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My husband, how is he? I'm afraid I can't offer you much hope.

Sabrina Cross, this is my husband, Richard Channing.

And this is your son.

Is this your idea of a joke, Terry?

I didn't believe it at first either.

What's that? That's an earthquake.

It's alright, it's just a little tremor.

Emma, are you alright?

Their medic helicopter will be here in a couple of minutes. They'll be taken to

the trauma center in the city.

They're on their way.

It's not that bad.

It's all worth it, Nan.

Glad you're okay.

Don't talk to him.

Maggie! Maggie!

I'm sorry!

I'm so very, very sorry. I never meant it to end this way. Get him in the car.

Oh, yeah. It's all worth it.

Much worse.

Yeah,

I'd like to talk to the county building inspector, please.

I hope you know what you're doing.

Grandmother, you taught me everything I know about decency and fairness. I'm

morally bankrupt. You'll love it.

Hello?

Is this the county inspector?

Look, my name is not important, okay? I'm a construction worker. I'm helping

build that new winery over on the Negretti property.

The project's a joke.

Okay, they're cutting costs everywhere.

Poor drainage, substandard building materials.

There's even cracks in the foundation.

If you ask me, it looks like somebody's taking money.

No, I'm not going to tell you who I am.

But if you don't believe me, you can go over there and check it out for

yourself.

Right.

Suppose Melissa isn't using substandard material.

Well, she is now.

Yes, this is Angela Channing.

Good heavens, when did that happen?

Well, thank you very much for calling.

What? What is it?

Somebody shot Chase.

It's the emergency, Frank.

You tell me. A couple of these county guys stopped by about half an hour ago

set it upon us like flies, threatening to shut the place down.

What? That seems to be the problem.

Well, let's start with reinforcing rods.

Looks like you're using second -hand junk.

That's cheap in the short run, but you're building to fall down in a year

now. That's impossible. We submitted the plans to your office, and you approved

them. You're ignoring those plans.

We were tipped off by one of your workers.

Oh, I just bet you were.

Who put you up to this, Angela Channing? Watch it, lady.

Accusations like that can get you into a lot of trouble.

Get a little distance, Frank.

Turn up in the file.

You let him look through our files?

I didn't have any choice.

Is this your signature?

Yes. Why?

You're out of business.

Frank, just a note to remind you of our agreement.

By cutting a few corners, we should be able to save half a million dollars in

building costs.

Enclosed is a little something for your trouble.

That's your signature.

This is a lie.

It sure as hell is. I never saw this before in my life.

I guess you never saw this either.

The project is dead.

And I promise you, the district attorney is going to have a long, hard look at

what we found here today.

I'll, uh... I'll send the men home.

That memo is a forgery.

And I know who's behind it. Your sweet, dear, little stepmother. The wicked

witch at the Tuscany Valley, that's who. Don't worry, don't worry. We'll get to

the bottom of this.

And if I find out you're right about Angela, I'll wring her neck myself.

This is Harriet Roberts, Jordan Roberts' mother.

We understand you're holding Jordan in custody.

Bad timing, Mr. Reardon. We're swamped here right now.

This money order should cover her bail. I don't give a damn how bad the timing

is. We want her released now.

You haven't heard, have you?

Heard what?

Gilmore here. Send Jordan Roberts in.

I've got to warn you.

Your daughter should be examined by a psychiatrist.

She's already under the care of a doctor, Sheriff.

We had to isolate her from the other prisoners. She was pretty violent when

brought her in here.

In here.

Oh, no, don't tell me these two creeps bailed me out.

Come on, Jordan, we're going for a ride. The name is Monica, honey.

Jordan is dead and buried.

Let's go.

Your place or mine?

Sorry, Mom, you're not on the guest list.

Jordan, please, don't do this to me.

Sheriff, don't run out my room. I'm planning to become a permanent resident.

Honestly, I mean, I can't imagine why you'd let somebody like that back out on

the streets.

is the hardest part.

I know.

Look, I really appreciate you all being here. Thank you, but I don't know how

long this is going to take.

Why don't I call as soon as I know anything, okay?

Well, we're staying here if it takes all day and all night.

the type to give up man pull through sure he will he's got to he's gonna be

best man in our way my husband how is he he's in the recovery

room the manager removed the bullet from his chest the damage was extensive he's

gonna live there's collapse in both lungs internal bleeding until we know

i'm afraid i can't offer you much hope

Good guy. Hi, baby.

Hi.

Come here, pal.

Come here.

Will Grandpa be all right?

We don't know yet.

The sedative's wearing off.

She was such a pretty little girl, Doctor.

So bright and bubbly.

Sometimes I thought she had too much energy, always getting into bits of...

could read when she was only three years old.

And she'd never had any problem in school until her father started

her.

I don't see where everything went so wrong.

What am I doing here?

Greg Reardon and your mother brought you in.

You spent the morning in a jail cell.

What's the last thing you remember, Jordan?

I was in my apartment slicing bread.

I don't want to talk about it.

Would it help if I left the room?

at the knife in my hand, and... And it was awful, the memory that came back.

I've never been so scared.

I managed to make it out onto the balcony.

I thought maybe the fresh air would help, but... Once I got there, all I

think of was just... how easy it would be to just walk out over the edge.

I suppose that's when it blacked out.

I guess Monica went on some rampage last night, hmm? When you were holding the

knife, what was going through your mind?

Give in to your feelings, Jordan.

No, I came so close. I came so close to something so terrible.

I had forgotten all about it.

I'd managed to just block it right out of my mind.

I... I guess I was about 12 or 13.

I may have been sleepwalking. I'm not sure.

But I had this knife. I had this big kitchen knife.

It made me feel invincible, like nothing could ever hurt me again.

I don't know how I got it. I don't know how I got into my parents' bedroom.

But all of a sudden, there I was.

And all I could think of was...

All I could think of was how much I hurt inside. I just wanted to be rid of them

forever. And you know, it would have been so easy.

I mean, they were just laying there sound asleep.

It would have been so fast.

And there would be no more nightly visits from Daddy.

And no more denials from Mother. And no more pain and no more suffering.

It's just suddenly I was running down this long, dark tunnel.

It's all a blur, but I still had that knife in my hand.

But somebody else was holding it.

Monica.

That was the first time I have blacked out.

Monica saved me. I mean, all this time I thought she was so evil.

She's part of you, Jordan.

Not good, not evil.

Just different.

She stopped you because she was trying to protect herself.

Well, I may not have killed my father when I was 12, but I certainly killed

four months ago.

The night I turned him away, the night he put a bullet in his brain.

You didn't load the gun.

You didn't pull the trigger.

But as far as Monica's concerned, you did.

That's why she came back into your life after all those years.

My father deserved to die. He was a monster.

And I wasn't much of a mother.

Oh, God, Jordan, can you ever forgive me?

The barriers separating you and Monica are breaking down.

Our work isn't finished, but there's no reason why you should ever have another

blackout.

Richard, Harold Wilkins, your London investigator, called.

He's found Cassandra.

He wants you to get over there right away.

Call the airport and tell them to have my jet standing by.

How can you go to England at a time like this with Chase lying in the hospital?

There's nothing I can do for Chase. He's in good hands. I want my child. I'm not

going to let him slip through my fingers again.

But I'm going to.

No, you're not.

Richard.

Aaron Jones is in your office.

Let me know.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. No, no, no.

I told you not to come here anymore. I believe I said it is dangerous for us to

be seen together.

I'm here to collect my weekly retainer.

Besides, the danger's past.

I heard about Chase.

Too bad.

And just when he was getting ready to meet with the district attorney.

What are you, glad he's shot?

I've had worse news.

Yeah, then you won't mind this. Get out of here. I don't want to see you again.

Does this mean I'm off the payroll?

You're going to regret this, Richard.

Thanks for coming.

Thanks for bailing me out.

Well, with a bit of luck, we should be able to get them to drop the charges.

After all, you've got a very good attorney.

I heard about the shooting.

Yes.

A real tragedy.

Chase was one of the strongest adversaries I've ever had.

I admire him a great deal.

Your father's grave, it's...

Last place I'd expect you to visit.

Greg, I'm never going to be able to repay you for what you've done for me.

I know I put you through a lot of grief.

I'd do it again.

I think I made a breakthrough today.

Dr. Kramer feels that I've finally gotten Monica under my control.

And how do you feel?

Well, shaky, but better than I've felt in years.

What are you doing for the rest of the day?

Oh, preparing for a court case. I've got to be in Judge's Chambers first thing

in the morning.

How about dinner at my place tomorrow night?

I'll be there.

How about this hearing?

Is this the one with Julia?

Yeah.

I hope you know what you're doing.

I do.

For the first time in months.

Doctor, how's he doing?

See for yourself.

I told the nurses he could have as much painkillers as he wanted, but he's been

turning them down. That's the best sign yet.

Oh, God.

Thank you.

How have you two been?

I tried to see you all day, but you kept kicking us out.

How are you feeling?

I feel great.

I feel like I've been through a meat grinder, but I feel great.

Oh, God, look at you talking sense again.

I bet.

The stuff they've been giving me is pretty potent.

I've had some wild dreams.

Mine was more like a memory.

You remember when we...

Came out here for my father's funeral.

Afterward, we went for a walk in the vineyards.

Ah.

It's so real.

The feel of the soil under our feet.

The grapes and those beautiful vines.

It was hot. It was real scorcher that day.

Yes, I got that terrific sunburn. Irish Pemper.

I knew then that...

Those vineyards were in my blood.

I knew it was time to get out of New York and really settle down, you know?

Yeah. Oh, I felt it.

I may have fought it, but I felt it.

Darling, you know that fight we had the last time I saw you before all that

business with Jeff?

I said something really dumb about you acting like Angela, and I'm sorry.

I don't know why I should be apologizing.

I got to go and get myself shot before we had a chance to finish our

fight.

Do me a favor, will you?

Let her stay here all night. I know how she is.

I won't if I have to carry her out to the car.

Good to see you guys.

That's the most preposterous thing I've ever heard of. How dare you come here

with an accusation like that? It makes sense to me. You've been fighting

on this winery from the beginning.

Are you insinuating that I went to the building site and tore things apart with

my own bare hands?

Of course not. You never do your own dirty work.

Not when you can get one of your minions to do it for you. You want a choke on

your teeth?

Simmer down, simmer down, Lance.

Until you have something more to go on than just your feelings, I don't want to

hear another word.

Fine. I certainly hope Eric is wrong, Angela.

Because if he isn't, there'll be hell to pay.

Well, it looks like your little plan didn't work out.

Eric is still pitching for Melissa.

Yeah, well, he won't be for long.

Because tomorrow, Melissa's signature is going to appear at some certain

banker's office.

Thought he found his dream girl.

You wouldn't be doing this because you want to keep her all to yourself, would

you?

No, you wouldn't do that.

Let me just...

Mr. Channing.

What happened?

She died in childbirth. I don't know the particulars. The hospital wouldn't

allow us access to the records, sir.

What about the baby?

The boy survived.

He was taken from the nursery by Miss Wilder's brother.

Unfortunately, we haven't been able to locate him.

You called me all the way over here to tell me that?

We did have an address where Damon Rossini told the hospital he was taking

baby, but by the time we got there, he'd gone, sir. You were already in the air.

Take me back to the airport.

These are letters from the heads of the convent where Mrs. Compson has been

staying. Now, as you will read, her behavior has been exemplary.

Your Honor, we are not here to debate whether Julia Compson has been a model

prisoner.

Ms. Earl is correct. This is an appeals court, not a parole board.

Fine, then why don't we discuss the discrepancies in Mrs. Compson's original

preliminary hearing?

Although there was substantial evidence that she was emotionally distraught, she

was never ordered to undergo any kind of psychiatric observation.

Your Honor, most murderers who are caught red -handed are bound to be

distraught. The trial judge allowed her to act as her own attorney, even though

the woman obviously had some kind of perverse death wish.

Oh, come off it, Jordan. Diminished capacity is the oldest trick in the

Your Honor, the poor woman pleaded with the judge to give her the death penalty.

Now, the original attorney tried to intercede. The judge wouldn't even hear

it. And he didn't grant a request, either. Oh, no, he was so overwhelmed

mercy, he sentenced her to life imprisonment with no possibility of

And now he is allowing her to serve her sentence in a convent in Oregon.

Judge Archer, Julia Compson has already been granted more freedom than she ever

deserved. She is a menace. She murdered two people in cold blood.

I know that, Miss Earle.

That's why it pains me to make the only decision I can.

I've examined the trial transcripts.

And I reviewed your written arguments.

As an appeals court judge in the state of California, I am duty -bound to

protect the due process of the law.

I have no choice but to order the release of Julia Compson pending a new

Your Honor, this is a travesty.

Mr. Stavros, this is Byron Adams from the San Francisco Merchants Bank.

I hope I'm just overreacting, but I thought I ought to check with you first.

What is it?

Well, I have a request here to transfer $500 ,000 from the Agretti Stavros

Corporation to Melissa Agretti's personal account.

Go on.

We ran a routine signature check on the draft.

Melissa Agretti's is genuine.

Yours appears to be a forgery.

You sure about Melissa's signature?

I'm positive.

Uh, don't make any transfers until I've had a chance to speak to my partner.

And thanks for calling.

What is it?

Why don't you tell me?

That was our friendly banker.

It seems your signature is turning up in a lot of odd places these days.

I don't have any idea what you're talking about.

$500 ,000 transfer to your personal account.

Strange coincidence, isn't it? That's exactly what you were expected to say by

cutting corners on the construction site.

Don't tell me you believe that pack of lies.

You betrayed me, Melissa.

For weeks, people have been warning me about you.

I don't know why I ignored them.

Where are you going?

I'm sure as hell not staying here with Rue. You and me and that idiotic winery

you taught me into financing.

You're going to hear from my lawyer.

I intend to get my money back.

Eric, please don't leave me.

Even the ground around here is unstable.

What a fitting way to end our relationship.

How's Chase?

He's better.

Jordan called. He's been granted a new trial.

Glad to hear it.

If you don't mind, I've had a long flight. I need some sleep.

Yeah?

I heard somebody come in.

Who are you?

She showed up here this afternoon.

Sabrina Cross. This is my husband, Richard Channing.

And this is your son.

Is this your idea of a joke?

It's no joke, Mr.

Channing. Cassandra Wilder, she hired me during her pregnancy.

I was with her at the hospital at the time of her birth, and I was also there

when she died.

I didn't believe it at first either.

Would you?

Here's the baby's birth certificate.

His name is Michael.

Just a piece of paper.

I don't want to run a paternity test.

Can't you just let yourself be happy, Richard?

You've waited months for this.

Oh, shh.

Here.

Here.

Cass swore I'd never lay eyes on him.

She and her brother argued about that all the time.

Damon thought it was all wrong.

But he was really shook up after she died.

I guess that didn't stop him from sending me over here.

Michael Channing.

I like that.

Well, I'll just leave you two alone.

It's been a long time. since I held a baby in my arms.

Yes, it has.

A long time.

Well, hey, sir. Sheriff, what are you doing here?

Waiting to see you.

How's Chase?

The doctor says not to expect any miracles.

But he's holding his own.

We're only allowed to see him every few minutes.

Practically moved into the lobby here.

What's happening with Jeff Wainwright?

Well, the judge wants us to ship him off to a state hospital for observation.

We'll be taking him out there tomorrow.

Matter of fact, that's why I'm here. I didn't want you to hear about this in

newspapers.

Wainwright didn't shoot Chase.

What are you talking about? I was there. I saw him do it.

Wainwright fired a gun, all right, but apparently he missed. They ran a

ballistics test on the bullet they took from Chase.

It came from a rifle, not a handgun.

Wait a minute. This doesn't make any sense at all.

It's got all the markings of a contract hit.

The shooter took advantage of all the confusion to gun down Chase and make a

clean getaway.

The San Francisco police have agreed to post a man here at the hospital in case

someone tries again.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Sorry, Maggie.

I'll come by tomorrow. We've got a lot of questions that have to be answered if

we can ever figure out who's behind all this.

This isn't the kind of news we should tell Dad.

It's so good to see Julia again. She can help us with our wedding plans, and

this time she won't have to turn right around and go back to that convent.

I thought Julia liked it up there.

Well, it was certainly better than the alternative.

What's that?

Prusin.

Richard finally did something right.

That's something you should have done yourself, Grandmother. I'm not about to

give Richard any credit.

He's up to something.

I'm just... I'm worried about Julia.

Worried about what? She's free.

Not exactly.

She's facing a retrial.

And if she loses, they're not about to send her back to another convent.

Oh, Charlie, have you heard from Li Ying?

Not yet, Miss Channing. Perhaps in a day or two.

Poor Charlie. He's been so sad since he left.

Is that guest room still available?

Of course.

Did Melissa throw you out? Did she finally come to your senses?

You were right about her all along.

Oh, Eric.

I'm so sorry. I know how painful this must be. Leave the boy alone, Angela.

You've been praying for this for weeks.

Eric, what are you going to do now? Go right upstairs and call the Royal Hotel

in Monaco?

I'm going to book myself into the presidential suite and spend the next

weeks baking in the sun.

If you'll excuse me, I want to get a good night's sleep.

That makes two of us.

Don't look so smug.

Peter, I'm crushed.

Yeah.

Come to bed.

What are you doing here?

How did you get in here?

Well, Eric left in such a hurry, he forgot to bolt the front door.

Get out of here!

Get out of here before I call the sheriff!

I thought you might need the company.

You're going to be sorry in the morning.

You really have some nerve, baby, you know.

You and Angela are responsible for everything that happened to me.

The construction site.

The memo.

You even forged a bank draft.

Why do you do this to yourself?

Stop inventing villains, Melissa.

Eric came back to Fountaincrest tonight happy as a clam that he finally wriggled

out from underneath you.

What are you suggesting?

That Eric arranged everything?

He's sneakier than you and I put together.

Blame it on a case of second thoughts.

But he didn't have the guts to tell you himself.

That's not true.

I know, Eric.

He didn't waste any time, Melissa.

He walks into Falcon Crest, picks up the phone, and books himself in the

presidential suite at the Royal Hotel in Monaco.

What did he say? Three passion -filled weeks in the company of some young

heiress.

I'd like the Royal Hotel in Monaco, if there is such a place.

Oh, there is.

Sand, sun, topless beaches.

Everything you could want.

You know, you really are something, baby.

You haven't changed. You're still pulling the same old stuff, but this

you're not going to get away with it.

Yes, I just wanted to confirm a reservation.

The name is Eric Stavros.

Maybe I got the name of the hotel wrong.

You find your way in, you find your way back out.

I don't think I've felt this relaxed in years.

Well, here's to many more evenings like it.

time for me to be going.

Um, I believe that is my line. I'm the one who's always throwing you out of

here, you know.

I don't want to put any pressure on you.

I think things are moving fast enough as it is.

In my opinion, things have not been moving nearly fast enough.

I didn't know we had a crib.

Oh, we didn't. I rousted the owner of something for baby last night. Paid him

pretty penny to deliver this, didn't I? Yes, I did.

Well, I've asked Sabrina to stay on.

Help us out with Michael here.

Lucky us.

I've got an 8 o 'clock date at the Tuscany airport.

Julia Compson's coming in on a charter.

Don't forget to frisk her.

Very funny.

Your husband's a very charming man.

It's easy to see what Cassandra saw in him.

I certainly hope you don't have anything more on your mind than babysitting

Sabrina, because that is all you are going to get to do around here.

I never want to hear from you again. Is that clear?

How dare you threaten me like that?

You set foot in this country and I'll bury you myself.

Who is that?

An old friend.

If there's anything I can do for you. There isn't.

But thank you.

There's something in the air this morning. It's so heavy. So still. Not

birds are singing.

Well, there's really not much to sing about.

After what's happened to this family in the last few days.

Julia! Hello, Charlie.

You look so different.

Well, I went shopping yesterday.

Oh, it's so wonderful to be out of those drab clothes.

Welcome home, Mom. Thank you, darling.

We didn't expect you to this afternoon.

That's no way to welcome home the prodigal daughter.

It's wonderful to be home.

We're happy to have you with us. Thank you, Mother. After you get settled in,

Julia, give me a call. We'll have lunch. I will.

And thank you, Richard.

Thank you for everything.

Happy homecoming.

We have a code blue in the ICU.

Wheel him down to surgery stat.

I'd have 10 units of O negative standing by.

Doctor, what's going on?

He's hemorrhaging.

Maggie. Chase, I can't. I can't. I can't.

You're going to be fine. You'll be just fine.

Maggie, promise.

You won't give up what we worked and...

fought for. No.

No, we'll be together. We'll fight together as always. Okay. Okay.

Yes, darling. We'll fight together the way we always have. I promise you,

darling. I promise.

I love you, too.

About

how

much further we have to go. These handcuffs are a little tight.

Consider yourself lucky, pal.

We should be taking you to San Quentin, not some loony bin.

Emma, have you seen Julia?

Yeah, she's out in the winery with Mother and Peter.

Okay, tell her I'm going to meet her there, all right? Okay.

Uh -oh. It's all right, it's all right. It's just a little threat.

You have no right to hire that sexy nanny without consulting me first.

What's going on?

Don't you dare change the subject.

like an earthquake.

You alive?

My lucky day.

Who'd have thought an earthquake would be my salvation?