Dynasty s02e09 Episode Script

That's right.
Denver, Colorado.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Good morning, Joseph.
Mr.
Carrington's calling you from Europe.
Would you like me to have Jeanette bring out a fresh pot of coffee? - No, thank you.
- Are you sure? There's a chill in the air and you've been out here a while.
I'm fine.
Hello, Blake.
Hello, darling, how are you? Everything all right? Yes.
Did I wake you up? No.
I got up early this morning.
Where are you calling from? Paris.
My plane for Rome leaves in an hour.
What time is it there? Well, there's an eight-hour time difference.
It's 4:30 here.
Krystle, I just wanted to call you to tell you I love you and that I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to snap at you the way I did before I left.
But this thing that's come up, well, it's absolutely vital to the future of Denver-Carrington.
But believe me when I tell you that it's not more important than you are to me.
Sure.
I understand.
Well, good luck with whatever.
Did you--? Did you see Dr.
Toscanni, yet? Is that why you called? No, no, of course not.
I just want you to get some help just as soon as possible.
Will you call him today? Will you do that for me? Blake, I've been upset.
I lost a child, but I haven't lost my mind.
Don't you understand that? Yes.
Yes, I do, but I want you back the way you were, before all this happened.
And you think that Dr.
Toscanni will listen to whatever it is a psychiatrist listens to and say a magic word and make it all better, is that it? All right, I'll call him.
Good.
Well, darling, I'll-- I'll phone you from Rome.
I love you.
Goodbye.
Who is it? Hi.
How did you know I was coming? Look, if it's inconvenient, I mean, if you're booked up there, I can wait until you finish getting dressed.
Then what? You gonna offer me a lift to my office? Thank you, but I don't need one.
I need you, Nick.
Your advice.
I need you to help me solve my problem.
Fallon, I don't solve problems.
I try to help people solve their own.
- Not this one.
- I have to get to work.
It's an emergency.
I thought shrinks were like firemen.
They always answer an alarm.
I'm a doctor.
I answer phones.
Phone me later, okay? Nick, please.
All right, Fallon, what's the emergency? It's Jeff.
He found out.
That I'm pregnant.
So, what's the big deal? Husbands usually find out about that thing sooner or later.
He knows that I'm booked at Blandon Clinic for an abortion and he'll do anything to stop me.
What do you expect me to do about it? Give me a referral to a doctor in New York where he won't be able to find me.
What's wrong with that? Fallon, your husband just might have some legitimate interest in not having someone destroy his potential child.
I mean, you can understand that, can't you? As a wife, as a woman, as a human being.
Nick, if it were your baby, I would wanna have it.
Why? Do you think I'd win the Daddy of the Year Award? As an expression of the way I feel about you.
That could be a very permanent expression for a very temporary feeling.
Temporary? Look, I know you're trying not to encourage me while I'm another man's wife, but when I'm not with Jeff-- Talk to me, then.
I said it, I have to leave.
I wanna talk to you now.
Dr.
Toscanni's exchange.
May I speak to him, please? I'm sorry, the doctor's unavailable at the moment.
May I take a message? Well, tell him Mrs.
Carrington called.
I'll call back.
- Was that the phone? - Yes.
- Then you answered it? - Yes.
I see.
Well, who was it? Take a guess.
Pick a blond, a very special blond.
What the hell are you talking about, Fallon? That was my father's wife.
She couldn't even wait until his plane landed in Rome.
What did she want? Take another guess.
You know what you need around here, doctor, is a revolving door for the Carrington women alone.
Or better yet, why don't you just move in with us? You could schedule us around the clock.
Mrs.
Carrington is a patient of mine.
- Is she really? - Yes.
And you're not entitled to know even that much.
Now, get the hell out of here, Fallon.
And don't you ever pull that jealousy bit with me again.
Your father's lived with it since he married Krystle, that's his problem.
But I don't have to take it from you.
Especially not from you.
Is that clear? George, what my friend wants to know is, what rights, under the law, does a husband have to stop his wife from having an abortion? Jeff, that's way out of my line.
I know.
But could you check it out? I guess.
Sure.
How soon would your friend need this information? It's pretty urgent.
- I'll get back to you.
- Thanks, George.
Not as hot a route as corporate taxes, but I can use the change of pace.
Keep the excitement down.
- Thanks.
- You bet.
- Hello, Blake.
- Alexis.
- Did you have a good flight? - Fine.
Well, you're looking terribly handsome.
Actually, I haven't had time to freshen up yet.
I just checked in at my hotel and came right over.
Well, some champagne will freshen you up-- No, no, thank you, not for me.
Oh, all right.
Well, why don't you sit down? I've ordered some food.
You'd like something to eat, wouldn't you? Oh, is your friend joining us for supper? Rashid? No, not actually.
He suddenly had to fly back for a very important final meeting with his head of state, General Something-or-Other.
Fly back, where? Back to his own country.
I thought you said that this deal was set.
Darling, the deal is set.
But you know how touchy these Middle Eastern countries can be.
You don't just slap a vulgar bundle of cash on the table and say the deal is set.
It's not Abscam revisited.
And what is the correct way to pay off a bagman? Tomorrow we're going to meet at Rashid's villa.
It's about an hour's drive from Rome.
He'll send his car for us.
It's all very hush-hush.
Oh, maybe he'd like us to parachute in on a foggy night.
Darling, I wish you'd stop being so irritable.
This is a very delicate situation.
Now, tomorrow your precious tankers can all be back in your stable, providing that not one word of this leaks out to anybody.
Not your company.
Not Andrew Laird.
Not even your lovely wife number two.
I'd like to remind you that Krystle is number one.
How could I forget? And I've told her that I would be back home by tomorrow night.
I intend to be there then.
Listen, Blake, those great big ugly tankers full of foul-smelling oil represent a significant part of your wealth on earth, if not in heaven.
Do you really think that any of your family, including your beloved Krystle, would want you to throw all of that away because of some slight delay? Would you like to have some of that champagne now? What's going on here? Oh, Steven, I wanted to surprise you.
I mean, when I get it all put back together again.
Like Humpty Dumpty.
Are you sure you know how? Well, come back in two hours and see.
Well, where did you get all the money for this stuff? I charged it in your name.
The man said it was okay.
You're not mad at me, are you? No.
But why? Well, I'm souping it up, for your rematch against Buddy.
What--? What rematch? Well, I called Buddy.
You're gonna race Monday afternoon.
Well, what makes you think that I can take him this time? Because the last time at the track, they set you up.
And then, they called you a turkey.
Now we get even.
- How? - Well, it's just you and Buddy.
A road race on Coal Creek Canyon.
And with what I'm doing to this car, you can't lose.
Yeah? What did you do? Stiffened the suspension, changed carburetion jetting, put in hotter plugs and reset the distributor dwell.
I'm impressed.
How impressed? - Blake? - No, thank you.
You're not hungry.
You're not thirsty.
What are you? Not that either.
And here I bathed myself, practically drowned, in Bal A Versailles.
You know, there's something a little too easy about this whole thing.
For months now, I've been trying, through the State Department, to pry our tankers loose from His Excellency.
All I've succeeded in doing is getting some lumps on the head from running into stone walls.
Suddenly, my ex-wife, of all people, comes up with the magic key.
Now, is that pure coincidence? How about impure coincidence? Just what is your connection with Rashid Ahmed? What connection is there ever between powerful, attractive men and lonely, divorced women? Come on now, you can do better than that.
Well, a few years ago in Capri, Rashid and I were what the gossip columnists were calling an item.
In the end, like all naughty little Arab boys, he had to run back home to daddy, but he still owed me a favor.
So when I heard you talking to Andrew about your frozen oil and I heard that Rashid was in Rome, as a friend to both parties, there was only one thing that I could do.
I rushed right over and called in my marker.
And is that all there is to this? Blake, you don't think that I'm in some sort of conspiracy with him against you.
I think you have strong loyalties.
It's just that I'm not always sure to whom.
To myself and to my children.
Besides, even if I did still hate you, which I don't, you don't think I'd do anything to hurt Steven, do you? What about Fallon? Yes, her too.
I wish I could believe that.
Look, if you don't believe it, why don't you just pack up your suspicions and fly on back to Denver? I'll see you tomorrow.
To tomorrow.
Good morning, Aunt Krystle.
I hope you don't mind me being here.
Of course not.
I borrowed your negligee again.
Well, you can borrow it seven days a week if you'd like.
Like my hair this way? Does it make me look a little older? Well, you look pretty.
Sammy Jo, I got a letter from your father.
What does he want? He told me he'd said goodbye to you and wasn't coming back.
Why didn't you tell me? Because I knew how wiped out you'd been from losing the baby.
You didn't need another problem.
Problem? You're family.
I love you.
I always will.
Aunt Krystle, what am I gonna do now? I don't know anything.
Maybe we can send you to a school and you can train for a job.
Maybe a secretarial job.
A secretary? There's nothing wrong with being a secretary.
I was.
That's right.
I'd forgotten.
Aunt Krystle, I'll think about it.
And we can talk again.
Okay? - Okay.
See you at lunch.
- Okay.
"Nothing wrong with being a secretary.
That's how every girl gets a rich husband and lives in a big house.
" Bull.
What do you want me to say? The abortion's your decision.
Yeah, and mine alone.
Jeff hasn't even talked to me in five days.
Is that good or bad? I can't tell with you.
This morning when he left for work, he was just staring at me Iike I was some kind of a monster.
Am I a monster, Steven? No, you're not a monster, you're just in a tough spot.
I mean, no matter which way you go, somebody gets hurt.
But I can see Jeff's side of it too.
That's all he can see is his side.
Not what it's doing to me.
Forcing me to be a mother when I don't even know how to be a wife.
Well, what do I know about mothering? I sure never had one to learn from.
Jeff said something to me the other day about another guy.
There isn't another guy, Steven.
- There isn't.
- Okay.
Oh, God, what am I gonna tell Daddy? He knows I was trying to get pregnant.
He wanted to have a grandchild so much.
Fallon, whatever you decide, don't do it for Dad.
Where you're concerned, he doesn't count.
Doesn't count? Steven, this is the second time I'm getting these vibes from you about me and him.
What are you trying to tell me? Is there something I should know about Daddy? Or about me? It just kills me to see you so damned unhappy.
All right.
I know when you clam up, earthquakes won't loosen your tongue.
Sorry if I busted in on you.
Hey, what are you doing home anyway? Did you quit the refinery again? I took a day off.
I'm allowed.
My dad owns the company.
You mean to tell me, you took all this time to find out that a man whose wife wants an abortion has no legal rights at all? Oh, he could try to fight it, but I assure you, Jeff, it'd be uphill all the way.
Legally.
That's the only kind of advice Denver Carrington pays me to give.
Legal advice.
I'm sorry.
Thanks, George.
Tell your friend, I hope things work out all right for him.
Bye.
Yes.
Got some papers for you to initial, Jeff.
Oh, come on in, Claudia.
- Right there.
- Okay.
- Claudia.
- Yeah? I need a woman's angle.
- Would you sit down a minute? - Sure.
This friend of mine dumped this on me and I don't know quite what to tell him.
About what? Well, speaking as a mother, is it possible to be a normal, healthy woman and be pregnant and not want the child? Well I suppose if the woman has real fears, I mean real insecurities about herself, or about her husband's love for her, then pregnancy could be hard.
It could.
It wasn't that way with you, though, when you were carrying Lindsay.
I was just a kid then.
I was scared out of my head.
I had one thing I could count on, Matthew's love.
At least, I could count on it then.
Is that it? - Yes, thank you, Claudia.
- Sure.
Well, when will you be back? I can't tell just yet.
I just arrived from Paris.
I'm at the villa of this man that I absolutely must see and he's not even here yet.
- Well, then who is there? - Just-- Just the staff.
.
Now, Krystle, I'll be back just as quickly as I can.
I don't understand why I can't be with you for a day or two? Because it's not practical, darling.
I'm constantly moving around.
You just said you were at this villa.
Krystle, are you cross-examining me? I told you it's business and there are problems.
Which I will try to settle just as quickly as I can and I'll be home as soon as possible.
Yes.
Yes.
Goodbye, darling.
- Blake.
- Yes? Would you mind putting a little of this suntan oil on my back, please? And the front, on my shoulders.
What was that all about? Well, I speak French, Spanish, ltalian and a little bit of German, but Arabic, I'm sorry.
- Mr.
Carrington, sir.
Madam.
- What is it, Majeed? I trust you were not bothered by the noise, the dogs.
There was someone on the property in a tree, but we chased him off.
- A man in a tree? - Yes, a man.
But he is gone now.
We will keep a closer eye on your privacy.
Thank you.
I hope it wasn't one of those damned photographers, you know.
Paparazzi? Who do you think you are, a movie star? Well, like it or not, I am news.
Well, maybe on the financial pages, darling.
Nowadays, that's the kind of thing that people wanna read, that kind of gossip.
About the men who run the world.
Listen to the conceit of the man.
It was probably just some love-starved ltalian bachelor who was dying to get a closer look at me.
Thank you.
No, Joe, it was my time.
Fallon? Oh, are we actually talking after five fun-filled days of the silent treatment? Why quit while you're ahead? It just happened.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to think that I was angry.
I didn't mean to give you that impression.
I'm sorry.
Fallon, can we stop this? Stop what? Speaking? I thought we already had.
Damn it.
We didn't do anything wrong.
You've gotta stop-- I feel like a father whose child has 24 hours left to live.
There is no child, Jeff.
Can't you understand that? The doctors at the clinic will take care of it tomorrow.
Fallon, I'm begging you.
To save our marriage? It was a mistake from the start.
Having a child would just double the mistake.
You know, you were right.
The only reason I got pregnant was to compete with Krystle.
Compete for my father's love.
Well, Krystle lost the baby.
The competition's over.
All right.
So you got pregnant for the wrong reason.
But we can still make it work.
With what? Love? Where would a child of ours learn about love? From watching us cut each other up? Well, then, we'll change, for the child's sake.
You really believe that? We've had good moments.
We can again.
More than just moments.
I don't love you, Jeff.
I never loved you.
It was all part of the deal.
Come on.
You admitted once you made that up.
You believed me because you wanted to.
I lied to you.
I sold myself to your uncle so that Blake Carrington could make that loan.
I lied to you then, but I'm not lying now.
I gotta get out of here before I kill you.
That must be Rashid.
- Mr.
Carrington.
- Mr.
Ahmed.
I am so sorry, but it simply couldn't be helped this delay.
But I trust you were well entertained these past few days.
I'll leave you two alone.
So, what are we to talk about? Your government has kidnapped five of my tankers.
I'm here to discuss the ransom.
Then let us talk about that and without anger.
Without anger? You've deliberately kept me waiting here for three days.
Now, I've stored up some things to get off my chest.
For one, I strongly resent being forced to buy back my own property.
But, sir, surely no one is forcing you to do anything.
And as for your property, from whom did you plunder the oil in the first place? From my country, from my people, no? You forget who risked his money to get that oil out of the ground without your people so much as lifting a finger.
Now, Mr.
Ahmed, shall we discuss numbers? We are agreed on the value of the oil, as of 6:00 this morning, on the spot market in Rotterdam? Mr.
Carrington, sir, of that sum, in His Excellency's account in Zurich.
And 5 percent in my account.
A multi-million dollar commission just to pull a few strings, huh? Some of those strings could easily get caught around my neck.
I want the money in Zurich tomorrow morning.
Not until those tankers are released.
I'm afraid His Excellency could not possibly agree to that.
Commissions are paid, Mr.
Ahmed, only when the transaction is completed.
I want this thing settled by tonight.
You've got five tankers full of oil you can't sell without me.
Meanwhile, those giant ships are blocking the only outlet you have to the sea.
I'd say that you need me more than I need you.
- lndeed? - I've done my homework.
Not only has your boss' hijacking of my tankers ruined his international credit, but your own personal cash position, despite all this window dressing, pretty shaky.
I'd say very shaky.
Sir, did you come here to make a deal or to discuss my credit rating? Both.
Because the financial bind that you're in allows me to offer you exactly half of what you're asking.
- Half? - Not one penny more than that.
That's preposterous.
I'd say under the circumstances, that I'm being pretty generous.
You don't like it, Mr.
Ahmed? Then you can take my oil and pump it back into the ground.
Wait.
I can't make the decision without His Excellency.
I will have to phone him.
Come in.
Hi, Krystle.
Have you spoken with Daddy recently? Well, he phoned twice in the past few days.
Is he all right over there? He seemed all right.
You know, things have been kind of strange between Steven and me recently.
He keeps intimating that there's something dark between my father and me.
I thought maybe you'd know.
All that I know is that your father loves you very much, Fallon.
Yeah, well, you know how Steven can be sometimes, very misterioso.
I just thought maybe you'd know something I don't know.
Can I ask you something personal? - What? - What do you think of Nick Toscanni? Well, how is that a personal question? I don't know him any better than you do.
Oh, I think you do.
I mean, it's no secret.
Word gets around.
Word gets around about what? Oh, about how Blake arranged for you to see him.
About how you've been feeling since you lost the baby.
And? I have some problems of my own, emotional problems.
And I thought maybe I'd set up an appointment to see him too.
So I was just wondering.
- If he's a good psychiatrist? - Yeah.
Blake hired him.
He only hires the best.
Is that it? Yes.
Thanks.
- Mrs.
Carrington? - Yes.
Dr.
Toscanni's running just a little bit late.
If you'll just have a seat, he'll be with you in a few minutes.
Okay.
I'll call you back.
- Lovely weekend, wasn't it? - Yes.
- They're there together.
- Mrs.
Carrington? Mrs.
Carrington? Are you all right? Yes.
Peg, would you send Mrs.
Carrington in.
She just left, doctor.
She seemed upset suddenly.
- What happened, Peg? - I don't know.
She sat down over there, started to look at one of the-- Or this? Maybe.
I wasn't really watching her, doctor.
From now on, keep this rag out of my office.
Krystle, wait a minute.
Krystle.
Hey, come on.
This is getting to be a habit with you, canceling appointments.
I just didn't feel I could handle talking to you right now.
That's honest.
That's worth the whole 50 minutes.
Come on.
Where? You 're my last and favorite appointment.
Okay, you stood me up.
Now, I've got to get even.
What does that mean? I'm gonna force you to watch me cook.
How about that? Believe me, there's nothing like it.
Well, almost nothing.
Bet you $20 Buddy beats him again.
I wouldn't wanna take advantage.
All right, Steven! How about that? Steven, you did it.
We did it.
We beat him.
We did it.
We beat him.
- No, you did it.
- No, we both did it, as a team.
But you're a winner, Steven.
A born winner.
- And if I helped just a little bit-- - Sammy Jo, are you kidding? - You made it possible for me to win.
- Then, I'm proud.
Let's celebrate.
Where? My cabin.
Rashid, did you make the deal? Your former husband was quite an adversary.
A real instinct for the jugular.
You should have warned me.
It was Blake or you.
And you made your choice.
It wasn't a contest.
His wife, what will she think when she hears of all of this? Frankly, I don't give a damn.
I must be leaving in a few hours.
Enjoy the villa for as long as you like.
Thank you, Rashid.
For everything.
I thought sure I could get you to watch me in action.
Hey.
Maybe I shouldn't offer you any more wine.
I'd much rather talk to you sober.
Krystle, you're not the first woman who's lost her baby.
No, but I'm married to a man who has everything else.
Everything but the one thing I could have given him.
A child.
Still blaming yourself, huh? He was so desperate for a son.
One day to take over all he'd worked so hard for.
To resurrect his crumbling dynasty.
I killed his dream.
And with it, maybe his only reason for having married me.
Go on.
Are you enjoying this? I like to see you get it out.
Please, go on.
What are you feeling right now? What can I feel? I can already see how he's begun to close me out of his life.
Business trips that are none of my business.
And I'm not even sure I can blame him.
Are you saying your husband can do whatever he wants? It doesn't matter anymore what I think.
Krystle.
Couldn't you sleep either? You're not worried about anything, are you? No, no.
I'm elated.
All of a sudden, it seems like the whole world is young again.
All thanks to you.
- Oh, Blake.
- No, no, no.
Really.
I do appreciate so much everything you've done, despite my ungraciousness.
Well, you really did have an awful lot to lose.
This brings back such happy memories of other victories, other triumphs.
A long time ago when you were first starting out, ready to take over the world, a young wildcatter, my young, handsome, hungry husband who shouted out to the world, "I'll show them.
" And you did.
That shouldn't have happened.
Why not? Some people celebrate a victory with champagne.
Why shouldn't we celebrate with a happy kiss? Happiness, that's something that I haven't had much practice at lately.
I think I'd better be heading home.
Rashid said that we could have the villa for as long as we wanted.
It's a tempting thought, but Got to get back to the real world.
Blake Carrington's world.
You know something? You look more beautiful than ever.
Wouldn't you like to take a closer look? You don't like it.
No, it's great.
No, you're just saying that.
Really, it's just like my grandmother used to make.
- Your grandmother? - Yeah, Grandma Grant.
Back in Dayton, Ohio? Chilly? Why don't you throw my jacket on.
I'll light a fire.
There, that should make you feel-- You knew about this all the time, didn't you? I knew it was painful.
I figured you'd deal with it when you got ready.
How do you deal with betrayal? No wonder he couldn't tell me where he was going or why I couldn't go with him.
Krystle.
He's not worth your tears.
You don't need tears.
You don't owe him anything anymore.
- I have to go.
- Why? If I stay, I know where it'll end up, and I can't.