Dynasty s01e02 Episode Script

Mr.
Carrington, Michael has brought the car around.
Thank you,Joseph.
Oh, Michael, we'll be stopping at Miss Jennings's apartment on the way.
Yes, sir.
Excuse me, Mr.
Carrington, but, uh that doesn't seem the kind of party you'd be invited to.
I wasn't.
( Women Chattering, Laughing ) Hey, it's terrific.
Thank you.
What is it? It's a baton for leading the orchestra.
No, it's not.
It's a whip for beating her new servants.
- ( Chattering Continues ) - Ha-ha.
It happens to be a riding crop.
- Well, great.
- Well, he does have horses, doesn't he? Yes, several.
Um, I've never been on any of them, though.
- I don't think horses like me.
- Yeah, that's what the riding crop's for.
- Oh! - This looks like another cookbook-- feel it.
( All Chattering ) This looks like Marion's handwriting.
- And it's-- - Oh.
Thank you, Marion.
What is it? - ( Women Gasping, Laughing ) - What is it? I can't see.
- What is it? - Oh, no.
- What is it? - Oh, no.
- Marion.
! - That's very sweet, Marion.
Thank you.
I think it's kind of raunchy myself.
That's all right, Doris.
You know, I have been married before.
Well, even so.
I mean, don't you suppose people managed before they wrote an instruction manual? Maybe you oughta read it first, Doris.
- Then you can go out and get your learner's permit.
- ( Women Chuckling ) I certainly wouldn't wanna shock you, Charlotte, but I know plenty.
- ( Doorbell Buzzing ) - Oh.
I'll get it.
- These are the greatest presents.
- Steady, guys, steady.
Will you really use this? Actually, I think that this is the best.
- Which one? - Hello, Michael.
Miss Jennings, Mr.
Carrington would like you to have this with his compliments.
Where is he? Why didn't he come up? He's waiting for me downstairs.
( Charlotte ) Would you like some punch? A cookie? ( Michael ) No, thank you, miss.
I've got to run.
Oh, he's gorgeous! ( Charlotte ) Hey, Krystle, do you wanna trade? I'll give you Marvin, the kids and a six-months'diaper service.
What do you say? - Oh, I'd take him even if he didn't have $200 million.
- Really.
( Woman ) And the biggest house in Colorado and his own football team.
- Well, I think he's lucky to be getting Krystle.
- ( Car Engine Starting ) Come on.
Let me look.
The closest I ever got to him was when he drove through our picket line during the refinery strike.
( All Chattering ) - He is so gorgeous.
I'll take him.
- Oh, Krystle.
Margaret, what is it? What's wrong? I'm gonna miss you, Krystle.
We're all gonna miss you.
What are you talking about? We're friends.
We'll always be friends.
We're still gonna see each other.
Well, come on, you guys.
I'm not going to the foreign legion.
I'm getting married.
Well, to begin with, you'll come to the wedding.
And then after that, you'll come up to the house every weekend.
I mean, what the heck good are 48 rooms if you can't have your friends over? I won't change.
I swear it.
Well, come on.
Let's see what the boss got her for her shower gift.
It's probably a gold-plated time card.
I bet you he docks her for getting engaged on company time.
- ( Sniffles ) - What is it? - ( All Gasping ) - Krystle.
! ( All Chattering ) - They're gorgeous.
- Are those things real? - Oh, put them on.
They're really gorgeous.
- You've got to try them on.
Put 'em on.
We wanna see.
( Chattering Continues ) Boy, you can be sure the other one wouldn't have given her diamonds.
- Matthew Blaisdel.
- Doris.
! Doris, sometimes you have the tact of a rhinoceros.
( Doris ) Well, I'm very sorry, but I happen to think it was a good thing he was sent to the Middle East.
- ( Man Shouting In Foreign Language ) - ( Explosions ) - ( Man ) Let it go, Matthew.
- Look out.
! It's gonna blow.
! Come on, Matthew.
No reason to make any more of a fight.
It's over.
( Gunfiire ) ( Man Speaking Foreign Language ) ( Shouts In Foreign Language ) ( Man ) What the hell are they gonna do? Blow us up? - ( Foreign Language ) - That's enough! Stop him! He's gonna fire on him! ( Speaking Foreign Language ) ( Groaning ) ( Yelling, Shouting ) Move! Onto the airplane.
Airplane! Just where the hell is the State Department in all this? Where are our friends in Washington? Where are the damn marines? I'm sorry, Andy.
I know you've done everything you could.
All our people get out? - Yes.
- Blaisdel too? He was on the last company plane out.
Already headed back to the States.
He'll transfer at Kennedy arrive at Stapleton International tomorrow morning at 1 0:00 a.
m.
Mmm.
Have his plane shot down over Kansas.
Uh, forgive my stupidity, Blake but, uh, is that some kind of a joke? Yeah, it's a joke I guess.
Except one thing I don't need right now is Matthew Blaisdel back in Denver.
( Woman ) Would you pleasejust return to your seat? ( Man ) Look, I-I-- - Mr.
Carrington, would you please take your seat? - Wait a sec.
Hold on.
I don't have to go anywhere that I don't wanna go.
- I'm gonna call the captain.
- I don't care if you call the captain.
- Go ahead and call him.
Hell, I'll call him.
Captain! - Shh! Captain.
! Would you like for me to call the generals? Huh? General! Gen-- Matthew! Shh.
I know him.
I know him.
Matthew, come up here and have a drink with me, okay? I'm sorry, Mr.
Carrington.
The lounge is reserved for passengers traveling first class.
- Now, would you please sit down? - You mean to tell me that he ain't first class? Is that what you're tryin' to tell me? Huh? You ask my father if Matthew Blaisdel ain't first class.
Besides, look, he's my guest, okay? And if I wanna have a drink with my guest then I'm havin' a drink with my guest, all right? - Steven.
- Hi, Matthew.
Maybe I can help.
Come on.
Excuse me.
And then I got in the mail-- You know, I-- I mean, aren't I a part of the family? I-I mean, don't I deserve s-somethin'? I mean, would it have worn his finger to just dial me direct, area code 21 2 just-just to let me know-- just to let me know that-- Where was I? - You got in the mail.
- Oh, yeah.
A gold-embossed, paper linen invitation to my father's wedding with a little card inside that says ""Mr.
Steven Carrington will/will not attend.
'' That's-That's my own father's.
Hey, you're going to the wedding though, aren't you? I mean, that-- that's why you're on this plane.
- Right? - No.
I just got kicked out of the Middle East after a year and a half.
I'm on my way home to Denver.
I guess they must've left my name off that guest list too.
Of course, because you used-- Didn't you use to, um-- Use to what? Matthew, you do know who my father's marrying, don't you? Well, I've been livin' on a sand dune for a year and a half.
We didn't get the society page.
Who's he marrying? - Another one of these.
- Steven.
I'm sorry, sir, but regulations don't permit me to serve a passenger who's already had too much to drink.
I don't care about your stupid regulations.
And I'll tell you when I've had enough to drink.
- Steven-- - You just fill that cup up, all right? He's right.
Now, listen to me.
Why don't, uh-- Why don't you and I take a little walk downstairs? Why don't you butt out, okay? Huh? Why don't you just butt out? -Just because you work for my father - Don't do that.
doesn't give you the right-- It's okay.
It's okay.
Just-Just take him back to his seat.
He's all right.
( Man On P.
A.
) Ladies and gentlemen, at this time we'll begin our descent into Denver's Stapleton International Airport.
Matthew! Matthew.
- How you feelin'? - ( Chuckles ) Dumb.
Guess I really made a fool of myself up there.
Well, I've been known to do the same.
Well, I just wanted to thank you for-for doin' what you did.
Forget it.
That's my father's car.
I'd be glad to drop you off anyplace you're goin'.
No, thanks.
Wouldn't wanna take you out of your way.
- See ya, Steven.
- Okay.
Here I am, Michael.
These are for my baggage.
I'll wait in the car.
I'm sorry, sir.
The car is for Mr.
Blaisdel.
- Have you seen him? - Well, what-what do you mean? You mean, the car's not for me? There he is.
Your father wants you to take a cab and wait for him at the house.
He'll see you when he gets home.
Mr.
Blaisdel, Mr.
Carrington's waiting for you.
- Please, have a seat.
- ( Krystle ) Darling, I can't stay.
I've got to meet Mr.
Afferton back at the house to go over the wedding arrangements.
But I'll see you at dinner.
( Blows Kiss ) ( Blake ) Bye-bye, dear.
Oh.
I didn't know you were back.
Nobody told me you were back.
I'm back.
Well, welcome home, Matthew.
Go on in, please.
I'll see you at dinner, darling.
I'm sorry to rush you in here, Matthew but I've gotta slip you in ahead of my board of directors.
( Blake ) Go ahead, Matthew.
Now, what's the bottom line? Is there any chance of our getting back in there or at least getting our equipment out? Without the marines I wouldn't put money on it.
Make a deal with these people, you'd think they'd keep their end of it.
The State Department will wanna know exactly what happened over there.
You may even have to go before a congressional committee and the press and everything.
Have you given any thought to what you're gonna tell 'em? I'm a geologist.
I make holes in the ground.
I'm not paid to set foreign policy.
- Take a shot.
- ( Sighs ) Okay.
I'd say we'd damn well better start diggin' for oil over here a little faster and a little deeper than we have been.
- Good.
Good.
You tell 'em that.
- ( Intercom Buzzes ) - Yes? - They're ready for you in the boardroom, sir.
Right.
Oh, tell Michael to drop Mr.
Blaisdel anyplace he wants to go.
You might also tell that committee that if they'd given those folks the F-1 5's they asked for they might not have been so quick to throw us out of there.
Well, never mind.
I'll tell 'em that myself.
- Have you seen your wife yet? - No.
Your car brought me directly here.
Your driver said you needed to talk to me.
Oh, yes, that's right.
I understand that you and my fiancee, Miss Jennings knew each other before you left the country.
We were friends.
Good friends? Friends.
Take a couple of days off, Matthew.
Go visit your wife.
And then, check in at the production office.
We'll figure out what we're gonna do with you.
Good afternoon, Miss Jennings.
Mr.
Afferton is waiting for you in the ballroom.
Oh, thank you.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I've been waiting 20 minutes.
Shall we start in the ballroom? We'll fill this fireplace with flowers.
Stephanotis, pink tea roses and, of course, pink rhododendrons.
At this end we'll build an altar of flowers.
Uh, you do like stephanotis, Miss Jennings? Uh, yes.
Yes, of course.
Unless there's something else you would prefer.
No.
No, that's fine.
I agree.
That combination always brings a certain understated elegance.
You will enter through that door come down a center aisle here.
Now, which music will you prefer? Well, the-- the "Wedding March.
' The ""Wedding March''-- Which one? The Mendelssohn or the Wagner? Is one better than the other? Neither is very au courant.
I think what Miss Jennings actually had in mind was something a little more obscure.
Maybe something for woodwinds.
Say, Bach's ""Siciliana'' from his Flute Sonata in E-flat Major.
You do know it, don't you, Mr.
Afferton? Yes.
- Yes, I do.
It's-- - How do you feel about a woodwind ensemble, Krystle? I think that would be very nice.
What do you think? Four pieces? Five? We need a flute, clarinet, oboe, couple of English horns.
No, one English horn.
And out in the garden, a wonderful old harp.
Maybe some strings violin, viola.
Maybe we could start with something like Debussy's ""Maid With Flaxen Hair.
'' Yes, I like that.
Krystle, you look tired.
I guess these last few days have been kind of rough on you.
Yeah, they have.
Look why don't you go lie down and rest? I think I know what you'd like.
I'll finish with Mr.
Afferton for you.
Okay? Thanks.
She does seem a bit rattled, doesn't she? - ( Piano ) - Well, some of them just don't seem to be able to handle it very well, do they? - Handle what, Afferton? - You know, Mr.
Carrington.
The transition-- dealing with upper-class ways.
Well, you seem to have handled it, haven't you? - I beg your pardon? - ( Stops ) Not mine, Mr.
Afferton.
Hers.
You beg Miss Jennings's pardon.
You try a stunt like that again, and I'll see you never work anything bigger than a cat show.
Do you take my meaning? Good.
Now, what's next? Serving arrangements.
And this one will finalize it.
( Phone Buzzing ) Yes? Who is this? It's only me from over the sea.
Fallon, is that you? Where are you, at the airport? I'll pick you up.
You're-- You're where? Daddy, don't you know there's an energy crisis goin' on? What are you doin' drivin' around in that gas guzzler? What are you, anyway, a spy for Ralph Nader? No, but I've got a machine here that runs on hay, and it gets 300 miles to the bale.
That is, if you remember how to drive one.
And who was it that taught you how to ride? Or have you forgotten? - Pull up, Michael.
- Yes, sir.
( Blake ) I've got a little something to do, Andrew.
See you up at the house.
It's good to have you home, Miss Carrington.
Is it? Do I know you? Oh, yes, ma'am.
I believe you do.
( Gasps ) Are you okay? Yes, I'm okay.
But that damn horse isn't gonna be when I catch it.
Oh! Oh! I can't get-- I know you, Blake Carrington.
You paid that horse to dump me.
I didn't have to pay him.
He works for me.
Is there anybody in Colorado who doesn't work for you? Oh, a few people, but not for long.
- ( Groans ) - Oh, honey, I'm so glad that you're home.
Are you serious? You really think I'd miss your wedding? I even gave up soccer matches in Athens to be here.
And that's not all I gave up.
- There was this entirely gorgeous goalie from-- - Uh, uh, uh.
Spare me the details.
I'm not a soccer fan.
Besides, there's something I wanna talk to you about.
- Give me your jacket.
- Well-- Well, I'm certainly not riding back to the house in wet clothes.
Certainly not.
I'll, uh-- I'll go catch your horse.
Thanks.
So then I said to myself ""Would Daddy really appreciate a soccer player for a wedding present?'' So I left him there.
Besides, in his last game, he had his fibula broken in two places, and he couldn't even-- Now, now, now, now, now.
Fallon, will you wind down for a minute, please? When we go back to the house with your brother there and Krystle and all the confusion we may not get another chance to talk.
Okay.
Now, you know you're just about the most important thing in the world to me.
Just about? You mean, I've slipped to second place? Are you gonna give me a chance? Are you gonna listen to what I have to say? Yes, I'll listen.
I've asked Cecil Colby to bring his nephew to the wedding.
It's your wedding.
Invite anybody you like.
His name is Jeff.
He's just about your age.
Yes, I know him, Daddy.
We went to summer camp together when we were 1 1 .
Oh.
Well, I told Cecil that you'd act as sort ofJeff's escort for the day.
I see.
And have you already negotiated a bride price? What are you taking for me, cash or stock options? You asked me what I wanted for a wedding present.
Well, the very best present you could give me would be to see you-- - To see me happily married and settled down? - That's right.
That is bull, Daddy, and you know it.
ColbyCo Oil makes Denver Carrington look like a corner fiilling station and that's eating your liver out.
You're not talking about a marriage.
You're talking about a merger.
And if I am, what the devil is wrong with that? Am I supposed to be thrilled because 7 0% of the voting stock of Denver Carrington is going to end up in the hands of some Greek bandit? Well, what do you want me for anyhow? You have a son.
That's a natural line of succession.
Let Steven get married.
Let him provide the royal heir.
Give him the 70%.
I'm afraid Steven is not going to work out.
Well, why? What's the matter with him? Low sperm count? Mind your own business.
Ooh! We're sensitive, aren't we? Okay, then what about you and Krystle? She looks like good, solid breeding stock to me.
Oh, hey, I'm sorry if I haven't shown the proper respect.
Well, what do you want me to do, anoint her feet in holy oil? Or would it be enough if I just get down on my knees and kiss-- I'm not going to stand here and beg you to accept this lady.
You'll just have to take it on faith that she is the most important thing in my life right now and you and your brother and everyone else around here may have to get used to that.
And you don't give a flying damn that she'd rather be in bed with somebody else.
Or do you? ( Phone Buzzing ) ( Buzzing Continues ) ( Sighs ) Hello? Michael? It's Miss Carrington.
I think I remember you now.
Miss who? It's Fallon.
( Glasses Clink ) ( Michael ) Come on in.
I'm not gonna bite you.
May I take your jacket? Your taxi's arrived, Miss Jennings.
Thank you.
Krystle.
Where are you going? I guess you thought that was a pretty cute thing to do.
I don't understand-- It hasn't been a perfect day, my dear.
I-- I've been run out of one country on a ridgepole.
My-My daughter thinks she's a born-again Lady Godiva.
So, please, forgive me.
Now,just what thing did you have in mind? Setting it up for Matthew Blaisdel and me to run into each other like that in your office.
- Oh, that.
- What was it, Blake, some sort of test? Krystle.
I don't suppose you'd believe me if I told you I didn't arrange that.
It was just a coincidence.
Was it also a coincidence that you didn't bother to tell me he was back in town? What did you suppose-- that I'd go flying off with him? Is that what you think of me? - Come inside.
We'll talk.
- No.
No, you talk too well, Blake.
You'd only convince me that I imagined the whole thing-- that nothing's changed and everything's exactly the way it was.
Well, isn't it? When will I see you? I don't know.
I've gotta get away somewhere where I can think.
Well, at least you can take your own car.
Now, this is a very impressive gesture but you don't have to go by public transportation, you know.
It's not my car.
Look at the registration.
It belongs to Denver Carrington just like everything else around here.
( Engine Starts ) Blake.
Our people in Amsterdam called.
Looks like your price on the tankers will be accepted.
Oh.
Then we've offered too much.
Withdraw the offer, drop it 1 0%, and resubmit it in two days.
All right.
Oh,Joseph, has Steven arrived? - (Joseph ) Yes, he has.
Do you wanna see him? - Yes.
( Blake ) No, I don't.
-Joseph? - Yes, sir? I'm going to get this family shaped up by the day I get married.
Yes, sir.
Irish whiskey, then? Make it three-- one for each headache.
Hi.
Can we meet? Do you love him? Yes, I do.
At least, I-- I thought I did.
After you left, I-- I told myself you were dead.
Some days, I wished you were.
I must've written you over a hundred letters.
Never even mailed you one.
Tell me, Matthew-- Did I just imagine what we had together, or was it just some dumb affair? You've got hold of something good.
Grab it around the middle and run with it, Krystle.
Don't ever look back.
But if I thought that we had a chance-- There is no chance.
Because of your situation? I understand that.
I-- I know divorce is out of the question.
- It's not that.
- Well, what is it, then? Is it that you don't care for me anymore? That's right.
I don't.
You say that pretty easily.
The truth isn't hard to say.
Just spit it out and kick sand over it.
I'm, uh, sorry.
I guess I shouldn't-- Could we go back now? Well, maybe we should look at this whole thing philosophically.
The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.
You don't seem so altogether heartbroken that Krystle's taken off.
Why doesn't he just go get her and bring her back if that's what he wants? Why don't you ask him? Because he won't talk to me.
Well, you're lucky.
He'd sell me into the harem of a sheikh for three barrels of crude and a box of cigars.
And I thought we were raised to believe that blood is thicker than money.
Come on, Fallon.
He'd stick his hand into an electric fan if you asked him to.
Even when Mother was here, he loved you better than anybody.
Well, that's what I mean.
He used to be a fair judge of women.
I think he's suffered irreversible brain damage from breathing too much dime-store perfume.
Don't you think that's being a little tough on Krystle? I mean, she's got some nice qualities.
So does a cocker spaniel but I wouldn't want my father to marry one.
- I think he could do better.
- So could you.
Oh? I mean, the chauffeur? Come on, Fallon.
You really need to rub Dad's nose in it, don't you? Certainly not.
I'm thinking of writing a book, that's all.
Handling the Servant Problem.
Are you gonna tell him? You know I wouldn't do that.
Besides, I'd have to send him a telegram.
Did Dad say anything to you? I-I mean, about me? Nothing that made any sense.
Why does he seem so angry at me? I don't know.
What have you done? ( Grunts ) That's not a workout, Matthew.
It's attempted murder.
Take a hike, Walter! - Who you tryin' to kill? - You, if you don't get out of here.
Is that any way to talk to your old friend? I mean, maybe it's Carrington, huh? ( Chuckles ) 'Cause of that little popsy? What was her name? Krystle? Well, that was for free, Matthew.
Because I love you like a son-- the son I never had.
And I'm gonna make you rich beyond your ability to count.
At least you could stand still and listen to what I got to say.
( Grunting ) ( Chuckles ) All right.
All righty.
There's one way to get you to listen, boy! - You're an old man, Walter.
- Oh.
Your brain's gone as soft as the rest of you, and I ain't in no mood to play.
Yeah? I'm gonna show you who's soft.
That head of yours has gone to jelly.
All because of that little chicken you lost.
Well, I'm gonna do you a favor and beat some pride back into you.
All right.
Good.
Because the only reason-- the only reason that you bothered to look me up at all is that you're in some kind of mess and you need me to help get you out of trouble.
Trouble? Oh! Who do you think taught you the oil business? Colorado School of Mines.
Oh, I'm not talking about that geological hogwash about rock formations and specific gravities-- how much of this displaces how much of that.
- No.
I'm talking about finding oil with your nose.
- Ohh! Now, that's what I mean.
How to get a whiff of it when she's down there 5,000 feet under the rocks.
And all them smart-aleck geophysicists--yeah-- with their magnetometers and their seismographs-- Well, they're punching dry holes in the ground a hundred miles down the road.
Ooh! Well, the last time that me and you went smelling for oil it cost me $30,000.
Plus, I just barely missed spending six months in jail for stock fraud.
Now, I'm gonna admit we had a little tough luck on that.
But that's what I'm trying to do now-- I'm trying to make it up to you! - Oh, well, don't bother.
- Ohh! - ( Groaning ) - Walter, you all right? - ( Groaning ) - Walter, you all right? - I'm all right.
- Listen, I didn't mean to.
I just had a lot on my mind.
I-- I-- I'm sorry.
That's okay.
Give me a hand up, boy.
- ( Groaning ) - Now, you lay there and you listen to me.
Now, I'm telling you, Matthew.
I've got the leases locked on 5,000 acres of ground that just reeks with high-gravity crude.
Good.
Then you get yourself a hammer and a long nail, and it should come squirtin' up out of the ground like champagne.
Yeah, it probably would, too, but - well, I got a couple of problems.
- ( Chuckling ) Yeah.
Like overthrust.
That's one.
Who's breathing down your neck, Walter? Who's waitin' to gobble up your leases when you don't come in on time? Do you think I'd buy up short leases? You'd not only buy up short leases, but you'd con anybody out of their money to get it.
My guess is your backers are about ready to sell you out for a dime on the dollar.
How long you got? About five weeks.
Who tendered the offer? Carrington.
Carrington.
Figures.
You know, it ain't gonna cost you a whole lot of time or money just to go out there and take a look at what I got.
( Walter) How many wells you suppose you've drilled for Carrington? Hundreds of'em, huh? Suppose he'll ever put your name on one? Like hell, he will.
You know what the next one's gonna be called? The Denver Carrington Number 3095 or some ridiculous figure like that.
Did you ever want to see your own name on a rig? Like the Lankershim-Blaisdel Number 1 ? Then you'd own something, boy.
You'd have something.
I mean, well, I'd-- I'd be willing to give up 30% just for what little bit of work you'd be doing.
- You'd give me 50.
- Fifty? If I were interested in your harebrained proposition, which I'm not I'd take 50% to come in, maybe 5 5 just to be safe.
What are you, some kind of pirate? Some kind of claim-jumper? I'm the one that's taking all the gamble.
Not this time, Walter.
Look, I've been out of the country almost two years.
I want to-- I want to try and put my life back together.
I'm gonna go pick up my daughter tomorrow.
All right.
All right.
Fifty percent.
Do you have any idea what it costs to keep my wife where she is? I know, Matthew.
But I'm not fooling you this time.
I really do need you.
I'm in real trouble.
Walter I got a steady job.
I need that paycheck every week.
I can't go out wildcatting with you this time even if I wanted to.
I just can't.
Well, aren't you gonna open it? You like it? Oh, I like it.
I really do.
Well, put it on.
Where are we going now? Oh, I thought, uh we'd go by and see Mom maybe go downtown, catch a movie.
Well, honey, you--you do want to see your mother, don't you? Well, sure, I do.
( Birds Chirping ) Well, aren't you coming? I know Mom sure would like to see you.
I don't want to go in there.
Lindsay, it's a-- it's a hospital.
It's a hospital for crazy people.
I don't want to go in there.
Come on, now.
You're old enough to understand we don't use words like ""crazy'' anymore.
Your mother, she had a-- she had a breakdown.
And she needed to be in a place like this for help.
And this is the best there is.
Hey.
Honey-- Look at me.
Come on, now.
Look at me.
That's why I was out of the country for a year and a half working-- to get the extra money to help pay for this place.
And it's the only thing in the world-- the only thing-- that could have kept me from you.
So, come on, now.
How about, uh-- How about going in there with Daddy? Daddy, please.
Don't make me go in there.
Okay.
I'll go in and see if Mom can come out and take a little ride with us.
Okay? Okay.
Where is she? Isn't she coming? She's gone.
You mean, she escaped? Lindsay, I keep telling you.
It isn't that kind of a place.
Doctors thought she was doing real well, so a month ago they, uh, they let her check herself out.
Well, didn't they tell you where she went? Sure did.
How's the coffee in this place? Hello, Matthew.
I must say--you don't seem very surprised to see me.
Always figured you'd be along one of these days.
- Lindsay? - Yes, ma'am? You've grown.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, come on.
Sit down.
I shouldn't.
I have a lot of orders coming up.
Oh, never mind the orders.
Come on.
Sit down.
Lindsay, slide over and make room for your mother.
It's okay, honey.
Come on.
Dr.
Jordan tells me you're doin' real well.
You look fine.
I'm an outpatient now.
I go up there three times a week to see him.
I think he's gonna take me off the medication before long.
That's terrific.
That's terrific.
Look, uh-- ( Clears Throat ) We can't talk here.
Why don't, uh-- Why don't you tell your boss you're leaving? We'll head on home, pick up a couple of steaks, fresh corn, couple of beers-- - I can't, Matthew.
- Why? I'm not ready.
I need more time.
I just can't go back there like nothing ever happened.
Maybe after a couple of more months on my own, working-- It's not only your decision to make, Claudia.
We need you, Lindsay and I.
Lindsay? Why don't you tell your mother how-- how you want her to come home with us? It's okay, honey.
- Lindsay-- - Matthew.
! Leave her alone, for God's sake.
What do you expect from her? She's got a right to be angry.
The last time she saw me, I was running down the street, screaming.
How would you feel if you saw your mother being dragged off in a straightjacket by three policemen, kicking and shrieking? I saw my wife dragged off.
Maybe you have a right to be angry too.
We need you, Claudia.
We're a family.
I need time.
May not be time.
Things are gonna happen very fast for Lindsay now.
There are gonna be changes.
Things a mother should be there to explain to her help her with.
Don't you see? I, uh-- I won't be able to do that for her.
Matthew, there isn't any guarantee that I'm going to make it.
There are never any guarantees in anything in life.
We just grab hands, face up to 'em.
Lindsay? I want you to tell me the truth.
Do you want me to come home with you now? Okay.
( Doorbell Buzzes ) ( Doorbell Buzzes ) I know I don't deserve to be forgiven-- Uh, uh, uh-- Not a word.
I plead guilty of all high crimes and misdemeanors of which I stand charged and I understand that my only real hope is for an executive pardon with loss of all rights and privileges.
- Blake, this is serious.
It's not just something-- - Uh, uh, uh-- I only want to ask one thing.
Can't we talk about it over dinner? Oh, by the way, I brought you something.
It was all they had left.
Some lovesick fool bought out the entire shop.
Blake.
Dinner? Dinner.
Now, what would you like to eat? Japanese? French? Mmm, nothing fancy.
And please, nothing expensive.
Whatever you like.
Maybe Chinese.
- Blake, I don't understand.
- Come on.
You'll see.
( Horn Honking ) Here you go.
Thank you very much.
Well, there it is.
Doesn't look like much, but believe me-- this place has got the best char shu bow in San Francisco.
And it's not very expensive.
We'll get out of this place for under 20 bucks.
Tax and tip included.
What if I'd said French? We would have had to refuel in New Jersey.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
How about a little brandy? - Mmm, no, thank you.
- What would you like? My job back.
You don't really want to be back where I found you-- typing drilling reports, feeding Xerox machines.
I don't see my friends much anymore, Blake.
They seem uncomfortable with me.
Oh, they'll get over that.
You've invited them to the wedding, haven't you? You want to call off the wedding? Is that what you want? Okay.
Let's do it this way.
Heads, we get married; tails, we don't.
- You're joking.
- Mm-mmm.
Now I want you more than anything that I've ever wanted.
But I'm a high roller.
I'm willing to leave it to fate if you are.
I don't believe you.
Now, if it's tails under there when we get down on the ground, we go our separate ways.
This is a decision that'll affect the rest of our lives.
You can't make it on the flip of a coin.
I don't need a quarter to tell me that I love you.
It's you.
Do you love me? I do.
Of course I do.
How much? A little? A lot? Forty percent? Sixty-five percent? More than a hurricane? Less than a squall? Blake, don't you see? It's not you.
It's-- It's just that I-- I can't get used to-- Go on.
It won't hurt you.
It's the money, isn't it? I was raised in a town that's smaller than your dining room.
When my father died, he didn't even leave us $200 to bury him.
Would it make you feel more comfortable if I divested myself of all my holdings if I gave away every penny I've got? - It wouldn't make any difference.
- You're right.
It wouldn't.
Because if I started from dead scratch tomorrow I'd have a million dollars by the end of the year and 1 0 million by the year after that.
And it's got nothing to do with what I am or who I am.
Do I really have to be poor to turn you on? That's not fair.
Tails.
Blake-- Two out of three? I love you.
I swear I do.
A hundred percent.
Prove it.
John, make a mental note.
I don't want this drooping.
I want it up, not down.
Up.
Thank you, Alice.
What are you doing? Absolutely lovely.
Baker! Baker.
! All right.
Turn it over.
( Man ) Joe, look out.
! Coming down.
Who's hurt? Get him to the hospital over in Meadsburg.
Hurry up.
Yes, sir.
Okay.
All right.
Let's go.
( Engine Starts ) Oh.
Thank you.
Uh, thank you.
I-I think I can finish now.
- ( Door Opens ) - ( Fallon ) I wouldn't send them away, Krystle.
I can tell you for a fact-- Every one of the women coming here today spent a week at Elizabeth Arden's to tune up for this affair.
So you might as well take all the help you can get.
You make it sound so competitive.
- It's not a contest, Fallon.
- No? ( Knocking ) Then why are they coming from five states around to get a look at the winner? Hi, Andy.
Come on in.
- You sure it's all right? - Yes.
The body work's been done.
Now they're just touching up on the paint.
Krystle, you remember Andrew Laird Daddy's consigliere.
Fallon, that's not very funny.
I'm sorry.
I thought that was Italian for ""attorney.
'' ( Wry Chuckle ) You look lovely.
- Very lovely.
- Thank you.
Miss Jennings, could I see you a moment privately? - I have some papers that need to be signed.
- Sure.
Ladies, would you all excuse us, please? - What papers? - Oh, nothing very important.
Just some technical documents required by the corporation.
He means a premarital property agreement.
I'm not sure I understand.
( Fallon ) Oh, it's not very complicated.
Sort of a rich man's divorce in advance.
Uh, Fallon, I don't think this is the proper occasion for your rather curious sense of humor.
Now, Miss Jennings, if you could sign right here at the bottom and then again here, too, please.
Well, don't you think I should read it first? Why, certainly, if you want to take the time.
But it's just a formality.
There's nothing very unusual in it.
( Fallon ) That's true.
Fact is, it reads a lot like the Bible.
You brought nothing into this world and it is certain you can carry nothing out.
Fallon, would you leave us, please? Is that a hint, Andy? Are you trying to get me to leave? Uh-huh.
Well you may as well sign it, babe.
The wedding's not gonna go on without it.
( Door Shuts ) Is that true? Well, I think it will be much less complicated for everyone if you were to just sign.
Mr.
Lankershim, we've got him comfortable now.
You can see him for a minute if you like.
( Woman Over Intercom ) Dr.
Rubin,you're wanted in surgery.
How bad is he busted up? Compound fracture of the right leg.
We're about to set that.
Some ribs may be broken, but we'll check that out too.
How long before he can get on his feet? I understand your urgency, Mr.
Lankershim and I realize you wildcatters need every man on your crew.
You've got the wrong idea, son.
It's his job to check that pin so accidents like this don't happen.
Now, I just want to know how long before I can break his other leg.
Walter I'm sorry.
I swear to you.
I checked that pin.
I checked it last night right after the shift.
It was okay.
Yeah, well-- Hey, don't worry about that now.
Fact, you don't worry about nothin'.
We're gonna look after your family for ya and keep you on the payroll till you're up and around again.
You can't do that.
You'd-- You're in enough trouble as it is.
You got Carrington on your back.
You can hardly meet your own payroll.
Well, you don't think about that now.
You just think about gettin' well here.
We called your wife.
She should be coming around any minute now.
Walter, can I see you a minute? Went up on the rig and brought the pin down.
Does that look worn to you or tampered with? ( Rigger ) Where you goin'? To see Blake Carrington about an accident that wasn't an accident.
Mr.
Carrington, your father would like to see you.
He's in the library.
Thank you,Joseph.
I'm sorry.
I thought you wanted to see me.
Yes, I do.
Well, I'll leave you two to talk.
- Would you care for a drink, Steven? - Uh, no, thank you.
Well, then, let me get right to the point.
You've been out of school two years.
You have a degree which, uh-- which wouldn't get you a job spraying vegetables in a supermarket-- I've changed my mind.
I think I will.
You've lived in New York.
You've tried to find yourself.
Well, Son, the search is at an end.
Really? And what have I decided? I've decided that you've been living off this company long enough.
It's time you started putting something back in.
So take a little vacation.
Rest up from your resting.
Gather your strength.
Becausejust as soon as I get back from my honeymoon you'll report to work.
I see.
And what career have I picked out for myself? You have three choices: You can start in the refinery; you can learn plant supervision; or you can try public relations.
- Public relations? - Mm-hmm.
Do you really want me to tell the public what I think about your business? It's nice to know that you think anything about anything, Steven.
I wasn't aware that you did.
How would you know anything about what I do or what I don't do? From the time Mother left, I'm not sure you'd have known who I was if I didn't come into the house wearing a name tag.
Yeah, about my business-- You had a comment to make? Maybe, but today's no day to get into all that.
On the contrary.
Today's the day to settle all accounts.
Go on.
Spit it out.
Okay.
I think you sold this country out.
That's what I think.
You and Colby and all the rest of you.
Don't stop there.
Go on.
Go on.
Get it all out.
You didn't develop this country's energy resources when you had the chance to.
No, you developed the Arabian fields instead because it was cheaper.
You made billionaires out of the oil sheikhs.
Except now the Arabian fields are up for grabs to any army that has nerve to march in.
And your father is personally responsible for World War III.
Steven, I've heard this garbage from people I almost respect.
Do you really suppose I'm gonna take it from you? No.
Maybe you just don't have an answer.
And what's your answer? To sit in this house, surrounded by things that you have not earned with hands as soft as a baby's bottom talking about building windmills and converting cornflakes into gasohol? The most work you've ever done in your life is to sign your name to a credit card charge.
Okay, I may not work but at least I don't steal, and I don't rob from the people of this country by artifiicially pushing up the price of gasoline-- I don't do that.
Now, that is an allegation that has never been proven by anybody.
TheJustice Department says it's not true.
The Department of Energy says it's not true.
- But my son still believes it.
- Yes, I do.
Well, how the hell can anybody respect the opinion of a man who'd put his hands on another man? I didn't mean for it to come out that way.
Didn't mean for it to come out at all.
I'd hoped that you would come home and go to work and that everything would just go away.
How'd you find out? ( Clears Throat ) I mean, did you use detectives? I-- I just found out, that's all.
You know, I wanted to tell you myself.
( Clears Throat ) I mean, in my own way.
But I-I-I-- I just couldn't seem to get next to you.
Dad, look at me.
Steven-- Steven, I'm about as Freudian as you could hope for in a capitalist exploiter of the working classes.
And when I'm not busy grinding the faces of the poor I even read a little.
I understand about sublimation.
I-- I understand how you could try to hide sexual dysfunction behind hostility toward a father.
I, uh-- I even prepared to say that I could find a little homosexual experimentation acceptable just as long as you didn't bring it home with you.
It's-- Don't you see, Son? I'm offering you a chance to straighten yourself out.
Straighten myself out? I'm not sure I know what that means.
I'm not sure I could if I wanted to and I'm not sure I want to.
Of course.
I forgot.
The American Psychiatric Association has decided that it's no longer a disease.
That's too bad.
I could have endowed a foundation-- the Steven Carrington Institute for the Treatment and Study of Faggotry.
Now, if you'll excuse me I've got to go get married.