02x03 - Alexis' Secret

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( majestic theme playing)

( cheerful theme playing)

Fallon?

Fallon?

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

Now, come on down,
Fallon. Come on back to bed.

I used to sit up here
when I was a kid,

surveying my happy little world.

Do you remember what a
fun place it used to be then?

Yes. Heh, now, will you, eh...

It's all ruined now.

Ever since she came here.

Your mother?

Is she really here?

If she is, I haven't seen
her and I don't intend to.

I'm talking about Krystle.

That wedding.

That damn wedding.

If that hadn't happened,

Steven would still
be in New York,

Ted Dinard would still be alive,

that miserable trial
wouldn't have happened,

and my mother
would have stayed put

with her margarita
and mariachi crowd

instead of coming back
here to haunt my father.

Now, come on down, baby, please.

You're my husband.

Will you make
everything all right for me?

Try me.

( mellow theme playing)

Jeff, you really
are insensitive.

What are you talking about?

The whole house
is falling apart,

lives are crumbling, my life.

I ask you to help me
and your first thought

is to put it together
with minutes

in the sack, right?

Tell me something, Fallon.

And give me a straight
answer for a change.

Did it ever occur to
you to blame yourself?

To admit you're a selfish,
egotistical, shallow kid?

Next time remind me to
fall in love with a woman,

not a spoiled brat.

( dramatic theme playing)

Hey, you feeling all right?

Oh, I'm fine.

A little morning
sickness, is it?

Of a kind.

Well, that'll pass.
You know that.

Yeah.

You sure it isn't
something else?

No.

I've got to go down to
the refinery this morning.

I'm already a little late.

You don't mind
if I have breakfast

along the way, do you?

Heh, no.

( dramatic theme playing)

Hilda?

Oh.

Hilda Gunnerson.

Oh, Mrs., eh...

Ahem... Mrs., eh, Mrs...

Carrington.

That's all right, you can
say it, I didn't remarry.

Oh, then...

You're looking very well.

So are you.

Heh, heh, very well.

Oh, you're making
breakfast kippers.

Mm-mm.

(sniffs)

Do you remember my
favorite recipe, Hilda?

Sautéed and very plain.

Very plain and divine.

Like your divine ratatouille,

and your divine rack of lamb,

and your divine pink
grapefruit sherbet.

(sniffs)

Oh.

I've missed them.

And you too, Hilda.

My always, so helpful Hilda.

Then and, hopefully, now.

You see, dear,

I've got this little problem.

I don't have a phone
in the studio yet,

so I can't get things delivered.

So if you could just
possibly take this list

and order them for me.

It's nothing very much.

It's just a few condiments
and, eh, some pots and pans,

and a little china and silver.

Eh... the champagne.
You mean a b... A bottle?

No, eh-uh... a case.

But I'd love you to take
a bottle home to Bjorn.

Make that two bottles.

Tell him it's to celebrate
a very old friendship.

That's very nice of you,
Mrs... Ahem, Carrington.

(chuckles)

And Joseph will now ask,

"What are you doing
here, Mrs. Carrington?"

And I will answer,

"I am enlisting the aid of
all my old acquaintances."

You see, Hilda, I'm going
to be so busy painting

that I won't have
any time to cook.

Have you learned
how, Mrs. Carrington?

If scrambled eggs
and toast count,

yes, Joseph, I have.

So, if you could round
up some help for me.

A-a-a maid and, eh, a
woman who can boil water

and, ideally, do something
with it after it's boiled...

I'm afraid this is all
out of the question.

Really, Joseph? Why?

I'll handle this, Joseph.

Would you come with me?

( dramatic theme playing)

Well...

I'm glad to see that you haven't

changed anything too much.

Except that picture
used to be there and...

the Ming... Where's the Ming?

Did Blake sell it?

No, it's on loan to the museum.

That's very generous of
him. And you too, of course.

Well, other than that it
feels... just like home.

It isn't.

Not yours.

( dramatic theme playing)

Well, that's quite
to the point, Kristin.

(chuckles)

I mean Krystle. That's
such a pretty name.

I forgot to tell Mrs. Gunnerson

that I need some wine glasses.

Well, maybe later.

Don't worry.

I don't expect
Blake to have to pay

for all these trifles
that I ordered.

Why don't you save
your performance

for the kitchen?

You may or may not get
what you want in there.

But this is Mrs. Carrington.

The present Mrs.
Carrington's living room.

So don't expect
anything from her here.

Correct?

Believe me, Krystle, there's
nothing I want from you.

Oh, you want something.

I don't know what.

None of us in this
family knows. Yet.

We only know that
you've invaded that studio.

Invaded?

Heh, that studio
happens to be mine.

Deeded to me.

And that you intend
to camp out there

until you've accomplished
what you came for.

Maybe a part of what I came for,

is so that you and I could get

to know each
other a little better.

To establish a
civilized rapport, heh.

After all, we both
share the same title.

You had it once.

I have it now. There's
a big difference.

Whatever your motives are...

Motives?

Oh...

That's an ugly implication.

You came back to
hurt my husband,

first in court and
now by moving in.

All right.

That's your business,
maybe your disease.

But my business is
to protect my husband.

His peace of
mind, for one thing.

I don't have to tell you
what he's been through.

That man m*rder*d my
son's, his son's, best friend.

You don't have to tell
anyone, Mrs. Jennings.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

That was your other
husband's name, wasn't it?

I mean, Mrs. Carrington.

I want you out of our house.

You're not welcome here.

And since you're
so familiar with it,

the kitchen, the paintings,
the missing Ming,

I'm sure you can find
your own way to the door.

LAIRD: No, not by tomorrow,
by an hour from now.

Hargrave, just in the event
that it's not clear to you,

Blake Carrington has
to telephone Cecil Colby

in Los Angeles at : .

He's got to give him the facts.

That is if we're gonna
sew up that offshore deal

before the Houston
g*ng jumps in.

And he wants the
facts. You got it?

You sounded just like me.

It's not easy. Gets
my blood pressure up.

Thanks for taking
the call, Andrew.

And thanks for taking me
away from a good lunch.

What's on your mind, Blake?

Couple of items.
Four to be exact.

Tsk, first, I want
you to tackle Alexis,

get her out of my life.

Start thinking about
a way, Andrew.

Second...

what's this about me reporting

to this probation officer today?

You wanted me to arrange it

so that he comes to you, right?

If it was possible, yes.

It's not possible. No way.

Come on, Blake.
You know what it's like.

I know what that
place must be like.

They really expect
me to be interviewed

in some crummy cubicle
like a common street criminal?

Well, I guess there are
some bureaucrats who...

don't recognize the
privileges of power.

Blake, you've got to go
down and report in person.

Like now.

You don't need
any more headlines.

All right.

Andrew, I want
you to drop me off

down there first
and then take my car.

Claudia Blaisdel
is being released

from the hospital today.

I want you to take
her back to her house,

and see to it that she
has everything she needs.

Mm-hm.

That's number three.
You said four things.

Yes.

(sighs)

I want Steven
cut out of my will.

Blake.

(chuckling): Come on.

You don't mean that.

I do mean that.

I've turned myself inside out,

I've tried everything I
know to reach the boy,

to find some common ground.

My son... wants no part of me.

Well, that works both ways.

( dramatic theme playing)

( mellow theme playing)

(phone ringing)

(man speaking
indistinctively over PA)

You got the time?

Five minutes to .

Oh, man.

I was supposed to be on
a job interview at : ,

and they had me
come down here, right?

Co... You think they care.

Nice threads. Hm?

I said, you got nice threads.

Hm.

What are you, a politician?

No.

Well, haven't I seen
you someplace?

No.

Are you sure?

What's your business?

Eh, none of yours, okay?

Let me guess. You're
into stings, right?

Old ladies and their
bank accounts, right?

Hey, you want a nice color TV?

I can get you a
good price on one.

You in?

I don't need a TV.

Yeah? How about a watch?

You just asked me
the time, didn't you?

I don't need a watch.

Yeah.

I asked you the time.

Now, listen, my
name is Carrington.

I have an appointment
here at : .

Now, how long are you
gonna keep me here?

( dramatic theme playing)

Now, Mr. Carrington
is already onto that.

His intelligence service
reported in yesterday

that your daughter is fine.

At least well enough
to travel by plane.

Plane?

Where did Matthew take her?

Out of the country,
Mrs. Blaisdel.

Where?

South America. Somewhere
in South America.

It's a big place.

But don't worry,
they'll find them.

Wherever there's oil

there's bound to
be Matthew Blaisdel.

Listen, I want my daughter back,

Mr. Laird, you know that.

I have to have her.

I'm her mother. It's my right.

Of course it is, Mrs. Blaisdel.

And as a friend, I sympathize.

But as a lawyer, I'd
advise very strongly

against you trying to
get her back legally.

Your, eh, husband
would go straight to court.

There'd be a custody fight.

And under the circumstances, eh,

the way things add up right now,

he has a very strong case.

They'll call you a...

What?

Well, it's a rough term.

They'll call you
an unfit mother.

But I'm not. I'm not.

I'm not the first woman who...

I'm gonna fight this.

I'll fight it.

And the story of
your affair with Steven

will come up again.

With your daughter
there to hear it this time.

Look, I don't mean
to sound cruel,

but, eh... think about
Lindsay right now.

And not about yourself.

( dramatic theme playing)

(g*nsh*t)

Pull.

(g*nsh*t)

Hello, Fallon.

Did your father tell
you that I was back?

In the studio?

He told me.

Fallon, I'm sorry about us.

I'm not.

I've seen the advantages

of not having you for a mother.

I've really hurt you, haven't I?

When I saw you again

that first time in
the courtroom, I...

I realized how
you must have felt.

But I was summoned
to tell the truth.

I had to do that.

Excuse me.

Tony, pull.

(g*nsh*t)

I just met your stepmother.

(g*n clicks)

She's not my stepmother.

She's my father's wife.

Well, she's quite beautiful.

He seems to think so.

And strong. She's very strong.

Is she? I hadn't noticed.

I hope, I sincerely hope

that she's not
going to be a threat

to your future and
to your brother's.

If you're talking about
money, and you are,

she signed a premarital
property agreement.

I was there when she did.

I bet you were.
You don't like her.

No, I don't. But
I do love Blake.

And I could k*ll when I think

he got shortchanged
on the merry-go-round.

Twice.

He reached for the gold
ring and he got brass.

If that.

Fallon.

When you were a little girl,

you thought that
you knew everything

about everything.

I can see that you
still haven't changed.

You don't.

Tony...

pull.

And that, my darling, is
how it should be done.

( tense theme playing)

Uh-mm...

Which one is it?

I, eh... had some
groceries delivered

t-to your next-door neighbor.

Mrs., eh, Pryor?

I'll go over and get them.

No, that... That's all right.

I'll... I'll get them later.

You're gonna be all right.

Now, you be sure to
call Mr. Carrington's office

if you need anything
else, all right?

There you go.

BLAKE: And I'm not
to travel out of the state,

not even on business,

without an okay from
the parole people.

And I'm not to consort with
any known criminal types.

Well, that alone will
cut down on about half

of your business
and social lives.

Not funny, Andrew.
Not funny at all.

I'm sorry.

Now... what about Alexis?

What have you done
about getting her out?

Blake, I had a few other
items on my agenda today.

Well, make this your priority.

All right.

How much do you
want me to offer her?

Well, years ago you
told me to buy her out,

tear the place
down, and I couldn't.

Don't you remember why?

Because she's got the deed

to the building and the land.

So, what do you want me
to do? sh**t and bury her?

Use money.

You wanna give me a figure?

I don't care. Up
to half a million.

For a glorified
one-room building?

That is a lot.

It's worth it. Just get her out.

( tense theme playing)

( nostalgic theme playing)

(sobbing)

(crying)

(buzzes)

SECRETARY (over
phone): Mr. Carrington.

Yes, Marcia?

I placed your call
to Mrs. Blaisdel

and, well, something
seems to be wrong.

What do you mean, wrong?

I have her on the line, sir,

but I can't understand
what she's saying.

Hello, Claudia. This
is Blake Carrington.

Claudia, are you there?

Sleepy... Sleepy.

I called you to find
out how you were.

Are you all right?

Tired... So tired.

Claudia, is there
something wrong?

( mellow theme playing)

Claudia?

Claudia, answer me. Claudia?

( dramatic theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

Claudia. This is
Blake Carrington.

(pounding on door)

Claudia. Nick,
quickly, over here.

(pounding on door)

I hope we're not too late.

Hold this.

(grunts)

I'm a psychiatrist,

not one of your
football players.

BLAKE: Claudia?

Here.

Oh, no.

Check those bottles.
See what it is she took.

She took, eh, ethinamate
and, eh, secobarbital.

Okay, give me a
wet towel, cold water.

Right away!

Come on, sweetheart, move.

Come on, you and I are
gonna take a little walk.

Come on, unless you
wanna die this way, huh?

You wanna die this
way? It's all right with me.

I'll just say a couple
of Hail Marys over you,

I don't care, you know?

Come on, sweetheart,
it's just a lousy job,

not a personal commitment.

Please, come on.

You don't wanna die this way,

you're too young
and beautiful, huh?

Nobody's gonna care.

Blake Carrington's
used to suicides.

Now, come on,

now get up and walk, damn it.

Walk! Come on, that's it.

Walk, that's right,
that's right. Good.

Now, you just listen
to me. Just listen to me.

Now, there's an old
friend, the Statue of Liberty.

Uh?

Now, you see that, eh,

slight smile on her face, huh?

You know, it's aimed
right across to the Battery,

the Battery Park,

and then across to,
eh, Mulberry Street,

between, eh, Kenmore and
Broome, where I used to live.

Uh, fifth floor
walk-up, you see,

and we had a...
A john in the hall

and a bathtub in the kitchen,

yeah, but we had
the whole fifth floor.

I mean, we were a big family.

A big family. Are
you listening to me?

Blake, get some
towels and some sheets

and drape them over the bathtub.

Run some hot water. Now,
listen to me, sweetheart.

Come on, now. We're
gonna take a little walk.

I want you to
breathe, breathe deep.

Come on, breathe
deep! That's it.

That's right. That's right.

Oh, my grandfather,
heh, he was...

he was an original.

You know, when I was a kid,

every Sunday
morning, rain or shine,

sleet, snow, didn't
matter to him,

I'd have to take him
down to Battery Park

and, heh, sit on the same
green bench with him.

And he'd... he'd say to
me... Looking over the water.

He'd say to me, "You
know, back in Napoli,

you look over the
water, over the bay,

and what do you see?

Over there, Vesuvio.

And over there, the
isles, Capri and Ischia.

Quanta bellezza.

What beauty. What beauty."

(pants)

And then he'd look at me,

he'd look at me...

Come on, now, listen to me.

And he'd look at me and he'd get

this incredible
look on his face.

I mean, sheer disgust.

And then he'd say,
"Here in New York,

you go down to the water
and what do you see, uh?"

That's it, you're coming around.

"What do you see?

Now, over there,
Staten Island, heh,

and over there, New Jersey,

and over there, cazzo,

a -foot green woman,
senza culo, senza culo."

That's Italian for,
eh, no, eh... eh...

Flat behind, eh,
skinny, eh... All right.

No, you had to be there.

Blake, she's coming
around. Get me my bag.

Bring it into the bathroom.

This isn't gonna be pretty.

( majestic theme playing)

That's a very nice beginning.

Oh, thank you, Andrew.

Well, you're a creature
of sameness, aren't you?

Am I?

Yes. Your briefcase.

It's exactly the
same, color and style,

as the one that you carried

when you came to
see me that other day.

Remember?

Uh-mm... the other day?

Yes.

Sixteen years ago.

When you gave me that
piece of paper to sign.

Oh, yeah, the agreement.

Oh, yes. The agreement.

Or shall we say the blackmail?

To get me out of the
country and keep me out.

Well, if you had read
the paper carefully,

it only said Colorado.

(laughing): Oh.

Are you telling me
that I could have gone

to the Mardi Gras if
I'd wanted to? Heh.

Goodness gracious.
And after all these years.

Listen, uh-mm...

Shall we go inside
and have a drink

together while we talk?

Sorry, no vodka.

Not even any hemlock.

Well, this isn't a
social call anyway, so...

(taps on briefcase)

why don't we get
right down to business.

Blake wants to buy
the studio from you.

And take up painting himself?

No, Andrew. Tell him no.

Alexis...

he's willing to offer you a lot.

I'm not interested. I've
got all the money I need.

Besides, I... rather
enjoy the simple life.

Marie Antoinette in
her Petit Trianon, eh?

And who has no
intention of having

her head dumped
in a basket again.

Come on, Alexis.

You have no real
reason to stay here,

except maybe to,
eh... gadfly for a while.

You've done your damage.

Oh, no, you're wrong, Andrew.

I have an excellent
reason for staying here.

I am here to protect
my son's interests.

Well, if that's true,

I'd, eh, take Blake's
offer if I were you.

At least your son
will get that much.

What are you talking about?

Steven's interests.

He wanted no part of Blake.

So his father just
accommodated him.

Blake cut him out of his will.

( dramatic theme playing)

Welcome, Mrs. Blaisdel.

Nice to have you back.

Who are you?

I am Dr. Amerigo Nicholas
Francesco Toscanni.

My mama calls me Amerigo.

You wanna be my
mother's friend for life,

call me Amerigo.

But most people call me Nick.

No, you're not at home.

You're in one of
Mr. Carrington's rooms.

Or is it ?

But then again,
after who counts?

I'm not gonna stay...

Sorry, what, did I
spoil your plans?

Gonna take a trip to Paris?

Tsk, I've... I know,
your daughter.

It'll be all right.

It's gonna work out, believe me.

You look terrible.

You like I feel,
lousy and tired.

But then, why shouldn't
we? I mean, we had a...

Quite an hour back
there at your home.

I saved your
life, Mrs. Blaisdel.

Am I supposed to thank you?

Yes, that would be very nice.

I wanted to die.

That's obvious.

You know, there are better
ways to solve problems than burial.

Get some more sleep.

And, believe me,
you'll sleep well.

(sighs)

I never heard of that before.

Heard of what?

A, uh...

A bathtub in a kitchen
in an apartment.

(chuckles)

Tsk, well, it was true.

That's where it was.

You know, I remember
when I was a kid, eh...

Momma would throw
us into the bathtub,

uno, due, tre,

splashing out every
night after dinner,

and I'd say to her...

One time I said,

why do I have to take a
bath every single night?

And she said, "Well,
so you'll be clean

in case the angels
come to get you."

But then as we
got older, bigger,

things got different.

My sister Maria Theresa, Terry,

every night she had
a date with Nunzio.

(chuckles)

And Momma would come
in and say, "All right..."

Whether we had
finished eating or not.

"everybody out into the parlor.

Va tutti. Move.

Theresa's gotta take a bath

because she has
a date with Nunzio."

Hm.

I lost pounds that year.

(clock chiming)

She's gonna be all right, Blake.

(sighs)

Yes, I will have a
Scotch, thank you.

I owe you more than that, Nick.

Oh, you'll get the bill.

It may shake you up a bit.

I mean, if you even see it.

Or do, eh, little matters
like that go straight

to your business affairs people?

Oh, you can send
this one directly to me.

Thank you.

You know, it's funny, Blake.

I've been on call now
what, three months?

Whenever your players
needed psyching up.

Yet I've never been
inside your house...

I mean, home.

Nice place you got here.

Now, are you ready to tell
me what this is all about?

You drag me from
my office to pump

an overdose out
of a lady's stomach,

and then bring her back
here for a little R and R.

All that without an explanation.

You could've called
an ambulance.

I'm a psychiatrist,
not an intern.

You're a doctor.

And a damned good one.

You should know. You hired me.

All right.

That woman upstairs, Nick.

I care about her. I
was thinking about her.

Trying to shelter her from this.

I could have rushed her

to an emergency
room in a hospital,

but the newspaper
and television people

would have swarmed all over her.

To say nothing about Blake
Carrington's reputation either.

The witness he drove
to a su1c1de attempt.

(gulps)

Ah.

So much for motives.

I'll phone you about
her later tonight.

No, no, we'll talk
about it right now.

Huh.

Come on...

you've got a couple of minutes.

Go. sh**t.

I know that you'll
not file a police report.

But... will she do it again?

To be on the safe side,

I wouldn't send her
back to her house.

At least for a while.

There are sanitariums.

No, no, no, no, I'd
rather have her here.

I want you to treat her. Here.

You have a dozen
cars, give or take.

I have an office.

Where word would
get... Now, look.

I've gone along
with you this far,

friend, but that's it.

And as for counting on me

not to file a police
report, mistake.

And I don't know
whether you know it or not,

but these days even most
GPs don't make house calls,

to say nothing of your
team's favorite shrink.

There are plenty of good ones.

Get yourself another boy.

( dramatic theme playing)

Nick.

Whatever you've
read in the newspaper

about that woman only
touches the surface.

What you don't know

is she's already
had one breakdown,

spent a year in a sanitarium.

If it's a question of money...

Oh, please, Blake.

Now, I like the stuff
nearly as much as you do.

But I work for it. I
don't get bought.

( dramatic theme playing)

( cheerful theme playing)

Oh. I'm sorry.
Are you all right?

Eh, yeah.

Mrs. Carrington.

Yes.

I'm sorry. I'm Doctor Toscanni.

Nick Toscanni.

I heard a lot about
you from Blake.

He talks about you all the time.

You wash his mouth
out afterwards?

Every time.

Nice to see you, doctor.

You too.

For me?

Tsk, no, it's
not for you, silly.

I figured if our baby's
going to be born

with that silver
spoon in his mouth,

we may as well have one ready.

(chuckles)

Was the doctor pleased with you?

Well, he said it's gonna
be a very happy pregnancy.

And I am very happy.

Excuse me.

(chuckling): Sorry.

Like I told you, Blake, there
are a lot of good doctors,

but I'm the best.

You make me that woman's doctor

and I'll treat her.

Fine. Just fine.

Oh, have you met my wife?

At the door, yes.

( tense theme playing)

( mellow theme playing)

No, with a C, not a K.

Cullanin. Michael Cullanin.

That's right.

It can't be unlisted.
He's a chauffeur.

Uh, forget it.

Fallon, I wouldn't
bother pursuing it.

Eavesdropping, Krystle?

You could be more discreet.

I mean, that is what
phone extensions are for.

You and I both know
why your father fired him.

Please...

If there's one
thing I don't need,

it's for you to
play mother to me.

I was thinking of your father.

He's already been
through his nightmare.

And it's up to both of us
to make life easier for him.

Something like that.

Something like that.

And what are you
planning to do, Krystle?

In the daylight hours, that is?

Well, I don't know if he or she

will be born during the day.

Don't tell me
you're going to try

and have a baby
to hold on to him.

Oh, I don't have to try.

You're pregnant?

More than a little bit.

( tense theme playing)

(honking)

Hi.

(chuckles)

Why'd you phone
me to meet you here?

Well, I thought
we'd have a picnic.

I, uh...

I brought some cold
chicken, some pâté,

and, eh, let's see, what else?

A jar of olives. Black.
Very good for picnics.

A picnic. At night
and at a motel?

Well, you know how
I get on a full moon.

A little kinky?

Yeah, sure. Life is too short.

Tell me something, handsome.

Tell me the truth.

You don't have to
be embarrassed.

Tell you what?

You've never been
to a motel, right?

Why?

Well, you look
a little frightened.

Are you?

Of course not.

Well, a motel is
just like a hotel.

They've got all the same things.

Dressers and lamps, a bed.

I know that, Fallon.

Lots of people go to 'em.

They're very popular
in this country.

And if it should happen here,

we don't have to tell the baby.

( mellow theme playing)

What baby?

Is there any other
kind? A "baby" baby.

You'd like to have
one, wouldn't you?

Someday?

Yes.

So... where were you conceived?

Heh, I don't know.

Steven told me
that Mrs. Gunnerson

once told him that we
were both put together

on the Orient Express.

Well, Mrs. Gunnerson
reads a lot of strange books.

Are you serious about that?

About us having a baby?

How about right now?

(laughs)

What's so funny?

Oh, I was just thinking.

We can even register
in our own names.

We're legal now.

( tense theme playing)

Hi, Steven.

Why, hello.

I wanted to cook you
something special tonight.

A real home cooked meal.

But since I was always
a fiasco in the kitchen,

I had this catered
from Jensen's.

Looks rather good, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

Your landlady let me
in. Was that all right?

Of course.

Well, here you go.

Salute.

Salute.

I called the refinery
today and someone said

that you weren't
working there anymore.

I quit.

I decided to look
for another job.

Well, that's understandable.

You can't exactly relish
working for your father

after you walked out on him.

Well, Steven,
that's why I'm here.

I want you to patch
things up with Blake.

I can't.

You mean you won't.

Then, I won't.

Look, I've always had this...

love-hate thing going with him.

And hate won out.

I didn't want it to
happen that way.

But it happened.

Steven, take some
advice from your mother.

I hated him too.

And for years I
refused to forgive him.

And then finally
that day in court

I got what I wanted,

but it was a
hollow little victory

and I really didn't
get anything.

So learn from my mistakes.

Don't hate, Steven.

Don't hate Blake.
Don't hate anyone.

Besides, one doesn't just
abandon one's birthright.

Denver-Carrington is
going to be yours one day.

I don't care about
Denver-Carrington.

Well, you've got to
care. You've got to.

I mean, you're young
now, so you don't care,

but in ten years, in
years, you will.

Make up with him, Steven,

otherwise everything is
going to go to your sister.

She can have it.
She's his daughter.

Look, do we have to
keep talking about this?

Steven.

What if... someone
were to tell you

that you were
Blake's only child?

What do you mean...

only child?

Just... that.

What about Fallon?

Are you two such enemies
you're trying to deny her?

Oh, of course
not. I'm her mother.

It's her father
I'm talking about.

I don't get it.

Is this a-a game of yours?

Is this a t... A
tactic of some kind

you're using on me?

I love you, Steven.

Is it for the money? For you?

Is that the only important
thing in your life?

I just said it. I love you.

You're my son and I love my son.

I'd cr*pple this hand
and never paint again

just to show my son
how much I love him.

And that's all I've
got, apart from you.

It's not... It's not true.

Fallon is his daughter,
a-and she's my sister.

Of course.

Of course she's your sister.

Through me.

Let's have some more champagne.

We'll talk about this later.

Not later, not ever.

Look... I'm not hungry.

I don't want any of this stuff.

And what you say about Fallon,

I don't buy it. Any of it.

Buy it or not,
darling, it's true.

Blake is not Fallon's father.

I should know.

(phone ringing)

Toscanni.

Hey, little sister, how are you?

Where have I been?

Well, would you buy this?

Inside Blake
Carrington's house, finally.

Terry, lay off me, damn it.

I moved down to Denver
to pay that man back

for what he cost us
and I'm gonna do it.

And I've found the way.

( suspenseful theme playing)

( majestic theme playing)