Dynasty s03e08 Episode Script

-Good evening, Joseph.
Quiet night? - Very.
Even your grandson is sleeping straight through.
- Good.
- Good night.
Good night.
You're tired, aren't you, darling? Yes, I am.
Well, it's not unknown, getting tired or bored at a business dinner.
But I certainly could've used your help tonight.
Even a weary little smile every now and then.
I'm sorry.
I just didn't feel like smiling.
Come on.
Let's go have a brandy and talk.
I am tired, Blake.
I just need to get some sleep.
- Hello, Jeff.
- Blake.
Oh, how did it go at dinner? You ever had a dinner with a pack of sharks and barracudas anticipating a kill? They know that we face bankruptcy if the government holds back on our loan.
Oh, by the way, were you able to reach McVane? No, no, I've been trying all night.
His staff here in Denver thinks that he's in Washington and Washington thinks that he's here in Denver.
Meanwhile with every hour, we get closer to the deadline on that loan.
Can't they see it? Getting oil out of shale may cost more to produce right now, but it's a hell of a lot better than being gouged by those foreigners.
You know, I've been thinking, Blake, maybe we should go higher up.
After all, McVane is only a congressman.
Yeah, but he's a congressman who happens to have powerful connections.
He also happens to owe me a lot.
He'll come through.
He better come through.
Well, I'll get on it again first thing in the morning.
Thank you, Jeff.
I appreciate that.
Darling, what is it? What's troubling you? What's on your mind? Look, Krystle, I've got problems of my own at the moment.
- Not in the mood to play games, right? - That's right.
How about tennis, Blake? What are you talking about? I was at La Mirage.
I met Fallon's new pro, and I hear you did too.
Yes, I did.
That's funny.
You didn't bother to mention it.
What's there to mention about a man I just said hello to? Well, for openers, maybe his name.
Well, he said his name was Mark.
Yes, Mark.
Mark Jennings.
I was married to him once.
He didn't tell you? No.
No, I didn't know that.
I thought you knew.
I thought you and Fallon hired him.
Blake.
I love you so much.
I don't want anything to come between us.
Oh, why should it? Mark Jennings is a part of your past, just like Alexis is a part of mine.
Neither one of them is gonna do anything to us now, or our future.
Yeah, well, tell Fallon that.
She set it up.
Set what up? My meeting with him.
Well, Joseph gave me a message that somebody called and told me to meet you at La Mirage, but instead, I met him.
Well, what makes you think it was Fallon that set it up? It's her hotel, isn't it? It's my money behind the hotel, so I'll just have to see to it that he's fired.
Is that all right? That's not necessary.
I just needed to know that you weren't a part of this.
I'm glad we talked.
Come on.
Let's go back to bed.
Been at the hotel all night? Oh, last-minute details.
Party's tonight, remember? Fallon? Kirby.
Kirby, I heard you were coming.
Look at you.
What happened? Three years ago in Paris, you were this scrawny kid, and now you're competition.
I only wish Steven could see you now.
Papa wrote me about his leaving.
Where did he go? I don't know.
Spin the globe.
Your guess is as good as anybody's.
Well, the way he loved you, he'll come back.
Look at you, a mother now with the most adorable baby.
- Oh, I thank you.
He thanks you.
- He's gorgeous.
He's as handsome as Jeff and as beautiful as you.
Oh, an adorable, gorgeous, handsome-- - Beautiful.
-beautiful baby boy who needs his bath right now, which I'm going to give him before breakfast and take a little nap.
Can I help? I'd love to.
You know about babies? - Do I know about babies? - Sure, come on.
I spent last August sailing the Greek islands on a private yacht.
It was me and this other couple and their 4-month-old son.
And while the rich, super rich mommy and daddy pooped out on the poop deck, I took care of a little poop.
That's what I called him, the baby.
So I blew a kiss to the Eiffel Tower and flew home.
There, I've told you everything.
And you've told me everything, except about Jeff.
There's not much to tell really.
We're both here in the same house, but we're separating.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know.
Well, how could you? Besides, it's just the end of a mistake.
We're both on different wavelengths.
Well, at least you have your son.
I love babies.
It's so much fun looking after them.
Kirby, you wouldn't be interested in-- No, forget it.
You're overqualified.
It wouldn't work.
What wouldn't? I've been looking for someone to take care of Blake when I'm at the hotel.
A nanny.
You'd be perfect for the job.
You'd be doing me a big favour, honest.
I know you graduated from the Sorbonne.
- What kind of degree anyway? - Oh, you know, humanities.
It'll only be temporary.
And diapering on dry land has gotta beat doing it on the yacht.
- Well, okay, why not? - Oh, great.
Oh, that's great.
Now, about your salary.
Oh, we can talk about that later.
For now, I think this will be great.
Morning, Daddy.
Good morning, darling.
I passed Jeff in the hall.
He's leaving kind of early these days.
He's trying to track down Congressman McVane for me.
- Krystle? - She's having a tray in her room.
Fallon, Krystle told me last night that your new tennis pro is her ex-husband.
Did you know that before you hired him? No, not then.
I saw him playing tennis out on the court and I was very impressed.
So when he asked me for the job, I gave it to him.
When did you find out? Well, I couldn't miss it when Krystle barged in and made this big scene, accusing me of luring her out there.
I gather from your look she gave you a special evening performance of histrionics.
Then you weren't the one that left that message? No, I wasn't.
Fallon, this special-delivery letter just arrived for you.
Oh, my God, the handwriting.
It's from Steven.
He's in Hong Kong.
You're paying me for a lesson, so let's get out there and play, okay, Miss Colby? It's my hour, and I'd much rather sit and talk.
Anyway, I'm not in a sporty mood today.
Never am, in fact.
I much prefer games where the ball just falls into my lap rather than having to chase it.
Thank you.
Two iced coffees, please.
All right, so you've come to talk again.
What about this time? What else? You and Krystle.
You're not really serious about leaving Denver and forgetting about her, are you? - Maybe if you saw her.
- I did.
Oh, really.
Where? Here.
She said she'd got a message to meet her husband.
Oh, Blake was here? No, but I was.
Well, now that you've seen each other, have you decided anything? You know, you always played your best games in the old days when you had to come from behind.
How do you know that? I've read your tennis reviews.
Look, Mark, there's nothing to be ashamed of in a man still being in love with his own wife.
Fight Blake, hard.
He's in a very vulnerable position right now, or he will be quite soon.
Yes, I know there are millions of people in Hong Kong, Ralph, but use your contacts.
Check with the oil companies in the area.
Yes, all of them.
And see if anyone's ever heard of a Steven Carrington or a Ben Reynolds.
Yes.
Get back to me, will you? Blake, according to this, Steven's not in Hong Kong.
He gave it to a friend to mail for him.
Yes, but it is a lead, and it's the only one I have.
So I have to follow through with it, or as he puts it in the letter, he'll stay lost.
All right, it's what he seems to want for now.
"l work with a lucky guy named Ben Reynolds.
He's a real loner, no family.
He doesn't have to live up to anyone else's image of him.
Just his own.
" Obviously, my son still hasn't forgiven me.
Well, at least he wrote.
- To Fallon.
- Give him some time, Blake.
He'll get in touch with you.
How about some lunch? My treat.
And I promise not to keep you long.
I have a fitting at the costumers for the party tonight.
I'd love to, darling, but Jeff is still trying to contact Neal McVane, and I have to stick around for that.
Okay.
You know, we don't have to go to Fallon's party if you don't want to.
I mean, there's gonna be a big crowd and nobody will even miss us.
You'd be missed by Fallon.
Don't worry that I'll be uncomfortable there this evening with her or with my ex-husband.
And who knows, maybe he'll meet your ex-wife and they'll hit it off and go away together.
Or is that just a pipe dream? Devoutly to be smoked.
I'll be home as soon as I can.
Almost finished? Well, this panel and that's it, Mr.
Carrington.
This is top-of-the-line panelling.
How come you've painted over it? Because I like top-of-the-line paint.
Not too many offices use such a bright colour.
- You sure you wanted it? - Yeah, I'm sure.
I had it custom blended.
Do you mind? Tell you what I mind: the smell.
It's making me a little dizzy.
Well, then why don't you just get on with it and finish the job? Adam, I was told that this office is being redecorated.
Why? Mother, I was told by you to shake hands with Jeff.
I did, I meant it and we're friends.
This is a gesture of welcome to his new office.
Well, I'm surprised that you responded so quickly, but happy.
Well, I'm off to get flappered or flapped or whatever it is.
I'll see you later.
Adam, I'm glad that you took my advice about Jeff to heart.
We've got enough enemies in the world, darling, without inventing new ones.
Here's your dress.
If you need anything else, just call me, Mrs.
Colby.
Thank you.
Krystle, what a surprise.
Hello, Alexis.
I suppose you're here getting a costume for Fallon's party.
Yes, I am.
Clever of her to choose the '20s as a theme, don't you agree? Oh, those must have been the most wonderful, carefree days.
People innocently pursuing their pleasure-filled lives, unaware of what lay in store for them when the crash hit.
Don't you agree? What? You haven't been listening to me, have you? No, I guess I haven't.
Look, Krystle, since we're both going to be stuck here for fittings, and since we're both going to be at the same party, I think we might at least try being civilised to each other, for a change.
You may call this conversation civilised, but I call it hypocritical and boring.
Boring? Me? Temper, temper.
As my dear old auntie used to say: "When you're angry, count to four.
When you're really angry, swear.
"' Go on, Krystle, swear.
I'd adore to hear you say something colourful and foul.
Well.
I knew I should have called my own couturier but I figured it was only for one night.
Oh, damn.
So what? Are you really secure enough to be seen in the same costume as me? Why don't I call the manager? I'll have her find you something else.
I'm not worried about the competition.
If you are, change.
I've got an idea.
Why should we detract from each other? Let's flip a coin.
Heads or tails? - I'll toss.
- Heads.
Tails, you lose.
For now.
The party's not over yet.
Krystle.
How did you know I'd be here? I found out.
What do you want, Mark? - We need to talk.
- No, we don't.
Krystle.
Look, let's go someplace for coffee.
Try Brazil.
Krystle, this is important.
The way you took off from the hotel, there was no time to say anything.
We said it all, Mark, a long time ago.
All right, for the sake of what we meant to each other once.
Once was a lifetime ago.
The day you walked out on me was the day you gave up your right to say anything to me.
Ever.
Oh, that's fine.
Thank you, Ellen.
My God, you look beautiful.
You look very handsome with your red carnation.
You mean I don't look like a bootlegger out of the '20s? More like a very worried captain of industry.
Darling, that loan and that whole mess Forget Neal McVane.
Just for tonight.
Well, I just don't see why I can't reach him.
You know, ordinarily, I'd have no problem with-- All right.
All right, we'll just have fun tonight.
If you're game, I'm game.
Excuse me.
- Hi.
- Hello, darling.
- Any news about Steven? - No, no, not yet.
Looks like you're off to a fine start here.
- Better than I hoped for.
- Wonderful.
Just wonderful.
Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet.
Hi, Krystle.
Well, now that you're here, I can make my little speech and get that over with.
No.
Thanks.
Oh, yes.
I'll try some of that.
Thanks.
Excuse me, everybody.
Can I have your attention, please, just for a minute? I'll make this brief for all of your sakes.
First of all, I wanna thank my father, Blake Carrington, for his support in this venture.
I love you, Daddy, as if you didn't know.
As it said on your invitations, the only condition for being here is that you get happy, because that's what La Mirage is all about.
Just remember, the name of the game is pleasure so 23 skidoo and grab it.
- Alexis.
- Neal, darling.
Well, you look absolutely ravishing.
Oh, now that is a dangerous word, Neal, but allowed.
How about a little champagne before the party? I would love some.
- You're looking very well, Neal.
- Thank you.
Been a long time since you were on that junket to Spain and we used to do the flamenco all night.
Yes, but what I remember most fondly were those siestas.
The night is young, congressman.
I seem to remember you with long hair back then.
Oh, yes, well, that was back then.
I'm a Gemini.
I'm many different women.
So tell me about your trip to Washington.
- Was it successful? - Well, I got what I went for.
You don't seem too happy about it.
Alexis, I'm going to owe a lot of favours that I would rather not have to pay.
Really? Well, who knows? Things could change.
Why is it that however dashing a man looks, he never knows what to do with a black tie? We're gonna be late for the party.
Now there's a fabulous idea.
A bathtub full of gin.
A cup of martini.
No vermouth.
Daddy, this is Count Pierre de Chalon.
My father, Blake Carrington.
Pleasure, Mr.
Carrington.
Pleasure.
And his wife, Krystle.
A very beautiful name for a very beautiful woman.
Thank you.
Pierre's family own a couple of French Alps and I met him when I was skiing down one of them in Chamonix.
Now he's going to try skiing Aspen.
I hope you enjoy our slopes here in Colorado.
I'm sure I will.
Oh, Daddy, there's Dave Martin.
He's one of our best pros.
Would you introduce him to the count? Yes, yes, of course.
Cute, isn't he? Yes.
His eyes never left you.
He knows you're Blake's wife, so not to worry.
- Hi, darling.
- Hi.
You've done absolute wonders with this place.
- I adore it.
- Thank you.
You know Congressman McVane? No, but I do now.
Hello.
It's wonderful.
Everything is just wonderful.
Oh, Alexis, would you excuse me a moment? It was a pleasure meeting you.
Did Blake show up yet? He's around here somewhere.
Well, I'll probably bump into him.
I'll see you later, darling.
Excuse me.
Please tell the other waiters I have a thing about hot canapes.
If these start to cool, stir them around the kitchen for fresh ones.
I don't care if the tray is half-full still.
I'd settle for the kind of attention you're giving the help.
Are you trying to avoid me? Ask an intelligent question, you may just get an answer.
I'm very busy, Adam.
I just wanna tell you how great the place looks.
Big change since that day you and l first ran into one another, baby sister.
Bigger guys still don't buy it, brother.
A lot of things have changed.
Congratulations.
Your hard work is really showing tonight.
Do you mean that? - Yes, I mean that.
- Well, thank you, Jeff.
I agree.
Fallon's done a wonderful job.
Adam, I wanna know something.
About my office, why did you have it painted? Just a gesture of welcome, Jeff, that's all.
Well done.
Be careful with him, Jeff.
No, I mean it.
Don't ever turn your back on him.
That's not exactly party talk.
I'm serious.
Be careful.
Getting a little chilly out here.
Do you wanna go inside? No, I'm-- I'm gonna have to deal with this sooner or later.
Hello, Mark.
I understand you've already met my husband informally.
I'd like to make it official.
Blake, this is Mark Jennings.
Mr.
Carrington.
I'd still like to come up and play some tennis.
Anytime.
And I'd like to continue our dance.
Excuse us, please.
This is absolutely lovely.
You know, my daughter really does have very good taste.
She's a beautiful girl.
Somehow, I'm more interested in her mother.
Oh, tell me about it, congressman.
On second thought, tell me about it later.
Privately? Key to your heart? Oh, no.
It's the key to a little hideaway that I found.
I stole it from behind the front desk.
Beautiful thief.
Beautiful woman.
I'll drink to that.
Oh, I know this girl.
I've met her in France.
Kirby.
I'm so glad I spotted you at last.
I was hoping to run into a friendly face.
Oh, faces, that's us.
May I introduce you to Count Pierre de Chalon? He took one look at you and he said he thinks he knows you.
Did we not meet last year at a party in Monte Carlo? No, we didn't.
Yes, you were wearing a lovely purple gown.
Very Balenciaga.
No, it wasn't me.
You must have the wrong girl.
No, no, no.
The next day, you wore something suede and that evening, you were dancing barefoot on the table in the casino bar.
Oh, now you really must have the wrong girl, but it was nice to meet you anyway.
Excuse me.
Well, I guess she didn't go for your smooth line, Pierre.
It was no line.
I've seen that girl several times in Monte Carlo, in Deville and Nice.
Always with the same man.
Pierre, she works for us.
She's our major-domo's daughter.
I doubt she could afford your kind of dolce vita.
Well, whoever she is, Fallon, she gets around.
We haven't met.
I'm Adam Carrington.
Hello, I'm Kirby Anders.
Anders? Joseph's daughter.
Well, I've met your father, so I guess that makes us instant friends.
I guess so.
- Excuse me.
- Hey, don't rush off.
Well, I'd like to look around.
Excuse me.
And we're gonna do some-- - Enjoying yourself? - Yes, she is and she's with me.
Why don't we let her decide? How about it? Wanna dance? Yes.
Waiter.
You haven't misplaced that key, have you? No.
I haven't.
Fallon asked me to be sure to take a look at the new bar.
Let's go inside and see what's happening in there.
All right.
What are you doing, Fallon? Just taking a break from playing hostess.
Thinking about how everything's turning out tonight.
Big success.
Hope so.
No, I guess I know so.
Good.
Then let's have us another little drink to celebrate.
Okay.
I've already used up my quota, but just one more.
Yeah.
Blake? What's wrong? You look as though you've just seen a ghost.
Not a ghost, something more dangerous.
Damn sight more dangerous.
Come on.
What's the matter? You chicken? I'm okay.
To the hostess with the "mostest.
"' What are you doing? It's her big night, Jeff.
She's just a little drunk.
She's allowed.
Jeez.
Come on.
Where do we go from here? I don't know about you, but I'm going to get dry.
It's been fun.
Can I trust you not to break into a Charleston while I powder my nose? You can indeed, but if they start up with a tango, watch out.
Why the grin? Because the Alexis I once knew intimately is the same Alexis.
Only the same? More so, better.
Much better.
Why else are you grinning? Is it because I promised to support you so generously in your campaign for reelection? - Oh, that never hurts.
- Well, I can afford it.
Or rather Colbyco can.
My late husband never put himself out on a limb without making sure that there was enough ready cash to buy himself back to safety, unlike my ex-husband.
- Hello, Blake.
- Neal, I wanna talk to you.
- Now? - Now.
Why don't we all go into the bar? No, you go, Alexis.
We have some business to talk over.
All right, where the hell have you been? Why haven't I been able to reach you? Well, I have to get around, Blake.
You know that.
Election year, visiting constituents.
My time is running out on my loan.
What have you done about that? I'm sorry.
I should've contacted you, told you.
- Told me what? - I can't help you.
I tried every contact I had.
All I got was doors slammed in my face.
Strange.
My sources in Washington tell me that everyone you approached was willing, at least, to reconsider the loan.
- Your sources were wrong.
- Were they? I have other sources too, Neal.
Gossips, rumourmongers.
I mostly ignore them because they mostly disgust me, but sometimes what they say has an interesting ring of truth to it.
They said several things about you lately.
About some of your private carryings-on in Washington.
Now, maybe as a good citizen, I should have those rumours checked out.
And blackmail me? Oh, no, no.
Blackmail? I don't operate that way.
Let's call it survival.
My survival, my company's, my country's.
All right, Neal, you and l are going to talk right now.
What time is it? It's quarter of 2.
Oh, no, I have to get going.
I really do.
I'm sorry.
What's the rush? Allow me.
- Adam, please.
- Lovely.
So lovely.
It's just like silk.
Sorry about that.
- Are you okay? - Yes, I'm fine.
Now be careful driving home.
After all, you are my favourite little girl.
I'm not a little girl anymore.
Truly, I'm not.
That's for helping me out when I needed help.
My pleasure.
And believe me, America will be grateful.
I know that and you know that.
And what are you two titans talking about? Me? Comparing notes? As a matter of fact, we just finished talking about you, among other things.
And did I come out on top, as it were? Why don't you tell her, Neal? Yes, why don't you tell her, Neal? Alexis, I won't be able to accept your offer after all.
Say that again? Well, Blake and l, we already had an agreement.
I see.
So is that it? I'm afraid so.
Oh, Neal, you scum.
You double-crossing scum.
You'll be hearing from me, congressman.
Enjoy the title while you can.
Don't look so smug, Blake.
It's nothing I can't handle.
I wouldn't be too sure.
This time, your boudoir charms may have failed you.
Oh, well, there's always a first time for everything.
I wouldn't argue that, but from now on, you stay out of my life, do you hear? You keep out of my business, or so help me, you'll wish you had.
Krystle.
There's something you have to know.
We've got to talk.
Whatever it is, just say it.
My husband's waiting for me.
Come here.
Look, Krystle, you're with your husband.
You're not married to Blake Carrington, you're married to me.
You are drunk.
I've had a few, but you've known me to have more.
Yes, and I've known you to say more ridiculous things, to lie-- It's no lie.
Krystle, our divorce papers were never filed in Mexico.
You gotta believe me.
This is important to both of us.
We were never divorced.
You're lying.
If you think I'm lying, check.
You're not married to Blake Carrington, you're married to me.
We were never divorced.
Oh, my God.
It can't be true.
It can't be.