Dynasty s02e04 Episode Script

I was hoping that you wouldn't catch me with the flowers.
I was just watching you swim.
You've certainly kept yourself in terrific shape.
Thank you.
There's a chill in the air this morning.
Don't you feel it? No, no, no.
I feel fine.
I had Tony cut these for me for a still life that I'm planning to paint.
No need to apologize.
No need to lie either, Alexis.
- Lie? - Tony has the day off.
Paul is handling the gardens.
Oh, Blake.
In the good times, and there were a lot of good times, you used to forgive me my fibs.
I mean, my little fibs.
Do you remember our honeymoon in Corfu? No.
Oh, Blake, of course, you do.
Okay.
You won a big round.
But knowing you, Alexis, you want the whole winner's purse.
Now what is it? It's Steven.
I want you to make up with him, Blake.
Why? Well, for one thing, he's your only child.
- And for another-- - All right, now stop it right here.
I'm not gonna stand here and listen to that damned lie about Fallon.
- She's not your daughter, Blake.
- She is my daughter.
You still choose to believe that.
To deny yourself the truth.
But if you remembered Corfu, then you must remember that night, in the studio, when I told you-- When you thought you had a weapon to hit me with, because I told you to get out, and stay out.
And what better weapon than the daughter I love more than my own life? And you think I'm out of weapons now.
I know it.
And you know it.
- Do l? - Yes.
So why don't you take my offer for that studio, and pack up again and get out and stay out.
You.
Come on.
It's Saturday.
Up and let's go.
- Go? Where? - House.
What house? Well, the one you promised we'd look for today.
Our house.
How can you look so bright-eyed with a hangover? Well, maybe because I don't have one.
You obviously do.
And should.
You drank that whole bottle.
- Vintage '76.
- Oh, I feel 76.
Well you still only look 65.
Come on, let's go.
Jeff, I didn't promise anything.
You must be talking about some other wife.
Well, I only have one.
She's the one I want.
Sorry I can't be more poetic the morning after.
You mean the dawn's early light after.
You know, we've got quite a few places to look at.
There's that English whatever, in Brisas.
Brisas! Do you know how hot that place gets in summer? Who needs hell? Well, then, how about that townhouse on East 5th? Oh I hate that neighborhood.
Jeff, it's so dreary.
You'll brighten it.
You know what goes with dreary? Roaches.
Big ones.
All right.
We've got a list of eight others.
We're gonna start a family.
A family needs its own house.
It needs a-- Hello? Yeah, yeah, hi.
Sure.
Steven.
- Steven? - Morning, Fallon.
- Did I wake you? - No.
No.
It's okay.
Listen, I was out jogging this morning, and I just kept thinking about you.
I wonder if you could stop by the apartment sometime today.
I'd really like to talk.
Of course I would.
I want to.
I'll be home all day, I mean, there's no rush.
- Okay? - Okay.
Bye.
What's up? Steven wants to talk to me, right away.
I don't get it.
The last time I saw you in court, you practically tore my head off.
Where did this great change of heart come from? Let's just say I thought about it, and I've got no right to tell you how to feel about our mother.
You were pretty heavy on her side.
What happened? You're my sister, that's what happened.
And I don't like how it is between you and me.
So, what do you say we call a truce? Well, don't just stand there, do something.
Brotherly.
- How's that? - Okay.
Oh, Steven, I've missed you.
Daddy misses you too.
Why don't you make up with him, too? Look just one time put yourself in his place.
You're a father.
You walk into your son's room, you see him standing there practically kissing another man.
- That's not what was happening.
- Okay, okay.
But how did you expect him to react to what he saw? Be honest.
How would you react if it was your son? You know he loves you, give him a chance.
Fallon, I don't know if I can.
You've got to.
Look.
Maybe we were short-changed with our mother, but we struck it rich with Blake.
And I don't mean the money.
We've got the most wonderful father, Steven, won't you please try for me.
Let's talk about you and me for a minute.
No matter what anyone ever says, Fallon, or what you may hear, Fallon, I am your brother.
And we still have each other and we always will.
All right? - Are you trying to tell me something? - Just about what I said.
About us.
You didn't call me over here just to make up.
There's something else.
What are you hiding? Is there something I should know? - Is it about Blake? - No, it's not about Blake.
Look, I just want you to know I love you.
And that you've always got me.
That's all.
Okay? - Morning.
- Morning.
Are you all right? No, not totally.
So move over.
What's your problem? Earth-shattering.
What's yours? Well, trying to find a house that'll please my wife.
Find a house? Would you like some coffee, Mrs.
Carrington? No, thank you, Jeanette.
- I would like a glass of milk, though.
- Of course.
Jeff.
I hope that you and Fallon aren't feeling pressured about buying a house because of me.
Why you, Krystle? Well, I mean the baby.
I mean, there's certainly plenty of time before it happens, and Lord knows, we have many rooms in this house.
I didn't know you were pregnant.
Well, we haven't made a formal announcement, but I told Fallon days ago.
I assumed she told you.
No, no.
She didn't.
- Good morning, darling.
- Congratulations, Blake.
Krystle just told me about the baby.
I think it's wonderful.
Oh, thank you.
It is wonderful.
I'd have done this sooner, but you know how it is.
Sons-in-laws are always the last to know.
Well, I've got some things to do.
See you both later.
- Right.
- Good morning, Mr.
Carrington.
- Good morning, Jeanette.
- Thank you, Jeanette.
Krystle? Something the matter? Well, as long as you asked.
I wanted to take some flowers up to Claudia's room.
So I went down to the garden to ask Paul to cut some roses for me.
Only Alexis had gotten there first and taken them.
That's what's the matter.
Well, don't let her get to you.
She'll be out of both our ways.
Soon.
I hope so.
- Good morning, Mr.
Carrington.
- Joseph.
- Los Angeles calling.
-Oh, thank you.
Hello? Oh, yes, Tom.
Now wait a minute.
Say that again.
No, no, no, don't do anything until you hear from me.
Right.
Joseph.
Get the car.
I'm going to be driving to the airport.
- I'll tell Alfred.
- Bad news? A little business thing that I have to attend to.
Look, order a dozen-- No, order a couple of dozen roses from Jurgen's.
And forget about Alexis.
She's not important.
Jeanette.
Yes, Mrs.
Carrington? Who is mistress of this house? Why, you are, ma'am.
Thank you, Jeanette.
Cecil Colby, please.
Oh, I see.
When is he expected? No, no, no, that's all right.
No message.
I'll call back later.
It's open.
Krystle, what an unexpected pleasure.
I have a guest in my house who's ill.
So I thought I'd put some roses in her room.
Only I found out that you ordered my gardener to cut the last of them for you.
Well, the petals are so delicate.
I-- I thought they'd make rather a good painting, don't you think? What I think, is that you're never to do that again.
It's not just the roses.
The point is you're not a house guest or any other kind of a guest here.
Oh, I know, you hold the deed to this studio.
But that's the limit of your premises.
If you need flowers to paint, buy them.
You're right, Krystle, of course.
They're yours.
And suddenly l feel absolutely ridiculous.
Here I am looking for something beautiful to paint and there you are, my next door neighbor, more lovely than any flower.
I'm not looking for phony compliments, Alexis.
Krystle, I'd love to do a portrait of you.
It would only take a couple of hours.
Would you sit for me? No, I wouldn't.
We could give it to Blake as a joint present for his birthday.
Can't you imagine his face when he unwraps it? I don't think I've ever met anyone with your nerve.
You're incredible.
Blake.
Can I give you a lift, Cecil? Thanks very much, but my car is here.
How was Los Angeles? Exceptionally pleasant for this time of year.
Good.
It was a little less than pleasant here at my trial.
But with certain old friends, who needs enemies? Alexis.
I read her testimony in the papers.
I also saw her photograph.
She's still very beautiful, isn't she? And obviously still just as headstrong.
Well, the trial is over.
I can live with her duplicity.
It's the duplicity of a good friend that has me really worried.
You, Cecil.
What's your point? The day that you left here for Los Angeles, you and I had a locked-in agreement to be partners in that off-shore venture.
Except this morning I got a phone call from Los Angeles saying that you had set the deal, and that I was out.
I want an explanation.
I tried my best, Blake.
I fought for you all the way.
But unfortunately for you, they follow the stock market on the West Coast, too.
Stocks that go down can go back up, you know.
Only in your case, they didn't believe it.
- Ever since that verdict-- - Come on now, Cecil.
You're powerfully convincing when it's in your own interest.
Now couldn't you have used a little of that talent for me? I tried.
Believe me.
But how do I convince people that a verdict of guilty, is anything but that? The same way you get everything else you want from people.
By convincing them that your point of view is more profitable than theirs.
I did my best for my friend.
You did your best for yourself.
- These are really so lovely.
- Yes, they are.
I think that's fine.
Thank you, Jeanette.
Oh, roses.
You shouldn't have.
I didn't.
- How are you today, Mrs.
Carrington? - Fine, how are you? - Fine.
Mrs.
Blaisdel among you? - Yeah.
That console back there.
Venetian, seventeenth century.
Really? Probably designed by Alfredo Salviano del Pesto.
- I'm impressed.
- Well, you should be.
If you're wondering about my clothes, it's my day off.
Except for my visit with Mrs.
Blaisdel.
You are wondering.
No, it's just that I would like your professional opinion about something.
That's nice.
I'm very opinionated.
It's about Claudia.
Oh? What about her? Well, I've checked up on her a few times but she's been asleep.
Now she's awake.
Would it be all right if I visit with her? Well, that depends on what the visit's about.
Well, I'd just like to make her feel welcome in our home and to let her know she can stay as long as she wants.
Well, as my grandfather once put it: Excuse me.
The only feeling warmer than friendship is an old love.
Hello, Claudia.
Toscanni here.
All right, ignore me.
I happen to be a sensitive person, too, but what the hell do you care? Look, don't make me the enemy.
If you're determined to kill yourself, you'll do it.
I could post a 24-hour guard, you'd probably fake him out, too.
Now that we've got that settled, how are you feeling? I've been doing what you said.
Trying to sort things out.
Trying to see how I feel.
I've beenputting it in perspective.
It doesn't help much.
Maybe yes, maybe no.
It's gonna take a lot of time.
Try to believeyou've got me as a friend now.
And I'm also great at cuts and bruises.
I never throw in the towel for anyone.
That's wonderful.
Oh, that's absolutely wonderful.
I've got a shrink to cheer me on.
Where? Where am I going? How is that going to help me get my daughter back? How is that going to help me to get my husband to love me again? Do you have any good answers for me, doctor? The answers are gonna have to come from you, Claudia.
All I have are questions.
Like am I ever going to see Lindsay again? Or Matthew? Not that I should.
Not after the way I hurt him with Steven.
You love your husband? Yes.
Of course.
And what about your feelings for Steven? During our time together? Come on, let it out.
Say it.
Say what? What you're thinking, what you're feeling right now.
I loved him.
Do you still love him? A part of me always will.
You find that strange? - Yes, I do.
- It's not strange.
It's human.
It's very human.
I mean, society may not be able to accept it right now, openly.
But what the hell is so terrible? In a world filled with people who are hungry for love, what's so terrible that a woman could love two men? Cecil Colby.
You are as handsome as ever.
And you, my dear, are as ravishing as ever.
Thank you.
No kiss for an old friend? - Would you like some wine? - No, thank you.
Why the urgent call to see you again? Well, I just had a strong desire for us to get together.
Alexis, it's 1 6 years since we last met.
Longer than that since you and I felt anything strong for each other.
Don't you believe in burning embers? Don't con a con artist, darling.
Now, why did you want this meeting? I'm very concerned about the breach between Blake and Steven.
Did you know that Blake has cut Steven out of his will? No, I didn't.
What can I do about it? Make him change his mind.
Blake Carrington is his own man.
I'm sorry.
I need your help, Cecil.
I said, I'm sorry.
When Blake makes up his mind, nobody changes it.
Well.
I think that you're going to try.
I am? Why? Because I don't think that you would want me to tell Blake about our affair.
Particularly since I was married to him at the time.
Come on, Alexis! That affair was practically a one-night stand.
Oh, how gallant! Well, maybe to you.
But to me it made a more lasting impression.
Namely, nine months of pregnancy.
What the hell are you talking about? Fallon.
Don't force me to tell Blake that you're his darling daughter's real father.
One night she and I nearly went to bed together.
How deliciously May-December.
I can't believe this.
Believe it.
As I recall, there were other members of our little group that you were in the habit of dallying with.
I wasn't the only one.
Well, you made such an impression, that it's blurred all the others.
Well.
If you're not going to help me, I see I have no alternative.
You're going to Blake and tell him this? Come with me if you like.
It's one of your better ones, Alexis.
You haven't lost your touch.
But sorry, no cigar.
Now you listen to me, try to understand.
The relationship between Blake and me has been based mainly on business.
Business.
And if I ever intend to hurt him, it won't be on a private basis.
So let's keep our private lives out of this.
Do you understand? Maybe I understand.
Maybe I don't.
My main concern now is my son.
All right, I like Steven.
I always have.
I'll talk to him.
As an old friend of the family? - As that.
- Thank you, Cecil.
You are an old friend, a very special old friend.
Come in.
Am I intruding? I would have visited sooner, but I felt a little awkward about it.
That day at the art gallery.
Maybe if I had been more honest about Matthew and myself things might have turned out differently.
Maybe.
In spite of everything, I hope you believe I never meant to hurt you.
I'm deeply sorry for what happened.
And if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I'd like very much to be your friend.
Friends? Is it so impossible? Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow? Go into town.
French, ltalian, Mexican, anything you like.
All right? You've heard from him, haven't you? You'd be the first one Matthew would call.
No, I haven't.
Oh, please.
Please, just tell me where he's taken Lindsay.
Just tell me that.
Claudia, I have no idea where they are.
And if I did, I wouldn't keep it from you.
Believe me.
Believe you? Look, you and me, we did the same thing, right? We did the same thing.
We had an affair.
You've still got everything.
I've got nothing.
Nothing.
I don't have my husband, I don't have my daughter, I've got me.
Look at me.
It isn't very much, is it? Is it? Your father's a very proud man, Steven.
I'm not surprised.
You shouldn't be.
Alexis and I had a lengthy talk.
She's concerned about you.
I am too.
Something's got to be done to mend this split between you and Blake.
Really, Cecil? Why? Come on, tell me why.
Let's talk practically, shall we? With you disinherited by Blake, everything goes to whom? - To your sister.
- That's right.
And my father's money goes to my sister, Fallon.
Blake's daughter, Fallon.
And to Jeff, who will then help me to merge Denver-Carrington with Colbyco.
And I end up even richer than I already am.
Cecil, why is maybe the richest man in the country telling me all this? Because, and only because, I'm Blake's good friend and I'm concerned about what happens to him, and his family.
As I said, he's a proud man, Steven.
Much too proud to let you see how wracked with guilt he is over what happened to Ted Dinard, and what might happen to you if you're left without a cent.
You know something Cecil? You may care, my mother may care.
But Blake Carrington, he doesn't care.
Not about me.
You see, I'm his big disappointment.
You're wrong, Steven.
No matter what the differences are between you now, you're still Blake's blood.
That can never change.
Ever.
- Mr.
Colby? - Yeah.
Your chauffeur asked me to remind you that you that you have an appointment at the Randolphs'.
Oh, yes, Edward, thanks.
Well, I'm glad we talked, Steven.
Fallon.
What if? What's gonna happen if she ever finds out? Damn it.
Hey, loosen up.
The idea is to meet the ball, not behead it.
Why didn't you tell me Krystle's pregnant? - Who did tell you? - Krystle.
You know, it's funny how the same idea just hopped into your head.
Why? Was it to get closer to Blake by giving him a grandchild? Maybe you can arrange to have it premature and beat Krystle to the punch.
Jeff, if that's what you think, I mean, that's ridiculous.
If that's what you really think, maybe having a baby with me is a mistake.
Maybe it is.
On the other hand, think what a beautiful kid we'd make.
That face.
Yeah.
- Dr.
Toscanni.
It's Krystle Carrington.
- Hello.
I wanted to talk to you about-- Are you busy? Very busy.
I'm working on my car.
Then I won't bother you.
I'll call you later.
Later may be worse.
What is it? I talked to Claudia a while ago and she got upset, very upset.
I'm worried about what she might do.
Just a moment.
I can't talk right now.
Do you think you could come by here, maybe later on this afternoon? Mrs.
Carrington, my car's got no oil, no spark plugs.
I'm not going anywhere right now.
Why can't we talk about this on the phone? I don't want anyone to hear.
Well, then you're gonna have to come on out here.
The address is 1 266 Evergreen Lane.
You got it? - Yes, but-- - I'll see you then.
I'm worried about what Claudia might do.
- This thing with her husband - Matthew.
Matthew.
What do you think? About Claudia Blaisdel? That's privileged information, Krystle.
Hippocratic oath.
Doctors don't discuss patients.
But tell me what you can about Claudia's husband, Matthew.
- You knew him.
- Yes.
Well, what can you tell me about him? Well, he's a decent guy, basically.
How so? Well he's a loving husband, father.
Hard-working, generous.
When Claudia was in the sanitarium, he worked his heart out to pay for her.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh, no thank you.
I'm not drinking anything these days.
Oh, try one of these.
It's where the vino begins and it's great for the digestion.
You were telling me about Matthew.
I think I've already said it.
I thought you knew him better than that.
- Meaning? - Just what I said.
Matthew had an affair with a woman while Claudia was in the sanitarium.
- She knows who it is.
- lnteresting.
Do you know who? Yes.
It was me.
Or is it l? I.
Well, that fit in with what you've been thinking? I sensed it this morning.
I saw you trying to avoid walking on eggshells.
What did you expect, for me to blurt it out at the front door? Look.
It happened.
It's nothing I'm ashamed of.
Krystle, ashamed of, not ashamed of.
I'm not sitting here to judge you, professionally or personally.
The guy was human and you're very, very beautiful.
There's something about you that makes me feel Frightened? Uneasy.
I've been known to have that effect on certain women at certain times.
Who are you really? What do you want me to do? Give you a whole background about the ltalian from the Lower East Side who made it through med school, to the total amazement of a lot of Lower East Side residents, including a couple of cops in the neighborhood? I'm me, Krystle.
Or is it l? Oh, it's late.
I didn't realize the time.
- Hey, easy.
You okay? - It's all right, I'm just dizzy.
- I'm driving you home.
- No, I'm fine.
Forget it.
We'll take your car.
I'm driving you home.
I'd offer you one, Steven, but I get the distinct impression that you've had enough.
No chip off the old block, am l? As I remember, you're not particularly fond of this old block.
Wasn't it you who said, "With a father like you, I'd rather be an orphan"? I said that? Oh, yeah.
I think that does have a familiar ring to it.
Well, then, what brings you back here? Well, see Blood is thicker than water.
I guess.
Mine, Fallon's.
Anyway, you forgave me.
So I forgive you.
And what has brought about this change? Well there's a couple of reasons.
Mostly I was talking to Fallon this morning.
And then later to Cecil.
You talked to Cecil about us, about you and me? Yes.
I did.
Why the hell is he involving himself in my personal affairs? I don't know.
When I call him and we met, he told me it was a favor to Alexis.
- Why? Does that bother you? - Yes, it does bother me.
Very much.
Why? Because she has no right to meddle in this either.
Come on.
She's my mother.
Give her a break.
Like the one that she gave me in court? You're lucky she didn't spill out all the truth.
What are you talking about? Your blackmail.
Come on.
She told me how you threatened to pin the Roger Grimes attack on her.
Even then, you were using people, weren't you? Lying, and cheating, and crushing anybody who stood up against you.
Now, Steven-- Forget it.
Forget this whole dumb thing.
Okay.
I hate this room, this miserable house.
The only person I care about in it is your daught-- My sister, Fallon.
By the way, how does Blake feel about becoming a father again? How do you know I'm pregnant? Psychiatrists are M.
D.
s, we spot the symptoms.
And you've got them all, Mrs.
Carrington.
- I'd better see what's wrong.
- No.
You stay here.
Oh, my God, it's Steven.
Support his head.
Call the paramedics.
I should have stopped him.
He'd been drinking, and I just let him go.
Steven.
Steven, it's mummy.
- I'm sorry-- - Steven, I know you can hear me.
Open your eyes, Steven, please.
- I'm sorry.
You'll have to wait outside.
- Open your eyes, Steven.
I just got here.
I've got to stay with him.
I'm sorry, you'll have to wait.
Doctor, how serious is it? Could there be any brain damage? There's always that possibility.
- How real a possibility? - Very real.
Outside.
Please.
If-- Oh, God, Blake.
What have we done to our son?