Dynasty s05e10 Episode Script

BLAKE : Kystle.
Kystle, are you all right? Can you hear me? Darling, answer me, please.
Gerard! Jeanette! Somebody! Okay, are you all right? JEANETTE: Oh, good Lord.
Mrs.
Carrington.
GERARD: l'll call an ambulance, Mr.
Carrington.
No.
Look, it might take too long getting here.
Get the car around front.
Call Dr.
Harris, tell him we're on our way to the hospital.
Yes, sir.
She doesn't seem to be having contractions.
Good.
Get a blanket and a pillow, Jeanette.
- Blake.
- Yes, darling? All right.
lt's gonna be all right, Kystle.
lt's gonna be all right.
lt's gonna be all right.
We'll be in the car in a few minutes and eveything will be just fine.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Come in.
Mrs.
Carrington, l hope l'm not bothering you at this hour.
No, you're not, Mrs.
Simpson.
Why don't you come in? What can l do for you? Well, this envelope contains some vey important papers, and l'd like not to have to keep it in my suite unguarded.
Well, we have safe-deposit boxes here for the convenience of our guests.
Why don't you speak to the concierge? The papers concern my late husband's estate.
They're of an e_remely sensitive nature.
l know this sounds paranoid, but l'm afraid there are certain people who want vey much to have them.
l'd iust sleep better knowing you'd keep them in your personal office safe.
You do have a safe? Yes, l do have a safe.
Well, no one would think of looking in here, and l really would appreciate it.
All right, Mrs.
Simpson.
- Thank you.
CLAUDIA: Mm-hm.
[DOOR CREAKS.]
Oh, l'm terribly sory.
l forgot my book.
Good night, Mrs.
Simpson.
[GRUNTING.]
KRYSTLE: Oh, Blake.
- l'm here, darling.
l'm here with you.
- The baby.
BLAKE: There's nothing to wory about.
Eveything is iust fine.
GERARD: The car's out front, sir.
- Oh, good.
Let me help you lift her, Mr.
Carrington.
There you go.
Come on, now.
- There you go.
KRYSTLE: Unh.
BLAKE : What is it? Mr.
Carrington, she might be in labour.
Well, let's get her upstairs.
- Shall l call for an ambulance? BLAKE: Yes, and tell them to hury.
JEANETTE: Yes, sir.
BLAKE: And call Dr.
Harris again.
Tell him to get right over here.
Yes, sir.
The baby's on its way, Hilda.
l'll go upstairs, see if l can help.
This is an emergency.
We need an ambulance with an OB specialist.
A baby is being born.
[KRYSTLE GRUNTING.]
All right.
All right.
Deep breaths, okay? Just deep breaths.
Just deep breaths.
Kystle, it's Claudia.
We're gonna take care of you.
Don't wory.
Blake.
How often are the contractions? l think they're coming evey two minutes.
Oh.
l think this baby's liable to come.
Where the devil is the doctor or the ambulance? Don't wory, we'll able to take care of it.
No, no, no, l'm gonna be here.
Now, if they're not gonna get here in time, l want to be with her.
[PANTING.]
Funerals are not exactly my favourite fun topic of conversation, Mrs.
Simpson.
Well, nor mine, but Fallon Colby was a friend.
Not close, but we did cross paths more than a few times.
And l was out of the county when she died, so l couldn't attend.
Vey few people attended, ma'am.
The family wanted it real private.
Oh, l would have thought that she was close to a number of people that would have been offended by that.
Weren't they, Marvin? Friends like you, Nicole? NICOLE: _e_q.
Who were not in Denver and out of the county? You weren't eavesdropping, were you? l didn't realise you knew Fallon.
You were eavesdropping.
Well, tell me, why all this sudden interest and all these questions? Call it ennui.
Well, l was bored silly, sitting here waiting for you, so l decided to delve into your past.
Your wife must have been an e_raordinay woman, Jeff.
And so lucky to have had your love.
l'm treading on your past, your sorrow.
l'm sory.
Don't be angy with me, please.
_e_q? l'm not.
Come on.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Hello? Steven, it's Adam.
Can you hear me? l'm calling from Istanbul, and this is not the best connection.
l can hear you fine.
l talked to Gerard a while ago.
l'm vey concerned about Kystle.
Is there anything new? No, she's still upstairs.
Claudia and Dad are with her.
Steven, does Father know about Rashid Ahmed yet? STEVEM: Probably.
It's been all over the radio and TV the past few hours.
Adam, what do you know about what happened? ln fact, what the hell are you doing in Istanbul? l'm working for Denver-Carrington.
Look, Steven, Alexis is your tu_ and Blake is mine.
Would you be g_ enough to tell father that l'm gonna be here for a couple more days? And that the mission was accomplished.
He'll want to know that.
So be sure and tell him as soon as possible.
Goodbye, Steven.
KRYSTLE: Blake.
CLAUDIA: It's okay.
BLAKE : l'm still here, Kystle.
[KRYSTLE PANTING AND GRuNTING.]
Blake.
l'm not gonna lose my baby, am l? No.
No, darling, you're not.
l can't.
l iust can't.
JEANETTE: Mr.
Carrington? KRYSTLE: Blake.
- Where is that ambulance? - On its way.
Gerard's been checking, and it'll be here soon.
Mr.
Carrington, Steven asked me to tell you that Adam phoned.
He'll be back from Istanbul soon, and the job has been done.
- l think those were his exact words.
- All right, thank you vey much.
[GRUNTING.]
Rashid Ahmed.
He was killed.
Was it a dream? Was it? No, that's not for you to wory about.
This is not the time to wory about things like that.
[GRUNTING.]
Oh, the contractions are coming more quickly now.
BLAKE : Where are they? Where is that ambulance? [KRYSTLE PANTING AND GRuNTING.]
All right, excuse me.
You'll be fine.
All right, darling.
Breathe deeply now.
Push, Kystle.
Oh, push harder.
Oh, just a little harder.
Push.
You're doing great.
BLAKE : You're doing beautifully.
Come on, push.
Push.
[SIREN WAILING.]
CLAUDIA: Kystle, l see a head.
l see the baby's head.
Just a little longer, Kystle.
- All right.
CLAUDIA: Push.
Push again.
Come on.
Just breathe deeply, darling.
Vey deep.
Deeply now.
Oh.
Kystle, come on.
Just a little more.
A little more.
BLAKE : You're so close.
Come on.
CLAUDIA: Good.
Good, Kystle.
Kystle, Blake, it's a girl.
[BABY CRIES.]
lt's a girl.
Oh.
[LAUGHS.]
The baby's not breathing.
lt's not breathing.
KRYSTLE : What are you saying? Blake.
[PUFFING.]
[CRYING.]
Oh, God.
Oh, don't let this happen again.
l don't wanna lose her.
Breathe.
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
Please, breathe.
Come with me.
[SOBBING.]
Oh, God.
Please, breathe.
WOMAN [OVER PA.]
: Dr.
Divine.
Dr.
N.
Divine.
BLAKE: Dr.
Harris, how are they? - Sit down, Mr.
Carrington.
No, no, my wife and my child.
Now, l wanna know how they are.
We're watching Mrs.
Carrington closely.
She suffered a minor concussion during the fall, and we need to monitor her condition for the ne_ 24 hours.
But she's going to be all right, isn't she? l can't give you any guarantees.
Her vital signs are stable, and l anticipate no problems.
- And the baby? - She's in an incubator, naturally.
She's having some trouble breathing.
But with a premature infant, that's not all that unusual.
Doctor, l want straight answers.
Now, how serious is this? There's always an element of danger with a premature baby, Mr.
Carrington.
That's why l called in Dr.
Miller to work with me.
A neonatologist, specialises in preemies.
Good.
How soon can he be here? Dr.
Veronica Miller.
And she's with the baby now.
- We're doing what we can.
- Doing what you can? Now, l want you to do more than that.
l want you to do eveything humanly possible and then beyond that.
ls that understood? [BABY CRYING.]
[EKG BEEPING.]
JEFF: Blake.
BLAKE: Hello, Jeff.
Steven called.
l came right over.
l appreciate that.
Which one is she? Right here on the end.
l want you to know how sory l am about this.
But l'm sure that it's going to work out for the three of you.
l'm sure of that.
And l know that you and l have had our differences about what you called my playboy lifestyle.
But l care for you and Kystle vey much.
Thank you.
l'll be honest with you, Jeff.
Maybe l have been a little tough on you, because what l wanted was the impossible now.
To see you and Fallon together and happy.
Not easy for me to think of you and someone else.
Just something l'll have to get over, l guess.
Well, l'm gonna go back to the house and check on my son.
lf he's still up, which he shouldn't be by now.
- Call me ifyou need me.
- Thanks.
- Mr.
Carrington.
BLAKE: Doctor.
- This is Dr.
Miller.
- Hello.
Hello, Mr.
Carrington.
Sory l haven't been able to see you before now.
But we've been reviewing the test results.
Your daughter is suffering from respiratoy distress syndrome.
She's having difficulty breathing.
l know that, Dr.
Miller, but-- Great difficulty.
Well, do what you can.
l mean-- l mean, if you think it's necessay, you can call in other specialists from anmhere in the world.
Obviously that's exactly the procedure we'd follow if we had to.
But all that can be done is what we're already doing.
Maintaining her temperature, keeping her well hydrated and making sure that she keeps breathing adequately.
She looks like a fighter to me.
She's got a chance.
l'm gonna go look in on her now.
She's got a chance-- This is going to be a rough few days for you emotionally, l know.
And for your wife.
She's going to need all of our support, Mr.
Carrington.
You have to be strong for the both of you.
[EQUIPMENT BEEPING.]
STEVEN: Santa Barbara? WOMAN: That's right.
- When did you want me to leave? - This afternoon.
The Coastal Commission is meeting in the morning to discuss the Colbyco oil spill.
And l want you both there to protect our interests.
Both? Who else are you talking about? Didn't l put it in the memo? There's only one name in there, mine.
Well, his name is Fuller.
Luke Fuller, l believe.
He's our new PR man.
l thought you'd already met.
We've talked a few times.
Yes, well, he's e_remely bright.
He'll be of great help to you.
Mother, he'll be of great help to Colbyco without me.
lt's his iob to handle something like this.
Except he's not my son.
He's not an executive vice president of Colbyco.
He's not a symbol of Colbyco.
Steven, normally l wouldn't ask you to go, not at a time like this.
But l really do need you in California.
You're a Carrington, darling.
Life goes on and we do what we have to do.
Surprise.
Nice surprise.
l have made a discovey.
Hospital corridors, no matter how well decorated, can be slightly claustrophobic.
So l decided to take a break and invite a sort of special guy that l know to treat me to lunch.
Oh, is he sort of blond? Yeah, sort of.
He's tall.
Green eyes? Yeah, that's the one.
- l know the same guy, l think.
- Yeah? Who unfortunately cannot come to lunch, because he's on his way to Santa Barbara and has to meet with a couple of our engineers here first in 20 minutes.
That damned oil spill.
It's small, but it's there.
Oh, darling, l wish l could come with you.
Just the two of us alone for a little while.
But l really should stay.
You understand.
Yes, l do.
Luke, hi.
Come on in.
- You've met my wife.
- Yes.
- Hello.
CLAUDIA: Hi.
l was wondering what time you'd like me to tell the pilot to be standing by for us.
He has to be back here by 9 tonight in order to take Henderson to Fort Worth.
- Two o'clock ought to do it.
- All right.
Nice seeing you again, Mrs.
Carrington.
Claudia, it's a business trip.
It is both of our jobs to be there.
Haven't you leaned to trust me yet? Of course.
Bye.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
l see.
Don't wory, Rosalind.
l'll deal with Blake and Amanda.
Thank you for your warning.
Now, darling, you iust remember mine.
Keep your mouth shut.
WOMAN [OVER PA.]
: Dr.
ford.
Dr.
ford Just leave them there, Derek, and wait for me in the car.
Yes, Mrs.
Colby.
Alexis, why are you here? l brought a few presents for the baby, and l've got to talk to you.
This is not the right time, nor the right place.
Blake.
l know how concerned you are about your baby daughter.
But l'm concerned about my daughter, too, whom l love vey much.
Rosalind iust called me from London.
And she told me that you have private investigators poking into my past.
- Why? - Because l wanna know the truth.
l've told you the truth.
Now, why can't you accept it? When are you going to realise that Amanda is not yours, she is my daughter and you are never going to take her away from me? - Will you keep your voice down? - Never.
l thought l'd seen eveything.
My wife is in the hospital.
My baby is fighting for her life.
And you, you come in here enraged, because you might have to share Amanda with me.
You call that love? You've never loved anyone but yourself.
Now leave us alone.
l can't stand the sight of you.
mHISPERING.]
Mr.
Carrington, her vital signs are just fine.
mHISPERING.]
Oh, good.
Thank you vey much.
Could l send for something for you? - A cup of coffee, tea? - No, no.
No, thanks.
My baby.
[IN NORMAL TONE.]
Oh, she's fine, darling.
She's just fine.
She's in an incubator, but they're taking care of her.
Good care.
Excellent care.
- Go on, put your head-- - Is she all right? Oh, yes, yes.
She's a little small-- - But she is all right, isn't she? - Oh, yes, yes, yes, she's just pe_ect.
- You'll see.
- When? Well, l think we ought to wait until you get a little stronger.
You had a slight concussion when you fell.
But l feel fine.
l wanna see her.
Blake, you're not keeping something from me, are you? - No.
- You swear that? l swear.
Honest.
Trust me.
l know that there have been times when you haven't trusted me.
Like with Ahmed.
But believe me, l never meant for him to be killed.
But that's not important.
You're the only thing that's important now.
l'm sory.
lt was my fault that you fell.
Please, forgive me, please.
l don't wanna think about that now.
All l want is for my baby to live and be well.
l wish you'd stop talking for a while.
l told you, l have a headache.
Well, l iust happen to know a painless cure.
- A speciality of the house of De_er.
- Oh, Dex.
All right, we're due at the Stillmans' for dinner, so let's get going.
Look, l really don't feel like going, listening to a lot of boring banker's talk and having to gossip with their equally boring wives.
Look, Alexis, Colbyco might be prepared to thumb its corporate nose at Stillman banking money.
De_er International isn't.
Well, then, Iet De_er International go alone.
Putting together brilliant business deals seems to be all that you care about lately.
Yes, l do.
A lot.
Just as l care about you a lot.
No, amend that.
More than a lot.
Much more.
What's really the matter tonight? l mean, aside from the headache.
No, no, don't tell me.
lt's Blake, right? Right.
Do you know that he's hiring detectives to ty and find out who Amanda's father is? - Why would he bother? - To harass me.
His petty revenge for my having bribed Rashid Ahmed.
Poor Rashid.
l still can't believe that he's dead.
He was so vital-- Now you're changing the subiect.
Amanda.
Amanda's father.
What real difference does it make whether Blake Carrington investigates? - What do you have to hide? - Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Didn't you tell him who her father is? Well, of course l did.
l told him what l told Amanda.
- That was the truth, of course? - Yes, that was the truth.
- Don't tell me you don't believe me.
- Maybe l don't believe you, Alexis.
Because l know you so well.
Evey iota of you.
When you're happy, when you're down, when caviar thrills you, when you'd rather really have popcorn, when you're trusting and confiding in me and when you're not.
And you're not about this.
ls that it? Have you quite finished nagging at me tonight? Because l don't owe you or anyone else an explanation.
Now, l do have a splitting headache.
l do have a vey early business meeting.
So if you want to go to the party, then just go.
Because frankly, l don't give a damn.
Hi.
l'd say she was hiding something, wouldn't you? Do you make a habit of listening in on other people's conversations? Oh, look, Dex, l came out here a while ago to get some air.
Then you arrived with Mommy and began your little happy hour.
And l was stuck.
l bet you were, Amanda.
l was.
Besides, l live here now.
And this is really more my terrace than it is yours.
So if anyone's going to have to leave, it's going to be you.
Unless you'd rather stay and talk.
Or not talk, as the case may be.
What's the matter? Has Scarlett changed her mind about fun and games on the porch of Mama's sky-top plantation? When someone calls my bluff, l guess l throw in my hand.
lf teasing is a hobby of yours, little girl, l'd give it up and learn how to make brownies instead.
l am 20.
Well, in that case, you can bake a whole big cake.
The baby's made it through the first 24 hours.
[OVER PHONE.]
Oh, we're all hopeful.
We're really vey hopeful.
So when are you flying back to these lonely arms? STEVEN: Not as soon as l would like to, sweetheart.
The more l get to know about this situation, the more l realise there are quite a few people here l've got to calm down.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Hang on, iust a second.
Just a minute.
CLAUDIA: Oh, room service? A steak? More like Luke Fuller.
Work.
Oh.
We've gotta run through some strategy tonight for the morning meeting.
l've gotta go.
l love you, Claudia.
Kiss Danny for me and tell him to give you one for his old man, okay? Yeah.
Goodbye.
[SIGHS.]
l love you, too, Steven.
l'm sory to keep you waiting.
l was on the phone with my wife.
Eveything all right? Your father's wife, the baby? l sure hope so, Luke.
They've got a lot of us rooting for them.
- Like a drink before we get to work? - Yeah, club soda for me.
- l'll pour.
- Great, l'd like one too.
Guess the two of us are real ba_ly types.
Your wife, Steven, she's-- - She's vey beautiful.
- Thank you.
She reminds me of a French film star.
l can't think of her name offhand.
Bardot? Great figure.
No, before her.
Michele Morgan.
Beautiful cheekbones and eyes.
After her.
Ah.
It'll come to me.
Here you go.
Oh, God.
Now you know why they called me the clumsiest clod in class all through high school and college.
Oh, that's all right.
- No, l iust wanna-- l iust wanna-- - l said it's all right.
l'm gonna go change my shirt, and l'll be back in a few minutes.
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE.]
Oh, Blake.
Oh, she's beautiful.
So tiny and so beautiful.
Oh, can l hold her, just for a little while? Soon, Mrs.
Carrington, but not right now, l'm afraid.
Has she been eating? MILLER: Yes, we're feeding her, and she's tolerating it well.
Oh, look at those beautiful little ears.
- She is pe_ect, isn't she? - Mm-hm.
Blake, we have to give her a name.
Well, l thought we had decided on Emma.
Oh, Emma.
Vey pretty.
No.
Blake, l had a dream last night about a girl l knew a long time ago.
Six of us had gone out boating one day on a lake.
And suddenly there was a storm and the old boat turned over.
Two of us couldn't swim and the others were heading back to shore, even though we were screaming for help.
But not this one girl.
She was small smaller than both o!f us, but somehow she managed to grab ahold of us and get us to the dock.
l wanna name our baby after her.
Kristina.
l love you, Kristina.
Be as strong and as brave as she was.
And you'll win this.
You will.
AMANDA: Hello, Mr.
Carrington.
Amanda, hello.
l came by to see your wife, but she's sleeping.
- So l left her some flowers.
- That was vey thoughtful of you.
And l didn't want to leave until l told you how sory l am about the baby.
Well, thank you, but there's no reason to be sory.
She's going to be fine.
ls that why you've--? You've been--? - Been what? - Cying.
Does it show? AMANDA: Yes, it does show.
You can't fool me.
You may be Blake Carrington, but you're still human.
That's better, to see you smiling, even if it's only a trace of a smile.
lt's because you remind me of someone.
A terribly outspoken pain in the neck that you knew as a boy and probably threw pebbles at? My daughter, Fallon.
Do l really? She could see through me evey time.
Now it seems like l've met someone else who can.
Well, l do feel vey close to you.
lt's as if l could say anything to you and you'd understand.
lt's amazing, isn't it? l mean, for two comparative strangers.
lt is amazing, yes.
And what you said about Fallon.
l want you to know that l take that as the loveliest compliment you could've given me.
Bye-bye.
Yes, l wanna make a credit card call to Santa Barbara, California.
[LAUGHING.]
[SHOWER SPLASHING.]
Steven.
l have those papers you wanted to look over.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Hello, Luke Fuller here.
Luke.
Oh.
this is Claudia Carrington.
They must have given me the wrong room.
l want to speak with Steven.
Oh, this is Steven's room, Claudia.
l iust popped in, couple of minutes ago.
- May l speak with him? - He's in the shower right now.
But if you'll hang on for a minute, l can go call him.
- No.
- Okay.
Goodbye, Claudia.
Who was that? - Your wife.
- Why didn't you let me know? Sounded like she was in a hury.
No message to call her back at home or at the office? No, l think she was calling from a phone booth.
Lot of traffic noises in the background.
Anmay, those are the papers you wanted to look over.
And Steven, ne_ time we jog together, let's ty not to talk business, okay? lt's supposed to be a few miles of relaxation to relieve the stress.
DEAN: Claudia.
CLAUDIA: Oh, hi, Dean.
You looked as if you were gonna walk right by.
l didn't even realise where l was.
- Come to see the new exhibit? - Oh, sory, not today.
l think it helps to be in a good frame of mind to look at art.
But not drinking coffee.
Come on, l'll make you a cup.
You look as ifyou need it.
DEAN: The first years were tough.
Heh.
But now l finally have some vey interesting young artists.
And some even more interesting clients.
Alexis Colby, Conrad Stillman, Avril Dawson.
There you go.
Well, that certainly is the group.
Okay, enough polite preliminaries.
Do you wanna tell me what's wrong? lt helps sometimes to talk.
Usually l'm the one who says that.
Oh, to your husband? ls that the problem? Won't he talk to you? lt's no secret l find you attractive.
But l also happen to care about you, and l don't like seeing you so unhappy.
l better go.
You don't have to run away from me, you know.
You need somebody to talk to.
Now, what is it? [CLAUDIA SIGHS.]
l iust came from the hospital.
Blake and Kystle's baby, she may die.
lt's rough watching a child go through something like that, l know.
Just watching her, it reminded me of all of the people that l've loved and lost.
And how much it hurt to lose them.
And now Steven is slipping away from me.
Little by little, he's iust slipping away.
[CLAUDIA SIGHS.]
l feel so alone.
You're not alone.
l iust feel vey empty.
And frightened.
l don't know what to do.
Don't be afraid.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
And you're not alone.
There are people who care.
l care.
l care vey much.
l shouldn't have done that.
No, it's all right.
Well, l'm iust gonna go home and put my son to bed.
Guess about an hour.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
That's the boy with my dress.
Would you? Hi.
Thanks.
Just a moment.
- Hey, Nicole, got a five? NICOLE: Mm-hm.
NICOLE: Yeah, my purse is in the top drawer.
JEFF: Here you go.
Thanks.
''To Nikki your loving husban!d, Peter.
'' What are you doing with that? That's exactly what l was gonna ask you.
Blake, which do you think is the happier colour? The pink or the blue.
Oh, l'm pretty sure little Kristina is gonna think you'll be beautiful in either one of those colours.
You're no help.
Here l am going to visit our daughter Do you think that now the crisis is over, l can hold her? Well, it is only 48 hours, and she still is in the incubator.
l know, but if l could iust touch her, l'd feel so much better.
Mrs.
Carrington, Mr.
Carrington.
BLAKE : Doctor.
What is it, doctor? ls something wrong? As you both know, we've been doing blood tests on Kristina all along.
Yes, and they've been normal all along, too, haven't they? MILLER: Up until a few hours ago, yes.
Then one of the nurses noticed that your baby looked somewhat jaundiced.
Jaundiced? Well, go on, doctor.
A test a little more than an hour ago indicated a high level of bilirubin in the blood.
lt's been climbing steadily since.
What exactly does that mean? lt could lead to seizures, to brain dysfunction, to neurological problems, even to-- Even what? To death.
Oh, God.
No.
l wanted you to know that we have to begin massive transfusions immediately.
Drain evey ounce of the child's present blood.
And this procedure, will it be successful? Well, with an infant this frail, it's impossible to say what the result will be.
[KRYSTLE CRYING.]