Dynasty s03e11 Episode Script

Good morning.
May I ask what you're doing here at the crack of dawn? Since when are you so concerned about my beauty sleep? You're flying up to south Borneo to talk to the foreman of that rig about Steven.
I'm coming with you.
I'm flying up there with Dan Cassidy, and I plan on talking to that foreman by myself.
Oh, no, Blake.
No, you don't.
You see, I'm not the poor, cast-off little wife any longer, just content to survive on the crumbs from your table.
Yes, that's right.
You're the wealthy Alexis Colby now, aren't you? I'm the very wealthy Alexis Carrington Colby.
Steven Carrington's mother.
So if you don't want me on your plane, I'll charter my own.
Or I'll buy one, and the pilot to fly it, and I'll fly up there myself because nothing or no one is going to prevent me from finding out everything there is to know about Steven.
Particularly not the loving father who drove him away in the first place.
Come in.
- Morning.
- Morning, Dan.
- Oh, good morning.
- Good morning.
- Ready to leave, Mr.
Carrington? - Yes, I am.
How far is it to south Borneo, Mr.
Cassidy? Oh, 350 miles, give or take a few.
Excuse me, but are you planning to go along with us? Mrs.
Colby's going with us.
Fallon? It's Steven, isn't it? Hey, come on.
Your father is so sure he's alive.
Steven will be back.
I'm not so sure about that.
Oh, why did Steven have to die? Don't upset the baby.
Or yourself.
Look, do what I do.
I tell myself he may still be alive.
And I remember him alive.
The three of us playing those Let's Pretend games up in the attic on rainy afternoons.
- Remember? - Yeah.
You know, sometimes when sad things happen, people are brought together.
They realise that their differences are not all that important.
So-- Maybe it'll be like that now.
With you and Jeff getting together again.
- No, Kirby.
- Why no? Because what's between Jeff and me is a mistake.
A basic mistake that never should have happened.
Are you so sure about that? I am.
Look, why don't you change for dinner while l-- While I take over? I'm not hungry.
This whole house is so lonely.
Except for in here.
Why don't you take the day and the night off and go to the movies or something? I just wanna stay here with my son.
Okay.
Feel better.
- Kirby.
- Herself.
How's my son? He's fine.
Except that he's illegally handsome.
And right now, even as we speak, there are hundreds of girl babies here in Denver lying in their cribs not knowing how, in about 1 8 years, their hearts are gonna be broken.
- What's the matter? - I'm a little tired.
And angry? That I barged in on you? I didn't mean to.
There's no one outside.
They seem to have all gone home.
They left a few minutes ago.
You're welcome anytime.
Well, no wonder you're beat.
Look at this.
And I thought they overworked us at the Sorbonne.
As a matter of fact, they did.
At which point, I'd say to someone, usually male, "How about taking in a double feature? Dutch?" Thanks, but no.
Well, you know, we could order up some sandwiches and watch TV here together.
No, l-- It's my father, isn't it? He had an oh-so-serious talk with you about me.
- Now, look, Kirby-- - Oh, don't worry about it.
We've settled that between us.
You see, he thinks I'm Sabrina.
Do you remember that movie with Audrey Hepburn? Well, I'm not Sabrina.
I'm me.
And I choose my own friends.
I want you to be one of them.
We always have been friends.
You know that.
Sure.
We climbed dozens of trees together.
That bonded us for life.
We can forget about the movie, go find a new tree.
No, I'm sorry, but I have a lot of work to finish.
Okay.
Then I'll go find one myself.
And climb it.
And pretend it's the old days.
It's dark out there.
You should be home.
You're the one who's busy and tired.
Not me.
This was left for you at the front gate by your brother-in-law.
Is he still there? He dropped it off with the guard and drove away.
"Sorry I scared you.
I just got sore at being tossed out by somebody I was related to once.
Anyway, I got your message via Mark.
And your help.
So don't worry, you won't be seeing me again.
"' What help, Mark? I don't know what he's talking about.
Mark, what help? I remember Frank from the old days, Krystle.
With your sister.
The trouble that he used to put lris through.
The pain.
And I figured the best thing to do was to get him out of town as fast and as far away as he could go.
So I sent him on his way.
Gave him a few bucks.
Well, Frank laughs at "a few bucks.
"' How much did you give him? A thousand.
- What? - Yeah, and he didn't laugh.
He took off.
Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it? Yes, to get rid of him, but to buy him off? Never.
This is the kind of man that would-- - It was my problem, Mark.
- And mine too.
I didn't want him anywhere near where he could hurt you.
Besides, l-- I owed you a thousand.
A little bit more, when l drew that money out of our joint account, went to Mexico.
Well, I'm just glad that I got a chance to finally pay you back.
Okay? Account settled.
I appreciate why you did it, but I can't accept it.
Krystle, I don't want that.
For once in our lives, it's what I want.
It's nice to see you're wearing the locket again.
At least something of our past still matters to you.
The picture of me inside, it's not still there? I replaced it.
With a picture of Blake.
That's right.
I must tell you, sir, that Mr.
Bartell was very badly burned in the explosion.
He's in great pain, and I will not allow him to be questioned too long.
Of course, doctor.
It's necessary to put these gowns on.
They're sterile.
Mr.
Carrington, while you're in there with him, I think I'll call Operations.
- Check on the air-sea search, okay? - Good.
Mr.
Bartell.
I'm Blake Carrington.
Steven's father.
And I'm his mother, Mr.
Bartell.
Can you tell us what happened on your rig? What happened? There was this sudden explosion.
Fireball.
Men were shouting, screaming.
I got lucky, I guess.
I blanked out.
And here I am.
What--? What about Steven? All I remember is that the shift was changing.
Five men were coming on.
Well, was my son one of them? Yeah.
Your son Steven, and Ben Reynolds.
Ben.
He was the only one of our crew your son ever talked to.
As far as the rest of us were concerned-- What, Mr.
Bartell? --he was quiet.
A loner.
We all figured that he was running away from something in his life.
Excuse me, excuse me.
Can I speak to you a moment, please? Thank you very much.
We'll let you rest now.
I've just heard from one of our boats and they tell me that three of the bodies have been recovered.
- Not Steven? - No.
The two they haven't found are your son and his friend Reynolds.
We know they were together.
They were working in the same area on the rig when it blew.
Yes, and? Well, Mr.
Carrington, I guess somebody's gotta say it.
Since there hasn't been any trace of your son or Reynolds, we think they were blown off that rig and, obviously, drowned.
What do you mean, "obviously"? That's what you think, right? That's-- That's speculation, right? - Well-- - I don't give a damn what you think.
I want facts, do you understand? I want facts.
I'd say you have the facts.
Now, you listen to me.
I know this part of the world.
I know there are hundreds of uninhabited islands out there.
My son was a strong swimmer.
He could have reached one of-- The aerial search covered all those islands.
- The sea, everything.
- Well, cover it all again.
And once again, and I'll pay for the cost.
Until I see my son's body, I will not give him up for dead.
Okay.
Oh, Blake.
Why? Why, Fallon? Why has it been so wrong? So rotten for us.
I couldn't find a tree.
A suitable one.
So I went to the movie down the street.
And I wonder, can I hitch a ride home? Jeff? Did you hear me? What? Have you been drinking? No.
Well, I'll drive.
I think I'd better.
You sure--? I'm fine.
It was a really good movie.
The one I stayed for anyway.
Terrific plot, you know? About real relationships.
There was this girl who loved this man.
Though she never spoke it.
She couldn't.
And the man, needing and deserving love-- Because he was just as caring a person as she was.
They couldn't break down the deep but unnecessary barriers between them.
Actually, it was a pretty dumb movie.
You're lucky you missed it.
"She never spoke it.
The man needing love.
The deep but unnecessary barriers between them.
"' Why? Why didn't you ever tell me this before? About us? Because I never dared to.
And you've always loved me? Yes.
Always.
Oh, Fallon.
Fallon.
No.
Fallon, come back.
Kirby.
Adam, would you please let go of me? What's the matter? - Please let go of me.
- Not until you tell me what's wrong.
All right.
I started on this stupid diet this morning.
I haven't eaten all day, and I'm famished.
And I always cry when I'm famished.
I knew a girl like that once.
She dissolved in her own tears.
Nothing left but a pound of damp salt.
Look, I was heading upstairs to go over this dull file.
But I've got a much better idea.
A restaurant in the sky, where a famished and very pretty girl can have whatever she wants to eat.
Are we on? Come in.
Mrs.
Colby.
Mr.
Carrington, I've got something they found floating near the explosion site.
What is it, Dan? Well l'd-- I'd rather you open it.
You see, these jackets are standard-issue.
for all the rig crew members.
- Oh, no.
- This doesn't mean anything to me.
I want the search for my son to continue, do you hear? He must have got hit by something during the explosion.
They're bloodstains.
You heard what I said.
Continue the search.
- Tell everybody.
- Mr.
Carrington-- - Continue the search.
- I can't do that.
- You what? - And neither can the other men.
They've all got other jobs they've got to get on to.
Work has been piling up.
They've been putting it off.
Me, I'd like to do more to help, but I've really done all I can.
Now, do you understand what I'm saying? I understand.
You're quitting.
We've got to.
It's useless to go on.
- It's hopeless.
- All right, I'll get other men to do it.
Better men.
Well, that won't be easy out here.
You're in Java.
Especially in this kind of weather.
You know there's a typhoon coming up.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry about everything.
Stop that crying.
There's no need to cry.
No need to cry? How can you say that? Our son is dead, Blake.
He's still alive somewhere.
I know it.
- Do you? - Yes.
I gave up once on Adam.
It turned out he was alive.
I'm not going to give up on Steven.
Are you using this as an excuse, Blake? Beymer.
Beymer, is that his name? Do you hate me so much that you can't even share our grief? No, no, no, it's not Beymer.
It's-- It's like Beymer, but it's not Beymer.
What are you talking about? A man.
A man whose name that-- What man? A man who could be very important to us.
I'm talking about us.
I asked you a question.
Is this an excuse? Tell me.
What was your excuse with Adam all those years ago? I needed you then.
I needed your support.
What I got was a husband who withdrew into himself.
Who built himself his own strange tower of strength.
Blake.
You're only fooling yourself if you think that Steven is still alive.
Because underneath it all, you're afraid as I am.
Admit it, admit it.
You can't, can you? You'd rather die yourself than confess to a human emotion like fear.
Because, to Blake Carrington, fear equates with weakness.
That would never do, would it? Dehner.
It's-- It's Dehner, not Beymer.
Yes, that's it.
Dehner.
It's not Beymer.
Dehner.
- Who's Dehner? - He's a psychic.
- A what? - He's a man of extraordinary powers.
I've read about him.
I saw him once on television.
- I believe he comes from California.
- And you think he's gonna help you? Help us.
Maybe he can help us.
He's helped other people.
Lots of them.
Now, several years ago, there was a child missing.
He'd wandered away.
And the parents called in this man, Dehner.
He sat with the parents for a couple of days, and then he said that he felt the boy was in a bottomless pit.
Well, they began a search and they found him.
In an abandoned quarry.
And the boy was still alive.
Look at this, Blake.
Look at this.
I'm not buying that.
That jacket is not my son.
Steven is dead, Blake.
My son is dead.
And if his father won't cry with me, then I'll cry alone.
With only this jacket for company.
Because that's all I have left of him.
Dehner.
Dehner.
California? To look for a psychic? That's all I know, Krystle, that's-- That's what Blake wants.
It's-- At least that's what he wants when he-- Called.
Jeff? What is it? No, I am-- No, I'm okay.
No, you're not.
I don't know, it-- Maybe I'm not.
I-- I don't know what's wrong with me tonight.
I'm not talking about tonight.
I'm talking about the past few days.
- You're not well.
- No, no.
I'm fine.
You're obviously not up to flying to California tomorrow and looking for that man.
Joseph, get Dr.
Winfield on the phone.
And then please phone Paul.
Tell him I'll be flying to Los Angeles in the morning instead of Mr.
Colby.
Jeff.
Jeff.
You fib so easily.
Not happening to mention that the restaurant in the sky just happens to be the very apartment where you live.
Deception.
Deception.
You know, I learned one thing along the primrose, if not entirely prim, path that I've been forced to travel sometimes.
Deception is part of their game plan.
Men's.
Was it Jeff who deceived you tonight? Was that the true reason for those hungry little tears? Who's Jeff? Oh, Jeff Colby.
Fallon's Hamlet of a spouse.
No.
No way.
I don't quite believe you, Kirby.
Well, would you believe that l want to dance more than anything? With you.
I'd like some music, please.
Isn't there any music in this tower? Please.
Or I'll have to find a proper escort with proper music so-- Oh, it's all wrong.
Luscious girl like you, a nursemaid.
To maybe the richest baby in the whole world? Is that so bad? No, rich is money in the bank.
And my nephew's money is all in his granddaddy's pocket.
Oh, no.
You see, when the baby was born, his granddaddy put a great big chunk of the company-- --in his name.
And I don't call that poor.
Well, that makes two of us.
We're really kind of alike, aren't we? Two people who didn't grow up with the privileges of rich kids.
But two people who also knew what they wanted.
And how to go after it.
Do you want me? Want as in desire? No.
What I desire more than anything in the world right now is to dance.
There was a time a few days ago, I was out at the house.
And I saw you dancing alone.
And I told you then you were going to want me.
Remember? No.
- Adam.
- Remember now? I have to go.
No! No! Don't want-- Leave me alone.
Let me go home.
What--? What are you doing? Stop.
Stop it.
Please! What are you--? No! No.
What are you doing? Phoning for a taxi.
I'll drive you.
No.
Look, Kirby, I'm sorry that it all happened.
That I lost control.
And If you are concerned about my respect for you, it hasn't suffered at all.
Your respect for me? Means less than nothing.
My respect for myself, that's what suffered.
- Look, I said I'm sorry.
- Oh, save it.
I'm not blaming you.
I'm blaming myself.
I've had champagne before.
I wasn't dragged here forcibly.
I simply made a stupid mistake earlier this evening, and then I doubled it by coming here with you.
Now I'm going to phone for a taxi and go home.
Jeff.
I spoke with Dr.
Winfield.
He said you were gonna be fine.
Yeah, that's right.
I have no fever.
No fatal disease.
And nobody ever died from overwork.
Do you need anything? - Can I get--? - No.
Look, I'm really concerned about you.
You don't have to worry, Fallon.
I'll survive.
I hate to disappoint you, but that's the way it is.
Kirby.
- Where have you been? - Out.
- Kirby.
- Good night, Papa.
Kirby.
Good movie? I know it was a long movie.
Yeah, it was.
You look drained.
Did it get to you that much? I don't understand why I look the way I do.
It was a comedy of errors.
Just like life.
Alfred has brought the car around.
Thank you, Joseph.
Here, you want another one? Do you want another one? No, huh? You're driving a car.
You should be in bed, shouldn't you? Well, if you're worried, don't be.
A slight case of fatigue isn't even slightly contagious.
I wanna see my son for a few minutes in case he's worried too.
News really travels around this house.
Okay, okay, I'll put you down.
I wasn't well last night, Kirby.
Something happened between us at the office.
Something I remembered this morning when I woke up.
I was tired.
I was dead tired.
My nerves were shot, and they were playing tricks on me.
When you came in the office, I didn't really see you.
It was Fallon.
Suddenly it seemed to be Fallon.
- And when I kissed you, l-- - You thought you were kissing Fallon.
- Yes.
- Well, what's the big deal? What's a friendly kiss between friends? Shouldn't you get back to your bed and de-fatigue or whatever it is you have to do? You understand, then? Sure I do.
You love Fallon.
I love Fallon.
The baby here loves Fallon.
She's very lucky.
She'll realise that one day.
She doesn't realise how lucky she is.
We'll be landing shortly, so may I get you another drink? No, thank you.
- Will you be staying in L.
A.
a while? - Yes.
Yes, I will.
- How long? - I don't know yet.
Well, I'm going on to Denver.
I feel I should extend to you one final courtesy.
That being what? As soon as I get back, I'm going to have a memorial service for Steven.
You can either attend or not as you see fit.
You are not going to arrange that, do you hear? You won't do that.
Memorial services are for the dead, not-- Do you understand? Understand? What I understand is that the only emotion that I feel for you is pity.
You've cracked, Blake.
The redoubtable Blake Carrington has lost his mind.
He thinks that the son that he sent away is still alive.
He has to think that.
To preserve the remnants of his tormented mind.
Well, Steven is dead, Blake.
Because when you sent him away, you killed him.
You say you feel your son is calling out to you.
Yes.
Yes, I do.
I feel it very strongly from the bottom of my soul.
You see, I know nothing about your son, sir, other than his name.
Steven.
So I can feel nothing about him at this time.
Is there something--? Anything that you have with you that belongs to him? No, l-- Wait.
Wait, I have a letter that he wrote to his sister.
Faint.
Very faint contact.
It's not enough.
A minute ago, you said, "Something that belongs to him.
"' Now, would his possessions help? I mean, his clothes, his books, his surroundings, his room? Maybe.
And maybe not.
Mr.
Dehner, please come with us to Denver.
We've got to try.
We've got to take a chance with-- Please.
I won't be able to leave until tomorrow.
Well, my wife and I will wait.
Krystle? Of course.
Mr.
Carrington, is there somewhere I can be alone to continue concentrating on this letter? Yes, we have a bedroom cabin back there.
Tom, show Mr.
Dehner where that is, please.
Yes, of course.
Right this way, sir.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
The doctor did say that Jeff was going to be all right? Yes, he did.
I want you to know, Krystle, that-- That your going to California, your being with me, means a great deal to me.
Well, you look better.
Relieved, now that Mr.
Dehner's coming back to the house with us.
I am.
He's an honest man, Blake.
He said it himself, that his-- His powers, whatever, don't always work.
But they will.
They will this time.
Don't worry about it.
- Blake-- - You doubt him, don't you? Well, I don't.
I can't.
I'm sorry.
I'm very sorry.
Nothing to be sorry about.
That's very pretty.
What a beautiful locket.
It was my grandmother's.
I've always loved it.
Oh, that's why I'd never seen it before.
Well, it's a long story.
Mark hocked it when we were married.
And he knew it broke my heart.
So one day he got it out of hock, and he kept it.
Then he gave it back.
Was this when you were married? No.
The other day.
- I thought it was a nice gesture.
- Oh, you think so? - Blake, he was just making amends.
- Oh, really, it doesn't matter.
Not one bit.
I have other things to think about.
More important things.
I'm not certain about what I have, but I'll certainly look and see.
Oh, Joseph.
- Have you prepared Steven's room? - Yes, I have.
Mr.
Dehner, William will show you the way.
Thank you.
Remember, the more personal the object, the more valuable it is to me.
I'll see you in a while.
Daddy.
- Hello, darling.
- Oh, Daddy.
- I'm so sorry.
- Hey, now, now.
No tears.
Now, Steven's not dead.
He's alive.
That's what Mr.
Dehner is doing here.
He's here to help us find him.
What do you mean, alive? What are you talking about? Well, Mr.
Dehner is a psychic.
And he's helped other people in situations like this, just like this.
How's Jeff? He's gone back to work this morning.
- Good.
- I'm not so sure about that.
He's still acting strangely.
I don't know what's happening to him, but he's not the same young man we both know.
Katherine.
Katherine.
- Katherine! - It's Adam.
Katherine's down the hall with the other girls celebrating somebody or other's birthday, remember? Are you housecleaning, Jeff? It's a bit messy.
I was looking for the file on the Garvey site.
What happens to things around this place? Hey.
Calm down.
You gave that to me to handle three days ago, and it's been handled.
- Sorry, I was wrong.
- What about? About this office.
Taking it away from you.
It's your office.
Your prerogative.
There's something about it.
I don't know, maybe it's the damn colour that's depressing me.
Well, blame me, Jeff.
I chose it.
There are-- There are shadows in it.
I see faces that stare at me.
Anyone I know? Sorry, bad joke.
Jeff, I did choose it.
And l was obviously wrong in choosing it.
But when I make a mistake, I like to correct that mistake.
So I'll see to it that it's changed, all right? Blake.
Are you going into Steven's room? You haven't been in there since the night he left.
Yes, it's true, I haven't been.
But I am going in there now.
To join Mr.
Dehner? Yes.
And I'm bringing him Steven's watch.
Why? Is there something wrong? Blake.
You've flown halfway around the world with practically no sleep.
Now, can't this wait until you get some rest? Why don't you say it? You don't believe in any of this.
Come out and say it.
You think I'm wasting my time.
It's not belief or disbelief.
It's concern.
My concern for you.
The way you're driving yourself.
Please keep you voice down.
And please keep your negative thinking away from this room and away from this hallway.
I don't want that man's concentration hurt.
Please.
If your son is alive, Mr.
Carrington, he'll come to me here.
He will.
I know he will.
This the compound you want? That's exactly what I want.
Thank you.
- What are you gonna mix it with? - Paint.
No, I was gonna ask you, what will you be painting? The hull of my boat.
Then this stuff should do it.
- But just let me remind you-- - To be careful of the fumes.
They're poison.
They can really mess up your mind after a while.
And if you breathe them long enough, even kill.
Yes, I know all that.
It's very much on my mind, in fact.