"Boy, this is sure exhausting." "I haven't sweat this much in years." "Oh." "Sorry about that, darling." "That's okay." "Next time I'll show you." "I'll make you grovel in defeat." "Have fun?" "Yeah." "Lots." "How about a little lemonade?" "Yeah!" "Love some." "Okay." "You want to tell him, or should I?" "I'll tell him." "Daddy, Jeff and I are gonna live here for a while." "If it's all right, Blake." "Well, of course it is." "What father of what indigent daughter and soninlaw... wouldn't allow them to come in out of the snow?" "What do you think, darling?" "This is a democracy, you know." "Of course." "Then it's unanimous." "Jeff has to be off playing traveling man some of the time." "I've loved this shack ever since I can remember." "Well, just sign the lease." "Right here." "Appreciate it, Blake." "Just for a while." "Krystle, thanks." "Fallon, you know we'd love you to stay with us." "I've gotta get going." "I gotta meet Ed and fix that damn winch again." "I ran into his wife yesterday at the market." "You did?" "Mmhmm." "She told me about that fight that you had with him over Steven Carrington." "Didn't I mention that?" "No." "She told me something else you didn't mention." "What?" "Steven Carrington's gay." "She say that?" "No." "Fruit." "I think she said he's... a fruit." "Well, that sounds like Nell and Ed." "That sort of talk disgusts me." "People have a right to be what they want to be." "Honey..." "I tried to explain that to him." "You sure it's okay if I bring him over this afternoon?" "Sure I'm sure." "What's his name?" "Christopher." "Is he a hunk?" "Oh, yeah." "Well, he's sort of cute." "You gonna take the car out?" "You gotta keep trying, gotta keep doing it." "I don't know." "I, um I might take the bus." "You know, energy crisis, all that." "Go make oil." "As much as I can." "See you tonight?" "Maybe take in a movie after dinner?" "Oh, I hate plans, Jeff." "I also hate Daddy's projection room." "Well, what I had in mind is we could, uh... take a drive into town, go to a theater and... maybe neck in the balcony." "Well, why didn't you say so?" "We'll see, okay?" "Michael." "Thanks." "What's the money for?" "The work you did to my car." "Took me 20 minutes." "Well, you didn't have to do it at all." "I know." "But the Carringtons give me just about everything I need." "Get out." "Want to walk?" "No." "I do." "So, how is he your groom?" "Ravishingly handsome, in case you haven't noticed." "That's with the lights on." "He's very gentle." "Just the way you like it about once every two months." "You know what I'd like to do?" "Kick you where it really hurts." "Hey." "Come on." "I think I'm entitled to a few minutes with you." "Entitled?" "You're entitled to that dumb uniform... and whatever my father pays you to drive." "Well, I used to be entitled" "That's right." "You said it." "Past tense." "You tell that to those football jocks your father pays too?" "What'd you do?" "Take out an ad in the locker room rag sheet?" "No more "entitled"?" "You want trouble, friend, you're sure as hell gonna get it." "What I want is you, Fallon." "You missed me?" "You'd be surprised how much." "Spare me." "When I was a little kid, we were pretty poor." "And when my mother used to ask me, "How much do you love me?"" "I'd say, "A million dollars."" "When she had to go to my grandmother's back east... and she'd come home, and she'd ask, "How much did you miss me?"" "I'd say, "A million dollars."" "That's how much I've missed you." "I am married." "So is half the world." "I don't intend to cheat on him." "Yet." "Why'd you marry him?" "That's my business." "He's a jerk, and you know it." "Offering me bucks a tip." "That's the world he comes from." "The world I come from." "We're generous to servants." "Well, your father seems to have different ideas about me." "I got a raise." "He says I'll be out of this dumb uniform in a while." "Why did you marry him, Fallon?" "Honest answer." "Well, for one thing, I want to own run ColbyCo Oil." "Honest enough for you?" "Then you swiped the orchid out of the wrong hothouse." "Cecil Colby." "You sure had a chance to make it with him." "You think you know a lot, don't you?" "Are you gonna take me back to town, or do I drive that hearse myself?" "My pleasure." "I just found a note from an obviously beautiful woman on my bed." "Hmm." "The woman or the note?" "Sad to say the note." "Pretty sexy stuff too." "Said "Meet me in the kitchen." "Urgent."" "Oh." "Well... here we are." "I don't understand." "Where is everybody?" "Where's the staff?" "Sent them packing." "Gave them the day off." "Do you mean that we're alone?" "Well, I am the mistress of the house." "That's what the man said." "Didn't he?" "Mmhmm." "So, how would he like his Spanish omelet?" "Very Spanish." "Hmm." "Lots and lots of hot stuff?" "Oh, yes." "Lots and lots of hot stuff." "Mrs. Carrington, I love you." "And I love you." "Especially Especially what?" "On a day like today." "When those lines up there don't look quite so tight." "When you can yell out to the rest of the world..." ""Hey, I'm taking the day off, and I'm gonna be with my wife."" "I feel so relaxed when I'm with you." "Oh, and I'm happy just to see you that way." "Like I'm happy I've got everything I've ever dreamed of." "Ah." "Back to work." "And then, I'd like to talk." "About what?" "Well, about us." "I love being with you, and I want to be with you more be more involved in your life... in your work." "I used to be a pretty good secretary." "I helped whenever I could." "I'd like to help again." "Guess I've talked." "End of speech." "I think that might be arranged." "You know, there's something that I want from you too." "Just as seriously." "I want a child by you." "And soon." "Very soon." "Because, you know... neither one of us is getting any younger." "And I want to give you a child." "But do you suppose we could just hang in there until after the Spanish omelet?" "Mmmmm." "Ooh." "It's getting on." "Mr. Colby's going to be wondering." "Oh, well." "Well, back to the office." "Whatever 'appened, luv, to the twohour lunch?" "No offense, Michael." "I mean, I'd love the next dance, love." "I mean, you are Baryshnikov with just the right dash of Nureyev... and we will pasdedeux it again, love soon." "But as for lunch at the dungeon, I'm lucky if I can squeeze out an hour and a bit." "Mmm." "Take a letter." "Michael wants to talk to your boss about this." "Cecil Colby?" "Mmm." "Half the time his cook slips a sandwich into his attache case." "Peanut butter." "Do you believe it?" "I've hopped out for a ham and swiss for Carrington." "Maybe that... as they say... is how the rich get richer." "Oh." "That's the bloody truth." "Cheap lunches, $35 Christmas presents." "I priced mine." "That's about 12 bleeding pounds." "Oh, yes." "They do have their ways, these giants like Colby and Carrington." "Washing the caviar grains from each other's hands... bailing one another out." "You were saying?" "Mmm." "How I'd better split." "About bailing each other out." "Colby." "Carrington." "Well, it's no big deal." "It happens all the time, one fashion or another." "Well, what happened here?" "Mmm." "It's confidential." "Mmm." "That's the best kind." "Are you with the S.E.C.?" "No." "That tabloid." "Who did what to whom and breathlessly continued on page eight." "Hmm?" "I... am with you, Jennifer." "And I like you." "I like your face." "Ooh." "I like your body." "I like the way you talk." "And not in that particular order." "Michael... is this between us?" "I mean, strictly?" "On my mother's grave." "Coo!" "Did the poor soul die this week?" "You telephoned her in Los Angeles from my office Wednesday." "Freebies." "That, uh Hmm?" "Was my stepmother." "Ah." "My mom... died at childbirth." "Oh." "So... what happened?" "Well... enter one day Ms. Fallon Carrington... now Mrs. Fallon Colby... wife of the young MasterJeffrey." "Are you with me so far?" "All the way." "Come on in, Chris." "It's Mom." "She made some cookies for us." "We're supposed to pig out on them." "Oh, where is she?" "She went to visit a friend." "Dig chocolate milk?" "Mmhmm." "She's sure pretty." "I'll tell her she's got an admirer." "Have a cookie." "Great." "What scenes do you want to rehearse?" "Well, I kind of think we should go through all of them." "Okay." "Matthew's fine." "I think we're beginning to make it work between the two of us." "It's slow, but, um..." "I think we're getting there." "Anything else you want to tell me about him and you?" "You can say it." "I'm not asking for pictures." "Sex." "That wasn't so hard." "It's getting better." "And it's happening more often." "But that's not what you wanted to talk about." "Look, that light's really bothering my eyes." "Could you do something?" "Thank you." "I've begun to worry about myself in the past few days." "Why?" "It goes back." "Go back." "I don't want to, Dr.Jordan." "Suits me." "As long as the meter's running." "I'm just in this for the money." "Liar." "We talked about it before." "How I used to think when I was in the hospital that Matthew was... probably with other women." "And how I used to lie in my room and, um... sometimes at night I'd think about it, and I'd be" "Angry?" "Very." "But in my heart, I always knew that it was, um... just a need." "Matthew's need." "So I became less sad, and, um... more and more, they became these women my husband's faceless needs." "They were faceless to me." "Then one night last week, I had a terrible feeling I was meeting one of them." "Where?" "The butcher's?" "The baker's?" "Outside of Lucy Sorella's brothel?" "I'm sorry." "I didn't realize this was supposed to be funny." "What's not funny is when you won't let it out." "You've got something to talk about." "Talk." "It was at a dinner party." "She was the hostess." "Recently married to a man Matthew used to work for." "Very beautiful." "Beautiful eyes." "Except when they looked at mine, they looked away." ""They call me Katharine that do talk of me."" "You lie, in faith, for you are plain Kate... and bonny Kate... and bonny Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom." "And therefore, Kate, take this of me..." "Kate of my constellation." "That's consolation." "Is it?" "Oh, yeah." "Who cares?" "We have been at it pretty long." "Would you like to listen to some records?" "Supertramp?" "Boring." "Supertramp?" "This afternoon at least." "I think it's time for some more cookies." "Chris, what are you doing?" "I like you." "You like me, right?" "No." "Please, Chris." "Chris!" "I said no." "Lindsay, it's okay." "I said no!" "Get out.Just leave." "Get out of here." "Leave." "Boy, you're as crazy as your mother." "Get out!" "Ooh, that was nice, Carrington." "You want to do that again?" "Come on." "Why don't you leave him alone?" "Oh, I don't wanna hurt him." "I just want to see if he could fly off of the top of that rig." "Steven." "Walter and I, uh" "We like the work you've been doing." "Thanks." "Guess I should've mentioned it." "Been so damn busy and things going on around here." "Yeah, I know." "Listen, if, uh if you don't have any other plans, uh" "Well, uh... we'd like to have you out to the house tonight for dinner." "What is this, Blaisdel?" "Be kind to a faggot week?" "Forget it." "Matthew." "I'm sorry." "I'll be there." "And thanks." "Tell your wife that I I look forward to seeing her again." "We had a very nice talk last time." "Yeah." "She told me about it." "The hospital." "How you understood." "And I appreciate that." "Well, it was a pretty good evening all the way around." "You know, I was especially proud of Krystle the way she handled things." "Her first big Carrington social event." "Yeah." "She did fine." "Well, we eat around 6:30." "Lindsay." "Lindsay." "It's Claudia." "She sounds a little upset, and I thought you'd better talk to her." "Claudia?" "Matthew." "I don't know what's happening." "Lindsay's gone, and so is the car." "Well, just take it easy." "Uh, I'm on my way home right now." "I'm leaving right now." "It's Lindsay." "She's gone." "Mr. Carrington, I don't mean to bother you." "That's quite all right." "What is it?" "It's about Fallon." "What about Fallon?" "There hasn't been an accident?" "She's all right?" "No, sir." "No accident." "Well, then, what is it?" "What did you want to talk to me about?" "Sir, I" "I know how important Fallon is to you." "Yes, yes." "Well, I I don't know how to say this." "You don't know how to say what, Michael?" "It's about Cecil Colby." "He's been using his money to keep you going." "And?" "There was a deal made." "A deal?" "What kind of a deal?" "What are you talking about?" "Maybe I've said enough." "No, now wait a minute." "What deal?" "Fallon agreed to marry Cecil Colby's nephew Jeff." "In exchange, Colby would bail you out financially." "You're lying." "Yes, sir." "If that's what you want to believe." "And how did you find out about this?" "I can't say, Mr. Carrington... but I thought you should know." "She's right here, Claudia." "Yeah." "She's all right." "She's all right." "How else is she gonna be when she's with her Uncle Walter?" "All right." "Mom and Dad are on their way over here." "Now, you know what I would do if I were them?" "The minute I saw you, I'd" "Well, I'd grab and hug you and kiss you." "And then I'd give you one he" "I'd give you one good thrashing'." "You're too young to drive." "You're only 14, going on eight." "You taught me." "Well, maybe that was my mistake." "Then there was that bull about your..." ""Can I inherit what my mom had?"" "No." "You got hemophilia?" "No." "I've seen you cut and scrape yourself a hundred times." "Now you can inherit hemophilia... but you can't inherit a nervous breakdown." "That's what your mother had." "And I say "had" because she's recovering now." "I just think you ought to... talk these things over with your mom." "Oh..." "I can't talk to her." "She wouldn't understand." "Try her." "Now I gotta go try to find some oil." "Are you all right?" "Huh?" "Lindsay." "What happened?" "Something must have happened to make you do something like this." "I don't want to talk about it." "Hey, Lindsay." "Did you know that you worried me and your mother half to death?" "Did you know that?" "Now, you want to talk about it now, or you want to talk about it later?" "Later, please." "Okay." "All right." "You go home and get yourself some hot milk, okay?" "All right." "It's all right." "It's okay." "Go ahead." "Christopher?" "At the house?" "Yeah." "He try to do things with you?" "How did you know that?" "I'm a mother." "All mothers are geniuses, among other things, right?" "Anything else?" "He said something, didn't he?" "About me?" "Something like..." ""You're all mixedup, kind of crazy like your mother"?" "Maybe something even heavier, huh?" "Lindsay?" "Yes." "And I hate him for it." "You hate me too a little, don't you, for making it happen, huh?" "No." "I hate him." "He's the stupidest kid I ever met." "He's a young man, Lindsay." "He's not a kid." "You're a young woman." "There are men who respect women." "There are men who don't." "There are... men who... try and hurt you if if you reject them." "Others will understand." "Someday, you're gonna find that special somebody." "And when you do... you'll see that it can be very beautiful when it happens." "Was that the way it was with you and Daddy?" "Yes." "It was." "My birthday's in June too." "The seventh." "We're both Geminis." "Yeah." "How about that?" "Well, you two don't look like twins to me." "Daddy, that was awful." "Okay." "Here it is." "Meat loaf a la "I didn't know we were having company until too late."" "Well, it looks good, honey." "Steven." "Mmm." "Looks great." "Thanks." "She puts in special herbs." "Does your wife ever make meat loaf for you?" "Uh, I'm not married." "Oh, you're not." "I just thought that she was out of town or something." "Are you engaged?" "Lindsay, that's, uh That's not a very nice question to ask somebody... and it's not very proper." "Why not?" "Nope." "I'm not engaged either." "Bicycling in Central Park on Sunday afternoon." "Riding the Staten Island Ferry at twilight... with that incredible skyline made to orderjust for you." "And the plays Oh." "The theater." "You have your choice of at least 70 plays five nights a week... including two matinees." "Broadway, off Broadway... off off." "That's where I'm going first off." "New York." "Well, what happened to, uh, New Orleans?" "Mardi Gras can wait." "I've got this thing about parades." "Dumb." "I figure if I can save up half my allowance for... three years, I'll be able to just get on a plane and take off." "Well, the way I compute it is that, uh... you'll probably get as far as somewhere over Kansas." "My father straight "A" student, geologist and engineer." "But he's right." "I am rotten in math." "Well, speaking of math... what do you say we head upstairs and jump on that exam you've got coming up?" "Yeah." "I need all the help I can get." "Good night, Mom." "Study hard." "It was really nice meeting you, Steven." "Hope you drop by again soon." "I will." "Steven." "I'll see you later." "Okay." "Would you like some more coffee?" "Uh, okay." "I'll make some." "I want to know why you did it." "I want to know who told you." "Which one of your spies?" "That's irrelevant." "Irrelevant?" "Nothing's irrelevant in this house." "It never has been." "Where are you going?" "Well, I think the two of you should be alone." "No." "You stay." "You wanted to be a part of this family." "Now be a part of it." "All right." "Now you've married Jeff." "Do you at least love the boy?" "Why did you do it?" "What made you think I needed your pity, your concern?" "Have I ever needed it before?" "Answer that." "I'll answer it for you." "It's no." "And you were going to help me... by agreeing to some unholy pact with Cecil Colby." "What makes you think that I couldn't have done that myself if I wanted to?" "What makes you think that I haven't been able to... claw my own way up from setbacks before?" "I've gone to congressmen and kings... and dictators and mob bosses when I needed help, and I got it." "And you were safely tucked off at schools and... on jets and in $200anight hotels... in Rio and Europe and the Caribbean... with your beachboys and soccer studs... and you name 'em, you found them." "And I was here, without you, handling the problems clawing my way if I had to." "And I did it without your damned help." "All right." "Tell me." "Just tell me this." "What are you going to do a year from now when I pull myself out of this and I will" "What are you going to do if I find myself in trouble again?" "Are you gonna sell yourself all over again?" "Blake, don't." "She loves you." "She's only trying to" "Stay the hell out of this." "It's between my father and me." "You apologize to my wife." "I will not." "Apologize to her." "All right." "Don't shut up, Krystle." "Nobody shut up!" "All right." "I sold myself." "But let me tell you this." "I'm ready to let the brass ring go." "I have since the first night I put it on." "No." "You keep that on, and you stay married to that young man." "You make that thing work." "Thing?" "That's exactly what it is too." "A thing." "Okay." "You don't like it." "Neither do I." "So now that that's out in the open... why don't we just let the whole thing go and forget it?" "You're panting for some respectability around here." "Force it on Steven." "Let him get married." "Make another one of your kind of deals." "You keep that ring on, and you make that marriage work!" "Chocolate chip cookies always do that to you?" "Uh, do what?" "Make you smile." "No, I was just thinking about Lindsay." "Her free spirit." "Her openness." "You know, it seems to leave so many kids when they reach" "I don't know 15 or 16." "I hope she hangs onto it that it never leaves her." "Never left you." "I'm not open." "Oh, yes, you are." "I think you are." "About important things." "Like who you are... what you feel." "Matthew told you about me." "Someone did." "You know, sometimes" "Sometimes I wonder what the hell am I doing?" "I mean, what am I doing there on that job?" "Why don't you leave it, Steven?" "Why don't you quit?" "I don't know." "Oh." "But if I didn't know you as well as I feel I know you, I'd... think the boss's wife was telling me to pack it in." "I am." "I wouldn't think any less of you." "Well, I wouldn't want to miss another exquisite meat loaf dinner." "You're always welcome here." "You You mean you'd you'd really want me?" "Yes." "Of course." "I'd bring you flowers next time... and and make thee beds of roses." "That's That's from a poem." "Uh, it's Marlowe, I think." ""A Shepherd Sings to His Love."" "God." "You know, I have acquired this crazy habit... of quoting to you."