09x20 - Here Comes The Son

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Carrington!
You m*rder*d my grandfather!

You bastard, you m*rder*d him!

- Stop it.
- Take it easy.

NARRATOR: Last time on Dynasty:

You tricked me. You set me up.

Are you saying I k*lled him?

The day that I threw you out
of the house, you told me I'd be sorry.

Is this the way you plan
to get even with me?

To be a priest, I think it takes
something just a little more special.

So I took a year off.
And then I met you.

And I keep thinking about you.

I'd like a nice candid sh*t,
just to surprise them.

Sure. ADAM: Now.

These things
that belonged to your father.

We thought you should have them
instead of the police.

The police?

They came about
your father and Grimes.

Your father wrote
a confession in his own hand.

- You use me. That's what you do.
- Fallon, what are you talking about?

You took what I told you
about my grandfather and Laura.

Fallon, it's hard ...

- You're on the case, aren't you?
- Yes.

Sure. ADAM: Now.

You know, Jeff thinks you have
something going with him.

Well, Jeff Colby ought to
know better.

It's interesting that
you mentioned that.

For a moment,
I thought you were jealous.

Mister, there's no way,

no way my grandfather
was gonna commit su1c1de.

Your father did it and you know it.
He was scared, your father.

He was scared
about all the stuff Grandpa knew.

- About the digging in those tunnels...
- Tunnels?

- What's that?
- What the...?

My God.

- All right?
- Yeah, I got it.

Hey, come here.
Take a look at this.

My God. It's another one.

I tell you,
these two must have been

the men that that witness,
Chisolm, was telling me about.

- What a way to go, huh?
- I can't believe that my father did this.

He may have been a lot of things,
but not a mass m*rder*r.

Maybe it was Grimes.
He had access to the house.

He might have built these tunnels.

Maybe these two guys found out
what he was doing and he k*lled them.

Well, they're our problem now.
What are we gonna do?

Fallon, I told you.
I just wanna talk to your father.

And I told you,
if that's a search warrant you're waving

- you can search yourself.
- It's not.

- Well, then, what is it?
- A surprise.

I've had enough surprises from you
to last a lifetime.

- Okay. Fine. I quit.
- Good. You know the way out.

No, no, you don't understand.
I quit the force.

What?

Blake, this is crazy.
We can't go to the police.

- I don't think we have any choice.
- We've already come this far.

Jeff, two people d*ed here.
They must have had families.

And those families have a right
to know what happened to them.

We can't just cover this up.

If we throw a spotlight down here now,
everything we've worked for,

everything we've been trying to protect,
is gonna be exposed.

We're so close. The collection
has got to be down here.

There have got to be blueprints,
if we can find them.

If we don't cover it up, at least
we can buy ourselves some time.

At what price?
Grimes m*rder*d, Chisolm m*rder*d.

Now these two men buried
right under my house.

Hell you, it's got to stop.

Okay, you wanna know what this is?
Do you?

- This is my letter of resignation.
- Right.

God, you know, you really
are stubborn. Here. Read it.

If you don't believe me, call Rudy,
call Captain Handler.

- You really quit?
- What does the letter say?

Yes, I quit. I quit the force.

I don't know what to say.

Fallon, I had a choice.

Go after your father, or lose my badge.

- If being a cop meant losing you...
- You did this because of me?

I did it because...

I don't want you to give up your career
because of me.

Fallon, I told you I had a choice,
but I didn't.

Because if it came down to a choice
between my job and you,

there is no choice.

- What are you doing here?
- Daddy...

What were you doing downstairs?

Oh, I, uh, was doing some work
down in the wine cellar.

Zorelli has done something incredible.

- I've quit the police force.
- He's not a cop anymore.

Oh? ZORELLI: I thought,

considering all that's happened,
I wanted you to be the first to know.

I, uh, forgot something downstairs.

Why don't you two go into the library?
I'll be along very soon.

- Okay.
- Fine.

- That's solid too.
- Hold it. Hold it.

What's up?

That detective, Zorelli, is here.
Upstairs.

You're kidding.
What does he want?

I don't know what he wants

but he's upstairs in the library
with Fallon.

Great. We're here
with a couple of skeletons.

- He have a warrant?
- Don't think so.

- He just told me he quit the force.
- Yeah, and I'm a leprechaun.

I'll tell you, you stay here and
I'll come back down after he's gone.

Nobody's ever done anything
like this for me before.

- What? Quit a police department?
- You know what I mean.

- What are you gonna do?
- I don't know.

Maybe I'll ask your father
if I could join the family business.

- What do you think?
- Stop playing around.

- I'm worried about you.
- No, I'm serious.

I know a lot about oil.
My car goes through a quad a week.

- Is everything a joke to you?
- Do you wanna know the truth?

I don't care what I'm doing
as long as I'm with you.

I want us to have babies together.
I want us to grow old together.

Mr. Carrington.

So you're no longer on the force,
huh, sergeant?

No. No, sir.

I was in a bit of a quandary
over these two m*rder cases.

- Two murders?
- Yeah, Grimes and Elsworth Chisolm.

I wasn't aware that Chisolm's death
was ruled a m*rder.

Well, it hasn't officially yet.

Mr. Carrington, I don't think

you had anything to do
with either of those two murders,

which is partially why
I've decided I can't be involved.

Daddy, he did it for me.

Mr. Carrington,
I love your daughter.

And my job was getting
in the way of that,

so something had to go

- and I didn't want it to be Fallon.
- I see.

It would mean a lotto me
if you two could drop the animosity.

I'd like that too, sir.

I wanted you to know that you don't
have to worry about me anymore.

I appreciate your telling me that,
sergeant.

I'll walk you out.

Tanner, don't you ever get scared
walking around here?

Sammy Jo,
my kids live on these streets.

I figure I can handle
walking on them.

Listen, why don't you bring them
out to Delta Rho?

- They could ride all day.
- My kids will love that.

Your kids...

It must be hard knowing that
you could never have any of your own.

It's part of the trade-off
when you're a priest.

Yeah,
but you have to give up so much.

- I know that.
- Even with all your doubts.

I mean, whether or not the priesthood
is what you really want.

I guess.

You know, I get the feeling
that you wanna let go.

But you can't.

Church is my family, Sammy Jo.
It's the only family I've ever had.

But you don't have to give up
the Church.

- There are other ways to serve God.
- It's not the same.

There are things
about the priesthood that I love.

Like sewing mass,
giving communion...

You know, people always thank me
for hearing their confessions.

I should thank them.

They don't understand
how privileged I feel,

to be allowed into their hearts,
to be given that kind of trust.

There's something so pure,
something so honest about it.

It's like

lam their pipeline to God.

It must be a pretty heady feeling,
I would think.

Yeah. Well, my bishop once told me
never to forget

that it is God they're talking to
and not Father McBride.

Those are the times
when I feel closest to God.

When I feel so honored
to be a member of that family,

to be a part of something
that means so very much.

We'd better get going.

- What are you gonna do tomorrow?
- Oh, I don't know. Look for a job.

Maybe go to the beach.

This is Denver.
We don't have beaches here.

I was misinformed.

God, I hate to leave you.

Me too.

- If I hadn't promised the kids...
- It's okay.

I don't suppose I could, uh,
talk you into the backseat, huh?

No, thanks.
I'd much rather stay up here with you.

That's cute.

It does feel like we're in high school,
doesn't it?

Yeah, and I hate it.

I feel like I'm years old

and sneaking around
with the principal's daughter.

Come on. Give Daddy some time.
You were the enemy up until now.

Yeah, that's true.

Maybe in or years,
he'll ask me my first name.

Good night.

Good night.

I got it.

See you.

- I probably shouldn't come in. It's late.
- Oh, right. Thank you.

- So I'll bring the kids by tomorrow?
- All right.

- You're sure?
- Yeah, I invited you.

Right.

Hi, Mom.

Danny, what are you doing up?

I was waiting for you.

- Oh, you were?
- Danny, how's the fort?

- Good.
- He told you where it was?

Oh, no. That's a secret.

- But it's a neat place, right?
- Yeah.

- And no girls allowed?
- Oh, that's what I heard.

Why don't you get back to bed
and I'll meet you in a minute?

- But, Mom.
- I'll be there in a minute.

Well.

- I'd better get going.
- All right. Thank you for today.

Oh, the pleasure was really mine.

You're late.

Before.

And after.

- Jack, you're an artist.
- Yep.

Oh, good, you're ready.

- Oh, darling. Happy birthday!
- Thank you.

- Did you like your bracelet?
- Oh, yeah, it's gorgeous. Thank you.

What is it, then?

Oh, you look like a little girl that wanted
a pony and got a rag doll instead.

It's nothing.

I was just sort of hoping
Daddy would call.

Yes, well,
Jason is a very complicated man.

- Are you okay, Mother?
- No.

Not really. I've just had
some very disturbing news.

New... What news? Mother, you...

You don't look so good.

I'm just feeling a little nauseous.

Do you think you could phone down

and ask them to send up
some fresh carrot juice?

Carrot juice? For nausea?

Yes, I know it sounds a bit strange,

but, uh, I remember
it always used to do the trick.

Oh, darling,
I wasn't gonna tell you this

but I do need to discuss this
with someone.

I've gone and got myself pregnant.

I'm thinking about moving out.

Oh?

- And moving in with Zorelli?
- No, at least not yet.

We just need some privacy.
The only time we're alone is at his loft.

He lives in a loft?

Yes. And I know you're not comfortable
with him coming to the house.

I'm not comfortable
with him seeing you at all.

I know, Daddy.

And that is one of the reasons
why he quit the police force.

Why is it so hard for you to believe
that he really loves me?

Guess I'm just being protective.
You are my daughter, remember?

Would you just give him a chance?

He's made
an incredible sacrifice for me.

When he told you about it last night,
you acted as if it were nothing.

Actually, you acted
as if you'd seen a ghost

when you came from the basement.
What were you doing down there?

- I told you, it's a new wine cellar.
- Yes, I know that's what you told me.

Fallon, look,

I'm not going to say anything more
about your seeing him.

- All right?
- Good.

I don't like the idea,
but if that's what you want...

It is what I want.

By the way, why don't you think
about moving into the cottage?

- The one near the riding ring?
- Yes.

Hasn't been used in years,
but I think it's in good shape.

- And the rent is reasonable.
- I think that's a terrific idea.

Mr. Carrington, Sergeant Zorelli is here.

- Oh, thank you.
- Zorelli?

Oh, obviously you two are gonna
continue to see each other.

I thought that it might be beneficial
if he and I had a talk.

Good.

- I'll go and get him.
- No, wait. Wait.

I'd like to talk to him alone.

Okay.

- There's no doubt?
- Oh, no.

- And Dex is the father?
- Uh-huh.

- You told him?
- No.

No. No, of course not.

I mean, you're not gonna keep
the baby, so why should you tell?

Well, actually,
I haven't decided about the baby.

Mother, you're not seriously
considering keeping it.

I'm very well aware
of all the difficulties.

Yeah, well, I guess so, since
the baby's father is Alexis' ex-husband.

- Yes, it could cause a few problems.
- Problems?

Mother, you'd have to start
your whole life over again.

At your age?
I mean, look at your lifestyle.

Yes, just look at it.
What does it mean?

My main drive
at the moment is vengeance.

Vengeance against Alexis.
What else?

I live in my hotel.
I don't even have a proper home.

I can't imagine you staying at home
with a screaming infant.

I did when you were a baby
and you know,

those were some of
my happiest years.

Mother, you can't bring back
those years.

- You can't do this!
- Darling, don't att*ck me.

Oh, my God, can't you see
I'm in agony over this?

I've never thought about anything else
since I found out.

Found out what?

- Dex.
- Hi, Dex.

You are not an easy woman
to get a hold of.

- Uh, did I interrupt something?
- No, no, no, Monica and I were just...

Darling, Dex and I
do have a few things to discuss,

- so if you wouldn't mind...
- Yes. I mean, uh, no, no.

I'll just-I'll just be going.

Nice to see you, Monica.

I've wanted to speak to you too, sir.

I realise that we've had
some problems in the past.

How many years have you been
involved in police work?

Oh, about eight years.

Then I got my PhD
while I was working...

Eight years. That's a long time.

Wounded in rookie year,
received citation for that.

Made sergeant in fourth year
on the force.

That's very fast, isn't it?

I see you do pretty good police work
yourself, Mr. Carrington.

Your captain back in Philadelphia says

that you're a man
with a real instinct for police work.

Must be hard to give up
a career like that.

- Yes, it is.
- But, you did, didn't you?

Think about it, Mr. Carrington.

If you had to choose between
your career and the woman you love,

what would you do?

- What do you want, Zorelli?
- Excuse me?

My daughter may buy that line of crap,
but I sure as hell don't.

I don't know what it is
that you're thinking.

I think that you're a liar
and an opportunist.

And I think that whatever it is
you're trying to hide,

it's eating you up inside.

Now, I really care for Fallon.

- Even you have to see that.
- Care?

- You have used her since day one.
- That's not true.

I only tried to do my job.

All right.
Let's get something straight.

If you hurt her,

if you cause her even one minute
of grief, I'll come after you.

I swear to God, I'll come after you.

You know, it's funny.

I really wanted to believe you asked
me here to get to know me better.

- Not too bright for a cop, huh?
- But you're not a cop anymore.

- Are you?
- No, sir, I'm not.

I'm just a guy who's in love.

Unfortunately,
it happens to be with your daughter.

- And you found nothing?
- Well, not so far.

We've arranged to bring in
some heavier equipment.

Did it look like anybody
had been in there recently?

- No. No, it didn't.
- Oh, it's curious, isn't it?

Fake walls,
tunnels and nothing hidden in there.

I wish I had, uh, you know,
more exciting news for you.

Dex, there's something...

- What?
- Nothing.

It is not important.

You know, uh, it's been a while.

- A while?
- Since we've been alone.

Well, with everything going on
and Monica being here.

You know, it is different
when you have children.

- I mean, even when they're grown.
- I'm sure it is.

See, you're not just worried about their
future. You're worried about your past.

What you've done
that may affect them.

Big responsibility.

Mm.

- One that you've managed to avoid.
- Me? Heh.

Well, I guess it just never seemed
like the right time to have children.

Then, finally, when I did get married,
well, Alexis already had a family.

Oh, Alexis, Alexis!
It's always Alexis!

- Have you heard from her?
- No.

Does that worry you?

I guess I'm getting
a little tired of the battles.

If she were to walk in this door,
this minute

you'd be ready for another one.

I'm not so sure about that.

- Bad habits are the hardest to break.
- Heh.

You know, a minute ago,
you were gonna ask me a question.

It was nothing, really.

Well, I've got to go.

You know something?

I have never seen you look
more beautiful.

Thank you.

I think we can put him right
after my : .

- Oh, yes, Mr. Carrington.
- I don't think there'll be any problem.

Hello, I'm David Prescott.
I'm hereto see Blake Carrington.

- Mr. Prescott, I'm Blake Carrington.
- Ah, pleasure.

I was expecting your call.
You didn't have to come all the way.

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

Well, I was downtown anyway.
My office was burglarized

and I had to fill out a report
at the police department.

Burglarized!
I hope it was not anything serious.

No, it was strange but...
Look, what I wanted to tell you.

After you called
I had one of my assistants

look back through the records.

And I'm sorry
but he couldn't find a thing

on the remodel of your estate.

Nothing at all? I mean, no drawings, no
blueprints, no plans, anything? Hmm.

That's surprising
because that was a huge project.

Yes, I know. That's why I double
checked but there was nothing.

Hmm.

Are you sure that
you didn't keep the original plans?

No.

Now, Roger Grimes
was your partner at the time.

Did he have any other projects going
when he disappeared?

Oh, Roger always had
something going.

You must not have known him too well
to ask me that.

Hell, even his wife
used to complain that...

- His wife? Grimes was married?
- Oh, yes.

I didn't know that.

Do you know where
I can get in touch with her?

I have her number at my office.
I could call my secretary.

Please do. I'd appreciate that.

You know, the odd thing
about this burglary?

I have a studio full of equipment
worth thousands of dollars

but they didn't take anything.

You mean nothing was touched?

A lot of drawers opened,
file cabinets broken into.

It was like they were looking
for something but couldn't find it.

Miss Evans, yes, would you check
a phone number for me?

Grimes. Emily Grimes.

- Ls my slip showing?
- Why do you say that?

Don't you get the feeling
people are staring?

Well, I can't imagine
why anybody would wanna stare

- at somebody as homely as you.
- Funny.

Jeff, I think I know the difference
between a stare and a stare.

- I have your table, Mr. Colby.
- Oh, thank you. Come on in.

That woman pointed.

Oh, Jeffrey, you little devil.

Well, it's not every day that my
favourite sister's birthday comes along.

Happy birthday.

Thanks. I needed that.

Oh, you having one of those days too?

Lately every day
has been "one of those days."

- Shall I pour the champagne?
- Please.

Sammy Jo's going to be joining us.
I hope you don't mind.

Of course not.

How is her priest anyway?
Are they, uh, picking out furniture yet?

- Ha, ha. You have an evil mind.
- I know.

You know, some people do get
turned on by the old forbidden fruit.

- Are you jealous?
- No.

It's just that, uh, I don't want her
to want someone else, you know?

Yeah, well,
you really exude passion, Jeff.

- Well, I do care about her.
- That's the kiss of death.

To be "cared about."

I don't know what to say.

- I'm sorry. Why don't you let me...
- No, no, no.

What is it?

- Oh, my God.
- Jeff, what is it?

Jeff?

Excuse me. I was supposed to meet
Jeff Colby about a half an hour ago.

Have you seen him?

I'm sorry.
You didn't get his message?

What message?

- Did he say what the problem was?
- No, ma'am.

- Sammy Jo.
- Adam.

- How are you?
- I'm fine.

- I'm really sorry.
- About what?

- Well, about Monica and Jeff.
- What happened?

You don't know. I should never
have opened my big mouth.

Well, tell me.

What is this?

Well, there must be some explanation.

I mean, Jeff and I aren't exactly friends
but that just can't be true.

- This is horrible.
- At least, I hope it isn't.

I think you should talk to Jeff,
though.

I saw him leave the hotel
about an hour ago with Monica.

Okay. Thanks.

Now, the words don't actually
have to come out of the guy's mouth.

Just tell me what he might have said.
Yeah. Uh-huh.

I gotta go, babe.
The front page just walked in.

Hello.

- Where did you get this picture?
- Mr. Colby.

- Oh, you are Mr. Colby.
- You know damn well who I am.

- Well, pictures can be deceiving.
- Who took that?

- You know, I can't reveal my sources.
- You're gonna reveal this one.

That was taken at the cafe.
You made it look...

- Yeah, I see what it looks like.
- You lousy...

Hey, hey, hold on, son.
Hey, lighten up, pal. Lighten up!

Back off. Back off!
You're gonna get into lot of problems!

- They're taking pictures!
- I don't give damn!

They're setting us up!

- Give me that camera!
- No!

- Give me that camera!
- Jeff, no!

- Get your hands off me.
- Easy, pal.

- Party is over, Mr. Colby.
- Let's just get out of here.

Yeah, you better listen to your, uh,
what, sister?

Hey, partner.

So this is it, huh?

I guess so.

- How'd Handler take it?
- He was disappointed.

I don't like losing a good cop.

Captain.

Just gonna leave without
saying goodbye. Ls that it?

- I'm sorry, captain.
- I understand your conflict, Zorelli.

Thank you.

I don't like this any better than you do.
I always admired Blake Carrington.

- What do you mean? What happened?
- Forensics report on Chisolm came.

It doesn't look good.

I'm afraid Carrington's fingerprints
were all over the place.

- He was there?
- Didn't mention it, did he?

All right, so he was there.
That doesn't prove anything.

We've got body bruises
that didn't come from the fall.

We've got the granddaughter
who swears the old man

- was afraid of Carrington.
- This doesn't make any sense, Rudy.

I know how you feel.

But we've got motive,
physical evidence.

Look, if there's
a reasonable explanation

I'd sure as hell like to hear it.

Putting Blake Carrington in jail
isn't gonna win me any friends.

The man was almost governor.

That's the thing, captain.

Blake Carrington, one of the most
powerful men in Colorado,

walks into the Elsworth apartment,
leaves a road map of fingerprints

and then pushes the old guy
out the window?

I'm sorry. I don't think so.

All I'm telling you is
how it'd look on a police record.

We've got convictions on things
hell of a lot less.

He's right.

Anyway, good luck.

Anything I can do to help,
let me know.

Thank you, captain.

Kristina. That's a pretty song.
What is it?

- I don't know.
- It's very nice.

It sounds familiar.

Well, don't keep your babies
up too late.

I won't.

Thank you.

I thank you for taking Kristina
to the park today.

For being so wonderful to her
all the time.

She's a very special little girl.

Been through an awful lot,
you know.

Head problems
and her mother in a coma.

She misses Krystle terribly,
but she just won't talk about it.

Maybe you should try talking to Jenny,
instead.

- Jenny?
- Mm. That's Kristina's invisible friend.

She introduced me.

And she told me a lot of things
that have been bothering Kristina.

Jenny. All right, I will talk to her.

You know, Kristina is the only link
to Krystle that I have left.

I was away so much when my other
children were growing up

that when Kristina came along,
it was like having a second chance.

The first time I held
that little baby in my arms,

I felt that Krystle had given me,
a precious gift.

And that nothing
I could ever do in my lifetime

would be as important to me,
as being Kristina's father.

I think Kristina is very lucky
to have such a wonderful father.

I don't know about that, but...
You're so wonderful with children.

Have you ever thought
about having any more?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You're not even married

and here I am talking to you
about having children.

Given the right circumstances,
I'd love a second chance.

Funny, the cottage
always seemed so much bigger.

And cleaner.

- So, uh, you call this a cottage, huh?
- Yes.

In my neighbourhood,
we call this a house.

Well, I think the place
could use some work.

You don't mind a little hard work,
do you?

Uh-uh.

I'm pretty good with my hands.

I know.

Just imagine. We get to be here
alone with a nice roaring fire.

Mm-hm. A loaf of bread,
a jug of Chianti, some provolone,

- maybe some peppers and...
- Uh, what about thou?

You put out food like that
and I'll be here.

Thank you.

Uh, you wanna check out
the master bedroom?

You might be able to talk me into it.

Fallon?

- Fallon. Fallon, what's the matter?
- Um...

This song keeps playing in my head.

So hum a few bars. We'll dance.

There's something about this place.

Well, you played here a lot
when you were a kid, didn't you?

Yes.

- How did it go today with Daddy?
- Good.

He didn't believe you, did he?

Let's just say that your father and I
have some serious work to do

before we sit around
with cigars and brandy.

It's him!
Right there, in the window.

- Roger Grimes.
- Fallon.

- There's nobody there.
- He was there!

I didn't see anybody, Fallon.

Fallon, I'll go outside
and I'll look around, okay?

' Okay? " Okay",

Fallon, I didn't see anything.
Fallon?

Fallon.

Fallon.

Fallon, what's the matter?

Damn it, I am not talking about
what happened years ago.

I agree. There's somebody
out there nosing around.

Breaking into that architect's office
is more than just "nosing around."

We're not sure
they're connected.

Of course they are.
Every time we have made a move,

someone has been there before us.

First the lake
and then the art appraiser.

We're the only ones
who have access to the tunnels.

I say we keep digging.

No matter how many more lives
we put in jeopardy?

Hell you that
Elsworth Chisolm's m*rder

was done by somebody who's out
there still looking for that treasure.

- I'm convinced of it.
- The police aren't.

- They even questioned you.
- Jeff's right.

You wanna tell them
you found two more bodies

- in your basement?
- Yes.

This has got to stop somewhere.

It will. When we find
the collection and dispose of it.

And then what?
We destroy all the evidence?

Hide the bodies?

- If we have to.
- No.

Absolutely not.
That's morally reprehensible.

- I agree.
- They're gonna nail you to the wall.

Lam not a foolish man.
I don't want to go to jail.

But there's more important things
at stake here than that.

Maybe if you had children
of your own you'd understand.

No matter how pure
our intentions are,

no matter how far
we distance ourselves

from what our fathers did,
we are still a part of this.

That's a terrible legacy.

One that I don't want
my children to bear.

But would holding off
telling the police for a few days

make that much difference?

It would give us the opportunity
to talk to Grimes' widow.

Blake, we didn't know she existed
until a few days ago.

We've kept this a secret this long,
Blake.

Look, at least give us
Emily Grimes' telephone number.

All right.
All right, I will wait a week.

But then I'll have to blow
the lid off this, this nightmare.

Why didn't you tell me
about finding those bodies?

Well, it wasn't the kind of story
I was anxious to share.

- Anything else you're not sharing?
- Heh. Probably.

' And you? " Me?"

Yeah.

I mean, you never struck me as the
kind of lady that showed all her cards.

Come on, Rick. Time to go.

Aw, come on, padre. Me and Mr. Ed
were just getting to know each other.

Next time.
Come on, we're loading the van.

- Tanner, I have to talk to you.
- Hello. I think I'm in love.

I'm coming, huh? I thought
we were gonna see you today.

Look. Jeff with his sister, Monica.

- This paper is trash.
- I know, but look at the picture.

Right, and look over here.
This lady says she's got a talking fish.

Where do they get a picture like this?
Look at the two of them.

We're not talking about
the New York Times here.

These rags make up stories
all the time.

You get the feeling when
you see something in print that...

- What? It's gotta be true?
- Well, there must be some truth to it.

Do you really think that this lady
holds conversations with her guppy?

- No.
- Or that this other woman

spent a romantic week on a spaceship
with five green men?

- No.
- Sammy Jo, you know your friend.

And you really believe that he
would go to bed with his sister?

- No, but...
- What?

Well, they way that
Jeff talks about her.

Don't know. Maybe they have feelings
sisters and brothers aren't supposed to.

Well, sometimes it's not so easy
to control your feelings.

- No matter what they are.
- Ls that you talking or the Church?

It's definitely not the Church.

What happens when your feelings
are different from the Church's?

- I pray.
- Does it work?

I gotta get going.

Come on, let's go.

- Bye, Sammy Jo.
Bye-bye.

See you later.

Miss Chisolm, please!

Listen, I don't blame you
for being upset but...

Look, I'm gonna call the cops.

I don't want to come in.
I just want you to listen to me.

Like my grandfather did?

I'm very sorry about what happened
to your grandfather.

Sure you're sorry.
They're gonna throw you in jail.

Miss Chisolm, I did not k*ll him.

- Like you didn't k*ll Grimes?
- Please!

My grandfather never jumped
out of a window. I know that!

I don't believe that he did, either.

And if I k*lled him,
would I be here now?

But whoever did k*ll him wanted
something and they still do.

- Look, if you're trying to scare me...
- No, no, no, I just want your help.

Now, when your grandfather
answered that ad in the newspaper,

did anybody come hereto see him?

I don't think so.

Now, he had two friends
that disappeared.

Some men who were working
in a tunnel with him.

Do you happen
to know their names?

Look, I told you, I just-
I don't like this and I want you to go.

Anything that you know
would be helpful to me.

- Just get out of here.
- Did your grandfather leave anything

that might give some clue
as to what went on?

Get out of here!

You might be in danger too.
I wanna warn you.

- Can somebody help me?
- Hey.

- What's going on?
- It's nothing.

- He won't leave.
- You're the guy who was here.

- Here before?
- The day your grandpa d*ed.

- I saw him.
- I told you. It's nothing!

- You were here.
- I'm gonna call the cops.

I don't want anything to hurt you.
Believe me.

I wish you could believe that.

Thank you for taking time to
talk to us about Roger, Mrs. Grimes.

Emily. Uh, that's okay.
But I only have a half-hour break.

You said on the phone...

Uh, we're doing some re-constructing
on the Carrington estate

and it would really help
if we had the original plans.

No, you're here to talk
about what happened to Roger.

Just like those other cops.

Well, we're not the police.

We were just hoping that Roger
might have left something behind.

You're looking in the wrong place.

The only thing Roger left me
was a mountain of bills and heartache.

Well, the Carrington Estate.
That was a pretty big project.

I'm sure that your husband
must have come home

and discussed things with you.

No, Roger didn't do
a whole lot of sharing.

Mainly,
he talked about his rich girlfriends.

It's funny.
I hadn't thought about him in years.

Until the police came a month
or so ago and told me what happened.

- That must have been some shock.
- No, not really.

If anybody was headed
for a violent death, it was Roger.

So you see, I can't help you.

Whatever odds and ends he left,
Dennis took, years ago.

- Dennis?
- Who's Dennis?

My son.
He was when Roger disappeared.

He used to be such a good little kid.
Sure loved his dad.

Well,
maybe we could talk to Dennis.

No. I don't think so.
He's, um... He's been away and...

- Sewing time.
- In prison.

Good looking, isn't he?
Just like his father.

Unfortunately,
too much like his father.

Only reason his father didn't end up
in prison is he got himself k*lled first.

- Hey. It's me, Dennis.
- What did you find out?

It looks like
she's gonna be using the cottage.

- Did you plant the bugs?
- Yeah. One right next to the bed.

That seems to be where
she does most of her talking.

We're close, Handler. Real close.