"Jeanette, I wanna talk to Peter Burroughs." "Get him on the telephone for me, will you?" "This hour?" "Get him for me." "I'll be in the library." "No.!" "No.!" "No, Peter.!" "Blaisdel." "Matthew Blaisdel." "Well, I've just come from a party at the Patricks'... and I heard that somebody gave him the money to fish the bit out of that rig of his." "Well, it means that he's started up his operation, that's what it means." "I wanna know who it was that gave him that money." "Yes." "Yes, indeed, I have my suspicions." "Yes." "Yes, I suspect it could be Patrick." "Or it could be Harrison or MacReady or Wilson or Manning or Colby." "You name it." "Correction, Peter." "You find out." "They're your friends, Blake." "Hmm?" "Colby, Harrison and the others." "They're old friends." "It wasn't one of them." "How do you know that?" "Because I know them." "I feel it." "Well, let me tell you something about friends, Krystle my friends." "In this business, your only friend is a dead enemy." "The minute you hit the ground, these friends will turn on you like a pack of hungry dogs." "Why do you say that?" "Well, because if the situation was reversed..." "I would do the same to them." "You're trembling." "It's just that it's cold in here, and..." "I don't enjoy seeing you upset." "You know something?" "You are the only person in this whole, burntout world that I feel comfortable with." "I mean... really comfortable." "That's awfully nice to hear." "Sometimes the pressures are so heavy that I know." "Now, Fallon." "She's never been easy... but I think she's beginning to come around now that she's married toJeff." "Notice any change in her?" "Yes." "Now, Steven He'll come around too, Blake." "You'll see." ""Blake."" "You know, when Steven was born... his mother wanted to name him "Blake," and I said" "Well, I said no." "I had no reason why." "I just said, "Let's name him after your father."" "You think the boy might have sensed that?" "Do you think that could've affected him in some way?" "I don't think so." "Krystle, our child, when we have one and I know we're gonna have one soon we'll call him Blake, all right?" "Our child, the one that you will give me." "Hi, honey." "Be ready in a minute." "I'm looking for a job." "Why?" "Well..." "I want a job." "It's piping hot, so blow on it." "Claudia, things financially, they're not that rough." "In fact, they're getting pretty good again." "I know that." "I'm glad." "I wanna go to work." "Maybe that's a better way of putting it." "What about Lindsay?" "Don't you think she needs you more than you need a job?" "Well, of course she does." "She's at school most of the day." "Anyway, I don't plan on working nights." "I'll be home every day from 4:00 to 5:00." "Claudia, I can support my family." "I don't need for anyone to think otherwise." "Matthew, nobody's gonna think that." "Good." "It's settled." "No more talk of work and jobs and all that." "Matthew, it is not settled." "It's not settled at all." "Don't worry." "Nobody's going to say that Matthew Blaisdel needs hormone shots... just 'cause his wife's got a parttime job." "I'm sorry." "I didn't mean that." "Look." "I never went to college, you know?" "I'm not blaming you for that." "I made you a mother at 16." "You didn't do it by yourself, you know." "I know, but" "Well, it seems that... you had so much goin' for ya I mean... ahead of you and all." "You never got to go to college." "You didn't even finish It doesn't matter." "We were kids." "We got into trouble." "We made a mistake." "We have to figure a way to stop punishing each other, to forgive each other for that, huh?" "I know." "H Breakfast is ready." "No." "I'm not very hungry." "And I'm late." "No." "It's early." "I'm really late, and I have to go." "Hey, Matthew!" "Tom, you got a problem?" "Yeah." "I thought the rig was runnin' pretty smooth, but something funny started happening." "I think maybe you'd better take a look at that B.O.P." "Why don't you get Walter to do it?" "I gotta make a phone call." "Wait a minute." "Walter's sacked out." "He's been working all night." "You really don't want me to wake him up, do you?" "Not if you value your life." "All right." "Let's take a look." "Listen, I told my brotherinlaw to stop by and see you." "He's a good roughneck." "You know what I'm thinkin'?" "Somebody pulled this screw out." "That's why we twisted off." "And I think I know who did it." "So the bartender comes in." "He's looking at an orangutan." "He says, "Look, man, you're costing' me money."" "The orangutan looks up and says, "If you're charging them 10 bucks a bourbon... like you're charging me, man, you're gonna lose them and me at the same time."" "Ooh!" "Hey, you run 'em again, I'm gonna start cryin' a lot." "Hey." "How you doin', Matthew?" "Fine.Just fine." "Thought I'd catch up with you at the rig." "Well, I'm just takin' a break." "Man's entitled." "Sure is." "Besides, I'm celebrating;" "You got all the money again to start up with the work." "How'd you get it, anyway?" "I made it a practice never to discuss my business... with other people." "Good idea." "So what's on your mind?" "Oh, beer, a little conversation." "Well, sounds good to me, 'cept my friend here, the hustler... has just left me something to play with." "Steven Carrington didn't twist us off." "He was set up." "You sayin' that I did that, Matthew?" "Take it anyway you want." "Well, why don't you go back and ask young Miss Carrington about it, huh?" "I'm askin' you." "Well, a kinda question like that could end up with you chewing' on a cue stick... if you get my meaning." "Why don't you go back and ask your sissy friend?" "I'd rather have a sissy for a friend than a sneak and a coward." "Are you sayin' that about me, Matt?" "I don't see anyone else in this room that fits that description." "Hey.!" "Come on.!" "Hey, fellas.!" "Break it up.!" "Break it up.!" "Come on, you guys.!" "Break it up.!" "Hey.!" "Get up here!" "Let's go!" "Come on!" "Get up!" "Get up!" "Who paid ya?" "You're crazy!" "Who paid ya to twist us off?" "Let me go!" "You're crazy!" "Who?" "I did it on my own." "Who?" "Damn you!" "Who?" "Carrington's people." "I'm gonna give you some advice." "I don't wanna see your miserable face again." "You got that?" "Well, Matthew, you look like you've been in some kind of a scrape." "You've probably heard about it by now." "And who was the unlucky man at the other end of those sometimes notorious fists?" "Names don't mean anything." "None of my business, huh?" "Well, can I pour you a drink?" "No." "How 'bout a Havana?" "I know you don't want your old job back." "Heard your good news." "You're in business again, you and Walter." "That's right, Blake." "Well, all right then, Matthew, what are you here for?" "I wanna know what kind of man would let his son take the rap for something he didn't do... for something his own father set up." "Oh." "That, huh?" "So I'm suspected of that, am I?" "The trouble with you, Matthew, is two things:" "One, you're as quick with your accusations as you are sometimes with your fists." "And two, you're really very emotional, aren't you?" "I mean, under that cool layer of hide, there sits an emotional streak... that says something to me that you're not cut out for that new managerial position of yours." "You know, Blake, I used to respect you." "I used to think you were the smartest man I'd ever known, but you're losin' it." "You're dyin'in it." "You're operating the old way." "Trouble is, the day of the old tycoon the oil baron is over." "And like them, you don't have any values anymore." "You don't give a damn about anybody or anything." "Oh, come on, Matthew." "You're talking about America, the American dream." "Laissezfaire." "Mother." "Apple pie." "Petroleum." "I'm talkin' about how you poison just about every damn thing you touch." "Just about everything, huh?" "Including my wife?" "Does that include the only thing that you really want?" "I know you, Matthew." "We've been friends, and we've been enemies too." "I know one thing about you, that you're honest." "So you look me right in the eye and you tell me... that you still don't think about Krystle every night and every day." "Day and night." "You do that, and I'll call off my dogs." "Oh, Mrs. Gunnerson, is that for me?" "No." "It's for Steven." "Do you know if he's still in his room?" "Uh, I think so." "Oh, Mrs. Gunnerson, I forgot something." "I'm going back upstairs." "Why don't you just give that to me?" "I'll give it to him." "Mrs. Gunnerson?" "Of course." "Get thee behind me, Satan!" "Uh, it's for you, Steven." "Well, how about that?" "Well, it could've been for me." "The "Steven" isn't very clear." "Besides, I thought it might be an emergency from Jeff in the Middle East... dodging all the cross fire and stuff." "You don't like him being there." "Well, I think it was pretty dumb of his uncle to send him now." "Well, Cecil Colby obviously knows that he's gonna do a pretty good job." "Otherwise, he would've sent somebody else." "Aren't you gonna open it?" "Yes, I am." "Well, who do you think it's from, Stevie?" "Oh, I know who it's from." "Are you at least talking to me?" "Look, Mrs. Nemerover's holding the part open for you." "I don't wanna do it." "Well, you don't have to kiss him." "What are your parents going to say?" "I don't know." "I don't care." "Look, your mom told my mom that she's nearly finished making your costume" "Would you lay off about my parents, Tania, please?" "I'm sorry." "Lindsay, what's with you?" "Are you in trouble?" "I mean, when you cut class You wanna know where I went?" "I'll tell you, and I don't care who you tell." "I went to the county clerk's office... to check on my parents' marriage certificate." "I found out they had to get married because of me." "Oh." "Well, hey, that's okay." "I mean, come on." "You're not the first one that's happened to." "And it's not your fault." "Well, I mean, it's not your parents' fault either." "Maybe they couldn't help themselves." "Oh, Lindsay, it's not the end of the world." "Hi, darling." "Hi." "You have an accident?" "Nothing big." "You look tired." "Well, I guess I am." "I don't know." "I just felt like I wanted to come home... and spend a little time with my family." "Walter's handling things, and Bobby's come back." "Is that the dress Lindsay's wearin' for the play?" "That's pretty." "Where is she?" "She's upstairs... in bed." "This early?" "She said she wasn't feeling well." "I think there's something going around." "I'll fix you some pork chops, okay?" "They're really good." "No, honey." "I ate with the crew." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." "I'm gonna go look in on Lindsay." "Here you are." "I didn't ask for that." "Well, I know, but I thought you might want some." "Krystle, I'm busy." "You see, I'm tryin' to make some sense out of this mess." "Can't it wait till morning?" "Are you coming to bed?" "Yeah." "In a while." "Soon." "Soon." "Hi!" "Hello, Fallon." "Did you have a good time?" "Yes, I did." "Sorry to disappoint you." "Why would that disappoint me?" "Well, because my husband's out of town... and according to your bourgeois ethical system..." "I should've been locked in my room with a Bronte novel." "In case you're interested, my escort tonight was Muffins Begley... you know, of Begley Bed I mean, Begley Bread." "Begley Bread and muffins, and pastries, whatever." "Is Dad home?" "Is Steven home?" "Oh." "Good night." "Backgammon, anyone?" "Monopoly?" "Steal the Old Man's Bundle?" "Anything to cheer up a deserted old wife." "How 'bout lettin' a little old brother get some sleep?" "Why?" "What did you do today that you're so tired?" "I spent the whole day thinking." "Oh!" "God knows that can be worse than work." "Thinking about what?" "About what I'm going to do." "Well, there's Dad's offer." "Don't sell him short, Stevie." "Okay." "I've waited all day to ask, and that's a record." "Who'd you get the telegram from?" "You know that, Fallon." "Your Ted?" "Ted." "And Ted said?" "Or said Ted?" "That he was going to be in Los Angeles tomorrow... and that he was going to be in San Francisco the day after... and he wanted me to meet him at either place, okay?" "Well, the question is, is it okay with you?" "I mean, do you wanna meet him or be with him in either place?" "I'm not sure." "Steven, remember when you were little?" "You had every little girl in this place... doing flipflops all over you." "How did you feel then about those girls?" "I was attracted." "And that they were very pretty, a lot of them." "Well, some of them still are." "And they're still doing flipflops too." "Have you ever tried with one of them?" "Have you ever tried with any girl?" "You haven't, have you?" "Steven, if you haven't even tried... how are you gonna know who you really are or what you are?" "Maybe I'll never know, Fallon." "I don't know why we are what we are." "We haven't had a mother around for a very long time." "That could be it." "Ohh." "Here I am, the scandal of Colorado, and here you are" "Blake Carrington's mistake." "Boy, we are a pair." "Phew." "Well, whatever we are, I know one thing:" "You're scared." "And so am I. Lots of stuff still scares me... like I won't amount to anything... that I won't measure up to Blake Carrington." "Remember how after our mother left, I couldn't sleep for six months?" "I used to come in here, and we'd hold hands in the dark... wondering where she went and why she went... and never knowing." "Remember how I used to tell you how much I loved you and cared about you?" "No." "I don't remember any of that." "Well, I'm telling you again now." "I got word you wanted to see me." "Yeah." "I still owe you a half week's wages." "Is that all?" "No." "When I apologize to a man, I like to do it facetoface." "Apologize?" "For what?" "It was Ed who twisted us off." "I know that." "We all do." "I'm offering you your job back, Steven, if you still want it." "I don't want it, Matthew." "Steven, people make mistakes." "They Mistakes?" "You call it a mistake." "I call it something else." "Like what?" "Like I wonder if you and the rest would've been so quick to condemn one of the others." "Well, what are you tryin' to say?" "You know damn well what I'm tryin'to say.!" "Matthew, they strung me up." "They took a rope, tied it around my ankles, hoisted me up and let me hang there." "And you you didn't even talk to me." "You just took it for granted that "the faggot" did it." "Mrs. Blaisdel?" "Yes?" "It's Ed, from out on the rig." "Oh, Ed." "Hi." "How are you?" "I guess you bet against ever seeing me in a bookstore, huh?" "Well What happened to your face?" "Did you get in that accident out at the drill site?" "Oh, didn't Matthew tell you?" "Oh, well, him and me, we had a disagreement, guess you'd call it." "Anyway, I'm not workin' there anymore." "I'm sorry." "That's okay." "I didn't care for the job." "Tell you the truth, I don't care for your husband." "That doesn't go for you." "I mean... given how you were in that place, locked up and everything." "I was in a hospital, Ed." "I wasn't locked up." "There's a difference." "Well, whatever." "Well, still, it can't be too much fun bein' married to Matthew... behaving' the way he does." "And how does he behave, Ed?" "You mean to say you don't know?" "Hey, I Do you got a book on orchids?" "I got a friend tells me that I should have a hobby... you know, something to do in my spare time?" "And he says that to raise orchids is really pretty easy." "All you have to have is a little moss and a little, um" "Ed, look, you came here to tell me something, so why don't you just tell me?" "Well, um... all the time that you were in that place, you know... your fairhaired Matthew Blaisdel, he was foolin' around with another woman." "I mean, everybody knew about it... and I just figured that you got a perfect right to know too." "You're a fine credit to the human race, Ed." "You really deserve a medal." "What woman?" "Well, maybe I said too much already." "What woman, Ed?" "Well, the one that is married to Blake Carrington." "Name of Krystle." "You all right, Ms. Blaisdel?" "Get the hell out of here, Ed." "TransAllied Flight Number 138... departing Los Angeles International to Kansas City... is ready for boarding at Gate 32." "Mr. Ted Dinard, please report to the front desk." "Mr. Ted Dinard, report to the front desk, please." "Will Mr. Ted Dinard please report to the front desk?" "Hi." "I'm Ted Dinard." "Oh, yes, sir." "That young lady right there." "Hi." "I'm Fallon Colby." "Steven Carrington's sister." "Hello." "Hello." "I happen to know you're on your way to San Francisco from L.A." "Why don't you just turn in your ticket and let me give you a lift?" "You know, somehow I always imagined that the private Carrington jet would be a 747." "Well, we thought about it, but we figured it might be a bit much." "Besides, who wants to climb stairs?" "Oh?" "I thought you and my brother lived together for a while in a walkup." "Perry Street, wasn't it?" "Yes." "Perry Street." "I still live there." "You don't sound like a New Yorker." "You're not, are you?" "I'm from North Dakota originally." "But I never really felt I belonged there." "Because you're gay?" "No." "I hated the weather." "Oh." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Fallon, you're not spending $50 a minute on fuel to talk to me... about geography and cold winters." "Oh, don't let that worry you." "We fly this crate around whenever, wherever we want." "It's a tax writeoff." "You want me out of your brother's life." "Yes, I do." "And if you care about him at all, you will." "Why?" "Can you tell me why?" "Because you're gonna cost him everything." "Because someday he's gonna say he threw it all away." "Threw what away, Fallon?" "His father's love, for one thing, and his father's respect." "Steven may not care to admit that, but he wants it very much." "Hmm." "Not to mention the Carrington power." "That too." "Mm." "Power to do what, Fallon?" "Make a fortune?" "That, yes." "You know, you don't even allow that Steven maybe just maybe doesn't want the power or the money." "Ted, Steven comes from a world... where culls and cripples and homosexuals... are taken behind a barn and slaughtered before they can be given a chance to breed." "There is a certain charm about you, you know that?" "Well, I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is." "Fallon, who the hell is more perverted me or Blake Carrington, who goes around crushing human souls?" "I read about him, hear about him strangling corporations... the people inside those corporations, and for what, Fallon?" "More money?" "I mean, how many millions does he have to have?" "Me, I'm not askin' for a whole lot out of life." "Steven isn't asking for much either." "Don't you think Steven has the right to choose what kind of life he's going to live?" "Don't you think you should at least give him some more time?" "You're not going anyplace, except right now to San Francisco." "Fallon" "Fallon, have you ever loved anybody?" "Well, of course." "I I mean, really loved somebody." "More than money or power more than your own life even." "I'm sorry." "I guess I haven't." "It's all right." "Don't be sorry." "You're probably lucky." "One more question." "Have you ever had the lobster at Nat's in San Francisco?" "No, I haven't." "Would you join me?" "I mean, since neither one of us seems to be "going anyplace"?" "Hmm?" "Hi." "You know, I've been thinkin' about what we were talkin' about." "Well, you know, the business of going to see Dr.Jordan together." "I, uh I think maybe I'm ready to give it a shot." "I don't want to." "But it was your idea." "I've changed my mind." "What do you mean, you changed your mind?" "Is somethin' somethin' wrong?" "Ed, your drilleryour exdriller came to see me today at the bookstore." "Yeah?" "What'd he want?" "Wanted to talk to me." "About what?" "Orchids." "Orchids?" "I'm going to bed, Matthew." "I'm gonna turn out the light." "Sorry I'm late, darling, but you know how the girls are when we get together." "Blake, are you all right?" "Blake?" "This what you looking for?" "Your birth control pills?" "She loves me." "She loves me not." "She loves me." "She loves me not." "What are you doing?" "Doing what?" "Why are you doing that?" "I thought we had some kind of an understanding... something we were going to share... a child that we were gonna have together... a child that we both wanted very, very much." "Blake, I need some time to sort things out." "Sort things out?" "I thought you knew everything about me before we got married about my desire for that child." "Is it that I'm surrounded by people who can only betray me... people who say that they believe in me and then don't?" "My son is in love with another man." "My daughter is in love with sex." "She's probably still sleeping with every player on my football team." "My wife" "Who knows what my wife is doing behind my back." "What are you doing?" "Blake, you don't look well." "I'm gonna call the doctor." "No!" "Don't!" "Come over here!" "Blake!" "You're my wife!" "You do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it." "Blake!" "Stop, Blake!" "Blake, you're choking me!" "No." "No." "No!" "No!" "No!" "Barbara." "Yes, Mr. Carrington?" "Get Mrs. Carrington for me, will you, please, on her private line?" "Yes, sir." "Mr. Carrington." "Yes?" "There's no answer." "Mrs. Carrington must be out." "Well, try her for me again in 20 minutes, will you, please?" "Yes, Mr. Carrington." "How does it look?" "Dynamite, I think." "Oh, you look wonderful." "Really?" "Oh, yeah, it looks great." "Oh, good." "Thanks for making it." "That's what mothers are for." "Listen." "I want you to call me when you get to Tania's tonight." "And I want you to call me in the morning so I know what time to pick you up." "Okay." "Daddy's gonna be so proud of you." "Yeah." "Oh, thank you, honey." "Where is she?" "Getting dressed." "She looks beautiful." "Just like her mother." "Better." "It's nice, isn't it?" "Lindsay going out, you and me being able to be alone tonight." "I'll get it." "Hello." "Hey, Claudia." "Yeah." "How you doing?" "Good." "Matthew around there?" "Yeah, sure, just a minute." "It's Walter." "What happened?" "That old Jeep of yours conk out and you need a lift?" "Not this time, boy." "No, unless I've been around this sometimes filthy, sometimes impossible business... for over 40 years for nothing, then we're getting awful close, boy." "We're at 6,550 feet and getting a good show of oil across that shaker." "Maybe you ought to come on out here." "Did you hear me, boy?" "I hear you, Walter." "Well, come on, come on." "You want me to send you your half of the RollsRoyce maybe?" "No need for that." "I'm on my way." "She's coming in, Claudia." "He feels pretty damn sure this time." "Oh, Matthew, that's great." "I'll come with you." "Well, uh, I'd like you to, but... well, you can't, honey." "Matthew, I wanna come with you." "I know, but if it does come in... well, they're gonna be wanting to go out and celebrate and" "Well, you understand, don't ya?" "Matthew, I really need to be with you tonight." "I might be gone three or four nights... and I'd like you to, but you can't, honey." "You just can't." "You know what I feel?" "I feel that you care more about that damn well than you do about a marriage that is" "What?" "Sinking slowly." "Disintegrating." "Don't start on me now." "I mean, not now." "What happens when a well comes in, Matthew?" "Does everybody cheer?" "Yeah, everybody cheers." "And what happens after they cheer?" "They celebrate?" "If it comes in, yeah." "Who are you planning on celebrating with, Matthew?" "Walter and the boys." "Who were you planning on celebrating with... after you celebrate with Walter and the guys?" "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "Exactly what it sounds like." "Who, Matthew?" "What's her name?" "Who?" "I don't think I get your meaning." "Maybe it's my English." "Maybe my English isn't that good." "With whom, Matthew?" "Now I'm real excited and I'm happy." "And this could be just could be the happiest and most important time of my life." "Now, are you gonna cut out all this and at least allow me that?" "Mom, I really don't feel so hot." "I'd rather not go to some drippy party anyhow." "You heard us." "Part of it." "Now you don't want to go to Tania's?" "No." "Come here, baby." "Come on." "Now all married people argue." "We do, Tania's parents do." "Everybody who wears a marriage band argues." "Well, maybe, but..." "I don't know if they argue that heavy." "If all the husbands and men... walk out like he just did" "Lindsay, he's your father." "He's the best man I've ever known." "I want you to know that, and I don't ever want you to forget it." "And if he has to blow once in a while... like he said, he's entitled." "Okay." "Yeah." "I just don't want to see you get hurt." "I'm not getting hurt." "And what'll hurt me is if you don't want to go to this party tonight... and you think you have to stay home and babysit me that'll hurt me." "Now come on." "You look beautiful." "I want you to go and have a good time." "Hmm?" "Okay." "Good." "Go on." "That's my girl." "Go on." "I'm late." "Sorry." "Andy Laird came in." "Had some news about the overseas situation." "It seems that the crisis over there is lessening somewhat... and we may be able to get at least half our oil reserves back." "Good news, huh?" "Oh." "On the way home, I asked Michael to stop by at Mr.Jurgen's." "It seems that Mr.Jurgen closes up that flower shop promptly at 6:00 every night... and he sits himself down to dinner... and nothing's going to interfere." "Why, I was there." "It must have been only four minutes after 6.00." "But you know how stubborn the old fella is." "He just wouldn't open up the place for me." "How about that?" "But then I told him that I happened to be married... to the most beautiful woman that I'd ever known... and ever will know." "And that something happened between us the other day that" "Well, something that I'm very sorry about... and deeply ashamed of." "Something that I know hurt her very much and... something that could have damaged her faith in me and her love for me." "Well, anyway..." "Mr.Jurgen finally put down his fork... and he left the rest of his Rouladen mit dumplings sitting in the plate... and he went down and he opened up the shop for me... so I could buy these and... tell you how truly sorry that I was." "Would you open them, please, Krystle?" "The old fuchsia routine." "It worked for me once." "Oh, Krystle... you seem to have the strangest kind of power over me." "It's just that it's not my nature to have anyone affect me this way... to be so close to me." "It's not that I wanted the child that much; it's just that..." "I wanted a part of me... to live inside you... to be with you to be with you after I'm gone." "Oh, Blake, you're not going anywhere." "Maybe, just maybe... if you loved me, I could live forever." "We've been here all night." "I hope something happens soon." "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking just what I thought on my last job and the one before that." "I'm nervous as hell." "How about you?" "Same." "The same." "Want to dance?" "No, thanks, Christopher." "Boy, you're really into this." "Why'd you even come tonight anyway?" "Because she's my best friend, and I invited her, turkey." "You want to dance?" "Later." "He's right, you know." "You look real cheerful." "I'm not feeling so hot tonight." "Well, don't let my mother, the hypochondriac, hear it." "She'll figure it's contagious, and, poof, there'll go the whole party." "Did you call your mom?" "Yeah, but she didn't answer." "Oh." "She's probably in the shower or something." "Why don't you go ahead and try again while I get some more potato chips." "BecauseJohnny Epstein and Christopher are eating like their fathers went on welfare." "Can I have a martini, please?" "Martini coming up." "Hi." "Hi." "First time here?" "Mmhmm." "Hey, haven't we met somewhere before?" "No." "Hmm." "I guess you've never been to Detroit." "Great city." "I keep hearing a lot about it." "Want to hear more, the real inside stuff?" "I mean, about what really goes on in Grosse Pointe?" "Not particularly." "Okay." "You have excellent taste." "He's a creep." "A certifiable, bona fide, doubledigit I.Q. creep." "Yeah." "As a matter of fact, that guy is the sovereign state of Michigan's gift to creepdom." "Now, on the other hand, I am generally regarded as fairly likable... reasonably good looking" "I'm a whiz at my job." "And very modest." "I'm an account executive for Marlin Cosmetics." "My name is Lawrence Armstrong, and I'm known as Larry to my friends, both old and new." "What's your name?" "Claudia." "It's nice to meet you, Claudia." "Paul." "You'll be so kind as to put Claudia's drink on my bill?" "Will do." "No, please!" "Oh, please." "Please" "Stop." "Hey, ease up." "All right, look." "I'm sorry if I came on a little too fast." "Why don't we go upstairs and have a drink?" "No." "No?" "Claudia, we just spent practically the whole evening together." "I mean, what was the point of coming here to my apartment?" "Now I thought that we were having a real good time together... that we felt something for each other." "I made a mistake." "I'm married." "So am I. What difference does that make?" "Please." "Please." "Hey, what the hell are you, some kind of a tease?" "Mind if I come in?" "Does it make any difference if I mind?" "You're the boss's daughter." "I'm paid to do what I'm told." "I couldn't sleep." "Besides, I was kind of bored, what with Jeff away and all." "You look more bored when he's around." "Cheap shot, Michael." "Makes us even." "This is some kind of cheap visit, isn't it?" "Only it so happens that now that you're a... married woman... far be it for me to take advantage of the fact." "Boy, that English wench must be something terrific." "What wench?" "Colby's secretary." "Janet, is it?" "Oh.Jennifer." ""Oh.Jennifer."" "Well, I understand that you and "Oh, Jennifer"... have become quite close, as it were." "As it were." "How is she?" "Well, now, that's a that's a real big order." "Know what I like the most about her... hard as it'll be for you to believe?" "What, pray tell?" "Her accent... and the way she talks... and the things she knows and says." "About her boss and me?" "You and Cecil?" "A little bit, yeah." "Yeah, I'll bet a little." "I don't think she's particularly interested in you, Fallon." "Not when it comes to the fine, upstanding Carrington clan." "But Mrs. Carrington" "Krystle Carrington." "Now therein lies lays lies another story." "Which you are going to tell me." "Why should I?" "I don't owe you anything." "Well, because if you don't tell me what I wanna know..." "I'm going to have to assault you despite your best efforts destroy your reputation." "Tell me about my father's wife." "Well, now, it, uh, seems that Jennifer knows the secretary private secretary another English wench, as you'd put it of a loan shark by the name of Volkert." "And it seems that one day not too long ago... your father's wife paid him a visit... along with some jewelry." "And that when she left his office... she was about $40,000 richer." "You want me to go on?" "Yes, go on." "Say "please."" "Michael, I said it." "Go on." "Your father ever finds out about this, and he'll kill me... and the lady's liable to get hurt." "He won't find out... from me." "Go on." "Please?" "Hello?" "It's Claudia, Steven." "I'm in trouble." "I didn't know who else to call." "Where?" "Uh, give me about 15 minutes, okay?" "Where have you been?" "Slumming." "Where are you going?" "Emergency." "What time is it, anyway?" "Digital's not working." "Oh, did your biorhythm screw up the works?" "What kind of an emergency?" "Steven?" "I'm sorry." "I I needed a friend tonight." "I don't know what got into me tonight." "That bar... that man." "I've never done anything like that in my life." "But you didn't do anything." "I almost did." "Come on." "You feeling better?" "Yeah, a little." "I feel safe with you." "I don't mean "safe." I mean, I feel good with you." "Even after I made a pass at you?" "Steven, a stolen kiss in that messy kitchen it's hardly a pass." "It's hardly an affair." "Anyway, I thought of it as a brotherly kiss." "Oh, did you now?" "Well, I mean... it was very sweet and sensitive... like you are." "Don't ever change, Steven." "Promise me." "I promise." "I should go home." "Where are you going in the morning?" "Uh, our cabin." "Up on the lake." "Manchester Lake." "You know where it is?" "Yeah." "I go there sometimes, to be by myself... and just to... get away." "I know what you mean." "It sounds great." "I wish I could go with you." "I should get back to my car now." "Morning." "Is Daddy sleeping in?" "No." "He got up early and went to the club." "Then he's going riding." "Oh, good for him." "The sun'll do him good." "He's been looking sallow lately." "Yuck!" "These eggs look powdered." "Could I have some softboiled eggs, please?" "You ever get the feeling that someone in the kitchen is doing a little pocketing on the side?" "Krystle, what are you wearing to the party tonight?" "I mean, so that we don't clash, heaven forfend." "You mean the Randolph party?" "Your father and I decided not to go." "Oh, I don't blame you." "Bores." "But I promised Lenore I'd be there, so" "Can I ask a favor of you?" "Sure." "What?" "Can I borrow your necklace to wear?" "The emerald job?" "Just for tonight?" "Of course." "You sure you don't mind?" "No." "Thanks." "Just a minute." "Come in." "Wait till Lenore comes down those stairs wearing those river pebbles she calls emeralds." "She'll make Fritzie sell the Corniche and fly to South America for replacements." "You know, I remember the first time I saw these." "Daddy and I went shopping before the wedding." "He said he wanted to get you something really special... and he wanted me to help him decide." "Well, I saw these and I said, "Right." "They will turn any woman into a princess."" "You were in Reno when your father bought me the necklace, Fallon." "Was I?" "Oh, yeah." "Of course." "I must be confusing it with something else." "Getting old." "Well, I can't take them." "I mean, they're yours, sparkling with love and sentiment and God knows what." "Is there something you want to have out with me, Fallon?" "Krystle, what a melodramatic question." "Have what out?" "If it's that sweet talk I overheard between you and Matthew, I mean, it was a party." "We, all of us, say things at parties." "I mean, if I had been quoted after two sips of champagne." "Really, have what out?" "Never mind." "Newjob bugging you?" "Nope." "I like the job." "I mean, I think it's the job that's saving me the job and Lindsay." "Lindsay?" "How?" "She likes me, and that makes me feel really good." "So far, so good." "Now about the real rotten." "I went to a singles bar last night." "I got smashed, and I let this man pick me up." "That's not true." "I picked him up." "Now what is wrong with me?" "Am I some kind of an animal?" "A hooker?" "What did Matthew say when you got home?" "Matthew wasn't there." "Matthew was at the drill site." "His partner called." "Go on." "I exploded." "Why?" "Because I wanted to go with him." "I asked him if I could, and he said no." "What did you feel?" "Do you think he was wrong?" "Yes, I thought he was wrong." "What do you think now?" "Now I think that maybe I was the one that was wrong." "Now I think that I am concerned about myself picking up strange men in bars." "I'm concerned about my life." "Am I ever going to get it together?" "Ever?" "I am concerned about Matthew." "Why can't I even get him to respond to me?" "Sexually?" "Still?" "Yes, sexually still." "Emotionally." "Verbally." "Name it." "And that is why you picked up a man, and you had a fight with your husband... and you are sitting here now, fighting back the tears which you refuse to let out." "It's Matthew you're angry with, isn't it?" "You've been hinting for sometime now about another woman." "Are you gonna talk about that, or we gonna pretend it doesn't exist?" "His exboss's wife." "I'm not interested in who." "I'm interested in whether or not you've confronted Matthew with this yet." "How do you know it's true?" "Have you talked about it with him, given him a chance to at least defend himself?" "No, I haven't." "I don't have to." "Because in my heart..." "I know he loves her... not me." "Hello, Claudia." "Mrs. Carrington." "Call me Krystle." "How's your family?" "Matthew's fine." "He's at the drill site waiting for good news." "That's great." "Do you come here often?" "I used to." "Hmm." "I never used to." "But I'm beginning to appreciate new things." "How wonderful to have that gift, that that talent." "There are all kinds of talents, Mrs. Carrington." "There's the talent of being beautiful... and getting any man that you want to fall in love with you." "There's the talent of getting what you want out oflife." "Now that's a true talent, isn't it?" "Sorry." "I hope that doesn't sound like a strange question coming from someone with my background." "Your past is past, Claudia." "It could happen to any of us." "Don't you be nice to me, because I'm not here to be nice to you." "I'm not here by accident, either." "I called your house to see where you were." "You see..." "I think that you and my husband slept together when I was in the hospital." "Have you asked Matthew about this?" "I'm asking you." "That's very unfair, Claudia." "Matthew's your husband." "I'm nothing to you." "And Blake Carrington is your husband." "What is it that you want?" "I mean, don't you already have enough?" "Damn, I think we got something, Walter." "Yeah, we do, boy." "We do." "Hey, something's about to happen over here!" "Any word from Jeff?" "." "Yeah, he called from Paris." "He's hating it, he says." "Might be nice if you joined him over there." "You trying to get rid of me?" "No, I just know how much he'd like to have you with him." "You need me here." "To do what?" "Well, brush off and polish your boots." "Fallon, you have a husband now." "I hate the George Cinq Hotel." "Call him up." "Tell him you're coming and for him to move to the Meurice." "I loathe the Meurice." "Do you know they used it for Nazi headquarters during the war?" "Suppose I found myself sleeping in Field Marshal Goering's favorite room?" "I tell you, if it comes to a showdown between you and Goering's ghost... you know where I'd put my money." "Have you heard?" "What?" "LankershimBlaisdel Number 1." "What about them?" "The well came in this morning, 11:00." "Hmm." "Here you go, fellas." "All right, hold it now." "Let's have a little quiet here." "I, uh" "I'd like to propose a toast... to a man that's been like a father to me." "A man who taught me a lot aboutabout life." "To Walter Lankershim." "You see, this this guy here... he's the one who had the guts, the courage and the brains" "Tell 'em!" "the one who smelled it down there oil when every damn major oil company around here passed over this land." "Including Carrington and his dumb leasehounds." "Yeah!" "Yeah, but they got into it a little too late, didn't they?" "Even for dumb!" "Well, all right." "So, hold it." "So, to Walter Lankershim." "The man who had the foresight to go out there and buy those leases... with the money he got from a hundred farmers... by begging and pleading... and, well, shall we say just a little bit of manipulating." "You?" "Just a little." "I'll drink to that." "Yeah!" "Now I want to give a toast, and I want to say... the only serious thing that I'm gonna say all evening, maybe forever." "I want to give a toast to my friend..." "Matthew... who gave up the security of a major oil company... and the security of a check every week... to come in on 50% of nothing but a dream." "A dream that now, thanks to you boys, and thanks to Matthew, is a reality." "To Matthew Blaisdel!" "Mmm." "Okay." "Now that we've got this guy in a mellow mood... what do you say we get him over to the piano to play us a little tune?" "I mean, like Padrewski... and Stradivarius and Horowitz and Terry Bradshaw... and all the other great musicians that have passed on before me... how could I say no to such a devout group of oilmen... and toolpushers and riggers and musicologists?" "That's us!" "Ha!" "Where's your mother?" "I didn't see the car." "She's out." "Where?" "I don't know." "She phoned." "She said that she might be out for a while." "She told me to go back to Tania's if you got too late." "Hmm." "Well, guess what." "I got some good news." "The well came in." "That's good." "I thought I might bring you a little present." "I kind of think you're partial to chocolatecovered Brazils." "I am." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "I got this for Mom." "It's a Beatles album she always liked." "In fact, it's the first song we heard when we first met." "Well, honey, you can do that later." "I want to do it now." "Hey." "Come here." "Okay." "Unload on your old man." "What is it?" "Nothing." "Problem at school?" "Yeah." "Sometimes I feel bad about dropping out of the play... after Mom finished making the costume and everything." "Lindsay, you're talking to your father now." "What is it?" "Am I a bastard?" "Hey, hey, hey." "What kind of a question is that?" "Well, that's what you call them, isn't it?" "People who are born when their parents aren't married?" "Lindsay, where'd you ever get such a notion?" "I looked up your marriage license." "I see." "I went to the hall of records, or whatever you call it, and I looked it up." "Well, you listen to me very carefully." "Your mother and I, we were young, and we were kids... but we loved each other very much." "So... by having it happen before it should have happened... doesn't mean anything." "It just means that we both love you that much more." "You say that you loved Mom when it happened." "Yes." "Do you love her now?" "I mean, more than anything in the whole world, including me?" "Well, sure I do, honey, but I love you in a different way." "Do you love her more than anything... in the whole world, period?" "Yes." "I don't think so, Daddy." "I'm glad about your well." "What did Krystle say?" "She said ask your husband." "Did you?" "Don't you see?" "By her saying nothing, she was saying it was true." "Here." "Here's some wine." "I understand that." "But I don't understand why you didn't ask Matthew." "I just didn't." "He's at the drill site." "The well came in." "I know that." "But I don't think that's really the reason, Claudia." "I mean, is it?" "You can tell me." "It's okay." "I mean, all you have to do is just say it." "I just guess..." "I didn't wanna ask him." "I didn't wanna hear him say it." "Oh, I just don't want to feel hurt anymore." "Am I wrong?" "No, you're not wrong." "Wrong is when you hurt somebody." "That's the only wrong I know." "I don't even know what I'm doing here." "You didn't even ask me here." "Why don't you just say it to me?" "Say, "Claudia, leave." Steven, say it." "Because I don't want you to leave." "I want you to stay here." "Hold me." "Do you know how important this night is to me, Claudia?" "You see, I, uh" "I've never really been with a woman before." "And I guess, uh, that's why I wonder" "You don't have to wonder, Steven." "There's a beautiful gentleness about you." "A tenderness that transcends gender." "That's something you're never gonna lose... no matter what happens after tonight."