Dynasty s04e27 Episode Script

Why díd you lead me To thínk you could care? You dídn't need me for you had your share Of slaves around you To hound you and swím In deep emotíon Devotíon to you Goodbye to spríng And all ít meant to me lt can never bríng The thíng that used to be for l must have you or no one So l'm through wíth love - Good evening, Mrs.
Colby.
- Good evening.
- Champagne? - Yes, please.
l guess l'm through Through wíth love Of course.
It's Dominique Deveraux, isn't it? And not Lois Lane.
Vey good.
You had a somewhat chic, little place of your own in Monte Carlo or was it Mabere? Could have been Rome.
l've had vey chic, little places in all three.
When you came to my apartment tonight, why didn't you tell me who you were? Maybe my tender ego was bruised because you didn't recognise me.
May l go now? What are you doing here in Denver? Among other things, obviously making you vey uncomfortable.
Charles.
Yes, Mrs.
Colby? How long is Miss Deveraux registered to stay at La Mirage? lndefinitely.
Hello, Steven.
What are you doing up at this hour? l just came down to get a book.
Pretty exciting stuff, isn't it, Jeff and Fallon's wedding coming up? Yes, it certainly is.
Maybe that's why l'm so restless.
All right, son.
What is it? What's the problem? What's bothering you? You have enough on your mind.
Whether l've got things on my mind or not, l'm still your father.
And fathers do care about their sons' problems, you know? Steven, we've gone through a lot to get our relationship on solid ground.
Now, is there something that l can do for you? lt's strange.
l remember how hard l fought you for the right to hang on to my own son.
And now, Sammy Jo wants Danny back.
- She what? - She told me tonight.
''He belongs with his real mother and l want him back.
'' l can't hand my son over to a woman like that.
A liar, a cheat, a tramp.
God help me, l can't.
l won't.
Hi.
l'm back.
Yeah.
l heard.
The janitor let me in.
He remembered Mr.
Hess' lady friend from the last time.
l guess you remember that last time, huh, Morgan? Oh, l haven't forgotten.
How could l? Violets.
They nearly did the trick on her, didn't they? Like l told you when you came to see me that night before you left for New York, there are no guarantees.
l know.
l iust thought l'd drop by and say hello again.
You don't mind, do you? No.
What happened to that smile of yours? What would you do if l decided to tell them? And what exactly would you tell them? That you came to me and slept with me.
And while you were at it, asked me to find a way of sending Claudia Carrington back to the sanatorium.
And away from my kid and my terrific ex-husband? ls that what you'd tell them? lsn't that the way it was? You're damn right.
And if you do tell them, maybe they'll finally know it.
l'm not the stupid tart they like to think l am.
l have a brain and feelings.
And l don't like the way they humiliated me in that courtroom.
So go ahead and shout it from the rooftops if you really want to.
Only you'll never see me again.
l was only kidding, Sammy Jo.
lt's you l want, Sammy Jo.
You know that.
You know, l still dream about you.
You're the most beautiful thing l've ever known.
Ever.
The hour is intolerably late.
l've had a terrible day and an even worse evening.
So whatever you want, make it brief.
This won't take long.
''This'' being exactly what? You walked out on me the other day in my father's house before l could say eveything that l felt.
Then you hung up on me when l tried to continue the conversation.
Will you never get over this obsessive notion that l was responsible for your father's death? Now, l refuse to listen to you anymore, Kirby.
- Will you please leave? - No, l'm not leaving.
Not yet.
Well, this is my apartment and l'm ordering you to leave.
l am not leaving.
You have robbed me of the most important person in my life, Joseph Anders.
You drove him to his death and then you tried to atone for it the only way you knew how.
Money.
But that is not the way that you settle such an unforgivable debt.
A life for a life, Alexis.
Even if it is an ugly life for such a beautiful one.
- Oh, God.
- Oh, yes.
Pray to him.
Pray hard and quickly.
Oh, Kirby, your mother-- l don't wanna hear about her.
Your mother committed a crime and she was sent-- l don't wanna hear about her.
Do you want the same thing to happen to you? Kirby.
Kirby, be honest with yourself.
lf you really had such bad thoughts about me, you would have done this that day at your father's house.
l intended to, but that man came and l couldn't do it then.
Well, then do it now, Kirby.
There's nobody else here, so go ahead.
Pull the trigger.
It's not that difficult.
Go on.
Look.
l'm a perfect target.
l'm not moving.
So go ahead.
Pull the trigger and watch me die.
That's what you want, isn't it? lsn't it? Put the gun down.
Put it down.
Aren't you gonna call the police? That depends on you.
l won't press charges if you refuse to mary Adam and go back to Paris.
You're not going to tell Adam the real reason for this and neither will l.
So go back where you came from.
Otherwise, you'll go to iail and l shall cut Adam off and he'll lose eveything.
What do l care about Adam? No, you care.
You care because you love him.
And you wouldn't want this to happen to him.
You bitch.
lf l am, take a lesson from me.
You may need it in life.
Now get out of here.
l've been looking for you.
l know, Auntie Kystle.
l'm always late to breakfast.
You see, l was out jogging-- Did you tell Steven you want Danny back? You got it.
l want him back.
You can't be serious.
l iust heard that line the other day on N.
An old movie.
''You can't be serious.
'' When are you going to grow up and start acting like a woman? l am a woman.
Well, what about being a mother? A mother who really cares about her son.
l do and you can't question that.
lf you really loved him, you would do what's best for him.
Well, l know now because l have grown up.
And l can tell the difference between honest talk and the kind of bull you're handing me.
The person who's best for Danny is me, Auntie Kystle.
Not you, not your Blake Carrington.
And not his gay son, Steven.
lt's me.
Now put this in the truck.
Mrs.
Gordon.
l wanna take Danny out for some air.
Dress him.
Yes.
Come, love.
Kirby? What are you doing? l'm leaving.
l was gonna write you a note.
l'm going back to Paris.
Well, for how long? A year, ten years.
l don't know.
What? l'm not going to mary you.
l've decided that.
So if you'll please iust let me finish what l'm doing.
Did my mother have anything to do with this? No.
For God's sakes, can't you see? l don't love you.
You do love me.
- l never did.
- You do love me.
You've told me how much.
You've shown me how much.
- l was lying-- - l don't believe that.
l won't.
Stop it.
What are you tying to do? Rape me again? ls that all you want from me? You know, l tried to be decent with you.
And l guess l should've realised that any kind of decency would have been wasted.
Of course, you're going back to Paris to that Frenchman who kicked you around and treated you like dirt.
Because that's what you've been from the day l met you, Kirby, is dirt.
Put your jacket on.
Come on.
Put your hand in here.
There we go.
Put your hand-- l changed my mind about taking Danny outside, Mrs.
Gordon.
Travel agents of the world, step aside, because l have found a really terrific side trip for our honeymoon.
Where? Tell me where.
Well, how about Africa on a photographic safari, huh? That sounds wonderful.
Just you and me and a pride of lions.
And a whatever of giraffes.
l don't know.
How about a neck of them? That sounds about right.
lt will be wonderful, Jeff.
We're really gonna have a honeymoon this time.
We're really gonna make it special, aren't we? Dinner by candlelight.
And after dinner, dancing.
And if there's a band, great.
If not, l'll hum.
You should be pretty tired by then.
Not that tired.
No.
So when l take you to bed, l'll hold you close, and we'll make love.
More beautiful love than ever before.
l love you.
l love you, Jeff.
From the bottom of my heart, l love you.
l didn't think anyone would be in here.
l'll go.
l mean, you probably wanna be alone.
No.
As a matter of fact, l don't.
Well, l'm really glad you're here, Adam.
l mean, for the company.
Do lonely gymnasiums frighten the pretty, young lady? No, silly.
lt's iust that my instructor back in New York gave me exercises that need a man's help.
For instance, in order to do one of them, l need a strong, balancing hand right here in the small of my back.
So you mean something like that? That's right.
l'm supposed to bend back like: Oh, God.
ls that right? Perfect.
Adam.
Would you excuse us? There's something l'd like to discuss with Sammy Jo.
Good luck with her.
l iust got off the phone with my lanyer, Chris Deegan.
Your close friend.
l remember him.
He told me he received a letter this morning, special delivey from an attorney you've hired.
You wanna tell me what this is all about? Sure.
That's easy.
l intend to get Danny back, with or without your agreement.
So if we have to go back to court again, we go.
And what happens when we tell the judge what kind of woman you really are? You're still a load of laughs, Steven.
Tell me about a judge, any judge, who won't give a baby to its natural mother.
Unless she's proved to be totally unfit, which l'm not.
Look.
l've decided l don't want a career anymore.
l don't wanna be a model in New York or anywhere.
What l do want is to be a real mother to my son.
And l intend to have him raised by a real man.
- Adam? - Why not? l'll tell you why not.
That brother of mine becomes father to my son over my dead body.
Or yours.
Mr.
Carrington, Mr.
ManNell's partner is here to see you.
His partner? Who is that? What the devil are you doing here? l'm Rolan ManNell's partner.
Call it another one of my many joint ventures, Blake.
This one happens to be my interest in your football team.
What happened to ManNell? He told me that he was gonna handle this personally.
Well, he's a vey busy man.
He's got a lot to do back East, so he phoned me early this morning and asked me to take care of this.
lt's a great team, Blake.
But l don't have to tell you that, do l? Your roster has improved, you've got a fine record, attended zooming, just great.
So much for greatness, now let's get down to pragmatics.
l assume you've checked it out.
You know what the team is worth.
Oh, yes.
Yes, l have.
Our cheque, certified.
- What the hell kind of a ioke is this? - Joke? Most people l know wouldn't laugh at that kind of money.
That reads $1 O million.
Which means Now, of this ten, my ownership position entitles me to 4.
7 million.
Now, that team is worth 50 million at least, and you know it.
That's our offer.
Take it or leave it.
Steven, why didn't you tell me what Sammy Jo wants? l was gonna tell you about it later, okay, Claudia? When you had that meeting with Chris Deegan, he advised you to ty and make a personal agreement with Sammy Jo for joint custody of Danny.
Well, l'm taking this to court.
You can't make an agreement with a cobra.
Steven, listen to me and consider what losing the fight could mean.
You don't understand, Claudia.
l'm not gonna lose.
You just may.
And if Sammy Jo wins, she could pack Danny up and she could take him anywhere.
She could make sure you never see your son again.
Steven, sharing Danny is better than losing the fight.
And you just may.
All right.
All right, Dawson.
You people are gonna regret this.
Blake? The banks, they foreclosed.
l've lost the company.
Oh, darling.
Twenty-five years of my life and they're tying to tell me it was all for nothing.
Blake, banks can foreclose on a company, but they can't on a man.
Not on you.
You have a genius for knowing where oil is and how to get it out.
You'll start another company.
No, l won't.
l won't have to.
Those banks are gonna find out that they've got more than they can handle.
Denver-Carrington is Blake Carrington.
And they will come begging to me to run that company again.
l know they will.
And l'll make them get down on their knees when they come begging.
Darling.
Why don't you go to your office and get your things and l'll come by and pick you up? Then we'll go home.
There's nothing more for us to do here tonight.
Yes, Marcia? Mr.
Carríngton, there's a woman who says she wants to see you.
A Míss Deveraux.
l don't know a Miss Deveraux.
She saíd you dídn't but that you both stayed at the Vílla Maríní outsíde of Rome.
l'm sory, Mr.
Carrington, but she just-- lt's all right, Marcia.
Hello, Mr.
Carrington.
- Miss Deveraux.
- Dominique.
And you are Blake, of course.
The Villa Marini.
Does that hold any special memoy for you? Yes.
l was there on a business trip.
May l ask what you want, what you're doing here? You met there once with Rashid Ahmed.
Rashid was a steady customer in my nightclub in Rome.
Why am l here? To satisfy my curiosity, l suppose.
How could a man as tough and as brilliant as you're supposed to be have been taken in by Rashid in Hong Kong? l see.
Well, l hate to deprive you of what you're obviously here for, a stoy, but l've had a vey long day and my daughter is getting married tomorrow.
So if you don't mind, l don't intend to stay here and fence with a stranger.
l mean, it is to laugh.
Eveyone in Denver mistaking me for a reporter.
Well, l am not a reporter.
And once your daughter is married, you just may want to look me up and continue this conversation.
- l doubt that l will.
- You should.
We are two people who should know one another, Blake.
Miss Deveraux, l still don't know who you are or what you want, and l don't really care.
l have to go and l'll tell my secretay that you're leaving.
Won't it iust knock their socks off when they find out l'm a Carrington? Miss Deveraux, may l show you out? You may, for now.
Harold, has Benny brought my car around yet? Yes, Mrs.
Colby, but Mr.
Dexter's on hís way up to see you.
Harold, how many times have l told you not to send anybody up unless you've announced them first? Hello, Alexis.
lt's my daughter's wedding day, Dex, and l'm late for an appointment.
- So goodbye.
- Look.
The last time we saw each other, you made it vey clear that not only were we finished as lovers, but we weren't even friends.
l obviously made it clear since you remembered evey word.
And l bought what you said.
l took off for Wyoming.
l was angy, damned angy.
l iust wanted to go home to what l knew and loved as a kid.
Little Wyoming cowgirls? Basics.
Fresh, clean air, hard riding.
All the things that are supposed to clear your mind, but it didn't work for me.
When l got back here, Tracy Kendall told me that you knew all about our affair.
And it hit me suddenly.
l'd set up a double standard, Alexis.
We both had our affairs, and l had no right to expect you to act any differently than l did.
Well, that's extremely modern of you and vey gallant.
l mean it.
l asked too much of you.
You're a lot of a woman, Alexis, and you're what l want.
So l'll have you on your terms.
l need you so vey much.
Dex.
l really do have to go, but l'll tell you what.
How would you like to be my escort at the wedding tonight? Pick me up at 6? Six on the dot.
Black tie, of course.
What else? Bennett, Mrs.
Colby has only another half hour to go, so please have her car out front.
Thank you.
- Hello, Mrs.
Carrington.
- Virginia.
Diette's ready for you, Booth 4.
Thank you.
lt all so exciting, Mrs.
Colby, about your daughter getting married this afternoon.
And l'm sure her wedding will be just as beautiful as Mr.
and Mrs.
Carrington's was.
l wouldn't know, l wasn't there.
And l read in the columns the other day that Mrs.
Carrington is pregnant.
And Mr.
Carrington was so happy, he gave her fabulous gifts.
lt's all so, well, Carrington.
The name may be Carrington, my dear, but the game? My hunch is that you give a man of a certain age the news that he's going to become a father, and he asks no questions about how or by whom.
Perfection.
One little thing and you can be on your way.
l'll be right back.
l'll be right back.
So you like to sling mud, Alexis? How dare you? Come in.
Need l remind you, sister o' mine, that today is not just any old day? Men called florists are descending upon us like locusts.
Mrs.
Gunnerson has delusions of being General Patton, commanding the kitchen to outdo itself.
And where's the bride? l'm resting.
l'm allowed.
Today's your day, kid.
You are allowed.
My gift should be arriving soon and l don't wanna spoil the surprise, but it's a bean bag.
You always did want your vey own bean bag.
Oh, yes.
Ever since l gave you yours on your 7th birthday.
You said, ''Thanks a lot,'' and you punched me.
A vey small punch.
Not so small it didn't hurt.
Where are you hurting now, Fallon? Nowhere.
lf l look down it's because it shouldn't be raining on my wedding day.
This is Steven.
l can read your eyes, l always could.
Look.
When you're in pain, l'm in pain.
Where do you hurt? - My head.
- What's wrong? l don't know.
Ever since the accident, l get these really bad headaches sometimes.
How often? Not too often.
Are you having one now? No.
Look, don't tell anybody about it, okay? Because it will pass.
Now, l iust have the iitters about the wedding.
Promise me you won't say anything to anybody.
lt will go.
Promise? l promise, sis.
Oh, Mrs.
Carrington, what do you think? l think it's beautiful, Gerard.
More caviar, Emily.
How is eveything, Mrs.
Gunnerson? - Just fine, Mrs.
Carrington.
- Good.
lf we bring this tendril down, l think it will soften the angle of your cheek.
lt turned out beautifully.
- And this veil - And the buttons, l know.
Do you love lace? Was this your own design? l really think it's just beautiful.
You look so elegant.
Oh, Fallon, you look beautiful.
Oh, thank you.
Well, your matron of honour has to get dressed, but l wanted to stop by and give you this.
Oh, could it be the same shiny penny l gave you - when you married Daddy? - Married Blake? Thanks.
Now, if you could iust hold still a moment longer, l could brush through one more time.
You're still a little You know, l think l wonder if there's Perhaps, if you had a little more lift Stop it! l'm sory.
l iust need to be by myself for a while.
l'll finish the rest myself.
The baby's here.
l hope you don't mind my being here, Blake.
l was invited by the mother of the bride.
You can stay for the wedding, Dexter.
But the minute it's over, l want you the hell out of this house.
l'll see what's keeping her.
Fallon? What's happened? l don't know.
Fallon.
Fallon.
- Fallon.
- l'll get her.
Fallon.
Look, don't wory.
It's gonna be all right.
Mrs.
Colby.
Sergeant Cooper.
What is it? ls this something to do with my daughter? l don't know anything about her.
l came to see you.
Can we talk alone? No, l'm sory.
l can't talk right now.
l'm sory to intrude on a time like this, but l insist that we talk right now.
lt's about Mark Jennings.
What about him? Something that l'm sure you're gonna wanna discuss privately.
l'm coming with Mrs.
Colby.
How many times do l have to tell you that l am tired of being questioned about this unfortunate man's suicide? - l am warning you that-- - Mrs.
Colby.
We have learned that before Mr.
Jennings died, he opened a bank account.
And deposited a cheque for $1 OO,OOO.
Sergeant, l knew Jennings pretty well.
The man was capable of being mixed up in all kinds of shady deals Mrs.
Colby would have no knowledge of.
lt took me some time to trace it, but it turns out that the deposit consisted of a personal cheque made out to the deceased and signed by you.
Now, the department has a theoy.
That no man takes his own life with that kind of money in the bank.
That maybe, in fact, vey probably, he was blackmailing you.
Wanted more, you both struggled on the terrace and you pushed him over.
That's not true.
You people are crazy.
Jennings was twice her size.
And vey drunk.
The autopsy showed us that.
Also, we have some witnesses with some interesting information.
Mrs.
Colby, l'm placing you under arrest for the murder of one Mark Howard Jennings.
Why, that's absolutely ridiculous.
Dex, Dex, you've got to do something.
l'll phone Gerald Wilson.
- Cuff the lady.
- Cuff me? - How dare you? - You have the right to remain silent.
lf you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.
You have the right to speak with an attorney and have the attorney present for your questioning.
lf you so desire and can't afford one, an attorney will be Fallon! Hey, Mert.
Look what's headed our way.
What did you do, honey? Will her be staying with me? Yeah.
This is all a mistake.
This is all a terrible mistake.
Sure, it's always a mistake, honey.
Now, you iust make yourself comfortable till the judge sets your bail.
Don't you dare walk away and leave me here, damn it.
Let me out of here.
Let me out of here!