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All right, come on in.

Put it right over there.

They must have her out walking.

That's fine. Fine, just...

Thank you very much.

Yeah, that looks good.

You know,
I think Fallon was 8 years old--

Yes, it was her 8th birthday.

--when I took her to the
St. Dennis Club for the first time

for a real grown-up lunch.

And she ordered pate Strasbourg,
Chateaubriand and French pastry.

Not quite.
A cheeseburger and a banana split.

Keep smiling like that,
will you, darling?

She needs our smiles.

Maybe we can get her out of this...
this mood that she's in.

It'll pass, Blake. Just give her time.

Security, please dial the operator.

- Hello.
- You look lovely, Fallon.

Thank you. I feel fine.

You look fine, considering the fact

you've been subsisting on hospital food
these past three days.

And since you cannot go to
the St. Dennis Club, madam,

we have brought
the St. Dennis Club to you.

- To celebrate.
- Celebrate what?

Well, your son, my grandson.

You have seen him by now,
haven't you?

- Yeah.
- Well, what do you think?

I...

No, I haven't seen him yet, okay?

Why? Won't they let you?

Because I don't want to.

You know what I want?
I want somebody to come take him.

Give him to Jeff.
Let Jeff take care of him.

Oh, come on now, honey.
What's wrong?

What's really wrong?

I'm tired and I'm really not hungry.
I'd just like to be left alone.

Yes, but, Fallon, all we want--

Please, I just want to be left alone,
okay?

All right.

Marcia,
take a memo to Andrew Laird.

New York has just notified me
that another 1 00,000 shares

of Denver-Carrington stock
were bought today.

Now, whoever is behind this
is still trying to raid my company.

Come in, come in.

I want you and your legal crew
to track down the identities

of these people immediately.

- Is that it, Mr. Carrington?
- Yes. Yes, that's it. Thank you.

- That's not going to work, Blake.
- It isn't? Why not?

Well, all the shares are being bought
up by brokers across the country

as nominee stock.

This hides the buyer's identity.

There's no way Andrew's going to
find out who they are.

- Not going to work.
- Doesn't matter.

Because I know who it is.

I just need some added proof,
that's all.

- You think it's Rhinewood.
- I know it's Rhinewood, damn it!

I'm sorry, Jeff. I'm very sorry.

It's been a bad week for me
this past week.

I feel like I'm being crushed.

I've been squeezed in a vise before.

How many times, 50, 1 00?
But not like this one.

On one side of me,

I got a man who's trying to destroy
everything that I've ever worked for,

and on the other side,

I got a daughter who is suddenly
treating me like a hostile stranger.

- She's been through a lot, Blake.
- Yes, I know that.

But other women have, too, before,
and they snap out of it.

They don't treat a father
as if he was an enemy

every time he comes into a room,
every time he tries to talk to them.

Jeff, I need your help.

I need you to find out from Fallon
just what it is she thinks I've done.

Come in.

Mrs. Carrington?

- You wanted to talk to me?
- Yes, Tony.

Now,
you're an excellent groundsman.

Thanks, Mrs. Carrington.

At least, that's what
I keep telling Mr. Carrington.

But you're a little bit loose.

- Misguidedly loose with your tongue.
- My tongue?

I don't know what you mean.

- Don't you?
- No.

Well, you told Mrs. Carrington,
the present Mrs. Carrington,

that I was out skeet shooting
the day that she fell off her horse.

Oh, that. Yes.

Oh, that. Yes.

Well, you were mistaken,
weren't you, Tony?

No, ma'am, I wasn't.

I see.

Would you like some tea?

No, thank you.

Well, let's change the subject,
shall we?

- To my silver.
- Your what?

My silver.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, I had an extremely valuable
Georgian silver desk set

stolen from this studio recently.

And in fact, it was the very day
that you came here

to deliver some flowers to me
to paint.

I had to go out for a while
and I left you here alone.

Do you remember, Tony?

Hey, look. If you're accusing me--

Well, I'm not accusing you
of anything.

Not yet.
But I might just change my mind

if you don't explain your faulty memory
to the present Mrs. Carrington.

And tell her just exactly
what did or what did not happen

that day that she fell off her horse.

So you're saying you were mistaken?

Yes, Mrs. Carrington.

I see.

Thank you, Tony, for remembering.

You can leave now.

Well, I'm certainly glad that
that little matter's cleared up.

I can't tell you how upset I've been
ever since you accused me of doing it,

but I want you to know
that I forgive you, Krystle.

Particularly about that
little contretemps in my studio.

In my world, we call it a fight.

A good, dirty,
no-holds-barred catfight.

Your world. Whatever.

Is that what you call
that little incident in Beverly Hills

a few years ago with that actress?

Would you call that a "whatever"?

Oh, that.

You mean when she slapped me
for no apparent reason,

so I tore off her wig

and threw that and her Oscar
through the French windows?

That was quite amusing, really.

Sort of a cross between
a contretemps and a catfight.

Semantics aside, you're going to
forgive me, as you were saying?

Oh, yes.

Because I realize that losing a baby

was something that you could never
really recover from.

Particularly with Fallon
having had her baby

and Tony giving you
this awful misinformation.

It must have triggered
your irrational moment.

Do you know what I think?

I think this is another one
of your incredible performances.

Oh, thank you.

I attended the Royal Academy
for a year.

I'm glad it's paid off.

So, what shall I do for an encore,
as it were?

As it is,
you don't have to do anything.

You've already played
the transparent Alexis to perfection.

Tell me about
this play that you're concocting

in that little blond head of yours.

It's really rather ugly. It's about us.

You were scared to death I would
tell Blake what happened between us,

so you tried desperately
to cover your tracks.

This is very interesting.
Do go on, Mrs. Jennings.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Mrs. Carrington.

I haven't told Blake yet
what happened between us, Alexis.

Because I can't prove that
you fired that gun to frighten my horse.

But in my soul, I know you did.

And I warn you, Alexis,

I'll never forget what you cost me.

Not as long as I live.

Blake Carrington
isn't your real daddy.

Fallon. Oh, darling.

I was so happy when Jeanette called
and said that you wanted to see me.

I've been beaming like a Cheshire cat
all the way here, because I knew it.

Knew what?

That you were beginning to feel better
about yourself and about the baby,

and that you were finally finding it
in your heart to forgive me.

Sit down, Mother.

No, not there.

Sit over there.

I want you as far away from me
as you can get.

Fallon, this position is very awkward.
I can hardly see you.

It's all right.
I don't want you looking at me, Mother.

I just want you to sit and listen.

Now, answer me. Does Blake know?

Does he know
that he might not be my father?

Oh, Fallon, can't you forget this?

Just sit and listen.

Blake, does he know?

I mean, has he been doing a number
on me all these years playing daddy,

Fallon's adoring daddy? Has he?

Are you going to answer me?

Darling, I'm sorry.

Are you going to answer me?

Look, it happened a long time ago.

We used to say things to each other
to hurt each other.

And one night, I just threw it at him
that you weren't his child.

But he didn't believe it, Fallon.

He didn't believe it then
and he doesn't believe it now.

And that's the truth?

That's the absolute truth.

Oh, Fallon, he adores you.

I mean, no child in the world
has ever been more loved by a man.

You know that.

You've lived with that love
for all those years.

But he threw me out
and I was gone for 1 6 years.

Oh, were you ever?

And while you were gone,
you lost the right to be my mother.

You still don't have that right.

So don't sit there
and tell me how I'm supposed to feel

about Blake Carrington
or anybody else,

because I don't believe in anybody
anymore.

Not him, not you.

Not anybody.

Dr. Brighton. The Colby baby?
What's the prognosis?

Well, the ductus hasn't closed yet,
as we'd hoped it would.

And at any moment,
he could be going into heart failure.

You're pushing dig?

Of course we're giving him digitalis.
And diuretics, and indomethacin.

Try to pull him out of this.

I should tell the parents.

That has its own difficulties.

How long can we put it off?

We can't.
Why? What are we waiting for?

Well, doctor,
I know the Colbys and...

Would it be all right with you
if I told them?

No, it wouldn't be all right.

Mrs. Colby is my patient,
I'll tell her myself.

But I'll wait
till the last possible moment.

Thank you.

And keep me posted.

Cute fellow.

Why bother looking for her, Steven?
She's gone.

It may come as a surprise to you,
Mother,

but I love her and we're still married.

Look, I've got to find my wife.

I don't know
what's going on here anymore.

Well, have you tried tracking down
some old premarital acquaintance?

Maybe they could give you
some information.

She had some friends
here in Denver.

I'm hoping one of them's
heard from her.

Darling, I really think that
you should count your blessings,

rather than squander your money
on gasoline, looking for her.

Why don't you have some
of this cheese?

No. I wanna talk to you.

Look, Steven, I'm not in the mood
for talking anymore.

Particularly about Sammy Jo.

I wanna talk about Alexis
and one of her Alexis lies.

Take your hands off me.

I'm your mother,
not that trollop you married.

Take it off!

Now, what lie?

The one you dumped on me
about Sammy Jo.

You say she's a trollop. She's not.

You say she's a conniving little
gold digger. Well, she's not.

- lsn't she?
- No.

You told me she wanted out
from here, from me.

You said she came to you and
hit you up for enough money to leave.

- And you don't believe that?
- No.

Well, let me tell you something,
Steven.

That's the way it was.
That's exactly the way it was.

Now, I know this doesn't do too much
for your self-esteem

and I'm sorry about that,

but you've got enough Carrington pride
to overcome all of that.

Now, I am sick to death about being
hammered at by both of my children

when all I've done since I've been back
here is to try and help you and Fallon.

What are you holding back, Mother?

What are you holding back
to protect yourself?

- I'm going to ignore that remark.
- I'm sure you will.

Excuse me. I've got to find my wife.

Fallon?

Nick.

I heard about the baby.
Dr. Brighton told me.

Okay.

Well, would you mind telling me
why you don't want to see him?

That's my business.

I want to make it my business too,
Fallon.

It's not your baby.
Could we just drop it?

Fallon, he's your son.
He needs his mother.

He's in an incubator.

I probably couldn't even touch him
if I wanted to.

You mean you don't want to.

That's right, I don't want to.

So call me an unnatural mother.

Call me anything you want to,
like everybody else.

He just doesn't exist for me.

I only had him for Blake
and Blake probably isn't even my--

- lsn't what?
- Never mind.

Come on, now. You started to
say something. Finish it.

Isn't what?

Isn't what?

My father.

Just what the hell are you doing,
Fallon? Inventing another fantasy?

It's not a fantasy. It's the truth.

- Somebody told you this?
- Yeah, somebody who ought to know.

My mother. My bed-hopping mother.

Oh, Nick, if he isn't my father,
I just wanna die.

I just wanna die.

Don't tell anybody about it.

Swear you won't tell anybody.

It's all right.

I'm gonna have to be going.
I have to get up early tomorrow.

I have a breakfast meeting
across town.

Okay. Business first.

You're beginning to mean a lot to me,
Claudia.

Well, I hope so.

I mean, I don't exactly put a sign
out on my door saying,

"Welcome to my bed, whoever."

I just don't want you to feel that
I'm fooling around with your life.

- I admire you.
- Admire?

Well, I mean, it's not the most
romantic word in the dictionary, is it?

- Well, no, no, I do.
- It's okay. I'll settle for it.

I mean, there's a lot of people in
this world who've been kicked around

and made careers
out of feeling sorry for themselves.

Not the brave Claudia Blaisdel.

Not a woman who had the courage
to make a new life for herself.

What? Will you stop it?
You are embarrassing me.

I embarrass very easily.

No.

You know, it's funny.
I was just thinking about my wife.

- Oh, great.
- No, no.

No, I was-- You know,
I was comparing her to you.

And you're so honest and so open,
so completely without guile, it's--

Will you stop crediting me
with things that I am not?

I am not without guile.

Yeah.

Well, I think
I found somebody special.

- Good evening, Joseph.
- Good evening, doctor.

Hello, Mrs. Carrington.

Hello, Nick.

Blake's waiting for you in the library.

There's a good chance
the baby will make it.

How good? Pretty good? Very good?

Pretty good.

Heart failure?

No, I just suggested
possible heart failure.

- Wait, where are you going?
- To the hospital.

- I wanna be near my grandson.
- Don't do that. You can't help.

Maybe not, but I wanna be there.
I wanna be with the baby, with Fallon.

She doesn't wanna see you, Blake.

She what?

Blake, listen.

You've been asking me for days to
find out what I thought the trouble was.

- I know now, Blake.
- Yes?

Well, go on, what is it?
What do you wanna tell me?

Fallon is suffering
from an identity crisis.

She is going through
tremendous torment.

She doesn't know
who she is anymore.

Because she doesn't know
who her father is.

What?

You heard me,
she doesn't know her father

and she doesn't care
whether she lives or dies.

- Who'd she hear that from?
- Her mother.

That's a damn lie.
It was invented by Alexis to hurt me.

Fallon will not believe that, Blake.

What am I gonna do?

You deal with it.

How? How do you deal with
something like this?

There is one way. Take a blood test.

- No.
- What do you mean, no? Why?

I don't need any test to prove
that Fallon's my daughter. I don't--

When are you gonna stop thinking
about yourself and think about Fallon?

She needs you to do something.

What would a test like that prove?

That the other man involved
was definitely not Fallon's father.

Who was that other man?

- Did she say who he was?
- No.

Well, I'll find out.
I'll go right to the source.

Alexis!

Alexis?

He's maximally digitalized.
He can't tolerate any more diuretics.

Heart rate and respiratory rate
is still up.

So you're talking surgery
to ligate the ductus.

They're lousy odds,
but we have no choice.

Now, I'm gonna need permission
from the parents, one or the other.

Well, under the circumstances,

- I'll try to locate the father, all right?
- Okay.

Carrington residence.

Yes, Joseph, this is Dr. Toscanni.
Is Mr. Colby there?

No, I don't know where Mr. Colby is.

- I'm sorry.
- Thank you, Joseph.

It's his only chance, Fallon.
You have to sign this right now. Good.

- When is the operation?
- In the morning.

- When in the morning?
- Early.

Exact time hasn't been set yet.
Let's go.

- Where?
- To see him.

Fallon,
no matter who your father is--

I don't wanna see him.

No matter who he is,
you are the baby's mother.

I'm nothing.

Fallon, you've given birth to a son
who's fighting for his life.

- If you refuse to see him--
- I refuse to see him.

- If you lose him--!
- I don't wanna see him.

If you bury him, I guarantee you,

emotionally, you'll never make it
through the rest of your own life.

Fallon, your baby could die.

Which one?

He's so tiny, helpless.

Oh, my baby.

My beautiful baby.

My meeting was called off.

Aren't you gonna say something?

What is there to say?

Well, you can start by telling me
how you stole my key the other night.

While I was asleep, right?

How you went out
and got a copy made, right?

Why? Why, Claudia?

Your uncle.

What about him?

- He...
- He what?

He wanted all of the notes
on Denver-Carrington's process

on oil shale extraction.

And you did it for the money
he'd give you?

Claudia, who's the fool?

Who said you had no guile?

Who slept with you,
made love with you?

Who was beginning to
fall in love with you?

Jeff, the night of the party,

I took you to my apartment
to get the key.

I did. I got the key.

Last night, it didn't have
anything to do with that.

It was the two of us.
That's all it was about.

Yeah. How much did he pay you?

How much?

Was it for two nights?

Did he throw in a little extra
for good measure?

- Jeff--
- How much did he pay you?

- It wasn't money.
- Well, what then?

Information.

About Lindsay.

About where
Matthew took my daughter.

That was the payoff.

You have to believe that.

Please. I want you to say to me,
"l believe you."

- Patent ductus?
- Yes.

It's a duct leading from the heart
that should close at birth, but it hasn't.

The blood is flooding the baby's lungs
and he can't breath.

What's being done about it?

Dr. Brighton has called in
a thoracic surgeon.

They're gonna have to perform
closed-heart surgery.

I must tell you, this is very dangerous
with an infant so critical.

Are you saying
the baby could die during surgery?

He could die even before that,
while they give him the anesthetic.

And if he should pull through that,

then it just depends if he's strong
enough to survive the surgery itself.

And he may not be.

But there are no options.

I swear it, uncle.

I swear to my father's grave.

If you don't tell me where
Claudia Blaisdel can find her daughter,

I'll go straight to Blake and tell him
about this miserable deal of yours.

And then what, Jeff?

You see, my hands are clean,
totally clean.

I'll bet they are.

Are you gonna listen to me?
They are clean, Jeff.

Cleaner than Mrs. Blaisdel's bed,
shall we say.

Because it was her idea to take my
sometimes-naive nephew to that bed

after she came to me
and proposed a deal,

an offer to steal Denver-Carrington's
extraction process

and sell it to Colbyco.

If I have to choke the truth out of you,
I will.

Now, you tell me, where are they?

I don't know! I don't know.

Not anymore.

About a week ago,
Matthew Blaisdel and his daughter

were making a trip by jeep to an oil site
near the Peruvian border.

- So?
- Well, they never made it.

They didn't get there.

They disappeared
somewhere in the jungle.

Well, there has to be something.

Nothing.
No wreckage, no bodies, nothing.

Are you saying they're dead?

Well, there's hope, of course.

You said about a week ago.
And for a week now,

you haven't mentioned any of this
to Claudia, the girl's mother?

- Jeff, I was only trying to spare her--
- Oh, come on.

You didn't tell her the news
because that was your lever.

Without that,
she wouldn't spy for you.

I wish you all the tortures of hell
and beyond.

I'm through with you, uncle.

From now on,
the only Colby in my life is my son.

Excuse me, sir. Emergency call
for Mr. Jeff. Colby on line one.

Yes?

Surgery? When?

Jeff? Jeff, what is it?

Jeff.

- Where's the baby?
- In the operating room.

- How long has it been?
- A little over an hour.

He's dead, isn't he?

No, he's alive. Very much alive.

Fighting. He's got guts.

After all,
he's a Colby and a Carrington.

I spoke to Dr. Brighton.

She said if he survives,
and he will survive,

it'll be weeks before
he's ready to come home.

But he will come home,
I'm sure of it.

You know, it's funny.

After all the arguing
we've done about a nursery,

when he's finally ready to leave here,
we'll have gotten our divorce.

I'll have found a place to live
for me and my son.

- No.
- What do you mean, no?

What I mean is
I still want the divorce.

But I'm not gonna give the baby up
and I can't give you custody.

Oh, jeez.

You always did like amusement parks,
didn't you?

As a kid, remember?

The roller coaster, the whip,
the merry-go-round.

- The dizzier, the better.
- What do you mean?

What I mean is how unstable
can you be about all of this?

What do you think he is, a flower?

I love him, I love him not?
I want him, I'll leave him tomorrow?

No! No way am
I going to trust you with my son.

I'm his mother.

Suddenly, the realization.

Yes, that's right, suddenly.

I'm his mother. He's my son.
I'm going to keep him.

And I'm gonna take care of him
and nobody is going to stop me.

Excuse me.
Jeff, could I see you outside?

What do you want?
Why were you listening?

Sorry about that. I just wanted to
tell her that the operation was--

That the operation
seems to have been a success.

I thought it would be
a lot nicer if you told her.

I want you to try to
understand something.

Fallon's feelings towards the baby
may have been delayed,

- but they're genuine.
- No, you listen to me, Dr. Toscanni.

You stay out of my life.

You stole my wife.
Now, don't you steal my baby.

You got that?

You're entitled to that one,
but that's the last one you get.

Now, you listen to me, you selfish...

Your relationship with Fallon may have
never been a reality, but that baby is.

You both love him.
And that's what he needs, your love.

You got that?

Now, damn it,

you forget your own precious feelings
and think about your son.

Not bad. Not bad.

I have warned you twice
that if you ever repeated that lie

about Fallon not being my daughter,
that I'd kill you.

Well, you succeeded in
almost killing Fallon with a lie.

How in God's name can a mother,
any mother,

do that to her own child? How?

Blake, I love Fallon.
I'll never do anything to hurt her.

It wasn't me. Believe me.

- Believe you? After this?
- Yes.

Well, then, who was it?
Who told her?

That little tramp niece of Krystle's.

Sammy Jo?

Sammy Jo Carrington.

You talk about kill.

It kills me to even think that name,
let alone say it.

I let it slip out to Steven once
accidentally

and the girl heard it
and she's been using it ever since.

She's been using it
to make me suffer.

Are you asking for pity now?

- I just want you to believe me.
- Yes, but that's immaterial now.

The only thing that's important
is Fallon.

I have never believed your story
that she wasn't my daughter.

But now, for Fallon's sake,

I'm being forced to accept
that possibility.

It's either that or risk having her in a
deep depression for the rest of her life.

Assuming it's true,
I'm not her father, who is?

You don't know.

Gonna stand there
and tell me that you don't know?

I swore I'd never tell you.
I know your temper.

Who is it? Who?!

Oh, it's Colby.

Cecil Colby?

Blake, please understand.

It's not enough that you betray me,
but you betray me with him.

Blake.

Claudia?

I want you to know that
I've come to a decision, Jeff.

I asked Marcia to let me know
when Blake is in his office.

I'm going to tell him what I tried to do
and I'm going to resign.

You know, it's funny,
but I'm grateful.

I'm really thankful that
you found me.

I know I was really trying to do
a terrible thing.

I thought I could excuse it away,
but it was terrible.

What I was trying to do,
I was wrong.

Here's the duplicate key.

Bye, Jeff.

Claudia.

There's something else
you're going to have to handle now.

It seems there was an accident in Peru
with Matthew and Lindsay.

My uncle just told me.

You can handle it.

Go on.

They haven't found anything.

You can handle it. Be strong.

Gone.

Matthew and my Lindsay, gone.

Colby knew it all the time.

All the time.

Cecil Colby, please.

Claudia Blaisdel.

When will he be back?

All the time.