Dynasty s03e04 Episode Script

Yes, that'll be fine, thank you.
Dr.
Gailey, dial 2-4-0.
Dr.
Gailey, dial 2-4-0.
All the arrangements have been made.
Thank you, Jeff.
The funeral? Thursday.
Thursday.
Alexis, when you called me to come over and talk to you I just want you to know if there's anything you need, if there's anything you need help with, I'm here.
Thank you, Jeff.
I'm glad you're here.
Just you? Isn't it strange that with all Cecil's money and power, we're the only two who are here? You haven't changed, have you? You're still the same kind, handsome little boy with the gardenia.
Do you remember? No.
That day.
Oh, God.
Seems like such a long time ago now.
That day when I had to leave Denver.
When Blake forced me to leave my-- My home and my children.
And that-- That terrible day, I was packing and you came into my room with a single gardenia.
Does it come back to you now? Yes.
And that I had swiped it from your favourite garden.
That wasn't important.
What was was what you said to me.
Does it come back to you now? Not really.
Well, I'll never forget it.
You said, "Uncle Cecil tells me that you're leaving.
Maybe forever.
Please don't go.
Please come back to Fallon and Steve.
And me.
Your friend.
" You made a difficult day more bearable.
I wanted to thank you for that then.
And for being here with me now.
Oh, Jeff.
Cecil was such a strong man.
So are you.
And however strong a woman thinks she is, there are times when she really needs a man.
I looked around the office.
And he was gone.
But I could still see him.
I could even feel him.
You know, the touch of his hand when I was a kid.
I went there to live with him.
And suddenly I felt everything was gonna be all right.
That I wasn't gonna be alone anymore.
So why--? Why what? Why did I spend so much time in that office hating him? Hating him for laughing every time he pulled out that filthy bag of tricks.
For what he did to Claudia.
Turning her back into a mental case.
I've more than hated him.
I could've killed him.
I nearly strangled him.
How, Blake? How can you love and hate someone at the same time? He hurt other people but he was good to me.
Now, Jeff, you were good to him.
Now, you've got to understand that.
You did nothing wrong.
You did nothing to hurt him.
There was one thing.
He knew that I loved you as a father.
And I do.
And I always will.
I appreciate that.
I mean that with my soul.
With my soul, I'm gonna make sure my son grows up to love and respect you in the same way.
I guess that's one thing that won't make Fallon mad.
About Fallon, Jeff.
Yes? Let's talk about you and Fallon.
Someone has to.
I love them.
I just love them.
I have a feeling you didn't really see them at all.
The place for which I designed these sets, I mean.
- Mr.
Dawson-- - Oh, try Billy.
I was very pregnant when they were on the boards here.
That is your showbiz expression, isn't it? Yes, it is.
A boy or a girl? A boy.
Gorgeous baby boy.
Now.
About redecorating this place, I mean totally redecorating.
I wanna turn this whole place into a pleasure palace.
Like a class-A bordello.
Not quite.
Listen.
Between us, I'm a closet mountain climber.
I only design these theatrical sets so that I can pay for my ropes and my spikes, l-- - I've never really done-- - Turned a hotel into a fantasy land? No.
I want something my guests aren't gonna find anywhere else in the world.
Now, I think you should be interested for, say, a percentage and 50 thou? Did I hear 60? You heard 55.
Do we have a deal? Let's split the difference and I'll pop champagne at the bar.
You are gonna be a fun lady to do business with.
Just leave it there.
I'll be back in a minute.
How are you doing, guy? Yes.
Go back to bed.
Go to sleep.
Oh, hi.
Hi, honey.
So you finally made it home.
And almost sober.
Oh, does it show? I usually don't drink during the day.
This was a very special occasion.
- I got this great designer.
- For the hotel you're taking on.
The one you never bothered to mention to me.
- Daddy told you.
- Well, that much, yes.
He said there was more, but I'd better get it from you.
So let's have it, Fallon.
What other surprises have you got for me? Well, it shouldn't come as such a big surprise, but I want a separation.
It's been coming on for months.
- We don't see eye to eye on anything.
- No argument there.
You name it, our son, our lifestyles, what never happens in bed anymore.
Jeff, leave sex out it.
We're talking about two people and where they're headed.
Oh, really? Where exactly is that? Well, it's obvious, isn't it? A divorce down the line.
A divorce? And in the meantime, I move out of the house? Well, that's the usual routine, isn't it? When you separate, you separate.
Except there happens to be a third party involved here, sweetheart.
Oh, come on, Jeff.
You can see the baby whenever you want.
You're damn right I'm gonna see him anytime I want.
Because I'm not moving out.
I'm not leaving my son.
I don't know what you're really up to with this new toy of yours, but I'm gonna see to it my son is brought up within a family.
He's gonna know that kind of love and support.
Okay, okay.
Separate bedrooms, then.
God knows we have enough of them.
So take your pick.
- Again? - Yeah, again.
Don't ever imply again that my baby, my son, isn't going to get that kind of love and support from me.
- Because if you do, you're wrong.
- Am l? Exactly when are you gonna shower him with your mother's tenderness? - In your spare time? - Jeff, why do you always think - the worst of me? - Oh, believe me, Fallon, - It's not all that tough.
- Look.
What you and I don't have going on between us is our problem.
We'll deal with that for the time being.
But this new toy of mine has nothing to do with my baby.
I love him more than my life.
What I'm doing now is just a part of my life.
- Your new life.
- Yes, and I'm very excited about it because I'm doing something that I wanna do for me.
I need to do something fulfilling to be happy.
And a happy woman is a better mother.
- Aren't you just kidding yourself? - No, I'm not.
Oh, the hell you're not.
Babies know whether their mothers are around.
They can sense it.
They can smell it, her perfume, her clothes.
Jeff, I'm not gonna spend all my days and nights there.
Just enough time to fit into your busy lady-executive schedule, right? Yeah, that's right.
It's called becoming your own person.
Tell me, Fallon.
Think you could find time in your executive schedule to attend my uncle's funeral? Cecil died? - God, Jeff, I'm sorry.
- Oh, I'll bet you are.
After you made it clear that nobody in the Colby family matters to you.
Not me, not my uncle, not our son, nobody.
I can't imagine Mr.
Colby not here.
I'm sorry.
I can't help myself.
We were together for 20 years.
I know, Katherine.
I understand.
May I get you something, Mrs.
Colby? A cup of coffee? No.
No, thank you.
I'd just like to be alone here.
Of course.
Mother? I'll be at my desk if you want me.
I heard about Cecil.
- And you're sorry? - Yes.
- Are you really? - Yes, I am.
I always thought that you loathed him.
Well, I couldn't forgive him for what he did to Daddy.
Tried to ruin him.
Is that one of the reasons why you refused to come to our wedding at the house? What was finally going to be a happy day for me.
Mother, don't let's go through that again.
It's over.
Passed.
I know how you feel and I wanted to get here as soon as I could.
Good manners from you, Fallon, are a little late.
All right, forget manners.
Let's just say I was worried about you.
Worried about me? How touching.
And when did all this worry start? Because I was worried sick about your baby.
But you don't even call me when he was found or tell me or anything.
I had to find out from total strangers.
The only person who has shown me the slightest consideration or compassion is your husband.
Look, Mother, the next few days are gonna be difficult for all of us, so-- The next few days.
Yes.
You couldn't come to his wedding but you'll be more than pleased to attend his funeral, is that it? After the funeral, there'll be the will.
And after the reading of the will, Mother may become a very, very rich woman.
So let's all be nice to Mother in her grief.
That is a sick thing to say.
Is it? Well, the truth isn't always pleasant.
And you, the epitome of truth.
Like in court under oath when my father was on trial for his life.
Well, the jury obviously believed me even if my daughter didn't.
That's right, I didn't.
And I still don't.
And I never will.
Thanks for coming to offer your condolences, Fallon.
And don't bother to come to the funeral.
You won't be missed.
Not by me.
Is that the threat of a woman who may become very rich? Because if it is, it's as empty as you are, Mother.
Blake is worth millions, so I hardly need anything from you.
God, Mother, I can just feel what you're going through.
All that money and power riding on a few lines in Cecil's will.
Is Alexis in? Or is Alexis out? How was the ride, darling? It was good.
But not as good as this.
Come on.
You didn't come home early from the office just to go galloping off into the sunset.
- You had a reason.
- Yes, I did.
I wanted to come home because I had to think.
Oh, about this beautiful blond lady that I know and I'm interested in.
You might say that I'm-- I'm intimately interested in.
Fallon called.
She'll be late for dinner.
She say why? She had to meet someone at the hotel.
Business.
She's really gung ho about that thing, isn't she? I wonder how long it's going to last.
You're hoping not long.
Are you putting words into my mouth, Mrs.
Carrington? Me, Mr.
Carrington? Maybe.
Are you being honest with yourself about Fallon, Blake? Sometimes I think you treat her like she's one of-- One of her old dolls.
She's an adult and-- And what? And it's not that easy being Blake Carrington's daughter.
Oh, I know, I know the sacrifices.
This house and only two cooks and only two new cars in the past year.
Come on, I'm serious.
All right, darling.
Just what are you trying to tell me? I think she wants to be treated like a woman who's found a sense of self.
Like a worthwhile human being.
And maybe having a job could be helping her.
It helped me.
But you're different people.
We're both women.
I think I understand her.
She's asking you for something she really needs right now.
Maybe you're not listening.
Now look, she is my daughter and I know her very well.
And I know that she's doing this thing to cut Jeff out of her life.
I'm sorry.
I know her so well.
I had no choice in this thing.
It was a case of either indulging her in this hotel or she was gonna pick up her baby and leave.
Look at it this way.
Maybe if she gets a taste of the hard work and the frustrations of running a business, she'll look at Jeff and her baby in a new light.
I hope you're right.
Blake.
Try to understand her and love her.
Bend a little.
Could you do that for me? All right.
I'll try.
Now, would you do something for me? Will you rub my neck? Right here, please.
Please.
It's ironic, isn't it? Steven and now Fallon.
Both my own children want out of my life.
Just out.
And yet this-- This fake.
What's-his-name, Torrance.
He'll try anything to fight his way in.
No, operator.
It's not a business phone.
I'm sorry I don't have a home address.
I don't even know if she lives in Denver.
I just want you to check it out.
Alexis Carrington.
- So here you are.
- Hello.
Sketches.
- A few.
- What took you so long? Well, they're very rough.
Probably have to blame a slight champagne hangover.
Oh, that was your idea.
Oh, yes, so it was.
And I enjoyed it.
There, now.
What do you think? They're terrific.
But we might have one little problem, though.
- What? - I just ran into your manager.
Oh, right.
The king of status quo.
What did he want? Well, he collared me.
Wanted to know what we were up to.
So I explained the whole concept.
And he didn't like it.
Well, let's put it this way.
I think you may expect a visit from him in the near future.
Fine.
Let him come.
I'll be waiting for him.
He'll find he has two choices: He either goes along with what I want or he goes.
I love this one.
Fallon.
I also had a chat with some of the regular clients.
And they all seem to agree that they like this place just the way it is.
You just said it, Billy, regular clients.
I'm looking for a whole regiment of new ones, live ones.
You said you're a mountain climber, right? Well, why do you do it? Original answer? Because they're there.
Well, this hotel is my mountain.
And I'm gonna make it to the top.
You may proceed.
Whatever you say.
- Mr.
Torrance, may I help you? - Yes, I'll be checking out tomorrow.
Oh, I thought you'd be staying with us indefinitely.
My business in Denver is finished.
At least for the time being.
- Well, of course, I'll prepare your bill.
- Thank you.
Sorry.
- Hello again.
- Again? I'm sorry, but-- We had a brief encounter in an elevator recently.
Oh, yes, the Denver-Carrington building.
Right.
And you've been looking for me ever since.
Oh, right again.
To say it was nice meeting you then and now, and ciao.
Hey, I was just putting you on.
Well, that's terrific.
Because I'm putting you off.
I have to go.
Where? - Home.
- Do you work here? Yes, I do.
And I'm very tired.
Too tired to let me buy you a drink? A very quick one? No strings.
Michael Torrance's word of honour.
And I am sorry.
I mean, about my behaviour in that elevator.
There you were, proverbial damsel in distress, suffering a panic of claustrophobia.
Which I did try to cure, in my way.
You're no Sigmund Freud.
I'd better go.
Oh, it seems they insist we have another round.
You didn't happen to signal him, did you, Montana? You remembered.
And, yes, I signalled him.
Because I wanna continue this probe of your claustrophobia.
So where else, besides elevators, I mean, do you get that closed-in sensation? Drugstores.
Interesting.
Small drugstores especially.
Very interesting.
Where else? I guess that's it, mostly.
Drugstores and elevators.
How about in bed? Meaning? Meaning? Do sheets and quilts and blankets do it to you? Only in July.
You could throw in August too.
And how about nightgowns during those two hot months? I don't wear clothes to bed.
Now how about that? Neither do l.
Summer, winter, spring and autumn.
- Man for all seasons.
- Man for all seasons.
You see.
We're on the same wavelength.
Because we say the same thing and-- I think that's the last round.
I still don't know your name.
I know you don't.
So the Denver business community was sad today about the death of Cecil Colby, one of America's wealthiest oil giants.
Mr.
Colby succumbed to a heart attack at Denver Memorial Hospital only moments after marrying Alexis Carrington, former wife of Blake Carrington, the man who heads up Denver-Carrington.
Here we see the widowed Mrs.
Colby leaving the hospital only moments after the tragedy.
Three-oh-five needs an extra key.
- Mr.
T orrance.
- Forget about making out my bill.
I've changed my mind.
I won't be checking out tomorrow after all.
I have things to do.
I like what your employer in New York says about you taking care of twins.
- Your references are very good.
- Thank you.
Jeff, come on in.
I want you to meet Mrs.
Charles.
I think we finally found our nursemaid for little Blake.
- How do you do? - Mr.
Colby-- - Oh, my.
- Let me get these for you.
Oh, dear.
Thank you very much.
Thank you for coming by for the interview.
Either Mrs.
Colby or l will be in touch with you as soon as we've made our decision.
Ellen? Could you show Mrs.
Charles out, please? - Goodbye, Mr.
Colby.
- Goodbye, Mrs.
Charles.
What do you mean, "when we've made our decision"? I already have.
- You're ready to hire her? - Yes.
Oh, forget it, Fallon.
Didn't you smell her breath? She'd been drinking.
That's your imagination.
She was a sweet-- Whatever she is, I know the smell of alcohol.
Are you trying to imply that I can't hire a competent person? Jeff.
I know the last few days have been awful.
The funeral this morning was an ordeal for you.
- And for me, but-- - But we'll have to keep looking.
Then give me a break, will you? And help me hiring this nurse instead of fighting me.
Sure.
I'll interview them at the office while you're at the hotel.
Deal? I have already told you that I do not spend every minute of my life at the hotel.
Yeah.
What a surprise, you're here for a change.
I came home for lunch and to be with the baby for a little while.
A little while? You keep on throwing roadblocks at me and I'm gonna keep on throwing them back at you.
As far as a nurse goes, Jeannette will have to keep on looking after him for as long as it takes.
- Who is it? - Fallon.
Come in.
Hi.
Can I ask you a question about Jeannette? Well, if you mean, do I need her? No.
Good.
Then she can stay with the baby a little while longer? Well, it's not really up to me.
But if Jeanette wants to, fine.
I suppose you think I should be taking care of him myself.
No, that's not what I think.
That's what you'd be doing, right? Fallon, you do whatever you want to do.
But I won't lie to you.
If I were lucky enough to be in your position, I'd take care of the baby first.
Why do I always feel like you're judging me? Why can't anybody accept my choice? I do accept it.
Do you? I suppose you and my father have discussed this in whispered conversations about me.
We don't whisper, Fallon.
And all I've said to Blake about this is to give you a chance.
I'll bet.
Fallon, let's get this straight.
You came to my room.
I didn't come to yours.
So if you don't like what I'm telling you, why don't you just get out? Blake, I'm only following Mr.
Colby's last instruction.
All right.
But why is it necessary for us to be at the reading of his will? What the devil has it got to do with us? He asked very specifically that you both attend.
That is bizarre, Gerald.
It's more than bizarre.
Come on now, Gerald.
Come on.
You know something about this.
You drew up that will, right? That's right, I did.
But, actually, the request for you both to be there is not in those papers.
There's something else? - Yes.
- What? At the hospital, when Cecil decided to marry Alexis, we were together alone for a while.
He told me he had a premonition that he was gonna die.
And if he did, I was to go to his office, where I'd find a sealed envelope with instructions.
What's in the envelope? Well, we'll all know that tomorrow.
Excuse me, but I have a dinner engagement.
Thank you very much, Krystle, good night.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Good night, Gerald.
Well, can you figure this out? What Cecil wanted from us, they practically arranged it on his deathbed.
No, I can't figure it out.
We started out as friends and we ended up as enemies.
But that's the way it is in life with a lot of people.
But that bad feeling is usually buried at the funeral of one of them.
Now suddenly, this.
This-- This call from the grave.
Well.
As Gerald said, "We'll know all about it tomorrow morning.
" We're going? Yes.
Yes, we're going.
Mr.
Carrington will need those papers for a meeting concerning the hotel later today.
Here they are.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Did I just hear you just mention the name Carrington? You did.
Good morning to you.
My name is Michael and you are Mr.
Anders.
Can I buy you a cup of coffee, Mr.
Anders? No, thank you.
I've already had my quota for the day.
How about a few minutes of your time? What exactly is it you want? How well do you know the Carringtons? Very well.
I manage Mr.
Carrington's household.
I see.
Well, I'm an attorney and I'm looking for information concerning Alexis Carrington Colby.
It's an important matter, so the more I know about the woman, the better.
Young man, if there's anything at all you want to know about that woman, ask her yourself.
Okay.
I'll have to do that.
Good morning, Katherine.
Oh, Mrs.
Colby.
Good morning.
- Where is everyone? - You're the first.
Mr.
Wilson called.
He's on his way.
Do you know exactly how many are coming? I wonder about the chairs.
I have no idea.
Mr.
Wilson made all the arrangements.
Yes, of course.
What are you doing here? I was expecting to meet Blake.
I see that he's not here.
I'll wait outside.
I asked you a question.
What are you doing here? I was invited.
By whom? Cecil.
That's impossible.
This is not a cocktail party, this is the reading of his will.
I know it seems strange, but he left the invitation with Gerald Wilson.
Tell me, Krystle, just what possible connection is there between you and my husband? Connection? I don't know what you mean.
Don't play the innocent with me, Krystle.
I know how ambitious you are.
I've seen how high you place your aims.
Very high.
Aren't you confusing me with someone else, Alexis? - Who? - Yourself.
Of course.
I see it all now and it doesn't surprise me.
You knew Cecil before you knew Blake, didn't you? And you pursued him.
But it didn't work out, did it? Because God knows you're not his type.
So when that failed, you turned your charms on to Blake.
Isn't that it? Isn't that why you're here? You know something, Alexis? Every time I think you've sunk about as low as you can go, you surprise me.
You completely and thoroughly surprise and disgust me.
Have I hit a nerve in that oh-so-serene body of yours? You're the one with nerve, Alexis.
When you couldn't take Blake away from me, you went after Cecil and his billions.
Nothing could stop you.
Even if it meant marrying him on his deathbed.
Are you insinuating that I forced Cecil to marry me in the hospital? Are you accusing me of killing my husband? No, I'm not.
That never occurred to me until you just mentioned it.
"And to my housekeeper and cook of 1 7 years, Mrs.
Helen Byron, I leave the sum of $1 0,000 and a year's salary.
And to my loyal and faithful secretary, Katherine Malley, I leave the sum of $50,000 and my eternal gratitude.
The remainder of my estate, including my mansion and my triplex penthouse apartment, I leave to Alexis Carrington, who will soon become my beloved wife, along with all of my personal possessions, including all my business holdings, if she has given me an heir to perpetuate the Colby name.
If my wife does not produce an heir, I leave half my business holdings to her and half to my nephew, Jeffrey Colby.
Though we had differences during my lifetime, he is still a Colby.
Should Jeffrey Colby predecease my wife, Alexis, his share of my holdings shall be held in trust for Jeffrey's son, Blake Carrington Colby, to be administered and controlled by my wife until my grandnephew reaches age 21.
" Those are the stipulations of the will, but I also have further instructions.
"Blake Carrington.
My only regret is that I'm speaking to you from my grave.
But now I can tell you that I have hated you totally from the day you stole my beloved Alexis away and married her.
Well, you will see my revenge now when Gerald Wilson places this cassette into this player.
Especially you, Krystle.
I want you to know that the man you married is not invincible.
" I've had enough of this farce, Rhinewood.
If you think I'm gonna sit still while you try to take over Denver-Carrington, then you really are a maniac.
I run this company and I've run it well.
And I'm not gonna let it go, do you understand? I'm gonna find out who you are, and when I do, I'm gonna destroy you.
That tape must've been made in Las Vegas months ago.
What's it doing here? "l devoutly hope, Blake, that you are feeling some of the pain you've caused me.
Well, now my wife and l have found a way to pay you back.
I am Logan Rhinewood.
I haven't achieved my goal of control of Denver-Carrington, but that I leave in the hands of the woman who shares my dedication, my wife, Alexis.
I'm confident she will find a way to bring you to your knees.
" Signed, Cecil Colby.
That concludes the reading of this will.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
Take Krystle and wait for me outside.
- Why? - Please, darling, do that.
So.
You were in on this Rhinewood masquerade right from the beginning, weren't you? Blake, I knew nothing about it, I swear to you.
You'd swear to anything.
I also heard you swear that you didn't make Krystle fall off that horse and lose our child.
I didn't think you could hurt me anymore, but this.
All right.
Try to take Denver-Carrington away from me.
Just try.
I'll fight you.
I promise you, I'll fight you for the rest of my life.
- Is everything all right? - Yes.
Yes, it's all finished now.
Blake, that car that came at you.
It was my uncle that ordered them to kill you.
- I can't believe it.
- Believe it, Jeff.
Let's get out of here, shall we? Damn you, Cecil.
Damn you for dying and leaving me to take care of this myself.
Bring Blake to his knees? How? What do I know about any of this? Excuse me, ma'am.
How long have you been standing here? For a moment.
Just a moment.
Do you mind telling me who you are? Well, there are times when I wonder, when I'm not all that sure anymore, but they call me Michael.
Michael Torrance.
Look, Mr.
Torrance.
I don't want to make a scene or have to call the security guards.
- I suggest you leave.
- I don't mean to frighten you.
I told you to leave.
Do you really want me to, without even wondering why I've come all this way to see you? - To see me? - Alexis Carrington.
- It's Alexis Colby now.
- Now, yes.
But not then.
On a fine September morning, a long time ago.
"All this way"? Where are you from? Montana.
A farm, an attorney's office.
I live on the farm, I'm a lawyer.
That's Billings, Montana.
A very dear old woman passed away there this week.
And she gave me something just before she died.
Where did you get this? From the old woman who said she was my grandmother.
The initials.
- They're not yours.
You said that-- - I said I was called Michael.
How long have you been in Denver? For nearly a week now.
Why didn't you try to contact me before? Well, at first I didn't know where to find you.
And then, when I did, I didn't want to bother you until after the funeral.
I know how you must be feeling.
This old woman who lived in Montana, what else did she tell you? That my father and mother were killed in a car accident here in Denver, nearly 26 years ago.
That their baby boy was killed with them.
That she buried them.
And that before she went back home, she saw me asleep in a carriage outside a shop.
And she picked me up and walked away with me.
"lt was a fine September morning," she said.
And as she got on the bus with me, it began to rain.
Sun shower.
"lt was as if the very skies were sharing her sorrow and her newfound joy," she said.
What else? What else did she say? She told me that my real name was Adam Alexander Carrington.
I know.
You don't believe me either.
Either? Who else have you told this to? The man she said was my real father.
Blake? - You've been to see Blake? - Yes.
Blake Carrington.
It was a very brief meeting.
He threw me out.
And I expect you to do the same thing, but before I go-- - Can I get you some water? - No.
Yes, yes.
No, I'm fine.
May I leave this with you before I leave? Where are you going? Back to the hotel I'm staying at.
La Mirada, do you know it? Yes, I've heard of it.
Well, that's where I'll be until this time tomorrow, so-- If you can find it in your heart to believe me, would you come and see me? Or maybe just phone.
If you can't believe it, I'll understand.
I'll go back home and be who I was, who I expected I would always be.
But at least I'll go with one very special memory, of one miraculous moment in my life when I looked into the eyes of my real and very beautiful mother.
Adam? Is that you? Is it really you?