Dynasty s03e15 Episode Script

Blake? - Did Jeff come home, darling? - No.
- Did he phone? - No.
You didn't find him.
Well, it's past midnight.
I must have driven around three or four hours.
Not a sign of him.
How's Fallon? As well as she can be after an experience like that.
Those bruises on her throat, they're so ugly.
- I'll go up and talk to her.
- Blake.
She's locked herself in her room.
She said she wanted to be alone, to think.
Fallon? Fallon, please let me in.
Okay.
That's my baby.
Oh, Daddy.
You used to say that to me when I was little and I'd had a nightmare.
You'd come in and you'd say: "You just had a bad, bad dream.
Everything's gonna be all right.
"' I'd smile at you, and it was.
Yes.
I remember.
And then I used to say, "Back to bed, young lady.
"' Come on.
Oh, God, I didn't mean to lock you out.
I was just afraid Jeff might come back and try and finish what Mark stopped him from doing.
I'm sure that Jeff would have come to his senses even if Mark hadn't been here.
Oh, I can't believe that.
You didn't see the look in his eyes when he started to attack me.
Oh, God, how did I ever end up in this marriage? Darling, you did it to please me, to help me.
You didn't make me do it.
You didn't ask me to.
Daddy, I have to have that divorce.
Look at me and tell me that I can't, I shouldn't.
Fallon, I'm looking at my beautiful daughter who is very tired and very hurt.
Daddy, please, don't say I should sleep on it.
I've already made up my mind.
I'm looking at my daughter and I'm sharing in that hurt.
But please, don't decide anything, not until I can find Jeff and get to the bottom of this-- This behaviour of his.
Why doesn't somebody just say it? Insane behaviour.
He's insane.
Yes, and there's got to be a reason for it.
And I'm gonna find out what that is.
- Where the hell have you been? - Obviously, out.
And, as obviously, back now.
Come here, Adam, and sit down.
It's very late.
You're still up? Plotting something, Mother? How dare you use that word to me? Why not? We're both a bit Machiavellian at times.
In fact, much of the time, these days.
One might say one has been learning one's craft from a master.
A few hours ago, you threw what amounted to a blackmail threat at me.
- Did l? - Don't interrupt.
You threw a vile threat and then you stalked out of here before I had a chance to take that threat and slap it across your arrogant face.
- Meaning? - Meaning that didn't it occur to you that I would simply deny any complicity in this plot against Jeff? Your good-looking son-in-law who was so good to you after your husband of approximately five minutes expired.
Yes, I've heard that sweet and touching story.
Don't you get smart with me, Adam.
Cecil was my husband and he adored me.
And I loved him.
So don't you try and desecrate what I nearly had.
I'm sorry, Mother.
That was uncalled-for and wrong and I'm very sorry.
For that and for letting you believe that I'd ever want to place you in the remotest sort of jeopardy.
Really? Then why did you threaten me? Why? Let's say that, when you turned on me tonight, when you refused to accept my motives, that I was really doing what I thought was right for you, my bad temper flared.
Well, you said it once: "Be careful, Adam.
You've inherited your father's propensity for violence.
"' Well, I've cooled down now.
And I want to make you understand why I did what I did.
Be careful, Adam.
- This had better be very, very good.
- Good? I don't know about good.
All I know is that it's the truth.
You see, up until a few months ago, the word "mother" was just that to me, a word.
And then it became a reality.
In you.
A beautiful reality.
And along with all that joy came a great deal of bitterness.
Bitterness? What right do you have to be bitter? Is this apartment so hard to take? Your clothes? Your car? Your credit cards? The job that I created for you that I can just as easily take away.
That I was deprived of for so long.
Now, you can say, as you have, that you and Blake did everything, turned over every rock to find me after I was kidnapped.
We did.
But somehow and somewhere along the line, you didn't look hard enough, did you? I have told you a hundred times, Adam, that I never wanted to give up the search.
I begged your father, I pleaded with him, because I knew in my heart my baby wasn't dead.
But he wouldn't listen, would he? And so he gave up on the search sooner than he might have.
Tell me something.
Wasn't it partly because of his lack of feeling? Feeling for you.
What do you mean? Wasn't your marriage already beginning to disintegrate? No, it was not.
Our problems came after that.
Well, think of this, then.
After that, you had Fallon and then Steven.
He lavished a lot of love on them.
A lot.
But he sent you away.
And that's another reason why I wanted to punish him, the way you always wanted to punish him.
Was that so wrong? What's wrong is that you've involved another person in this.
- Jeff.
- Yes, Jeff.
To risk killing him, I cannot and I will not go along with it.
Why won't you believe me when I tell you there is not and never has been any risk to his life? Won't you believe your son about that, Mother? Or do I just walk away, become the lost Carrington again? Well? I believe you, Adam.
You're my son and I have to believe you.
Thank you.
Good night, Mom.
Morning, Jeff.
Jeff, I'd like to talk to you.
- I don't feel like talking, okay? - It's not okay.
- Sit down, Jeff.
- I'll stand.
You know what you've done.
- To Fallon.
- To Fallon.
We had an argument.
You might have killed her.
It got heavy, yes.
Heavy? What is wrong with you anyway? Well, damn it, answer me.
Jeff, I'm worried about my daughter.
Very worried.
But I'm worried about you too.
- Your behaviour the past few weeks-- - It's aberrant behaviour.
Isn't that the word you've all been using? Yes, it's been aberrant.
There's something wrong.
There's something seriously wrong.
- You wanna talk about it.
- Yes, I do.
And then condemn me for it.
- What? - You heard me.
Unless you're willing to condemn your loving daughter instead, blame her for what's happened, what's been happening.
Blame her? For what you did to her? - Your innocent little girl.
- Yes.
My daughter and your wife, and the mother of your son.
Son.
You really thrive on that word, don't you? How many times in the past, how many, have you sat me down on your proverbial lap and said: "Jeff, I love you as a son"? - I meant that.
- I'm sure you meant it.
Blake Carrington never says anything he doesn't mean.
But when the chips are down with me, I'm still an in-law, right? A son-in-law, right? A Colby.
Not a Carrington, a Colby.
The nephew of your dead but still mortal enemy.
Which means you're always going to side with your own family and against me! Now, don't say to me, "No, son.
That's not true, son.
"' I don't want you to ever call me that again.
Not ever.
Do you hear me? Well, that was a close call.
Mrs.
Gunnerson almost quit again.
She's probably getting tired of heating bottles for little Blake and Danny.
No, she said she was being overworked.
- Did you take care of it? - Oh, Joseph did.
He promised her two more days off, on Swedish national holidays.
That makes a grand total of five days.
Plus all the others, including Arbor Day.
It's nice to see you smile.
Oh, I can still manage that.
And why not? I've always wanted to go to Haiti.
Now you're going.
That's right.
Fast flight, fast divorce.
In a foreign country.
Maybe the State of Colorado could learn something from a foreign country.
Fallon, I understand how you feel right now.
I realise the nightmare you've been through.
There is no excuse for a man to attack a woman physically.
Well, there's nothing to talk about, then, is there? There is.
Because running off to Haiti could be disastrous.
If Mark hadn't gone to Mexico for our divorce, I wouldn't be in the mess that I am right now.
We can't even adopt little Danny until it's straightened out.
I'm going, Krystle.
Without really thinking about it? There's nothing to think about.
Look, Krystle, I have to do this for me.
I'd like you especially to understand that.
Mommy has to go away for a couple of days.
I wish I could take you with me, but it's best I go alone.
So just one thing, don't you forget me.
Because if you do, I'll die.
He's not going to forget you.
Every day when you call, I'll put the phone to his ear.
And he could hear you.
Deal? Okay, thanks.
Goodbye.
Fallon, do you have a minute? - I'm really in a hurry.
- I know.
Just a minute.
There's just something that I want you to know before you do what you're going to do.
- Kirby, I really don't-- - Please.
I know, just listen to me.
Do you remember the night that you sent me off to the movies, when you heard about Steven, and you wanted to stay home with little Blake? - Yeah.
- Well, after the movie, I stopped by Jeff's office.
You know, it was late and the buses were doing their usual thing, or non-thing, and I asked him for a ride home.
I only talked to him for a minute and all he wanted to talk about was how much he loves you.
I just want you to know that.
That was Jeff that night.
Yeah.
- Full of love for me? - Yes.
He certainly has a strange way of showing it, doesn't he? Hi.
How are you? I'm terrific.
I just came by to thank you for helping me to be terrific, not to mention saving my life.
Yeah, what the hell was wrong with him? I don't know and I don't care anymore.
Well, I care about my boss.
I mean, after all, she's the one who signs the paychecks.
- I'm really sorry about it, Fallon.
- Oh, don't be.
Besides, I'm the one who should be sorry that you got involved with my dirty linen.
Anyway, I'm going to Haiti to get it all straightened out.
So that's that.
Fallon, maybe you should-- Mark, whatever you're gonna say, forget it.
I've heard it all before.
Now, to business.
I know I'm leaving my place in good hands, especially since you're gonna be here.
You're gonna be handling the charity matches next week.
Yeah, of course.
I'll be back in time for the main events.
If you need me for anything, the desk knows my hotel in Port-au-Prince.
Okay.
Don't worry about a thing.
Have a really safe trip.
What's wrong, Fallon? Terrific.
I should have killed him instead of just throwing him out.
Thanks, Mark.
Fallon, that's the signature you need.
Have a happy divorce.
Jeff.
You wanna talk again.
Yes.
Yes, I do.
- What about? - About this morning.
About the two of us at the house this morning.
I made myself clear.
Well, I'm not so sure that I did.
I wanted to talk to you.
You did.
No, I didn't.
You wouldn't give me the time.
Now what I wanted was some clue-- - About my aberrant behaviour, right? - That's right.
Well, I don't wanna talk about it.
I said what I said and that's it.
Now you got what you really came for, so take your daughter and get the hell out of my office.
Adam, it's Jeff.
I want you to come into my office now.
I don't care.
Let them wait.
It's about what you said to me yesterday, about trusting Blake Carrington.
Jeff Colby, please.
Still busy? No, no, I won't hold.
This is Mrs.
Colby.
Will you tell my chauffeur to bring my car around immediately? I'm on my way down.
Of course, being of sound mind and sane body, I don't-- It's the other way round, isn't it? Anyway, I don't usually drink this early in the day.
But then, this is an unusual day for all of us, isn't it? First of all, I wanna salute your wardrobe, Jeff.
You're gonna jog around the corridor? Jeff? Oh, God, Jeff.
Look at you.
What's wrong with you? You're so pale.
You look exhausted.
I'm so worried about you, Jeff.
That's funny.
Some people are and some people aren't.
No, it's not funny.
You know how much I care about you, Jeff.
I always have, ever since you were a little boy.
Don't you remember? Do you remember you used to ask me about all the trips that I'd been on? You used to ask me about them.
You used to want me to tell you about all the wonderful places that I had been to.
Oh, Jeff, I want you to go away on a vacation now-- Mother.
Yes, I'm here.
In fact, I got here first, which means that you're a little late.
A little late for what? I've already convinced Jeff he needs to take some time off.
I was about to phone and tell you that.
Also, we've reached a significant-- No.
Not a significant.
We've reached a great, a very great moment in Colbyco's future.
Do you wanna tell her, Jeff? What do you want to tell me, Jeff? I signed over my son's shares of Denver-Carrington to Colbyco.
Thus giving Colbyco control over Blake's company.
And this should please you even more, Mother.
Because Jeff needs a vacation, he's agreed to sign over his own control, voting control in Colbyco to you.
I'm sure you'll run the company in the best of all interests, Alexis.
Oh, I will.
I will, Jeff.
But how did all this happen? Let's just quote you, Mother, one of your more repeatable quotes, and say that, "fate willed it.
"' And while we're at it, Iet's also quote Disraeli, who once proclaimed: "We make our fortunes and we call them fate.
"' Or was it, "We make our fate and we call them fortunes"? That wasn't it, but I think I like that one better.
We should leave Jeff alone now, Mother.
Coming? I'll talk to you later, all right? What's the matter? Oh, God.
What have you done? Did you hear how he was talking? Did you see how he was behaving? It's as though he was going out of his mind.
Look, I've just handed you Blake Carrington's head on a platter and given your beloved Jeff Colby a chance for a much-deserved rest.
Now, what more do you want, Mother? Let me speak to her, please, Jeanette.
Hello, Kirby.
What do you want, Adam? I'd like you to have dinner with me tonight.
A quick yes or no, please.
There are other very pretty governesses and/or ballerinas out there waiting breathlessly for an invitation like this one.
Well, look, l-- What, busy? Another guy? No, it isn't that.
It's the man of your dreams and you figure he's gonna call you between now and tonight, right? He won't call, ever.
- So all right.
- Good.
Not breathless, Kirby, but good.
I want you to understand that it won't be on the basis you're assuming.
- No fun and games for dessert again? - No.
So if you wanna call the other Margot Fonteyns and/or Mary Poppins in Denver, go right ahead.
It's fine with me.
I accept your terms, Miss Anders.
Dessert will be flambe, not necessarily flaming.
Besides, maybe I have other plans in mind for you.
Such as? Maybe I'd like to find out how bright you really are behind that very bright exterior of yours.
I'll pick you up at 8.
What's all this, Adam? I believe it's called lunch.
A bit lavish, isn't it? I never thought I'd hear Alexis Carrington Colby use that word on the downside.
The spoils of victory, Mother.
Won't you join me? Smile.
It's a celebratory collation.
That's collation, as in the ltalian, colazione.
Don't you love the language, its music? I had a roommate at Yale from Venice, Venezia.
Have I told you about him? No, you never mentioned him.
Well, he wasn't with us for very long.
He got himself booted out for seducing a rather homely professor's wife.
Only the wife, that is.
The professor was downright ugly.
Not amused, Mother? Look, if you have any doubts about my methods, the rightness of those methods, you of all people should know, the end justifies the means.
Sometimes I'm not so sure about that, Adam.
Aren't you? - Then look at it this way-- - Oh, I know.
It's only a matter of time until we force Blake out as head of Denver-Carrington and then you and I will take over Denver-Carrington and Colbyco - and run it together.
- Yes.
Exactly.
And think of the fields we'll conquer.
Oil fields, soybean fields.
Name them and they're ours.
With no regrets as we prance gaily through them.
- Regrets? - Jeff.
Don't you have any regrets about what you've done to him? Honest answer? No.
None.
Well, I do.
I've done certain things in my life that I'm not proud of, but I think that I've often had regrets about them.
As in Krystle's baby? Yes, I've seen the hours you've spent weeping over having cost Krystle Carrington her child.
I did not cost Krystle Carrington her child.
As you wish.
But as a latecomer to this family, this sometimes-ruthless family, I've made it my business to find out everything about everyone.
My son, the up-and-coming entrepreneur and spy, if you like.
My son.
My first-born child.
Sometimes I wonder-- Wonder what? Sometimes I wonder that you'd probably be less Machiavellian had I been more of a mother to you and been around a little more to teach you better values.
Now, you should have thought of that before you stopped looking for me.
Oh, don't start that all over again, Adam.
Yes, let's put that one to rest.
In any case, I don't think I'd have turned out all that different.
From where I stand, you and I are two of a kind.
It's just that I'm more honest about it.
Come on, Daddy, it's not so bad.
I'm off doing what I wanna do.
I'll be back soon, a free woman.
And with a fantastic suntan to boot.
Excuse me, we'll be taking off in about three minutes' time, Mr.
Carrington.
Okay, thank you, Tom.
I'll have some lunch ready for you in about a half-hour, if that's okay.
That'll be fine, Tom.
Excuse me.
Daddy, you and Krystle be sure to keep an extra-close eye on my son.
I don't trust Jeff.
Well, if you mean that he would harm the baby, he won't, I'm sure of that.
But we'll be very careful.
You know something, Fallon, what you just said, the way you think and feel about Jeff-- - Do we have to talk about him? - Yes, we do.
Now, it should be clear to you that Jeff's behaviour right now isn't totally sane.
He needs help.
Professional, psychiatric help.
Now, maybe if you stayed here, if you didn't go-- Daddy, that wouldn't make any difference.
I mean, if he could believe that I was involved with Mark Jennings, how could I convince him of anything? Oh, Daddy, I love you.
And I appreciate how you tried to keep the marriage together.
I'll see you in a few days.
Bye.
Bye.
Hey.
Hello.
How are you? You're getting bigger by the minute, aren't you? Oh, yes.
Oh, I have such great plans for you.
Yes, you're gonna have a daddy who's gonna give you everything.
Play softball with you and take you fishing and climb mountains with you and reach for the stars with you.
I don't know.
Daddy feels old, worn.
Sometimes I wonder if I'll even be alive when you're old enough to throw a softball.
I love you, son.
And no matter what happens, you love me.
Come on.
Look at that.
Carrington residence.
No, Mr.
Jennings.
Fallon's already left for the airport.
That's right, Jennings, she's gone.
Thanks to you, she's gone, you creep.
Hello, Joseph, I just called Jeff at his office and he's not there.
I wondered, by any chance, is he at home? La Mirage? Are you sure? Thank you.
Here you go.
Don't worry.
Keep your eye on that ball.
One after another.
We'll get this down.
Take it around in a circle now.
That's nice.
Okay.
Hey, mister, we're playing, in case you didn't notice.
Colby, what the hell do you think you're doing? I'm here on unfinished business, Jennings.
I'm in the middle of a tennis lesson.
What's the matter, are you afraid? Are you embarrassed that I'll show you up for what you are in front of your student? Mark, what's wrong with him? Is he crazy? No, I'm not crazy.
Being right isn't crazy.
And I am right, Jennings.
I mean, you may cut a big macho figure with pretty girls and other men's wives.
But as far as I'm concerned-- - That's it for today.
- You didn't let me finish.
If you don't get lost, Colby, I'm not gonna be as gentle with you as I was yesterday.
Now, get out of here while you still can.
Oh, no, oh, no.
Not until I show you up.
Let's play.
Aren't you gonna get it through that skull of yours - that when Fallon was in the room-- - Let's play! If you hadn't gone wild, she'd have told you the facts.
I know the facts about my wife.
I've run into the facts a lot of times before you came into town, macho man.
There was a chauffeur, a doctor and half her daddy's football team.
You gotta be-- Colby, I'm gonna break your neck.
Jeff! Jeff, come on, let's go.
Well, look who's here.
Her long-suffering but ever-loving daddy.
- I just want you to come with me.
- Where? We'll have a cup of coffee and talk.
- Forget it.
- Jeff-- I'm tired of listening to your Carrington garbage.
Got one more score to settle, then it's to hell with you and your daughter and your whole family.
Jeff.
Jeff, are you all right? Jeff.
- Get an ambulance.
- Right.
Jeff.
What's happening to you, son? What's happening to you? - Nurse, where is Jeff Colby? - Alexis.
My office just called me about Jeff.
Where is he? I have to see him.
You can't see him right now.
Neither of us can.
Krystle, he's my son-in-law, my friend and my partner-- Blake is the only one allowed to see him right now.
Why? Because he donated this wing? Because the doctors said that only Blake is allowed to be in there.
What else did the doctors say? What caused this? They don't know.
They're gonna make tests pretty soon.
Tests? Why? What do they need to make tests for? A young man collapses from fatigue and from overwork.
It's not necessary to make tests.
Are you keeping something from me, Krystle? Are you? Why would l? Mother, I just heard about Jeff and I'm sorry.
Krystle, I'm very, very sorry.
He collapsed on the tennis court.
- They're talking about making tests-- - Tests, yes.
I know.
They can be endless and that worries you.
It worries all of us, but especially you.
You're looking faint.
I'll take you home.
No, I'm staying here.
Take you home and give you a sedative.
Krystle, please explain to Blake that we'll keep in touch.
Come on, Mother.
He could die.
Do you understand that? He is not going to die.
Now will you please get ahold of yourself? Those tests.
They'll diagnose what's wrong with him and they'll trace it back to that paint.
How? I'll have the panelling in his office removed and the walls refinished.
Then it's your office.
And if anyone questions the latest change in decor, you simply tell them that that outrageous shade of blue did not suit your eyes.
Is that understood? Blake.
No change? Still unconscious.
Wasn't that Alexis I heard out here? Yes, the whole hospital must have heard her.
- What was she carrying on about? - I don't know.
She acted as if I were keeping some vital information from her.
She was practically hysterical to know what was going on and-- And what? It's just a feeling, she knows something about this that we don't.
I'll have a strawberry daiquiri, please.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Just get here? - Yeah.
- Alone? - Yeah.
Well, that can only mean one thing.
Welcome to the club.
This is my third.
Divorce.
You? My eighth.
You're putting me on.
I mean, you look like a kid.
But that was cute.
Although not a record breaker.
The last time I was here, there was this redhead from Greenwich-pardon-me Connecticut, getting her tenth.
Can you believe it? And she was not here alone, honey.
Was 1 1 standing by for action? One of the bellboys.
And he got tipped handsomely by the hour.
Hour after hour after hour.
Oh, I mean Well, that's the way I'm gonna do it from now on.
No more of these deep, involved entanglements.
What for? I mean, you marry them and they all turn out to be creeps, one way or another.
Am I right? Sure, you're right.
I was afraid of that.
Well, why don't you tell me about your creep? That's what you're gonna be doing around here for the next few days.
Around the pool, here in the bar, down on the beach.
Absolutely everywhere, darling.
Comparing notes with the rest of us creep-shedders.
My husband's name is Jeff.
When I married him, he was a decent human being.
Now he seems to be some kind of a maniac.
And I'm wondering-- Wondering what? Did I do it to him? Joseph, did you order the car to take me back to the hospital? Yes, Alfred's brought the car around.
Thank you.
Jeanette's with the babies now, but if Kirby comes back from her date before I do, would you ask her to skip little Danny's Yes, I'll do that.
I'll do that.
Is something the matter? Well, Kirby's date is with Adam Carrington.
Is that a problem? Well, I don't really know that young man.
Except that he seems to be influenced by his mother.
You know what I think of her.
Well, Kirby's a grown woman.
Not even her father can tell her who or who not to spend the evening with.
Hello, darling.
Hi.
Did you talk to Fallon? Yes, I called her a couple of minutes ago.
- Is she coming back? - No, but she's worried and sad.
She sounded so lonely, like a very lonely child.
She'll handle it.
She's your daughter.
Who is it? Room service.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
I didn't order anything.
The order says Mrs.
Colby.
Rum punches.
A local speciality.
What are you doing here? Now, I'd call that a very legitimate question.
Well, are you gonna answer it? Well, I figured that you needed a little real company after what you've been through with that husband of yours.
Mark, I'm grateful for what you did to help me.
But if you figured you'd find me in such a down mood about everything that I'd be waiting for any man, for you-- Hey, come on, I said company, not-- Oh, no, I know, and thank you for making the trip.
You really should be saving yourself for your tennis-playing ladies.
Look, I don't need to fly to the Caribbean on a crowded night coach to score, Fallon.
But as long as I'm here, I'll help to straighten out your thinking.
Oh, it's straight.
Don't colour me as a dude on the make and the take, Fallon.
I make my living as a tennis player.
I'm not a tennis bum.
Mark, I'm sorry.
Now I'll tell you why I'm here: To let you know that you're not alone and that if you need me, I'm down the hall.
Grazie, Lorenzo.
You hardly ate a thing.
And if not even a Cafe Diablo can bring a spark to your eye, I can only be pretty dull company.
No.
I should have cancelled this date.
I'm rotten company when I'm worried.
I thought I assured you on the way out here that Jeff's gonna be fine.
Good as new and fit as a fiddle.
Or being a Colby, fit as a Stradivarius.
Don't make light of it.
He's in the hospital, he's sick.
We, both of us-- We both of us what? We should have gotten him to a doctor a lot sooner.
Then maybe he wouldn't be lying in a hospital.
I have an idea.
Instead of spending the evening worrying about Jeff, maybe we can do something more positive.
Read this.
- It's in French.
- Exactly.
That's why I want you to read it.
I can't.
It's a memo from a company in Vietnam.
"Relative to a dispute with China over oil lease rights--" How can this possibly help Jeff? By helping Colbyco.
I'm not sure yet, but there could be millions involved.
And there are more documents where this came from.
Kirby, I'd like you to consider something.
Namely, using that very good mind of yours for something a little more challenging than diapering Blake Carrington's grandson.
Are you offering me a job? Might be.
On what basis? Oh, you're wondering, personal? - I'm wondering.
Personal? - No.
A pleasure-filled night with a lady is not that hard for me to find, but a good translator of highly sensitive documents is.
So, are you interested? Ask me when Fallon gets back.
Oh, Dr.
Braddock, any word yet? No, not yet.
to find out what's wrong with a patient? We're testing Mr.
Colby for everything, Mr.
Carrington.
But it's a complex battery of studies.
Now, maybe we'll know more when the lab resumes in the morning.
Resumes in the morning? I want that lab kept open all night until you find out what the problem is and start to do something about it.
Do you understand? I'll see what I can do.