Dynasty: The Reunion (1991): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
Joseph: Mr. Carrington,
Michael has brought the car
around.
Blake: Thank you, Joseph.
Blake: Oh, Michael...
We'll be stopping at
miss Jennings' apartment
on the way.
Michael: Yes, sir.
Excuse me, Mr. Carrington, but,
uh, that doesn't seem the kind
of party you'd be invited to.
Blake: I wasn't.
Krystle: Hey, it's terrific.
Thank you.
What is it?
It's a Baton for leading the
orchestra.
No, it's not.
It's a whip for beating her new
servants.
Doris: It happens to be a
riding crop.
Krystle: Well, great.
Doris: He does have horses,
doesn't he?
Krystle: Yes, several.
I've never been on any of them,
though.
I don't think horses like me.
Yeah.
That's what the riding crop's
for.
Charlotte: This looks like
another cookbook.
Krystle: Another cookbook.
Oh, another cookbook.
Krystle: It looks like
Marion's handwriting.
Yeah.
Krystle: Thank you, Marion.
What is it?
Pretty paper.
Doris: What is it?
I can't see.
What is it?
What is it?
Oh, no.
Krystle: That's very sweet,
Marion.
Thank you.
Doris: I think it's kind of
raunchy myself.
Krystle: That's all right,
Doris.
You know, I have been married
before.
Doris: Even so, I mean, don't
you suppose people managed
before they wrote an instruction
manual?
Charlotte: Maybe you ought to
read it first, Doris.
Then you can go out and get your
learner's permit.
Doris: I certainly wouldn't
want to shock you, Charlotte,
but I know plenty.
Charlotte: I'll get it.
Krystle: These are the
greatest gifts.
Aren't they nice?
Krystle: Actually, I think
this is the best.
Really? Which one?
Krystle: Hello, Michael.
Michael: Miss Jennings,
Mr. Carrington would like you to
have this with his compliments.
Krystle: Where is he?
Why didn't he come up?
Michael: He's waiting for me
downstairs.
He thought it would be safer
down there.
Hi.
Would you like some punch?
A cookie?
Michael: No, thank you, miss.
I've got to run.
Oh, he's gorgeous!
Hey, krystle, do you want to
trade?
I'll give you Marvin, the kids,
and a 6-months diaper service.
What do you say?
Oh, I'd take him even if he
didn't have $200 million.
Really.
And the biggest house in
Colorado and his own football
team.
Margaret: Well, I think he's
lucky to be getting krystle.
Charlotte: Let me look.
The closest I ever got to him
was when he drove through our
picket line during the refinery
strike.
He's gorgeous.
He is so gorgeous.
I'll take him.
Oh, krystle.
Krystle: Margaret, what is
it?
What's wrong?
Margaret: I'm gonna miss you,
krystle.
We're all gonna miss you.
Krystle: What are you talking
about?
We're friends.
We'll always be friends.
We're still gonna see each
other.
Well, come on, you guys.
I'm not going to the foreign
legion.
I'm getting married.
Well, to begin with, you'll come
to the wedding.
And then after that, you'll come
up to the house every weekend.
What the heck good are 48 rooms
if you can't have your friends
over?
I won't change.
I swear it.
Charlotte: Well, let's see
what the boss got her for a
shower gift.
It's probably a gold-plated
time card.
Maybe he docks her for
getting engaged on company time.
Krystle, my goodness!
What rocks!
Oh, put them on.
They're really gorgeous.
Charlotte: Put them on.
I never thought he would have
come up with something like
that.
Doris: You can be sure the
other one wouldn't have given
her diamonds...
Matthew blaisdel.
Charlotte: Doris!
Doris, sometimes you have the
tact of a rhinoceros.
Doris: Well, I'm very sorry,
but I happen to think it was a
good thing he was sent to the
middle east.
Let it go, Matthew.
Look out! It's gonna blow!
Come on, Matthew.
No reason to make any more of a
fight.
It's over.
Aahh!
What the hell are they going
to do, blow us up?
Matthew: That's enough!
Stop him!
He's gonna blow that thing!
Move!
Onto the airplane!
Airplane!
Blake: Where the hell is the
state department in all this?
Where are our friends in
Washington?
Where are the damn marines?
Sorry, Andy.
I know you've done everything
you could.
All our people get out?
Andrew: Yes.
Blake: Blaisdel, too?
Andrew: He was on the last
company plane out.
Already headed back to the
states.
He'll transfer at Kennedy and
arrive at stapleton
international tomorrow morning
at 10:00 A.M.
Blake: Hmm.
Have his plane shot down over
Kansas.
Andrew: Forgive my stupidity,
Blake, but, uh, is that some
kind of a joke?
Blake: Yeah, it's a joke...
I guess.
Except...
One thing I don't need right now
is Matthew blaisdel back in
Denver.
Would you please just return
to your seat?
Steven: Look,
I-I...
Mr. Carrington, would you
please take your seat?
Steven: Hold on.
I don't have to go anywhere that
I don't want to go.
I'm gonna have to call the
captain.
Steven: I don't care if you
call the captain.
Go ahead and call him.
Hell, I'll call him.
Captain! Captain!
Would you like for me to call
the generals, huh?
General! Gener...
Matthew!
Shh.
I know him.
I know him.
Matthew, come up here and have a
drink with me, okay?
I'm sorry, Mr. Carrington.
The lounge is reserved for
passengers traveling
first-class.
Would you please sit down?
Steven: You mean to tell me
that he ain't first-class?
Is that what you're trying to
tell me?
You ask my father if
Matthew blaisdel ain't
first-class.
Besides, he's my guest, okay?
If I want to have a drink with
my guest, then I'm having a
drink with my guest, all right?!
Matthew: Steven.
Steven: Hi, Matthew.
Matthew: Maybe I can help.
Come on.
Steven: Excuse me.
And then I got in the mail...
I mean, aren't I a part of the
family?
Don't I deserve something?
Would it have worn his finger to
just dial me direct area code
212 just to let me know...
Just to let me know that...
Where was I?
Matthew: You got in the
mail...
Steven: Oh, yeah.
A gold-embossed paper-linen
invitation to my father's
wedding, with a little card
inside that says,
"Mr. Steven carrington
will/will not attend."
That's that's my own father.
You're going to the wedding,
though, aren't you?
I mean, that's why you're on
this plane, right?
Matthew: No.
I just got kicked out of the
middle east after a year and a
half.
I'm on my way home to Denver.
I guess they must have left my
name off that guest list, too.
Steven:
Of course.
'Cause you used didn't you
used to, um...
Matthew: Used to what?
Steven: Matthew, you do know
who my father's marrying, don't
you?
Matthew: Well, I've been
living on a sand dune for a year
and a half.
We didn't get the society page.
Who's he marrying?
Steven: Another one of these!
Matthew: Steven...
I'm sorry, sir, but
regulations don't permit me to
serve a passenger who's already
had too much to drink.
Steven: I don't care about
your stupid regulations.
And I'll tell you when I've had
enough to drink!
You just fill that cup up,
mister, all right?!
Matthew: He's right.
Listen to me.
Why don't you and I take a
little walk downstairs?
Steven: Why don't you
butt out, okay?!
Why don't you just butt out?!
Just because you work for my
father doesn't give you the
right...
Matthew: It's okay.
Just just take him back
to his seat.
He's fine.
Ladies and gentlemen, at this
time, we'll begin our descent
into Denver's stapleton
international airport.
Steven: Matthew!
Matthew!
Matthew: How you feeling?
Steven: Dumb.
I guess I really made a fool of
myself up there.
Matthew: Well, I've been
known to do the same.
Steven: Well, I just wanted
to thank you for doing what you
did.
Matthew: Forget it.
Steven: That's my father's
car.
I'd be glad to drop you off
anyplace you're going.
Matthew: No, thanks.
Wouldn't want to take you out of
your way.
See ya, Steven.
Steven: Okay.
Here I am, Michael!
Look, these are for my baggage.
I'll wait in the car.
Michael: I'm sorry, sir.
The car's for Mr. Blaisdel.
Have you seen him?
Steven: What what do you
mean?
The car's not for me?
Michael: There he is.
Your father wants you to take a
cab and wait for him at the
house.
He'll see you when he gets home.
Mr. Blaisdel,
Mr. Carrington's waiting for
you.
Please have a seat.
Krystle: Darling, I can't
stay.
I've got to meet Mr. Afferton
back at the house to go over the
wedding arrangements.
But I'll see you at dinner.
Blake: Bye-bye, dear.
Krystle:
I didn't know you were back.
Nobody told me you were back.
Matthew: I'm back.
Blake: Well, welcome home,
Matthew.
Go on in, please.
I'll see you at dinner, darling.
I'm sorry to rush you in here,
Matthew, but I got to slip you
in ahead of my board of
directors.
Blake: Go ahead, Matthew.
Now, what's the bottom line?
Is there any chance of our
getting back in there, or at
least getting our equipment out?
Matthew: Without the marines?
I wouldn't put money on it.
Blake: You make a deal with
these people, you'd think they'd
keep their end of it.
The state department will want
to know exactly what happened
over there.
You may even have to go before a
congressional committee and the
press and everything.
Have you given any thought to
what you're going to tell them?
Matthew: I'm a geologist.
I make holes in the ground.
I'm not paid to set foreign
policy.
Blake: Take a shot.
Matthew:
Okay.
I'd say we damn well better
start digging for oil over here
a little faster and a little
deeper than we have been.
Blake: Good. Good.
You tell them that.
Yes?
They're ready for you in the
boardroom, sir.
Blake: Right.
Oh, tell Michael to drop
Mr. Blaisdel anyplace he wants
to go.
You might also tell that
committee that if they'd given
those folks the f-15s they asked
for, they might not have been so
quick to throw us out of there.
Uh, never mind.
I'll tell them that myself.
You seen your wife yet?
Matthew: No.
Your car brought me directly
here.
Your driver said you needed to
talk to me.
Blake: Oh, yes. That's right.
I understand that you and my
fiancée, miss Jennings, knew
each other before you left the
country.
Matthew: We were friends.
Blake: Good friends?
Matthew: Friends.
Blake: Take a couple of days
off, Matthew.
Go visit your wife and then
check in at the production
office.
We'll figure out what we're
gonna do with you.
Joseph: Good afternoon,
miss Jennings.
Mr. Afferton is waiting for you
in the ballroom.
Krystle: Oh, thank you.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Afferton: I've been waiting
20 minutes.
Shall we start in the ballroom?
We'll fill this fireplace with
flowers stephanotis, pink
tea roses, and, of course, pink
rhododendrons.
At this end, we'll build an
altar of flowers.
Uh, you do like stephanotis,
miss Jennings?
Krystle: Uh, yes, yes, of
course.
Afferton: Unless there's
something else you'd prefer.
Krystle: No. No, that's fine.
Afferton: I agree.
That combination always brings a
certain understated elegance.
You will enter through that
door, come down a center aisle
here.
Now, which music will you
prefer?
Krystle: Well,
"the wedding march."
Afferton: "The wedding
march."
Which one?
The mendelssohn or the Wagner?
Krystle: Is one better than
the other?
Afferton: Neither is very...
Steven: I think what
miss Jennings actually had in
mind was something a little more
obscure.
Maybe something for woodwinds...
Say, bach's "siciliano" from his
"flute sonata in e-flat major."
You do know it, don't you,
Mr. Afferton?
Afferton: Yes.
Yes, I do.
Steven: How do you feel about
a woodwind ensemble, krystle?
Krystle: I think that would
be very nice.
Steven: What do you think,
four pieces, five?
We need a flute, a clarinet, an
oboe, a couple of English horns.
No, one English horn.
And out on the garden, a
wonderful, old harp.
Maybe some strings a violin,
viola.
Maybe we could start with
something like debussy's
"maid with flaxen hair."
Krystle: Yes, I like that.
Steven: Krystle, you look
tired.
I guess these last few days have
been kind of rough on you.
Krystle: Yeah. They have.
Steven: Look, why don't you
go lie down and rest?
I think I know what you'd like.
I'll finish with Mr. Afferton
for you, okay?
Krystle: Thanks.
Afferton: She does seem a bit
rattled, doesn't she?
Well, some of them just don't
seem to be able to handle it
very well, do they?
Steven: Handle what,
afferton?
Afferton: You know,
Mr. Carrington, the
transition dealing with
upper-class ways.
Steven: Well, you seem to
have handled it, haven't you?
Afferton: I beg your pardon?
Steven: Not mine,
Mr. Afferton.
Hers.
You beg miss Jennings' pardon.
And you try a stunt like that
again, and I'll see you never
work anything bigger than a cat
show.
Do you take my meaning?
Good.
Now, what's next?
Afferton: Serving
arrangements.
Andrew: And this one will
finalize it.
Blake: Yes?
Who is this?
Fallon: It's only me from
over the sea.
Blake: Fallon, is that you?
Where are you, at the airport?
I'll pick you up.
You're you're where?
Fallon: Daddy, don't you know
there's an energy crisis going
on?
What are you doing driving
around in that gas-guzzler?
Blake: What are you, anyway,
a spy for Ralph nader?
Fallon: No, but I've got a
machine here that runs on hay,
and it gets 300 miles to the
bale.
That is, if you remember how to
drive one.
Blake: And who was it that
taught you how to ride, or have
you forgotten?
Pull up, Michael.
Michael: Yes, sir.
Blake: I've got a little
something to do, Andrew.
See you up at the house.
Michael: It's good to have
you home, miss carrington.
Fallon: Is it? Do I know you?
Michael: Oh, yes, ma'am, I
believe you do.
Fallon: Ohh!
Ohh.
Blake: Are you okay?
Fallon: Yes, I'm okay.
But that damn horse isn't going
to be when I catch it.
Blake:
Fallon: Oh! Oh!
I can't...
Oh.
I know you, Blake carrington.
You paid that horse to dump me.
Blake: I didn't have to pay
him.
He works for me.
Fallon: Is there anybody in
Colorado who doesn't work for
you?
Blake: Oh, a few people, but
not for long.
Fallon:
Blake: Oh, honey, I'm so glad
that you're home.
Fallon: Are you serious?
You really think I'd miss your
wedding?
I even gave up soccer matches in
Athens to be here.
And that's not all I gave up.
There was this entirely gorgeous
goalie from...
Blake: Spare me the details.
I'm not a soccer fan.
Besides, there's something I
want to talk to you about.
Fallon: Give me your jacket.
Well, I'm certainly not riding
back to the house in wet
clothes.
Blake: Certainly not.
I'll, uh, go catch your horse.
Fallon: Thanks.
Fallon: So, then I said to
myself, "would daddy really
appreciate a soccer player for a
wedding present?"
So I left him there.
Besides, in his last game, he
had his fibula broken in 2
places.
Blake: Now, now, now.
Fallon will you wind down for a
minute, please?
When we go back to the house,
with your brother there and
krystle and all the confusion,
we may not get another chance to
talk.
Fallon: Okay.
Blake: Now, you know you're
just about the most important
thing in the world to me.
Fallon: "Just about"?
You mean I've slipped to second
place?
Blake: Are you going to give
me a chance, listen to what I
have to say?
Fallon: Yes, I'll listen.
Blake: I've asked Cecil Colby
to bring his nephew to the
wedding.
Fallon: It's your wedding...
Invite anybody you like.
Blake: His name is Jeff.
He's just about your age.
Fallon: Yes, I know him,
daddy.
We went to summer camp together
when we were 11.
Blake: Oh.
I told Cecil that you'd act as
sort of Jeff's escort for the
day.
Fallon: I see.
And have you already negotiated
a bride price?
What are you taking for me...
Cash or stock options?
Blake: You asked me what I
wanted for a wedding present.
The very best present you could
give me would be to see...
Fallon: To see me happily
married and settled down?
Blake: That's right.
Fallon: That is bull, daddy,
and you know it.
Colbyco oil makes
Denver-carrington look like a
corner filling station, and
that's eating your liver out.
You're not talking about a
marriage.
You're talking about a merger.
Blake: And if I am, what the
devil is wrong with that?
Am I supposed to be thrilled
because 70% of the voting stock
of Denver-carrington is going to
end up in the hands of some
Greek bandit?
Fallon: Well, what do you
want me for, anyhow?
You have a son.
That's a natural line of
succession.
Let Steven get married.
Let him provide the royal heir.
Give him the 70%.
Blake: I'm afraid Steven is
not going to work out.
Fallon: Well, why?
What's the matter with him...
Low sperm count?
Blake: Mind your own
business.
Fallon: Whoo, sensitive,
aren't we?
Okay, then what about you and
krystle?
She looks like good, solid
breeding stock to me.
Hey, I'm sorry if I haven't
shown the proper respect.
Well, what do you want me to do,
anoint her feet in holy oil?
Or would it be enough if I just
get down on my knees and kiss...
Blake: I'm not going to stand
here and beg you to accept this
lady.
You'll just have to take it on
faith that she is the most
important thing in my life right
now, and you and your brother
and everyone else around here
may have to get used to that.
Fallon: And you don't give a
flying damn that she'd rather be
in bed with somebody else.
Or do you?
Michael:
Hello.
Fallon: Michael, it's
miss carrington.
I think I remember you now.
Michael: Miss who?
Fallon: It's fallon.
Michael:
Michael: Come on in.
I'm not gonna bite you.
May I take your jacket?
Your taxi has arrived,
miss Jennings.
Krystle: Thank you.
Blake: Krystle.
Where are you going?
Krystle: I guess you thought
that was a pretty cute thing to
do.
I don't understand...
Blake: It hasn't been a
perfect day, my dear.
I've been run out of one
country on a ridgepole, my
daughter thinks she's a
born-again lady godiva,
so please forgive me now,
just what "thing" did you have
in mind?
Krystle: Setting it up for
Matthew blaisdel and me to run
into each other in your office.
Blake: Oh, that.
Krystle: What was it, Blake,
some sort of test?
Blake: Krystle...
I don't suppose you'd believe me
if I told you I didn't arrange
that.
It was just a coincidence.
Krystle: Was it also a
coincidence that you didn't
bother to tell me he was back
in town?
What did you suppose that I'd
go flying off with him?
Is that what you think of me?
Blake: Come inside.
We'll talk.
Krystle: No.
No, you talk too well, Blake.
You'd only convince me that I
imagined the whole thing, that
nothing's changed and
everything's exactly the way it
was.
Blake: Well? Isn't it?
When will I see you?
Krystle: I don't know.
I've got to get away somewhere
where I can think.
Blake: Well, at least you can
take your own car.
Now, this is a very impressive
gesture, but you don't have to
go by public transportation, you
know.
Krystle: It's not my car.
Look at the registration.
It belongs to Denver-carrington,
just like everything else around
here.
Andrew: Blake...
Our people in Amsterdam called.
Looks like your price on the
tankers will be accepted.
Blake: Well...
Maybe we've offered too much.
Withdraw the offer, drop it 10%,
and resubmit it in two days.
Andrew: All right.
Blake: Oh, Joseph, has Steven
arrived?
Joseph: Yes, he has.
Do you want to see him?
Blake: Yes.
No, I don't.
Joseph...
Joseph: Yes, sir?
Blake: I'm going to get this
family shaped up by the day I
get married.
Joseph: Yes, sir.
Irish whiskey, then?
Make it three one for each
headache.
Krystle: Hi.
Can we meet?
Matthew: Do you love him?
Krystle: Yes, I do.
At least I...
I thought I did.
After you left, I, uh...
I told myself you were dead.
Some days, I wished you were.
I must have written you over a
hundred letters.
Never even mailed you one.
Tell me, Matthew...
Did I just imagine what we had
together?
Or was it just some...
Dumb affair?
Matthew: You've got hold of
something good.
Grab it around the middle and
run with it, krystle.
Don't ever look back.
Krystle: But if I thought
that we had a chance...
Matthew: Thereisno chance.
Krystle: Because of your
situation?
I understand that, uh...
I know that divorce is out of
the question.
Matthew: It's not that.
Krystle: What is it, then?
Is it that you don't care for me
anymore?
Matthew: That's right.
I don't.
Krystle: You say that pretty
easily.
Matthew: The truth isn't hard
to say.
Just spit it out and kick sand
over it.
Krystle: I'm, uh... Sorry.
I guess I shouldn't...
Could we go back now?
Fallon: Well... Maybe we
should look at this whole thing
philosophically.
The lord giveth, and the lord
taketh away.
Steven: You don't seem so
altogether heartbroken that
krystle's taken off.
Why doesn't he just go get her
and bring her back if that's
what he wants?
Fallon: Why don't you ask
him?
Steven: Because he won't
talk to me.
Fallon: Well, you're lucky.
He'd sell me into the harem of a
sheik for three barrels of crude
and a box of cigars.
And I thought we were raised to
believe that blood is thicker
than money.
Steven: Come on, fallon.
He'd stick his hand into an
electric fan if you asked him
to.
Even when mother was here, he
loved you better than anybody.
Fallon: Well, that's what I
mean.
He used to be a fair judge of
women.
I think he suffered irreversible
brain damage from breathing
too much dime-store perfume.
Steven: Don't you think
that's being a little tough on
krystle?
I mean, she's got some nice
qualities.
Fallon: So does a cocker
spaniel, but I wouldn't want my
father to marry one.
I think he could do better.
Steven: So could you.
Fallon: Oh?
Steven: I mean, the
chauffeur?
Come on, fallon.
You really need to rub dad's
nose in it, don't you?
Fallon: Certainly not.
I'm thinking of writing a book,
that's all...
"handling the servant problem."
Are you gonna tell him?
Steven: You know I wouldn't
do that.
Besides, I'd have to send him a
telegram.
Did dad say anything to you?
I-I mean, about me?
Fallon: Nothing that made any
sense.
Steven: Why does he seem so
angry at me?
Fallon: I don't know.
What have you done?
Michael has brought the car
around.
Blake: Thank you, Joseph.
Blake: Oh, Michael...
We'll be stopping at
miss Jennings' apartment
on the way.
Michael: Yes, sir.
Excuse me, Mr. Carrington, but,
uh, that doesn't seem the kind
of party you'd be invited to.
Blake: I wasn't.
Krystle: Hey, it's terrific.
Thank you.
What is it?
It's a Baton for leading the
orchestra.
No, it's not.
It's a whip for beating her new
servants.
Doris: It happens to be a
riding crop.
Krystle: Well, great.
Doris: He does have horses,
doesn't he?
Krystle: Yes, several.
I've never been on any of them,
though.
I don't think horses like me.
Yeah.
That's what the riding crop's
for.
Charlotte: This looks like
another cookbook.
Krystle: Another cookbook.
Oh, another cookbook.
Krystle: It looks like
Marion's handwriting.
Yeah.
Krystle: Thank you, Marion.
What is it?
Pretty paper.
Doris: What is it?
I can't see.
What is it?
What is it?
Oh, no.
Krystle: That's very sweet,
Marion.
Thank you.
Doris: I think it's kind of
raunchy myself.
Krystle: That's all right,
Doris.
You know, I have been married
before.
Doris: Even so, I mean, don't
you suppose people managed
before they wrote an instruction
manual?
Charlotte: Maybe you ought to
read it first, Doris.
Then you can go out and get your
learner's permit.
Doris: I certainly wouldn't
want to shock you, Charlotte,
but I know plenty.
Charlotte: I'll get it.
Krystle: These are the
greatest gifts.
Aren't they nice?
Krystle: Actually, I think
this is the best.
Really? Which one?
Krystle: Hello, Michael.
Michael: Miss Jennings,
Mr. Carrington would like you to
have this with his compliments.
Krystle: Where is he?
Why didn't he come up?
Michael: He's waiting for me
downstairs.
He thought it would be safer
down there.
Hi.
Would you like some punch?
A cookie?
Michael: No, thank you, miss.
I've got to run.
Oh, he's gorgeous!
Hey, krystle, do you want to
trade?
I'll give you Marvin, the kids,
and a 6-months diaper service.
What do you say?
Oh, I'd take him even if he
didn't have $200 million.
Really.
And the biggest house in
Colorado and his own football
team.
Margaret: Well, I think he's
lucky to be getting krystle.
Charlotte: Let me look.
The closest I ever got to him
was when he drove through our
picket line during the refinery
strike.
He's gorgeous.
He is so gorgeous.
I'll take him.
Oh, krystle.
Krystle: Margaret, what is
it?
What's wrong?
Margaret: I'm gonna miss you,
krystle.
We're all gonna miss you.
Krystle: What are you talking
about?
We're friends.
We'll always be friends.
We're still gonna see each
other.
Well, come on, you guys.
I'm not going to the foreign
legion.
I'm getting married.
Well, to begin with, you'll come
to the wedding.
And then after that, you'll come
up to the house every weekend.
What the heck good are 48 rooms
if you can't have your friends
over?
I won't change.
I swear it.
Charlotte: Well, let's see
what the boss got her for a
shower gift.
It's probably a gold-plated
time card.
Maybe he docks her for
getting engaged on company time.
Krystle, my goodness!
What rocks!
Oh, put them on.
They're really gorgeous.
Charlotte: Put them on.
I never thought he would have
come up with something like
that.
Doris: You can be sure the
other one wouldn't have given
her diamonds...
Matthew blaisdel.
Charlotte: Doris!
Doris, sometimes you have the
tact of a rhinoceros.
Doris: Well, I'm very sorry,
but I happen to think it was a
good thing he was sent to the
middle east.
Let it go, Matthew.
Look out! It's gonna blow!
Come on, Matthew.
No reason to make any more of a
fight.
It's over.
Aahh!
What the hell are they going
to do, blow us up?
Matthew: That's enough!
Stop him!
He's gonna blow that thing!
Move!
Onto the airplane!
Airplane!
Blake: Where the hell is the
state department in all this?
Where are our friends in
Washington?
Where are the damn marines?
Sorry, Andy.
I know you've done everything
you could.
All our people get out?
Andrew: Yes.
Blake: Blaisdel, too?
Andrew: He was on the last
company plane out.
Already headed back to the
states.
He'll transfer at Kennedy and
arrive at stapleton
international tomorrow morning
at 10:00 A.M.
Blake: Hmm.
Have his plane shot down over
Kansas.
Andrew: Forgive my stupidity,
Blake, but, uh, is that some
kind of a joke?
Blake: Yeah, it's a joke...
I guess.
Except...
One thing I don't need right now
is Matthew blaisdel back in
Denver.
Would you please just return
to your seat?
Steven: Look,
I-I...
Mr. Carrington, would you
please take your seat?
Steven: Hold on.
I don't have to go anywhere that
I don't want to go.
I'm gonna have to call the
captain.
Steven: I don't care if you
call the captain.
Go ahead and call him.
Hell, I'll call him.
Captain! Captain!
Would you like for me to call
the generals, huh?
General! Gener...
Matthew!
Shh.
I know him.
I know him.
Matthew, come up here and have a
drink with me, okay?
I'm sorry, Mr. Carrington.
The lounge is reserved for
passengers traveling
first-class.
Would you please sit down?
Steven: You mean to tell me
that he ain't first-class?
Is that what you're trying to
tell me?
You ask my father if
Matthew blaisdel ain't
first-class.
Besides, he's my guest, okay?
If I want to have a drink with
my guest, then I'm having a
drink with my guest, all right?!
Matthew: Steven.
Steven: Hi, Matthew.
Matthew: Maybe I can help.
Come on.
Steven: Excuse me.
And then I got in the mail...
I mean, aren't I a part of the
family?
Don't I deserve something?
Would it have worn his finger to
just dial me direct area code
212 just to let me know...
Just to let me know that...
Where was I?
Matthew: You got in the
mail...
Steven: Oh, yeah.
A gold-embossed paper-linen
invitation to my father's
wedding, with a little card
inside that says,
"Mr. Steven carrington
will/will not attend."
That's that's my own father.
You're going to the wedding,
though, aren't you?
I mean, that's why you're on
this plane, right?
Matthew: No.
I just got kicked out of the
middle east after a year and a
half.
I'm on my way home to Denver.
I guess they must have left my
name off that guest list, too.
Steven:
Of course.
'Cause you used didn't you
used to, um...
Matthew: Used to what?
Steven: Matthew, you do know
who my father's marrying, don't
you?
Matthew: Well, I've been
living on a sand dune for a year
and a half.
We didn't get the society page.
Who's he marrying?
Steven: Another one of these!
Matthew: Steven...
I'm sorry, sir, but
regulations don't permit me to
serve a passenger who's already
had too much to drink.
Steven: I don't care about
your stupid regulations.
And I'll tell you when I've had
enough to drink!
You just fill that cup up,
mister, all right?!
Matthew: He's right.
Listen to me.
Why don't you and I take a
little walk downstairs?
Steven: Why don't you
butt out, okay?!
Why don't you just butt out?!
Just because you work for my
father doesn't give you the
right...
Matthew: It's okay.
Just just take him back
to his seat.
He's fine.
Ladies and gentlemen, at this
time, we'll begin our descent
into Denver's stapleton
international airport.
Steven: Matthew!
Matthew!
Matthew: How you feeling?
Steven: Dumb.
I guess I really made a fool of
myself up there.
Matthew: Well, I've been
known to do the same.
Steven: Well, I just wanted
to thank you for doing what you
did.
Matthew: Forget it.
Steven: That's my father's
car.
I'd be glad to drop you off
anyplace you're going.
Matthew: No, thanks.
Wouldn't want to take you out of
your way.
See ya, Steven.
Steven: Okay.
Here I am, Michael!
Look, these are for my baggage.
I'll wait in the car.
Michael: I'm sorry, sir.
The car's for Mr. Blaisdel.
Have you seen him?
Steven: What what do you
mean?
The car's not for me?
Michael: There he is.
Your father wants you to take a
cab and wait for him at the
house.
He'll see you when he gets home.
Mr. Blaisdel,
Mr. Carrington's waiting for
you.
Please have a seat.
Krystle: Darling, I can't
stay.
I've got to meet Mr. Afferton
back at the house to go over the
wedding arrangements.
But I'll see you at dinner.
Blake: Bye-bye, dear.
Krystle:
I didn't know you were back.
Nobody told me you were back.
Matthew: I'm back.
Blake: Well, welcome home,
Matthew.
Go on in, please.
I'll see you at dinner, darling.
I'm sorry to rush you in here,
Matthew, but I got to slip you
in ahead of my board of
directors.
Blake: Go ahead, Matthew.
Now, what's the bottom line?
Is there any chance of our
getting back in there, or at
least getting our equipment out?
Matthew: Without the marines?
I wouldn't put money on it.
Blake: You make a deal with
these people, you'd think they'd
keep their end of it.
The state department will want
to know exactly what happened
over there.
You may even have to go before a
congressional committee and the
press and everything.
Have you given any thought to
what you're going to tell them?
Matthew: I'm a geologist.
I make holes in the ground.
I'm not paid to set foreign
policy.
Blake: Take a shot.
Matthew:
Okay.
I'd say we damn well better
start digging for oil over here
a little faster and a little
deeper than we have been.
Blake: Good. Good.
You tell them that.
Yes?
They're ready for you in the
boardroom, sir.
Blake: Right.
Oh, tell Michael to drop
Mr. Blaisdel anyplace he wants
to go.
You might also tell that
committee that if they'd given
those folks the f-15s they asked
for, they might not have been so
quick to throw us out of there.
Uh, never mind.
I'll tell them that myself.
You seen your wife yet?
Matthew: No.
Your car brought me directly
here.
Your driver said you needed to
talk to me.
Blake: Oh, yes. That's right.
I understand that you and my
fiancée, miss Jennings, knew
each other before you left the
country.
Matthew: We were friends.
Blake: Good friends?
Matthew: Friends.
Blake: Take a couple of days
off, Matthew.
Go visit your wife and then
check in at the production
office.
We'll figure out what we're
gonna do with you.
Joseph: Good afternoon,
miss Jennings.
Mr. Afferton is waiting for you
in the ballroom.
Krystle: Oh, thank you.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Afferton: I've been waiting
20 minutes.
Shall we start in the ballroom?
We'll fill this fireplace with
flowers stephanotis, pink
tea roses, and, of course, pink
rhododendrons.
At this end, we'll build an
altar of flowers.
Uh, you do like stephanotis,
miss Jennings?
Krystle: Uh, yes, yes, of
course.
Afferton: Unless there's
something else you'd prefer.
Krystle: No. No, that's fine.
Afferton: I agree.
That combination always brings a
certain understated elegance.
You will enter through that
door, come down a center aisle
here.
Now, which music will you
prefer?
Krystle: Well,
"the wedding march."
Afferton: "The wedding
march."
Which one?
The mendelssohn or the Wagner?
Krystle: Is one better than
the other?
Afferton: Neither is very...
Steven: I think what
miss Jennings actually had in
mind was something a little more
obscure.
Maybe something for woodwinds...
Say, bach's "siciliano" from his
"flute sonata in e-flat major."
You do know it, don't you,
Mr. Afferton?
Afferton: Yes.
Yes, I do.
Steven: How do you feel about
a woodwind ensemble, krystle?
Krystle: I think that would
be very nice.
Steven: What do you think,
four pieces, five?
We need a flute, a clarinet, an
oboe, a couple of English horns.
No, one English horn.
And out on the garden, a
wonderful, old harp.
Maybe some strings a violin,
viola.
Maybe we could start with
something like debussy's
"maid with flaxen hair."
Krystle: Yes, I like that.
Steven: Krystle, you look
tired.
I guess these last few days have
been kind of rough on you.
Krystle: Yeah. They have.
Steven: Look, why don't you
go lie down and rest?
I think I know what you'd like.
I'll finish with Mr. Afferton
for you, okay?
Krystle: Thanks.
Afferton: She does seem a bit
rattled, doesn't she?
Well, some of them just don't
seem to be able to handle it
very well, do they?
Steven: Handle what,
afferton?
Afferton: You know,
Mr. Carrington, the
transition dealing with
upper-class ways.
Steven: Well, you seem to
have handled it, haven't you?
Afferton: I beg your pardon?
Steven: Not mine,
Mr. Afferton.
Hers.
You beg miss Jennings' pardon.
And you try a stunt like that
again, and I'll see you never
work anything bigger than a cat
show.
Do you take my meaning?
Good.
Now, what's next?
Afferton: Serving
arrangements.
Andrew: And this one will
finalize it.
Blake: Yes?
Who is this?
Fallon: It's only me from
over the sea.
Blake: Fallon, is that you?
Where are you, at the airport?
I'll pick you up.
You're you're where?
Fallon: Daddy, don't you know
there's an energy crisis going
on?
What are you doing driving
around in that gas-guzzler?
Blake: What are you, anyway,
a spy for Ralph nader?
Fallon: No, but I've got a
machine here that runs on hay,
and it gets 300 miles to the
bale.
That is, if you remember how to
drive one.
Blake: And who was it that
taught you how to ride, or have
you forgotten?
Pull up, Michael.
Michael: Yes, sir.
Blake: I've got a little
something to do, Andrew.
See you up at the house.
Michael: It's good to have
you home, miss carrington.
Fallon: Is it? Do I know you?
Michael: Oh, yes, ma'am, I
believe you do.
Fallon: Ohh!
Ohh.
Blake: Are you okay?
Fallon: Yes, I'm okay.
But that damn horse isn't going
to be when I catch it.
Blake:
Fallon: Oh! Oh!
I can't...
Oh.
I know you, Blake carrington.
You paid that horse to dump me.
Blake: I didn't have to pay
him.
He works for me.
Fallon: Is there anybody in
Colorado who doesn't work for
you?
Blake: Oh, a few people, but
not for long.
Fallon:
Blake: Oh, honey, I'm so glad
that you're home.
Fallon: Are you serious?
You really think I'd miss your
wedding?
I even gave up soccer matches in
Athens to be here.
And that's not all I gave up.
There was this entirely gorgeous
goalie from...
Blake: Spare me the details.
I'm not a soccer fan.
Besides, there's something I
want to talk to you about.
Fallon: Give me your jacket.
Well, I'm certainly not riding
back to the house in wet
clothes.
Blake: Certainly not.
I'll, uh, go catch your horse.
Fallon: Thanks.
Fallon: So, then I said to
myself, "would daddy really
appreciate a soccer player for a
wedding present?"
So I left him there.
Besides, in his last game, he
had his fibula broken in 2
places.
Blake: Now, now, now.
Fallon will you wind down for a
minute, please?
When we go back to the house,
with your brother there and
krystle and all the confusion,
we may not get another chance to
talk.
Fallon: Okay.
Blake: Now, you know you're
just about the most important
thing in the world to me.
Fallon: "Just about"?
You mean I've slipped to second
place?
Blake: Are you going to give
me a chance, listen to what I
have to say?
Fallon: Yes, I'll listen.
Blake: I've asked Cecil Colby
to bring his nephew to the
wedding.
Fallon: It's your wedding...
Invite anybody you like.
Blake: His name is Jeff.
He's just about your age.
Fallon: Yes, I know him,
daddy.
We went to summer camp together
when we were 11.
Blake: Oh.
I told Cecil that you'd act as
sort of Jeff's escort for the
day.
Fallon: I see.
And have you already negotiated
a bride price?
What are you taking for me...
Cash or stock options?
Blake: You asked me what I
wanted for a wedding present.
The very best present you could
give me would be to see...
Fallon: To see me happily
married and settled down?
Blake: That's right.
Fallon: That is bull, daddy,
and you know it.
Colbyco oil makes
Denver-carrington look like a
corner filling station, and
that's eating your liver out.
You're not talking about a
marriage.
You're talking about a merger.
Blake: And if I am, what the
devil is wrong with that?
Am I supposed to be thrilled
because 70% of the voting stock
of Denver-carrington is going to
end up in the hands of some
Greek bandit?
Fallon: Well, what do you
want me for, anyhow?
You have a son.
That's a natural line of
succession.
Let Steven get married.
Let him provide the royal heir.
Give him the 70%.
Blake: I'm afraid Steven is
not going to work out.
Fallon: Well, why?
What's the matter with him...
Low sperm count?
Blake: Mind your own
business.
Fallon: Whoo, sensitive,
aren't we?
Okay, then what about you and
krystle?
She looks like good, solid
breeding stock to me.
Hey, I'm sorry if I haven't
shown the proper respect.
Well, what do you want me to do,
anoint her feet in holy oil?
Or would it be enough if I just
get down on my knees and kiss...
Blake: I'm not going to stand
here and beg you to accept this
lady.
You'll just have to take it on
faith that she is the most
important thing in my life right
now, and you and your brother
and everyone else around here
may have to get used to that.
Fallon: And you don't give a
flying damn that she'd rather be
in bed with somebody else.
Or do you?
Michael:
Hello.
Fallon: Michael, it's
miss carrington.
I think I remember you now.
Michael: Miss who?
Fallon: It's fallon.
Michael:
Michael: Come on in.
I'm not gonna bite you.
May I take your jacket?
Your taxi has arrived,
miss Jennings.
Krystle: Thank you.
Blake: Krystle.
Where are you going?
Krystle: I guess you thought
that was a pretty cute thing to
do.
I don't understand...
Blake: It hasn't been a
perfect day, my dear.
I've been run out of one
country on a ridgepole, my
daughter thinks she's a
born-again lady godiva,
so please forgive me now,
just what "thing" did you have
in mind?
Krystle: Setting it up for
Matthew blaisdel and me to run
into each other in your office.
Blake: Oh, that.
Krystle: What was it, Blake,
some sort of test?
Blake: Krystle...
I don't suppose you'd believe me
if I told you I didn't arrange
that.
It was just a coincidence.
Krystle: Was it also a
coincidence that you didn't
bother to tell me he was back
in town?
What did you suppose that I'd
go flying off with him?
Is that what you think of me?
Blake: Come inside.
We'll talk.
Krystle: No.
No, you talk too well, Blake.
You'd only convince me that I
imagined the whole thing, that
nothing's changed and
everything's exactly the way it
was.
Blake: Well? Isn't it?
When will I see you?
Krystle: I don't know.
I've got to get away somewhere
where I can think.
Blake: Well, at least you can
take your own car.
Now, this is a very impressive
gesture, but you don't have to
go by public transportation, you
know.
Krystle: It's not my car.
Look at the registration.
It belongs to Denver-carrington,
just like everything else around
here.
Andrew: Blake...
Our people in Amsterdam called.
Looks like your price on the
tankers will be accepted.
Blake: Well...
Maybe we've offered too much.
Withdraw the offer, drop it 10%,
and resubmit it in two days.
Andrew: All right.
Blake: Oh, Joseph, has Steven
arrived?
Joseph: Yes, he has.
Do you want to see him?
Blake: Yes.
No, I don't.
Joseph...
Joseph: Yes, sir?
Blake: I'm going to get this
family shaped up by the day I
get married.
Joseph: Yes, sir.
Irish whiskey, then?
Make it three one for each
headache.
Krystle: Hi.
Can we meet?
Matthew: Do you love him?
Krystle: Yes, I do.
At least I...
I thought I did.
After you left, I, uh...
I told myself you were dead.
Some days, I wished you were.
I must have written you over a
hundred letters.
Never even mailed you one.
Tell me, Matthew...
Did I just imagine what we had
together?
Or was it just some...
Dumb affair?
Matthew: You've got hold of
something good.
Grab it around the middle and
run with it, krystle.
Don't ever look back.
Krystle: But if I thought
that we had a chance...
Matthew: Thereisno chance.
Krystle: Because of your
situation?
I understand that, uh...
I know that divorce is out of
the question.
Matthew: It's not that.
Krystle: What is it, then?
Is it that you don't care for me
anymore?
Matthew: That's right.
I don't.
Krystle: You say that pretty
easily.
Matthew: The truth isn't hard
to say.
Just spit it out and kick sand
over it.
Krystle: I'm, uh... Sorry.
I guess I shouldn't...
Could we go back now?
Fallon: Well... Maybe we
should look at this whole thing
philosophically.
The lord giveth, and the lord
taketh away.
Steven: You don't seem so
altogether heartbroken that
krystle's taken off.
Why doesn't he just go get her
and bring her back if that's
what he wants?
Fallon: Why don't you ask
him?
Steven: Because he won't
talk to me.
Fallon: Well, you're lucky.
He'd sell me into the harem of a
sheik for three barrels of crude
and a box of cigars.
And I thought we were raised to
believe that blood is thicker
than money.
Steven: Come on, fallon.
He'd stick his hand into an
electric fan if you asked him
to.
Even when mother was here, he
loved you better than anybody.
Fallon: Well, that's what I
mean.
He used to be a fair judge of
women.
I think he suffered irreversible
brain damage from breathing
too much dime-store perfume.
Steven: Don't you think
that's being a little tough on
krystle?
I mean, she's got some nice
qualities.
Fallon: So does a cocker
spaniel, but I wouldn't want my
father to marry one.
I think he could do better.
Steven: So could you.
Fallon: Oh?
Steven: I mean, the
chauffeur?
Come on, fallon.
You really need to rub dad's
nose in it, don't you?
Fallon: Certainly not.
I'm thinking of writing a book,
that's all...
"handling the servant problem."
Are you gonna tell him?
Steven: You know I wouldn't
do that.
Besides, I'd have to send him a
telegram.
Did dad say anything to you?
I-I mean, about me?
Fallon: Nothing that made any
sense.
Steven: Why does he seem so
angry at me?
Fallon: I don't know.
What have you done?