All language subtitles for falcon_crest_s05e21_law_and_ardor

Is anything wrong?

When safe, though, 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 after 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.

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

We're way ahead of you. A cab's on its
way to take Robin to the airport. I'll

past. I've already taken care of that.

Melissa, can we be mature about this?

Count your blessings. I could have
burned this job.

Why did you do this?

Hope was our only chance.

It wasn't thinking about us.

I was thinking about Hope.

I dreamed that baby.

I made her happen. She's mine.

You only want her so that Robin can't
have her.

I thought you'd give us a reason to stay
together, for Joseph's sake.

Whatever happens now is your fault.

Why is it always somebody else's fault?

It must be nice going through life
knowing that you're never going to have

take responsibility for your actions.

I'll never forgive you for this.

I'll just have to live with that.

Well, I hope you didn't stick one of my
cashmere sweaters in there.

Don't worry, I'm not taking any more
stuff than I brought.

You really screwed up my life, you know.

I only finished what you started.

You want to hold her for a minute?

Cole, I never meant to hurt you.

I know that.

I'll tell her what a good father you
would have been if things had been

different.

You sure you're going to be okay?

My godmother will take good care of us.

With all your support.

With anything extra you need.

I'll let you know.

I'm going back to school.

I want Hope to be proud of me someday.

She will.

She will.

Oh, there's the cab.

Here we go.

Come on.

Come on. I'll help you out. No.

Please, I can manage.

I fell in love with you the night we
made love.

If you ever want me, you know where I'll
be.

You must be tired, Mr. Reardon.

No, I haven't been the peasant of the
day, Johnny.

Then I hate custody cases the best of
time.

Oh, I'll just be a moment. And then you
can close up.

No, Harry.

Excuse me.

Dwayne, it's late. Emma's in bed.

It's not Emma I'm here to see. It's
Angela.

Good night, Charlie. Good night.

I'm sorry. She's retired for the night.

Then get her up. I've got something to
say to her.

Please, come back tomorrow.

What is it, Charlie?

Oh, Dwayne.

Something wrong?

You bet there is. And I want to talk to
the lady responsible.

You may go, Charlie.

All right, Dwayne, out with it.

It's between me and Angela.

Private.

Angela and I will be husband and wife
before the week is out. We have no

secrets. Well, if that's true, then you
must have been in on it, too.

In on what?

The hijacking.

Chase's wine.

Stolen on the way to market.

Emma got hurt, and Angela was behind the
whole thing.

Oh, that's impossible.

Angela would never do a thing like that.
No?

Well, we've got the people she hired to
do her dirty work for her.

She's a dangerous lady, and I'm taking
Emma away from here.

How much of this does Emma know?

I haven't had the heart to tell her, but
she's going to find out soon enough

because Chase and Richard are going to
prosecute.

The sheriff's showing up here tomorrow
with a warrant for her arrest.

Oh, Dwayne, what are you doing here?

Came to talk to your mother, Emma. Tell
her you're moving out of Falcon Crest.

I am?

Yeah. Go ahead and get packed.

I'll be back for you tomorrow.

I guess I can talk to Angela then.

Good night.

I'd love to run away with him.

But how can I do it just before the
wedding?

Your mother is very lucky to have you,
Emma.

I must be in the wrong room.

Couldn't be more right.

I just cozied it up a little.

Cozied it up? I'd say you were
overwhelmed by the nesting instinct.

You've got to be kidding me.

Your clothes on that side, my clothes
on... And our toothbrushes side by side

the bathroom, I'll bet.

Mine's the one with the soft bristles.

You always were a pushy, Terry.

But you're... What are you...

You got a whole wing of this place to
yourself. What makes you suddenly decide

you can move in on me?

I just thought after 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.
Last night could never have happened.

Was it really that bad?

I didn't say bad.

I said should never have happened.

But that's... Now I'm going to have to
buy myself a whole new wardrobe.

I don't even know what to do with all of
this stuff. No, put it up in your own

room.

What?

It's available. Just stick it up in your
own room. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

This is just a temporary stop. I'm not a
kid anymore.

I feel weird about moving back in here.

We're not talking about forever.

Just give you a chance to get your head
together and make some decisions. We'll

stay out of each other's way.

Thanks.

Okay.

Sorry about that.

This is a book of poetry I gave Melissa
before we were married.

It's over.

It's really over.

I'm sorry.

Knowing Melissa, she's probably not
going to make it easy for you.

Dad, there's no way we're going to be
able to make a deal for her harvest now.

Don't even think about that. You've got
more important things to worry about.

You're really going to go after Angela?
You bet.

That hijacking gave us just the
ammunition we needed to fang the dear

lady.

Come on, let's get this stuff upstairs
and I'll make us some coffee.

If I get good and strong, there's no way
I'm going to be able to get any sleep

tonight anyway.

What are you doing here?

Well, it's hard to get in New York this
time of year.

Well, thank you. I mean, lovely.

I'm sorry, I was a little taken aback.
You treat all of your visiting authors

like this?

No. No, I have an ulterior motive. Uh
-huh. And I thought you looked so

harmless.

That's a little something I'm hoping
you'll read.

It's a novel.

It's the first draft, and it's
unfinished.

And it's written by me.

Oh, dear. Listen, I need an honest
opinion. No holds barred.

I trust you. Jeff, please don't do this
to me. I mean, what if I hate it? I

don't want to nip a young writer in the
bud. Listen, if it's no good, you'd be

doing me a favor, wouldn't you?

All right.

No holds barred, though, okay?

Uh -huh.

That's me.

Well, I mean, really, thank you for
everything, the violets and the whole

and I guess I'll be seeing you again,
huh?

You're gonna have trouble getting rid of
me.

Sorry.

Any sign of Mother? She hasn't come down
yet. There's nobody staring upstairs.

Headache, perhaps?

Never. It's not like Father to sleep in
so late, either.

Perhaps he and Angela kept each other
awake last night.

Yeah, they did, fighting.

Oh, Lance exaggerates.

It wasn't pillow talk.

Get used to it. He and my mother fought
constantly.

She wasn't nearly as strong -willed as
Angela.

Morning,

Sheriff. Charlie, bring forward a cup of
coffee. Sorry, Lance, this is not a

social call.

Is anything wrong?

You might say so. I have here a warrant
for the arrest of Angela Channing.

What?

Johnny is gone.

Mr. Stavros, too. I found this on his
dresser. It's for you, Eric.

Angela and I could wait no longer. By
the time you read this, we will be

married.

They've eloped?

Don't worry if you don't hear from us.
We will be in touch as soon as we can.

Please let the others know.

You won't mind if I take a look around
upstairs?

I mind very much.

Sorry, Charlie, I have to do this.

You won't find them. It's not like
grandmother not to leave a note. At

instructions a mile long.

She never would have gotten married
without all of us there.

A man can be pretty persuasive when he's
in love.

My father is definitely in love.

It didn't sound like it last night.

You have any idea what they were arguing
about?

Could have been anything. Wedding plans.

Peter's mustache.

Lance, what were they accusing her of?

That's not important, Emma.

Floor, did you find anybody hiding in
the closet?

Timing of this elopement is just a
little too good to be true.

Let me know if you hear from either one
of them.

Good, it's you. I need to get into
Richard's desk and see if he doesn't

key.

Oh, I have it.

But you still can't get into that desk.

He's got some papers I need. They were
right here on his desk the other day.

I want them.

Terry, I would love to help you. I
really would.

But Richard asked me not to let anyone
prowl around this office.

He couldn't possibly have met me.

Oh, I know he's your husband.

Don't you think it would be nice to
leave him some privacy?

You might.

Consider being more cooperative.

Or do you want me to tell him about your
night games?

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

Our sweet little gold locks, picking up
strangers in bars.

I suppose you thought you could hide
under an assumed name.

Terry, you go right ahead and tell
Richard anything you want.

He already knows you're a liar.

Suds, my personal life is my business.

Unless it starts interfering with my
work.

From what I saw the other night, that's
only a matter of time.

Really, Terry, I would just love to have
you stay and chat, but I have a

business meeting to get ready for.

Bankers, loan agreements, etc.

You wouldn't be interested.

Don't underestimate me.

There's a lot that interests me.

I was very disappointed.

I thought I could count on you to get
the word to Mr. Channing about Cass

Wilder's whereabouts.

Look at it from my point of view, Mr.
Barlow. Would you tell your wife where

could rendezvous with an ex -boyfriend?

A good detective, Mrs. Channing. A pro.

You made me look bad.

I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you with a
little job of my own, if you're

willing.

$125 an hour.

Plus a bonus if you come up with some
hard evidence. Wiretaps, photographs,

whatever.

You want me to tell someone, huh?

You bet I do.

Oh, honey. You should have warned me you
were coming home early.

You give a guy a heart attack with a
surprise like that. I meant you.

You sounded so bleak last night. Is
everything all right?

I didn't want to tell you over the
phone.

Cole and Melissa had split up.

Cole's staying here for the time being.

And Hope.

Well, he relinquished custody, and
Robin's taken her back east to live.

Well, I was afraid that would happen.

Tell you, I'm very upset about losing
Melissa, but it sure hurts to lose Hope.

How's Cole taking it?

He'll be all right. He's talking with B.
Riley Wicker right now, working some

things out.

Whoa, look at this.

It's your favorite. Where'd you get it?
No.

Oh, the, um... This, um...

This young guy who was escorting me
around New York, the publisher's rep, is

going away present.

That's very nice.

I'll take your bags upstairs.

Oh, thanks, honey.

You're not even a little jealous, huh?

I doubt he's my type.

Honey, I'm so sorry. No, I know.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Hmm. You know, you just want to spare
your kids all the painful things in

and you just can't do it. It's all part
of growing up, I guess.

Yeah, I know. That's the way I'm feeling
about Joseph right now.

B. Riley's predicting a long, drawn -out
custody battle.

Well, wait a minute. Not if you and
Melissa decide to share custody.

Joseph belongs with me, Mom. Oh, come
on. That little boy has two parents.

Melissa has her faults, but she loves
him. She may be a lousy wife, but she's

good mother. Which side are you on,
anyway?

I'm on Joseph's side.

Damn that woman.

I was looking forward to seeing her face
behind bars, Sheriff. This is your

fault. Now, instead, she's probably off
doing the cha -cha on some South

American port.

We don't know where she is.

We have to assume that they did elope.

Come on. She got wind of what we were up
to and took off, hoping it would blow

over.

Don't worry. The D .A. won't let that
happen.

Just what are you planning on doing,
Sheriff?

Well, I can't call out a posse until I
know which direction the suspect is

headed. Right.

Don't worry. I've got out on all points
bulletin.

She'll turn up.

Well, let us know what's happening, will
you? Sure thing, Chase.

What are we going to do?

Well, we've got a winery to run, and the
first order of business is to find a

replacement for the Agretti harvest.

I'll see what I can do.

Meanwhile, I will look for an
alternative harvest in case you fail to

Melissa. I'm willing. There must be
other harvests in the valley. Yeah, but

like that one.

Unless you count Paolo Bellini's.

Bellini, Bellini, Bellini. I don't know
him.

He's got a little vineyard on a south
slope, some of the best vines in the

valley. He won't do business with the
Giobertis, though. Why not?

No family feud.

Feuds can be patched up.

Not this one.

Look, I'm a -chanting now to Giaberti.
I'll take a crack at it. Anything beats

sitting around here waiting for Angela.
Angela won't be gone long, you know

that.

Thawkencrest is her greatest weakness.

Just what I've always suspected.

There's a touch of the vampire in you,
Jase.

You bet.

None of this makes any sense, you know.
What doesn't? It makes perfectly good

sense. She obviously got wind of the
fact that Chase and Richard wanted to

prosecute for the hijacking, and so she
fled with Peter.

I don't buy it. It's not like
grandmother just to pick up and leave.

What hijacking?

We're not just talking dirty tricks
here, Lance. We're talking major felony,

which is liable to result in a very
stiff prison sentence.

If she's found guilty... Hey, you two
just... That was so maddening. The whole

case hinges on the evidence of a...

Not too reputable private detective by
the name of Miss Jones, who,

incidentally, I could tear to shreds in
two minutes flat in the witness stand if

Angela hadn't panicked. Yeah, yeah, but
Peter and Angela didn't even know there

was a worn -out for their arrest. Yeah,
but Dwayne did. That's obviously why he

came here last night. No way.

I didn't come to warn her. I came to
give her hell for almost getting Emma

killed. Will somebody please tell me
what is going on?

Emma, I think you'd better go upstairs.

No, I will not go upstairs. I belong
here.

Look, hold up, guys. Hold up. I mean,
she's bound to find out sooner or later.

Emma, your mother is wanted for
masterminding the hijacking in which you

injured. No.

Duane, tell him it's... It's true, Emma.

I'm sorry.

Come on, let's go. I'll explain it all
to you later. No.

Why didn't you tell me about it? I
didn't want to hurt you.

Everybody is always protecting me.

Mother, Lance, now you.

I am not a child and I won't be treated
like one.

For Pete's sake, Emma, you're taking
this all wrong.

Come on, Emma, let's go. No!

And don't you try to bully me either.

I'm just trying to keep you out of her
clutches.

You know, it makes me wonder if you
really don't enjoy her beating up on

You can go now, Dwayne.

Of course I know what time it is.

No, we can't wait until morning. Look,
my friend, I have been waiting all day

hear from Mr. Bellini.

Now, either he talks to me now or I call
back in five minutes. And every five

minutes for the rest of the night.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm looking for the shoes I was wearing
the night you attacked me.

Oh, who attacked you? I've got claw
marks all the way down my back.

Hello?

Hello? Mr. Bellini?

Yes, this is Richard Channing.

I would like to drop by and see you
tomorrow on a matter of business. And if

weren't urgent, I wouldn't be so
insistent.

No, I'm sorry. I really can't discuss it
over the phone.

Yes, I understand.

I'm a busy man myself.

I won't take up more than 15 minutes of
your time.

Fine.

I have a meeting in the morning, but I
can be at your place at 2 o 'clock.

Thank you. Good night.

Hi.

Everything quiet at the winery?

Oh, yeah.

Chardonnay's aging in the vats.

Computer's down for the night.

Still no word from Angela.

What are you reading?

Uh, it's, um, Jeff's novel.

Who's Jeff?

The, um, the guy I told you about. You
know, the publisher's rep who was

squiring me around New York. Oh, yeah,
Violets. He's a writer, too, huh?

Well... I guess you might call it that.
It's more like... more like an assault

on the senses.

Ask me to read it and give him my
opinion.

Is he any good?

I tell you, I don't know what to make
out of it. It's very... dark.

You know, it has all these kind of
hidden meanings and undertones and

messages, and he breaks all the rules,
and yet I'm... I'm involved.

I can't put it down.

Well, let's do it like that.

I know.

What?

I wish I didn't have to leave tomorrow.

I feel so safe here.

Well, let's not let this night go to
waste then.

I'm sure she's on her way. Be here any
minute. Have some more coffee.

Well, if you hear from her, will you let
me know right away?

Thank you.

Where is she? Well, that was her
answering service. They cannot seem to

her. Oh, that's just terrific.

Jordan knew about this meeting a week
ago. I'll wring her neck. I've got three

of the most important bankers in the
city in there twiddling their thumbs.

she had an accident. Don't you dare make
excuses for her. Find her.

We've waited long enough, Mr. Channing.

Well, yes, me too.

To tell you the truth, my attorney seems
to have vanished.

You have a sizable balloon payment due
next month on the racetrack. Uh -huh.

You told us you wanted to discuss a new
financial arrangement.

Yes, I do.

And what I'd like to do is to refinance.
Have your attorney call.

If you don't start acting in good faith,
we'll foreclose on you. How nice.

You always let her do the talking?

I love it.

I'll take it. In fact, I'll take all of
them.

You have excellent taste, Miss Smith.
Thank you.

But please, call me Monica.

I just hate it when gentlemen address me
by my last name.

There you go.

Box these up. I'll just wear this one.

Excuse me, Miss Smith, but who is Jordan
Roberts?

Uh -huh. You don't want to know.

You just gave me his credit card.

Oh, don't worry. She won't mind. Just go
ahead and run it through.

I'm sorry.

But unless you can pay for this
yourself, I'm going to have to ask you

off that coat.

Oh, really?

What a shame.

$30 ,000 worth of furs.

You just lost yourself such a nice...

Sir Anthony Van Dyke.

Flemish. Favorites of mine.

You have a very impressive collection.

I'm an admirer of Renaissance art.

Paolo Bellini.

Oh, Richard Channing.

The man who brought us Tuscany Downs.

A sad day in the history of this
community.

Are all these originals?

My father brought some of them over from
Italy.

Others I acquired through the years.

My wife.

I lost her a year ago.

I'm sorry.

I think your paintings are worth more
than your vintage.

I hope you carry a lot of insurance.

I have an extensive security system,
virtually impregnable.

My time is valuable, Mr. Channing.

What is it you wish to discuss with me?

Oh, yes.

Your harvest.

I'd like to buy it.

It's not for sale.

You haven't even heard my terms yet.

When I was a boy, my father and Joseph
Gioberti shared a passion for gambling.

There was a card game.

Accusations of cheating.

A gun was fired.

My father was dead.

Murdered. I vowed then that I would
never do business with a member of the

Gioberti family.

I'm not the Gioberti.

You're Angela Channing's stepson, Chase
Gioberti's half -brother, and his

partner. It's out of the question.

$1 ,800 a ton for your Cabernet grapes.

That's 50 % more than you're getting
now.

Show Mr.

Channing to the door.

He's got a pretty elaborate security
system. And attack dogs. You're not

of dogs, are you? Dogs, no.

He's also got a servant who doubles as a
chauffeur, handyman.

Arm guards?

No. Now, you wouldn't let a little thing
like that stop you anyway, would you?

Of course not.

All right, then. Get going. I want this
done quickly.

I heard Angela Channing left town. Is
that true?

Yeah, yeah. I guess she figured prison
life wouldn't agree with her.

I'm thrilled.

I don't particularly relish the idea of
testifying against her.

You let me worry about Angela.

You worry about Mr. Bellini.

Okay.

What is she doing here?

I got a better question.

Where in the hell were you this morning?
We had a meeting with my bankers,

remember?

I was nursing a migraine. I guess the
time just got away from me.

Oh, gee, I'm sorry.

You know... Here.

I could have spared a couple of aspirin.

Maybe I should arrange a long vacation
for you.

That won't be necessary, Richard. I am
sorry. I will try to make it up to you.

All right.

Look, I've got to refinance this balloon
payment. Otherwise, I could lose the

racetrack. You know, those bankers are
like a pack of wolves waiting at the

door. I know.

I'll schedule another meeting with them.
All right, I'll do it right now.

Looks like we're seatmates.

What are you doing here?

I'm going to Los Angeles with you.

Look, I hope you don't mind, but I
decided to handle the rest of the book

myself.

Well, I guess even if I did mind, it's a
little late to register a complaint.

The publishers agreed with me, you know.
They said your book's too important to

be left in the hands of local PR guys.

Oh, well.

And besides, we had a lot of fun in New
York.

Oh,

I read your novel.

Very compelling.

Very. I did find some of the imagery a
little disturbing, but I... Oh, great.

I'll take it as a compliment.

Well, Ben is a compliment.

Well, we've got a plane to catch.

Warms from Randy.

Yes, sir.

Edward? There's been an intruder.

Call the sheriff.

Hello? Mr. Bellini, Richard Channing.

I trust you had a pleasurable evening in
the city.

How did you know I went into the city?

I hope you had a chance to reconsider.

Chase and I would like to do business
with you. You broke into my house, and

you're threatening me.

Our offer should be more than enough to
upgrade that impregnable security system

of yours.

You won't get away with this, Channing.
I admire you, Mr. Bellini. Now, don't

let me down.

I don't understand it.

It's not like my grandmother at all.

It's just like my father, though.

Months pass without a word.

You ever think about making your own
brandy here?

It's funny you ask. We used to make this
stuff about 60 years ago.

That's how my family stayed alive during
Prohibition.

We have a criminal heritage.

You're not alone.

The stories I could tell about Stavros
shipping.

pulling up out front.

Charlie. You're back.

Hello, Emma. Hi.

Where's Angela?

She's staying on in Europe for another
week or two.

She's buying cork and lining up some new
cuttings for the vineyard.

She asked me to look after things in her
absence.

Excuse me.

This is her power of attorney.

Yes. Made out to me.

Until Angela returns, I will be running
Falcon Crest.

expedition. There's so much baloney and
you know it. Believe what you will, but

that's all I'm going to say about it.
She is a fugitive. Hiding her is not the

answer. It's not her style either.

I'm not hiding her anywhere. I married
her. Yeah, and came back here alone. No

bride, no marriage certificate.

You're hiding something from us, Peter.
Look, you're all jumping to conclusions.

I want to speak to her now.

Patience, Mr. Reardon. I'm sure she'll
be checking in very soon. May I remind

you that she is charged with a felony.

The longer she stays away, the guiltier
she looks. You're getting all upset over

nothing. Now go home, get a good night's
sleep.

Be here first thing in the morning.
We've got a lot of work to do.

I won't take any orders from you, not
till I've spoken to Mrs. Channing.

Fine, then take a vacation. Go to
Hawaii.

Go comet watching in New Zealand.

Stay out of my way or I'll roll right
over you.

Oh, no.

You won't push me aside as easily as all
that.

I'm going to watch you so closely you're
going to start believing I'm your

second shadow.

He's right.

Keeping her away is only going to make
things worse for her. Lance, please

excuse us. Eric and I have some business
to discuss.

Lance,

what is going on?

I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

Oh, sit down.

I have an errand for you.

There's a certain harvest in the valley
that Falconcrest needs to secure. I

don't know anything about the wine
business. Why don't you have Lance help

Because the harvest is owned by a young
woman named Melissa Gilberti. And Lance

is not exactly on the best terms with
her.

I'm not sure I want to get involved in
this.

You do as I say.

Though that fat allowance of yours is
history.

Oh, believe me, what a surprise.

Is it?

May I come in?

Yes, sure. Please do.

Have a seat.

Can I get you a cup of coffee? I won't
be long.

I stopped by Mr.

Channing's house, but I was told he was
gone for the day.

I've decided to sell you my harvest.

I'm delighted, but I don't recall
offering to buy it.

You play this game well.

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

My life has been threatened.

If you want my harvest, you will have to
turn my vines, because I will have

nothing more to do with them.

Look, I don't know what Richard said to
you, but I'm not going to let him get

away with it. Keep your harvest.

Don't worry. Nothing will happen to you.

You've got my word.

There's a gentleman here to see you.

I'm busy right now.

Sometimes the hard work this time of
year.

You're in the wrong hemisphere.

You'd have a lot better luck in Rio.

Whatever you're selling, I'm not
interested.

I'm not selling.

I'm buying.

The name's Eric Stavros.

Could we talk alone?

I take it you're related to... Peter.

I'm his son.

He wanted me to try to buy your harvest,
but that seems like such a dull subject

under the circumstances.

Good, because my harvest isn't for sale
to anyone connected with Falcon Crest.

What are you doing for lunch?

I promised not to say a word about
business.

I'm eating with my son, but perhaps my
husband's free. Why don't you give him a

call?

He's got too much on his mind. With the
divorce hanging over him.

What else do you know about me?

Gossip is about the only thing people do
around here.

And you have more enemies than friends.

And Angela Channing's one of them.

That means you are too.

I'm seeing you can make your way to the
front door. If you get lost, just give

Doris a holler.

There's a phone call for you, Mr.
Reardon. Oh, thanks.

Has Mr. Stavros come down yet? No, he
hasn't. Thanks.

Jordan. Hi, Greg, it's me.

Jordan. I know who it is. What do you
want?

Well, you seem to be avoiding me lately.

Oh, we don't exactly have a great deal
to discuss.

Greg, you weren't at my apartment last
night, were you?

Of course not.

What have I been doing there?

I don't know, but somebody was. I found
a...

A man's tie in my living room. Jordan,
what are you getting at?

I need your help.

Greg, I don't know where else to turn. I
think I'm losing my mind.

I'm having blackouts, missing
appointments, and now this?

I mean, I was here last night, and
apparently someone was with me, and I

even know who it was. I don't know
what's happening to me.

All right, you stay there. I'll be right
over.

Please hurry.

I need you.

Anybody home?

Richard.

I tried to get here sooner, but between
the newspaper, the racetrack, the

winery, I just don't know where the time
goes. Oh, the life of a mogul. Oh,

you're telling me.

I had a very interesting visitor this
morning.

Paolo Bellini.

No kidding.

Strange man, that Bellini.

He blames the Gibertis for all that's
wrong with the world.

He's agreed to sell his crop to us.

We're good.

We should celebrate.

He said you threatened his life.

I made him an offer, Chase.

And I told him how disappointed I'd be
if he didn't accept.

Knowing how you operate, that sounds
like extortion.

I didn't do anything you wouldn't have
done.

I've always admired you, Chase.

You used to be a fine, upstanding
citizen, stalwart of the community,

virtue, all those good things.

And they are good.

Imagine my disappointment when I found
out about Carl Beck.

Oh, get off it. Beck has nothing to do
with this. He's got everything to do

this, Chase.

The news is all over town. Why, I
couldn't have done a better job myself.

You tricked Angela into buying his dead
vineyards.

Well, that was justice, and you know it.

I did a favor for an old man, a man
Angela's been trying to destroy all of

life. I used no threats, no
intimidation. No morals, either.

Morals. When you do that sort of thing,
Jase, you're just like the rest of us.

So stop pretending you're not.

What are you doing?

Keep your voice down and shut the doors.

You still haven't answered my question.

I'm trying to find out what happened to
Grandmother.

Shouldn't you be looking in a bigger
drawer?

I know a lie when I see one, and Peter's
not telling us the truth.

Oh, Lance, you've always been too
suspicious for your own good. What

would Peter have to mislead us?

Falcon Crest is reason enough, don't you
think? He's got her power of attorney

for crying out loud. He's calling all
the shots now.

Oh, Lance, I'm not going to listen to
another word of this.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

Grandmother's not in Italy.

Not without this.

It's her passport.

Next on Falcon Crest.

I don't care what Peter says,
Grandmother can't be in Italy without

passport. That doesn't mean that
something terrible has happened to her.

then why is Peter lying to us?

Terry, I don't understand this. Who are
these men?

They seem to know you pretty well.

You inspired me.

Well, all I did was listen. And helped,
and cared.

And you know, sometimes that's all
someone really needs is someone to care.

And someone to love.