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Your son is absolutely terrified. His world is caving in on him. What do you

think we're doing, abusing him? You bet I do!

In one of the worst ways possible.

By the time this thing's finished, we'll prove who's fit to raise hope and who

isn't. The way you two have messed up with Joseph, that shouldn't be any

at all.

You little... You lied to Barlow!

Of course I lied. I am not about to let Cassandra Wilder come waltzing back into

your life.

I could kill you for what you've done to me.

Joseph. Grandma.

Grandma. Darling.

Hello. Cole, Joseph is here with us.

That's impossible. I put him to bed myself.

Cole, he ran away.

I don't know how he got here in the dark, but he did.

I'll be right over.

Don't.

He wants to spend the night here.

He says you and Melissa are fighting.

All right.

Just pick him up in the morning, okay?

Thanks, Mom.

Good night.

What happened?

Our son ran away from us.

I can't believe that your own daughter would have kidnapped you. Neither could

I, Emma.

I told her I never wanted to see her again.

Sophie was bad, but her husband was twice as bad.

You know, I knew something was wrong right from the beginning. I tried to

Mother, but she wouldn't believe me. She just thought that you were trying to

get out of the wedding. At least some of us knew better.

Well, I really have to be going.

You have the most comfortable jet in the world, sir, but I still didn't sleep a

wink. Thank you for coming to the rescue, Mr. Regan.

I'm sorry you didn't get to see it a little more action.

Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not.

Be here first thing in the morning.

This little adventure has cost us 48 hours.

Yes, ma 'am.

I'll walk you out.

Jet lag or not, I still want to see if I have a radio station that's

broadcasting.

See you folks later.

Bye -bye.

And now for the important part.

When's the wedding?

We haven't even had time to think about it.

What do you mean? You were in the air all night together. Come on, just give

a hint.

Mr. Stavros, you have a call from Madrid.

Huh?

So much business to catch up on.

You are getting married, aren't you?

Don't be pushy.

How's Joseph?

He's better.

Playing in the backyard.

Why didn't Melissa come with you? I wanted to speak to him first, by myself.

I'd like to talk to you for a minute.

Sit down.

I'm not in the mood for a lecture right now. That's bad, Cole.

I just sat up half the night with a little boy who couldn't stop crying.

Finally fell asleep.

Within an hour, he was awake, screaming.

For help.

A nightmare. Probably not his first, am I right?

Yeah, well, the last couple of months have been pretty tough on all of us.

Nicole, listen to me.

Your son is absolutely terrified. His world is caving in on him.

I would like to know what the hell is going on. Mother, what do you think

doing? Abusing him? You bet I think you're abusing him.

In one of the worst ways possible.

From what he tells me, you and Melissa are fighting some kind of a battle to

death.

It's just that there's been a lot of tension around the house recently.

But that'll change as soon as the custody suit is over.

Well, I hope so.

Especially if you get custody of Hope.

Because I tell you, I'd hate to wake up one night and find two little runaways

on my doorstep.

I called you last night. That must have been some party you were having. What

are you talking about? I was in bed by 10 o 'clock alone.

A man answered the phone and I heard you giggling in the background.

Listen, next time you call me, just try making sure you dial correctly.

You're late. I don't know about you, but my time is valuable. What's so

important? How would you like to get your stolen wine back?

Are you kidding?

Show him the folder.

The personal checking account of Miss Angela Channing.

You'll notice there's a check made out there to an Aaron Jones private

investigator. And saboteur extraordinaire.

For the sum of $10 ,000.

Angela hired her to hijack your wine.

That means Angela was responsible for Emma getting hurt.

Look, this is just a financial record. This isn't evidence of any wrongdoing.

I had a long talk with Miss Jones last night, and she sang like a mockingbird.

Sold it to a distributor, uh, Sloan.

Yeah, I know him.

Mr. Sloan is currently relabeling your wine, so it can't be traced to you.

Let's go talk to him.

It's Sunday.

You'll have to wait until tomorrow.

We don't have to wait to talk to Angela.

I'm going to deal with her myself.

Duane, let's not tip her off. Not until we've recovered the wine.

Thank you.

That's a positive.

It's one little family vendetta. I'm glad to see you laid to rest.

I wouldn't read too much into this if I were you. My motivation's economic, pure

and simple. That winds as much mind as it is ears.

Come on.

My name is Barlow.

I'm looking for Mr. Channing.

Yes, I've heard my husband mention you. I'm Mrs. Channing.

Aren't you one of the investigators he's got looking for Cassandra Wilder?

Yes. Listen, I have a plane to catch at 10 .30, and I need to talk to your

husband before I head out of town.

I'm afraid that's going to be impossible.

I don't expect to hear from my husband until late this afternoon.

Oh, I'll be halfway to London by then.

Mrs. Channing, this is urgent.

Then maybe you'd better share it with me.

Especially if it's about Cassandra Wilder.

All right.

We've learned that Miss Wilder is going to be in Paris tonight, six o 'clock

your time.

We don't know where she's coming from and we don't know where she's going.

But she's only going to be staying for a couple of hours.

Now, we can intercept her if Mr. Channing wants us to.

How? It's six o 'clock tonight. You'll be over the North Pole.

Our Paris office can handle the arrangements.

Just have Mr. Channing give them a call.

Don't worry about a thing, Mr. Barlow.

This information couldn't be in better hands.

Thank you.

You know, Dwayne and I are going bowling tonight.

Would anybody care to join us?

Mr. Stavros, there's someone here to see you.

Eric,

my boy.

Good to see you, Father. Good to see you.

Angela, Emma, Lance.

I'd like you to meet my son, Eric.

I'm not alone.

Hello, Father.

I came to beg you to forgive me. That will never be possible.

Please.

My husband's dead.

I killed him to save you. You killed him to save your own skin.

Your husband was in over his head.

The authorities believe it was a hunting accident, so you're free to live as you

see fit.

But I have washed my hands of you.

Father, listen to her. Give her a chance.

And where were you when all this was going on?

Nepal. Climbing Annapurna. You knew about this months ago.

Wait, wait, now. You two are brother and sister?

He is her half -brother.

Although she is no longer my daughter.

Don't do this to me, please.

What about what you did to me?

Papa.

I love you.

You had a fine way of showing it.

Now, please, just go.

Go.

It was a mistake bringing her here, Eric.

She's my sister.

You can reach us at the Tate Hotel.

We'll be there until Thursday.

I won't be calling, not as long as Sophie is with you.

I'm very tired, Angela. You'll forgive me if I go to my room.

Be sure to let her go to jail.

I agree.

It wasn't so long ago that Julia did something a lot worse.

You forgave her. I don't understand why you can't forgive Sophia.

What we want to do this afternoon is concentrate on print media as much as

possible. You've got a 4 .15, a 4 .45, 5 .15, 5 .45, and a 6 .15. You PR guys

don't waste any time, do you?

You think today's schedule is tough. Wait and see tomorrow's.

Oh, I'm sorry. You know, in all that commotion at the airport, I just forgot

your name.

Jeff Wainwright.

You wrote a hell of a book, you know.

Thanks. I mean it. I'm a writer.

I'm unpublished, and I'm unread, but I'm a writer.

I work at it all the time.

Good. Well, you stick with it, because I'll tell you, I think persistence is 90

% of that battle.

That may be, but I don't know.

It's intimidating.

I'm not sure how I should take that.

Oh, as a compliment, no.

100 % compliment.

I mean, it's a beautiful book. I loved it. It's sincere.

It's very feminine, sensuous.

I loved everything about it, including the picture on the cover.

Well,

you should be doing the interviews.

You know, as long as he sees me here, it's not going to take him long to

out why I'm here. Don't worry, I'll keep him occupied. Now, you're looking for

bottles labeled J .S. Reserve Jardinet.

wine, it's not going to be here for long.

Looking for all right. Now for the so -called acid test.

Okay. We're set.

Look at this. He didn't even bother to recork. That's our stamp.

Made him think he could get away with this. Because he's shipping it out of

area. It's headed for the East Coast day after tomorrow. It had $11 a bottle.

And he doesn't love his wife, and he wishes the Giants would leave San

Francisco. Real talkative sort, isn't he?

It's amazing what you can find out when you threaten to spend a little money.

I told him that I was interested in selling his Chablis at Tuscany Downs.

you didn't make any promises you can't keep, Richard.

I wouldn't use that swill to wet down the track.

I could have had a deputy sheriff do this. But since I knew I'd be seeing you

two anyway, I figured I'd give you these myself.

What is this?

Just part of the legal process.

Greg wants to take a deposition from each of you.

They want to take the depositions at Falcon Crest.

Can you believe that?

What if I'm busy tomorrow evening?

Then you'll be held in contempt.

We'll be there.

And we'll see you in court, too.

By the time this thing's finished, we'll prove who's fit to raise hope and who

isn't. The way you two have messed up with Joseph, that shouldn't be any

at all.

You little... Cool it, Melissa.

Let go of me.

I'd say you've got a problem.

Now, now, hold on. Now, here, what are you telling me?

She vanished again?

What do you mean? You had her?

You knew where she was? You let her slip through your fingers?

I don't want to hear excuses, Barlow. You're fired.

Gordon, it's almost post time.

I'm tempted to wring the life out of that pretty little neck of yours.

Kinky, but not my style. Why didn't you tell me about Cass?

Tell you what?

Don't play games with me, young lady.

You knew damn good and well that she was going to be in Paris.

Oh, Richard, I am so sorry. I completely forgot. I just... You lied to Barlow.

You knew exactly where I was going to be yesterday morning, and you deliberately

kept me from finding out about Cassandra.

Of course. I lied. I am not about to let Cassandra Wilder come waltzing back

into your life.

I don't give a damn about her.

I want my child.

If you really want a child, we can have one.

Just give me a chance.

I could kill you for what you've done to me, so get out of here while you still

can.

It's delicious, Angela.

I just wish I had more of an appetite.

Wealth is a terrible thing.

You keep talking like that and I'll lose my appetite.

It's true.

When was the last time you heard of a daughter kidnapping her father to gain

control of his gas station?

Oh, that doesn't make any sense.

No.

But when a man owns as much as I do, even his own children can turn on him.

Wasn't so long ago Sophia was just a little girl.

I used to come home from a business trip, throw off my coat.

We'd get down on the floor and play silly games.

She used to love to be tickled.

I took custody of her when I divorced her mother.

Boy, remember that scandal.

Rich playboy leaves wife for Austrian countess.

Then Eric was born.

Sophia had what she'd always wanted, a little brother.

I don't know when it happened, but she lost her innocence, and

I lost my Sophia.

This is not a good time for us to consider getting married.

I hope you understand that.

I'll be leaving for Europe tomorrow night.

Maybe he'll change his mind.

I've never seen him so angry and depressed.

I wish I could get my hands on his daughter.

What more could you do to her?

Besides, it wouldn't do Peter one bit of good.

He's never going to feel happy again until he stops hating Sophia.

You are the last person I expected to hear from, Sarah. Why?

We've always been friends.

Sometimes more than friends.

I know, but you married Richard.

And you fell in love with Apollonia. That doesn't mean we're not entitled to

happy reunion every now and then.

I'm not into one -night stands anymore, Terry.

I really have a reputation to live down, don't I? Hey, you and me.

I'm not looking for anything more than a glass of wine and a little sympathy.

Oh, I tell you, Richard is not the ideal husband.

I got what I wanted.

His name, his influence.

Although I'm starting to think I lost more than I gained.

Sweetheart, why are you telling me this?

Because you always had it all.

And up until now, I never understood why it didn't satisfy you.

Another drink?

It's not going to do the trick either.

I feel a chill.

Let's get out of here.

You want to go into the city with me and stare at Jordan Roberts' apartment

building?

My husband is a very strange attorney, and I just want to find out how strange.

Sounds exciting, but I think it'll let you enjoy yourself.

Terry.

Gorgeous. I know what you're up to, sweetheart, and I don't think I'll like

very much.

I promise you, my husband hates it.

But after your father -in -law died, you went to Tuscany Valley and took over

the vineyards.

I don't know. It was more of a feeling, intuition, than anything else. But I

thought maybe it had something to do with Coles coming up on assault charges

here in New York.

And that you felt the wide open spaces might help him.

Boy, you know more about my family than I care to remember.

I'd do my homework.

But it worked. I mean, you know, Coles following his father's footsteps.

Happily married.

He's maybe not so happily married.

Look, you know everything else. You might as well know that, too.

They're having some problems right now.

I'm sorry.

How about you?

Is the passion still there?

In your marriage?

You're asking as the PR man or as the writer?

The writer.

You know, it's like the ocean.

Sort of ebbs and flows.

clouds come over, a storm blows in.

Hmm.

Where's the tide now? In or out?

In. Definitely in.

You do have a long day tomorrow, you know, and it's late, so why don't you go

up to the room? I'll take the check here.

Thank you.

Oh, and you know, I want to thank you for making this day so easy, because I

think it might have been rather painful.

Thanks. Good night.

You check, Mr. Wainwright?

Thanks, Scott. Lovely dinner, companion this evening? Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. She's lovely.

How refreshing to see a low

-budget movie about revenge and love as opposed to a pretentious opera about

revenge and lust. Oh, I didn't know you were an opera buff.

No, I'm not. Angela is.

You know, I think it's funny that our respective employers seem to be cast

the same mold. They're forever dragging their high -priced attorneys around in

social events. I think it's time that the two attorneys did some of the

dragging.

I'm due at court in the morning. Don't worry.

I'll see you get there.

Oh, no. Don't tell me it's starting all over again.

Be patient with me, please. Be patient.

I love you, Jordan.

I love you, too.

Can't that be enough?

No. Look, I mean, if it were just a matter that you objected to sex before

marriage, I mean, that I'd understand. But you're behaving as if the very idea

of making love to me is utterly repulsive.

Well, you know what I've been through. I mean, what do you expect from me? Well,

I don't expect you to roll over and play dead. I mean, go back to that

counseling. Go rejoin the therapy. I mean, do something to fight this thing.

Why? So you can enjoy yourself at my expense?

Oh, terrific.

That's exactly the attitude I'm talking about.

I think you have worn out your welcome.

Thank you.

See you around.

What'll it be?

Cut and run.

Hello,

Jordan.

Funny seeing you here. I never would have thought this was your kind of

Sorry, lady, you've got a wrong number. My name is Monica Smith. Thank you.

And this is exactly my kind of place.

Would you like a drink, ma 'am?

No, thank you.

Cut the act, Jordan. I followed you here from your apartment.

Honey, this is a big club.

Why don't you go bother someone else?

I saw the light on.

I hope you've calmed down after your little outburst.

Good night, Richard.

Did you bring Lance home with you?

What do you care?

You haven't exactly overwhelmed me with affection.

I want to tell you something.

You can prowl all you want, as long as you do it under the cover of night, and

as long as you don't do it in my place of business.

I'll soon forget.

I own half that racetrack.

Not for turning tricks, you don't.

You want to do that, you go out in the street with the rest of the hookers.

You underestimated me, Terry.

It's time you knew what you got yourself into.

No! Yes!

$1 ,500.

Now, I mean business.

Now, you either play by my rules or I'm gonna cut you out of the game.

You wouldn't dare!

What are you going to do now?

That depends on your attitude.

I just... I wouldn't have it any other way.

She all right?

Just a touch of colic.

Go on back to bed. I can take care of you.

It's true what they say about mothers and babies.

I can be in a sound sleep, but I always wake up just before Hope starts to cry.

It's like I have some sort of sixth sense about her.

must be joking.

Well, we haven't seen each other for ten minutes since we got back, and I want

you to humor me.

Hello,

Father.

What's the meaning of this, Angela?

Well, if you're taking off for Europe tonight, this may be our last meal

together. And I thought it would be nice if Sophia had her last meal with you,

too. No, thank you. Now, listen.

You come in here and sit down.

Come on.

I said sit.

Eric, your father tells me that you're a very fine pianist.

Would you like to play something for me?

Of course.

Good.

Charlie, will you start with the soup?

And see to it that Mr.

Stavros doesn't go anywhere.

Come on.

Father. Not a word.

As far as I'm concerned, you're not even here.

What would you like to hear?

Well, let's say, um, a little Chopin.

You know, your father is impossible.

He'd take that as a compliment.

And so would you, I'm told.

Thank you for doing this. I hope it works.

I'd better.

He's been miserable ever since he's been back.

Sophia wasn't the only one who felt that father was making a mistake by marrying

you.

Thought he'd lost his mind Now I know what he sees in you

You

may

go Charlie I'm not going to run away

these days, I'm held captive.

Father, I'll never forgive myself for what I did to you.

Sophia, please, enough of that.

I was wrong from the start.

Wrong about Philippe.

And wrong about you.

Do you think for one moment that a meek little apology can make up for that?

Please try to understand.

Understand what?

That you had me kidnapped?

That you locked me up in my own house?

What am I supposed to think of the child you're carrying?

The child of that monster.

This baby is your grandchild.

What would you have me do, get an abortion?

I was frightened.

Philippe would have left me if I hadn't helped him.

It all came to a fitting end.

You've lost everything, including Philippe.

I didn't lose him. I killed him.

The love of my life, the father of my baby, he's dead.

And the man whose life I saved won't have anything to do with me now.

If you'd only listened to me when I first warned you about him.

He cared about me, Father. He made me feel good about myself.

You were a stranger.

You loved...

Why should I ever listen to you?

It was wrong of me to come here today.

Sophia.

Sophia.

I don't know if Sophia and I can ever recapture what we've lost.

But we'll never find out if we don't try.

Thank you, Angela.

Well, I did it for my own peace of mind. You did it because you love me.

I asked you before, now I ask you again.

Will you marry me?

Well, I said it before and the answer is still the same.

Yes, Peter.

What's the matter with you? Are you coming down with a cold?

No, I don't think so. Why? You look like the devil.

Oh, I might have caught something.

They're slow.

Bob, Gary, come with me.

Canning, what do you think you're doing? Well, a long time no see. Now, there's

no need to call the fire department. We just stopped by to pick up a little

wine. You mean steel, don't you?

Keep him here while I call the sheriff.

That's not such a good idea, Sloan, considering how you got the wine in the

first place.

I want to know something.

Did you steam the labels off?

Or did you stay up all night with a razor blade?

Get out.

Fine with us. Oh, by the way, I gave the contract for Tuscany Downs to somebody

else. Better luck next time, gentlemen.

All right, let's get back to work.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

help you God?

I do.

I assume that your attorney has acquainted you with the procedure.

You assume correctly.

I don't know what she's doing here. It's her legal right.

And it was my choice.

So, let's start at the beginning.

Give your full legal name for the record.

Cole Hartford Giaberti.

So, let me review what you've just told me. At the time that Melissa Agretti

married Lance Compton, she was already pregnant with your child.

Soon after that, Joseph was born. And soon after that... You filed a custody

suit which you subsequently lost, correct?

That's correct.

In other words, this is not your first time to bat.

It seems that custody suits are becoming something of a habit.

Quit editorializing, Mr. Reardon.

Strike that.

You may strike that from the record.

There is, however, one thing that I don't understand.

You lost the case, and yet somehow you regained custody of Joseph long before

your own marriage to Melissa.

How did that happen? Melissa turned him over to me.

For no reason at all?

I don't see the point to this line of questioning.

But the judge will, Mr. Wicker, and you know that.

I'm only going to ask the same questions as I'm going to ask in the court, and I

see no reason why he can't answer them here.

Angela Channing talked my father into giving her half a falcon crest in

for legal custody of Joseph.

I don't know what kind of arrangement she made with Melissa. Oh, I see.

So just as you're in the habit of custody fights, she's in the habit of

and selling babies. Fascinating.

Strike that.

Melissa also has a criminal record, doesn't she?

Yes. Do you recall why?

She got Lance into trouble.

She framed him for attempted murder, didn't she?

Yes.

Did she spend some time in jail?

You know she did. You were her attorney. Yes or no? Yes. How long did she spend

in jail? Eight weeks. And now she's currently on probation for attempting to

ruin an innocent man's life? Yes, damn it!

For that matter, Melissa Greti comes from Gioberti's past. It's so full of

and deception, she seems hardly fit for society, let alone motherhood. You're

badgering my client, Mr. Airden. If you want this deposition to continue, you

will conduct yourself more like an attorney and less like the town bully.

Then I only have one other question Cole Do you

really believe that you are fit to raise another child

Come on

answer the question

I know you love Hope.

I love her too.

But I don't want her to suffer the way Joseph's suffering now.

I'm sorry we put you through all this.

I'm dropping the suit.

Let's go.

What happened?

I told Robin she could keep the baby.

You what? It's over.

We're lousy parents, and we have a lousy marriage.

It's over, all right.

Immunity from prosecution isn't something that we in the district

office make it a habit of granting.

We only consider it when we have the opportunity to convict an important

criminal. Angela thinks she's important, and I know she's a criminal. Put the

two together, and we meet your criteria.

I'd like to prosecute you, too.

Your involvement in that hijacking was abhorrent.

You should have your private investigator's license revoked, and you

locked up.

Good luck getting me to testify against myself.

But I'll help you send Angela to prison in exchange for immunity.

Caroline.

All right.

I'll have a warrant sworn out for Mrs. Channing's arrest.

She'll be in custody by noon tomorrow.

Good. Thank you, prosecutor.

Maybe they'll throw away the key.

Next on Falcon Crest.

Is anything wrong?

When say so, I have here a warrant for the arrest of Angela Channing.

You don't waste any time, do you? I want you both out of here now.

What makes you suddenly decide you can move in on me?

I just thought of her last night. Last night was a one -time only thing. A

mistake made in the heat of passion and not an invitation for you to make my

life more miserable than it already is.

Where's Angela?

She asked me to look after things in her absence.

Until Angela returns, I will be running Falcon Crest.