Dynasty (1981–1989): Season 1, Episode 2 - Oil: Part 2 - full transcript
Matthew has a visit from his old friend, wildcatter Walter Lankershim, who asks for money because his business is in trouble. Walter has lent money from Blake to drill for oil, but he has yet to make any strikes. Matthew goes to visit his wife, Claudia, who has been in a mental institution for 18 months, but learns that she has been released. Matthew, Claudia, and their teenage daughter, Lindsay decide to renew their lives as a family. Blake and Krystle talk about their disagreements, and start planning a big wedding. When Walter's oil rig is sabotaged, he suspects Blake.
Matthew: Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh!
Walter: It's not a workout,
Matthew.
It's attempted murder.
Matthew: Take a... Hike,
Walter.
Walter: Who you trying to
kill?
Matthew: You if you don't get
out of here.
Walter: Is that any way to
talk to your old friend?
Maybe it's carrington, huh?
'Cause of that little popsy?
What was her name? Krystle?
Walter:
Well... that was for free,
Matthew...
Because I love you like a son...
The son I never had.
And I'm gonna make you rich
beyond your ability to count.
Matthew:
Walter: At least you could
stand still and listen to what I
got to say.
Matthew: Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Walter: What?
All right.
Matthew: Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Walter: All right.
Matthew: Ugh!
Walter: There's one way to
get you to listen, boy.
Matthew:
You're an old man, Walter.
Walter: Oh.
Matthew: Your brain's gone as
soft as the rest of you, and I
ain't in no mood to play.
Walter: Yeah, I'm gonna show
you who's soft.
That head of yours has gone to
jelly, all because of that
little chicken you lost.
Well, I'm gonna do you a favor
and beat some pride back into
you.
Matthew:
All right.
Walter: Good.
Matthew: Because... The only
reason the only reason that
you bothered to look me up at
all is that you're in some kind
of mess and you need me to help
get you out of trouble.
Walter: Oh! Trouble?!
Aw, who do you think taught you
the oil business?
Matthew: Colorado school of
mines.
Walter: Oh, I'm not talking
about that geological hogwash
about rock formations and
specific gravities, how much of
this displaces how much of that.
No, I'm talking about finding
oil with your nose!
Matthew: Ugh!
Walter: Now, that's what I
learned you how to get a
whiff of it when she's down
there 5,000 feet under the
rocks.
And all them smart-aleck
geophysicists, yeah, with their
magnetometers and their
seismographs.
Yeah, while they're punching dry
holes in the ground a hundred
miles down the road.
Matthew: Ugh!
Well, the last time that me and
you went smelling for oil, it
cost me $30,000!
Plus, I just barely missed
spending six months in jail for
stock fraud.
Walter: Now, I'm gonna admit
we had a little tough luck on
that, but that's what I'm trying
to do now make it up to you!
Matthew: Oh, well, don't you
bother.
Walter: Ugh!
Ugh!
Matthew: Walter, you all
right?
Walter: I'm all right.
Matthew: Listen, I didn't
mean to.
I just had a lot on my mind.
I I'm sorry.
Walter: That's okay.
Give me a hand up, boy.
Matthew: Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh.
Oh!
Walter: Now, you lay there...
Matthew: Aah.
Walter: And you listen
to me.
I'm telling you, Matthew, I've
got the lease slot on 5,000
acres of ground that just reeks
with high-gravity crude.
Matthew: Good.
Then you... Get yourself a hammer
and a long nail, and it should
come squirting up out of the
ground like champagne.
Walter: Yeah, well, it
probably would, too, but... Well,
it got a couple of problems.
Matthew:
Yeah, like overthrust.
Walter: What?
Matthew: Who's breathing down
your neck, Walter?
Who's waiting to gobble up your
leases when you don't come in on
time?
Walter: Do you think I'd buy
up short leases?
Matthew: You'd not only buy
up short leases, but you'd con
anybody out of their money to
get it.
My guess is, your backer's about
ready to sell you out for a dime
on a dollar.
How long you got?
Walter: About five weeks.
Matthew: Who tendered the
offer?
Walter: Carrington.
Matthew:
Carrington.
Figures.
Walter: You know, it ain't
gonna cost you a whole lot of
time or money just to go out
there and take a look at what I
got.
Walter: How many Wells do you
suppose you've drilled for
carrington?
Hundreds of em, huh?
Suppose he'll ever put your name
on one?
Like hell he will.
You know what the next one's
gonna be called?
The Denver-carrington number
3,095, or some ridiculous figure
like that.
Did you ever wanna see your own
name on a rig, like, uh,
lankershim-blaisdel number one?
Then you'd own something, boy.
You'd have something.
I mean, well, I I'd be
willing to give up... 30% just
for what little bit of work
you'd be doing.
Matthew: You'd give me 50%.
Walter: 50%?!
Matthew: If I were interested
in your harebrained proposition,
which I'm not, I'd take 50% to
come in, maybe 55% just to be
safe.
Walter:
What are you, some kind of
pirate, some kind of
claim jumper?
I'm the one that's taking all
the gamble!
Matthew: Not this time,
Walter.
Look, I've been out of the
country almost two years.
I wanna I wanna try and put
my life back together.
I'm gonna go pick up my daughter
tomorrow.
Walter: All right.
All right, 50%.
Matthew: Do you have any idea
what it costs to keep my wife
where she is?
Walter: I know, Matthew... But
I'm not fooling you this time.
I really do need you.
I'm in real trouble.
Matthew: Walter I got
a steady job.
I need that paycheck every week.
I can't go off wildcatting with
you this time... Even if I
wanted to.
I just can't.
Matthew: Well, aren't you
gonna open it?
You like it?
Lindsay: Oh, I like it.
I really do.
Matthew: Well, put it on.
Lindsay: Where are we going
now?
Matthew: Oh, I thought, uh,
we'd go by and see mom, maybe go
downtown, catch a movie.
Well, honey, you you do wanna
see your mother, don't you?
Lindsay: Sure, I do.
Matthew: Well, aren't you
coming?
I know mom sure would like to
see you.
Lindsay: I don't want to go
in there.
Matthew: Lindsay, it's a...
It's a hospital.
Lindsay: It's a hospital for
crazypeople.
I don't wanna go in there.
Matthew: Come on, now.
You're old enough to understand
we don't use words like "crazy"
anymore.
Your mother, she had a she
had a breakdown.
And she needed to be in a place
like this for help.
And this is the best there is.
Hey...
Honey...
Look at me.
Come on, look at me.
That's why I was out of the
country for a year and a
half working to get the
extra money to help pay for this
place.
And it's the only thing in the
world the only thing that
could have kept me from you.
So come on, now.
How about, uh, how about going
in there with daddy?
Lindsay: Daddy, please,
don't make me go in there.
Matthew: Okay.
I'll go in and see if mom will
come out and take a little ride
with us.
Okay?
Okay.
Lindsay: Where is she?
Isn't she coming?
Matthew:
She's gone.
Lindsay: You mean, she
escaped?
Matthew:
Lindsay, I keep telling you, it
isn't that kind of a place.
The doctors thought she was
doing real well, so a month ago,
they, uh, they let her check
herself out.
Lindsay: Well, didn't they
tell you where she went?
Matthew: Sure did.
Matthew: How's the coffee in
this place?
Claudia: Hello, Matthew.
Matthew: I must say, you
don't seem very surprised to
see me.
Claudia: I always figured
you'd be along one of these
days.
Lindsay?
Lindsay: Yes, ma'am?
Claudia: You've grown.
Lindsay: Yes, ma'am.
Matthew: Well, come on, sit
down.
Claudia: I shouldn't.
I have a lot of orders
coming up.
Matthew: Oh, never mind the
orders.
Come on, sit down.
Lindsay, slide over and make
room for your mother.
It's okay, honey. Come on.
Dr. Jordan tells me you're doing
real well.
You look fine.
Claudia:
I'm an outpatient now.
I go up there three times a week
to see him.
I think he's gonna take me off
the medication before long.
Matthew: That's terrific.
That's terrific.
Look, uh we
can't we can't talk here.
Why don't, uh, why don't you
tell your boss you're leaving?
We'll head on home, pick up a
couple of steaks, some fresh
corn, a couple of beers.
Claudia: I can't, Matthew.
Matthew: Why?
Claudia: I'm not ready.
I need more time.
I just can't go back there like
nothing ever happened.
Maybe after a couple of more
months on my own, working.
Matthew: It's not only your
decision to make, Claudia.
We need you, Lindsay and I.
Lindsay... why don't you tell
your mother how how you want
her to come home with us?
It's okay, honey.
Lindsay...
Claudia: Matthew!
Leave her alone, for god's sake!
What do you expect from her?!
She's got a right to be angry.
The last time she saw me, I was
running down the street,
screaming.
How would you feel if you saw
your mother being dragged off in
a straitjacket by three
policemen, kicking and
shrieking?
Matthew: I saw my wife
dragged off.
Claudia: Maybe you have a
right to be angry, too.
Matthew: We need you,
Claudia.
We're a family.
Claudia: I need time.
Matthew: May not be time.
Things are gonna happen very
fast for Lindsay now.
There are gonna be changes...
Things a mother should be there
to explain to her, help her
with.
Don't you see, I, uh, I won't be
able to do that for her?
Claudia: Matthew, there isn't
any guarantee that I'm going to
make it.
Matthew: There are never any
guarantees inanythingin life.
We'll just grab hands, face up
to it.
Claudia:
Lindsay...
I want you to tell me the truth.
Do you want me to come home with
you now?
Lindsay: Mm-hmm.
Claudia: Okay.
Blake: I know I don't deserve
to be forgiven... But...
Not a word.
I plead guilty of all high
crimes and misdemeanors of which
I stand charged.
And I understand that my only
real hope is for an executive
pardon with loss of all rights
and privileges.
Krystle: Blake, this is
serious.
It's not just something...
Blake: Uh, I only want to
ask one thing can't we talk
about it over dinner?
Oh, by the way, I brought you
something.
It was all they had left.
Some lovesick fool bought out
the entire shop.
Krystle:
Blake.
Blake: Dinner?
Krystle:
Dinner.
Blake: Now, what would you
like to eat?
Japanese, French?
Krystle: Nothing fancy.
And please, nothing expensive.
Blake: Whatever you like.
Krystle: Maybe Chinese.
Krystle: Blake, I don't
understand.
Come on, you'll see.
Blake: Here you go.
Thank you very much.
Well, there it is.
Doesn't look like much, but
believe me, this place has got
the best char siu bao in
San Francisco, and it's not very
expensive.
We'll get out of this place for
under 20 bucks, tax and tip
included.
Krystle: What if I said
"French"?
Blake: We would have had to
refuel in New Jersey.
Krystle: Thank you.
Blake: Mm-hmm.
How about a little Brandy?
Krystle: Hmm, no, thank you.
Blake: What would you like?
Krystle: My job back.
Blake: You don't really want
to be back where I found you...
Typing drilling reports, feeding
xerox machines?
Krystle: I don't see my
friends much anymore, Blake.
They seem uncomfortable with me.
Blake: Oh, they'll get over
that.
You've invited them to the
wedding, haven't you?
You want to call off the
wedding?
Is that what you want?
Okay. Let's do it this way.
Heads, we get married.
Tails, we don't.
Krystle:
You're joking?
Blake: Mnh-mnh.
No, I want you more than
anything that I've ever wanted.
But I'm a high roller.
I'm willing to leave it to fate
if you are.
Krystle: I don't believe you.
Blake: Now, if it's tails
under there, when we get down on
the ground, we go our separate
ways.
Krystle: This is a decision
that'll affect the rest of our
lives.
You you can't make it on the
flip of a coin.
Blake: I don't need a quarter
to tell me that I love you.
It's you.
Do you love me?
Krystle: I do!
Of course I do!
Blake: How much?
A little, a lot? 40%, 65%?
More than a hurricane, less than
a squall?
Krystle: Blake, don't you
see?
It's not you.
It's... it's just that I...
I can't get used to...
Blake: Go on.
It won't hurt you.
It's the money, isn't it?
Krystle: I was raised in a
town that's smaller than your
dining room.
When my father died, he didn't
even leave us $200 to Bury him.
Blake: Would it make you feel
more comfortable if I divested
myself of all my holdings, if I
gave away every penny I've got?
Krystle: It wouldn't make any
difference?
Blake: You're right, it
wouldn't, cause if I started
from dead scratch tomorrow, I'd
have a million dollars by the
end of the year and $10 million
by the year after that.
And it's got nothing to do with
what I am or who I am.
Now...
Do I really have to be poor to
turn you on?
Krystle: That's not fair.
Blake: Tails.
Krystle: Blake...
Two out of three?
I love you.
I swear I do... 100%.
Blake: Prove it.
Afferton: John, make a
mental note.
I don't want this drooping.
I want it up not down, up.
Thank you, Alice.
What are you doing?
Absolutely lovely.
Afferton: Picker!
Picker!
Walter: All right, turn it
over.
Shut it down!
Shut it down!
Walter!
Walter: Get him to the
hospital.
Yes, sir.
Okay, here we go. Here.
Okay, all right. Let's go.
Krystle:
Thank you.
Thank you.
Uh, thank you.
I I think I can finish now.
Fallon: I wouldn't send them
away, krystle.
I can tell you for a fact...
Every one of the women coming
here today spent a week at
Elizabeth arden's to tune up for
this affair, so you might as
well take all the help you can
get.
Krystle: You make it sound so
competitive.
It's not a contest, fallon.
Fallon: No?
Then why are they coming from
five states around to get a look
at the winner?
Hi, Andy, come on in.
Andrew: You sure it's all
right?
Fallon: Yes, the bodywork's
been done.
Now they're just touching up on
the paint.
Krystle, you remember
Andrew laird, daddy's
consigliere?
Andrew: Fallon, that's not
very funny.
Fallon: Sorry, I thought that
was Italian for "attorney."
Andrew:
You look lovely very lovely.
Krystle: Thank you.
Andrew: Miss Jennings, could
I see you a moment privately?
I have some papers that need to
be signed.
Krystle: Sure.
Andrew: Ladies, would you all
excuse us, please?
Krystle: What papers?
Andrew: Oh, nothing very
important just some technical
documents required by the
corporation.
Fallon: He means a
premarital property agreement.
Krystle: I'm not sure I
understand.
Fallon: Oh, it's not very
complicated.
Sort of a rich man's divorce in
advance.
Andrew: Uh, fallon, I don't
think this is the proper
occasion for your rather curious
sense of humor.
Now, miss Jennings, if you could
sign right here at the bottom
and then again here, too,
please.
Krystle: Well, don't you
think I should read it first?
Andrew: Why, certainly, if
you want to take the time, but
it's just a... Formality.
There's nothing very unusual
in it.
Fallon: That's true.
Fact is, it reads a lot like the
Bible.
You brought nothing into this
world, and it is certain you can
carry nothing out.
Andrew: Fallon... Would you
leave us, please?
Fallon: Is that a hint, Andy?
Are you trying to get me to
leave?
Andrew: Ah.
Fallon: Well...
You may as well sign it, babe.
Wedding's not gonna go on
without it.
Krystle: Is that true?
Andrew: Well, I think it will
be much less complicated for
everyone if you were to just...
Sign.
Krystle:
Mr. Lankershim, we've got him
Comfortable now.
You can see him for a minute if
you like.
Dr. Rubin.
Dr. Rubin, you're wanted in
surgery.
Walter: How bad is he
busted up?
Compound fracture of the
right leg.
We're about to set that.
Some ribs may be broken, but
we'll check that out, too.
Walter: How long before he
can get on his feet?
I understand your urgency,
Mr. Lankershim, and I realize
you wildcatters need every man
on your crew.
Walter: You've got the wrong
idea, son.
It's his job to check that pin
so accidents like this don't
happen.
I just want to know how long
before I can break his other
leg.
Walter... I'm sorry.
I swear to you, I checked that
pin.
I checked it last night, right
after shift.
It was okay.
Walter: Yeah, well...
Hey, don't worry about that now.
In fact, you don't worry about
nothing.
We're gonna look after your
family for you and... Keep you on
the payroll till you're up and
around again.
You can't do that.
You'd...
You're in enough trouble as
it is.
You... got carrington on your
back.
You can hardly meet your own
payroll.
Walter: You don't think about
that now.
You just think about getting
well here.
We called your wife.
She should be coming around any
minute now.
Walter, can I see you a minute?
Went up on the rig and brought
the pin down.
Does that look worn to you or
tampered with?
Where you going?
Walter: To see
Blake carrington about an
accident... that wasn't an
accident.
Joseph: Mr. Carrington, your
father would like to see you.
He's in the library.
Steven: Thank you, Joseph.
Steven: I'm sorry.
I thought you wanted to see me.
Blake: Yes, I do.
Andrew: Well, I'll leave you
two to talk.
Blake: Would you care for a
drink, Steven?
Steven: Uh, no, thank you.
Blake: Well, then let me get
right to the point.
You've been out of school two
years.
You have a degree, which, uh,
which wouldn't get you a job
spraying vegetables in a
supermarket.
Steven: I've changed my mind.
I think I will.
Blake: You've lived in
New York.
You've tried to find yourself.
Well, son, the search is at an
end.
Steven: Really?
And what have I decided?
Blake: I've decided that
you've been living off this
company long enough.
It's time you started putting
something back in.
So... take a little vacation.
Rest up from your... Resting,
gather your strength, because
just as soon as I get back from
my honeymoon, you'll report to
work.
Steven: I see.
And what career have I picked
out for myself?
Blake: You have three
choices.
You can start in the refinery,
you can learn plant supervision,
or you can try public relations.
Steven: Public relations?
Blake: Mm-hmm.
Steven: Do you really want me
to tell the public what I think
about your business?
Blake:
It's nice to know that you think
anything about anything, Steven.
I wasn't aware that you did.
Steven: How would you know
anything about what I do or what
I don't do?
From the time mother left, I'm
not sure you'd have known who I
was if I didn't come into the
house wearing a nametag.
Blake: About my business...
You had a comment to make?
Steven: Maybe, but today is
no day to get into all that.
Blake: On the contrary, today
is the day to settle all
accounts.
Go on. Spit it out.
Steven: Okay.
I think you sold this country
out.
That's what I think.
You and Colby and all the rest
of you.
Blake: Well, don't stop
there.
Go on. Go on, get it all out.
Steven: You didn't develop
this country's energy resources
when you had the chance to.
No, you developed the arabian
fields instead, because it was
cheaper.
You made billionaires out of the
oil sheikhs.
Except now the arabian fields
are up for grabs to any army
that has enough nerve to
march in!
Blake: And your father is
personally responsible for
world war III.
Steven, I've heard this garbage
from people I almost respect.
Do you really suppose I'm gonna
take it fromyou?
Steven: No.
Maybe you just don't have an
answer.
Blake: And what'syour
answer?
To sit in this house, surrounded
by things that you have not
earned with hands as soft as a
baby's bottom, talking about
building windmills and
converting corn flakes into
gasohol?
Why, the most work you've ever
done in your life is to sign
your name to a credit-card
charge!
Steven: Okay, I may not work,
but at least I don't steal, and
I don't Rob from the people of
this country by artificially
pushing up the price of
gasoline!
I don't do that!
Blake: Now, that is an
allegation that has never been
proven by anybody!
The justice department says it's
not true!
The department of energy says
it's not true!
But my son still believes it!
Steven: Yes, I do!
Blake: Well, how the hell can
anybody respect the opinion of a
man who'd put his hands on
another man?!
I didn't mean for it to come out
that way.
I didn't mean for it to come out
at all.
I'd hoped that you would come
home and go to work and that
everything would just... Go away.
Steven: How did you find out?
Did you use detectives?
Blake: I I just found out,
that's all.
Steven: You know, I wanted to
tell you myself.
I-I mean, in my own way.
I-I-I I just couldn't seem to
get next to you.
Dad, look at me.
Blake: Steven...
You know, I'm about as freudian
as you could hope for in
a capitalist exploiter of the
working classes.
And... when I'm not busy grinding
the faces of the poor, I I
even read a little.
I understand about sublimation.
I I understand how you could
try to hide sexual dysfunction
behind hostility toward a
father.
I, uh I even prepared to
say that I could find...
A little homosexual
experimentation... Acceptable...
Just as long as you didn't bring
it home with you.
It's just...
Don't you see, son?
I'm offering you a chance to
straighten yourself out.
Steven: Straighten myself
out?
I'm not sure I know what that
means.
I'm not sure I could if I wanted
to...
And I'm not sure I want to.
Blake:
Of course. I forgot.
The American psychiatric
association has decided that
it's no longer a disease.
That's too bad.
I could have endowed a
foundation the
Steven carrington institute for
the treatment and study of
faggotry!
Well, if you'll excuse me, I've
got to go get married.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh!
Walter: It's not a workout,
Matthew.
It's attempted murder.
Matthew: Take a... Hike,
Walter.
Walter: Who you trying to
kill?
Matthew: You if you don't get
out of here.
Walter: Is that any way to
talk to your old friend?
Maybe it's carrington, huh?
'Cause of that little popsy?
What was her name? Krystle?
Walter:
Well... that was for free,
Matthew...
Because I love you like a son...
The son I never had.
And I'm gonna make you rich
beyond your ability to count.
Matthew:
Walter: At least you could
stand still and listen to what I
got to say.
Matthew: Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Walter: What?
All right.
Matthew: Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Walter: All right.
Matthew: Ugh!
Walter: There's one way to
get you to listen, boy.
Matthew:
You're an old man, Walter.
Walter: Oh.
Matthew: Your brain's gone as
soft as the rest of you, and I
ain't in no mood to play.
Walter: Yeah, I'm gonna show
you who's soft.
That head of yours has gone to
jelly, all because of that
little chicken you lost.
Well, I'm gonna do you a favor
and beat some pride back into
you.
Matthew:
All right.
Walter: Good.
Matthew: Because... The only
reason the only reason that
you bothered to look me up at
all is that you're in some kind
of mess and you need me to help
get you out of trouble.
Walter: Oh! Trouble?!
Aw, who do you think taught you
the oil business?
Matthew: Colorado school of
mines.
Walter: Oh, I'm not talking
about that geological hogwash
about rock formations and
specific gravities, how much of
this displaces how much of that.
No, I'm talking about finding
oil with your nose!
Matthew: Ugh!
Walter: Now, that's what I
learned you how to get a
whiff of it when she's down
there 5,000 feet under the
rocks.
And all them smart-aleck
geophysicists, yeah, with their
magnetometers and their
seismographs.
Yeah, while they're punching dry
holes in the ground a hundred
miles down the road.
Matthew: Ugh!
Well, the last time that me and
you went smelling for oil, it
cost me $30,000!
Plus, I just barely missed
spending six months in jail for
stock fraud.
Walter: Now, I'm gonna admit
we had a little tough luck on
that, but that's what I'm trying
to do now make it up to you!
Matthew: Oh, well, don't you
bother.
Walter: Ugh!
Ugh!
Matthew: Walter, you all
right?
Walter: I'm all right.
Matthew: Listen, I didn't
mean to.
I just had a lot on my mind.
I I'm sorry.
Walter: That's okay.
Give me a hand up, boy.
Matthew: Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh.
Oh!
Walter: Now, you lay there...
Matthew: Aah.
Walter: And you listen
to me.
I'm telling you, Matthew, I've
got the lease slot on 5,000
acres of ground that just reeks
with high-gravity crude.
Matthew: Good.
Then you... Get yourself a hammer
and a long nail, and it should
come squirting up out of the
ground like champagne.
Walter: Yeah, well, it
probably would, too, but... Well,
it got a couple of problems.
Matthew:
Yeah, like overthrust.
Walter: What?
Matthew: Who's breathing down
your neck, Walter?
Who's waiting to gobble up your
leases when you don't come in on
time?
Walter: Do you think I'd buy
up short leases?
Matthew: You'd not only buy
up short leases, but you'd con
anybody out of their money to
get it.
My guess is, your backer's about
ready to sell you out for a dime
on a dollar.
How long you got?
Walter: About five weeks.
Matthew: Who tendered the
offer?
Walter: Carrington.
Matthew:
Carrington.
Figures.
Walter: You know, it ain't
gonna cost you a whole lot of
time or money just to go out
there and take a look at what I
got.
Walter: How many Wells do you
suppose you've drilled for
carrington?
Hundreds of em, huh?
Suppose he'll ever put your name
on one?
Like hell he will.
You know what the next one's
gonna be called?
The Denver-carrington number
3,095, or some ridiculous figure
like that.
Did you ever wanna see your own
name on a rig, like, uh,
lankershim-blaisdel number one?
Then you'd own something, boy.
You'd have something.
I mean, well, I I'd be
willing to give up... 30% just
for what little bit of work
you'd be doing.
Matthew: You'd give me 50%.
Walter: 50%?!
Matthew: If I were interested
in your harebrained proposition,
which I'm not, I'd take 50% to
come in, maybe 55% just to be
safe.
Walter:
What are you, some kind of
pirate, some kind of
claim jumper?
I'm the one that's taking all
the gamble!
Matthew: Not this time,
Walter.
Look, I've been out of the
country almost two years.
I wanna I wanna try and put
my life back together.
I'm gonna go pick up my daughter
tomorrow.
Walter: All right.
All right, 50%.
Matthew: Do you have any idea
what it costs to keep my wife
where she is?
Walter: I know, Matthew... But
I'm not fooling you this time.
I really do need you.
I'm in real trouble.
Matthew: Walter I got
a steady job.
I need that paycheck every week.
I can't go off wildcatting with
you this time... Even if I
wanted to.
I just can't.
Matthew: Well, aren't you
gonna open it?
You like it?
Lindsay: Oh, I like it.
I really do.
Matthew: Well, put it on.
Lindsay: Where are we going
now?
Matthew: Oh, I thought, uh,
we'd go by and see mom, maybe go
downtown, catch a movie.
Well, honey, you you do wanna
see your mother, don't you?
Lindsay: Sure, I do.
Matthew: Well, aren't you
coming?
I know mom sure would like to
see you.
Lindsay: I don't want to go
in there.
Matthew: Lindsay, it's a...
It's a hospital.
Lindsay: It's a hospital for
crazypeople.
I don't wanna go in there.
Matthew: Come on, now.
You're old enough to understand
we don't use words like "crazy"
anymore.
Your mother, she had a she
had a breakdown.
And she needed to be in a place
like this for help.
And this is the best there is.
Hey...
Honey...
Look at me.
Come on, look at me.
That's why I was out of the
country for a year and a
half working to get the
extra money to help pay for this
place.
And it's the only thing in the
world the only thing that
could have kept me from you.
So come on, now.
How about, uh, how about going
in there with daddy?
Lindsay: Daddy, please,
don't make me go in there.
Matthew: Okay.
I'll go in and see if mom will
come out and take a little ride
with us.
Okay?
Okay.
Lindsay: Where is she?
Isn't she coming?
Matthew:
She's gone.
Lindsay: You mean, she
escaped?
Matthew:
Lindsay, I keep telling you, it
isn't that kind of a place.
The doctors thought she was
doing real well, so a month ago,
they, uh, they let her check
herself out.
Lindsay: Well, didn't they
tell you where she went?
Matthew: Sure did.
Matthew: How's the coffee in
this place?
Claudia: Hello, Matthew.
Matthew: I must say, you
don't seem very surprised to
see me.
Claudia: I always figured
you'd be along one of these
days.
Lindsay?
Lindsay: Yes, ma'am?
Claudia: You've grown.
Lindsay: Yes, ma'am.
Matthew: Well, come on, sit
down.
Claudia: I shouldn't.
I have a lot of orders
coming up.
Matthew: Oh, never mind the
orders.
Come on, sit down.
Lindsay, slide over and make
room for your mother.
It's okay, honey. Come on.
Dr. Jordan tells me you're doing
real well.
You look fine.
Claudia:
I'm an outpatient now.
I go up there three times a week
to see him.
I think he's gonna take me off
the medication before long.
Matthew: That's terrific.
That's terrific.
Look, uh we
can't we can't talk here.
Why don't, uh, why don't you
tell your boss you're leaving?
We'll head on home, pick up a
couple of steaks, some fresh
corn, a couple of beers.
Claudia: I can't, Matthew.
Matthew: Why?
Claudia: I'm not ready.
I need more time.
I just can't go back there like
nothing ever happened.
Maybe after a couple of more
months on my own, working.
Matthew: It's not only your
decision to make, Claudia.
We need you, Lindsay and I.
Lindsay... why don't you tell
your mother how how you want
her to come home with us?
It's okay, honey.
Lindsay...
Claudia: Matthew!
Leave her alone, for god's sake!
What do you expect from her?!
She's got a right to be angry.
The last time she saw me, I was
running down the street,
screaming.
How would you feel if you saw
your mother being dragged off in
a straitjacket by three
policemen, kicking and
shrieking?
Matthew: I saw my wife
dragged off.
Claudia: Maybe you have a
right to be angry, too.
Matthew: We need you,
Claudia.
We're a family.
Claudia: I need time.
Matthew: May not be time.
Things are gonna happen very
fast for Lindsay now.
There are gonna be changes...
Things a mother should be there
to explain to her, help her
with.
Don't you see, I, uh, I won't be
able to do that for her?
Claudia: Matthew, there isn't
any guarantee that I'm going to
make it.
Matthew: There are never any
guarantees inanythingin life.
We'll just grab hands, face up
to it.
Claudia:
Lindsay...
I want you to tell me the truth.
Do you want me to come home with
you now?
Lindsay: Mm-hmm.
Claudia: Okay.
Blake: I know I don't deserve
to be forgiven... But...
Not a word.
I plead guilty of all high
crimes and misdemeanors of which
I stand charged.
And I understand that my only
real hope is for an executive
pardon with loss of all rights
and privileges.
Krystle: Blake, this is
serious.
It's not just something...
Blake: Uh, I only want to
ask one thing can't we talk
about it over dinner?
Oh, by the way, I brought you
something.
It was all they had left.
Some lovesick fool bought out
the entire shop.
Krystle:
Blake.
Blake: Dinner?
Krystle:
Dinner.
Blake: Now, what would you
like to eat?
Japanese, French?
Krystle: Nothing fancy.
And please, nothing expensive.
Blake: Whatever you like.
Krystle: Maybe Chinese.
Krystle: Blake, I don't
understand.
Come on, you'll see.
Blake: Here you go.
Thank you very much.
Well, there it is.
Doesn't look like much, but
believe me, this place has got
the best char siu bao in
San Francisco, and it's not very
expensive.
We'll get out of this place for
under 20 bucks, tax and tip
included.
Krystle: What if I said
"French"?
Blake: We would have had to
refuel in New Jersey.
Krystle: Thank you.
Blake: Mm-hmm.
How about a little Brandy?
Krystle: Hmm, no, thank you.
Blake: What would you like?
Krystle: My job back.
Blake: You don't really want
to be back where I found you...
Typing drilling reports, feeding
xerox machines?
Krystle: I don't see my
friends much anymore, Blake.
They seem uncomfortable with me.
Blake: Oh, they'll get over
that.
You've invited them to the
wedding, haven't you?
You want to call off the
wedding?
Is that what you want?
Okay. Let's do it this way.
Heads, we get married.
Tails, we don't.
Krystle:
You're joking?
Blake: Mnh-mnh.
No, I want you more than
anything that I've ever wanted.
But I'm a high roller.
I'm willing to leave it to fate
if you are.
Krystle: I don't believe you.
Blake: Now, if it's tails
under there, when we get down on
the ground, we go our separate
ways.
Krystle: This is a decision
that'll affect the rest of our
lives.
You you can't make it on the
flip of a coin.
Blake: I don't need a quarter
to tell me that I love you.
It's you.
Do you love me?
Krystle: I do!
Of course I do!
Blake: How much?
A little, a lot? 40%, 65%?
More than a hurricane, less than
a squall?
Krystle: Blake, don't you
see?
It's not you.
It's... it's just that I...
I can't get used to...
Blake: Go on.
It won't hurt you.
It's the money, isn't it?
Krystle: I was raised in a
town that's smaller than your
dining room.
When my father died, he didn't
even leave us $200 to Bury him.
Blake: Would it make you feel
more comfortable if I divested
myself of all my holdings, if I
gave away every penny I've got?
Krystle: It wouldn't make any
difference?
Blake: You're right, it
wouldn't, cause if I started
from dead scratch tomorrow, I'd
have a million dollars by the
end of the year and $10 million
by the year after that.
And it's got nothing to do with
what I am or who I am.
Now...
Do I really have to be poor to
turn you on?
Krystle: That's not fair.
Blake: Tails.
Krystle: Blake...
Two out of three?
I love you.
I swear I do... 100%.
Blake: Prove it.
Afferton: John, make a
mental note.
I don't want this drooping.
I want it up not down, up.
Thank you, Alice.
What are you doing?
Absolutely lovely.
Afferton: Picker!
Picker!
Walter: All right, turn it
over.
Shut it down!
Shut it down!
Walter!
Walter: Get him to the
hospital.
Yes, sir.
Okay, here we go. Here.
Okay, all right. Let's go.
Krystle:
Thank you.
Thank you.
Uh, thank you.
I I think I can finish now.
Fallon: I wouldn't send them
away, krystle.
I can tell you for a fact...
Every one of the women coming
here today spent a week at
Elizabeth arden's to tune up for
this affair, so you might as
well take all the help you can
get.
Krystle: You make it sound so
competitive.
It's not a contest, fallon.
Fallon: No?
Then why are they coming from
five states around to get a look
at the winner?
Hi, Andy, come on in.
Andrew: You sure it's all
right?
Fallon: Yes, the bodywork's
been done.
Now they're just touching up on
the paint.
Krystle, you remember
Andrew laird, daddy's
consigliere?
Andrew: Fallon, that's not
very funny.
Fallon: Sorry, I thought that
was Italian for "attorney."
Andrew:
You look lovely very lovely.
Krystle: Thank you.
Andrew: Miss Jennings, could
I see you a moment privately?
I have some papers that need to
be signed.
Krystle: Sure.
Andrew: Ladies, would you all
excuse us, please?
Krystle: What papers?
Andrew: Oh, nothing very
important just some technical
documents required by the
corporation.
Fallon: He means a
premarital property agreement.
Krystle: I'm not sure I
understand.
Fallon: Oh, it's not very
complicated.
Sort of a rich man's divorce in
advance.
Andrew: Uh, fallon, I don't
think this is the proper
occasion for your rather curious
sense of humor.
Now, miss Jennings, if you could
sign right here at the bottom
and then again here, too,
please.
Krystle: Well, don't you
think I should read it first?
Andrew: Why, certainly, if
you want to take the time, but
it's just a... Formality.
There's nothing very unusual
in it.
Fallon: That's true.
Fact is, it reads a lot like the
Bible.
You brought nothing into this
world, and it is certain you can
carry nothing out.
Andrew: Fallon... Would you
leave us, please?
Fallon: Is that a hint, Andy?
Are you trying to get me to
leave?
Andrew: Ah.
Fallon: Well...
You may as well sign it, babe.
Wedding's not gonna go on
without it.
Krystle: Is that true?
Andrew: Well, I think it will
be much less complicated for
everyone if you were to just...
Sign.
Krystle:
Mr. Lankershim, we've got him
Comfortable now.
You can see him for a minute if
you like.
Dr. Rubin.
Dr. Rubin, you're wanted in
surgery.
Walter: How bad is he
busted up?
Compound fracture of the
right leg.
We're about to set that.
Some ribs may be broken, but
we'll check that out, too.
Walter: How long before he
can get on his feet?
I understand your urgency,
Mr. Lankershim, and I realize
you wildcatters need every man
on your crew.
Walter: You've got the wrong
idea, son.
It's his job to check that pin
so accidents like this don't
happen.
I just want to know how long
before I can break his other
leg.
Walter... I'm sorry.
I swear to you, I checked that
pin.
I checked it last night, right
after shift.
It was okay.
Walter: Yeah, well...
Hey, don't worry about that now.
In fact, you don't worry about
nothing.
We're gonna look after your
family for you and... Keep you on
the payroll till you're up and
around again.
You can't do that.
You'd...
You're in enough trouble as
it is.
You... got carrington on your
back.
You can hardly meet your own
payroll.
Walter: You don't think about
that now.
You just think about getting
well here.
We called your wife.
She should be coming around any
minute now.
Walter, can I see you a minute?
Went up on the rig and brought
the pin down.
Does that look worn to you or
tampered with?
Where you going?
Walter: To see
Blake carrington about an
accident... that wasn't an
accident.
Joseph: Mr. Carrington, your
father would like to see you.
He's in the library.
Steven: Thank you, Joseph.
Steven: I'm sorry.
I thought you wanted to see me.
Blake: Yes, I do.
Andrew: Well, I'll leave you
two to talk.
Blake: Would you care for a
drink, Steven?
Steven: Uh, no, thank you.
Blake: Well, then let me get
right to the point.
You've been out of school two
years.
You have a degree, which, uh,
which wouldn't get you a job
spraying vegetables in a
supermarket.
Steven: I've changed my mind.
I think I will.
Blake: You've lived in
New York.
You've tried to find yourself.
Well, son, the search is at an
end.
Steven: Really?
And what have I decided?
Blake: I've decided that
you've been living off this
company long enough.
It's time you started putting
something back in.
So... take a little vacation.
Rest up from your... Resting,
gather your strength, because
just as soon as I get back from
my honeymoon, you'll report to
work.
Steven: I see.
And what career have I picked
out for myself?
Blake: You have three
choices.
You can start in the refinery,
you can learn plant supervision,
or you can try public relations.
Steven: Public relations?
Blake: Mm-hmm.
Steven: Do you really want me
to tell the public what I think
about your business?
Blake:
It's nice to know that you think
anything about anything, Steven.
I wasn't aware that you did.
Steven: How would you know
anything about what I do or what
I don't do?
From the time mother left, I'm
not sure you'd have known who I
was if I didn't come into the
house wearing a nametag.
Blake: About my business...
You had a comment to make?
Steven: Maybe, but today is
no day to get into all that.
Blake: On the contrary, today
is the day to settle all
accounts.
Go on. Spit it out.
Steven: Okay.
I think you sold this country
out.
That's what I think.
You and Colby and all the rest
of you.
Blake: Well, don't stop
there.
Go on. Go on, get it all out.
Steven: You didn't develop
this country's energy resources
when you had the chance to.
No, you developed the arabian
fields instead, because it was
cheaper.
You made billionaires out of the
oil sheikhs.
Except now the arabian fields
are up for grabs to any army
that has enough nerve to
march in!
Blake: And your father is
personally responsible for
world war III.
Steven, I've heard this garbage
from people I almost respect.
Do you really suppose I'm gonna
take it fromyou?
Steven: No.
Maybe you just don't have an
answer.
Blake: And what'syour
answer?
To sit in this house, surrounded
by things that you have not
earned with hands as soft as a
baby's bottom, talking about
building windmills and
converting corn flakes into
gasohol?
Why, the most work you've ever
done in your life is to sign
your name to a credit-card
charge!
Steven: Okay, I may not work,
but at least I don't steal, and
I don't Rob from the people of
this country by artificially
pushing up the price of
gasoline!
I don't do that!
Blake: Now, that is an
allegation that has never been
proven by anybody!
The justice department says it's
not true!
The department of energy says
it's not true!
But my son still believes it!
Steven: Yes, I do!
Blake: Well, how the hell can
anybody respect the opinion of a
man who'd put his hands on
another man?!
I didn't mean for it to come out
that way.
I didn't mean for it to come out
at all.
I'd hoped that you would come
home and go to work and that
everything would just... Go away.
Steven: How did you find out?
Did you use detectives?
Blake: I I just found out,
that's all.
Steven: You know, I wanted to
tell you myself.
I-I mean, in my own way.
I-I-I I just couldn't seem to
get next to you.
Dad, look at me.
Blake: Steven...
You know, I'm about as freudian
as you could hope for in
a capitalist exploiter of the
working classes.
And... when I'm not busy grinding
the faces of the poor, I I
even read a little.
I understand about sublimation.
I I understand how you could
try to hide sexual dysfunction
behind hostility toward a
father.
I, uh I even prepared to
say that I could find...
A little homosexual
experimentation... Acceptable...
Just as long as you didn't bring
it home with you.
It's just...
Don't you see, son?
I'm offering you a chance to
straighten yourself out.
Steven: Straighten myself
out?
I'm not sure I know what that
means.
I'm not sure I could if I wanted
to...
And I'm not sure I want to.
Blake:
Of course. I forgot.
The American psychiatric
association has decided that
it's no longer a disease.
That's too bad.
I could have endowed a
foundation the
Steven carrington institute for
the treatment and study of
faggotry!
Well, if you'll excuse me, I've
got to go get married.