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Looks like your boy tried to kill himself, Chase.

No!

I'm surprised you didn't notice how troubled and despondent Cole was.

Son, you've got to be strong now, too, all right?

You've got to fight, buddy.

Come on, huh?

The doctor said he may not live through the night.

If Cole dies, we'll never know the truth, will we?

Of course we will.

Cole will be blamed for Carla's murder, and the case will be closed.

Thank you.

That's all we need this time of year.

Yeah. Did Vicki say she'd be home by midnight?

She's just out at O 'Brien's with some friends, honey.

Don't worry.

I'm not worried, but she said she'd be home before now. Yeah, well, Cole isn't

home either.

Or is that different because he's your son?

Oh, that is different.

Oh, it is, huh?

Yeah. Tell me about it.

Uh... Uh -huh.

Well, um...

He's three years older.

Yeah. And he's taller. He's taller.

Yeah. And he's a member of the dominant sex.

He's a what?

He's a member of the what?

Of the what?

Did you forget to turn off the exhaust fan in the kitchen again? Honey, the

exhaust fan hasn't worked for two weeks.

What's that?

What? I don't hear anything.

Oh, wait a minute.

Sounds like it's from outside.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go check on it. Well, honey, be careful, because if it could be a

prowler or something like that, don't just, you know, don't... I'll be right

back.

Hello, paramedics.

Now!

I better get you home.

Not yet.

It's after midnight.

Come on, Nick. Talk to me.

Just tell me how you feel.

Just once.

I think I better get you home.

What is it, Lance?

I don't know. I just heard the siren start.

Oh, I hope it isn't a fire. You know, it sounds like it's coming from the

Giberti place.

Mrs. Chani?

Charlie, call the Giberti's house.

What's going on? We don't know yet.

Is there any answer?

No, Mrs. Chani. Well, bring the car around front.

Put some clothes on. You're going with me.

Must be a very special vintage to bring us up here this early.

I'd rather spend the little time we have together alone.

Besides, if we do go pub crawling, we just might run into your husband.

Burton is much too involved in his campaign to worry about how I spend my

He's an ambitious man.

And a foolish one to neglect you.

We just have different interests.

I love the finer things of life.

But all he cares about is politics and power.

I know the type.

Angela Channing doesn't know about us, does she?

I try not to discuss my personal life with my clients.

I tried.

Are you afraid of her?

Well, let's just say I have a healthy respect for those who love only power.

You can just drop me off down at our mailbox.

Everybody's asleep anyway. They'll never see your car.

They're sure after somebody.

They're going up to my house.

Nick!

Squad 4 -0 ready for transport.

Current vital signs.

Pulse 96 and irregular.

Respiration rapid and shallow.

Blood pressure 100 over 60. Squad 40.

Out. What happened?

I don't know.

Okay, thank you.

I saw Vicky in town. I thought I'd give her a lift.

Are you two all right?

We'll see you at the hospital.

Say, I thought you might want these.

I thought he was going to the hospital.

Well, of course.

Sorry. Sometimes personal effects get lost in the shuffle.

We found these in his shirt pocket. One's a speeding ticket I gave him

this evening, and then there's this. It's addressed to both of you.

I already read it.

Mom and Dad.

I'm sorry about Mr. Agretti.

I can't live with the guilt. Please forgive me because I can't forgive

No. No.

looks like your boy tried to kill himself chase no

using your typewriter for inspiration.

What was he writing?

Oh, no.

Your purse. He seemed to want to keep it to himself. There was no sign Cole had

this kind of a problem. If there was, I should have seen it. It is not your

fault.

If I hadn't been so damn compulsive about the aggressive murder, this never

would have happened. Please don't blame yourself.

I'm surprised you didn't notice how troubled and despondent Cole was.

He's a very valuable part of this family.

Thank you, Angela.

Maggie, Chase, we're all pulling for him.

One of my reporters heard the ambulance call over his radio and

notified me.

And wouldn't you know... Richard, it was very nice of you to come.

And unnecessary.

Chase, look if there's anything you need.

Any doctors, anywhere in the world.

He's in good hands here.

How's he doing?

Touch and go.

I heard there was a note.

A suicide note.

Do me a favor, brother.

Anything I can.

Keep this out of the Globe's headlines.

All right, I will.

There's no need to make more of Colesfield at this point.

I admire your sense of journalistic responsibility.

I'll be outside.

How is it, Skull?

No word yet.

But... That's not what troubles you.

Let's just say I'm working on my inner peace.

He's in critical condition. He's in a coma, but he's still alive.

The doctor said he may not live through the night.

Suicide, just in Cole's style.

Well, they found a note.

Nevertheless, I can't believe that Cole would try to kill himself.

You know, if Cole dies...

We'll never know the truth, will we? Of course we will.

Cole will be blamed for Carlo's murder and the case will be closed.

This is Dr.

Baumgartner. He's the neurologist on the case. Oh, doctor.

The EEG results could be much more promising than they are.

But they're not, so there's no sense in kidding ourselves.

Well, he has got a chance, hasn't he?

First 24 hours are critical.

I'll check back in a month.

There's brain damage, isn't there?

In a case like this.

Oxygen deprivation. We certainly have to consider the possibility.

You know we're doing everything humanly possible.

Oh, you're certainly here early this morning.

You have somebody waiting.

At 7 a .m., must be a real eager reader.

It's your father.

Welcome to California.

I had no idea you were coming.

Obviously.

The business day began two hours ago on the East Coast.

The money markets, the New York Stock Exchange.

Half the world could have passed you by already today and you wouldn't even know

it. Well, maybe you'd read about it in this newspaper.

Is that what you call it?

Did you come out here to give me some of your journalistic expertise?

Hardly.

We're pulling you out of this operation.

I just started to make some headway. We made an agreement, remember?

Your freedom in exchange for the California wine industry?

All you've done is wage proxy wars and make fruitless attempts to buy up some

vineyards. I also learned the identity of my mother.

Oh, that'll carry great weight with the international business community, won't

it? All right.

It's just something I had to do. Fine, you've done it.

You should be happy to pack up and come back to New York with me.

Now, look.

I can make good on my promise, but it's going to take time.

This isn't a request, Richard.

The company doesn't do business by means of a suggestion box.

So, uh... This is your direct order, then?

It comes from someone above me.

There is no one above you.

I am the chief administrator, yes.

But policy is set by someone above me.

Now, wait a minute.

I always thought you were the highest level.

On a day -to -day basis, I am.

But my immediate superior, that's who makes policy.

And you're wanted back in New York.

Well, I want to talk to your boss then, to your immediate superior.

Impossible.

In all my years with the company, I've only seen my boss twice.

And what you do, I mean, you provide anonymity, insulation.

That's right.

And it'll never be breached, even for you.

Suppose, uh, I don't want to give all this up. Suppose I refuse to go back to

New York.

You know how the company deals with competitors.

Ruthlessly.

You'd simply become another competitor.

An adversary to be vanquished.

Richard, when I adopted you, I was the only one on earth to give a damn about

you.

Come home with me now.

Before you do something foolish.

I don't think you really cared.

I mean, you never truly loved me.

All you wanted was, you know, a talisman in your own image, somebody to do your

dirty work.

That's not true. It is.

And I did it.

And it was dirty.

But, dear father, I work for myself.

And neither you nor your mysterious superior will tell me when to turn tail.

And run from the enemy.

Richard.

Leave all this behind.

Come back.

You're up awfully early.

I got a lot to do.

Buttering up your grandmother or running around San Francisco with your sleaze

little girlfriend?

Neither.

Today is the day I'll finally be through with you.

I'm meeting with a lawyer and I'm going to file for divorce.

I'll never grant you a divorce.

No, no, no. You don't understand.

I'm not asking you for divorce.

I'm going to ask a court of law.

Because a wife in name only is no wife at all.

You certainly haven't performed like one.

Nor do I intend to.

Fine.

You just keep it up.

You'll be out of here sooner than you think.

Fine.

Get your divorce.

But that baby guarantees me a place here in Falcon Crest.

It's all going to be mine one day.

Vicki says the macaroni and cheese in the coffee shop isn't bad. You want me

get you some?

There's got to be some explanation.

Tell Jurgensen I want another set of blood gases as soon as possible. And

his CO level.

We're getting some activity from him. But it's going to be okay.

We made it through the night. We've got a chance. Just a chance. Not a good one,

but more than we had.

All right.

Let's start 10 milligrams Decadron every four hours and continue with the

neurovitals every hour.

Dr. Day, please report to OR.

Chase.

He seems to be responding.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Well, he can't promise anything.

I think I should tell you that I spoke to Sheriff Robbins earlier this morning.

Oh, Sheriff.

Mrs. Channing? I was just telling Maggie and Chase that I spoke to you.

Well, I thought I'd come down and let them know in person.

Let us know what?

We checked the suicide note we found in Cole's pocket, just to make certain that

he did indeed write it. It wasn't even signed.

I know that.

We gave it to the crime lab. They matched it to the typewriter we found in

house.

My typewriter.

Chase, the note is a confession.

It's no confession.

It wasn't made under oath. It's not voluntary. It wasn't even handwritten.

I know what it's not, but it is evidence, and I wanted you to know we're

it to the district attorney.

I wish that none of this was necessary, but I do have a job to do.

Damn necessary to do it here and now, wasn't it?

We're here, son.

We're here.

I think we'd better let him have his rest.

Son.

Somebody hit me.

Hit you?

Cole.

Somebody hit you?

All I can remember.

Darling, what about your note?

Your suicide note. Do you remember that?

What?

Note.

Ever.

No note.

You okay?

If someone needs his rest, I must insist you leave now.

I heard that.

He knew somebody tried to kill him.

I haven't taken any of it. Dad, what about the suicide note?

Whoever did this to Cole wrote that note and planted it on him somehow.

See, with Cole dead and that note, the case would be closed.

And what you're saying is that whoever killed Agretti tried to murder Cole.

Well, they might try again.

Yeah, but we can't just walk away from this. Honey, we have to hire a

somebody who is a professional, somebody who can keep this from touching us

again.

I'm frightened.

I think we all are.

hands are getting tired. I assure you, my pleasure far exceeds your pain.

Still pleasure?

Or pain?

Only the self -indulgent and ignorant admit to pain.

I can't imagine you being ignorant of anything.

Oh, you'd be surprised. There are some things.

For instance, the question of your baby's paternity truly

unsettled me.

I'm married to Lance. The baby's his.

Be careful. Your nose may grow.

You saw quite a bit of Cole Gioberti before you married Lance, didn't you?

What have I done?

The records at the clinic where Lance took the baby were not all that

to get to.

I'll find my way out.

Immaculate conception is such an outdated notion these days.

You're just fishing.

I saw the way Cole looked at you on Founder's Day.

how he reacted at Angela's party to any mention of the baby?

You see, Melissa, all the Gibertis wear their feelings on their coat sleeves.

I can't help how Cole feels.

Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.

But I know how important that baby is to Angela.

And how important Falconcrest is to you.

It's all going to be mine.

There's nothing I wouldn't do to make that happen.

Nothing?

Nothing.

Henry Donald here.

I've been trying to reach you for over an hour. You left no word at your hotel.

I'm on my way to the airport, Miss Hunter, and I'm not in the habit of

accounting for my whereabouts.

I'm sorry. I just wanted you to know that I feel you're right about Mr.

Channing's work here.

How reassuring to have your support.

I want to come in from the field.

I'm afraid that's out of the question at this point.

I didn't ask for this assignment. You sent me here.

My loyalty is still alive with the company.

Unlike Richard's?

I'd like to see some proof of that, Miss Hunter.

Anything I can do.

I want daily reports on Richard's activities. Phone calls, meetings,

expenditures. You'll have everything.

Perhaps I should report to your superior as well.

That will never happen.

I was merely trying to be more effective.

I'd like to see some evidence of that myself, Miss Hunter.

Yes, sir.

If you lose Richard's trust, you'll be absolutely of no value.

But suppose he suspects something.

What will happen to me then?

Things of no value are usually discarded, Miss Hunter.

And you need to realize what you got here is no small problem.

Fingerprints on the murder weapon, apparent suicide attempt.

Well, Cole was knocked out.

Yeah, I know, I know. That's what he told you.

Well, I believe him, Mr. Bitterman.

Your problem is nobody else does, right?

Look, we're at a standing start as far as evidence is concerned, and you've

already got the county sheriff out under the collar. The sheriff hasn't found

out a damn thing. I don't care how hot he gets.

Mr. Giaberti, I want you to understand something.

Detective work, real detective work, not the stuff you see in the movies, takes

time. It takes money, and there aren't any guarantees.

Yeah, I realize that.

I hired you because you came highly recommended.

I understand you the best.

That's right, I am.

I've missed you.

How's Cole?

He's much better. Looks like he might even be coming home this week.

Did your father ever mention our being together that night?

No.

He had other things on his mind.

I guess so.

Relax. Come on. We're out for a casual little lunch. What's the big deal?

I know. I know.

Relax, will you?

Act nonchalant.

Small world, isn't it?

And a dangerous one.

I'm sorry. Cole's not having any visitors right now.

No, Mommy.

It's okay.

Let her stay.

I'll wait on that.

Hi there.

Hi.

How are you feeling?

Better.

What happened to me?

I have a lot of time to think in here.

It's made me realize how much I need my family.

That can be real important.

I wrote you a letter.

About how much I want to be with Joseph.

To be a real father to him.

You know you can't have him.

He needs to be with us.

With me.

I'll give him all the love he needs.

What he needs is me and Falcon Crest.

I'm really glad to see you're doing so much better.

I want my son.

I won't give up.

Try not to think about it anymore, Cole, because it's not going to happen.

He's my child, too, damn it.

Be careful. This is the stuff that keeps his place

in business.

Just before you were hit.

Do you recall hearing anything?

If I did, I don't remember.

Darling, I think we should let Cole get some sleep now. No, it's still fresh.

I need to get it out.

What did that detective you hired say?

You know, I think we should just stop making waves.

You mean just forget about it? Look, let's just be thankful that Cole's

home in a couple of days. Whoever killed Carlo, if we stop pushing, maybe he'll

just leave us alone.

I'm not going to take that chance.

Mom, if we don't do something, everyone's gonna assume I murdered

Everyone? You mean like Melissa?

No, like my son.

You've been through a lot already.

But it could get rougher.

It'll be worth it.

What do you say?

I say let's go for it.

For a man of such obvious power...

the more interesting woman I've ever met.

If only because you're so damn devious.

Devious? Yes, devious.

Makes you say that.

Your persistent reluctance to sell me the Agredi estate.

Angela has assured me that she will match any offer you make.

Can she offer you triple the assessed market value in cash plus a

lifelong percentage of any vineyard profits?

Triple the market value?

That's what I said.

That's an awful lot of money.

I know it's a lot of money. It's enough to give anyone independence for life.

And? It also might be enough to break Angela Channing's death grip on Falcon

Crest.

Even you would have trouble coming up with that kind of cash?

I had a paper route as a kid. I saved my nickels.

Well, I believe in rewarding thriftiness.

How large a percentage of the profits are you talking about?

Thirty -three and a third.

That's a nice round number.

Don't you think?

Mr. Channing, I think you have yourself a deal.

Shall we shake on it?

I order six dozen, you ship four dozen, and you build me for what? A full gross.

Well, how should I know?

Well, I'm sending them back today. On today's truck, you'll get them COD.

They're all yours, baby.

Yes.

Marion, I don't need lunch. I need a vacation.

French Riviera.

I've got the next best thing.

I knew you'd be busy, so I stopped by the gourmet deli.

It looks great, but I can't. Oh, sure you can't.

Come on, I'm not going to stay long.

I know you. You just go, go, go, work the whole day through and never stop for

lunch.

When you asked me to stop by for lunch, I didn't know this is what you had in

mind.

Sheila?

Sheila Sheila

I'm

uh, I'm sorry. I guess I blew it

We both blew it.

Did I miss breakfast?

And lunch?

Where were you all night?

With Richard Channing.

Me.

I'm going to sell my father's property to him.

What? He's paying me enough to cover all the back taxes.

And outstanding loans held by Angela.

And still leave me with several million dollars all to myself.

Well, then he's overpaying.

Yeah.

And in cash, no less.

Those vineyards are vital to Falcon Crest's wines.

Grandmother will never let you sell them to Channing or anyone else.

Your grandmother has nothing to say about it.

Well, then you're going to have lots of money.

and Richard Channing's going to own some of the most valuable acreage in this

valley.

So where do you think that's going to leave you around here, Melissa?

Wealthy.

And independent.

And out from under Angela's thumb.

And I'll finally be rid of you.

Your diligence is admirable, working through the lunch hour.

I'm using what little time I have to go for Carlo Agretti's tax record, so if

you'll excuse me. Chase.

I'm sorry about what happened to Cole.

I only hope that something like that doesn't happen again.

Are you threatening me?

Chase, please.

You're my brother. Like it or not, I do want to help.

Well, then just leave my family and me alone.

I know how you must feel.

God knows I've made mistakes.

Emotional blunders.

I'd like to make it up to you. You can't.

Don't bother.

You want to find out who killed Agretti, don't you?

Well, you're never going to be able to wade through all of this and do the

legwork that it's going to take.

I've hired a detective to do the legwork. But I've got police reports.

A research department. An entire information gathering operation. That's

newspaper's all about.

Come on.

Let me help you get to the truth.

Afraid not.

Don't be foolish.

The truth lies somewhere up at Falcon Crest.

And you're going to need my help to go up against Angela.

No, I won't.

Besides, your scandal rags brand of journalism would only taint the

of any evidence I come up with.

What are you?

Too good for my paper?

For my help?

Interpret it any way you will.

This investigation of yours will make fine headlines.

County supervisor takes law into his own hands.

Ah.

You really are afraid of what I might uncover, aren't you?

Not in the least.

I just don't want you destroying the Channing family.

Why would that bother you?

Because that is a privilege I am reserving for myself.

Melissa, I want to talk to you.

Yes, Angela?

Lance told me about the agreement you made to sell the O 'Grady Vineyards to

Richard Channing.

then you've had time to think about it as I have.

Melissa, the Agretti vineyards have always been a very important part of

Crest Winery. We really should keep that in the family.

I agree.

You're not going to sell the Channing?

I won't have to.

The way I see it, Angela, you have a choice.

I can sell to Richard to pay back the taxes.

Or you can pay them for me.

You must be joking.

You can insist on the repayment of the loans you made to my father, or you can

give me full release from them. Well, why would I do that?

To keep the Agretti property in the family, of course.

If I pay the taxes and forgive the loans, then you'll turn over the Agretti

vineyards to me?

I didn't say that.

Then what's your point?

To guarantee that Richard Channing does not acquire the property.

Well, Melissa...

Darling, we're all in the family. Now, I would be happy to help you, but I must

insist upon you signing a deed.

Don't worry, Angela.

As long as Lance and I are still married, as long as my son and I are

of the family here at Falcon Crest, the Agretti Vineyards will remain in the

family. Under your control.

And in my name.

Unless, of course, you don't mind my selling them to Richard Channing.

That's blackmail.

Not at all.

Just business.

Dinner is served.

Thank you, Charlie.

You can start without me.

I'll be in my study.

You must think you're pretty clever.

What's for dinner?

I'm starved.

You know...

Richard Channing doesn't like to have the rug pulled out from under him.

We don't always get what we want, do we?

That was on August of 1975, right?

That's what it says here.

It's a long time for a man of Carlo Agretti's stature to go without paying

property taxes, but... Why would that get him killed, and by whom?

You guys aren't going to stay up all night with this, are you?

I'll stay up as long as I have to, darling.

This is Cole's first night home. He needs his rest. I really think... Mom,

it's just because the D .A. refused to accept the sheriff's offer of that phony

suicide note as evidence.

Still doesn't mean I'm in the clear.

I'll be okay.

I do.

Hello? Uh, Mr. Giaperdi, uh, this is Bitterman. Yeah, Bitterman. Uh, did you

find out anything?

Yeah, well, I've been spending some time around Chinatown. I found a fellow who

says he, uh, he knew a Greddy's head caretaker, a guy named, uh, Fong.

Yeah, right.

What did he say?

Well, apparently this phone took off a couple of weeks ago.

I know, I know.

Right after a visit from some Chinese guy who works for Angela Channing.

This guy I talked to, Mr.

Giaberti. Yeah.

Said Fong told him he saw the killer enter the Greti house that day.

Did Fong say what the killer looked like?

Yeah, but keep in mind, Mr. Giaberti, this was all just hearsay to this point.

Bitterman, that's all we've got to go on. What's the description?

Next on Falcon Crest.

All I know is what I read in the papers.

Well, try this for a headline.

Lance Thompson.

Disinherited. I won't let you ruin the life of an innocent child.

He has his mother to thank for his reputation.

Victoria is an embarrassment to everyone.

I'd thank your pardon.

I thought you knew she was having an affair with a married man.

It's going to cost you everything you've got to get rid of me. Even if you walk

away with a few dollars, it'll be worth it.