All language subtitles for The Colbys S2 E13 Power Plays.eng

Channing's the
one I feel sorry for.

Imagine how she feels,

knowing she can't have children,

and seeing how much
Miles wants this one to be his.

Narrator: Last time,
on "The Colbys"...

Keep an eye on her, Fallon.

She may not be the
friend you think she is.

You want the baby?

Miles, I love children.

I always have.

I just wish that
this baby of Fallon's

could be yours and mine.

Would it make you
happy if I told you

that no one has to
give you a grandchild.

That you already have one?

What are you talking about?

Ask Senator Cassidy.

You see, his son
is your grandchild.

Scott Cassidy is Monica's child.

You know something?
I really like you.

I really like you, too.

It's just a phone call, daddy.

I'm not asking you to
tear down the Berlin wall.

Honey, I can't do any more.

They won't let him
talk to his family.

Daddy, it's killing him.

They could be in prison
or Siberia for all he knows.

You can't keep on
being responsible for him.

He made his choice.

He has to live with
the consequences.

$2 million?

- What would Conny
need that kind of money for?
- I don't know.

She could have been
kidnapped or blackmailed.

Anything's possible.

- Any luck?
- No, I can't find her.

I've got an office in
Bombay working on it now.

What are you going to do?

Find out where she is
and take the jet there

and hope to God the
whole thing's a false alarm.

All right, keep on it.

What is it?

That was our Bombay office.

It seems Conny and
Hutch charted a small plane.

They didn't file a flight plan,

but they left word they
were due back yesterday.

- Were?
- They never showed.

They just... disappeared.

Well, because
we've got to find out

where Conny is first, don't we?

Damn it, Jeff, then have
someone meet you in Bombay.

And call me, the minute you
or Miles finds out anything,

all right?

Goodbye.

Honestly, that
grandson of yours.

L.B.?

He's upstairs with those
marbles of his all over the hallway.

Suddenly I saw
Miles 20 years ago,

with the toy fleet of cars

he had all over the
very same carpet.

You risked your life just
walking through them.

So does he, with the
cars he drives now.

Oh, Jason, if only this
new baby could be Miles'.

I wish you wouldn't do that.

Well, is it wrong of me to
want us to have a grandchild?

Frankie's the lucky one.

She's given you your first.

What difference does that make?

Well, you've always said you
were jealous of your brother Cecil

because your
grandfather doted on him.

- Sable.
- Well, that's how it is.

The first is always the best.
That's how you feel about L.B.

That's... that's nonsense.

Well, you admit that the first
grandchild is always very special.

Okay, fine. Point game,
set match, you win.

Now look, I've got this speech

that I've got to
finish this morning.

For what? Where?

Toronto.

The International
Executive League

has decided I am
their man of the year.

We've got to fly up to the
awards banquet tonight.

It's even being televised.

We?

You're taking Frankie?

Yes, we...

Look, I've got to finish
this before I go to the office.

Excuse me.

Lovely choice.

Though I understand Toronto
gets rather chilly at night.

I'm sure the hotel is heated.

I hope you feel privileged.

Jason hardly ever took me
with him on business trips.

But then, I never
worked for him,

officially.

What do they call
what you do, dear?

Oh, I'm not going on business.

- It's pleasure.
- Yes.

Faithful Frankie,
always at her man's side.

Mind you, it's probably wise.

You never know, someone could
come along and, whoosh, no man.

I'm not like you.

I don't confuse love with power.

Well, it doesn't matter.

In the race for grandchildren,

I can afford to
be philosophical.

I've suddenly discovered I
don't need to envy you at all.

Excelsior Hotel?

Senator Cassidy's suite, please.

Adrienne? This is Sable
Colby. Mrs. Jason Colby.

Oh, yes, ah, hello, how are you?

Guilty. That's how I am.

You've been here
for weeks already,

and I haven't
invited you to lunch.

Well, I've been so
busy getting settled

and finding a
school for Scott...

Oh, yes, Scott, your son.
I've heard so much about him.

Look, why don't you all come up
to the house for dinner next week.

Better still, why don't I
take you to lunch today?

Today?

I don't know.

If you're afraid I'm going to snare
you into one of my committees,

I swear I'll wait
at least a month.

Look, I used to
travel with Jason,

and I know how
lonely it can get.

It's much better with friends.

Why not say yes?
It's only lunch.

When you put it that
way, how can I refuse?

Wonderful.

Shall we say noon, at
the Penthouse Club?

I'll see you there then.

There'll be a car at the
back door of the banquet hall

so we can, ah, slip away
right after the ceremony, huh?

Two cars. One to take
Francesca to the hotel,

and the other to take you to
the meeting with the Soviets.

The press won't know
where you've gone.

Well I'm impressed, Senator.

Persuading the Executive
League to move their dinner up

a couple of weeks makes
a nice smokescreen.

Well, you said you wanted
the meeting kept under wraps.

That's what you got.

It isn't every day my father's
named man of the year.

I wish I could be
with you, daddy.

So do I, sweetheart.

But with Miles
and Jeff in India,

there's nobody else
to take that meeting

with the Japanese
Charge d'affaires.

Did he drop any hints
as to what's so urgent?

Yes, something about our take
over of the Ohnishi Electronics.

Yeah, Sharen?

Sure, put her through.

What do you know? The man
of the year is taking my calls.

You making sure I
don't get a swelled head?

It's a lousy job, but
somebody's got to do it.

I just wanted you
to know, I'm ready.

Okay, Eric will drive
you to the airport.

I'll see you there.

I'll see you there.
Bye-bye, my love.

And how are we
today, pretty lady?

I'm fine, thank you.

What can I do for you?

I came by to see
Mr. Carter's niece, Channing.

I'm Sam Erskine, his lawyer.

You're Mrs. Langdon, right?

Well, um,

you're even prettier
than your pictures.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Erskine.

Channing has gone shopping.

No matter, I'll come
by this evening.

So you're off to Toronto, eh?

Jason Colby, man of the year.

It's a well-deserved
feather in his cap.

I couldn't agree more.

I'd like to chat,
but I am in a rush.

Of course, you and I know that
there's more to your little jaunt

than just picking up a
bronze plaque, don't we?

Jason and I do hope to
see something of Toronto...

I was referring to
something a little more...

clandestine.

A secret meeting, shall we say?

I'm sorry, Mr. Erskine.

I never discuss
Jason's business.

If you're looking for a scoop
for one of Lucas' magazines,

I don't have one.

Now if you'll excuse
me, my car is waiting.

Sorry to keep you.

Enjoy your trip.

People just don't
disappear, Bill.

Can't you come up with anything?

Not very much, I'm afraid.

But we did confirm that
your Aunt and Mr. Corrigan

charted a plane to
Nepal on Tuesday night.

Well, it doesn't cost $2
million to chart a plane.

Jeffery, the New
Delhi state bank told us

that they gave Mrs. Patterson
the money earlier that day.

She took it in a briefcase.

- $2 million cash?
- That's right.

And they took it to Nepal?

They had it when
they left the hotel.

Your Aunt also cleared
out her safe deposit.

- Well, then,
they weren't coming back.
- Apparently they meant to.

They had a reservation
for yesterday,

only they never showed.

They didn't leave a
forwarding address?

No.

Oh, I almost forgot.

They left this at the desk.

It's addressed to your father.

Is it any help?

"Forced to leave in
a short time, sit tight,

we'll try to contact you as
soon as possible. Conny."

No, it's another dead end.

Jeff?

This is Mr. Prasad.

Now, he's the night
clerk in Conny's hotel.

He's got something to tell us.

I promised Mrs. Patterson.

And I promised you, Prasad.

You're not gonna be hurting
her, you're gonna be helping her.

Mr. Prasad, if you
have any information

that might help
us find our aunt,

we'd be very grateful.

She asked me to make a
reservation for her and Mr. Corrigan

at the Hotel Everest
in Katmandu.

And what else?

That is all I know.

Make sure the plane is
ready to go tomorrow morning.

My brother and I are
going to Katmandu.

I am glad that we finally
managed to get together.

It's such a shame
when two families

like the Colbys and the
Cassidys have to feud.

Still, that's all in the past.

Oh, is it?

Your husband has a vivid memory.

Cash tells me he's still sore.

I don't know why, he won.

He usually does.

But that's one advantage
to being a Colby. Power.

There are others.

Such as?

We would have
to ask my children.

They really have had
the best of everything.

You didn't invite me to lunch

to discuss the merits
of being a Colby.

We have a lot in common.

Children, for example.

Your son's name
is Scott, isn't it?

Yes.

That's funny.

That's my maiden name.

My daughter's middle name.

Oh.

My husband chose it.

You love your son
very much, don't you?

And of course, you
want the best for him.

Adrienne.

You know, don't you?

Yes.

Monica told me
Scott is her son...

and Cash's.

Why did you ask me to lunch?

To thank you. I'm
grateful... very grateful,

for everything that you
have done for my grandson.

It must have been
very hard for you.

Don't.

Please. Don't
tell me how it was.

Well, I... we're very grateful,

and now I am going to
ask you to do something...

even harder.

I am going to ask you

not to stand in his way.

Oh.

That's what this is about.

You want him.

We want him back
to raise as a Colby,

with all the advantages
that that implies.

You do want him to have
the best of everything.

He has that.

My husband and
I have seen to it.

- The very best.
- Yes, of course.

But not in Colby
terms. Not even close.

Adrienne,

Scott is Jason's
firstborn grandson.

He'll inherit an immense
financial empire.

Money?

Money? That is all
that you can give him.

No. Not just money. The truth.

He has every right to
know who his real mother is.

That is not a
question of biology.

It's a question of love.

- Monica loves him.
- Oh, God, help him

if he has to depend on that.

He had to once.

Think of Scott.

He has an entire
family waiting for him.

Grandparents, aunts,
uncles, cousins...

just think what we
could do for him.

I have heard a lot about you,

but they didn't do you justice.

You're amazing.

You will think
about it, won't you?

Amazing.

And more than a little crazy.

You invite me to lunch

and expect me to sell
you my son over dessert?

He is not a painting
up for auction.

No. He is my grandchild,
my flesh and blood.

He's mine!

Morally and legally mine!

I've spent the last seven
years rearing, loving that child,

and no one, not you
and your schemes

or your husband and his power

will ever take him away from me.

I'll meet you at the
Japanese Consulate at 4:00.

- I want to talk to you!
- I'm sorry, Monica.

That's all right, Kelly.

I'm pretty busy,
but... You're busy?

Wheeling and dealing
up here in Colby tower,

while that dragon
lady you call a mother

does your dirty work!

What are you talking about?

Oh, the upright,
forthright, Monica Colby.

Hiding behind your
mother's skirts?

If you'll come
down off the ceiling,

maybe I can deal with
whatever's bugging you.

You know what's bugging me.

You had your mother wine and
dine me and offer to buy my son.

- What?
- Twice in my life

I've had to deal
with Colby women.

First that harridan aunt of
yours and now your mother.

I'll be damned if
I'll give in this time.

Adrienne, believe
me, I had no idea

that she would go
behind my back like this.

Well, then you're a
bigger fool than she is.

I'm sorry for whatever
she put you through, but...

we should talk. We have to.

There's only one thing
I have to say to you.

Scott is mine. All mine.

I'm his mother.

If you don't believe that,
check the adoption papers.

And if they don't
convince you, ask him.

Maybe that's not
such a bad idea.

I'll die before I lose my son.

And by God, so will you.

Hi.

Oh, is that new?

My latest concession
to the Colby bulge.

Oh, you look great.

Oh, I look awful.
We both know it.

Oh, you're just
bored being pregnant.

It happens.

Look, I've got just the
thing to cheer you up.

A baby shower.

No thanks.

Oh, I'm gonna take
care of everything.

I just need your help
with the guest list.

I'm really not in the
mood for a baby shower.

Oh, Fallon, come on.

You can't have a baby
without a baby shower.

All those cute little
clothes. It'll be fun.

What is it, Channing?

What is it?

I'm just trying to be friendly.

No, you're awfully
concerned with my welfare.

Ever since our trip
to the Colby lodge?

Couldn't be a guilty
conscience, could it?

Guilty conscience?

I come up here
trying to cheer you up,

and you think it's because I
feel guilty about something?

Well, you're wrong.

I'm not so sure.

I'm beginning to think that
under all that southern charm,

you'd really like
to be rid of me.

Or better yet, my baby.

That's a terrible thing to say.

Oh, I get it.

Francesca's been talking to you.

She thinks I lied about
the phone being dead

when we were
snowed in at the lodge

so the doctor wouldn't come.

Was the phone really dead?

My God.

You don't believe me either.

Maybe that's because
you're not very convincing.

Well, thank you very much.

So much for
trying to be friendly.

When can you ship the Chagall?

Oh, that's fine. I'll have my
assistant make the arrangements.

Are you out of your mind?

How could you do that?

What?

What I told you about
Scott, I told you in confidence.

How could you have talked
about it to anyone else?

Especially Adrienne?

Well, I just thought that
she should be aware

of what we can offer your boy.

I can't believe
I'm hearing this.

Look, we will win
custody of your son.

I was just trying to
avoid a court battle.

We're not going to
win anything, mother.

This isn't a contest.

We're going to
fight for your son.

I'm only trying to help.

This is exactly why I didn't
come to you years ago.

I knew you'd try to take over,

make my decisions for
me, do what you want to do.

Well, not this time.

I may have lost a son...

No. Arthur Cates
says we... you...

Have a very good
chance of getting him back.

But you'll lose a
daughter, I promise you!

I'm not asking you,
mother, I'm telling you!

Stay the hell out of my life!

Careful, Sam.

You might get your nose caught.

I was just admiring the desk.

It's beautiful, beautiful
piece of furniture.

What do you want?

I came by earlier today,

hoping to pour some
oil on troubled waters.

Save your oil, Sam, and
go on back to New York.

And would you tell my uncle

that if he doesn't leave
me and the Colbys alone,

I will tell them the reason that
you're snooping around here.

And it isn't to
admire the furniture.

I'm sorry to hear you
talk like that, Channing,

because there's some things
your uncle could tell the Colbys

about you as well.

Nothing they don't already know.

Including your planned
parenthood program?

Planned parenthood?
What are you talking about?

Come on, Channing.

You know how
close I am to Lucas.

He keeps nothing from me.

Including an interesting
little experience he had

when the two of you were staying

at the Excelsior
hotel here in town?

It seems that he had
a splitting headache,

so he took to hunting through
your pharmaceutical supplies,

hoping to find some relief.

Now instead, guess
what he stumbled on?

Now...

we both wonder what
a poor, barren little girl

would need birth
control pills for.

And I bet her husband
would wonder, too.

He'll never believe
you or my uncle.

It'll be my word against yours.

Ah..

But once planted,
the seeds of doubt

sink their roots
deep into fertile soil.

Besides, your name
is on the prescription.

I swear to God, if my
uncle ruins this marriage...

He'll never tell anyone
about your secret pills

if you don't tell anyone
about his interest

in Jason's dealings
with the communists.

Agreed?

How could she be so ungrateful?

Doesn't she understand how
much this boy will mean to Jason?

Calm yourself,
Sabella. It's her son.

Her decision, whether she
wants to fight for his custody,

not yours.

Well, you're a fount of wisdom
about this grandchild, Zach.

How did you find out
that he's Monica's son?

You've never told me.

I never will.

Our very first lunch together,

remember I told you there
were secrets I would keep,

yes, even from you.

Well, this is one of them.

But this concerns me.

Excuse me.

Zach: Yes? Mm hmm?

Reporter: We're here
outside the grand ballroom

of the Fairchild hotel
in Toronto, Canada,

where Jason Colby is
being honored tonight

by the International
Executive League.

Here he comes now,
our guest of honor,

with his lovely wife.
Excuse me, Mr. Colby...

His wife?

- First of all, congratulations.
- Thank you.

And Mrs. Colby, let me ask you,

how does it feel to be
married to the man of the year?

- I'm not Mrs. Colby yet.
- She soon will be.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.

Oh, I'm not Mrs. Colby yet.

Zach: All right. Thank you.

Well...

good news, about
Ohnishi Electronics.

According to Japanese law,

a foreigner cannot
hold a majority interest

in certain Japanese
corporations.

Fascinating.

Does it become
more so when I tell you

Ohnishi is one of
those corporations,

and that Jason just bought
a majority interest in it?

What's that got to do with me?

Your first chance for revenge.

I told you before,

you can't hurt him in
the bedroom anymore,

but you can in the boardroom.

And tomorrow...

Tomorrow is my first board
meeting at Colby Tower.

Exactly.

Now listen carefully, Sabella.

I am about to give you
your first taste of power.

Real power.

Jason,

I found the cook reading
this rag in the kitchen.

The American
Informer. What's this?

One of those supermarket
scandal sheets?

Somehow, they found out about
your meeting with the soviets.

Yeah.

It's exactly why I
didn't want to have

the damn meeting
in the first place.

They say you're
selling out your country.

Well, do you think anyone
who knows me will believe that?

What about the millions
that don't know you?

There are people out there

that just love to
read dirt like this.

Ignore it, Frankie. That's
the way to handle it.

This time you could destroy
your public support for IMOS.

You've got to do something.

I suppose you're right.

Cash?

Find out who owns
The American...

Informer.

Informer.

Yeah, that's right.

Whoever it is, we have
got to wring him out.

Okay.

Thank you, Ellen,
we'll be in touch.

I'm sorry. It's hopeless.

Oh, come on, Kolya.
Don't lose heart.

There must be someone.

That is the 10th girl.

And not one of them
can compare with Anna.

I must have a partner
I can work with.

And I must have
a star who's happy.

So I found him the most
wonderful new partner.

I've heard that before.

Kolya, I've been
to a lot of trouble.

I've flown her in from New York.

But I'll do anything to
see you smile again.

I am sorry.

Where is she, so
I may smile soon?

Miss Georgina Sinclair
of the New York City ballet.

Georgina, I'd like to
introduce you to Nikolai Rostov,

and to my daughter, Bliss.

Oh, we already know
each other. Don't we, Kolya?

Yes, last year. How
have you been, Gina?

I've kept myself busy.

So you want to be my partner?

You said you wanted to
dance with me one day.

Remember?

The opening night of our season?

How could I forget?

Your performance
was... magnificent.

Now is your chance.

Shall we see if we
have the right chemistry?

All right, but the minute
you hear anything,

you call me up.
You understand me?

Oh, and Cates?

Thanks for keeping
me posted on this.

Goodbye.

You okay, daddy?

Yeah, I'm fine.

They've finally traced
Conny and Hutch.

They are somewhere in Katmandu.

Katmandu?

- Well, that wasn't
on their itinerary.
- I know that.

Miles and Jeff are
there now though,

tracking them down, I hope.

Well, I wish I had some
news to cheer you up.

You met the Japanese
Charge d'affaires, didn't you?

Brace yourself.

They have a law forbidding
any foreign national

from controlling a high-tech
Japanese corporation.

What?

Why the hell didn't somebody
tell me that in the first place?

Well, it happened during the
changeover, when Garrett left.

Then Ohnishi kept quiet for a while,
I guess hoping to drive up their stock.

Daddy, a Colby takeover sells.

Anyway, the bottom line is,

we had to divest nearly
half of our shareholdings.

Well, at least there's
one consolation.

If we can't control Ohnishi,

neither can Zach Powers.

I wish I had some better news.

- See you later, daddy...
- Honey...

I was pretty rough
on you the other day.

I'm sorry. I...

Did you work out your
problem with Cash?

Let's just say we
reached a temporary truce.

That's all you want to tell me?

Yes.

I'm taking your advice and
leaving my emotions at home.

I enjoyed that as much
as I thought I would.

Dance instructor:
Thank you, Georgina.

Well? What do you think?

Isn't she divine?

She will do.

She will do very well.

I told you I'd find the
perfect partner for him.

Well, at least I've made
one daughter happy.

And where would my
lady like to lunch today?

Would you be bored if I
said, "The usual place"?

Nothing about you bores me.

Lunch with you doesn't bore me.

I'll have Sharen call and
tell them we're on our way.

Sorry to barge in on
you like this, Jason.

- Hello, Francesca.
- Hello.

I wanted you to
be the first to hear.

Hear what?

Well, first the good news.

The Soviets are off our backs.

It's about time.

Well, after your session
in Toronto with them,

they're convinced IMOS
poses no military threat to them.

And now you can tell
the boys in Washington

I don't want to hear
any more about it.

What's the bad news?

Well, this could
hit close to home.

The story about you in
the American Informer?

It came straight
from the publisher.

What's his name?

Well, officially it's
a corporation called

'The American Front.'

But in fact?

It's a blind for
Cartercon Publishing.

Lucas Carter is
responsible for that piece?

You got it. Every last word.

That's why his lawyer was
asking me all those questions.

Sam Erskine?

- What sort of questions?
- Yesterday,

as I was getting ready
to go to the airport,

he dropped by to see Channing.

Then he started quizzing
me about your trip to Toronto.

I thought I played dumb, but...

maybe I gave something away.

No, sweetheart, that story
was written long before.

He's fishing, to confirm
something Lucas already knows.

Sharen,

find out where Sam
Erskine is staying.

That's right, Lucas
Carter's lawyer.

Mind if I take a rain check
on that lunch I promised you?

Of course not.

I'm lunching with somebody else.

I plan to make that
man eat his words.

So...

you saw Lucas'
journalistic endeavor, mm?

Along with half the country.

Are you sure you won't join me?

I had these flown
in from Baton Rouge.

How can Lucas publish
such a piece of trash

like the American Informer?

He's rather proud
of that piece of trash.

It gives him a chance to
say some things he can't

in his fancier magazines.

Is that why he hides behind
a dummy corporation print it?

I'm sure he regretted

putting a spoke in
your wheel, Mr. Colby.

I gather he felt that
he had to stop you

just in case you had a
mind to run for public office.

I'm no politician.

That's what all you boys say,

until someone dangles
a carrot in front of you.

Governor, Senator...

those are some
mighty tasty carrots.

So he's smearing me now

in case I run for office later?

He has kept his eye
on you and your sister

for some time now.

He doesn't trust profiteers
who live for gain alone,

especially when his own
country has to pay the price.

What the devil are
you talking about?

That handsome little oil
deal with the red Chinese.

Washington wanted that deal.

I suppose they also
wanted you to handover

technological secrets
to the Russians.

The Soviets had
nothing to do with IMOS.

I fought that
battle and I won it.

Well, I'm sure that's your story

and you've heard my client's.

He has a feeling that...

it's his patriotic duty
to warn the public that

Jason Colby is not above
selling out his own country

if the price is right.

In other words, he's
calling me a traitor.

Mr. Colby,

he doesn't have to ram
the shoe on your foot.

It's a perfect fit.

Well, you try this on for size.

I'm filing a $20 million
libel suit against Lucas

and his sleazy scandal sheet.

This is not my kind of game,

but believe me,
I know the rules.

Lucas?

Colby just left.

He's going to sue.

No, no, Lucas,

this must never come to court.

You'll have to find some
other way to take care of him.

Fast.

Come to order.

The first item on the agenda,

I am pleased to report
we have finally satisfied

the Soviet's
anxieties about IMOS.

All together: Oh, well done.

Now, maybe we can settle down

and try to put that
satellite up in orbit.

Next item on the agenda,

is the problem with
Ohnishi Electronics.

I'm afraid we have
to face the fact...

Sable: Good afternoon, everyone.

Darling, I am sorry I'm late.

Sable.

You didn't expect me to miss
my first board meeting, did you?

By no means.

I believe you all know our
newest member, Sable Colby?

- Hello.
- Nice to see you again.

- How are you?
- Nice to see you.

You can, ah, sit right...
That's Conny's chair.

Well...

as she's not here,

I'm sure she won't
mind just this once.

Fine.

As I was saying,

since we can't continue
in control of Ohnishi,

I recommend we
liquidate and takeover

the best American
firm in the field,

which is certainly
Southwest Synchrodyne.

Any comment?

- Mr. Stevens?
- Why unload Ohnishi?

It's the best in its
field, internationally.

We did research on that, Don.

You'll find a report on it
right there in your board file.

Within the next year, Southwest
will take over the lead from Ohnishi.

No question.

We still have to work
with the Japanese.

They won't be happy if we
drop their prime contributor

to the IMOS project.

Mr. Fielding.

Jason, isn't the real reason
you're dumping Ohnishi

a little more personal?

Not at all.

It's for the best
interest of the company.

Well, Zach Powers also has
a minority interest in Ohnishi.

Jason: I'm aware of that, Fred.

My feelings about
Mr. Powers are no secret.

You all remember the
trouble he gave us last year,

when he muscled in on
our Denver-Carrington deal.

Believe me, he will not
hesitate to do it again

with his stake in Ohnishi.

Any more comment?

Then the chair will entertain
a motion to sell out our block

of holdings in
Ohnishi Electronics,

and tender an offer to acquire
Southwest Synchrodyne.

- I so move.
- I second.

Any call or question?

All those in favor?

One, two, three.

Opposed?

One, two, three, four, five.

I hold proxies from
Jeff and Conny.

So adding those to my
vote, that makes five for,

five against.

With two abstentions.

It's a tie.

As chairman and
chief executive officer...

Mr. chairman? I haven't voted.

I assumed you were abstaining.

I didn't see you
raise your hand.

Look again.

I vote no. We stay with Ohnishi.

So noted.

Five for, six against.

Motion defeated.

Have you lost your mind?

No, I'm still perfectly sane.

Well, then what kind of an idiot
game were you playing just now?

Game?

I simply believe that
Ohnishi Electronics

is better equipped to
deal with the IMOS project,

that's all.

Of course, I may be biased,

being one of its owners.

What?

I bought the
shares you divested.

Wasn't that terribly
clever of me.

Now Zach owns a
third of what's available,

and then you and
I own a third each.

One big, happy family.

This was Zach's idea.

Well, give me some credit,

he didn't have to
mention it twice.

You know, I can understand
being angry at me,

but what you just did
hurt our company badly.

Our family's company.

You embarrassed me,
you embarrassed yourself...

Well, I'm used to
being embarrassed.

In fact, I am used to being
humiliated on television

in front of the whole
world, thanks to you.

What are you talking about?

Letting that reporter introduce
Francesca as Mrs. Jason Colby.

Well, he didn't
know. I corrected him.

Oh, yes. What was
the phrase you used?

"No, but she will be soon."

Well, that's-that's petty.

It's spiteful.

You're a child.

A willful, dangerous, child.

No, I'm just giving you a
taste of your own medicine.

It seems that you can dish
out pain, but you can't take it.

Tell me, Jason, how does it feel
to lose a round once in a while?

Look, Monica,
whatever bruises you got

from my wife or your mother,

understand that I'll go along
with any decision you make.

I'm only asking you to
think about what I said.

I think you'd better go.

No, damn it, we are
gonna resolve this now.

- Cash, there is no...
- Don't you understand?

Yours and Scott's are
the only lives I care about.

More than I care about my own.

Even if we loved each
other, that's not enough.

Why? Because of Adrienne?

Yeah, she's done a
good job raising Scott,

and she loves him.

Oh, Cash, we're
hurting her already.

You should have
seen her in my office.

Look, deep inside she's
known from the start

this day might come.

Every adoptive
parent knows that.

We don't have the
right to do this to her.

Well, what about his rights?

You carried him,
you gave birth to him,

he comes from you.

It's his right to know that.

It's your right to
have him know it.

He'll be so hurt
when he finds out.

But he's going to find out.

Don't you think
it would hurt less

if he found out from us?

What is so terrible about
wanting the three of us

to be a family?

He deserves that.

So do you.

I want it so much.

But it scares me.

Let your child love you.

Let me love you again,

and don't shut us out this time.

Jeff: The doorman
at the Everest Hotel

told us they hired a
car to come out here?

Monk: Yes,

Mrs. Patterson and
her friend, Mr. Corrigan,

arrived here to see one
of our lay monks on retreat.

Jeff: Why would Conny
want to see a Tibetan monk?

Miles: So where is he?

What's his name?

Within our Sunga, our Order,

he is called Ketsle Kempo.

Jeff: What's his name
outside your Sunga?

Monk: He's American,
I think, or English.

I can tell you no
more than that.

Miles: You can't or you won't?

Monk: When a man seeks escape

from the material
world in our confines,

he does so with the knowledge

that he will remain
safe and anonymous.

We have to find out what
happened to our aunt.

I'm sorry, I cannot help you.

Look, our aunt and her
friend may be in great danger.

We believe they were
carrying $2 million in cash,

which is more than enough
to warrant a kidnapping

or a murder.

Now we're trying to
respect your traditions here,

but, please, this is a
matter of life and death.

Won't you tell us what you know?

His name is Parker. Hoyt Parker.

Good. Can we talk to him?

Ketsle Kempo departed
shortly after your aunt visited him.

- And where did he go?
- I don't know.

He left his cell
in a great hurry.

Well, can we see it?

Again, our rules do
not permit... Please.

He may have left
something behind

that might lead us to her.

Hey, Miles, check this out.

He knows who she is.

Miles: Yeah, and
what she's worth.

Monk: He left that behind.

A man from the police
is here to see you.

He has news of your aunt.

To the sweet taste of revenge.

Oh, you should have seen
the look on Jason's face

when I told him I'd bought up
the Ohnishi stock he'd divested.

You were right, Zach.

Power is the
greatest high of all.

Power in general, or
Powers in particular?

Both. You must be pleased, too.

To my excellent professor.

I'll be far happier
when hurting Jason

no longer gives you
so much pleasure.

Maybe then you'll take my proposal
of marriage more seriously, eh?

Oh, Zach.

Sorry to disturb
you, Mr. Powers.

I was told to give you this.

Ah, thank you.

Something the matter?

Um, oh, an unnecessary
inconvenience, Sabella.

It will only take a
minute. Excuse me.

Now what's so important
you have to take me away

from my lovely dinner companion?

Just a friendly warning.

Warning?

I know what you're
doing and I don't like it.

Using Sable as a
puppet in my boardroom.

My puppet? Sable?

Oh, no, no. Jason,
you created her.

I only helped pull the strings.

You make me feel sorry for her.

Why? She's enjoying herself.

But if you're not,

then you'd better learn to
pick your enemies more wisely.

Of course, I do have
some influence with her.

Maybe I can put in
a good word for you.

A good word from you?
I can live without that.

We all need our
backs scratched, Jason.

It's the one spot we
can't reach ourselves.

I'll call off Sable,

if you let me in on
the IMOS project.

You keep on itching, friend.

As for Sable, I've dealt
with her for 28 years.

I guess I can deal with her now.

You think so?

Then you learned very little
in all those years, darling.

But don't worry.

School has just begun.

Excuse me, Mr. Colby?

You have a long-distance
call. They said it was urgent.

Jason Colby?

Yes, who's this?

India? Yes, Jeff?

Jeff, is that you?

What? Is... The connection is...

There. That's better.

Wait, I can't...

Ye... no.

No, tha-that can't be true...

Oh, Jason, what's
wrong? What's happened?

Oh, my God.

Has something happened to Miles?

No, not Miles.

It's Conny.

She's dead.

Conny's dead.