top sports writers
here in Denver.

The Chronícle, The Reporter,
and we'll have a press conference.

Then they'll understand
why the police weren't brought in

until after the horse was returned,
okay?

No. No, it's not okay.

l don't wanna make any more of this
than is necessay.

My God, they're dragging
your reputation through the mud

and you say, ''So what?''

l admire you.

But l'll tell you this.

lf anyone ever did it to me,
l'd fight back.

But then l'm not the person you are.

All right, put him through.

Hello, Victor, what did you find out
about the diamonds?

Good.

Yes?

Mr. Colby on 1 , Mr. Carríngton.

- Yes, Jeff.
- Blake, ít paíd o_.

Meet me at La Mirage and we'll
take care of De Vilbis together.

Good. l'm leaving right now.

Thank you.

Yeah, l'll do that.

l wanna talk to you.
Let's go into the office.

- Jeff, what are you doing?
- l'm here waiting for your father.

And l'm also here to tell you
a little stoy about your fiancé.

- Oh, God, not--
- Fallon, the guy is a crook.

Well, the last time we talked,
he was a hustler.

You know something, Jeff? l'm
beginning to think you don't like Peter.

Come on, Fallon, would you
get serious once and listen to me?

l think the person that stole Allegree
was his half owner.

Well, that could be Kystle
or it could be Peter.

l tried Peter.

And l also think that Jack Crager,
one of his trainers,

at De Vilbis' orders drugged Tony

and took off with the horse
while he was unconscious.

You of course have proof
of all of this deep thinking of yours?

No, l can't prove that.

But l can prove there was no one,
including De Vilbis,

that bought $2 million worth
of diamonds in Los Angeles

on the day he said that he flew there.

Don't you see, Fallon?

He never put up
any of his own ransom money.

He took Blake's million dollars and
probably cabled it out of the county

to Rio or Zurich.

Probably?

Okay, l've listened to this little stoy
of yours. Now you listen to me.

l am sick and tired of you
and my mother inventing garbage

against the man
l happened to be in love with.

l finally find a little happiness
and eveybody's tying to destroy it.

So, what's the next step, Jeff?

Do you take your little theoy
to Blake?

Before you do,
l'm gonna put a stop to all of this.

Peter? l'm afraid he's gone.

When is he coming back?

No, you don't seem to understand,
Mrs. Colby.

He's left the hotel, and the city.

What are you talking about?

l'd rather we didn't pursue this
at the moment.

l have some important phone calls
to make.

But you said he was gone,
l need to know where he is.

l'm not sure about where.
But he did leave a message for you.

l was going to write it down
and drop it off at your office

before l checked out.

What message?

Yes, it was essentially this.

That he doesn't want you
to seek him out, because, to be blunt,

he doesn't want to see you again.

What kind of a ioke is this,
Mr. Maurier?

What kind of game
are you playing with me?

Look, Mrs. Colby.
This romance of yours is over.

Peter found you vey beautiful
and amusing.

- Amusing?
- And now he's had to leave.

Had to leave?

My father's money.
Did that have anything to do with this?

l can't discuss that.

- The horse, the kidnapping.
- l can't discuss any of it with you.

l'm sory.

Oh, God.

l thínk you should know more
about the man

- you plan to spend your lífe wíth.
- He's decadent.

He made a pass at me
ríght here ín your o_íce.

- He's a crook. He's a hustler.
- He made a pass at me

- ríght here ín your o_íce.
- He's a crook.

- Can l get you your car, Mr. Colby?
- No, thanks.

Jerk bartender
wouldn't serve me a drink.

He wanted to call me a cab.

- May l get your car, sir?
- l'll get my own car.

Hey, watch it.

Take it easy.
You shouldn't even be driving.

- Fallon.
- What?

Look,
l'm sory l came down hard on you.

lt doesn't matter anymore.

Well, it does matter.

Fallon,
l care about you and l want to help.

Fallon, what's the matter?

l don't wanna
talk to you about it anymore.

- Would you iust wait a minute?
- Just let go of me.

Fallon.

No!

My God.