All language subtitles for falcon_crest_s02e15_broken_promises

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.