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That's right.

Denver, Colorado. Thank you.

Good morning.

Good morning, Joseph.

Mr. Carrington's calling you
from Europe.

Would you like me to have Jeanette
bring out a fresh pot of coffee?

- No, thank you.
- Are you sure?

There's a chill in the air
and you've been out here a while.

I'm fine.

Hello, Blake.

Hello, darling, how are you?
Everything all right?

Yes.

Did I wake you up?

No. I got up early this morning.
Where are you calling from?

Paris. My plane for Rome
leaves in an hour.

What time is it there?

Well, there's an eight-hour
time difference. It's 4:30 here.

Krystle, I just wanted to call you
to tell you I love you

and that I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to snap at you
the way I did before I left.

But this thing that's come up,

well, it's absolutely vital to the future
of Denver-Carrington.

But believe me when I tell you

that it's not more important
than you are to me.

Sure. I understand.

Well, good luck with whatever.

Did you--?
Did you see Dr. Toscanni, yet?

Is that why you called?

No, no, of course not.

I just want you to get some help
just as soon as possible.

Will you call him today?
Will you do that for me?

Blake, I've been upset.

I lost a child,
but I haven't lost my mind.

Don't you understand that?

Yes. Yes, I do,

but I want you back the way you were,
before all this happened.

And you think that
Dr. Toscanni will listen to

whatever it is a psychiatrist listens to
and say a magic word

and make it all better, is that it?

All right, I'll call him.

Good.

Well, darling, I'll--
I'll phone you from Rome.

I love you.

Goodbye.

Who is it?

Hi.

How did you know I was coming?

Look, if it's inconvenient,
I mean, if you're booked up there,

I can wait until you finish
getting dressed.

Then what?
You gonna offer me a lift to my office?

Thank you, but I don't need one.

I need you, Nick. Your advice.

I need you to help me
solve my problem.

Fallon, I don't solve problems.
I try to help people solve their own.

- Not this one.
- I have to get to work.

It's an emergency.

I thought shrinks were like firemen.
They always answer an alarm.

I'm a doctor. I answer phones.
Phone me later, okay?

Nick, please.

All right, Fallon,
what's the emergency?

It's Jeff. He found out.

That I'm pregnant.

So, what's the big deal?

Husbands usually find out
about that thing sooner or later.

He knows that I'm booked
at Blandon Clinic for an abortion

and he'll do anything to stop me.

What do you expect me
to do about it?

Give me a referral to a doctor
in New York

where he won't be able to find me.

What's wrong with that?

Fallon, your husband just might have
some legitimate interest

in not having someone destroy
his potential child.

I mean, you can understand that,
can't you?

As a wife, as a woman,
as a human being.

Nick, if it were your baby,
I would wanna have it.

Why? Do you think I'd win
the Daddy of the Year Award?

As an expression of the way
I feel about you.

That could be
a very permanent expression

for a very temporary feeling.

Temporary?

Look, I know you're trying
not to encourage me

while I'm another man's wife,
but when I'm not with Jeff--

Talk to me, then.
I said it, I have to leave.

I wanna talk to you now.

Dr. Toscanni's exchange.

May I speak to him, please?

I'm sorry, the doctor's unavailable
at the moment. May I take a message?

Well, tell him
Mrs. Carrington called.

I'll call back.

- Was that the phone?
- Yes.

- Then you answered it?
- Yes.

I see.

Well, who was it?

Take a guess.

Pick a blond, a very special blond.

What the hell
are you talking about, Fallon?

That was my father's wife.

She couldn't even wait
until his plane landed in Rome.

What did she want?

Take another guess.

You know what you need around here,
doctor, is a revolving door

for the Carrington women alone.

Or better yet,
why don't you just move in with us?

You could schedule us
around the clock.

Mrs. Carrington is a patient of mine.

- Is she really?
- Yes.

And you're not entitled
to know even that much.

Now, get the hell out of here, Fallon.

And don't you ever pull
that jealousy bit with me again.

Your father's lived with it
since he married Krystle,

that's his problem.

But I don't have to take it from you.

Especially not from you.
Is that clear?

George, what my friend
wants to know is,

what rights, under the law,
does a husband have to stop his wife

from having an abortion?

Jeff, that's way out of my line.

I know. But could you check it out?

I guess.

Sure.

How soon would your friend
need this information?

It's pretty urgent.

- I'll get back to you.
- Thanks, George.

Not as hot a route as corporate taxes,
but I can use the change of pace.

Keep the excitement down.

- Thanks.
- You bet.

- Hello, Blake.
- Alexis.

- Did you have a good flight?
- Fine.

Well, you're looking
terribly handsome.

Actually, I haven't had time
to freshen up yet.

I just checked in at my hotel
and came right over.

Well, some champagne
will freshen you up--

No, no, thank you, not for me.

Oh, all right.
Well, why don't you sit down?

I've ordered some food. You'd like
something to eat, wouldn't you?

Oh, is your friend joining us
for supper?

Rashid? No, not actually.

He suddenly had to fly back
for a very important final meeting

with his head of state,
General Something-or-Other.

Fly back, where?

Back to his own country.

I thought you said
that this deal was set.

Darling, the deal is set.

But you know how touchy
these Middle Eastern countries can be.

You don't just slap a vulgar
bundle of cash on the table

and say the deal is set.

It's not Abscam revisited.

And what is the correct way
to pay off a bagman?

Tomorrow we're going to meet
at Rashid's villa.

It's about an hour's drive
from Rome.

He'll send his car for us.
It's all very hush-hush.

Oh, maybe he'd like us to parachute in
on a foggy night.

Darling, I wish you'd stop
being so irritable.

This is a very delicate situation.

Now, tomorrow your precious tankers
can all be back in your stable,

providing that not one word of this
leaks out to anybody.

Not your company.
Not Andrew Laird.

Not even your lovely wife
number two.

I'd like to remind you
that Krystle is number one.

How could I forget?

And I've told her that I would be back
home by tomorrow night.

I intend to be there then.

Listen, Blake,

those great big ugly tankers
full of foul-smelling oil

represent a significant part of
your wealth on earth, if not in heaven.

Do you really think that any of your
family, including your beloved Krystle,

would want you to throw all of that
away because of some slight delay?

Would you like to have some
of that champagne now?

What's going on here?

Oh, Steven,
I wanted to surprise you.

I mean, when I get it all
put back together again.

Like Humpty Dumpty.
Are you sure you know how?

Well, come back
in two hours and see.

Well, where did you get
all the money for this stuff?

I charged it in your name.
The man said it was okay.

You're not mad at me, are you?

No. But why?

Well, I'm souping it up,
for your rematch against Buddy.

What--? What rematch?

Well, I called Buddy.

You're gonna race
Monday afternoon.

Well, what makes you think
that I can take him this time?

Because the last time at the track,
they set you up.

And then, they called you a turkey.

Now we get even.

- How?
- Well, it's just you and Buddy.

A road race on Coal Creek Canyon.

And with what I'm doing to this car,
you can't lose.

Yeah?

What did you do?

Stiffened the suspension,
changed carburetion jetting,

put in hotter plugs
and reset the distributor dwell.

I'm impressed.

How impressed?

- Blake?
- No, thank you.

You're not hungry.

You're not thirsty.

What are you?

Not that either.

And here I bathed myself,
practically drowned,

in Bal A Versailles.

You know, there's something
a little too easy about this whole thing.

For months now, I've been trying,
through the State Department,

to pry our tankers loose
from His Excellency.

All I've succeeded in doing
is getting some lumps on the head

from running into stone walls.

Suddenly, my ex-wife, of all people,
comes up with the magic key.

Now, is that pure coincidence?

How about impure coincidence?

Just what is your connection
with Rashid Ahmed?

What connection is there ever
between powerful, attractive men

and lonely, divorced women?

Come on now,
you can do better than that.

Well, a few years ago in Capri,

Rashid and I were what the gossip
columnists were calling an item.

In the end,
like all naughty little Arab boys,

he had to run back home to daddy,
but he still owed me a favor.

So when I heard you talking
to Andrew about your frozen oil

and I heard that Rashid
was in Rome,

as a friend to both parties, there was
only one thing that I could do.

I rushed right over
and called in my marker.

And is that all there is to this?

Blake, you don't think
that I'm in some sort

of conspiracy with him
against you.

I think you have strong loyalties.

It's just that I'm not always sure
to whom.

To myself and to my children.

Besides, even if I did still hate you,
which I don't,

you don't think I'd do anything
to hurt Steven, do you?

What about Fallon?

Yes, her too.

I wish I could believe that.

Look, if you don't believe it,

why don't you just pack up
your suspicions

and fly on back to Denver?

I'll see you tomorrow.

To tomorrow.

Good morning, Aunt Krystle.

I hope you don't mind me
being here.

Of course not.

I borrowed your negligee again.

Well, you can borrow it
seven days a week if you'd like.

Like my hair this way?

Does it make me look a little older?

Well, you look pretty.

Sammy Jo,
I got a letter from your father.

What does he want?

He told me he'd said goodbye to you
and wasn't coming back.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I knew how wiped out
you'd been from losing the baby.

You didn't need another problem.

Problem? You're family.

I love you. I always will.

Aunt Krystle,
what am I gonna do now?

I don't know anything.

Maybe we can send you to a school
and you can train for a job.

Maybe a secretarial job.

A secretary?

There's nothing wrong
with being a secretary. I was.

That's right. I'd forgotten.

Aunt Krystle, I'll think about it.
And we can talk again. Okay?

- Okay. See you at lunch.
- Okay.

"Nothing wrong
with being a secretary.

That's how every girl
gets a rich husband

and lives in a big house."

Bull.

What do you want me to say?
The abortion's your decision.

Yeah, and mine alone.

Jeff hasn't even talked to me
in five days.

Is that good or bad?
I can't tell with you.

This morning when he left for work,
he was just staring at me

Iike I was some kind of a monster.

Am I a monster, Steven?

No, you're not a monster,
you're just in a tough spot.

I mean, no matter which way you go,
somebody gets hurt.

But I can see Jeff's side of it too.

That's all he can see is his side.
Not what it's doing to me.

Forcing me to be a mother when
I don't even know how to be a wife.

Well, what do I know about mothering?
I sure never had one to learn from.

Jeff said something to me
the other day about another guy.

There isn't another guy, Steven.

- There isn't.
- Okay.

Oh, God,
what am I gonna tell Daddy?

He knows I was trying
to get pregnant.

He wanted to have a grandchild
so much.

Fallon, whatever you decide,
don't do it for Dad.

Where you're concerned,
he doesn't count.

Doesn't count?

Steven, this is the second time

I'm getting these vibes from you
about me and him.

What are you trying to tell me?

Is there something I should know
about Daddy? Or about me?

It just kills me to see you
so damned unhappy.

All right.

I know when you clam up,
earthquakes won't loosen your tongue.

Sorry if I busted in on you.

Hey, what are you doing
home anyway?

Did you quit the refinery again?

I took a day off. I'm allowed.

My dad owns the company.

You mean to tell me,
you took all this time to find out

that a man whose wife
wants an abortion

has no legal rights at all?

Oh, he could try to fight it,

but I assure you, Jeff,
it'd be uphill all the way.

Legally.

That's the only kind of advice
Denver Carrington pays me to give.

Legal advice.

I'm sorry.

Thanks, George.

Tell your friend,
I hope things work out all right for him.

Bye.

Yes.

Got some papers for you
to initial, Jeff.

Oh, come on in, Claudia.

- Right there.
- Okay.

- Claudia.
- Yeah?

I need a woman's angle.

- Would you sit down a minute?
- Sure.

This friend of mine dumped this on me
and I don't know quite what to tell him.

About what?

Well, speaking as a mother,

is it possible to be
a normal, healthy woman

and be pregnant
and not want the child?

Well...

I suppose
if the woman has real fears,

I mean real insecurities
about herself,

or about her husband's love for her,

then pregnancy could be hard.
It could.

It wasn't that way with you, though,
when you were carrying Lindsay.

I was just a kid then.

I was scared out of my head.

I had one thing I could count on,

Matthew's love.

At least, I could count on it then.

Is that it?

- Yes, thank you, Claudia.
- Sure.

Well, when will you be back?

I can't tell just yet.
I just arrived from Paris.

I'm at the villa of this man
that I absolutely must see

and he's not even here yet.

- Well, then who is there?
- Just-- Just the staff..

Now, Krystle,
I'll be back just as quickly as I can.

I don't understand why I can't be
with you for a day or two?

Because it's not practical, darling.
I'm constantly moving around.

You just said you were at this villa.

Krystle,
are you cross-examining me?

I told you it's business
and there are problems.

Which I will try to settle
just as quickly as I can

and I'll be home
as soon as possible.

Yes. Yes.

Goodbye, darling.

- Blake.
- Yes?

Would you mind putting a little of this
suntan oil on my back, please?

And the front, on my shoulders.

What was that all about?

Well, I speak French, Spanish, ltalian
and a little bit of German,

but Arabic, I'm sorry.

- Mr. Carrington, sir. Madam.
- What is it, Majeed?

I trust you were not bothered
by the noise, the dogs.

There was someone on the property
in a tree, but we chased him off.

- A man in a tree?
- Yes, a man. But he is gone now.

We will keep a closer eye
on your privacy.

Thank you.

I hope it wasn't one of those
damned photographers, you know.

Paparazzi?

Who do you think you are,
a movie star?

Well, like it or not, I am news.

Well, maybe on
the financial pages, darling.

Nowadays, that's the kind of thing that
people wanna read, that kind of gossip.

About the men
who run the world.

Listen to the conceit of the man.

It was probably just some
love-starved ltalian bachelor

who was dying
to get a closer look at me.

Thank you.

No, Joe, it was my time.

Fallon?

Oh, are we actually talking after five
fun-filled days of the silent treatment?

Why quit while you're ahead?

It just happened. I'm sorry, I didn't
mean for you to think that I was angry.

I didn't mean to give you
that impression.

I'm sorry.

Fallon, can we stop this?

Stop what? Speaking?
I thought we already had.

Damn it.

We didn't do anything wrong.
You've gotta stop--

I feel like a father whose child
has 24 hours left to live.

There is no child, Jeff.
Can't you understand that?

The doctors at the clinic
will take care of it tomorrow.

Fallon, I'm begging you.

To save our marriage?
It was a mistake from the start.

Having a child
would just double the mistake.

You know, you were right.

The only reason I got pregnant
was to compete with Krystle.

Compete for my father's love.

Well, Krystle lost the baby.

The competition's over.

All right. So you got pregnant
for the wrong reason.

But we can still make it work.

With what? Love?

Where would a child of ours
learn about love?

From watching us
cut each other up?

Well, then, we'll change,

for the child's sake.

You really believe that?

We've had good moments.

We can again.
More than just moments.

I don't love you, Jeff.

I never loved you.

It was all part of the deal.

Come on.

You admitted once
you made that up.

You believed me
because you wanted to.

I lied to you.

I sold myself to your uncle so that
Blake Carrington could make that loan.

I lied to you then,
but I'm not lying now.

I gotta get out of here
before I kill you.

That must be Rashid.

- Mr. Carrington.
- Mr. Ahmed.

I am so sorry, but it simply
couldn't be helped this delay.

But I trust you were well entertained
these past few days.

I'll leave you two alone.

So, what are we to talk about?

Your government
has kidnapped five of my tankers.

I'm here to discuss the ransom.

Then let us talk about that
and without anger.

Without anger?

You've deliberately kept me
waiting here for three days.

Now, I've stored up some things
to get off my chest.

For one, I strongly resent being forced
to buy back my own property.

But, sir, surely no one
is forcing you to do anything.

And as for your property,

from whom did you plunder the oil
in the first place?

From my country,
from my people, no?

You forget who risked his money
to get that oil out of the ground

without your people
so much as lifting a finger.

Now, Mr. Ahmed,
shall we discuss numbers?

We are agreed on the value of the oil,
as of 6:00 this morning,

on the spot market in Rotterdam?

Mr. Carrington, sir, of that sum,

5 percent will be deposited
in His Excellency's account in Zurich.

And 5 percent in my account.

A multi-million dollar commission
just to pull a few strings, huh?

Some of those strings could easily
get caught around my neck.

I want the money in Zurich
tomorrow morning.

Not until those tankers are released.

I'm afraid His Excellency
could not possibly agree to that.

Commissions are paid, Mr. Ahmed,

only when the transaction
is completed.

I want this thing settled by tonight.

You've got five tankers full of oil
you can't sell without me.

Meanwhile,
those giant ships are blocking

the only outlet you have
to the sea.

I'd say that you need me
more than I need you.

- lndeed?
- I've done my homework.

Not only has your boss' hijacking
of my tankers

ruined his international credit,

but your own
personal cash position,

despite all this window dressing,
pretty shaky.

I'd say very shaky.

Sir, did you come here to make a deal
or to discuss my credit rating?

Both. Because the financial bind
that you're in

allows me to offer you exactly half
of what you're asking.

- Half?
- Not one penny more than that.

That's preposterous.

I'd say under the circumstances,
that I'm being pretty generous.

You don't like it, Mr. Ahmed?

Then you can take my oil
and pump it back into the ground.

Wait.

I can't make the decision
without His Excellency.

I will have to phone him.

Come in.

Hi, Krystle.

Have you spoken
with Daddy recently?

Well, he phoned twice
in the past few days.

Is he all right over there?

He seemed all right.

You know,
things have been kind of strange

between Steven and me recently.

He keeps intimating
that there's something dark

between my father and me.

I thought maybe you'd know.

All that I know is that your father
loves you very much, Fallon.

Yeah, well, you know how Steven
can be sometimes, very misterioso.

I just thought maybe
you'd know something I don't know.

Can I ask you something personal?

- What?
- What do you think of Nick Toscanni?

Well, how is that
a personal question?

I don't know him any better
than you do.

Oh, I think you do.

I mean, it's no secret.
Word gets around.

Word gets around about what?

Oh, about how Blake arranged
for you to see him.

About how you've been feeling
since you lost the baby.

And?

I have some problems of my own,
emotional problems.

And I thought maybe I'd set up
an appointment to see him too.

So I was just wondering.

- If he's a good psychiatrist?
- Yeah.

Blake hired him.
He only hires the best.

Is that it?

Yes. Thanks.

- Mrs. Carrington?
- Yes.

Dr. Toscanni's running
just a little bit late.

If you'll just have a seat,
he'll be with you in a few minutes.

Okay.

I'll call you back.

- Lovely weekend, wasn't it?
- Yes.

- They're there together.
- Mrs. Carrington?

Mrs. Carrington? Are you all right?

Yes.

Peg, would you send
Mrs. Carrington in.

She just left, doctor.

She seemed upset suddenly.

- What happened, Peg?
- I don't know.

She sat down over there,
started to look at one of the--

Or this?

Maybe.
I wasn't really watching her, doctor.

From now on,
keep this rag out of my office.

Krystle, wait a minute. Krystle.

Hey, come on.

This is getting to be a habit with you,
canceling appointments.

I just didn't feel I could handle
talking to you right now.

That's honest. That's worth
the whole 50 minutes. Come on.

Where?

You 're my last
and favorite appointment.

Okay, you stood me up.
Now, I've got to get even.

What does that mean?

I'm gonna force you
to watch me cook.

How about that?
Believe me, there's nothing like it.

Well, almost nothing.

Bet you $20 Buddy beats him again.

I wouldn't wanna take advantage.

All right, Steven!

How about that?

Steven, you did it.

We did it. We beat him.

We did it. We beat him.

- No, you did it.
- No, we both did it, as a team.

But you're a winner, Steven.
A born winner.

- And if I helped just a little bit--
- Sammy Jo, are you kidding?

- You made it possible for me to win.
- Then, I'm proud.

Let's celebrate.

Where?

My cabin.

Rashid, did you make the deal?

Your former husband
was quite an adversary.

A real instinct for the jugular.

You should have warned me.

It was Blake or you.

And you made your choice.

It wasn't a contest.

His wife, what will she think
when she hears of all of this?

Frankly, I don't give a damn.

I must be leaving in a few hours.

Enjoy the villa
for as long as you like.

Thank you, Rashid. For everything.

I thought sure I could get you
to watch me in action.

Hey.

Maybe I shouldn't offer you
any more wine.

I'd much rather talk to you sober.

Krystle,

you're not the first woman
who's lost her baby.

No, but I'm married to a man
who has everything else.

Everything but the one thing
I could have given him.

A child.

Still blaming yourself, huh?

He was so desperate for a son.

One day to take over
all he'd worked so hard for.

To resurrect his crumbling dynasty.

I killed his dream.

And with it, maybe his only reason
for having married me.

Go on.

Are you enjoying this?

I like to see you get it out.

Please, go on.

What are you feeling right now?

What can I feel?

I can already see how he's begun
to close me out of his life.

Business trips that are none
of my business.

And I'm not even sure
I can blame him.

Are you saying your husband
can do whatever he wants?

It doesn't matter anymore
what I think.

Krystle.

Couldn't you sleep either?

You're not worried about anything,
are you?

No, no. I'm elated.

All of a sudden, it seems
like the whole world is young again.

All thanks to you.

- Oh, Blake.
- No, no, no. Really.

I do appreciate so much
everything you've done,

despite my ungraciousness.

Well, you really did have
an awful lot to lose.

This brings back
such happy memories

of other victories, other triumphs.

A long time ago
when you were first starting out,

ready to take over the world,

a young wildcatter,
my young, handsome, hungry husband

who shouted out to the world,
"I'll show them."

And you did.

That shouldn't have happened.

Why not?

Some people celebrate a victory
with champagne.

Why shouldn't we celebrate
with a happy kiss?

Happiness, that's something that
I haven't had much practice at lately.

I think I'd better be heading home.

Rashid said that we could have
the villa for as long as we wanted.

It's a tempting thought, but...

Got to get back to the real world.

Blake Carrington's world.

You know something?

You look more beautiful than ever.

Wouldn't you like to take
a closer look?

You don't like it.

No, it's great.

No, you're just saying that.

Really, it's just like
my grandmother used to make.

- Your grandmother?
- Yeah, Grandma Grant.

Back in Dayton, Ohio?

Chilly?

Why don't you throw my jacket on.
I'll light a fire.

There, that should make you feel--

You knew about this all the time,
didn't you?

I knew it was painful.

I figured you'd deal with it
when you got ready.

How do you deal with betrayal?

No wonder he couldn't tell me
where he was going

or why I couldn't go with him.

Krystle.

He's not worth your tears.

You don't need tears.

You don't owe him
anything anymore.

- I have to go.
- Why?

If I stay, I know where it'll end up,

and I can't.