03x11 - The Search

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Good morning.

May I ask what you're doing
here at the cr*ck of dawn?

Since when are you so
concerned about my beauty sleep?

You're flying up to south Borneo

to talk to the foreman
of that rig about Steven.

I'm coming with you.

I'm flying up there
with Dan Cassidy,

and I plan on talking to
that foreman by myself.

Oh, no, Blake. No, you don't.

You see, I'm not the poor,
cast-off little wife any longer,

just content to survive on
the crumbs from your table.

Yes, that's right.

You're the wealthy Alexis
Colby now, aren't you?

I'm the very wealthy
Alexis Carrington Colby.

Steven Carrington's mother.

So if you don't want me on
your plane, I'll charter my own.

Or I'll buy one,
and the pilot to fly it,

and I'll fly up there myself

because nothing or no
one is gonna prevent me

from finding out everything
there is to know about Steven.

Particularly not the loving
father who drove him away

in the first place.

Come in.

Morning. BLAKE: Morning, Dan.

- Oh, good morning.
- Good morning.

Ready to leave,
Mr. Carrington? Yes, I am.

How far is it to south
Borneo, Mr. Cassidy?

Oh, miles,
give or take a few.

Excuse me, but are you
planning to go along with us?

Mrs. Colby's going with us.

Oh.

Fallon?

It's Steven, isn't it?

Hey, come on.

Your father is
so sure he's alive.

Steven will be back.

I'm not so sure about that.

Oh, why did Steven have to die?

Shh-shh. Don't upset the baby.

Or yourself.

Look, do what I do.

I tell myself he
may still be alive.

And I remember him alive.

The three of us playing
those Let's Pretend games

up in the attic on rainy
afternoons. Remember?

Yeah.

You know, sometimes
when sad things happen,

people are brought together.

They realize that
their differences

are not all that important.

So...

Maybe it'll be like that now.

With you and Jeff
getting together again.

No, Kirby. Why no?

Because what's between
Jeff and me is a mistake.

A basic mistake that never
should have happened.

Are you so sure about that?

I am.

Look, why don't you
change for dinner while I...?

While I take over?

I'm not hungry.

This whole house is so lonely.

Except for in here.

Why don't you take rest
of the day and the night off

and go to the
movies or something?

I just wanna stay
here with my son.

Okay.

Feel better.

Kirby. Herself.

How's my son?

He's fine. Heh.

Except that he's
illegally handsome.

And right now, even as we speak,

there are hundreds of
girl babies here in Denver

lying in their cribs

not knowing how,
in about years,

their hearts are
gonna be broken.

What's the matter?
I'm a little tired.

And angry? That I
barged in on you?

I didn't mean to,
there's no one outside.

They seem to have all gone home.

They left a few minutes ago.

You're welcome anytime.

Well, no wonder you're b*at.

Look at this.

And I thought they
overworked us at the Sorbonne.

As a matter of fact, they did.

At which point, I'd
say to someone,

usually male,

"How about taking in a
double feature? Dutch?"

Thanks, but no.

Well, you know, we could
order up some sandwiches

and... And watch
TV here together.

No, I...

It's my father, isn't it?

He had an oh-so-serious
talk with you about me.

Now, look, Kirby...
Oh, don't worry about it.

We've settled that between us.

You see, he thinks I'm Sabrina.

Do you remember that
movie with Audrey Hepburn?

Well, I'm not Sabrina.

I'm me.

And I choose my own friends.

I want you to be one of them.

We always have been
friends. You know that.

Sure. We climbed
dozens of trees together.

That bonded us for life.

We can forget about the
movie, go find a new tree.

No, I'm sorry, but I have
a lot of work to finish.

Okay.

Then I'll go find one myself.

And climb it. And
pretend it's the old days.

It's dark out there.

You should be home.

You're the one who's
busy and tired. Not me.

This was left for
you at the front gate

by your brother-in-law.

Is he still there?

He dropped it off with the
guard and, uh, drove away.

"Sorry I scared you. I just
got sore at being tossed out

"by somebody I
was related to once.

"Anyway, I got your
message via Mark.

"And your help.

So don't worry, you
won't be seeing me again."

What help, Mark?

I don't know what
he's talking about.

Mark, what help?

I remember Frank from
the old days, Krystle.

With your sister.

The trouble that he used
to put Iris through. The pain.

And I figured the
best thing to do

was to get him out of town

as fast and as far
away as he could go.

So I sent him on his way.

Gave him a few bucks.

Well, Frank laughs
at "a few bucks."

How much did you give him?

A thousand.

What? Yeah, and he didn't laugh.

He took off.

Well, that's what
you wanted, isn't it?

Yes, to get rid of him,

but to buy him off? Never.

Krystal, this is the
kind of man that would...

It was my problem,
Mark. And mine too.

I didn't want him anywhere
near where he could hurt you.

Besides, I... I owed
you a thousand.

A little bit more, when I...

drew that money out of our
joint account, went to Mexico.

Well, I'm just glad
that, uh, I got a chance

to finally pay you back. Okay?

Account settled.

I appreciate why you
did it, but I can't accept it.

Krystle, I don't want that.

For once in our
lives it's what I want.

It's nice to see you're
wearing the locket again.

At least something of our
past still matters to you.

The picture of me inside,

it's not still there?

I replaced it.

Heh. With a picture of Blake.

That's right.

I must tell you,
sir, that Mr. Bartell

was very badly
b*rned in the expl*si*n.

He's in great pain
and I will not allow him

to be questioned too long.

Of course, doctor.

It's necessary to
put these gowns on.

They're sterile.

Mr. Carrington, while
you're in there with him,

I think I'll call Operations.

Check on the
air-sea search, okay?

Good.

Mr. Bartell.

I'm Blake Carrington.
Steven's father.

And I'm his mother, Mr. Bartell.

Can you tell us what
happened on your rig?

What happened?

There was this sudden expl*si*n.

Fireball.

Men were shouting, screaming.

I got lucky, I guess.

I blanked out.

And here I am.

What...? What about Steven?

All I remember is that
the shift was changing.

Five men were coming on.

Well, was my son one of them?

Yeah.

Your son Steven,
and Ben Reynolds.

Ben.

He was the only one of our
crew your son ever talked to.

As far as... As the rest
of us were concerned...

What, Mr. Bartell?

He was quiet.

A loner.

We all figured that he was

running away from
something in his life.

Oh.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Can I speak to you
a moment, please?

Thank you very much.
We'll let you rest now.

Uh...

I've just heard from
one of our boats,

and they tell me

that, uh, three of the
bodies have been recovered.

Not Steven? No.

The two they haven't found

are your son and
his friend Reynolds.

Now, we know they were together,

they were working in the same
area on the rig when it blew.

Yes, and?

Well, Mr. Carrington,

I guess somebody's gotta say it.

Since there hasn't
been any trace

of your son or Reynolds,

we think they were
blown off that rig

and, obviously, drowned.

What do you mean, obviously?

That's what you
think, right? That's...

That's speculation,
right? Well...

I don't give a damn
what you think.

I want facts, do you
understand? I want facts.

I'd say you have the facts.

Now you listen to me.

I know this part of the world.

And I know there are hundreds
of uninhabited islands out there.

My son was a strong swimmer.
He could have reached one of...

The aerial search
covered all those islands.

The sea, everything.
Well, cover it all again.

And once again, and
I'll pay for the cost.

Until I see my son's body,

I will not give him up for dead.

Okay.

Oh, Blake.

Why?

Why, Fallon?

Why has it been so wrong?

So rotten for us.

I couldn't find a tree.

A suitable one.

So I went to the
movie down the street.

And I wonder, can
I hitch a ride home?

Jeff? Did you hear me?

What?

Uh, heh.

Have you been drinking?

No.

Well, I'll drive.

I think I'd better.

You sure...?

I'm fine.

It was a really good movie.

The one I stayed for anyway.
Terrific plot, you know?

About real relationships.

There was this girl
who loved this man.

Though she never
spoke it, she couldn't.

And the man, needing
and... And deserving love...

Because he was just as
caring a person as she was.

But they couldn't
break down the...

The deep but unnecessary
barriers between them.

Actually, it was a
pretty dumb movie.

You're lucky you missed it.

"She never spoke it.

"The man needing love.

The deep but unnecessary
barriers between them."

Why?

Why didn't you ever tell
me this before? About us?

Be... Because I never dared to.

And you've always loved me?

Yes.

Always.

Oh, Fallon.

Fallon.

No.

Fallon, come back.

Kirby.

Adam, would you
please let go of me?

What's the matter?

Please let go of me.

Not until you tell
me what's wrong.

All right. I started on this
stupid diet this morning.

I haven't eaten all
day and I'm famished.

And I always cry
when I'm famished.

I knew a girl like that once.

She dissolved in her own tears.

Nothing left but a
pound of damp salt.

Look, um,

I was heading on upstairs
to go over this dull file.

But I got a much better idea.

A restaurant in the sky,

where a famished
and very pretty girl

can have whatever
she wants to eat.

Are we on?

Come in.

Mrs. Colby.

Mr. Carrington, I've
got something here

they found floating
near the expl*si*n site.

What is it, Dan?

Well, I'd... I'd
rather you open it.

You see, these jackets
are standard-issue

for all the rig crew members.

Oh, no.

This doesn't mean
anything to me.

I want the search for my
son to continue, do you hear?

He must have got
hit by something

during the expl*si*n.

They're bloodstains.

You heard what I said,
continue the search.

Tell everybody.
Mr. Carrington...

Continue the
search. I can't do that.

You what? And neither
can the other men.

They've all got other jobs
they've gotta get on to.

Work's been piling up,
they've been putting it off.

Me, I'd like to do more to help,

but I've really done all I can.

Now, do you understand
what I'm saying?

I understand what you're
saying. You're quitting.

We've got to.

It's useless to go
on. It's hopeless.

All right, I'll get
other men to do it.

Better men.

Well, that won't be easy
out here. You're in Java.

Especially in, uh,
this kind of weather.

You know there's a
typhoon coming up.

I'm sorry.

I-I'm really sorry
about everything.

Stop that crying.
There's no need to cry.

No need to cry?

How can you say that?
Our son is dead, Blake.

He's still alive
somewhere. I know it.

Do you?

Yes.

I gave up once on Adam.

Turned out he was alive.

I'm not gonna give up on Steven.

Are you using this
as an excuse, Blake?

Beymer.

Beymer, is that his name?

Do you hate me so much that
you can't even share our grief?

No, no, no, it's not
Beymer. It's, uh...

It's like Beymer,
but it's not Beymer.

What are you talking about?

A man. A man whose
name that... That... That...

What man?

A man who could be
very important to us.

I'm talking about us.

I asked you a question.
Is this an excuse?

Tell me.

What was your excuse with
Adam all those years ago?

I needed you then.

I needed your support.

What I got was a husband

who withdrew into himself.

Who built himself his own
strange tower of strength.

Blake.

You're only fooling yourself

if you think that
Steven is still alive.

Because underneath it
all, you're as afraid as I am.

Admit it, admit it.

You can't, can you?

You'd rather die yourself

than to confess to a
human emotion like fear.

Because, to Blake Carrington,

fear equates with weakness.

That would never do, would it?

Dehner.

It's... It's Dehner, not Beymer.

Yes, that's it.

Dehner. It's not Beymer. Dehner.

Who's Dehner? He's a psychic.

A what? He's a man
of extraordinary powers.

Uh, I've read about him. I
saw him once on television.

I believe he comes
from California.

And you think he's
gonna help you?

Help us. Maybe he can help us.

He's helped other
people. Lots of them.

Now, several years ago, there
was a child that was missing.

He'd wandered away.

And the parents called
in this man, Dehner.

He sat with the parents
for a couple of days,

and then he said

that he felt the boy
was in a bottomless pit.

Well, they began a search

and they found him.

In an abandoned quarry.

And the boy was still alive.

Look at this,
Blake, look at this.

I'm not buying that.
That jacket is not my son.

Steven is dead, Blake.

My son is dead.

And if his father
won't cry with me,

then I'll cry alone.

With only this
jacket for company.

Because that's all
I have left of him.

Dehner.

Dehner.

California?

To look for a psychic?

That's all I know,
Krystle, that's...

That's what Blake
wants. It's, um...

At least that's what he
wants when he... Called.

Jeff?

What is it?

No, I am... No, I'm okay.

No, you're not.

I don't know, it...

Maybe I'm not.

I, um... I don't know what's
wrong with me tonight.

I'm not talking
about tonight, I...

I'm talking about
the past few days.

You're not well.

No, no. I'm fine.

You're obviously not up to
flying to California tomorrow

and looking for that man.

Joseph, get Dr. Winfield
on the phone.

And then please phone Paul.

Tell him I'll be flying to
Los Angeles in the morning

instead of Mr. Colby.

Jeff.

Jeff.

You fib so easily.

Not happening to mention
that the restaurant in the sky

just happens to be

the very apartment
where you live.

Deception.

Deception.

You know, I learned one thing

along the primrose,

if not entirely prim, ahem,

path that I've been
forced to travel sometimes.

Deception is part
of their game plan.

Men's.

Was it Jeff who
deceived you tonight?

Was that the true reason
for those hungry little tears?

Who's Jeff?

Oh, Jeff Colby.

Fallon's Hamlet of a spouse.

No. No way.

I don't quite
believe you, Kirby.

Well, would you believe

that I wanna dance
more than anything?

With you. Ha-ha!

I'd like some music, please.

Isn't there any
music in this tower?

Oh.

Please. Or I'll have to find

a proper escort with
proper music so... Ha-ha.

Oh, it's all wrong.

Luscious girl like you,

a nursemaid.

To maybe the richest
baby in the whole world?

Is that so bad?

No, rich is money in the bank.

And my nephew's money

is all in his
granddaddy's pocket.

Oh, no. Ahem.

You see, when the baby was born,

his granddaddy put a great
big chunk of the company...

Mmm-mmm.

Um...

in his name.

And I don't call that poor.

Well, that makes two of us.

We're really kind
of alike, aren't we?

Two people

who didn't grow up with
the privileges of rich kids.

But two people who also...

Mmm. Oh. Ha-ha!

Knew what they wanted.

And how to go after it.

Do you want me?

Want as in desire?

No.

What I desire

more than anything
in the world right now

is to dance. Ha-ha!

There was a time a few days
ago, I was out at the house.

And I saw you dancing alone.

And I told you then

you were going to want me.

Remember?

No.

Adam. Remember now?

I have to go.

No!

No!

Don't want... Leave me
alone. Let me go home.

What...? Argh!

What are you doing?

Stop.

Stop it. Please!

What are you...? No!

No.

What are you doing?

Phoning for a taxi.

I'll drive you.

No.

Look, Kirby, I'm sorry

that it all happened.
That I lost control.

And, uh...

If you are concerned
about my respect for you,

it hasn't suffered at all.

Your respect for me?

Means less than nothing.

My respect for myself,
that's what suffered.

Look, I said I'm
sorry. Oh, save it.

I'm not blaming you.
I'm blaming myself.

I've had champagne before.

I wasn't dragged here forcibly.

I simply made a stupid
mistake earlier this evening,

and then I doubled it
by coming here with you.

Now I'm going to phone
for a taxi and go home.

Jeff.

I spoke with Dr. Winfield. He
said you were gonna be fine.

Yeah, that's right. I have
no fever. No fatal disease.

And nobody ever
d*ed from overwork.

Do you need anything?

Can I get...? No.

Look, I'm really
concerned about you.

You don't have to
worry, Fallon. I'll survive.

I hate to disappoint you,
but that's the way it is.

Kirby.

Where have you been? Out.

Kirby. Good night, Papa.

Kirby.

Good movie? I know
it was a long movie.

Yeah, it was.

You look drained. Did
it get to you that much?

I don't understand
why I look the way I do.

It was a comedy of
errors. Just like life.

Alfred has brought
the car around.

Thank you, Joseph.

Here, you want another one?

Do you want another one?

No, huh? You're driving a car.

You should be in
bed, shouldn't you?

Well, if you're
worried, don't be.

A slight case of fatigue
isn't even slightly contagious.

I wanna see my
son for a few minutes

in case he's worried too.

News really travels
around this house.

What?

Okay, okay, I'll put you down.

I, um...

I wasn't well last night, Kirby.

Something happened
between us at the office.

Something I remembered
this morning when I woke up.

I was tired, I was dead tired.

My nerves were sh*t and
they were playing tricks on me.

When you came in the office,

I didn't really see you.

It was Fallon.

Suddenly it seemed to be Fallon.

And when I kissed you, I...

You thought you
were kissing Fallon.

Yes. Well, what's the big deal?

What's a friendly
kiss between friends?

Shouldn't you get
back to your bed

and, uh, de-fatigue or
whatever it is you have to do?

You understand, then?

Sure I do.

You love Fallon.

I love Fallon.

The baby here loves Fallon.

She's very lucky. She'll
realize that one day.

She doesn't realize
how lucky she is.

We'll be landing shortly, so
may I get you another drink?

No, thank you.

Will you be staying
in L.A. a while?

Yes. Yes, I will.

How long? I don't know yet.

Well, I'm going,
uh, on to Denver.

I feel I should extend
to you one final courtesy.

That being what?

As soon as I get back,

I'm going to have a
memorial service for Steven.

You can either attend
or not as you see fit.

You are not going to
arrange that, do you hear?

You won't do that.

Memorial services
are for the dead, not...

Do you understand?

Understand?

What I understand is
that the only emotion

that I feel for you is pity.

You've cracked, Blake.

The redoubtable Blake Carrington

has lost his mind.

He thinks that the son

that he sent
away is still alive.

He has to think that.

To preserve the remnants
of his tormented mind.

Well, Steven is dead, Blake.

Because when you sent
him away, you k*lled him.

You say you feel your
son is calling out to you.

Yes. Yes, I do.

I feel it very strongly
from the bottom of my soul.

You see, I know nothing
about your son, sir,

other than his name.

Steven.

So I can feel nothing
about him at this time.

Is there something...?

Anything...

that you have with
you that belongs to him?

No, I... I...

W-wait. Wait, I have

a letter that he
wrote to his sister.

Faint.

Very faint contact.

It's not enough.

A minute ago, you said,

"Something that belongs to him."

Now, would his possessions
help? I mean, his...

His clothes, his books,

his surroundings, his room?

Maybe.

And maybe not.

Mr. Dehner,

please come with us to Denver.

We've got to try. We've
got to take a chance with...

Please.

I won't be able to
leave until tomorrow.

Well, my wife and
I will wait. Krystle?

Of course.

Mr. Carrington, is there
somewhere I can be alone

to continue concentrating
on this letter?

Yes, we have a
bedroom cabin back there.

Tom, show Mr. Dehner
where that is, please.

Yes, of course.
Right this way, sir.

Thank you. Excuse me.

The doctor did say

that, uh, Jeff was
gonna be all right?

Yes, he did.

I want you to know,
Krystle, that, uh...

That your going to
California, your being with me,

means a great deal to me.

Well, you look better.

Relieved,

now that Mr. Dehner's coming
back to the house with us.

I am.

He's an honest man, Blake.

He said it himself, that his...

His powers, whatever,

don't always work.

But they will.
They will this time.

Don't worry about it.

Blake... You... You
doubt him, don't you?

Well, I don't.

I can't.

I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.

Nothing to be sorry about.

Oh.

That's very pretty.

What a beautiful locket.

It was my grandmother's.

I've always loved it.

Oh, that's why I'd
never seen it before.

Well,

it's, uh, a long story.

Mark hocked it when
we were married.

And, uh, he knew
it broke my heart.

So one day he got it
out of hock and he kept it.

Then he gave it back.

Was this when you were married?

No. The other day.

I thought it was a nice
gesture. Oh, you think so?

Blake, he... He was
just... making amends.

Oh, really, it...
It doesn't matter.

N-not... Not one bit.

I have other things
to think about.

More important things.

I'm not certain
about what I have,

but I'll certainly look and see.

Oh, Joseph.

Have you prepared
Steven's room? Yes, I have.

Uh, Mr. Dehner, William
will show you the way.

Thank you. Remember,
the more personal the object,

the more valuable it is to me.

I'll see you in a while. Right.

Daddy.

Hello, darling. Oh, Daddy.

I'm so sorry. Hey, now, now.

No tears. Now, Steven's
not dead. He's alive.

That's what Mr. Dehner
is doing here.

He's here to help us find him.

What do you mean, he's alive?
What are you talking about?

Well, Mr. Dehner is a psychic.

And he's helped other
people in situations like this,

just like this.

How's Jeff?

He's gone back to
work this morning.

Good. I'm not so
sure about that.

He's still acting strangely.

I don't know what's
happening to him,

but he's not the same
young man we both know.

Katherine.

Katherine.

Katherine! It's Adam.

Uh, Katherine's down
the hall with the other girls

celebrating somebody or
other's birthday, remember?

Are you housecleaning,
Jeff? It's a bit messy.

I was looking for the
file on the Garvey site.

What happens to
things around this place?

Hey. Calm down.

You gave that to me to
handle three days ago,

and it's been handled.

Sorry, I was wrong.

What about?

About this office.

Taking it away from you.

It's, uh, your office.

Your prerogative.

There's something about it.

I don't know, maybe it's the
damn color that's depressing me.

Well, blame me,
Jeff. I chose it.

There are...

There are shadows in it, and...

I see faces that stare at me.

Anyone I know?

Sorry, bad joke.

Jeff, I did choose it.

And I was obviously
wrong in choosing it.

But when I make a mistake,
I like to correct that mistake.

So I'll see to it that
it's changed, all right?

Blake.

Are you going
into Steven's room?

You haven't been in
there since the night he left.

Yes, it's true, I haven't been.

But I am going in there now.

To join Mr. Dehner?

Yes. And I'm bringing
him Steven's watch.

Why? Is there something wrong?

Blake.

You've flown halfway
around the world

with practically no sleep.

Now, can't this wait
until you get some rest?

Why don't you say it?

You don't believe
in any of this.

Come out and say it. You
think I'm wasting my time.

It's not belief or disbelief.

It's concern. My
concern for you.

The... The way
you're driving yourself.

Please keep your voice down.

And please keep your negative
thinking away from this room

and away from this hallway.

I don't want that man's
concentration hurt.

Please.

If your son is alive,
Mr. Carrington,

he'll come to me here.

He will.

I know he will.

This the compound you want?

That's exactly what
I want. Thank you.

What are you, uh,

gonna mix it with? Paint.

No, I was gonna ask you,
what'll you be painting?

Oh. The hull of my boat. Ah.

Then this stuff should do it.

But just let me remind you...

To be careful of the fumes.

They're poison.

They can really mess
up your mind after a while.

And if you breathe them
long enough, even k*ll.

Yes, I know all that.

It's very much on
my mind, in fact.