Dynasty s03e02 Episode Script

Captain.
- Is there anything new? - No, sir.
- Who's on the phones? - Costello and Haskins.
- Where? - The kitchen.
I hear they're eating pretty good in there too.
Mr.
Carrington? I'm Captain Lockwood.
I'm handling the case now.
Orders from my boss.
A friend of yours, I understand.
Yes.
Yes, that's right.
Listen, about Farouk Ahmed, Mr.
Carrington Excuse me.
Hello? Yes, this is Blake Carrington.
Who? Well, damn it, didn't you hear what I just said on TV? You and everybody else at The Chronicle know the facts.
I can't tell you any more than that.
Now listen, I gotta keep these phones open.
Okay, captain, now about Farouk Ahmed, - were you able to locate him? - No.
But we're still looking for him.
I'm sure we're gonna nail him.
He could be halfway to the Middle East by now with my grandson.
Listen, we have no proof, no proof whatsoever, that Farouk Ahmed had anything to do with the infant's disappearance.
The kidnapping.
He has not checked out of his hotel.
Now, apparently he's still in town.
You people are terrific.
Can't find Ahmed, you can't find Nick Toscanni.
I'll check with my men in the kitchen.
Think you can find that? - I brought you some coffee.
- Thank you.
- Darling, you look tired.
- Do l? Yes.
Why don't you go upstairs and lie down and get some rest? I'll Krystle, would you please leave me alone? No.
Don't leave, please.
I'm sorry.
I guess this thing is just getting to me.
Don't go.
I want you with me.
I need you with me.
I'll get you some coffee.
Blake? Why didn't you ever tell me about your first son? The baby that was kidnapped? It was a long time ago.
I tried to forget it.
Did Steven and Fallon know? No, no, we never told them about Adam.
Is that why you were so hard on Steven all these years? - Refusing to understand him and his - His homosexuality? Is that why? Because you were sure that That the son you lost would have been different? Krystle, Steven is Steven.
His problem is Well, it's his own.
And he was Steven.
Adam was someone else.
When When I had to finally face the reality that we had lost Adam, I just slammed the door on that part of my life.
It wasn't easy.
But it was necessary if I was going to survive.
And I did survive.
We were still struggling financially then, and I poured all my energy into positive things.
I built an empire on that energy.
Denver-Carrington is, in its way, a tribute to my first child.
Does that make any sense to you? Yes.
If Steven comes back, and he may, the problems that I had with him before will still exist.
If I'm anything, I'm realistic.
I try to be honest.
Just as one day I had to tell myself honestly:.
You will never see your first son again.
You never will.
So let it be.
Just Just let it be.
Gram.
What did Doc Edwards give you, some kind of elixir? You look so good this afternoon.
- I'm dying, Michael.
- You? Well, sure you are.
We all are someday.
But you? Come on.
- You're gonna live to be a good - I'm going to die, Michael.
And I have to make peace with myself and him.
I've always loved the good Lord.
And I will always love you.
And I've sinned against you both.
Oh, I know.
By going to church every Sunday, by taking care of me after my folks were killed - Oh, you're a real prime sinner, Gram.
- I sinned.
I sinned when l stole you from that baby carriage in Denver and brought you here to Billings.
You, the Carrington baby.
Gram, please.
Don't upset yourself with this kind of talk.
And please, don't upset me.
I'm leaving you, Michael, I am.
And right after I go, I want you to go and collect what's yours.
Collect your birthright.
It's yours again.
Now.
Go.
Go.
Go to my bureau.
Go.
Open the bottom drawer.
Look under what's in there.
Way under.
Take it out.
Adam Alexander Carrington.
It was in your tiny hand.
The beautiful baby boy that I've always wanted.
Repeat it after me, Michael.
"l am Adam Carrington.
" Say it for me so I can make peace.
Please.
I am Adam Carrington.
Promise me you'll go to your real parents.
Promise.
I promise.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't know you were in here, Mrs.
Colby.
What do you want? Just to put these away.
Well, put them down and then please go.
Let's go, Fallon.
Go where? For a walk? Maybe that's not such a bad idea.
For a little while before it gets dark.
You know what I'm doing, Jeff? I'm taking stock of our son's room.
Our rich, very rich son's room.
It's funny, I never thought about it that way before.
This was just a lovely little nursery.
Just like mine was when I was a little girl.
My father worked very hard for all of this.
I mean, he had genius and he had guts and he got it all.
For us.
And until now it never occurred to me that people might hate him for that.
Might hate us.
Might even hate our baby, enough to take him from us.
This is the way it really is for people like us, Jeff.
Look, I don't think it has anything to do with you or your father or anybody.
It's just that there are some sick people out there who Who sometimes steal rich people's babies, Iike they were a necklace or a brooch.
- Sometimes I wonder - What? if Daddy had told me about my first brother if I'd have kept our child or if I'd have gone through with the abortion.
Fallon.
I think I might have.
No, I'm sure I would have.
Because there are lots of kinds of pain in life but this is one kind of pain that I just can't deal with.
No, there's still no change in Cecil's condition.
So I've taken a room at the hospital so I can be near him.
I'm on my way there now.
So you can reach me there if you hear anything.
Well, if I hear anything, I'm sure that it's gonna be good news.
Look, Alexis.
Tell Cecil that I'm sorry that he's ill and I wish him well.
And I'm sorry for you about your wedding being postponed.
I know that's upsetting you along with what's happened here.
Oh, Blake.
The only thing that's upsetting me now is the baby.
Do you know that Cecil insists on marrying me as soon as possible, even if it's from his hospital bed? Fallon.
Darling, you look so pale.
- Why don't you--? - My mother and my father who have deceived me.
Why didn't you ever tell me about the other child? He was my own flesh and blood.
I had-- You had the right to know.
Yes, Fallon, you did.
I wanted to tell you, but you were so young and I had to leave.
It was your father's decision not to tell you.
Fallon, I made that decision for good reasons.
For you and Steven.
Meaning what? Meaning I didn't want you to grow up fearful about your own safety.
You can understand that, can't you? Well, maybe if you had told me I could have protected my own son.
- Who is it? - Joseph.
Come in.
Mrs.
Carrington, do you know where Mrs.
Blaisdel is? - No, I don't.
- Well, I have a message for her and I've looked all over for her.
- She's usually in her room.
- I knocked.
There's no answer.
Maybe she's in there and refuses to answer.
It's not my place to just go in.
Well, I'll try.
What's the message? The sanatorium where Dr.
Toscanni arranged for Mrs.
Blaisdel to be sent, they'll be ready to take her in tomorrow.
All right.
Claudia? Joseph.
- Did you find Mrs.
Blaisdel? - No.
- Have you checked with the servants? - I have.
None of them has seen her.
- Do you know where my husband is? - Yes.
He left while you were upstairs.
Captain Lockwood phoned.
The police have a suspect.
No one.
No one treats me like this.
I am a guest in your country, not a common criminal.
Shut up, Ahmed.
Just answer the questions.
What were you doing near Mr.
Carrington's house yesterday? I wasn't there.
You and Mr.
Carrington had a meeting the other day.
Yes, a business meeting.
I offered him a deal for me and my brother.
Mr.
Carrington wasn't interested.
Didn't that meeting end with you threatening the Carrington family? Mr.
Carrington's grandson was kidnapped yesterday.
What has that to do with me? My daughter's baby has been kidnapped.
And you're going to tell me what you know about it or God help me, I'll kill you.
I know nothing about it.
- I'll kill you! - Easy, Mr.
Carrington.
- Get away from me! - Easy.
Come on.
I know nothing about your grandson.
Were you at my house yesterday? - No.
- Mr.
Ahmed.
We have a witness that can disprove that statement.
I was there briefly.
I came in a final effort to talk to you, Carrington.
To try to get you to change your mind about that deal.
I left when I'd heard you left town.
- You never went into my house? - No.
- You never saw my grandson? - I did not.
- I don't believe you.
- Believe what you like.
I speak the truth.
So now you know how I felt when you turned down my offer.
My beloved brother's offer.
Well, your daughter appears to be fertile.
Perhaps one day there will be another child.
- Miserable scum.
- Easy, easy, easy.
Get him out of here.
- Get him out of here.
- Come on.
Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Move it.
We'll keep him under surveillance.
Mr.
Carrington, it's my gut feeling that he had nothing to do with this.
Someone's taken my grandson.
Who? No, they still don't know who or why.
Jeffrey, your uncle is still on the critical list.
Now, he's asked to see you, and of course I said yes immediately, but you must do me one favour:.
whatever you do, don't say anything about what's happened to the baby.
It could cause a serious setback in his condition and we don't want that.
Hello, darling.
I brought Jeff to see you.
Uncle.
Hello, Jeff.
How are you? For a very intelligent young man I put through Princeton, that's a-- Pretty stupid question, right? Yes.
- Sorry.
- Oh, don't be.
I've done the same thing with friends of mine in the hospital.
The few friends I've had in this life.
I'm sorry you weren't one of them, Jeff.
Look, Uncle Cecil, I know that you and I have had our differences but that doesn't mean that I didn't-- I don't love you deep down.
You were very good to me.
Maybe.
Tell me about your son, Jeff.
He's very handsome.
Very handsome baby.
Who's he favour, you or Fallon? I see some of Fallon in him.
- Bit of Blake too? - A bit.
That must please Blake.
Tell me more.
Well, he's getting bigger.
Bigger by the day it seems.
- Stronger? - Oh, yes.
Kiss him for me when you get home, will you? Tell him I'm happy his father agrees that family is special.
Blood does count.
Will you do that? Yes, I'll kiss him when I see him.
Dad, I need you so much.
And I never needed anybody this much in my life.
Somebody to help me handle whatever it is I have to handle at this point in my life.
Your grandson, my son, l-- I have to find him.
- But I don't know-- - Mr.
Colby.
Grimes.
I hope you don't mind, but I gotta tell you, I'm sorry about your kid, too bad.
Hey.
Thanks a lot.
Boy, oh, boy.
I mean, Dr.
Toscanni was right.
You rich are all alike, ain't you? You put the cops on me.
Me.
A guy who can barely eke by.
People like me can't even make a remark about the rich without them getting their hackles up or sending the cops to question us.
Well, by God, old Alfred Grimes is gonna tell them all to go to hell.
Maybe I ain't a Colby or a Carrington, but I've got my feelings too.
I was looking for Joseph.
Yes.
From your daddy's wine cellar.
Very French.
Excellent vintage.
I hope you don't mind.
But since the police have asked me not to leave, I thought I'd investigate the much-touted wine cellar.
You hate me, don't you? Do l? You've hated me since that day in the nursery when I asked you to do something for me.
You said you weren't an indentured servant.
Bonded slave.
Go on.
I'm aware that you and Nick Toscanni had a thing together in New York before he came here.
I also had a brief thing with him.
You probably found that out from Nick.
So you probably hate me for that.
Go on.
I've lost my child, Susan, so I'm just trying to put some pieces together.
About Susan and Nick and Nick and Susan? Yes.
I wanna know if you and he arranged to steal my child.
What do you think? I wanna know, did the two of you hate the Carringtons enough to steal an innocent baby? I stole no one.
Swear it to me.
I'll swear to nothing.
I owe nothing to you or anybody else.
Look, I'm not asking you or Nick or anybody else to love us Carringtons, I'm asking you to tell me how much do you want for my son.
Your money.
It's always your lousy money, isn't it? Well, it's not gonna buy a confession from me.
There isn't enough money or decent wine in the world for that.
- Blake.
- I know.
Joseph told me.
The sanatorium called and apparently Claudia's wandered off somewhere.
Not "apparently," she's gone.
Most of her things are gone.
Blake, this frightens me.
Maybe Claudia's leaving had something to do with the baby.
Claudia and the ba--? She was driving around the grounds when he was taken.
She told Jeff that she saw Farouk Ahmed when she got back to the house.
She was right about that.
No.
No, it couldn't be.
I think if she left, it's because she was scheduled to go to the sanatorium tomorrow and she knew it and she didn't want to be sent back there.
Come on.
Who's there? Mrs.
Birch, the manager.
- Hello, again, Mrs.
Craig.
- Hello.
Hope you're comfortable.
Yes, I'm fine, we're fine.
If you need anything, you know where I'm at.
My front door is always open, honey.
I know what it's like when your man's off in the slammer.
Do I know.
- Thank you, Mrs.
Birch.
- You're welcome.
Need.
We both have everything we'll ever need, don't we? It's been 48 hours since my baby was taken.
Not one phone call, one letter.
God, why doesn't somebody just say it? We're losing a baby from this family all over again, aren't we? - We are not.
- Then where is my son? Fallon, whoever has him is making us sweat it out.
He knows that the longer he keeps us waiting, the more willing we'll be to pay him anything he wants.
Like they did before? How long did you wait? - The situation was different then.
- How? Your baby was gone like mine, how is it different? We didn't have any money, we didn't have any contacts.
Like what? The police? It's the same police and they're coming up with the same nothing.
So how is it different? Claire Maynard from The Chronicle is here waiting to see you.
- She says she has an appointment.
- Thank you.
Daddy, please.
Don't leave me without any answers.
Fallon, darling.
That's what we're waiting for.
The answers.
And who knows, maybe this newspaper woman can help us.
Hello.
Mr.
Carrington.
My sympathies, of course, and my thanks for letting me see you.
Well, I wanted to see you very much, Miss Maynard, for two reasons.
- Please sit down.
- Thank you.
First, I respect your work.
I like the way you handle your column.
Thank you.
I try.
And as I told you, I was hoping that a feature story syndicated about my grandson might move the kidnapper in some way to respond.
There have been many feature stories printed all over the country and they haven't seemed to help, Mr.
Carrington.
True? - Then why are you here? - Frankly? I wanna write a more important story.
- More important than my grandson? - Yes.
As important.
I want a new angle on the Adam Carrington kidnapping.
That's a dead story.
And if you would have informed me, that that's what you came here to ask, you'd never have gotten through the door.
- Now, if you'll excuse me-- - Mr.
Carrington.
That might not be a dead story.
All right, Miss Maynard.
What's the kicker? The kicker is this:.
I wouldn't waste my good time on a dead story.
And I didn't win the Pulitzer Prize with a dead story.
And this one might be very much alive.
Last night, before I called you, a man phoned me.
He tried to pump me for anything, everything I knew about the old kidnapping.
- It was a long-distance call.
- Collect? Is that what brings you here? The Chronicle wants its $3 back? It was a long-distance call from Billings, Montana.
From a phone booth.
I had the operator check.
- Do you know anyone there? - No.
No, I don't.
The caller, he sounded like a young man and very articulate and urgent.
Then it must have been morbid curiosity from an articulate, urgent young crank.
Now right now, all I want is to get my daughter's child back safely.
Yes, and I want you to do that too.
But in the meantime, I think that a story about the past could be very topical.
Do you realise that even today, two men claim to be the Lindbergh baby? I mean, how can you be absolutely sure that your son isn't alive somewhere? This ranch with its eternal mortgage always bothered Kate.
She wanted to leave her grandson so much and she did.
A largesse of human values, of character, and a law degree.
That cost her a pretty penny, Michael, as you know.
I want to talk to you.
Of course.
Do you know what I think you are, doctor? What I've always really thought about you? That you're a sanctimonious hypocrite.
You're upset, boy.
You have been ever since just before she passed away.
- Now, if you've been drinking-- - No, I haven't been drinking.
I've been remembering.
You.
And all those trips you made out here over the years.
Giving her sugar pills and charging her 20 dollars a visit.
Michael, I know you can be mean, - but this is not-- - Not what? Not proper? In front of all those proper Montana folk? In front of a proper quack? Listen, don't you hand me that.
I watched Kate indulge you all these years.
But I saw you clear, boy.
I saw the mean streak in you.
It's probably gonna make you the state senator she always wanted you to be.
But what you can use right now is a little piety for a woman who gave her whole life for you and all of her love.
Love? Out of what, her guilt? What are you talking about? I want to ask you some questions.
And I want your answers.
How old was l when she brought me to this place? Six months, maybe seven.
Why? What did you do when she brought me here? I examined you.
Examined me.
Tell me, did she ever talk much about my parents? Of course.
Same as what she told you.
Tell me again.
Tell me again, good doctor.
Your father was her only child.
Lived over in Butte with your mom till they moved to Denver.
Where they were killed in a car accident, wasn't that it? - Yes.
- And I was in that accident? Yes.
And I wasn't hurt.
No.
Kate said it at the time, "This is a miracle.
" And it was.
She was God-fearing.
As she wanted you to be.
And I suppose she's up there in heaven right now.
Michael, you're not well today.
I'm very well today, thank you.
Heaven.
Is that where they send thieves these days? Is that where they send an old lady who gave me all she could to make up for everything she robbed me of? Tell me, good doctor, were you in on it too? What the devil are you talking about? What did she rob you of? I don't know exactly.
Not yet.
But I'm gonna find out.
- Where are you going? - To pack.
All right.
Yes.
Yes, captain.
Well, Lockwood just heard from New York, Nick Toscanni has left for the Middle East.
He flew out of Kennedy this morning.
- Alone? - Alone.
What about the nurse? Well, he hasn't ruled her out.
I think your instinct was correct.
I'm suddenly concerned about Claudia.
Where is she? Where did she go? When she disappeared yesterday, I didn't think it was possible that she could be involved, but we have to face it.
Baby could be in the hands of a deranged woman.
I think that we need some more towels.
So we'll go ask Mrs.
Birch for some.
And then we can talk about what we're going to do today.
I think that it would be real nice to go down to the lake and look at the boats.
What do you think? I think you'd enjoy that.
Claudia? Is she the one? Maybe.
In any case, I've notified the police.
Oh, my God.
Then what I said this morning could be coming true, couldn't it? - Couldn't it? - Easy now.
Take it easy.
But if Claudia has my baby, she didn't take him for the money.
No.
I mean, she's sick.
Everybody knows that.
She has my son.
She's never gonna give him back to me.
She could just disappear and I'm never gonna see him again.
Now, Fallon.
Come on now.
Everything's going to be all right.
I promise.
- Mrs.
Birch.
- Operator, operator.
Captain Lockwood of Denver PD.
has announced that police are now looking for a family friend of the Colbys, the missing infant's parents, in connection with their son's kidnapping.
Her name is Mrs.
Claudia Blaisdel and she was last seen leaving the Carrington mansion earlier today.
Mrs.
Blaisdel, shown here, is 5 feet 5", weight about 1 00 pounds, has brown hair and green eyes.
Operator, operator.
Claudia Blaisdel is here with the baby.
I want the police.
Nobody's gonna take my baby.
Nobody.
No one will find us.
Not ever.
Not up here on the mountain.
Such a lovely mountain, isn't it? Such a lovely pure breeze, isn't it? My darling girl.
My beautiful, beautiful little girl.
And in the summer time, we come up here for picnics.
And in the winter, when the snow falls She doesn't know where she is and she thinks the baby's a girl.
She's very, very close to the railing.
She's got the baby in her arms and she could go over any minute.
And those snowflakes and they fall just for us.
- Roger.
- Stay away! You don't belong here.
Nobody's gonna get my baby.
Hi, again.
- Hi.
- I'm just stretching my legs.
Last cup of coffee before we close shop? No, thank you.
It's been a nice flight.
And you've helped make it that way.
All I did was pour you a Bloody Mary, plunk down a so-so snack-- Correction, a great snack.
And you smiled so nicely every time you passed me.
- Did l? - Yeah.
Maybe I was just returning yours.
Nice smile, I mean.
- Is Denver home for you? - I was born there, yeah.
Been moved? Well, you could say that I was spirited away at an early age.
By gypsies.
A kindly band, yeah.
Are you going back on business? In a way.
If I get the right offer, I might settle down there for good.
You lay over in Denver, don't you? - Where do they put you guys up? - La Mirada.
It's a hotel full of old fogeys on the edge of town, but nice.
- Quiet, out of the way.
- Out of the way.
That's interesting.
Would you reserve a room there for me? - What? - Well, I'm gonna be detained a bit.
Phone calls and things.
But if you check me in, I'll call you when I get there and if you like, we could have dinner.
- Okay? - Okay.
Good.
Oh, that's it.
In a minute, our captain will inform one and all our descent has begun.
- So - So I'll go and buckle up.
Denver by night.
It's been too long.
I'll see you later.
How many times do I have to tell you people, just stand back.
Stand back.
Hey.
Stand back.
Come on.
Where are you going? Just stand over there.
Get out of the way.
Stand back.
Okay, okay, people.
Please stand back.
Bring the police barricades up here.
We'll set them up at the end of the alley.
- My son? - Still up there.
Just stand back.
Claudia? Claudia? Hi, I'm Officer Hull.
I know you're upset.
I know.
But I wanna try and help you.
Okay, so there's a problem.
You know what the best thing to do about them is? I mean, you just-- Just take it easy.
And talk them out with somebody.
Like over a cup of coffee or something, you know? Just sit down and talk to somebody.
I'd like to talk to you about it.
Just you and me.
Sit down and we'll calmly just talk about what's bothering you.
What do you say? No.
This is getting nowhere.
Why don't you try, Blake? She's always trusted you, Blake.
Please try.
All right, all right, I will.
No.
It's my baby.
I'll talk to her.
Claudia? You.
It's me.
Fallon.
What do you want? To see my baby.
To be near.
It's not your baby.
It's Lindsay.
Then I'd just like to talk to you.
Just talk to you.
What about? The baby.
You told me once how much you loved it.
Remember? I believed you then.
I believe you now.
So I know you wouldn't wanna do anything to hurt the baby.
Baby? It's my baby.
You're saying I would hurt my baby? It isn't your baby, Claudia.
It isn't Lindsay.
You have my son.
You can have a child of your own again someday.
You're young and pretty.
You could have a beautiful baby.
So please, give my son back to me.
No! Jeff.
Claudia? It's Blake.
It's your friend, Blake.
What do you want? I wanna talk to you.
Why? I don't wanna listen anymore.
Claudia, I've known you for a long time now.
I know-- I know how much love there is inside of you.
So much.
So much.
It's for Lindsay.
It's for my Lindsay.
Claudia, listen to me, understand me.
Lindsay isn't here.
She is.
- She is.
- No.
Lindsay is sleeping somewhere.
Lindsay is sleeping peacefully.
Now, she was your daughter.
You loved her and she loved you.
But now she's at rest.
She-- Please.
Please, let it be a peaceful rest.
Please, Claudia.
Where? Where is she resting? At a lovely place somewhere.
But where? Is she alone? Is she all alone? Oh, no.
No.
Her father is with her.
Matthew? Yes, Matthew.
Why did he take her away? I don't know, Claudia, l-- I-- No.
Stay away! No! - No! - No! Captain.
What was that? Say it again.
Hey, captain.
It wasn't a baby.
It was a doll she had.
You understand.
It wasn't-- It wasn't the baby.
It was a doll.
It wasn't the baby.
- It wasn't the baby.
- Where is he? Where's my--?