02x02 - The Verdict

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(door opens)

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BAILIFF: All rise.

Do you have a verdict?

We do, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Please hand
the verdict to the bailiff.

The verdict appears
to be in order.

Will the clerk please
read the verdict?

"People of the State of
Colorado v. Blake Carrington.

"Docket number -CD- .

"We, the jury in the
above entitled case,

"find the defendant,
Blake Carrington,

guilty."

(crowd gasps)

(indistinct chatter)

(gavel pounding)

No! I did not... Sit down.

JUDGE: Order, or I'll
clear this courtroom.

"Guilty of voluntary
manslaughter.

Joanna Hill, foreman."

(indistinct chatter)
(gavel pounding)

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

is this your verdict?

So say you one, so say you all?

ALL: Yes.

Does the defense wish
to have the jury polled?

No, Your Honor.

The prosecution?

No, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Mr. Carrington,

are you prepared for immediate
sentence from this court?

Yes, I am.

Please, rise.

The defendant is
hereby sentenced

to two years in state prison.

(indistinct chatter)

On the recommendation
of the jury,

that sentence is
hereby suspended

and the defendant is placed
on two years' probation.

Your Honor, I wanna make
a statement to this court.

I am not guilty.

Blake, shut up.

This whole thing
has been a travesty.

The only crime here
has been the trial.

The real crime is letting
this man off on probation.

Don't press your
luck, Mr. Carrington.

And, Mr. Dunham,

one more outburst from you
and I'll hold you in contempt.

This case is closed.

BAILIFF: All rise.

Well, that was a real
smart move, Laird,

not cross-examining
the first Mrs. Carrington.

I wonder what scared you off.

Must have been
something real tasty.

Krystle, would you excuse
us both for a moment?

Blake...

We didn't win, Blake,
but we didn't lose.

There are worse
things than probation.

I want my name
cleared. I want an appeal.

Now, you draw up
the papers. Today.

Blake, know when to
leave well enough alone.

Why? I didn't m*rder that boy.

Now you get me that appeal.

To accomplish what?

You have enough to contend with.

An appeal would only keep
feeding them more bad publicity.

It would keep the story alive.

Trust me.

(sighs)

( dramatic theme playing)

Why did she strap me into these?

I've been in a
mental institution.

I thought this was a hospital.

It is. It is.

But, uh, we can't
keep sedating you,

and, uh, we can't
release our patients

until they're ready to leave.

And you're not. I'm fine.

Look, I've never been better.

You're not fine.
You don't look fine.

Besides, we've got this thing

about our patients
trying to sneak out on us.

Pride. Ego. You know?

Look, I will make sure

that no one straps
you down again.

If you just give us a break.

Stay put for a while, huh?

I have to find my daughter.

I know that.

You know that?!

Well, if you know
it, why can't I go?

Do you know that I
also can't pay my bill?

Do you know that too, doctor?

Do you know that
my husband left me?

I don't have any
money, I'm broke.

The bills are of no
concern, Mrs. Blaisdel.

You can stay here
as long as necessary.

Everything's been taken care of.

By who?

Mr. Carrington.
Blake Carrington.

( dramatic theme playing)

Dad. Can we talk?

What's there to
talk about, Steven?

You got what you
wanted, didn't you?

The guards have cooperated
to keep the press back,

but they're ten deep around
the elevator downstairs.

Is there some back way out?

Yeah, come on.

What's the matter,
darling, are you all right?

I just need some air.

BLAKE: I'll talk to you later.

Mr. Carrington.

Yes?

Ty Meredith from
Inside Finance Magazine.

Home office, New York.

What can I do for you?

I'm doing a story on
Denver-Carrington.

Specifically, how is this trial
gonna affect the company,

from your point of view?

Well, I'll give
you the headline.

Blake, no comments. No, Andrew.

As a matter of fact, I'll give
you the whole story, very brief.

Save your magazine
gallons of ink.

Business as usual.

Well, how can that
be, Mr. Carrington?

You've just been
convicted of manslaughter.

Get your hand off of me.

Or what, sir? More manslaughter?

No, just a punch in the gut.

And I'd be happy
to deliver it for him.

All right.

You've had your
chance, Mr. Carrington.

I'm gonna write that article,

with or without
your cooperation.

Thank you, Jeff.

Are you all right, Daddy?

I'm all right, fine.

Blake, that guy, forget it.

It's not important.

Isn't it?

I control Denver-Carrington

with the proxies of
stockholders who trust me.

How long are they
gonna trust a man

who's been branded a k*ller?

Fourth-floor nurses'
station, please.

Yes, I... I'd like to inquire

about the condition
of a patient.

Mrs. Claudia Blaisdel.

Yes, I... I... I
did call earlier.

Still stable?

Thank you.

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Oh!

It's after .

Is it? I hadn't really noticed.

Bran muffins.

Bran muffins.

See, I have this nervous habit

of getting up in the
middle of the night

and baking every time my father
gets convicted of manslaughter.

And they just happen to be

your father's
favorite, Fallon, right?

You know, I'm reminded
of a little girl I used to know,

used to come
down to this kitchen

the night before his
birthday, every year,

and very furiously whip up
a surprise breakfast for him.

Of chocolate fudge.

Oh...

She loved him very much then.

It's good to see
that she still does.

You know what's good to see?

That you're still his friend.

Oh, despite the difference
in our stations, yes,

we're good friends,
Mr. Carrington and I.

Stay good friends
with him, Joseph.

'Cause you and I,

we're all he's really
got left around here.

Hm.

( dramatic theme playing)

Well, that makes two
of us that can't sleep.

Would you like a brandy?

Yes.

Thanks.

What happened in the
courtroom this morning

was so unfair, Blake.

Miscarriages of justice
are as old as the law itself.

Well, it's done,
at least for now.

Of course, I'll appeal. I'll...

Do you know what
I've been doing tonight?

Taking stock of my life.

Business and personal.

And how I've always used
force of one kind or another

to get what I wanted.

Now, that night I could
have ordered Ted Dinard

out of my son's life,

not pushed him or pushed
him back, however it happened.

You didn't mean for him to die.

No, I didn't. But...

he is dead.

And the cost...

There's got to be a better way.

Can I change?

You have the strength
to do anything you want.

Do you know what I want?

I want to go back to bed.

Your bed.

Why?

It's not a night to be alone,

not for either of us.

What's the matter?

I'm not a charity case. I
don't need to be pitied.

It's not pity. What is it, then?

Love.

When I left you
that night, I was hurt.

And when I came
back, I was still hurt.

But not anymore.

I love you, Blake.

And I need you.

It's that simple.

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FALLON: Oh, we're
back to the old stand?

Or did you just drop
in to mend his socks?

Your father and I
were together last night.

Oh, I'll bet you were.

And I don't have to guess
who mailed out the invitation.

Tell me something, Krystle.

Do you really think
going to bed with him

makes up for him
being found guilty?

I don't.

It's thanks to what you did,

walked out of that courtroom
when my mother was testifying,

that swayed the
jury against him.

I did not walk out
on him. I was sick.

But not too sick to
bed down with him.

Look, I have a husband.
You have a husband.

I stay out of your marriage,
you stay out of mine.

Is that an order...? All
right, now that is enough.

This is still my house.

And from now on, it's
going to be a united house.

And if you want to
continue to live in it, Fallon,

you better get that straight.

Bravo.

Oh, are we at the opera?

Did the fat lady sing her
high C and expire gloriously?

Your father is going through

one of the roughest
times in his life,

and you att*ck Krystle for
loving and supporting him.

Give me a break, Jeff.

Oh, are you going
to punch me in the gut

or something
equally spectacular?

I mean, I was impressed.

Can't you understand
that she loves him,

the way I love you and the
way you should love me?

Why don't you go downstairs
and join them for breakfast?

Aren't you coming?

I'm suddenly not hungry.

Neither am I, really.

Well, then suck on a grapefruit.

You do love grapefruit too.

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(phone ringing)

Hello.

CLAUDIA: Hello, Mother Blaisdel,

it's Claudia.

What is it?

I have to talk to you.

Is it true what they
said about you?

About you and that man?

Yes.

Yes.

It disgusted me, Claudia.

Just like you disgust me.

Do you realize how that
made me feel? Do you?

Yes.

Do you really?

Yes, I do.

My son did everything for you.

No man was a better husband.

How many other men would
have taken that overseas job

in that Mideast hell
just so he could pay

to keep you in that sanitarium?

Matthew is very good to me,

he was a wonderful husband.

But he's taken Lindsay.

And... And you
blame him for that?

Yes, I blame him for
that. She's my child too.

She's my daughter.
But, Mother, please,

if you know where they are...

Claudia, you don't
expect me to tell you that.

Of course, I expect you.
Look, I'm begging you.

Do you want me to beg
you? I'm begging you.

Please, tell me.

( line clicks, dial tone)

Claudia?

Hi.

I... I came by yesterday,

but... But you were sleeping.

I'm here to...

I'm here to tell
you how sorry I am

for what I've done to you,

to your life,

about Matthew and Lindsay,

and what's happened.

I don't blame you, Steven.

And you shouldn't
blame yourself.

Nobody forced me to be with you.

Nobody forced me to
be unfaithful to Matthew.

I've loved two people:

Ted and you.

I've cost him his life,
I've destroyed yours.

Steven, please, go.

I don't want to be
with anybody right now.

Maybe ever.

Please, go.

(door closes)

(buzzes)

Yes?

MARCIA: Mrs. Carrington
is here to see you, sir.

She is?

Well, send her
in, please, Marcia.

Hello, Blake.

What do you want here?

To talk.

Well, if you'll
forgive me, I'm busy.

You always were busy, Blake.

Hm?

I like it. Very nice.

Much bigger than the
office that you used to have.

Excellent decorator.
Anyone I know?

Blake,

I'm sorry that I
had to come back.

You didn't have to come back.

You're right. I
wanted to come back.

I wanted my revenge.

My sweet, sweet revenge.

Only it turned
out, after I got it,

not to be so sweet after all.

I heard the verdict, and
there was no satisfaction.

No?

No.

Because I saw
you standing there,

so wounded and yet so proud.

Your pride was always

one of your most
attractive qualities, Blake.

You always did circle
before you att*cked, Alexis.

All right, what is it?

You still despise me, don't you?

That's a good enough word.

Sometimes I think
that you despised me

even before that night.

And I certainly know that
you've despised me since.

But that was me
and Roger Grimes.

That was not Steven.

What does Steven
have to do with this?

Don't take out on your son
what you feel about his mother.

I'm not. Now, is that it?

No, no, that is not it.

You do, Blake. You do.

I saw the way you rejected
him in that courtroom.

It was disgusting.

Disgusting? What was disgusting

was the way you got up on that
stand and said what you said.

I don't want to talk about
that. I'm talking about our son.

He's a beautiful,
sensitive young man.

Yeah, whose
lifestyle, thanks to you,

who made him into a mama's
boy when he was a child,

put me in that courtroom.

What about you?

You've had him for
formative years.

You've had every opportunity
to mold him into your image,

your strong macho image.

But I didn't.

And what we have instead is a
beautiful, sensitive young man.

Exactly.

Who needs to be handled.

Who the devil are
you to come in here

and tell me how to manage
or not manage my children?

I'm his mother.

Their mother.

I was talking about Steven.

All right. You came back.

You said what you had to do,
both here and in the courtroom.

Now, please, leave

this office, this
building and this city.

Blake,

I go or I stay where I choose.

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(sputtering)

Michael?

Michael?

Oh, Joseph, where's
Michael? Yes?

Well... Uh, excuse me a moment.

Red roses in the living
room, yellows in the library.

Yes, Fallon?

Where's Michael? In the
kitchen, loading up on freebies?

Not quite. He's gone.

Gone where?

Well, I don't know.

He doesn't work here anymore.

I fired him today.

You what?

I dismissed him.

With a month's
severance pay, of course.

Where's my father?

He's about to have
lunch in the dining room.

BLAKE: You want
Michael hired back

and Joseph scolded?

Well, I said reprimanded,
but scolded will do just fine.

Mm, well, you lose
this one, Fallon.

What does that mean?

Joseph was simply
carrying out my orders,

the decision to
fire my chauffeur

and your in-house stud was mine.

Michael paid for his mistakes.
Why do you have to fire him?

Why? Because he
was lazy and inept.

That's why.

Now, I'm busy
and I'm... I'm tired.

Oh, Daddy, I know you are. I
know what you've been through.

How you felt in that
court. It was so unfair.

It was all that woman's fault.

You mean, your mother?

Don't call her
that. Please, don't.

She's nothing to me. If
she's anything, she's dirt.

How could she
hate a man like you,

a wonderful man like you?

Hm, hard to fathom, isn't it?

Yeah.

So can I have Michael back?

No.

He was fired at this
wonderful man's order,

and he's not coming back.

And from now on, this
family is going to shape up.

Take on a new look and stance.
The morally upright Carringtons.

Is that it? That's exactly it.

That judge put you
on probation. Not me.

Fallon, I will ignore that,

because I know
you didn't mean it.

But from now on, you are
going to learn to behave decently,

if it kills you.

I don't need a carbon copy
of your mother in this house.

And that's what
you are sometimes.

And it sickens me, do you hear?

It sickens me.

It's so nice to have
you home for lunch.

I can't tell you how pleasant
it is to get away for an hour.

Blake, I don't know
if this is the right time

or climate to talk
about this, but...

Talk about what?

Well, it's about Steven.

What about Steven?

This morning you talked about
the whole family being united.

And yesterday in court

when Steven came
up to you, he tried...

Not that again, damn it.

Twice in one day
from both wives.

Now, that's enough!

Krystle, the last
subject on earth

I wanna hear another
word about are my children.

So help me, there are times
when I wish I'd never had them.

You can't mean that.

I do mean it. I
mean it from my soul.

Where are you going?

Upstairs. I... I don't
feel like lunch now.

No, no, stay. I want
you to hear this.

That night that I forced you...

The night that I wanted
you to have my child.

It was even a bigger
mistake than you had thought.

The last reward that I
need is another child.

And you were quite
right to be angry with me.

Blake, we've been through this.

Yes, but it's settled
now. Really settled.

I was wrong and you were
right. I don't need another child.

Oh.

I'm sorry. I'm... I'm
really very sorry.

You're the last person I
wanna take this out on.

Say something.

What am I supposed to say?

Say that you forgive me.

I know, I know.

It's become a habit,

my outbursts and
then you saying,

"Blake, that's
all right, really.

It's... Really, it's all right."

But we've been through
so much together.

Please, forgive me, please?

I do.

(piano playing serene music)

Well, you're angry.

Outraged is a better word.

You really wanted to see
him locked up, didn't you?

Of course I wanted him
locked up. Didn't you?

Now, when you agreed
to testify, I assumed...

Don't assume, Mr. Dunham.

I thought that good
lawyers never assumed.

Blake Carrington
was found guilty.

Isn't that what you wanted?

You've scored your points.

You've helped to blacken
a... A powerful man's name.

Isn't that enough for you?

You're a very complicated woman,
Mrs. Carrington, you know that?

It's been said of
me a few times.

In a few languages.

You volunteered to come up here

and testify against
Blake Carrington.

Which you did, very effectively.

And now you're
telling me that this...

This m*rder*r

should be allowed
to walk around free.

No, I'm not telling
you anything.

You invited me here, remember?

To ask me something, no doubt.

To ask me what, Mr. Dunham?

You know that conversation

and your testimony.

Is there anything
you haven't told us?

Anything you left out.

Any closets with skeletons

that you haven't
opened up for us.

You're not very subtle, are you?

Why don't you just
come right out and say it?

That you would love
to have something else.

Anything on Blake Carrington.

Listen, Mrs. Carrington, I
just watched Blake Carrington

destroy the lives of two people
that I care very much about:

Matthew and Claudia Blaisdel.

For no reason.

There was no way those
people could possibly hurt him.

Yes, you're right. I
want Blake Carrington.

And I want him real bad.

Well, I...

I wish I could help you.

But I'm afraid there
are no skeletons

in my closet, Mr. Dunham.

Come on, now. Come
on, Mrs. Carrington, look.

When we talked that
first time on the phone,

when you were in Acapulco,

you certainly implied that...

That there were some
bones rattling around.

Did I?

Yes, you did.

You filled me in on
the Roger Grimes affair.

And then you said,
"There'll be more."

And that's a direct
quote, Mrs. Carrington.

"There'll be more."

Must have been a bad
connection on your end.

Thank you for lunch.

All right, Mrs. Carrington,
I know when to give up.

So I give up.

But if your memory
should improve,

get in touch with me, all right?

I'll use that information
where it'll do the most good.

Let me know when you
head back to Mexico.

I'll have a car take
you to the airport.

Well, that's very kind of you,

but I'm not leaving Denver yet.

Not until all my
business is finished.

( ominous theme playing)

JOSEPH: Who's in here?

I.

I thought I saw the door open.

How did you get past the gate?

I told the gateman who I was.

Need I remind you, Joseph?

Need I remind you

there is a present
Mrs. Carrington?

Oh.

Still the haughty major-domo.

But I really shouldn't complain.

After all, I'm the one who
hired you and taught you.

You certainly
appreciated it then.

I would appreciate knowing
what you are doing here now.

I am revisiting my past.

Checking up on my
progress as an artist.

I wasn't very good
then, was I, Joseph?

I'm not a critic.

Tinker, tailor,
house spy, perjurer,

but not a critic.

Oh, well, I don't suppose

we can be everything
to everyone.

Perjurer?

I don't think... In fact, I know

that not all of what you
said on the stand was true.

I see.

Does that mean that we
are even, so to speak?

Us, even?

You have reminded me, uh,
that I am simply a major-domo.

How could we ever be even?

I'd like to be alone here.

Well, of course.

Alone with your
tenderest memories. Hm.

Mrs. Carrington,
uh, there's something

that I think one of the
servants should bring to you.

Really? And what is that?

Yes. It's a scrapbook that
I've kept through the years.

Oh. What sort of scrapbook?

It's about you.

Clippings from newspapers.

You know, those scandal sheets.

They sell so well in the local
supermarkets these days.

(laughing): Oh, Joseph,

don't tell me that
you read that trash.

Do you, Joseph?
Alone, at night, in bed.

Well, it's the only
way I've kept track

of your travels and doings.

Titillating stuff,
very titillating.

That party with
those beach boys.

On the isle of Kauai was it?

And that terrible row on
the Greek tycoon's yacht

between you and his wife,

that wretchedly unhappy woman.

Go on, Joseph.

You really want me to?

(scoffs)

It would take an hour
to review your past.

You always were insolent.

You thrive on it, don't you?

Well... Heh.

Depends on who my target is.

You just happen to
be a built-in bull's-eye.

Poor, lonely Joseph.

Still the impotent voyeur.

I'd love to see the
scrapbook, Joseph.

Do send it over.

That will be all.

( dramatic theme playing)

( mellow theme playing)

(band playing mellow jazz)

BARTENDER:
Mr. Carrington, Mr. Laird.

Your usual?

Yes, Bernie, the usual.

You look real
chipper, counselor.

Well, I just won an argument

with my friend
here, and I'm buying.

I'm gonna use the
phone. I'll be right back.

Okay.

Well, Mr. Prosecutor.

Mr. Carrington.

Making notes in case
there's an appeal?

Maybe. Not gonna be an appeal.

Really?

No, we decided not to pursue
it, even though I am innocent.

Innocent.

Let me remind you,
Carrington, you were convicted.

You're a very lucky man

just to be walking
around on these streets.

Strange, isn't it, Dunham,

how you always seem to
make the wrong choices?

(sighs)

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I offered you
a lot of money once

to play on my football team.

You opted instead
to go to law school.

What'd you do with
your legal career?

Another wrong choice.

You decided to advance your
political career at my expense

by using the accidental death
of some h*m* who...

Wait a minute,
pal, wait a minute.

Look, I don't even know

if you're capable of
understanding this.

I don't care whether Ted
Dinard was a h*m*

or a heterosexual or an asexual.

My job is to defend
the rights of people,

all different kinds of people,

by prosecuting
violations of the law.

The law?

Now I know what they
mean by that expression:

"Justice is blind."

It is blind.

Because of people like you, pal.

( dramatic theme playing)

(knocking at door)

(knocking persists)

Who is it?

It's Krystle.

Hello, Steven.

Krystle.

I tried calling quite a few
times, but there was no answer

so, um, I thought
I'd just drop by.

I'd like to talk to you
about your father.

I'd rather not.

Steven,

I'm not your father and I
never tried to be your mother.

But I am your friend.

On that basis, may I come in?

Someone to see you.

Well, Steven...

About the other day,

sorry for being abrupt
and walking away from you.

That's in the past, Dad.

This is now.

Yes.

You do realize that I was under

considerable
strain and pressure.

I do. That verdict,

saying that I was guilty
when I was not guilty.

But, as you say,
that's in the past.

Now, we Carringtons
have to look into the future.

Make sure that our name
stands for something that's good.

I've spoken to Fallon.

As for you, Steven,

considering what's happened,

I'm sure that you're ready to
change some of your values.

My values?

You'd like me to
move back home again.

Well, it's nice to hear
you use that word.

Because this is your home.

It always has been
and always will be.

And go on working my way
up with Denver-Carrington?

That's right, that's
where your future is.

You know that.

And date the
right kind of girls?

I mean, say, the
Randolphs' daughter.

You like her parents.

Yes, Krystle and I do like them.

They're good people.

Now, as for us,

now, let me say
that, on my part,

I'm willing to
make the first move

to forgive you for having
testified against me.

Me, your father,

and some rather
damaging testimony.

(clears throat)

I told the truth.

You what?

I told the truth, Dad.

And you forgiving me?

Well, let me say this:

I don't forgive you.

Then why the hell did
you come to this house?

For some remorse.

Whose remorse?

Yours. Remorse. To try to
find some of it in your heart.

Just a little.

But it's just business at
the same old stand, isn't it?

You forgive me.

I can't believe you said that.

Steven.

Don't you walk away
from me. I'm your father.

With a father like you,
I'd rather be an orphan.

Ted wasn't enough, was he?

No, you're not
gonna be satisfied

till you've destroyed all of us.

I should have known
that it wouldn't work.

How could it, Blake?

The other evening you said
things would change around here.

They haven't.

Things? You're talking
about me, aren't you?

Are you walking out
on me too, Krystle?

Uh, Krystle?

Krys...

Joseph? Joseph!

Call Dr. Miller immediately.

Oh, darling.

I know, it's this trial.

It's gotten to all
of us, the strain.

It's not the strain.

(sighs)

(crying): I think I'm pregnant.

Dr. Miller still up
with Mrs. Carrington?

Why is he taking so long? I
don't know, Mr. Carrington.

I've come about something else.

Well, that can wait. I
must see the doctor first.

I'm sorry, but I think
this is something

you should look into now.

And just what do you
think you are doing here?

Hotels have always bored me.

Except maybe the
du Cap in Antibes.

Why aren't you headed
back to Acapulco?

Maybe I'm getting
tired of wandering.

Maybe I'm getting tired
of all that Mexican food.

And that hot sun is
so bad for one's skin.

All right, I asked you once,
now I want a straight answer.

Just what do you
think you're doing here?

Exactly what it looks like.

This studio is mine, remember?

You gave it to me
when Steven was born,

lock, stock and barrel.

And no law in the
country can change that.

Not even yours.

I'm moving in.

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