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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.