Dynasty (1981–1989): Season 1, Episode 7 - The Chauffeur Tells a Secret - full transcript
Michael tells Blake why Fallon married Jeff Colby. Claudia and Steven surprise themselves when they share a kiss.
Boy, this is sure exhausting.
I haven't sweat this much
in years.
Oh.
Sorry about that, darling.
That's okay. Next time I'll show you.
I'll make you grovel in defeat.
Have fun?
Yeah. Lots.
How about a little lemonade?
Yeah!
Love some.
Okay. You want to
tell him, or should I?
I'll tell him.
Daddy, Jeff and I are gonna live here
for a while. If it's all right, Blake.
Well, of course it is.
What father of what indigent daughter
and soninlaw...
wouldn't allow them
to come in out of the snow?
What do you think, darling?
This is a democracy, you know.
Of course.
Then it's unanimous.
Jeff has to be off playing
traveling man some of the time.
I've loved this shack
ever since I can remember.
Well, just sign the lease.
Right here.
Appreciate it, Blake.
Just for a while. Krystle, thanks.
Fallon, you know we'd love you
to stay with us.
I've gotta get going. I gotta meet
Ed and fix that damn winch again.
I ran into his wife yesterday
at the market.
You did?
Mmhmm.
She told me about that fight that you had
with him over Steven Carrington.
Didn't I mention that?
No.
She told me something else
you didn't mention.
What?
Steven Carrington's gay.
She say that?
No. Fruit.
I think she said
he's... a fruit.
Well, that sounds
like Nell and Ed.
That sort of talk
disgusts me.
People have a right
to be what they want to be.
Honey...
I tried to
explain that to him.
You sure it's okay
if I bring him over this afternoon?
Sure I'm sure. What's his name?
Christopher.
Is he a hunk?
Oh, yeah. Well, he's sort of cute.
You gonna take the car out?
You gotta keep trying, gotta keep doing it.
I don't know. I, um
I might take the bus.
You know, energy crisis,
all that.
Go make oil.
As much as I can.
See you tonight?
Maybe take in a movie after dinner?
Oh, I hate plans, Jeff.
I also hate Daddy's projection room.
Well, what I had
in mind is we could, uh...
take a drive into town,
go to a theater and...
maybe neck in the balcony.
Well, why didn't you say so?
We'll see, okay?
Michael.
Thanks.
What's
the money for?
The work you did
to my car.
Took me
20 minutes.
Well, you didn't
have to do it at all.
I know. But the Carringtons give me
just about everything I need.
Get out.
Want to walk?
No.
I do.
So, how is he
your groom?
Ravishingly handsome,
in case you haven't noticed.
That's with the lights on.
He's very gentle.
Just the way you like it
about once every two months.
You know what
I'd like to do?
Kick you
where it really hurts.
Hey. Come on.
I think I'm entitled
to a few minutes with you.
Entitled?
You're entitled to that dumb uniform...
and whatever my father
pays you to drive.
Well, I used to be entitled
That's right.
You said it. Past tense.
You tell that to those football jocks
your father pays too?
What'd you do? Take out an ad in the
locker room rag sheet? No more "entitled''?
You want trouble, friend,
you're sure as hell gonna get it.
What I want is you, Fallon.
You missed me?
You'd be surprised how much.
Spare me.
When I was a little kid,
we were pretty poor.
And when my mother used to ask me,
"How much do you love me?''
I'd say, "A million dollars.''
When she had to go to
my grandmother's back east...
and she'd come home, and she'd ask,
"How much did you miss me?''
I'd say, "A million dollars.''
That's how much
I've missed you.
I am married.
So is half the world.
I don't intend
to cheat on him.
Yet.
Why'd you marry him?
That's my business.
He's a jerk,
and you know it.
Offering me bucks
a tip.
That's the world he comes from.
The world I come from.
We're generous to servants.
Well, your father seems to have
different ideas about me.
I got a raise.
He says I'll be out of
this dumb uniform in a while.
Why did you marry him, Fallon?
Honest answer.
Well, for one thing,
I want to own
run ColbyCo Oil.
Honest enough for you?
Then you swiped the orchid
out of the wrong hothouse.
Cecil Colby.
You sure had a chance
to make it with him.
You think you know
a lot, don't you?
Are you gonna take me back to town,
or do I drive that hearse myself?
My pleasure.
I just found a note from
an obviously beautiful woman on my bed.
Hmm. The woman or the note?
Sad to say the note.
Pretty sexy stuff too.
Said "Meet me in the kitchen. Urgent.''
Oh. Well...
here we are.
I don't understand.
Where is everybody? Where's the staff?
Sent them packing.
Gave them the day off.
Do you mean
that we're alone?
Well, I am the mistress
of the house.
That's what the man said.
Didn't he?
Mmhmm.
So, how would he like
his Spanish omelet?
Very Spanish.
Hmm. Lots and lots
of hot stuff?
Oh, yes.
Lots and lots of hot stuff.
Mrs. Carrington,
I love you.
And I love you.
Especially
Especially what?
On a day like today.
When those lines up there
don't look quite so tight.
When you can yell out
to the rest of the world...
"Hey, I'm taking the day off,
and I'm gonna be with my wife.''
I feel so relaxed
when I'm with you.
Oh, and I'm happy
just to see you that way.
Like I'm happy
I've got everything I've ever dreamed of.
Ah. Back to work.
And then,
I'd like to talk.
About what?
Well, about us.
I love being with you,
and I want to be with you more
be more involved
in your life...
in your work.
I used to be a pretty good secretary.
I helped whenever I could.
I'd like to help again.
Guess I've talked. End of speech.
I think that might
be arranged.
You know, there's something
that I want from you too.
Just as seriously.
I want a child by you.
And soon.
Very soon.
Because, you know...
neither one of us
is getting any younger.
And I want to
give you a child.
But do you suppose we could just hang
in there until after the Spanish omelet?
Mmmmm.
Ooh. It's getting on.
Mr. Colby's going to be wondering.
Oh, well.
Well, back to the office.
Whatever 'appened, luv,
to the twohour lunch?
No offense, Michael.
I mean, I'd love
the next dance, love.
I mean, you are Baryshnikov
with just the right dash of Nureyev...
and we will pasdedeux it
again, love soon.
But as for lunch at the dungeon, I'm lucky
if I can squeeze out an hour and a bit.
Mmm.
Take a letter.
Michael wants to
talk to your boss about this.
Cecil Colby?
Mmm.
Half the time his cook slips
a sandwich into his attache case.
Peanut butter.
Do you believe it?
I've hopped out for a ham
and swiss for Carrington.
Maybe that...
as they say...
is how the rich
get richer.
Oh. That's the bloody truth.
Cheap lunches,
$35 Christmas presents.
I priced mine.
That's about
12 bleeding pounds.
Oh, yes. They do have their ways,
these giants like Colby and Carrington.
Washing the caviar grains
from each other's hands...
bailing one another out.
You were saying?
Mmm.
How I'd better split.
About bailing
each other out.
Colby.
Carrington.
Well, it's no big deal.
It happens all the time,
one fashion or another.
Well, what happened here?
Mmm.
It's confidential.
Mmm.
That's the best kind.
Are you with the S.E.C.?
No.
That tabloid. Who did what to whom
and breathlessly continued on page eight.
Hmm?
I... am with you, Jennifer.
And I like you.
I like your face.
Ooh.
I like your body.
I like the way you talk.
And not in that
particular order.
Michael...
is this between us?
I mean, strictly?
On my mother's grave.
Coo! Did the poor soul
die this week?
You telephoned her in Los Angeles
from my office Wednesday.
Freebies.
That, uh
Hmm?
Was my stepmother.
Ah.
My mom...
died at childbirth.
Oh.
So...
what happened?
Well...
enter one day
Ms. Fallon Carrington...
now Mrs. Fallon Colby...
wife of the young
MasterJeffrey.
Are you with me so far?
All the way.
Come on in, Chris.
It's Mom. She made
some cookies for us.
We're supposed to pig out on them.
Oh, where is she?
She went to visit
a friend.
Dig chocolate milk?
Mmhmm.
She's sure pretty.
I'll tell her she's got an admirer.
Have a cookie.
Great.
What scenes do you
want to rehearse?
Well, I kind of think we should
go through all of them. Okay.
Matthew's fine.
I think we're beginning to
make it work between the two of us.
It's slow, but, um...
I think we're getting there.
Anything else you want to tell me
about him and you?
You can say it.
I'm not asking for pictures.
Sex.
That wasn't so hard.
It's getting better.
And it's happening
more often.
But that's not what
you wanted to talk about.
Look, that light's really bothering my eyes.
Could you do something?
Thank you.
I've begun to worry about myself
in the past few days.
Why?
It goes back.
Go back.
I don't want to,
Dr.Jordan.
Suits me.
As long as the meter's running.
I'm just in this for the money.
Liar.
We talked about it before.
How I used to think when I was
in the hospital that Matthew was...
probably with other women.
And how I used to lie
in my room and, um...
sometimes at night I'd think about it,
and I'd be
Angry?
Very.
But in my heart,
I always knew that it was, um...
just a need.
Matthew's need.
So I became less sad,
and, um...
more and more, they became
these women
my husband's
faceless needs.
They were faceless to me.
Then one night last week, I had a
terrible feeling I was meeting one of them.
Where?
The butcher's?
The baker's?
Outside of
Lucy Sorella's brothel?
I'm sorry. I didn't realize
this was supposed to be funny.
What's not funny is when
you won't let it out.
You've got something
to talk about. Talk.
It was at a dinner party.
She was the hostess.
Recently married
to a man Matthew used to
work for.
Very beautiful.
Beautiful eyes.
Except when they looked at mine,
they looked away.
"They call me Katharine
that do talk of me.''
You lie, in faith,
for you are plain Kate...
and bonny Kate...
and bonny Kate,
the prettiest Kate in Christendom.
And therefore, Kate,
take this of me...
Kate of my constellation.
That's consolation.
Is it?
Oh, yeah.
Who cares?
We have been at it pretty long.
Would you like to listen to some records?
Supertramp?
Boring.
Supertramp?
This afternoon at least.
I think it's time
for some more cookies.
Chris, what are you doing?
I like you.
You like me, right?
No. Please, Chris.
Chris! I said no.
Lindsay, it's okay.
I said no!
Get out.Just leave.
Get out of here.
Leave.
Boy, you're as crazy
as your mother.
Get out!
Ooh, that was nice,
Carrington.
You want to do that again?
Come on. Why don't you leave him alone?
Oh, I don't wanna hurt him.
I just want to see if he could
fly off of the top of that rig.
Steven.
Walter and I, uh
We like the work
you've been doing.
Thanks.
Guess I should've mentioned it.
Been so damn busy
and things going on around here.
Yeah, I know.
Listen, if, uh if you don't have
any other plans, uh
Well, uh...
we'd like to have you out
to the house tonight for dinner.
What is this, Blaisdel?
Be kind to a faggot week?
Forget it.
Matthew.
I'm sorry.
I'll be there. And thanks.
Tell your wife that I
I look forward to seeing her again.
We had a very nice talk
last time.
Yeah. She told me about it.
The hospital.
How you understood.
And I appreciate that.
Well, it was a pretty good evening
all the way around.
You know, I was especially proud
of Krystle the way she handled things.
Her first big
Carrington social event.
Yeah. She did fine.
Well, we eat around 6:30.
Lindsay.
Lindsay.
It's Claudia. She sounds a little upset,
and I thought you'd better talk to her.
Claudia?
Matthew.
I don't know what's happening.
Lindsay's gone, and so is the car.
Well, just take it easy.
Uh, I'm on my way home
right now.
I'm leaving right now.
It's Lindsay.
She's gone.
Mr. Carrington,
I don't mean to bother you.
That's quite all right.
What is it?
It's about Fallon.
What about Fallon? There hasn't been
an accident? She's all right?
No, sir. No accident.
Well, then, what is it?
What did you want to talk to me about?
Sir, I
I know how important
Fallon is to you.
Yes, yes.
Well, I I don't know
how to say this.
You don't know
how to say what, Michael?
It's about Cecil Colby.
He's been using his money
to keep you going.
And?
There was a deal made.
A deal? What kind of a deal?
What are you talking about?
Maybe I've said enough.
No, now wait a minute.
What deal?
Fallon agreed to marry
Cecil Colby's nephew Jeff.
In exchange, Colby would
bail you out financially.
You're lying.
Yes, sir.
If that's what
you want to believe.
And how did you
find out about this?
I can't say,
Mr. Carrington...
but I thought
you should know.
She's right here, Claudia.
Yeah. She's all right.
She's all right.
How else is she gonna be
when she's with her Uncle Walter?
All right.
Mom and Dad are
on their way over here.
Now, you know what
I would do if I were them?
The minute I saw you, I'd
Well, I'd grab and hug you
and kiss you.
And then I'd give you
one he
I'd give you
one good thrashin'.
You're too young to drive.
You're only 14, going on eight.
You taught me.
Well, maybe that was
my mistake.
Then there was that bull
about your...
"Can I inherit
what my mom had?''
No. You got hemophilia?
No. I've seen you
cut and scrape yourself a hundred times.
Now you can inherit
hemophilia...
but you can't inherit
a nervous breakdown.
That's what your mother had. And I say
"had'' because she's recovering now.
I just think you ought to...
talk these things
over with your mom.
Oh...
I can't talk to her.
She wouldn't understand.
Try her.
Now I gotta go
try to find some oil.
Are you all right? Huh?
Lindsay.
What happened? Something must have happened
to make you do something like this.
I don't want to
talk about it.
Hey, Lindsay.
Did you know that you worried me
and your mother half to death?
Did you know that?
Now, you want to talk about it now,
or you want to talk about it later?
Later, please.
Okay.
All right.
You go home and get yourself some
hot milk, okay?
All right. It's all right.
It's okay. Go ahead.
Christopher?
At the house?
Yeah.
He try to
do things with you?
How did you know that?
I'm a mother. All mothers are geniuses,
among other things, right?
Anything else?
He said something,
didn't he? About me?
Something like...
"You're all mixedup,
kind of crazy like your mother''?
Maybe something
even heavier, huh? Lindsay?
Yes.
And I hate him for it.
You hate me too a little, don't you,
for making it happen, huh?
No. I hate him.
He's the stupidest kid
I ever met.
He's a young man, Lindsay.
He's not a kid.
You're a young woman.
There are men
who respect women.
There are men who don't.
There are... men who...
try and hurt you if
if you reject them.
Others will understand.
Someday, you're gonna find
that special somebody.
And when you do...
you'll see that it can be
very beautiful when it happens.
Was that the way it was
with you and Daddy?
Yes.
It was.
My birthday's in June too.
The seventh.
We're both Geminis.
Yeah.
How about that?
Well, you two don't
look like twins to me.
Daddy, that was awful.
Okay.
Here it is. Meat loaf a la "I didn't know
we were having company until too late.''
Well, it looks good, honey.
Steven.
Mmm. Looks great.
Thanks.
She puts in special herbs.
Does your wife
ever make meat loaf for you?
Uh, I'm not married.
Oh, you're not.
I just thought that she was
out of town or something.
Are you engaged?
Lindsay, that's, uh That's not a
very nice question to ask somebody...
and it's not very proper.
Why not?
Nope. I'm not engaged either.
Bicycling in Central
Park on Sunday afternoon.
Riding the Staten Island Ferry
at twilight...
with that incredible skyline
made to orderjust for you.
And the plays Oh.
The theater.
You have your choice of
at least 70 plays five nights a week...
including two matinees.
Broadway,
off Broadway...
off off.
That's where I'm going first off.
New York.
Well, what happened
to, uh, New Orleans?
Mardi Gras can wait.
I've got this thing
about parades. Dumb.
I figure if I can save up
half my allowance for...
three years, I'll be able to just
get on a plane and take off.
Well, the way
I compute it is that, uh...
you'll probably get as far as
somewhere over Kansas.
My father straight "A'' student,
geologist and engineer.
But he's right.
I am rotten in math.
Well, speaking of math...
what do you say we head upstairs
and jump on that exam you've got coming up?
Yeah. I need
all the help I can get.
Good night, Mom.
Study hard.
It was really nice meeting you, Steven.
Hope you drop by again soon.
I will.
Steven.
I'll see you later.
Okay.
Would you like
some more coffee?
Uh, okay.
I'll make some.
I want to know why you did it.
I want to know who told you.
Which one of your spies?
That's irrelevant.
Irrelevant?
Nothing's irrelevant in this house.
It never has been.
Where are you going?
Well, I think the two of you
should be alone.
No. You stay. You wanted to be
a part of this family. Now be a part of it.
All right. Now you've married Jeff.
Do you at least love the boy?
Why did you do it?
What made you think I needed your pity,
your concern?
Have I ever
needed it before?
Answer that. I'll answer it
for you. It's no.
And you were
going to help me...
by agreeing to some unholy pact
with Cecil Colby.
What makes you think that I couldn't have
done that myself if I wanted to?
What makes you think that
I haven't been able to...
claw my own way up
from setbacks before?
I've gone to congressmen
and kings...
and dictators and mob bosses
when I needed help, and I got it.
And you were safely
tucked off at schools and...
on jets and in
$200anight hotels...
in Rio and Europe
and the Caribbean...
with your beachboys
and soccer studs...
and you name 'em,
you found them.
And I was here, without you,
handling the problems
clawing my way
if I had to.
And I did it without
your damned help.
All right. Tell me.
Just tell me this.
What are you going to do a year from now
when I pull myself out of this and I will
What are you going to do
if I find myself in trouble again?
Are you gonna sell yourself
all over again?
Blake, don't. She loves you.
She's only trying to
Stay the hell out of this.
It's between my father and me.
You apologize
to my wife.
I will not.
Apologize to her.
All right. Don't shut up, Krystle.
Nobody shut up!
All right.
I sold myself.
But let me tell you this.
I'm ready to let the brass ring go.
I have since the first night
I put it on.
No. You keep that on,
and you stay married to that young man.
You make that thing work.
Thing?
That's exactly what it is too.
A thing.
Okay. You don't like it.
Neither do I.
So now that that's
out in the open...
why don't we just let
the whole thing go and forget it?
You're panting for some
respectability around here.
Force it on Steven.
Let him get married.
Make another one
of your kind of deals.
You keep that ring on,
and you make that marriage work!
Chocolate chip cookies
always do that to you?
Uh, do what?
Make you smile.
No, I was just
thinking about Lindsay.
Her free spirit.
Her openness.
You know, it seems to leave
so many kids when they reach
I don't know 15 or 16.
I hope she hangs onto it
that it never leaves her.
Never left you.
I'm not open.
Oh, yes, you are.
I think you are.
About important things.
Like who you are...
what you feel.
Matthew told you about me.
Someone did.
You know, sometimes
Sometimes I wonder
what the hell am I doing?
I mean, what am I doing
there on that job?
Why don't you
leave it, Steven?
Why don't you quit?
I don't know.
Oh.
But if I didn't know you
as well as I feel I know you, I'd...
think the boss's wife
was telling me to pack it in.
I am.
I wouldn't think
any less of you.
Well, I wouldn't want to miss
another exquisite meat loaf dinner.
You're always welcome here.
You You mean you'd
you'd really want me?
Yes.
Of course.
I'd bring you
flowers next time...
and and make thee
beds of roses.
That's That's from a poem.
Uh, it's Marlowe, I think.
"A Shepherd Sings
to His Love.''
God. You know,
I have acquired this crazy habit...
of quoting to you.
I haven't sweat this much
in years.
Oh.
Sorry about that, darling.
That's okay. Next time I'll show you.
I'll make you grovel in defeat.
Have fun?
Yeah. Lots.
How about a little lemonade?
Yeah!
Love some.
Okay. You want to
tell him, or should I?
I'll tell him.
Daddy, Jeff and I are gonna live here
for a while. If it's all right, Blake.
Well, of course it is.
What father of what indigent daughter
and soninlaw...
wouldn't allow them
to come in out of the snow?
What do you think, darling?
This is a democracy, you know.
Of course.
Then it's unanimous.
Jeff has to be off playing
traveling man some of the time.
I've loved this shack
ever since I can remember.
Well, just sign the lease.
Right here.
Appreciate it, Blake.
Just for a while. Krystle, thanks.
Fallon, you know we'd love you
to stay with us.
I've gotta get going. I gotta meet
Ed and fix that damn winch again.
I ran into his wife yesterday
at the market.
You did?
Mmhmm.
She told me about that fight that you had
with him over Steven Carrington.
Didn't I mention that?
No.
She told me something else
you didn't mention.
What?
Steven Carrington's gay.
She say that?
No. Fruit.
I think she said
he's... a fruit.
Well, that sounds
like Nell and Ed.
That sort of talk
disgusts me.
People have a right
to be what they want to be.
Honey...
I tried to
explain that to him.
You sure it's okay
if I bring him over this afternoon?
Sure I'm sure. What's his name?
Christopher.
Is he a hunk?
Oh, yeah. Well, he's sort of cute.
You gonna take the car out?
You gotta keep trying, gotta keep doing it.
I don't know. I, um
I might take the bus.
You know, energy crisis,
all that.
Go make oil.
As much as I can.
See you tonight?
Maybe take in a movie after dinner?
Oh, I hate plans, Jeff.
I also hate Daddy's projection room.
Well, what I had
in mind is we could, uh...
take a drive into town,
go to a theater and...
maybe neck in the balcony.
Well, why didn't you say so?
We'll see, okay?
Michael.
Thanks.
What's
the money for?
The work you did
to my car.
Took me
20 minutes.
Well, you didn't
have to do it at all.
I know. But the Carringtons give me
just about everything I need.
Get out.
Want to walk?
No.
I do.
So, how is he
your groom?
Ravishingly handsome,
in case you haven't noticed.
That's with the lights on.
He's very gentle.
Just the way you like it
about once every two months.
You know what
I'd like to do?
Kick you
where it really hurts.
Hey. Come on.
I think I'm entitled
to a few minutes with you.
Entitled?
You're entitled to that dumb uniform...
and whatever my father
pays you to drive.
Well, I used to be entitled
That's right.
You said it. Past tense.
You tell that to those football jocks
your father pays too?
What'd you do? Take out an ad in the
locker room rag sheet? No more "entitled''?
You want trouble, friend,
you're sure as hell gonna get it.
What I want is you, Fallon.
You missed me?
You'd be surprised how much.
Spare me.
When I was a little kid,
we were pretty poor.
And when my mother used to ask me,
"How much do you love me?''
I'd say, "A million dollars.''
When she had to go to
my grandmother's back east...
and she'd come home, and she'd ask,
"How much did you miss me?''
I'd say, "A million dollars.''
That's how much
I've missed you.
I am married.
So is half the world.
I don't intend
to cheat on him.
Yet.
Why'd you marry him?
That's my business.
He's a jerk,
and you know it.
Offering me bucks
a tip.
That's the world he comes from.
The world I come from.
We're generous to servants.
Well, your father seems to have
different ideas about me.
I got a raise.
He says I'll be out of
this dumb uniform in a while.
Why did you marry him, Fallon?
Honest answer.
Well, for one thing,
I want to own
run ColbyCo Oil.
Honest enough for you?
Then you swiped the orchid
out of the wrong hothouse.
Cecil Colby.
You sure had a chance
to make it with him.
You think you know
a lot, don't you?
Are you gonna take me back to town,
or do I drive that hearse myself?
My pleasure.
I just found a note from
an obviously beautiful woman on my bed.
Hmm. The woman or the note?
Sad to say the note.
Pretty sexy stuff too.
Said "Meet me in the kitchen. Urgent.''
Oh. Well...
here we are.
I don't understand.
Where is everybody? Where's the staff?
Sent them packing.
Gave them the day off.
Do you mean
that we're alone?
Well, I am the mistress
of the house.
That's what the man said.
Didn't he?
Mmhmm.
So, how would he like
his Spanish omelet?
Very Spanish.
Hmm. Lots and lots
of hot stuff?
Oh, yes.
Lots and lots of hot stuff.
Mrs. Carrington,
I love you.
And I love you.
Especially
Especially what?
On a day like today.
When those lines up there
don't look quite so tight.
When you can yell out
to the rest of the world...
"Hey, I'm taking the day off,
and I'm gonna be with my wife.''
I feel so relaxed
when I'm with you.
Oh, and I'm happy
just to see you that way.
Like I'm happy
I've got everything I've ever dreamed of.
Ah. Back to work.
And then,
I'd like to talk.
About what?
Well, about us.
I love being with you,
and I want to be with you more
be more involved
in your life...
in your work.
I used to be a pretty good secretary.
I helped whenever I could.
I'd like to help again.
Guess I've talked. End of speech.
I think that might
be arranged.
You know, there's something
that I want from you too.
Just as seriously.
I want a child by you.
And soon.
Very soon.
Because, you know...
neither one of us
is getting any younger.
And I want to
give you a child.
But do you suppose we could just hang
in there until after the Spanish omelet?
Mmmmm.
Ooh. It's getting on.
Mr. Colby's going to be wondering.
Oh, well.
Well, back to the office.
Whatever 'appened, luv,
to the twohour lunch?
No offense, Michael.
I mean, I'd love
the next dance, love.
I mean, you are Baryshnikov
with just the right dash of Nureyev...
and we will pasdedeux it
again, love soon.
But as for lunch at the dungeon, I'm lucky
if I can squeeze out an hour and a bit.
Mmm.
Take a letter.
Michael wants to
talk to your boss about this.
Cecil Colby?
Mmm.
Half the time his cook slips
a sandwich into his attache case.
Peanut butter.
Do you believe it?
I've hopped out for a ham
and swiss for Carrington.
Maybe that...
as they say...
is how the rich
get richer.
Oh. That's the bloody truth.
Cheap lunches,
$35 Christmas presents.
I priced mine.
That's about
12 bleeding pounds.
Oh, yes. They do have their ways,
these giants like Colby and Carrington.
Washing the caviar grains
from each other's hands...
bailing one another out.
You were saying?
Mmm.
How I'd better split.
About bailing
each other out.
Colby.
Carrington.
Well, it's no big deal.
It happens all the time,
one fashion or another.
Well, what happened here?
Mmm.
It's confidential.
Mmm.
That's the best kind.
Are you with the S.E.C.?
No.
That tabloid. Who did what to whom
and breathlessly continued on page eight.
Hmm?
I... am with you, Jennifer.
And I like you.
I like your face.
Ooh.
I like your body.
I like the way you talk.
And not in that
particular order.
Michael...
is this between us?
I mean, strictly?
On my mother's grave.
Coo! Did the poor soul
die this week?
You telephoned her in Los Angeles
from my office Wednesday.
Freebies.
That, uh
Hmm?
Was my stepmother.
Ah.
My mom...
died at childbirth.
Oh.
So...
what happened?
Well...
enter one day
Ms. Fallon Carrington...
now Mrs. Fallon Colby...
wife of the young
MasterJeffrey.
Are you with me so far?
All the way.
Come on in, Chris.
It's Mom. She made
some cookies for us.
We're supposed to pig out on them.
Oh, where is she?
She went to visit
a friend.
Dig chocolate milk?
Mmhmm.
She's sure pretty.
I'll tell her she's got an admirer.
Have a cookie.
Great.
What scenes do you
want to rehearse?
Well, I kind of think we should
go through all of them. Okay.
Matthew's fine.
I think we're beginning to
make it work between the two of us.
It's slow, but, um...
I think we're getting there.
Anything else you want to tell me
about him and you?
You can say it.
I'm not asking for pictures.
Sex.
That wasn't so hard.
It's getting better.
And it's happening
more often.
But that's not what
you wanted to talk about.
Look, that light's really bothering my eyes.
Could you do something?
Thank you.
I've begun to worry about myself
in the past few days.
Why?
It goes back.
Go back.
I don't want to,
Dr.Jordan.
Suits me.
As long as the meter's running.
I'm just in this for the money.
Liar.
We talked about it before.
How I used to think when I was
in the hospital that Matthew was...
probably with other women.
And how I used to lie
in my room and, um...
sometimes at night I'd think about it,
and I'd be
Angry?
Very.
But in my heart,
I always knew that it was, um...
just a need.
Matthew's need.
So I became less sad,
and, um...
more and more, they became
these women
my husband's
faceless needs.
They were faceless to me.
Then one night last week, I had a
terrible feeling I was meeting one of them.
Where?
The butcher's?
The baker's?
Outside of
Lucy Sorella's brothel?
I'm sorry. I didn't realize
this was supposed to be funny.
What's not funny is when
you won't let it out.
You've got something
to talk about. Talk.
It was at a dinner party.
She was the hostess.
Recently married
to a man Matthew used to
work for.
Very beautiful.
Beautiful eyes.
Except when they looked at mine,
they looked away.
"They call me Katharine
that do talk of me.''
You lie, in faith,
for you are plain Kate...
and bonny Kate...
and bonny Kate,
the prettiest Kate in Christendom.
And therefore, Kate,
take this of me...
Kate of my constellation.
That's consolation.
Is it?
Oh, yeah.
Who cares?
We have been at it pretty long.
Would you like to listen to some records?
Supertramp?
Boring.
Supertramp?
This afternoon at least.
I think it's time
for some more cookies.
Chris, what are you doing?
I like you.
You like me, right?
No. Please, Chris.
Chris! I said no.
Lindsay, it's okay.
I said no!
Get out.Just leave.
Get out of here.
Leave.
Boy, you're as crazy
as your mother.
Get out!
Ooh, that was nice,
Carrington.
You want to do that again?
Come on. Why don't you leave him alone?
Oh, I don't wanna hurt him.
I just want to see if he could
fly off of the top of that rig.
Steven.
Walter and I, uh
We like the work
you've been doing.
Thanks.
Guess I should've mentioned it.
Been so damn busy
and things going on around here.
Yeah, I know.
Listen, if, uh if you don't have
any other plans, uh
Well, uh...
we'd like to have you out
to the house tonight for dinner.
What is this, Blaisdel?
Be kind to a faggot week?
Forget it.
Matthew.
I'm sorry.
I'll be there. And thanks.
Tell your wife that I
I look forward to seeing her again.
We had a very nice talk
last time.
Yeah. She told me about it.
The hospital.
How you understood.
And I appreciate that.
Well, it was a pretty good evening
all the way around.
You know, I was especially proud
of Krystle the way she handled things.
Her first big
Carrington social event.
Yeah. She did fine.
Well, we eat around 6:30.
Lindsay.
Lindsay.
It's Claudia. She sounds a little upset,
and I thought you'd better talk to her.
Claudia?
Matthew.
I don't know what's happening.
Lindsay's gone, and so is the car.
Well, just take it easy.
Uh, I'm on my way home
right now.
I'm leaving right now.
It's Lindsay.
She's gone.
Mr. Carrington,
I don't mean to bother you.
That's quite all right.
What is it?
It's about Fallon.
What about Fallon? There hasn't been
an accident? She's all right?
No, sir. No accident.
Well, then, what is it?
What did you want to talk to me about?
Sir, I
I know how important
Fallon is to you.
Yes, yes.
Well, I I don't know
how to say this.
You don't know
how to say what, Michael?
It's about Cecil Colby.
He's been using his money
to keep you going.
And?
There was a deal made.
A deal? What kind of a deal?
What are you talking about?
Maybe I've said enough.
No, now wait a minute.
What deal?
Fallon agreed to marry
Cecil Colby's nephew Jeff.
In exchange, Colby would
bail you out financially.
You're lying.
Yes, sir.
If that's what
you want to believe.
And how did you
find out about this?
I can't say,
Mr. Carrington...
but I thought
you should know.
She's right here, Claudia.
Yeah. She's all right.
She's all right.
How else is she gonna be
when she's with her Uncle Walter?
All right.
Mom and Dad are
on their way over here.
Now, you know what
I would do if I were them?
The minute I saw you, I'd
Well, I'd grab and hug you
and kiss you.
And then I'd give you
one he
I'd give you
one good thrashin'.
You're too young to drive.
You're only 14, going on eight.
You taught me.
Well, maybe that was
my mistake.
Then there was that bull
about your...
"Can I inherit
what my mom had?''
No. You got hemophilia?
No. I've seen you
cut and scrape yourself a hundred times.
Now you can inherit
hemophilia...
but you can't inherit
a nervous breakdown.
That's what your mother had. And I say
"had'' because she's recovering now.
I just think you ought to...
talk these things
over with your mom.
Oh...
I can't talk to her.
She wouldn't understand.
Try her.
Now I gotta go
try to find some oil.
Are you all right? Huh?
Lindsay.
What happened? Something must have happened
to make you do something like this.
I don't want to
talk about it.
Hey, Lindsay.
Did you know that you worried me
and your mother half to death?
Did you know that?
Now, you want to talk about it now,
or you want to talk about it later?
Later, please.
Okay.
All right.
You go home and get yourself some
hot milk, okay?
All right. It's all right.
It's okay. Go ahead.
Christopher?
At the house?
Yeah.
He try to
do things with you?
How did you know that?
I'm a mother. All mothers are geniuses,
among other things, right?
Anything else?
He said something,
didn't he? About me?
Something like...
"You're all mixedup,
kind of crazy like your mother''?
Maybe something
even heavier, huh? Lindsay?
Yes.
And I hate him for it.
You hate me too a little, don't you,
for making it happen, huh?
No. I hate him.
He's the stupidest kid
I ever met.
He's a young man, Lindsay.
He's not a kid.
You're a young woman.
There are men
who respect women.
There are men who don't.
There are... men who...
try and hurt you if
if you reject them.
Others will understand.
Someday, you're gonna find
that special somebody.
And when you do...
you'll see that it can be
very beautiful when it happens.
Was that the way it was
with you and Daddy?
Yes.
It was.
My birthday's in June too.
The seventh.
We're both Geminis.
Yeah.
How about that?
Well, you two don't
look like twins to me.
Daddy, that was awful.
Okay.
Here it is. Meat loaf a la "I didn't know
we were having company until too late.''
Well, it looks good, honey.
Steven.
Mmm. Looks great.
Thanks.
She puts in special herbs.
Does your wife
ever make meat loaf for you?
Uh, I'm not married.
Oh, you're not.
I just thought that she was
out of town or something.
Are you engaged?
Lindsay, that's, uh That's not a
very nice question to ask somebody...
and it's not very proper.
Why not?
Nope. I'm not engaged either.
Bicycling in Central
Park on Sunday afternoon.
Riding the Staten Island Ferry
at twilight...
with that incredible skyline
made to orderjust for you.
And the plays Oh.
The theater.
You have your choice of
at least 70 plays five nights a week...
including two matinees.
Broadway,
off Broadway...
off off.
That's where I'm going first off.
New York.
Well, what happened
to, uh, New Orleans?
Mardi Gras can wait.
I've got this thing
about parades. Dumb.
I figure if I can save up
half my allowance for...
three years, I'll be able to just
get on a plane and take off.
Well, the way
I compute it is that, uh...
you'll probably get as far as
somewhere over Kansas.
My father straight "A'' student,
geologist and engineer.
But he's right.
I am rotten in math.
Well, speaking of math...
what do you say we head upstairs
and jump on that exam you've got coming up?
Yeah. I need
all the help I can get.
Good night, Mom.
Study hard.
It was really nice meeting you, Steven.
Hope you drop by again soon.
I will.
Steven.
I'll see you later.
Okay.
Would you like
some more coffee?
Uh, okay.
I'll make some.
I want to know why you did it.
I want to know who told you.
Which one of your spies?
That's irrelevant.
Irrelevant?
Nothing's irrelevant in this house.
It never has been.
Where are you going?
Well, I think the two of you
should be alone.
No. You stay. You wanted to be
a part of this family. Now be a part of it.
All right. Now you've married Jeff.
Do you at least love the boy?
Why did you do it?
What made you think I needed your pity,
your concern?
Have I ever
needed it before?
Answer that. I'll answer it
for you. It's no.
And you were
going to help me...
by agreeing to some unholy pact
with Cecil Colby.
What makes you think that I couldn't have
done that myself if I wanted to?
What makes you think that
I haven't been able to...
claw my own way up
from setbacks before?
I've gone to congressmen
and kings...
and dictators and mob bosses
when I needed help, and I got it.
And you were safely
tucked off at schools and...
on jets and in
$200anight hotels...
in Rio and Europe
and the Caribbean...
with your beachboys
and soccer studs...
and you name 'em,
you found them.
And I was here, without you,
handling the problems
clawing my way
if I had to.
And I did it without
your damned help.
All right. Tell me.
Just tell me this.
What are you going to do a year from now
when I pull myself out of this and I will
What are you going to do
if I find myself in trouble again?
Are you gonna sell yourself
all over again?
Blake, don't. She loves you.
She's only trying to
Stay the hell out of this.
It's between my father and me.
You apologize
to my wife.
I will not.
Apologize to her.
All right. Don't shut up, Krystle.
Nobody shut up!
All right.
I sold myself.
But let me tell you this.
I'm ready to let the brass ring go.
I have since the first night
I put it on.
No. You keep that on,
and you stay married to that young man.
You make that thing work.
Thing?
That's exactly what it is too.
A thing.
Okay. You don't like it.
Neither do I.
So now that that's
out in the open...
why don't we just let
the whole thing go and forget it?
You're panting for some
respectability around here.
Force it on Steven.
Let him get married.
Make another one
of your kind of deals.
You keep that ring on,
and you make that marriage work!
Chocolate chip cookies
always do that to you?
Uh, do what?
Make you smile.
No, I was just
thinking about Lindsay.
Her free spirit.
Her openness.
You know, it seems to leave
so many kids when they reach
I don't know 15 or 16.
I hope she hangs onto it
that it never leaves her.
Never left you.
I'm not open.
Oh, yes, you are.
I think you are.
About important things.
Like who you are...
what you feel.
Matthew told you about me.
Someone did.
You know, sometimes
Sometimes I wonder
what the hell am I doing?
I mean, what am I doing
there on that job?
Why don't you
leave it, Steven?
Why don't you quit?
I don't know.
Oh.
But if I didn't know you
as well as I feel I know you, I'd...
think the boss's wife
was telling me to pack it in.
I am.
I wouldn't think
any less of you.
Well, I wouldn't want to miss
another exquisite meat loaf dinner.
You're always welcome here.
You You mean you'd
you'd really want me?
Yes.
Of course.
I'd bring you
flowers next time...
and and make thee
beds of roses.
That's That's from a poem.
Uh, it's Marlowe, I think.
"A Shepherd Sings
to His Love.''
God. You know,
I have acquired this crazy habit...
of quoting to you.