"Mr. Carrington." "Oh, yes, Michael." "What is it?" "I hope I'm not bothering you, sir." "Not." "Not at all." "Just out for a little walk before dinner." "I hear that you've been indisposed the past few days." "Touch of the flu?" "Mr. Carrington, you found out that I was seeing your daughter... and you had me worked over." "Did I?" "Yes." "Well, if that were the case, then one would hope... that you learned a valuable lesson one that, in the long run, you might even thank me for." "Mr. Carrington, I know that you come out here to think things over... and, uh, I don't want to bother you." "I know you're still not out of that overseas trouble." "Oh, I will be." "But that's not why you came out here to talk to me." "What is it?" "I've found out something that may interest you." "Interest me or upset me?" "I'd guess both." "But then it's not my place to prejudge, is it?" "You know, whoever it was that did that to you..." "I'm not sure he got his money's worth." "Now, Michael, what tantalizing piece of gossip do you have for me today?" "It's about your wife, sir, and a certain emerald necklace." "How's dinner coming?" "Mmm." "It's not too bad." "It tastes a little like muskrat stew." "Maybe, uh, coyote." "Would you get your filthy tentacles out of there." "Oh!" "Look what you made me do." "Steven, don't laugh at me." "Now I have to go home and change my blouse." "No, you don't." "Listen, you go into my closet, take a shirt... and I'll take care of everything here." "Oh, that's good." "In fact, I even think it's an improvement." "Steven, why didn't you tell me you were seeing a lady?" "Who said I was?" "The evidence, my dear Watson." "The evidence." "Give me that." "Who is she?" "Is she somebody that I know?" "I said give me that." "Why don't you invite her over for dinner?" "I made enough for four." "I can't." "I'd like to." "Is she married?" "Fallon, can we get off this, please?" "Okay." "You are gonna tell Dad, though, aren't you?" "I mean, even if you don't tell him who it is." "Dad?" "Why should I tell him?" "Because it would make him feel better about... everything." "Yeah?" "Maybe he could take out an ad in the Denver Chronicle." ""My son slept with a woman." "He's not a freak after all."" "Come on, Steven." "Give him a little credit." "It would just make him Make him what?" "Love me?" "It couldn't hurt." "Well, he should love me... and not because of of who I'm seeing." "He should just He should just love me." "Do you love him?" "I'll get it." "Steven?" "Do you love him?" "Yeah, I do." "As much as you love him." "Maybe more." "Jeff, come on in." "Vino." "Yeow." "You didn't tell me it was gonna be that kind of a party." "Who is it?" "Mrs. Carrington." "All right if I come in?" "Yes." "Yes, come in." "I told them that I wasn't hungry." "Well, you have to eat something." "Hey, am I complaining that I had to sit alone in that dining room... for the past couple of days?" "Yes, I have deserted you, haven't I?" "Well, yes, you have." "You've, uh, shut yourself off." "I've been under considerable pressure." "I know, but it's not healthy." "I'm fine." "I'mI'm really fine." "You don't look fine." "Handsome?" "Yes." "Always." "Fine?" "No." "Blake, Wednesday is Cecil Colby's birthday." "I thought we should give him a party." "Why?" "Because he's your closest friend... and he lent you money when you needed it helped bail you out." "Yes." "He also took the opportunity to make me beholden to him." "For that, you want me to give him a party?" "Well, yes, I think that would be nice." "For him or for me?" "Well, for both of you." "We can invite Fallon Well, forget it." "But, Blake I said forget it, Krystle." "I don't need a damn party." "And will you leave me alone?" "Is that clear?" "Blake, why are you being so sharp with me?" "Blake?" "Have you been faithful to me?" "Blake... if I told you the truth, would you believe me?" "You're not an easy man to live with." "So I've been told." "Well?" "Do you have anything to tell me?" "You mean like a confession?" "Do I have anything to confess?" "No." "No, I don't." "I know what's choking off his appetite." "He's in love." "What's your excuse?" "Nothing." "It's nothing." "Don't give me that, Jeff." "I may have flunked a few courses at Miss Porter's... but I always got a Bplus on my beef Bourguignonne." "Okay." "You asked." "I'll tell you." "It's Louisiana." "What about Louisiana?" "I found out today why I didn't get the transfer there." "It seems your father had a little something to do with the decision." "More vino?" "No." "Meaning what, Jeff?" "Meaning Blake phoned my uncle, my uncle listened... and the whole thing was squelched." "I didn't know anything about that." "Excuse me." "Didn't you?" "No, I didn't." "Suddenly I don't think this is the time or place to discuss it." "We can discuss it only in the privacy of Blake Carrington's house, is that it?" "No, no, no." "Scratch that." "We can't even discuss it there." "Because we can't upset Blake Carrington, who might be listening through the walls." "Jeff, there are many ways in which my father can be intrusive squelching deals, even discussions." "But Wait a minute, Steven." "Listen, Jeff." "If you're not man enough to stand up to my father or your uncle... for God's sake, don't come crying to me about it." "You scratched." "Losing your touch, Mr. Carrington?" "Excuse me, Mr. Carrington." "Oh, sure." "Your mind doesn't seem to be on your game today, Mr. Carrington." "You're right, Joseph." "It isn't." "Strange." "I seem to find myself surrounded by people I can't trust." "I hope I haven't given you any reason to question my loyalty." "Oh, no." "No, it's not you." "It's others." "Funny, isn't it, how the people that you trust the most... will do you in, cut you the closest?" "That's whatJulius Caesar had to learn." "He learned a little too late to do anything about it, don't you think?" "Well, perhaps" "Perhaps I should profit from Caesar's experience." "There you are." "I've been thinking about what you said last night." "I've changed my mind." "I think we ought to have a birthday party for Cecil after all." "I want you to make the arrangements." "You know his favorite restaurant Le Chambiges." "You've heard him talk about that." "Yes." "Well, it's a bit far, but it'll be lovely." "Something else I'd like you to do for me." "That evening, would you wear the emerald necklace that I bought for you?" "Will you do that for me?" "Of course." "That'll be five dollars." "Considering the difference in our incomes... that doesn't seem very sportsmanlike to me." "That's an old line of yours, Joseph, and it's not going to work." "Besides, I need the money." "Five dollars?" "Five dollars." "You know, you'd do us both a big favor... if you did a little work on your game." "You seem to have turned yours around." "Well, we'll see." "We'll see." "Jeff, what are you doing?" "You're supposed to be getting dressed." "I happen to be the fastest dresser in the Rockies... and we have a good half hour yet." "I've got my makeup on." "Oh, you can fix your makeup." "Come on, Jeff." "We're going to a party, and it's a party for your uncle." "And he wouldn't mind." "Believe me." "In fact, I think he'd even prefer it if you and I stayed here a while and" "Come on, Jeff." "I don't want to disappoint anybody, including myself." "It's an important night, and we're expected to be there." "An important night for who?" "My uncle?" "Your father?" "Let's not start that again." "I thought you were going to take that up directly with them." "I have, at least with one of them." "What about the other?" "I'll get to that." "Meanwhile, uh, tell me something." "Why did you marry me?" "Well, I could've done worse." "You're pretty goodlooking." "So are a lot of guys." "You're rich." "Not as rich as you." "What can I tell you, Jeff?" "You're kind to orphans." "I asked you a question, Fallon." "Why did you marry me?" "Will you stop being dumb, Jeff, and get dressed?" "You don't have the nerve to tell me, do you?" "Don't I?" "No, you don't." "Okay, Charlie, here it is." "I married you because I made a deal with the devil." "Wish to God I hadn't." "What kind of deal?" "Nothing." "Forget it." "I said, "What kind of deal?"" "Let go of me." "What kind of deal?" "You disgust me." "You really do." "I married you because your uncle promised... to bail out my father if I did." "It's not true." "I made the whole thing up because you made me mad." "I just made the whole thing up." "What are you gonna do?" "I'm gonna get dressed." "We've a party to go to." "I asked you to wear the emerald necklace tonight." "I thought pearls would look better with this dress." "Well, they might, but..." "I'd like to see you in the emeralds... just this one last time." "I don't understand." "You've always said that if you could help me out in any way... you would do it, didn't you?" "Yes." "You know that the creditors are biting at my heels... that I've had to regroup, I've had to sell some things." "Now, the money that I would get from this necklace wouldn't be very much, but... it would help a bit." "I thank you for that." "To you." "Ah." "Ah, Blake." "Step over here a minute, will you?" "Excuse me." "Gotta hand it to old Cecil." "He does have an eye for class, doesn't he?" "Yes?" "Bethany had a question she's been wanting to ask you." "Cecil." "Come on, Bethany." "Ask him." "Well, I was just telling Cecil how much I like your airplane, but" "Ah." "I was wondering... how many miles do you get to the gallon?" "Seems to have charmed Blake, too, hasn't she?" "Pretty girl, wouldn't you say?" "That's what I like about you." "No, you haven't answered my question." "You didn't understand what I asked you." "Krystle?" "I hope you're having a nice time." "This is a jet." "Diesel fuel." "May I get you something from the bar, Krystle?" "Is anybody taking this down, I wonder?" "Mmhmm." "That's true." "Yeah." "II'll talk to you later." "Could we have a private conversation?" "Sure." "Sit down." "Think I have anything to worry about?" "I don't know." "But our hostess sure seems worried about something." "Krystle, maybe this is something we ought to discuss... in the privacy of my office." "If you were to drop by tomorrow morning, say, around 10:00." "It can't wait till then." "All right." "How much money do you need?" "A lot." "Well, that's not telling me anything." "Andrew, I've signed papers." "I'm the vice president of several of Blake's corporations." "Aren't I entitled to some sort of salary?" "Yes." "You get an honorarium a dollar a year." "A letter of credit." "Some way of getting a loan in my name." "Without Blake's knowing, you mean." "I don't believe it." "It's true." "I was there." "It was all the way down her back." "Don't worry." "I'm not gonna say anything." "But please, Krystle, don't don't put me in a position... where I have to find out why you need this money." "I don't want to know." "And please, for both our sakes... don't ever test my loyalty to Blake." "Is that the best you can do?" "II've tried." "It wasn't very good." "Let me show you the cockpit of this flying hotel... and you'll see what I mean." "Do you mind, Cecil?" "No, no." "Of course not." "Just don't let him tell you he's run out of gas and wants to park." "Very nice, Cecil." "A little birthday present for yourself?" "That's ultimately your charm, isn't it, Fallon?" "You always find something nice to say about everybody." "True." "Take Miss Bethany now." "The innocence of Marie Osmond... the eyes of Grace Kelly... the smile of Goldie Hawn." "It does rather look like she was put together out of spare parts, doesn't it?" "Why does it pain you so much to think that... something decent and meaningful might have come into my life?" "More meaningful than me?" "No, Fallon." "Not more than you." "But she's a kind and loving girl." "And despite the disparity in our ages..." "I think she cares for me in a very special way." "And I Sounds almost like a wedding invitation." "If it were... could you find it in your heart to R.S.V.P. gracefully?" "Can't you do anything about that?" "Why me?" "He's your husband." "You picked him out for me." "If you don't like the way he behaves, you tell him." "Better yet, have him beaten up." "That's the way you seem to handle the men in my life." "At the moment, it doesn't sound like an altogether bad idea." "Are you done, ma'am?" "Oh, yes." "Uh, sir?" "Oh, Jeff, Bethany." "Would you come over to the table, please, and join us?" "I believe it's time to toast Cecil on his birthday." "Cecil, to you." "You've been a good friend and more." "I don't think it's any secret here at this table... that you helped me out of some small difficulty recently." "And all it cost you was your daughter." "Well, that's not a very large price to pay for survival... is it, Blake?" "Sit down, Jeff... before you make a bigger fool of yourself than you already have." "Oh, I'd love to, Uncle, but I can't." "You know me dancing feet, soul of a gypsy." "Cecil, you know, your nephew is a very good dancer." "Mmm." "Please." "Am I interrupting something?" "I'm sorry." "Oh, no, no, no." "That's all right, honey." "Nobody minds." "By the way, have you met these folks?" "I mean, really met them." "Cecil Colby you know, of course." "Been called an unprincipled conglomerateur." "What's that?" "Never mind." "He's kind of proud of it, though, anyway." "And you know pride goeth before destruction." "Actually, he's a white slaver buys and sells people." "So you look out for him." "Not Cecil." "And this fellow over here Andrew Laird he's gone a little thick around the middle." "Would you believe he was once one of the most brilliant criminal attorneys... in the Rocky Mountain states?" "He gave up his career to shuffle papers for Blake Carrington." "Oh, at a scandalous salary of course." "But then who am I to judge Andrew Laird?" "When I've been bought for a spoiled little girl's... monkey on a string." "It didn't even cost the price of a new polo pony." "Blake Carrington I never did like very much." "Oh, as a kid, he scared the hell out of me." "I sure wasn't real anxious to have him as a fatherinlaw." "But tonight, I've got to confess I feel sorry for him... because he's been bought too." "Just like the rest of us." "Or sold, depending on your point of view." "Are you quite finished, Jeff?" "Not quite." "The one I think we really ought to drink to is Krystle." "She married into this..." "emeraldstudded zoo of ours... without any preparation at all." "And who knows what price she's going to pay for it?" "To you, Krystle." "Good luck, kid." "You're gonna need it." "Well, I'm done now." "Oh." "If there's anyone I haven't offended, please excuse me." "But I I promised this young lady the next dance." "Go after her." "See that she's all right." "She's your wife." "I said go!" "He's drunk." "He doesn't know what he's saying." "It wasn'tJeff." "What was it?" "Oh." "The necklace." "I figured you knew." "You hocked the real one, and you gave Matthew Blaisdel the money." "Yeah, I know." "I lent Matthew the money." "Oh, well, that's a fine distinction..." "I don't think my father's gonna make." "Does Blake know?" "I don't know." "Probably not." "He's been very busy, you know." "I hocked a watch Daddy gave me once very expensive in Brazil... for a soccer player." "Happens to the best and the worst of us... and those of us somewhere in between, I guess." "Just this once, I I really wish I could help you out." "Do you?" "I guess there's a certain... honor among us thieves... no matter what we think of each other." "So, if that helps you, fine." "As far as the necklace is concerned, you're on your own with that one." "My wife and I are going to take a cab back to the plane." "We'll wait for you there." "Let go of me." "I'm not going anyplace with you." "Do you want her back, Blake, or shall I take her?" "Fallon, you go with your husband." "Uncle, better pick up your lady." "I think she passed out." "Well... happy birthday, Cecil." "Mr. Blaisdel." "What is it, Michael?" "My boss wants to see you." "Hello, Matthew." "Get in." "I'm pretty busy, Fallon." "And Krystle's in a rather unpretty mess because of you, Matthew." "What mess?" "The necklace." "You're not gonna tell me you don't know how Krystle got the money to lend you?" "Would you believe me if I said I didn't?" "Krystle hocked an emerald necklace my father gave her." "She had a fake one to wear in its place." "But I think my father knows about it... and, knowing my father, I think he intends to do something about it." "Like what?" "I don't know, but it won't be pleasant." "I want to help her." "You do?" "Why?" "I guess, deep down... well, let's just say I'm a romantic... and Krystle's a woman in love." "She's in love with you, Matthew." "And you don't want to see the path of true love covered with tumbleweeds." "Yeah, something like that." "Fallon, you and I don't know each other very well, but, right now, I can tell you this." "You're about as convincing as a rattlesnake that's been taught to purr." "Now, what the hell do you really want?" "Okay." "Cards on the table." "I want you to do us all a favor." "Take Krystle off my father's hands and away from him for his sake and for hers." "And yours?" "And mine." "Tell Michael to pull over." "I want to get out." "I'll have him take you back after we talk." "Michael, pull this damn thing over." "All right, but you haven't told me what you intend to do about this." "Or is the line, "I have a family." "I have responsibilities"?" "You said it, so maybe that's the line." "Strange." "Bizarre." "I mean, you obviously don't believe in divorce... but adultery that's just fine." "Oh, yes." "Here we are." "This was given to me by Vince Harrison." "Kentucky 30 years old." "They served this at the White House, you know." "Blake, don't open it." "Well, you make it sound like murder." "Don't shoot." "Don't kill." "It's only a bottle." "You've had enough." "Have I?" "Oh, of course." "You're very worried about me, aren't you?" "Yes." "I am." "Are you really worried about me, Krystle?" "I mean, do you really care?" "Yes, of course I care about you." "I care about everything that's been happening to you these past few weeks." "I care about my husband who's been drinking too much." "I care about the way he's begun to treat people." "I care about my husband who has his chauffeur beaten up." "Oh?" "And what is it that you suppose you know about that?" "I was there, Blake." "I saw it." "What did you want me to do fight a duel with him over my daughter's honor?" "You could have fired him." "Why?" "It wasn't his fault." "Yes." "What happened to those days... when daughters were virgins... and sons took over their fathers' businesses... and wives cherished their husbands... forsaking all others?" "Do you love me, Krystle?" "Of course I do." "As much as I love you?" "Yes." "More than any man that you've ever known?" "Yes." "Then show me." "Show me how much you love me." "Now." "Blake." "Show me." "Hey, Carrington." "Friend of yours here to see you over by Gate A." "Hello, Steven." "Ted." "It's good to see you." "Here on business?" "No." "Leave of absence." "Boswell says I'm looking a little peaked... so I could use a few weeks away from New York City off salary." "I came to see you, Steven... to be near you." "II need to be, Steven." "Ted, things have changed." "Have they?" "Yes, they have." "I'm beginning to get my life together... with somebody else a woman." "You don't believe me." "Oh, why wouldn't I believe you, Steven?" "It doesn't mean I can't stick around for a little while." "I, uh, hear you have a new apartment." "Yes." "Where?" "Uh, Kensington Street." "Oh." "The whole street or, uh, a place like we used to have?" "No." "It's a It's a place like we used to have." "It's got a walkup, dumbwaiter." "You name it." "Well, if you, um, give me the address... and the key, I'll, um" "I'll make sure there's a feast waiting for you when you get home." "Pizza, red wine." "Come on." "How about it?" "It's my first day here." "Or isn't there any such animal as Western hospitality?" "Or is she living with you?" "No, she isn't." "She's married." "Hi." "Hi." "I'm glad you could show." "What is it?" "Open it." "Where'd you get it?" "The well came in, remember?" "Suddenly it's not so hard to get a loan from the bank." "I can't tell you how much it helped, Krystle." "I thank you for that." "I can't tell you how much it's gonna help me." "Okay, give me another one." "Okay." "Uh, give me a second." "Rain." "Rain?" "Mm." "Okay." ""I know John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs."" "Ooh." "Got you." "You think you do?" "Yeah." "II think I finally do." "Jonathan Swift." "Polite Conversation." "Not bad." "Darn good." "I mean, you were Princeton." "I'm only Northwestern." "Okay, come on." "Give me a category." "Oh." "Come on, come on." "Category." "Category." "Uh, fire." "Fire." "Okay, fire." "Um..." ""It is the burnt child who most dreads the fire."" "Ben Jonson." "The Devil Is an Ass." "Not bad." "Not bad at all." "Okay." "Me." "Do something about me." "Mm." "Your name is Ted." "Yeah." "Well, that's what they've been calling me Ted." "Theodore or Theo." "DDealer's choice." "Surname Dinard." "Dinard is a lovely little seaport on the coast of Brittany." "Yeah." "We were there once together." "You thought it was lovely." "I found it a little scruffy." "Anyway, go on." "That is about a virgin riding her bicycle along the coast, Steven." "That isn't about me." "Steven?" "Can I Ted... or Theodore or Theo Dinard" "stay here tonight... with you tonight?" "Steven?" "Yes." "Mrs. Carrington, please come in." "I'm very sorry to have kept you waiting." "I brought the money to get back my necklace." "The necklace?" "Yes." "Mrs. Carrington, forgive me." "I never expected you to come back for it." "What does that mean?" "I've sold it." "What?" "Who to?" "A South American gentleman." "Mrs. Carrington, I'm really quite sorry."