All language subtitles for Dynasty s04e14 Lancelot.eng

All right, Kirby.

Follow my finger.

Back again.

Good.

Good. Well, that does it.

We'd like to take
your blood pressure now.

Mrs. Carrington, did you see this
in the morning paper?

No, l didn't.

Must be terribly exciting
owning such a fabulous horse.

Yes, it is. But l only own half of him.

Would you check
with Dr. Winfield's nurse?

Mrs. Colby's been in with him
for a long time.

A simple swollen finger.

lf Kystle hadn't dragged me in here,
l wouldn't be wasting your time.

Ten swollen fingers.

And let's not wory about my time,
Kirby, let's wory about you.

l'm tempted to diagnose
mild preeclampsia.

You have an electrolyte imbalance
in your bloodstream

that could cause problems
with your nervous system.

Your blood pressure's high,

and at this stage of your pregnancy,
that's not good.

But we'll get it down,
and the swelling along with it.

Thank you.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Kirby,

l want you to get home,
get in bed, and stay there.

- Bed?
- This is serious business.

l'll be checking you evey 48 hours.

And if this condition gets worse,

l'm gonna have to put you
in the hospital.

All right, doctor.

Thank you.

Mrs. Wunderlich,
the doctor will see you now.

l'm sory it took so long.

- What did he say? What's wrong?
- Wrong? Nothing's wrong.

lt's just tension. A lot of tension.

A divorce? Why?

Well, l guess it's the classic reason,
Blake.

- Kirby and l iust don't get along.
- Incompatibility?

- That's as good a word as any.
- But throwing away a marriage...

Jeff, this doesn't sound like you.

Well, we've made a decision,
and that's it.

We didn't wanna tell you
before the wedding.

- We felt we didn't want to upset you.
- Well, l am upset.

Not because of myself.
Not even because of you and Kirby.

There is a child involved in this,
an unborn child,

to whom you and Kirby
have a tremendous responsibility.

We've thought about that,

but we still intend
to go ahead with the divorce.

Jeff, l know there must be differences
between you two,

but l know you both.

l would like to sit down
with the two of you and talk.

Just talk.

Maybe help you
to resolve some of those differences.

Sort them out.

Well, l'm sory, Blake.
There's nothing that can be sorted out.

l mean that.

Kirby's gonna be fine.

She said the doctor told her
it was just tension.

lt's this thing with Jeff.

You know, l've loved both those kids
as if they were my own.

They're both caring and responsible
and decent.

And now there's
this sudden irresponsibility.

A divorce. l just don't understand it.

They're both eveything
you just said.

They're adults now.

When you talked to Jeff about it,

all he said was incompatibility?

Yeah, that's all he said. Why?

Just wondering.

Do you know something
that l don't know?

There's always more going on
between people

than anybody understands.

Well, l know Jeff
and l know that he's hiding s! omething.

l wanna know
just what that something is.

Hello, Mrs. Carrington,
Mr. Carrington.

Hello, Tony.

How's that new foal?
Eveything all right?

- Just fine, sir.
- Did the vet come out to see him?

Left iust a little while ago.
Let me give you a leg up.

What are you thinking about?

Or should l ask whom?

''Whom,'' as in you.

Something complimentay, l hope.

Oh, yes, vey.

When l see you,
something happens.

You've brought excitement
back into my life.

What are you doing?

l think we should have a real party.

l'd rather not.

Besides...

You didn't know
that l indulge from time to time?

No, l didn't.

J
Well

l find it vey stimulating.

l've seen too many people
go down the drain on that stuff.

So l'll stick with this.

Well, maybe you won't ty one
this time,

but you'll change your mind
eventually.

This is Alexis Colby. l'd like to speak
to the sommelier, please.

This is Mrs. Colby.
l'd like you to send a bottle--

No. Make that a magnum
of Dom P�rignon

to the table where my son
is celebrating his birthday tonight.

Present it to his wife with this note:

''Lots of success on your party tonight.
Love, Alexis.''

What was that all about?

Call it balance.

Balance, meaning?

Keeping people off it.

- Yes?
- Mr. Dexter's on h�s way up.

Thank you, Paul.

Your Mr. Dexter's on his way up.

- Is he?
- That's what the man said.

So you're on your way
to that charity whatever,

and l'm on my way down to the gym,
unless you want me to stick around

and take a couple more orders
from that creep.

Mark, l told Mr. Dexter

that l would not tolerate
any repetition of that fight.

And l won't tolerate any repetition
of that fight from you either.

l hired you to protect me.

Yes, l know, against people
who are out to see you dead.

And Dexter isn't one of them.

Okay, Alexis.

Well, he's tall.

He's dark.

He's not that hard on the eyes.

Why don't you send the bum back
where he belongs, huh?

On the tennis court.

That's my business.

l thought l'd told you
l was taking my own car,

and that l'd meet you at the party.

Well, l decided otherwise.
How about that?

You know, l don't appreciate people
who don't listen to me.

Except that l'm not just people.

ln fact, l consider myself
somebody vey special

as far as you're concerned.

The fact that l gave you that necklace
you're wearing,

and the fact that you accepted it,
should prove that.

Oh, Dex.

l am extremely fond of you.

And l'm more than fond of you.

Alexis,

what would you say if l told you
l was falling in love with you?

That l'm really
falling in love with you.

l'd say,

''Don't.''

lt might spoil things between us.

And...

And?

And l'd also say,

''Why don't you call downstairs
and cancel my car?''

And mine?

Oh, no. Why don't you tell them

to leave yours in the garage
for a while?

lt'll be safe, though.

You may not be that safe here.

Hope not.

''All success. Much love, Alexis.''

There, you see? We were both wrong.
She really does like you.

Well, again, happy birthday, Steven.

- Thank you, Dad.
- Happy birthday.

- Happy birthday.
- Thanks.

Wish Fallon could have been here.

l think she's a little tied up
with some personal business.

Besides, she offered me another
birthday dinner sometime next week,

and who am l to argue?

Excuse me a moment, please.

Oh, Fallon.

Oh, hi, Daddy.

l got a message saying
that you wanted to talk to me.

- Something about Adam.
- Adam. Oh, him.

That can wait. Don't wory.

Hey.

You do know that you own this hotel,
don't you?

How do you think it looks for you to be
carying a bottle of champagne?

- A bottle you don't even need.
- Oh, come on.

- No, no, no. It's not funny.
- Daddy, now, relax.

Be a little more European.

Where are you going?

To visit a friend
who's throwing a little party.

l know, you're worried about my getting
involved in this divorce situation

with Jeff and Kirby, aren't you?

- Yes, l am.
- Well, don't wory, darling.

l had a night to think it over,

and l realised that this divorce
is between Jeff and Kirby

and no one else.

And you were right.

But that's no surprise.
You usually are.

ls there something else
that's bothering you, darling?

Nothing, really.

l have a few phone calls to make,
so don't wait.

l'll meet you downstairs.

All right.

Hello. This is Mrs. Carrington.

l'd like to confirm my appointment
for today.

- Morning, Daddy.
- Morning, Fallon.

- Just coffee, Sarah.
- Yes, Mrs. Colby.

Sausages are excellent.
Homemade by Mrs. Gunnerson.

She must be
in an exceptionally good mood.

l'm not hungy, Daddy.

Those croissants
are cying for you to take one of them.

l'd like to discuss business,
if you don't mind, not food.

lt's about Adam.

Now, if you wanna trust him

with supervising
your real-estate investments,

that is up to you.

But l don't want him
to push me around

when l'm tying to do something
that's special and beautiful.

We are talking about the new annex
for La Mirage and its cost, aren't we?

Which are high, l admit that.

But l'm gonna make a lot back
with vey happy customers.

And l don't buy Adam's line

about Peter's architect
being too extravagant.

Fallon, let me say this to you.
Adam is smart.

We all know that.

He's particularly smart
about the real-estate field.

Now, l must confess to you
that l've been warned

that Peter De Vilbis was a high roller.

And that's fine, as long as he's dealing
with his own money.

But when he begins
to ty to influence you,

now, that's another thing.

l don't appreciate
your use of the word ''influence.''

All right, give me time,
l'll think of a more appropriate word.

ln the meantime,
l'll go over those cost sheets by myself.

l will talk to Peter
as an uninvolved party.

Now, is that all right with you?

That's fine. Thanks.

By the way,

you're walking a lot straighter
this morning than you did last night.

lndeed.

- He's sure frism this morning, huh?
- He sure is.

Tony, l've asked you three times
to get the stable phone fixed.

We're working on it right now.

Okay. Well, l'd like to ride Samson
this afternoon.

So have him ready for me
at about 4:OO, okay?

He hasn't been ridden all week.
He will be pretty hard to handle.

Why don't you take another horse?
There are plenty to go around.

l know, Jeff. l was here
when most of them were born.

Look, l'm a hell of a lot stronger rider
than you are.

l don't think
you should take Samson out today.

Well, thanks for that
overwhelming vote of no confidence.

Seems to be an epidemic
this morning.

Don't wory,
l can take care of myself.

Heavy day?

l'm taking a flying lesson with Peter.

At least there's one person
who thinks l can do something right.

Damn it, Fallon.
l don't want you flying with that guy.

- Oh, no?
- No.

- Too dangerous?
- Yes, vey dangerous.

Why don't you say
what you really mean?

- What are you talking about?
- Oh, come on, Jeff.

What you're really thinking is
you don't want me sleeping with him.

Yes, l am upset.

- Vey upset.
- Because l agree with Dr. Miller?

Mrs. Carrington, you came to me
for a second opinion.

l came here for some sign of hope.

That another doctor might say

there was a chance
l could have a baby.

l know, and l wish l could disagree
with Dr. Miller's findings.

- But you can't.
- No, l can't.

We've discussed your uterine problem,
Mrs. Carrington.

And while it might be possible
for you to get pregnant,

your chances of carying to term
are practically impossible

and, quite frankly, vey dangerous.

- l was afraid you'd say that.
- l'm sory, Mrs. Carrington.

l hope Kirby's following my instructions
to the letter.

Evey last one of them.

What instructions? l thought
there was nothing wrong with Kirby.

Well, l'm afraid
if she doesn't rest and do as l told her,

it could be vey serious.

Oh, Tracy,
do you know where Kystle is?

Oh, she had an appointment outside
the office, but she didn't say where.

ls something the matter?

Oh, l iust got a call
from the Energy Studies Commission.

They moved that meeting
up to this afternoon.

Oil policy.

They're tying to put the squeeze
on me about leases,

in areas that are absolutely vital
to this state.

l know some of those people.

Now they're gonna ty
to put me on the spot.

Ask me some questions
that might need updating.

From your lovely
public-relations director.

No problem.

Tell me where she's to meet you
and when.

lt's the Capitol building,
Room 1 8, at 2:OO.

Okay. l'll leave it right here,
just in case l miss her.

Thank you vey much.

Did you find the papers
you were looking for, Mr. Carrington?

Yes, Gerard. They were on the desk,
where l left them.

Kirby.

Kirby.

Gerard? Somebody? Call a doctor.

- Kystle.
- What's happened?

- l don't know what's wrong with her.
- l'll call a doctor.

- Mr. Carrington.
- Oh, Tracy.

Kystle hasn't come back
to the office.

She hasn't?
Oh, l wonder where she could be.

Well, l still don't know.
Anyway, l'm here.

Oh, what l mean is
l would be happy to pinch-hit for her

if you think l could be of some help.

- Well, fine. Thank you vey much.
- Excuse me.

You are the best, Mr. Carrington.
You wanna look your best.

Well, thank you.

- How's Kirby, Mr. Carrington?
- She's asleep, Jeannette.

Those two little boys,
aren't they beautiful?

The Carrington heirs.
How your father loves them.

He'd give their parents the world
for what they've given him.

Yes.

The world.

Rest. Just rest.

- Dr. Winfield--
- No. He was here, and he's gone now.

Kystle as well.
And l've been with you too.

Kirby,

why did you ignore
what the doctor said, to stay in bed?

Ever since that night
that we were together,

and this baby was conceived...

lt wasn't meant to be.

And whatever happens now,
we deserve.

That's not true.

What we deserve
is a wonderful child.

And you mustn't endanger its life
or yours.

- l don't care about my life.
- You have to, Kirby.

Because it's our life now,
and our child's.

Our baby is going to be a Carrington.

And you know what that means.

But what we have to wory about
right now is you.

You're weak, and you're drained.

But you don't have to fight this alone.

l have enough strength
for both of us.

Let me help you,
and let's stop hiding the truth.

And let me tell eveyone
that l'm the father of this baby.

That you're going to mary me,
be my wife.

Mary me, Kirby.

lt guarantees the future
for all three of us.

- Hello, darling.
- Oh, hello, Blake.

- Eveything all right?
- Yes.

l was worried about you.

- Why were you worried about me?
- Well, that commission meeting.

What commission meeting?

You'll be happy to know

that your bright
and attractive assistant, Miss Kendall

stood in for you perfectly
this afternoon.

What are you talking about?

The Energy Studies Commission
meeting.

The fact that l'd planned
to meet you there this afternoon.

lt was all spelled out
in the note that Tracy left for you.

She didn't leave me a note.

l saw her write it.
She left it right there on your desk.

Well, l didn't see it.

- Yes?
- It's Marc�a, Mrs. Carr�ngton.

- Is Mr. Carr�ngton w�th you?
- Yes, l'm here, Marcia.

The governor's o_�ce �s call�ng.
It sounds urgent.

Well, thank you.
l'll take it in my office.

l'll see you later.

Would you ask Tracy to come in,
please?

At your service, madam.

- Blake said you left me a note.
- About the meeting.

Didn't you see it?

No, l didn't.

Well, that's strange.
That is vey strange.

Because when l left
it was right on top of your'desk.

Well, that is strange,
because it's not here now.

Well, l don't understand.
It was there.

How did it get down there?

Oh, no.

l didn't think to weight it down.

There must've been a draught
from the door. Kystle, l am so sory.

Tracy, l got back in plenty of time
to have made that meeting myself.

You're angy with me.

And you should be.

l don't know what else l can say.

lt's all right.

ln fact, l should probably thank you
for filling in for me.

l'm sory.

Well, that makes us even.

Thanks for being
so understanding, Kystle.

l don't mean to be rude, Mr. Maurier,
but when l phoned Peter,

l expected to meet with him,
not with his lanyer.

He does extend his regrets,
Mr. Carrington.

He had to fly out suddenly.
Chicago, overnight.

The least he could have done
would be to let me know.

- May l fix you a drink?
- No, thank you.

Mr. Carrington, he went to Chicago

to check out a hotel
he's interested in buying.

But as his attorney, l speak for him.

And he tells me you're concerned

about his architect's plans
for you daughter's hotel.

Concerned? It's a lot more than that,
Mr. Maurier.

You see, l've gone over the plans
and the cost sheets personally.

When l discovered
tens of thousands of dollars

being wasted on frivolities,
l think that's a bit much.

l said that to Peter myself.

His answer:

''lf you wanna do successful business
with successful people,

you give them what they expect,

and then you add
a couple of luxurious surprises.''

Ridiculously expensive
Iuxurious surprises?

Mr. Carrington,
Iet me put it to you this way.

Peter De Vilbis thinks big. It works.
You think big. It works.

So why should two men
who think the same way disagree?

Well, when the man
who you say thinks as big as l do

comes back from Chicago,

tell him if he wants to see me,
l can be reached in my office.

Come in.

l'm sory, sweetheart.

l would've gotten here sooner,
but l just got the news from Kystle.

- It's all right.
- No, none of this is all right.

lf l had known you were sick,

l wouldn't have agreed
to start the divorce.

lt's already started.

Well, it's not too late to call it off.

l wanna phone Andrew Laird
and tell him to drop it, at least for now.

l'm not gonna walk out on you
while you're in trouble like this.

Always my knight in shining armour.

But...

But what?

lt's too late for knights.

For gallanty.

l've made other plans for my life.

As soon as the divorce is final,
l'm going to mary Adam.

What?

Are you crazy?

Are you out of your mind?
After what he did to you?

You raped that girl?

Kirby and l
were two vey lonely people.

We had some champagne.
We had too much champagne.

Don't give me any damned excuses.

Rape has got nothing to do with that,
it's got to do with violence.

lt's an act of abuse and violence.

Another time, they'd have dragged you
out to the centre of the square

and horsewhipped you.
Branded you an animal.

My God, that child.

That child is yours, isn't it?

- That's what Jeff wouldn't tell me.
- Couldn't tell you, Father.

Any more than l could,
until Kirby agreed to mary me.

l know how you must feel right now,

living in this house with all these lies.

Betrayed by your family,
by the people you love.

But please don't blame Kirby.

She's suffered too much already.

The blame is mine.

Only mine.

l'll go.

Go where?

Out of this house, out of your life.

Move back to Billings with Kirby.

We can live there.
l can practise law there again.

l can make a life there
with Kirby and the baby.

Oh, no.

You're not going anywhere,
do you understand that?

- No, l don't.
- You're my son.

And damn it, you're going to stay
right here in this house.

And you're gonna learn what it is
to behave like a man.

Like a Carrington.

- You really want me to stay?
- l insist that you stay.

All right.

Father.

l love you vey much.

And l will change.

Please believe me.

l don't understand it, Steven.
l just don't understand any of it.

You're moving in with them?

Yes, today.
Saturday is a good day to start.

Strange. l thought l heard you declare
your independence

as far as your father was concerned.

l did, and this isn't compromising it.

But l'm also a father, and l'm putting
the safety of my child first.

Steven, may l remind you
that it was l who suggested

that you and Claudia
move out of your apartment

and into
a perfectly beautiful duplex here?

Which, as it happens,
is still available.

l understand your father's
on his way to Los Angeles.

Something to do with a race
or something.

His adoring wife's adored horse.
Why don't you go ahead with--?

Mother, l appreciate
your wanting us to be near you,

but this is iust
another apartment building.

Darling, this is an apartment hotel with
room service whenever you need it.

No matter what you call it,
this is a building,

not a home with guarded grounds
and a security staff.

We'd still have to take the baby out
to the public park.

My mind is made up, okay?

Okay.

As long as it's your mind
and not your wife's.

Meaning?

Steven, you're
one of the sweetest, kindest

and most patient young men
that l have ever known.

But do you really think
that you're helping Claudia

by indulging her in her fears
and her--?

Her what?

Her paranoia.

- This is not a case of paranoia.
- Isn't it?

Going along with the imaginings
of a panicking nursemaid?

l mean, have you actually seen
this imaginay man in the park?

No, l have not.
But that's beside the point.

Well, you may as well
face this fact, Steven.

Your wife has been
in a mental institution twice,

and both times for the same reason:

because she has difficulty
in separating reality from fantasy.

Wrong tense, Mother.
She had trouble.

And now l suppose she's cured.

Yes, she's well
and she has a vey firm gri'p on reality.

So can we just drop it?

All right, it's dropped.

l'm wrong, and you're right.

Steven, one thing.

Whenever you have a problem,
l'll always be here to help you with it.

Always.

- l'll see you.
- Yes, darling.

That's right,
Mrs. Carrington's out of town.

She'll be back
sometime later this evening.

Whom shall l say called?

My name �sn't �mportant.
What l have to say �s.

l'm gonna take everyth�ng she loves,
start�ng tomorrow.

Who is this? Hello?

Around the clubhouse turn,
�t's Soused Aga�n �n front,

w�th Allegree follow�ng �n second.

Then Aren't You Smart �s th�rd,
and Mr. Ch�pper fourth by three.

Yellow Angel �s f�fth.

Master f�elds
moves to the back stretch.

Soused Aga�n �n front by a length.
Allegree second by a head.

- That's it. Go with him.
- Come on.

--mo lengths, followed by Paranormal
�n fourth by three.

Yellow Angel �s �n f�fth.

- They're on the f�nal turn.
- Oh, he's going!

lt's Soused Aga�n �n front.

And there goes Allegree
up on the outs�de.

Now �t's Allegree
putt�ng ahead �n front.

Soused Aga�n �s second,

w�th Mr. Ch�pper there
bemeen them �n th�rd.

M�ddle of the racetrack,
Yellow Angel �s rally�ng strongly

at the top of the stretch.

Allegree, �n a fur�ous dr�ve,
ma�nta�ns the lead,

w�th Yellow Angel com�ng
on the outs�de.

Come on, Allegree! Come on!

--bemeen them, �n close-up.
It's Allegree �n front.

Allegree �s the leader
by a half-length.

- You can do it!
- Yes!

--fourth. In the front...
Allegree �n front.

He's yours.

Come on.

Good race, George. Good race.
Congratulations.

Well done, Jack. Won that nicely.

Yeah, that's the way to win them,
you know?

Good day, isn't it?

- Here we go.
- Okay.

Mrs. Carrington, congratulations.

How does it feel to be the owner of one
of the best 2-year-olds in the county?

l'm only part owner,
but it feels wonderful.

This is the other owner.
Mr. De Vilbis.

How do you do, sir?

Do you think you'll run Allegree
in the Futurity?

You'll have to ask our trainer
about that.

Mr. Crager.

- Do you think you'll run him...?
- l wanted to ask you something.

This is so exciting for Peter.

- And for you too.
- Yeah.

l was right, wasn't l?

About his winning?
We figured he might.

No. About Peter.

lt's serious between the two of you,
isn't it?

Yes, it is serious.

As in marriage serious?

Maybe.

lf he asks me.

We didn't breed this colt.

We bought a half-interest
from Mr. De Vilbis a while back.

Thank you, Mr. Carrington,
Mr. De Vilbis.

- We'll see the director's room, Blake.
- Fine.

Well, been some exciting day,
hasn't it, pretty lady?

Oh, Blake.

You know, l never understood
people's love of racing

and the thrill of winning until now.

Oh, thank you
for my wedding present.

ls that all you're gonna say?
Thank you?

You can do better than that.

- l love you.
- Well, that's somewhat better.

And l was wondering, Father,
with all your contacts,

isn't there something you could do
to hury this divorce through?

l want to mary Kirby
as quickly as possible.

l want my child to be born
with my name. Carrington.

You're a lanyer, Adam.

You must know that things
don't move quickly in a case like this.

There must be a way.

How's Kirby? Any better?

Well, she's feeling better,
but she's still vey pale.

Excuse me, there's a phone call.

l'm gonna spend some time with her.

- It's for Mrs. Carrington.
- Oh, who's calling, Gerard?

lt's the same man
who called yesterday.

- Who is that?
- Mr. Carrington, l...

Let me take the call.

- Who is this?
- l wanna talk to Mrs. Carr�ngton.

This is Mr. Carrington.
Anything you say, you can say to me.

Allegree.
You bemer check on h�m now.

- Any luck, Tony?
- No sign of him.

- Nobody's seen him around.
- A horse disappears.

- What the hell is going on here?
- Like l told you, l don't know.

He had a good flight back.
l saw the horse put in the stall.

Tony and l,
we had something to eat,

watched a little N,
and then turned in.

So somebody came in the night
and took Allegree.

l'm afraid the word isn't ''took,'' Fallon.
It's ''kidnapped.''

l'll tell you, sir, wasn't that easy
to find these violets.

Not much demand for them
anymore.

lt's too bad. They certainly are pretty.
Romantic and pretty.

Now, are you sure
you want this plain box?

We have a box
with our name on it that--

Twenty dollars,
you have change coming.

Wrestling with my wife,
good exercise.

We got a lot of packing to do.

''Wrestling beats packing.''
Old _erbaijan saying.

And vey true.

You're cra--

See?

lnterruptions. Interruptions.

Who is it?

''Claudia Blaisdel.''

Secret admirer
who doesn't know your new name?

Well, there are so many.

You don't like violets.

You hate violets.
You're allergic to violets.

lt's been so long
since anyone sent them to me.

Oh, my God.

What is it? What does it say?

ls that some sort of
a private message?

Sort of.

He always used to send me violets.

Who?

Matthew.

Lancelot was the name that l gave him
when we were first married.

Claudia,

Matthew's gone.

He's dead.

These were sent
by some practical joker.

A vey sick practical ioker,
do you understand?

l know.

But who would do this to me?

And why?

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