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You're asking for trouble, Mr. Reed, and
I'll give you more than you can handle.

See you in court.

My private life is none of your concern.

I may have signed a joint custody
agreement.

Start acting like a tramp, and I'll move
heaven and earth to take him away from

you. I hear you and my ex -wife are
getting real chummy.

Does that bother you? I just didn't
think you were the type to like cold

leftovers.

Peter was so heart -tempered last night,
but I am sure that in the cool light of

day, you'll see that he made a mistake.
Now, can't you try patching things up?

Look, if I came back, I'd only have to
stand around and watch him help himself

to $30 million of Falcon Crest funds. No
questions asked. No, really, you can't

ask me to do that. Why are we letting
this man get away with this?

So he's got grandma's power of attorney
that doesn't give him the right to

destroy everything she's built.

I'm going to make that guy talk.

Now, it's Peter Stavros who's not going
to respond to bullying.

What are we supposed to do?

Stand around like sheep and watch him
rob Falcon Crest Blind?

Ah, but he doesn't have the money yet.
But he's got grandmother somewhere.

God knows what kind of danger she's in.

No, I don't believe that Peter would
ever harm her. He adores Mother.

You remember the way he would gaze into
her eyes.

That's it.

Greg.

I know Peter fired you, but it doesn't
mean you can't work for us.

Look, I already have one, boss.

And I am not going to consider myself
fired until I hear it from Angela

In the meantime, I'm going to find out
just what the hell Peter Stavros is up

to. Stay in touch.

Your limo's here. You got everything?
You got your ticket? Yeah, ticket's at

airport.

Okay. There you go. Thank you.

I wish I could go with you. You know,
Chicago's just about my favorite city,

we've got to line up as many harvests as
we can.

Yeah,

I know. I'm starting to wish I didn't
have to go at all. I don't relish

any more time with Jeff Wainwright.

You're a big girl. You can take care of
yourself.

If you have any trouble, you can always
look up the refrigerator.

The refrigerator?

The Bears, Super Bowl champs. Oh,
football.

I'm so glad this tour's almost over. I
hate all these goodbyes.

Tell Cole I'll see him in a couple of
days. Will do.

You can tell Mr. Wiggins from those
profit sheets that Tuscany Downs is

great business.

Profitable or not, you've already got
loans spread all over the state.

Yes, but only one of them expects a $27
million balloon payment due in less than

a week.

Now, can you help me?

Probably.

But my investors are going to ask for a
high return on such a big risk. I'd say

we're looking at something in the range
of eight points over prime.

For a secured loan?

Plus, of course, my 5 % finder's fee.

This is usury.

Richard, you can't do business with this
brokerage house.

Why don't you find me something better?

Mr. Wiggins, you start the ball rolling
and...

Then get back to me with exact numbers.

My pleasure.

I'm pure.

How much of this does Terry know about?

She knows the payments due.

That's already more than she needs to
know.

But, Richard, she is living with the
fantasy that the money is available.

Jordan, I'll worry about Terry, all
right?

What she doesn't know won't hurt me.
Terry mortgaged her vineyards to buy

Tuscany Downs. Now, Richard, if you
default, she loses everything.

It's too bad for her. The last thing in
the world I need right now is a

hysterical wife breathing down my neck.

Fine.

Well, I will go in search of other
sources of money.

Who knows? Maybe I'll find some poor
soul who really loves long shots.

Davros is here to see you.

Eric is here now.

This way, gentlemen.

Hi.

What's going on?

What is that?

What's going on?

Hey.

What have you done?

You don't think Joseph will like it?

I can take it back.

But you've missed seeing Joseph's first
left turn, his first right turn, his

first U -turn.

Well, I just couldn't do that.

I want to see him.

Um, I thought you were leaving on a
safari.

Well, I changed my plan.

I'm in the mood for a different kind of
adventure.

One I can find right here.

Eric, um...

The other night was very special.

But I don't want to lead you on.

I was lonely.

And you were tender and caring.

It just meant so much for me to feel
wanted.

I want you even more now.

I've been on this emotional
rollercoaster for so long.

That's why I don't want a romance right
now.

Maybe we'd met at another time.

I wish we had.

If you had been my first love, how could
I have wanted any other?

You're not making this easy.

All right, I'll change the subject.
Let's talk about your harvest.

My father would like to buy it.

Absolutely not. I'm not selling to
Angela, to Lance, to anyone connected

Falcon Crest, including your father.

Well, then your only other choice is the
Giobertis.

There's the Fenwick Winery.

Then I'll go to Carl Reed.

Too small. He couldn't afford you.

Well, uh, Judge Sloan could.

Yeah, if he wasn't so crooked. Not to
mention such a lousy winemaker.

You've been doing a lot of research,
haven't you?

Um, it looks to me like you're only good
at something, Chris.

Never. I'll start my own winery first.

I'm sure you can find your own way out.

I took the liberty of checking you in.

Nine o 'clock tomorrow, we have the
Virginia Crawford show.

And then your favorite at 11, a book
signing party.

And then a late lunch at the top of the
Tower Restaurant.

Another down -to -taxi. Who's the
luncheon with?

Wallen and Green Publishers.

Actually, it's with me.

Sort of end -of -the -tour tradition.

Big expensive lunch, nice tax write
-off. Everybody had a lot of fun for you

me. I can't go with you. I thought I
made myself clear about that.

I know I acted like a jerk in Los
Angeles.

I need your friendship.

I need your help as a writer.

Can't we start over again? Come on,
please.

I'm sorry.

I'd feel more comfortable if we kept it
strictly business, okay?

Okay.

If you need anything, just call me. I'm
sure you won't.

Jeff.

I'll see you at the studio in the
morning.

Caution be damned.

You don't have to worry about Angela
Channing. I speak for her now.

If you don't get this order carried out,
head for roll.

Am I interrupting?

Emma.

Your timing is perfect.

Will you join me for a glass of sherry?

All right.

Glad to see you.

I could use your help.

What have you done with Mother's chair?

And I just wanted one that was more
suited to me.

I'm concerned about Lance and that
perpetual scowl on his face.

Oh, Lance can take care of himself.

Peter, I'm sure that you love Mother and
that you're a genius at business.

But?

How could you fire Greg?

I can't work with a man who has mutiny
in his heart. He was just looking after

Mother's interests. Your Mr. Reardon was
not prepared to carry out my wishes. He

had to go. Mother wouldn't approve.

As long as Angela's gone, I'm giving the
orders. Now, Emma, don't fret so. I

can't help it. I'm worried.

Lanson, I want to help. If you would
only share with us.

Emma, I expect to have your trust and
your patience.

That's what your mother would want.

I would prefer to hear that from her.

My dear, the subject is closed.

I didn't send you over there to fail.

Melissa is not some harebrained woman
who changes her mind as often as her

clothes. She's very bitter toward Falcon
Crest. If she's not harebrained, then

she'll listen to reason.

She has no choice but to sell to us.

Yes, she does.

She's thinking about starting her own
winery.

With what?

She'll bankrupt herself.

Did you tell her that?

I'm not as familiar with her finances as
you are.

I thought I told you to stay away from
here. I invited him back.

Don't worry. It'll only take a minute.

It's a subpoena.

Present yourself in the chambers of
Judge Jay Leeds on Thursday at 6 p .m.

give just cause why you should be
allowed to continue running Falcon

Angela's power of attorney isn't cause
enough.

Not if you force her to sign it.

And just how are you going to prove all
this nonsense?

Oh, with the way that things have been
handled around here lately, I think we

can create sufficient doubt in the
judge's mind.

We'll get our injunction.

You're asking for trouble, Mr. Reardon.

And I'll give you more than you can
handle.

See you in court.

I hear you and my ex -wife are getting
real chummy.

Does that bother you?

I just didn't think you were the type to
like cold leftovers.

Oh.

That's enough of that.

I didn't know you were so eager to
defend Melissa's honor.

That's about the only honor around here
that's left to defend, isn't it?

Now, where's Angela?

I'll worry about Angela.

And it looks like I'll worry about
Melissa now, too.

Once again, you've let your heart get in
the way of your good sense.

It's nice to know somebody in this
family still has one.

It was a great way to finish the tour.
You didn't sign over 200 books.

I think I signed over 2 ,000 books. I
have cramps. I may never write again. I

don't know.

Well, I guess your job is over.

And I want to thank you, really, for all
of your help and wish you good luck on

your writing.

Well, that is something I wanted to
discuss a little bit before we said

Can we talk a minute?

Jeff, uh...

Sit down. Thanks.

But just a minute, because I'm really
beat, okay? Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

I still can't seem to finish the last
chapter. I don't know.

It's strange, but it's like I've got a
writer's block or something.

What's supposed to be the problem?

You remember the woman who's in love
with my protagonist?

Mm -hmm.

Every time I get to the point where I'm
writing that part of it, I find that I

can't write her emotions, you know?

I mean, I thought...

I thought I knew women.

But I guess I don't really know how a
woman feels when she wants a man.

Okay. When I had problems writing men, I
realized one day, just like that, men

and women are basically not all that
different. So you just write her

as if they were your own.

Well, yeah, I know. But I think the
problem goes deeper in a sense. I mean,

sometimes I wonder if the woman in the
novel isn't too close to Sarah.

Remember my old girlfriend I told you
about? The one who died.

She was murdered.

Big difference.

You know, every time I get to the point
where I start to write that part...

I get so sad.

Such a bone -deep sad.

It's like, uh...

It's like if I finish the book, I'll
lose her.

Forever, you know?

And once that happens, I don't know what
will replace her.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I think maybe it's just too close.

I fear to write about it. Maybe you
should just take some time.

You know, I tell you, I don't know how
I'm going to finish this up without you.

You are an excellent writer. You don't
need me.

And even if you did need me, I don't
think it's a good idea for us to work

together.

I know.

Well, I got a call yesterday from our
Midwest distributor, and I decided to

in. Besides, you were here, too. Oh,
Jeff Wainwright, my husband, Chase.

I know who he is. How do you do? You
mind if I steal my wife away for the

afternoon? No, no, no. We're all
finished.

I've got to be going anyway. I just want
to thank you.

Well, thank you, and good luck.

Thanks.

Nice meeting you.

Half a day to explore all of Chicago.

Great. Do you have any preferences?

Well, let's see. Oh, the Art Institute
here is supposed to be wonderful.

Museum of Natural History. Yeah, that's
nice. Very nice.

I have a better idea.

When I was flying in here with the
airline, I would go with the crew to a

place just near the Loop. It has the
best pizza on this planet.

We are in one of the great cultural
cities in the world, and you want to

pizza? My husband is a Philistine.

Do you have any complaints?

Great. I love pizza anyway.

Okay. Does he feed?

Yep. Okay.

Got him right here. All right.

Right? Yeah.

Mr. Roberts left the office last night
at 7 .45, home at 8 o 'clock.

She stayed there until 11 .30.

As far as I could tell, there was no
activity inside her apartment.

This is my favorite restaurant. Hello,
Ray.

Care for a hot dog?

Bad for the complexion. Well, here's the
first detective I've ever hired who's

worried about her acne.

I feel like I'm working with Nancy Drew.

Mr. Channing will have, as usual, a
jumbo, extra mustard, whole bean onions.

and make sure that bun's fresh.

How do you know all that?

Well, in between visits to the
dermatologist, I manage to find out as

can about my clients.

At 11 .30, Miss Roberts went to the Tate
Hotel and made a beeline for the disco.

Prim, proper Jordan, dancing at the
Tate?

She uses the name Monica Smith.

Oh, discreet. Not very original.

I wouldn't say discretion is her long
suit.

With her moves, she could have a highly
successful career as a stripper. I'm not

paying you to make judgment calls, Miss
Jones. Thank you very much.

Your weenie's ready.

The question is, is Jordan Roberts a
Mahdi Hari?

Did you see her give any documents to
anyone?

Not a one.

I can't vouch for what happens behind
closed doors.

Hell, if she'd got a mind like a steel
trap, she wouldn't need documents.

She could just recite facts and figures.

Miss Roberts is a loose cannon.

She could simply self -destruct.

Or she could take you with her.

I want you to make a left turn and go
back. Daddy, watch me drive.

That's great.

Hi.

Um, and Doris, you be sure that he
doesn't exceed the speed limit, okay?

You're a terrific driver, young man.

Where do you get the car?

A friend?

A male friend?

Don't give me the third degree.

It's from the man who slept over the
other night, isn't it?

What if it is, I don't have to account
for every little thing that concerns

Joseph?

The car is not a little thing.

All your lovers use them to make points
with you.

Don't start moralizing to me.

My private life is none of your concern.
Wrong.

I may have signed a joint custody
agreement, but I'll be watching you.

Start acting like a tramp, and I'll move
heaven and earth to take him away from

you.

an impressive collection of postcards.

The Liberty Bell, Rockefeller Center,
the Jefferson Memorial.

Apple sends me one of those from each
stop on her tour.

Oh, where is she now? Rome, I think. I
don't know. I haven't heard from her

since her band hit Europe.

That's great.

Come in.

Hi. Hi.

What's the word?

Well, frankly, it's all rather
disturbing.

It seems that when Peter's son -in -law
was trying to take over the company,

Starbrush Shipping incurred considerable
losses.

It could very well be that Peter is
using Falcon Crest's money to bail out

empire. That's a distinct possibility.

After all, $30 million would pay several
bills.

Oh, come on.

Peter's been acting a little weird
lately.

But he's a gentleman, not a thief.

Emma, I'm afraid that thieves can also
be well -bred.

I think he's guilty of sin, Emma.

Yeah, well, you're not alone.

The latest edition of The New Globe.

Angela Channing, victim of foul play.

An unnamed source close to Falcon Crest
has alleged that shipping magnate Peter

Stavros masterminded the disappearance
of Angela Channing in order to gain

control of her considerable fortune.

The same source voiced a concern that
Mrs. Channing may be in grave danger if

indeed she's still alive.

Who is this unnamed source?

And what does Richard know?

I don't know.

He's probably just mudslinging as usual.

But I don't want to take any chances.
I'm having lunch tomorrow with Jordan

Roberts. I'll see what I can pry loose.

If Peter so much as touches a hair on
Grandmother's head, I'll tear him apart.

Well, I like your choice of restaurants.
Good. Just a little piece of neutral

territory. Can we have a couple of
glasses of the Mac of Elias 1981,

Thank you.

I always get the impression at the turf
club that there are microphones in the

centerpieces. Bugs in the begonias? Oh,
come on. Even Richard wouldn't stoop

that low.

Now, there I disagree with you.

Take these articles about Angela, for
example.

Your sensationalism is making me sound
as though the poor lady is lying in a

ditch somewhere.

Craig, we all know Richard has a glare
for the dramatic.

Tell me, what do you know about these
unnamed sources?

Is that the real reason you invited me
to lunch? To kick my brains? Come on,

Jordan. You know that if Richard has
uncovered some information that implies

that Anja is in danger, I need to know
and you have a moral obligation to tell

me. I am sure that the extent of
Richard's knowledge, thank you, is how

circulation jump 4%. That's reassuring.

I know that the new globe is still an
old rag, Jet.

Fine, never better.

It's not what you said the other day.

Yes, well, I'm sorry about that.

I didn't mean to upset you.

George, you were in tears. You were on
the verge of some sort of breakdown. You

were going on about blackouts,
nightmares, and God knows what else

Come on, Greg, what are you trying to
do, give me an anxiety attack?

No, on the contrary.

I'll give you this number of a Dr. Ethel
Kramer.

She's an excellent psychiatrist and very
easy to talk to.

Thank you, but I don't need a shrink.

What I need is lunch.

Please.

Take the number. And if you feel a need
for some help, just give her a call.

There. Feel better?

Can we have lunch?

Go, boys.

Charlie, can Shura grill some cheese?

Want yours?

No, I'm not hungry.

I keep wondering about Mother. That
article in the New Globe was so real.

I'm sure Richard Channing is bending the
truth.

But what if Peter really did do
something terrible to Mother?

I thought you trusted him.

I did.

But he's become so secretive.

He has this sinister smile. He fired
Greg. He won't give Lance the time of

And I am beginning to feel like a
stranger in my own house.

Then you shouldn't stay here, Emma.

You should come live with me.

Emma, I'm not going to take no for an
answer.

Not if you don't feel safe here.

No, it wouldn't be right.

This is where Mother would expect to
find me.

If she's still... alive.

Then there's only one solution.

I'm moving in here with you.

And if Peter doesn't like it, he can
take it up with me.

You've just bought yourself some of the
finest Cabernet grapes this side of the

Atlantic. I know that.

I'm glad we'll be working together.

Twelve years I've sold to Falcon Crest.

But after what I read in the New Globe,
I knew it was time for a change.

Well, you won't have any regrets.

Do you think Angela's been bumped off or
what?

Beats me.

Pleasure to meet you, Maggie.

Yes, nice to meet you, Robert.

Okay, we'll be in touch.

Good.

Our Angela bumped off? Not a chance.
Only the good die young.

You know, that's funny because that's
happened a couple of times lately.

Well, I'll call the phone company and
have them check it out.

No more delays. I need that 30 million
before the end of the day.

Fail me and Falcon Crest will take his
business elsewhere.

Oh, Melissa.

Welcome.

You're a very persistent man.

One of the great shortcomings of this
country is that afternoon tea has never

become an institution.

The only reason I'm here at all is
because I couldn't bear to face another

invitation tomorrow.

Have one of Charlie's marvelous scones.

No, thank you.

Eric mentioned your wish to start your
own winery. Oh, it's more than a wish.

I'm already taking bids on the project.

Well, that's quite an undertaking.

A cooperage, crushing facilities,
fermenting tanks, bottling plant,

The laboratory?

I know I'm not building a backyard swing
set.

Just how much are you prepared to spend?

Ten million? Twenty million?

Whatever it takes.

I admire that kind of courage.

I wonder if the banks will.

The banks don't care about courage. They
care about collateral.

And I've got plenty.

They also care about regular payments.

And you'll have a hard time making them
for some years to come.

I know how long it takes to produce a
good wine, Melissa.

Even if you manage to get this one
rebuilt, your property will be on the

block before you even sell a single
bottle.

And you'd just love that, wouldn't you?

Well, bankruptcy is such an unhappy
state of affairs.

I'd rather deal with you now.

Impossible.

I know you and Angela have had your
differences, but you needn't worry about

that. I'm running Falcon Press now.

Now, what did the New Globe call her?
Was it the vanishing bride or the

newlywed? I don't read scandal sheets.

Take a couple of days to reconsider.

You'll find me a fair man to do business
with.

Let my grapes rot first.

That could happen.

Hello, Melissa.

Goodbye, Melissa.

What's the matter with her?

I'd say she has a...

This bed will look.

I'd say so.

Well, hiya, Pete.

So, what's the meaning of this?

I'm moving in.

I'm going to keep an eye on Emma.

And I'm sure going to keep an eye on
you.

One milk for the boss.

Thank you, Johnny.

Hello,

partner. I'm busy, Terry.

I'd like to kill you.

Hear that, folks?

Bits of wifely hysteria do not become
you. Don't you patronize me. I know

the mortgage payment.

Jordan told me everything.

I heard you paid her a visit. Who told
you? Never mind.

We are facing foreclosure. When were you
going to tell me about it? When I found

myself penniless?

Everything's under control, Harry,
except you.

I gave you $30 million for my half of
Tuscany Downs. What happened to it?

Other banks, other balloon payments.

Life in the fast lane.

Get used to it.

We are about to go broke, and you want
me to get used to it?

If you keep yelling like that, you're
going to lose your voice.

We could do wonders for our marriage. I
hate you. I like you, too. How did you

get Jordan to talk? Blackmail her? What
have you got on her? Your...

Precious Jordan volunteered everything
she said. It gave her a kick. The lady

has completely flipped. You know, you
really should have her office redone

rubber walls. I know how troubled Jordan
is. Oh, really?

And you know that she likes to be called
Monica? Do you know that, too?

Yes, and I know she likes bars and
discos and one -night stands.

You two ought to spend more time
together. You've got a lot in common.

I am warning you, Richard, if you lose
my racetrack, I am going to go public

with everything I have got on you, and
you are going to look lousy in prison

strike.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

How much longer are we expected to wait?
Mr.

Stavros was fully aware of this meeting,
and yet he is 30 minutes late.

All right, let's get on with it. Thank
you.

I've read your brief.

You're concerned that Mrs. Channing may
have been coerced into signing over her

power of attorney, and you want it
revoked, correct?

The sooner the better, Your Honor.

Well, there are far too many unanswered
questions, Your Honor.

Mrs. Channing's disappearance, Mr.
Stavros' silence, his desire to

Falcon Crest accounts is obvious. As far
as I am concerned, Mrs. Channing fled

the area to avoid prosecution.

That is the cause of her disappearance.

That's impossible.

Well, if that is the case, Your Honor,
then it is equally obvious that Mr.

Stavros helped her. That's not true.
Mother, it's not on the lam.

Emma?

I have to ask how the man who helped
Mrs. Channing commit a felony should be

allowed to continue running Falcon Crest
business.

You have a point, Mr. Reardon.

Too bad Mr.

Stavros is not here to defend his
position.

Well, that, Your Honor, is probably
because his position is indefensible.

I mean, Mr. Stavros has been
systematically depleting the Falcon

and Mrs. Channing's heirs, who I
represent in this matter, have asked me

it. I move that the power of attorney be
revoked.

and that the full control of Falcon
Crest reverts to Mr. Lance Compson and

Emma Channing.

I am very upset by Mr.

Stavros' ignoring a subpoena issued by
this court.

I am equally upset by Mrs. Channing's
vanishing act.

I am going to grant your motion, Mr.
Whitten.

The power of attorney is no longer
valid.

Looks like we got him.

For the moment.

But I'm warning you.

If Mrs. Channing fails to show up to
face the charges against her, this court

going to start impounding assets.

Let me tell Peter.

Can't wait to see the look on his face
when I kick him out of the house.

Kelly, where's Peter?

Mr. Stavros and his son left over an
hour ago.

He left this letter for Mr. Hill.

Thank you.

Left? Just like that, without a word?

He claims they left because they're
tired of fighting with it.

Feelings mutual.

Damn! What?

He's transferred the $30 million to
Stavros shipping accounts to protect

Crest.

Oh, my God.

He got what he wanted.

All along, he lied to us.

Greg, is there anything we can do?

Oh, sure. We can take him to court.

If we can find him.

It's nice of you to show up. I'm sorry
I'm late. It's been a busy evening. Oh,

really? Yeah.

Uh, Palace Intrigue at Falcon Craft.

Well, actually, I moved out.

Really? I was tempted to bring my bags
here, but I didn't want to send you in

shock. Oh, I don't shock that easily.

Champagne? Are we celebrating something?

I think I'm ready to close the door on
the path.

Where's Joseph?

He's, uh, spending the night with his
father.

We're quite alone.

Let's go away for a few days together.

I'll buy us an island in the southeast.

Oh, would you prefer the Mediterranean?

I couldn't ask you to sell your stock
and stave our shipping.

Oh, I have my own funds.

Enough to buy us an island and all the
mosquito repellent we'll need.

If only I could leave the valley right
now.

The grapes don't need you to watch them
grow.

Oh, there's, um, the winery I'm
starting.

That's going to take a tremendous amount
of work. I see.

What I need is a partner.

Someone that'll invest with me. Someone
that I can lean on.

And trust.

I wish you luck.

That man could be you.

We'd make terrific partners.

candlelight, soft music.

And I thought this was a romantic dinner
date, not a sales pitch.

It can be both.

You're proposing a trade -off. I get
your affection, and you get my money.

You know, you are twisting my words.

And you're twisting my heart.

Joseph asleep.

Calls with Duane getting that shipment
ready for Portland. And we have the

to ourselves.

Oh, goody, goody. That gives me ideas.

Worst possible timing.

Hello?

Look, I know you're there.

Who is this?

Answer me, damn it.

Get hold of your lady friend?

Uh, no, no, but I will.

It's only a matter of time.

Move all the way to the Tuscany Valley
for nothing.

Good evening, Richard.

Mr. Stavros.

Well, what a surprise.

You're just in time.

Yeah, I'd like an interview with you.
You see, I'm thinking of

running a contest in the New Globe. The
reader answers the question,

what happened to Angela Channing?

The winner gets a reserve seat at a
trial.

Huh?

I have another guessing game.

Yeah? Who owns the mortgage on Tuscany
Downs?

San Francisco Merchant Bank.

Old news.

Care to guess again?

I don't believe it.

Oh, it's true.

I can't remember when I've enjoyed
buying anything so much.

You bought the mortgage. You didn't buy
the track.

For a man who's about to default on his
balloon payment, that technicality is

far too small to be very comforting.

Mr. Stavros.

You're not foolish enough to foreclose.

You don't know anything about running a
racetrack.

I'm a fast learner.

But in truth, there's nothing I'd like
better than to refinance your mortgage.

Of course, there's something you must do
for me in return.

Hmm. Late Harvest Whistling, 1954.

One of Miss Channing's favorites. See,
I'm getting better.

It's her favorite dessert, lemon
squares.

Always tart, never sweet. Want one?

Not tonight. Oh, this was Mother's
favorite movement.

I hate Beethoven. It's too heavy. Ah,
but Angela adored him. You know, the

first time we went to the opera
together, it was Fidelio.

I remember.

The couple in the next box made so much
noise that Mother called the house

manager and had them thrown out. Right.

I remember when I was about 11.

Grandmother took me to my first opera.
Remember, Chelly?

Seemed like it went on for weeks.

You fell asleep and started to snore.

She took my allowance away for a whole
month. Oh, we had such a wonderful time.

If Mother ever comes back, let's go to
the opera again together, okay?

I hate the opera.

But if Grandmother comes back, I'll do
it.

You do what?

Grandmother!

Just stand back and let me breathe.

Where's Peter?

He left several hours ago. He's been
wielding your power of attorney like a

battle axe. That scoundrel.

But we've got a temporary injunction.
I'm afraid a lot of damage has been

When I get my hands on him, he's going
to wish to God he'd never cross me.

Next on Falcon Crest.

30 million.

That's what Peter ripped off.

30 million dollars?

He tricked you, Grandmother.

You haven't heard the end of this,
Sheriff.

I suppose next thing you'll want to go
ahead with our wedding plans.

I wouldn't marry you if you were the
last man on Earth.

I, Angela, take you, Peter, to be my
husband. Thank you.