Dynasty s03e03 Episode Script

Step back, please.
Give us room here.
- Come on.
- Stand back.
- That's all, photographers.
- Stand back.
- Who was it? It wasn't Farouk Ahmed.
- Where are they taking Mrs.
Blaisdel? Is the baby all right? - Let us through.
Get back.
- Have you got a statement? I thought it was, but no.
Jeff, now think.
Think.
Was there anybody else, a stranger, anybody, who showed unusual interest in the baby? Only Grimes.
- Grimes? - Alfred Grimes, the caretaker at the cemetery.
I saw him again there and he mentioned something about Nick Toscanni.
Toscanni.
Darling, you take Fallon home.
Jeff is gonna come with me.
Where are you going? There's something I've gotta take care of.
Mr.
Colby, do you have any statements? Is the baby all right? Grimes.
He went out the back.
He's got the baby.
Come on, Jeff.
There he is.
Hold it.
Hold it there, buddy.
Hey, watch where you're going.
Hold it.
Stay back.
Don't come any closer.
I want my son.
Grimes Don't move, mister.
Give me my son.
Grimes I want my son.
Let's grab him.
Mr.
Carrington, no.
It wasn't my idea.
He set it all up.
- Who? - Toscanni.
He paid me to do it.
He made me do it.
It was the name, Alfred Grimes.
Now, when you said it, I remembered that he was Roger Grimes' father.
Roger Grimes was the man that I found in bed with Alexis a long time ago and I guess I beat him up and then the story got around town that I had paid him off to keep the thing quiet.
Yes, I remember it all came out during the trial - when she testified against him.
- That's right.
And Nick Toscanni must have read every word there was about it at the trial.
And then he found the perfect man to work with.
- The father.
- The father, yes.
Who wanted to get even with me and was ripe to do it.
Oh, Toscanni.
I swear to you, Jeff, I won't rest until I find him and I'll make him pay for this.
- Who is it? - Mr.
Colby.
- Where are you taking her? - Hackley-Morris Sanitarium.
Then maybe she goes to court one day.
- Why? - For disturbing the peace.
She did at least that, as I understand.
Or maybe she stays at Hackley-Morris for good.
I'd like a few minutes with her alone.
I'll be in the hall if you need me.
Claudia.
Claudia? I'm almost finished packing.
I'm going away.
I don't really know why.
They say I'm a sick woman.
And you're a good and beautiful woman.
The roof.
It was Lindsay's doll that I had on the roof.
I was taking care of it till she comes back to me.
- Do you understand? - I do.
I hurt the doll.
I didn't mean to, when it fell.
I didn't mean to hurt you, Claudia.
That once in our lives, did you love me, Jeff, that once? I never really knew.
Yes, I did.
And it was a very special time for me.
And I did love you.
This is Lindsay's doll.
I'm gonna keep it for her.
- Where is it? - Where's what? Where--? My mother's fur piece.
It's so lovely, it's-- Now Here it is.
It's chilly today.
I wanna wear this today.
- Thank you.
Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mrs.
Blaisdel.
- You've been so very kind to me.
- I have tried.
Beth Ellen, you too.
Elizabeth.
I want you to take this ring and wear it, so that you'll remember to write to me.
Goodbye to you, sweet house.
Take care.
Be sweet to all of my kind friends, who, sadly, won't be able to join me.
Blake.
Matthew's friend.
And my friend.
It's going to be all right, Claudia.
You know that.
Beautiful Krystle, who was always kind to me, even when I wasn't kind to her.
- And his vital signs are stable, huh? - Yes, doctor.
Mrs.
Carrington, Mr.
Colby is asleep, so please don't disturb him.
Asleep? How do you know that he's not unconscious? He's asleep.
Would you step outside with me, please? Mrs.
Carrington, he needs his sleep.
Mrs.
Carrington, Mr.
Colby is getting the best possible care here.
Every time I see you, doctor, whenever I'm privileged to see you, you always tell me the same thing: His condition is unchanged and he's getting the best possible care.
It isn't that long a time for a massive coronary.
- In fact, it's rather brief.
- In fact, it's rather brief.
Well, let me tell you some facts, doctor.
Fact: Mr.
Colby wants to marry me.
- And he wants-- - I know.
A bedside wedding.
Which I still won't allow.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few less-romantic cases to attend to.
Dr.
Davies, call-- Oh, Mrs.
Carrington, I just heard the wonderful news on the radio.
Congratulations.
What news? What are you talking about? The news bulletin about your daughter's son.
Your grandson.
They found him about an hour ago, safe and sound.
Security to the front lobby, please.
Hey, what's the matter? It's just getting him back.
Oh, well, darling, the important thing is that we've got him back.
The doctor says he's just fine too.
- He says he's terrific.
- Yes, yes, he said that as well.
Oh, I just love him so much.
And I love you so much.
- Thank you for everything you did.
- Hey, now wait a minute.
Now, Jeff had something to do with this too, you know.
Excuse me.
May I come in? Oh, yes, of course.
This beautiful little guy of ours needs all the fussing and attention he can get.
Oh, well, that's what I'm here for.
To fuss him back onto his regular schedule.
And right now it's time for his feeding and then he gets his bath.
It is nice to have things back to normal, isn't it? Yes.
A total stranger.
An obese nurse, a fat phantom in white, tells me that my own flesh and blood is alive and well, not my family, not one of you.
Why? It was an oversight, Alexis.
We were all concerned about the baby's condition after what he'd been through.
No one was thinking about anything or anyone else.
I am not just anyone else.
- I know that.
- No, you don't know that, Blake.
You choose not to know that.
You always have and you still do.
You did it the other day on television, when I want-- When I wanted to talk about our Adam and you tried to shut me up.
And I didn't quite succeed, did l? Wasn't my heartbreak of all those years even worthy of your notice? Adam was gone.
What was the point, damn it? Blake, there's a phone call for you.
The office.
I'll take it in the library.
I want you to leave, Alexis.
My husband's been through enough today.
He doesn't need you here.
You're right.
He never did.
Leave him alone, Alexis.
Don't start throwing the past up to him now.
Adam was Blake's son too.
How dare you talk to me about my son? His son too, Alexis.
Yes, of course.
His son.
Like that baby upstairs is his grandson, and you're his wife, and Fallon is his darling daughter, and Steven is his embarrassment.
Everyone is his, his, his.
The past is over and nothing can change it.
But let me tell you something, Krystle.
The future is going to be very different.
Because in a very short time, this faultless family is going to be hearing from me, including you.
And you especially are going to cringe at what you hear, Krystle Jennings Carrington, the oh, so sterling, once and maybe future secretary.
You asked for me? Yes.
I want to know just when I can see my fiance.
Mr.
Colby's attorney is with him and Mr.
Colby is permitted only one visitor at a time.
May I remind you, Nurse Stratton, that I'm not exactly a visitor? You may but it doesn't change anything, - so you'll just have to wait until-- - Well, hello, Alexis.
- Gerald, how good to see you.
- Well, thank you.
And how well you're looking, as ever.
Oh, well, thank you but that's a sweet lie.
So did you have a good meeting with Cecil about whatever it was? - Dr.
Reinhardt to Emergency.
- Business.
Yes, I'd say he was pleased and he's anxious to see you.
Did he say what he wanted to see me about? No, he didn't say but it's obviously important.
He seemed quite positive.
- Oh, God, he's not--? - Oh, Alexis, please, don't draw any frantic conclusions.
Why, if anything, he seems better.
Oh, good.
Then I should go and see him.
Shouldn't l? Thank you.
- Hello, darling.
- You look wonderful.
I just ran into Gerry Wilson.
And what is all this nonsense about you wanting to talk business.
- You know you should be resting.
- Yeah.
Because it just won't wait, darling.
You see, it's about what will be the most important business of my life, however much longer I have left.
Oh, I'd say at least 50 years.
What a centennial that will be.
I hope you'll be there to help me blow out the candles.
I'll need your help.
Darling, I'll always be there with you.
You know that.
I know that.
And I want you to know that you and l are finally going to be married.
Tomorrow at 3:00, precisely.
All the arrangements are being made.
All you have to do is show up in a lovely dress and be my lovely bride.
And not leave me waiting at this altar.
Now, does the groom get a kiss to seal the pact? Destroy Blake and all that? Oh, yes.
Going to sleep, yes.
Oh, he drank his bottle beautifully, so no worries.
No worries.
Is something wrong, Mrs.
Colby? You're really a terrific actress, aren't you? As if what happened to my son would never have happened if you'd been doing your job.
He's just falling asleep, please don't-- Oh, suddenly, you're so concerned, Miss Farragut.
As concerned as you were when you left him alone.
Cut it out, Fallon.
Enter the caring father who hired Miss Farragut in the first place.
What do you want me to do, Jeff, apologise to her? Well, if you ever could apologise to somebody, yes.
Now, look, we've all had a draining day.
Let's go to bed.
- Good night, Susan.
- Good night, Mr.
Colby.
He's right, Mrs.
Colby.
We're all very tired.
Are we? Well, I'm not.
Not too tired to tell you what I'm going to tell you.
Darling? - Are you all right? - Oh, sure, sure.
It's just the reaction setting in.
It's relief, not fatigue.
Well, I would be more relieved if you would come upstairs and go to bed and let me tuck you in and watch those non-fatigued eyes of yours close.
Why are you so good to me, pretty lady? I don't know.
Maybe because you're so cute.
Don't make a frown.
You are.
You're handsome and intelligent and loving and resourceful and cute.
Susan, what's going on? That should be fairly obvious.
Well, it's not.
It's the middle of the night.
Where are you going? I don't know.
Someplace exciting.
- Are you saying you're leaving us? - That's right.
Because of what my wife threw at you? Susan, you have to realise she's been under enormous stress.
As have we all.
Well, I would appreciate it if you would change your mind.
I would, Mr.
Colby, but she wouldn't.
Your wife just dismissed me.
And not with two simple words: "You're fired.
" It was much longer and nastier.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye.
Come here, Fallon.
If it's about that nurse, yes, I fired her.
Unlike you, I was not moved by her see-through innocence.
Come on.
You resented her because she had an affair with Nick Toscanni.
That is a rotten thing to say.
The only feelings I have for that man are disgust.
I never even wanna see him again.
And I'm sick and tired of you judging me, telling me how I'm supposed to feel and what I'm supposed to be doing.
Telling me who I am and what I am.
Okay, let's have it.
What are you? Who are you underneath, huh? Wonderful.
You woke him up.
Quiet.
Go back to sleep.
Sleepy time.
Joseph, would you please have a bed set up in the nursery? I'll be sleeping in my son's room tonight.
Oh, that's great.
Terrific.
Pleasant dreams.
Mrs.
Colby, don't worry.
Everything's going to be fine with me and the young master.
I'll call you later, Jeanette.
Just coffee, please.
Is that all you're gonna have this morning? I have things to do.
I wanna talk to you about it first.
I've been up half the night thinking-- If it's about security for the baby, I've already-- No, I know you've handled that, Daddy, and I appreciate it.
It's about me.
Something tells me I'm in for it again.
What do you want? New car? A new filly? It's me and Jeff.
I know.
That again.
But it's like Everest, Daddy.
It's there between us.
Bad vibes.
It's just never worked out between us and it's never going to work out.
On your part.
Yes, on my part.
I'm just not Mrs.
Jeffrey Colby.
I wanna move out and take the baby.
Move out? To do what? To take a look at myself.
To see who I am and what I am.
To get a sense of purpose.
To get my sense of humour back.
Well, let's get back to purpose.
You're a mother, you have a child.
Isn't that purpose enough? Daddy, if you're asking me, do I love my baby, you know the answer to that.
I should have gotten out a long time ago, to prove myself.
To prove that I'm a worthwhile human being.
You are worthwhile.
For a girl, in this house, for how many years? Steven was the boy and Fallon was the toy.
A decoration.
Blake Carrington's adored little doll.
Now, for Steven, it was always an open door into business.
And for Fallon, it was just-- Well, you said it a minute ago, a new car, a filly.
I want more.
And you can't buy for me what I want.
You don't have to move out.
Daddy, let go of me, please? Fallon, I admire you, every bit as much as I love you.
I admire you because you never hold back your feelings or your thoughts, what you don't want, what you do want.
All right.
You want to do something with your life, as you put it.
I agree.
You should.
Now, if it's an outside interest you need-- It's more than an outside interest.
I need a whole new way of life.
New and different relationships.
I can't help you with that.
But I might be able to find you something.
At Denver-Carrington? Well, let's see.
You're not interested in oil.
- Who says I'm not? - I say you're not.
Why, you'd try to claw your way out of my boardroom at the end of your first week.
But Denver-Carrington does have other holdings.
You pick out something that interests you and we'll talk about it.
Fair enough? Fair enough.
I'll let you know.
- Bye, Daddy.
- Wait a minute.
We're not finished.
How about Jeff? I know but I have to go.
So we'll talk later, okay? - Good morning, Mr.
Carrington.
- Good morning, Joseph.
What is it? Is something the matter? "ls Adam Carrington still alive?" That reporter, Maynard.
It bothers me when piranhas like her feed on other people's troubles.
That's right, Frank Eastman.
I think Mr.
Carrington will remember him.
They worked together as riggers a long time back.
Well, my uncle is back in Oklahoma now, and he knew I was coming to Denver, and he suggested that I drop in to say hello to Mr.
Carrington, if Mr.
Carrington has the time.
Three o'clock? Well, that's fine with me.
Yes, thank you very much.
Excuse me, what time do you have? - Ten after 1 0, Mr.
Torrance.
- Thank you.
This is something, huh? The story about the old kidnapping.
Well, the rich can always buy another mansion, or yacht, or a hotel like this, but they sure can't buy themselves a lost kid.
No, they sure can't.
You said, "A hotel like this.
" Blake Carrington.
He owns it.
I see.
No, you're right.
Money is not everything.
Definitely not.
The La Mirada? That white elephant? It was part of a deal I made some years ago.
I've been trying to dump it ever since.
Well, dump it with me.
You offered me a business.
That's the one I want.
Well, mind if I ask you what you know about hotels? Don't get personal.
Come on, now.
Don't be funny, Fallon.
And what could you do with a white elephant? Paint it a whole different colour.
Give it a whole different look.
Daddy, look, I've been doing some investigating.
I went over their balance sheets and income statements for the past two years, and their cash situation is too fat.
They should be reinvesting their money in the hotel instead of putting it all in the bank.
Give it to me and I'll turn it around for you.
And if you give it to me, I won't move out with the baby.
And I'll put off filing for divorce for a while, provided-- Provided what? Provided I don't have to live like a hypocrite.
I'll stay married but in name only.
I want separate bedrooms and all of that.
I'm going to start my own life.
And all of that, as you put it, is going to make you happy? I hope so.
So, what do you say? Do we have a deal? No.
- You apparently like elevators.
- Actually, I forgot something upstairs.
La Mirada Hotel.
That's where I saw you this morning.
It was you, right? - That's right.
- Coincidence, coincidence.
We're both obviously going up to the same floor, staying at the same hotel.
La Mirada.
You know what that means in Spanish? As a matter of fact, no.
A glance.
A look.
A loving gaze.
How about that? Yeah, I studied Spanish at Yale.
But it's not very in there these days.
But then again, nor was l.
- I mean, fresh from Montana.
- Oh, what's wrong with Montana? Well, it's west of the Hudson.
Just a whole lot of cows.
Sounds like good old Colorado to me.
Then we're both cut from the same cloth, aren't we? And in the same stuck elevator.
You know, you look very familiar.
Well, maybe that's because you saw me at the hotel this morning.
I'm very unforgettable.
I'm also very claustrophobic.
Do you think you could get this thing started? Oh, I'll try, yeah.
Let's try this.
Well, that did it.
Except we're going down.
Elevators.
They sure don't make them like they used to.
Kindred spirits, we.
Very.
You're very attractive.
So are you.
Do you have an answer for everything? Always.
Okay, what's your name? Not always, always.
Well, my name is Michael.
Michael Torrance.
And maybe I'll see you again at the hotel.
And please be sure that Joseph sees this list as soon as possible.
Fresh strawberries and cream this evening.
- Joseph? - He's not here.
Oh, I need him.
If I happen to see him, I'll tell him.
Never mind, I'm in a hurry.
Just tell him to lock up my studio after the movers are finished and then leave the keys with Fallon.
And tell her that I am deeding the studio to her son.
Are you moving? Yes, I'm moving.
Oh, aren't you sad? Today's my wedding day.
Cecil and I are going to be married in an hour and then I'm gonna be living in his palazzo.
Palazzo.
That's ltalian for mansion, in case you didn't know.
I've heard the word used.
Yes, in an ltalian film, no doubt.
It's too bad, Krystle, that you never went there because the social scene in Milan and Rome is quite brilliant.
Just as it's going to be in Denver in the future when the Colbys entertain.
As it used to be when I entertained in this very house.
Back in the old days.
Yes, the good old days.
You know, it's too bad, Krystle, that despite your obvious craving for the Carrington money, you never really developed any sense of style about how to use it socially.
Well, you're gonna learn from an expert now.
I'm gonna teach this town how to party.
I'm gonna lead the pack.
And who knows, I may even invite you and Blake if the whim strikes me.
Save your whims, Alexis.
We won't be coming.
Well, it's getting late.
My new limousine and chauffeur are waiting for me.
It's off to my wedding.
And I just know, Krystle, that despite our more than occasional differences, you wish me all the best.
Don't you, dear? Come in, Mr.
Torrance.
Sorry about the delay.
Won't you sit down? I appreciate your taking the time out to see me, Mr.
Carrington.
I know what a busy man you are.
Never too busy to visit with a nephew of an old friend.
How is Frank anyway? Forgive me, may I offer you a drink? No, thank you.
It's a little early in the day for me.
Well, now, I never heard your uncle say that.
Old Frank used to start belting them down usually before noon.
And he'd stop sometime considerably later.
I have no Uncle Frank Eastman.
I know that.
If you had, he'd be dead.
Frank died two years ago.
All right, now what the hell is this all about? I lied because I wanted to get in here to see you.
About what? This? Are you the anonymous phone caller from Montana? The one who spurred on this piece of garbage? That's not garbage.
Then you know where my son is.
- Yes.
- Where? Here.
With you.
I'm gonna have you thrown out of this office.
Please give me a minute.
Just a minute, for God's sake.
I've come a long way.
And this is as hard on me as it is on you.
All right.
Make it a minute.
An old woman who said she was my grandmother died a few days ago.
Before she did, she told me I wasn't her grandson.
That that baby died 25 years ago in Denver in a car accident with his parents.
That she buried all three of them and then kidnapped me from a carriage.
Which makes you Adam Carrington.
She said to me, "Michael, you are Adam Carrington.
" - And you believed her? - No.
Not at first.
But I'm confused now.
And I was hoping you'd be able to help me.
In what way? First of all, to check on the footprints in the hospital where Adam Carrington was born.
I'd like your permission.
The hospital where my son was born burned to the ground a few years later.
All the maternity records were destroyed in that fire.
I don't suppose you knew anything about that, did you? No, I didn't.
All right, Mr.
Torrance, you've had more than your minute.
Now get out of here.
I'd like to show you something first.
It's a silver-- A silver what? Never mind.
It doesn't matter.
You'd use that dark mind of yours to twist it into a lie.
Well, what you'd call a lie.
Okay, I'm going.
But after I go, don't pick up the phone and put a private investigator onto me.
I'll save you the cost.
I'm Michael Torrance, a lawyer from Billings, Montana, and right now I think-- No.
I know, right now, I'm your son Adam.
But let's both just forget that.
Because now that I've met you, I'm happy to remain just the guy I was before I ever heard your name: Carrington.
What a rotten family it must be.
Get the hell out of here.
Who was that guy who zipped out of here like a storm cloud? Nobody.
Absolutely nobody.
Alexis, how beautiful you are.
Thank you, darling.
You brought me a boutonniere.
Of course.
Cecil, I have to tell you this again.
I'd prefer it if you didn't go through with this.
Physician, heal thy tongue.
I'm a man who's always controlled his own destiny and I have no intention of stopping now.
Shall we get it over with, Reverend? I'm an anxious bridegroom, so only the essentials.
Oh, darling, they're so lovely.
And how lovely you look, my dear.
And how happy you look.
And that makes me happy.
Let's get on with it.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here together in the sight of God, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.
Do you, Alexis Morrell Carrington, take Cecil Baldwin Colby to be your lawful wedded husband? I do.
And do you, Cecil Baldwin Colby, take Alexis Morrell Carrington to be your lawful wedded wife? Cecil? I do.
Exchange rings, please.
For in as much as you have consented together in holy wedlock, I pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Will you all leave now, please? Were you for a moment frightened that I wasn't going to answer, Alexis? I was only frightened for you, darling.
That I might have expired before the grand and holy moment? How could I when my wedding gift, a gift without peer, is such that, when I do go, I can leap into my grave laughing, knowing that I've left you with power and money, and with you and Blake at each other's throats.
What's the matter, sweetheart? Is this honeymoon talk upsetting you? You're upsetting yourself, Cecil.
What did you and Blake talk about the night of your wedding? I don't remember.
Did he brag about how mighty he'd become? How he'd try to rival me? Tell me, were his nails clean that night, Alexis? Or were they stained with the oil of his Carrington Rig Number One? Did he? What--? Cecil.
Cecil, what's wrong? Ce-- Doctor? Doctor.
Darling, what's wrong? Cecil.
Code blue.
IV.
Would you please get out of the way? Adrenalin.
Let's defibrillate, quickly.
Stand back when he does this.
Oh, God.