All language subtitles for Dynasty S01E01-E02 Oil(1)-Oil(2).eng

Mr. Carrington, Michael
has brought the car around.

Thank you,Joseph.

Oh, Michael, we'll be stopping at
Miss Jennings's apartment on the way.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, Mr. Carrington,
but, uh...

that doesn't seem the kind of party
you'd be invited to.

I wasn't.

( Women Chattering, Laughing )

Hey, it's terrific.
Thank you.

What is it?

It's a baton for leading the orchestra.

No, it's not.
It's a whip for beating her new servants.

- ( Chattering Continues )
- Ha-ha.

It happens to be a riding crop.

- Well, great.
- Well, he does have horses, doesn't he?

Yes, several. Um, I've never
been on any of them, though.

- I don't think horses like me.
- Yeah, that's what the riding crop's for.

- Oh!
- This looks like another cookbook-- feel it.

( All Chattering )

This looks like Marion's handwriting.

- And it's--
- Oh. Thank you, Marion.

What is it?

- ( Women Gasping, Laughing )
- What is it? I can't see.

- What is it?
- Oh, no.

- What is it?
- Oh, no.

- Marion.!
- That's very sweet, Marion. Thank you.

I think it's kind of raunchy myself.

That's all right, Doris.
You know, I have been married before.

Well, even so.
I mean, don't you suppose...

people managed before
they wrote an instruction manual?

Maybe you oughta read it first, Doris.

- Then you can go out
and get your learner's permit.
- ( Women Chuckling )

I certainly wouldn't wanna
shock you, Charlotte, but I know plenty.

- ( Doorbell Buzzing )
- Oh. I'll get it.

- These are the greatest presents.
- Steady, guys, steady.

Will you really use this?

Actually, I think
that this is the best.

- Which one?
- Hello, Michael.

Miss Jennings, Mr. Carrington would like you
to have this with his compliments.

Where is he?
Why didn't he come up?

He's waiting for me downstairs.

( Charlotte )
Would you like some punch? A cookie?

( Michael )
No, thank you, miss. I've got to run.

Oh, he's gorgeous!

( Charlotte )
Hey, Krystle, do you wanna trade?

I'll give you Marvin, the kids and a
six-months'diaper service. What do you say?

- Oh, I'd take him
even if he didn't have $200 million.
- Really.

( Woman )
And the biggest house in Colorado...

and his own football team.

- Well, I think he's lucky to be getting Krystle.
- ( Car Engine Starting )

Come on. Let me look.
The closest I ever got to him...

was when he drove through our
picket line during the refinery strike.

( All Chattering )

- He is so gorgeous. I'll take him.
- Oh, Krystle.

Margaret, what is it?
What's wrong?

I'm gonna miss you, Krystle.

We're all gonna miss you.

What are you talking about?

We're friends.
We'll always be friends.

We're still gonna see each other.

Well, come on, you guys.

I'm not going to the foreign legion.
I'm getting married.

Well, to begin with,
you'll come to the wedding.

And then after that, you'll come up
to the house every weekend.

I mean, what the heck good are 48 rooms
if you can't have your friends over?

I won't change.

I swear it.

Well, come on. Let's see what
the boss got her for her shower gift.

It's probably a gold-plated time card.

I bet you he docks her for
getting engaged on company time.

- ( Sniffles )
- What is it?

- ( All Gasping )
- Krystle.!

( All Chattering )

- They're gorgeous.
- Are those things real?

- Oh, put them on. They're really gorgeous.
- You've got to try them on.

Put 'em on. We wanna see.

( Chattering Continues )

Boy, you can be sure the other one
wouldn't have given her diamonds.

- Matthew Blaisdel.
- Doris.!

Doris, sometimes you have
the tact of a rhinoceros.

( Doris ) Well, I'm very sorry,
but I happen to think...

it was a good thing
he was sent to the Middle East.

- ( Man Shouting In Foreign Language )
- ( Explosions )

- ( Man ) Let it go, Matthew.
- Look out.! It's gonna blow.!

Come on, Matthew.
No reason to make any more of a fight.

It's over.

( Gunfiire )

( Man Speaking Foreign Language )

( Shouts In Foreign Language )

( Man )
What the hell are they gonna do? Blow us up?

- ( Foreign Language )
- That's enough!

Stop him!
He's gonna fire on him!

( Speaking Foreign Language )

( Groaning )

( Yelling, Shouting )

Move! Onto the airplane. Airplane!

Just where the hell
is the State Department in all this?

Where are our friends in Washington?
Where are the damn marines?

I'm sorry, Andy.
I know you've done everything you could.

All our people get out?

- Yes.
- Blaisdel too?

He was on the last
company plane out.

Already headed back to the States.

He'll transfer at Kennedy...

arrive at Stapleton International
tomorrow morning at 1 0:00 a.m.

Mmm. Have his plane
shot down over Kansas.

Uh, forgive my stupidity, Blake...

but, uh, is that
some kind of a joke?

Yeah, it's a joke... I guess.

Except...

one thing I don't need right now...

is Matthew Blaisdel back in Denver.

( Woman )
Would you pleasejust return to your seat?

( Man )
Look, I-I--

- Mr. Carrington, would you please take your seat?
- Wait a sec. Hold on.

I don't have to go anywhere
that I don't wanna go.

- I'm gonna call the captain.
- I don't care if you call the captain.

- Go ahead and call him. Hell, I'll call him. Captain!
- Shh!

Captain.! Would you like for me
to call the generals? Huh?

General! Gen-- Matthew!

Shh.

I know him.

I know him. Matthew, come up here
and have a drink with me, okay?

I'm sorry, Mr. Carrington.
The lounge is reserved...

for passengers traveling first class.

- Now, would you please sit down?
- You mean to tell me...

that he ain't first class?

Is that what you're
tryin' to tell me? Huh?

You ask my father
if Matthew Blaisdel ain't first class.

Besides, look, he's my guest, okay?

And if I wanna have
a drink with my guest...

then I'm havin' a drink
with my guest, all right?

- Steven.
- Hi, Matthew.

Maybe I can help.
Come on.

Excuse me.

And then I got in the mail--

You know, I-- I mean,
aren't I a part of the family?

I-I mean, don't I deserve s-somethin'?

I mean, would it have worn his finger...

to just dial me direct,
area code 21 2...

just-just to let me know--

just to let me know that--

Where was I?

- You got in the mail.
- Oh, yeah.

A gold-embossed, paper linen invitation
to my father's wedding...

with a little card inside that says...

""Mr. Steven Carrington...

will/will not attend.''

That's-That's my own father's.

Hey, you're going to the wedding
though, aren't you?

I mean, that--
that's why you're on this plane.

- Right?
- No.

I just got kicked out of the Middle East
after a year and a half.

I'm on my way home to Denver.

I guess they must've left my name
off that guest list too.

Of course, because you used--

Didn't you use to, um--

Use to what?

Matthew, you do know who
my father's marrying, don't you?

Well, I've been livin' on a sand dune
for a year and a half.

We didn't get the society page.

Who's he marrying?

- Another one of these.
- Steven.

I'm sorry, sir,
but regulations don't permit me...

to serve a passenger
who's already had too much to drink.

I don't care about
your stupid regulations.

And I'll tell you
when I've had enough to drink.

- Steven--
- You just fill that cup up, all right?

He's right. Now, listen to me.
Why don't, uh--

Why don't you and I
take a little walk downstairs?

Why don't you butt out, okay?
Huh? Why don't you just butt out?

-Just because you work for my father...
- Don't do that.

doesn't give you the right--

It's okay. It's okay.
Just-Just take him back to his seat.

He's all right.

( Man On P.A.)
Ladies and gentlemen, at this time...

we'll begin our descent into
Denver's Stapleton International Airport.

Matthew!

Matthew.

- How you feelin'?
- ( Chuckles ) Dumb.

Guess I really made
a fool of myself up there.

Well, I've been known
to do the same.

Well, I just wanted to thank you
for-for doin' what you did.

Forget it.

That's my father's car. I'd be glad
to drop you off anyplace you're goin'.

No, thanks.
Wouldn't wanna take you out of your way.

- See ya, Steven.
- Okay.

Here I am, Michael.

These are for my baggage.
I'll wait in the car.

I'm sorry, sir.
The car is for Mr. Blaisdel.

- Have you seen him?
- Well, what-what do you mean?

You mean, the car's not for me?

There he is.

Your father wants you to take a cab
and wait for him at the house.

He'll see you when he gets home.

Mr. Blaisdel,
Mr. Carrington's waiting for you.

- Please, have a seat.
- ( Krystle ) Darling, I can't stay.

I've got to meet Mr. Afferton back at the house
to go over the wedding arrangements.

But I'll see you at dinner.
( Blows Kiss )

( Blake )
Bye-bye, dear.

Oh.

I didn't know you were back.

Nobody told me you were back.

I'm back.

Well, welcome home, Matthew.

Go on in, please.

I'll see you at dinner, darling.

I'm sorry to rush you in here, Matthew...

but I've gotta slip you in
ahead of my board of directors.

( Blake ) Go ahead, Matthew.
Now, what's the bottom line?

Is there any chance
of our getting back in there...

or at least getting
our equipment out?

Without the marines...

I wouldn't put money on it.

Make a deal with these people,
you'd think they'd keep their end of it.

The State Department will wanna know
exactly what happened over there.

You may even have to go before
a congressional committee...

and the press and everything.

Have you given any thought
to what you're gonna tell 'em?

I'm a geologist.

I make holes in the ground.
I'm not paid to set foreign policy.

- Take a shot.
- ( Sighs )

Okay.

I'd say we'd damn well better
start diggin' for oil over here...

a little faster and a little deeper
than we have been.

- Good. Good. You tell 'em that.
- ( Intercom Buzzes )

- Yes?
- They're ready for you in the boardroom, sir.

Right. Oh, tell Michael to drop
Mr. Blaisdel anyplace he wants to go.

You might also tell that committee that...

if they'd given those folks
the F-1 5's they asked for...

they might not have been so quick
to throw us out of there.

Well, never mind.

I'll tell 'em that myself.

- Have you seen your wife yet?
- No.

Your car brought me directly here.
Your driver said you needed to talk to me.

Oh, yes, that's right.

I understand that you and my fiancee,
Miss Jennings...

knew each other
before you left the country.

We were friends.

Good friends?

Friends.

Take a couple of days off, Matthew.
Go visit your wife.

And then, check in
at the production office.

We'll figure out
what we're gonna do with you.

Good afternoon, Miss Jennings.
Mr. Afferton is waiting for you in the ballroom.

Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I've been waiting 20 minutes.

Shall we start in the ballroom?

We'll fill this fireplace with flowers.

Stephanotis, pink tea roses...

and, of course,
pink rhododendrons.

At this end...

we'll build an altar of flowers.

Uh, you do like stephanotis,
Miss Jennings?

Uh, yes.
Yes, of course.

Unless there's something else
you would prefer.

No. No, that's fine.

I agree.

That combination always
brings a certain...

understated elegance.

You will enter through that door...

come down a center aisle here.

Now, which music will you prefer?

Well, the-- the "Wedding March. '

The ""Wedding March''--
Which one?

The Mendelssohn or the Wagner?

Is one better than the other?

Neither is very au courant.

I think what Miss Jennings
actually had in mind...

was something a little more obscure.

Maybe something for woodwinds.

Say, Bach's ""Siciliana''...

from his Flute Sonata in E-flat Major.

You do know it,
don't you, Mr. Afferton?

Yes.

- Yes, I do. It's--
- How do you feel about...

a woodwind ensemble, Krystle?

I think that would be very nice.

What do you think?
Four pieces? Five?

We need a flute, clarinet,
oboe, couple of English horns.

No, one English horn.

And out in the garden,
a wonderful old harp.

Maybe some strings...

violin, viola.

Maybe we could start
with something like...

Debussy's ""Maid With Flaxen Hair.''

Yes, I like that.

Krystle, you look tired.

I guess these last few days
have been kind of rough on you.

Yeah, they have.

Look...

why don't you go lie down and rest?

I think I know what you'd like.

I'll finish with Mr. Afferton for you.

Okay?

Thanks.

She does seem a bit rattled,
doesn't she?

- ** ( Piano )
- Well, some of them just don't seem...

to be able to handle it very well,
do they?

- Handle what, Afferton?
- You know, Mr. Carrington.

The transition--
dealing with upper-class ways.

Well, you seem to have handled it,
haven't you?

- I beg your pardon?
- ** ( Stops )

Not mine, Mr. Afferton.

Hers. You beg Miss Jennings's pardon.

You try a stunt like that again, and I'll see you
never work anything bigger than a cat show.

Do you take my meaning?

Good. Now, what's next?

Serving arrangements.

And this one will finalize it.

( Phone Buzzing )

Yes? Who is this?

It's only me from over the sea.

Fallon, is that you?

Where are you, at the airport?
I'll pick you up.

You're-- You're where?

Daddy, don't you know
there's an energy crisis goin' on?

What are you doin'
drivin' around in that gas guzzler?

What are you, anyway,
a spy for Ralph Nader?

No, but I've got a machine here that runs
on hay, and it gets 300 miles to the bale.

That is,
if you remember how to drive one.

And who was it that taught you how to ride?
Or have you forgotten?

- Pull up, Michael.
- Yes, sir.

( Blake )
I've got a little something to do, Andrew.

See you up at the house.

It's good to have you home,
Miss Carrington.

Is it? Do I know you?

Oh, yes, ma'am.
I believe you do.

( Gasps )

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay.

But that damn horse isn't gonna be
when I catch it.

Oh! Oh!

I can't get--

I know you, Blake Carrington.
You paid that horse to dump me.

I didn't have to pay him.
He works for me.

Is there anybody in Colorado
who doesn't work for you?

Oh, a few people,
but not for long.

- ( Groans )
- Oh, honey, I'm so glad that you're home.

Are you serious?
You really think I'd miss your wedding?

I even gave up soccer matches
in Athens to be here.

And that's not all I gave up.

- There was this entirely gorgeous goalie from--
- Uh, uh, uh.

Spare me the details.
I'm not a soccer fan.

Besides, there's something
I wanna talk to you about.

- Give me your jacket.
- Well--

Well, I'm certainly not riding
back to the house in wet clothes.

Certainly not.

I'll, uh-- I'll go catch your horse.

Thanks.

So then I said to myself...

""Would Daddy really appreciate
a soccer player for a wedding present?''

So I left him there.

Besides, in his last game, he had his fibula
broken in two places, and he couldn't even--

Now, now, now, now, now. Fallon,
will you wind down for a minute, please?

When we go back to the house with your
brother there and Krystle and all the confusion...

we may not get
another chance to talk.

Okay.

Now, you know you're just about...

the most important thing
in the world to me.

Just about? You mean,
I've slipped to second place?

Are you gonna give me a chance?
Are you gonna listen to what I have to say?

Yes, I'll listen.

I've asked Cecil Colby
to bring his nephew to the wedding.

It's your wedding.
Invite anybody you like.

His name is Jeff.
He's just about your age.

Yes, I know him, Daddy. We went to
summer camp together when we were 1 1 .

Oh. Well,
I told Cecil that you'd act...

as sort ofJeff's escort for the day.

I see.

And have you already
negotiated a bride price?

What are you taking for me,
cash or stock options?

You asked me what I wanted
for a wedding present.

Well, the very best present
you could give me would be to see you--

- To see me happily married and settled down?
- That's right.

That is bull, Daddy, and you know it.

ColbyCo Oil makes Denver Carrington
look like a corner fiilling station...

and that's eating your liver out.

You're not talking about a marriage.
You're talking about a merger.

And if I am,
what the devil is wrong with that?

Am I supposed to be thrilled because...

7 0% of the voting stock
of Denver Carrington...

is going to end up
in the hands of some Greek bandit?

Well, what do you want me for anyhow?

You have a son.
That's a natural line of succession.

Let Steven get married.
Let him provide the royal heir.

Give him the 70%.

I'm afraid Steven
is not going to work out.

Well, why? What's the matter with him?
Low sperm count?

Mind your own business.

Ooh! We're sensitive, aren't we?

Okay, then what about you and Krystle?

She looks like good,
solid breeding stock to me.

Oh, hey, I'm sorry if I haven't
shown the proper respect.

Well, what do you want me to do,
anoint her feet in holy oil?

Or would it be enough if I just
get down on my knees and kiss--

I'm not going to stand here
and beg you to accept this lady.

You'll just have to
take it on faith that...

she is the most important thing
in my life right now...

and you and your brother and everyone else
around here may have to get used to that.

And you don't give a flying damn that
she'd rather be in bed with somebody else.

Or do you?

( Phone Buzzing )

( Buzzing Continues )

( Sighs )
Hello?

Michael? It's Miss Carrington.

I think I remember you now.

Miss who?

It's Fallon.

( Glasses Clink )

( Michael )
Come on in. I'm not gonna bite you.

May I take your jacket?

Your taxi's arrived, Miss Jennings.

Thank you.

Krystle. Where are you going?

I guess you thought that was a pretty
cute thing to do. I don't understand--

It hasn't been a perfect day, my dear.

I-- I've been run out of
one country on a ridgepole.

My-My daughter thinks
she's a born-again Lady Godiva.

So, please, forgive me.
Now,just what thing did you have in mind?

Setting it up for
Matthew Blaisdel and me...

to run into each other
like that in your office.

- Oh, that.
- What was it, Blake, some sort of test?

Krystle.

I don't suppose you'd believe me
if I told you I didn't arrange that.

It was just a coincidence.

Was it also a coincidence that you didn't
bother to tell me he was back in town?

What did you suppose-- that I'd go flying
off with him? Is that what you think of me?

- Come inside. We'll talk.
- No.

No, you talk too well, Blake.

You'd only convince me
that I imagined the whole thing--

that nothing's changed and
everything's exactly the way it was.

Well, isn't it?

When will I see you?

I don't know.

I've gotta get away somewhere
where I can think.

Well, at least you can take your own car.
Now, this is a very impressive gesture...

but you don't have to go
by public transportation, you know.

It's not my car.

Look at the registration.

It belongs to Denver Carrington...

just like everything else around here.

( Engine Starts )

Blake. Our people in Amsterdam called.

Looks like your price on the tankers
will be accepted.

Oh. Then we've offered too much.

Withdraw the offer, drop it 1 0%,
and resubmit it in two days.

All right.

Oh,Joseph, has Steven arrived?

- (Joseph ) Yes, he has. Do you wanna see him?
- Yes.

( Blake )
No, I don't.

-Joseph?
- Yes, sir?

I'm going to get this family shaped up
by the day I get married.

Yes, sir.
Irish whiskey, then?

Make it three--
one for each headache.

Hi. Can we meet?

Do you love him?

Yes, I do.

At least, I--

I thought I did.

After you left, I--

I told myself you were dead.

Some days, I wished you were.

I must've written you
over a hundred letters.

Never even mailed you one.

Tell me, Matthew--

Did I just imagine
what we had together, or...

was it just some... dumb affair?

You've got hold of something good.

Grab it around the middle
and run with it, Krystle.

Don't ever look back.

But if I thought that we had a chance--

There is no chance.

Because of your situation?
I understand that. I--

I know divorce
is out of the question.

- It's not that.
- Well, what is it, then?

Is it that you don't care
for me anymore?

That's right.

I don't.

You say that pretty easily.

The truth isn't hard to say.

Just spit it out
and kick sand over it.

I'm, uh, sorry.
I guess I shouldn't--

Could we go back now?

Well, maybe we should
look at this whole thing philosophically.

The Lord giveth,
and the Lord taketh away.

You don't seem so altogether
heartbroken that Krystle's taken off.

Why doesn't he just go get her
and bring her back if that's what he wants?

Why don't you ask him?

Because he won't talk to me.

Well, you're lucky.
He'd sell me into the harem of a sheikh...

for three barrels of crude
and a box of cigars.

And I thought we were raised to believe
that blood is thicker than money.

Come on, Fallon.

He'd stick his hand into
an electric fan if you asked him to.

Even when Mother was here,
he loved you better than anybody.

Well, that's what I mean.
He used to be a fair judge of women.

I think he's suffered
irreversible brain damage...

from breathing too much
dime-store perfume.

Don't you think that's being
a little tough on Krystle?

I mean,
she's got some nice qualities.

So does a cocker spaniel...

but I wouldn't want
my father to marry one.

- I think he could do better.
- So could you.

Oh?

I mean, the chauffeur?
Come on, Fallon.

You really need to rub Dad's nose in it,
don't you?

Certainly not.

I'm thinking of writing
a book, that's all.

Handling the Servant Problem.

Are you gonna tell him?

You know I wouldn't do that.

Besides, I'd have to
send him a telegram.

Did Dad say anything to you?

I-I mean, about me?

Nothing that made any sense.

Why does he seem so angry at me?

I don't know.
What have you done?

( Grunts )

That's not a workout, Matthew.
It's attempted murder.

Take a... hike, Walter!

- Who you tryin' to kill?
- You, if you don't get out of here.

Is that any way
to talk to your old friend?

I mean, maybe it's Carrington, huh?
( Chuckles )

'Cause of that little popsy?
What was her name? Krystle?

Well, that was for free, Matthew.

Because I love you like a son--
the son I never had.

And I'm gonna make you
rich beyond your ability to count.

At least you could stand still
and listen to what I got to say.

( Grunting )

( Chuckles )
All right.

All righty.

There's one way
to get you to listen, boy!

- You're an old man, Walter.
- Oh.

Your brain's gone as soft as the rest
of you, and I ain't in no mood to play.

Yeah? I'm gonna show you
who's soft.

That head of yours has gone to jelly.

All because of
that little chicken you lost.

Well, I'm gonna do you a favor
and beat some pride back into you.

All right. Good.

Because the only reason--

the only reason that you
bothered to look me up at all...

is that you're in some kind of mess...

and you need me
to help get you out of trouble.

Trouble? Oh! Who do you think
taught you the oil business?

Colorado School of Mines.

Oh, I'm not talking about
that geological hogwash...

about rock formations
and specific gravities--

how much of this
displaces how much of that.

- No. I'm talking about finding oil with your nose.
- Ohh!

Now, that's what I mean.
How to get a whiff of it...

when she's down there
5,000 feet under the rocks.

And all them smart-aleck
geophysicists--yeah--

with their magnetometers
and their seismographs--

Well, they're punching dry holes in
the ground a hundred miles down the road.

Ooh!

Well, the last time...

that me and you
went smelling for oil...

it cost me $30,000.

Plus, I just barely missed...

spending six months in jail
for stock fraud.

Now, I'm gonna admit we had
a little tough luck on that.

But that's what I'm trying to do now--
I'm trying to make it up to you!

- Oh, well, don't bother.
- Ohh!

- ( Groaning )
- Walter, you all right?

- ( Groaning )
- Walter, you all right?

- I'm all right.
- Listen, I didn't mean to.

I just had a lot on my mind.
I-- I-- I'm sorry.

That's okay.
Give me a hand up, boy.

- ( Groaning )
- Now, you lay there...

and you listen to me.

Now, I'm telling you, Matthew.
I've got the leases locked...

on 5,000 acres of ground
that just reeks with high-gravity crude.

Good. Then you
get yourself a hammer...

and a long nail, and it should come squirtin'
up out of the ground like champagne.

Yeah, it probably would, too, but...

- well, I got a couple of problems.
- ( Chuckling )

Yeah. Like overthrust.

That's one.

Who's breathing down your neck,
Walter?

Who's waitin' to gobble up your leases
when you don't come in on time?

Do you think
I'd buy up short leases?

You'd not only buy up short leases, but you'd
con anybody out of their money to get it.

My guess is...

your backers are about ready
to sell you out for a dime on the dollar.

How long you got?

About five weeks.

Who tendered the offer?

Carrington.

Carrington. Figures.

You know, it ain't gonna cost you
a whole lot of time or money...

just to go out there
and take a look at what I got.

( Walter) How many wells
you suppose you've drilled for Carrington?

Hundreds of'em, huh?

Suppose he'll ever
put your name on one?

Like hell, he will.

You know what the next one's
gonna be called?

The Denver Carrington
Number 3095...

or some ridiculous
figure like that.

Did you ever want to see
your own name on a rig?

Like the Lankershim-Blaisdel
Number 1 ?

Then you'd own something, boy.
You'd have something.

I mean, well, I'd--

I'd be willing to give up... 30%...

just for what little bit of work
you'd be doing.

- You'd give me 50.
- Fifty?

If I were interested in your harebrained
proposition, which I'm not...

I'd take 50% to come in,
maybe 5 5 just to be safe.

What are you,
some kind of pirate?

Some kind of claim-jumper?
I'm the one that's taking all the gamble.

Not this time, Walter.

Look, I've been out of the country
almost two years. I want to--

I want to try
and put my life back together.

I'm gonna go
pick up my daughter tomorrow.

All right. All right.
Fifty percent.

Do you have any idea what it costs
to keep my wife where she is?

I know, Matthew.

But I'm not fooling you this time.

I really do need you.
I'm in real trouble.

Walter...

I got a steady job.

I need that paycheck every week.

I can't go out wildcatting
with you this time...

even if I wanted to.

I just can't.

Well, aren't you gonna open it?

You like it?

Oh, I like it.
I really do.

Well, put it on.

Where are we going now?

Oh, I thought, uh...

we'd go by and see Mom...

maybe go downtown, catch a movie.

Well, honey, you--you do want
to see your mother, don't you?

Well, sure, I do.

( Birds Chirping )

Well, aren't you coming?

I know Mom
sure would like to see you.

I don't want to go in there.

Lindsay, it's a-- it's a hospital.

It's a hospital for crazy people.
I don't want to go in there.

Come on, now.

You're old enough to understand
we don't use words like ""crazy'' anymore.

Your mother, she had a--

she had a breakdown.

And she needed to be
in a place like this for help.

And this is the best there is.

Hey.

Honey--

Look at me.
Come on, now. Look at me.

That's why I was out of the country
for a year and a half working--

to get the extra money
to help pay for this place.

And it's the only thing in the world--
the only thing--

that could have kept me from you.

So, come on, now.

How about, uh--
How about going in there with Daddy?

Daddy, please.
Don't make me go in there.

Okay.

I'll go in and see
if Mom can come out...

and take a little ride with us.

Okay?

Okay.

Where is she?
Isn't she coming?

She's gone.

You mean, she escaped?

Lindsay, I keep telling you.
It isn't that kind of a place.

Doctors thought she was doing
real well, so a month ago...

they, uh, they let her
check herself out.

Well, didn't they tell you
where she went?

Sure did.

How's the coffee in this place?

Hello, Matthew.

I must say--you don't seem
very surprised to see me.

Always figured you'd be along
one of these days.

- Lindsay?
- Yes, ma'am?

You've grown.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, come on.
Sit down.

I shouldn't.
I have a lot of orders coming up.

Oh, never mind the orders.
Come on. Sit down.

Lindsay, slide over
and make room for your mother.

It's okay, honey.
Come on.

Dr.Jordan tells me you're doin' real well.
You look fine.

I'm an outpatient now.

I go up there
three times a week to see him.

I think he's gonna take me
off the medication before long.

That's terrific.

That's terrific.

Look, uh--
( Clears Throat )

We can't talk here.
Why don't, uh--

Why don't you tell
your boss you're leaving?

We'll head on home, pick up a couple
of steaks, fresh corn, couple of beers--

- I can't, Matthew.
- Why?

I'm not ready.

I need more time.

I just can't go back there
like nothing ever happened.

Maybe after a couple of more months
on my own, working--

It's not only your
decision to make, Claudia.

We need you, Lindsay and I.

Lindsay?

Why don't you tell your mother how--
how you want her to come home with us?

It's okay, honey.

- Lindsay--
- Matthew.!

Leave her alone, for God's sake.
What do you expect from her?

She's got a right to be angry.

The last time she saw me,
I was running down the street, screaming.

How would you feel if you saw your mother
being dragged off in a straightjacket...

by three policemen,
kicking and shrieking?

I saw my wife dragged off.

Maybe you have a right
to be angry too.

We need you, Claudia.

We're a family.

I need time.

May not be time.

Things are gonna happen
very fast for Lindsay now.

There are gonna be changes.

Things a mother should be there
to explain to her...

help her with.

Don't you see? I, uh--

I won't be able to do that for her.

Matthew, there isn't any guarantee
that I'm going to make it.

There are never any guarantees
in anything in life.

We just grab hands, face up to 'em.

Lindsay?

I want you to tell me the truth.

Do you want me
to come home with you now?

Okay.

( Doorbell Buzzes )

( Doorbell Buzzes )

I know I don't deserve to be forgiven--

Uh, uh, uh--
Not a word.

I plead guilty of all
high crimes and misdemeanors...

of which I stand charged...

and I understand
that my only real hope...

is for an executive pardon
with loss of all rights and privileges.

- Blake, this is serious. It's not just something--
- Uh, uh, uh--

I only want to ask one thing.

Can't we talk about it over dinner?

Oh, by the way,
I brought you something.

It was all they had left.

Some lovesick fool
bought out the entire shop.

Blake.

Dinner?

Dinner.

Now, what would you like to eat?

Japanese?
French?

Mmm, nothing fancy.

And please, nothing expensive.

Whatever you like.

Maybe Chinese.

- Blake, I don't understand.
- Come on. You'll see.

( Horn Honking )

Here you go. Thank you very much.
Well, there it is.

Doesn't look like much,
but believe me--

this place has got the best
char shu bow in San Francisco.

And it's not very expensive.

We'll get out of this place
for under 20 bucks.

Tax and tip included.

What if I'd said French?

We would have had to
refuel in New Jersey.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

How about a little brandy?

- Mmm, no, thank you.
- What would you like?

My job back.

You don't really want to be back
where I found you--

typing drilling reports,
feeding Xerox machines.

I don't see my friends
much anymore, Blake.

They seem uncomfortable with me.

Oh, they'll get over that.

You've invited them
to the wedding, haven't you?

You want to call off the wedding?
Is that what you want?

Okay.
Let's do it this way.

Heads, we get married;
tails, we don't.

- You're joking.
- Mm-mmm.

Now I want you more than anything
that I've ever wanted.

But I'm a high roller.
I'm willing to leave it to fate if you are.

I don't believe you.

Now, if it's tails under there...

when we get down on the ground,
we go our separate ways.

This is a decision that'll affect
the rest of our lives.

You can't make it
on the flip of a coin.

I don't need a quarter
to tell me that I love you.

It's you. Do you love me?

I do. Of course I do.

How much?
A little? A lot?

Forty percent?
Sixty-five percent?

More than a hurricane?
Less than a squall?

Blake, don't you see?
It's not you.

It's-- It's just that I--

I can't get used to--

Go on. It won't hurt you.

It's the money, isn't it?

I was raised in a town that's
smaller than your dining room.

When my father died,
he didn't even leave us $200 to bury him.

Would it make you feel
more comfortable...

if I divested myself
of all my holdings...

if I gave away
every penny I've got?

- It wouldn't make any difference.
- You're right. It wouldn't.

Because if I started
from dead scratch tomorrow...

I'd have a million dollars
by the end of the year...

and 1 0 million
by the year after that.

And it's got nothing to do
with what I am or who I am.

Do I really have to be poor
to turn you on?

That's not fair.

Tails.

Blake--

Two out of three?

I love you.
I swear I do.

A hundred percent.

Prove it.

John, make a mental note. I don't want
this drooping. I want it up, not down.

Up. Thank you, Alice.

What are you doing?

Absolutely lovely.

Baker!

Baker.!

All right.
Turn it over.

( Man )
Joe, look out.!

Coming down.

Who's hurt?

Get him to the hospital over in Meadsburg.
Hurry up.

Yes, sir.

Okay. All right.
Let's go.

( Engine Starts )

Oh. Thank you.

Uh, thank you.
I-I think I can finish now.

- ( Door Opens )
- ( Fallon ) I wouldn't send them away, Krystle.

I can tell you for a fact--

Every one of the women
coming here today...

spent a week at Elizabeth Arden's
to tune up for this affair.

So you might as well take
all the help you can get.

You make it sound so competitive.

- It's not a contest, Fallon.
- No?

( Knocking )

Then why are they coming from five states
around to get a look at the winner?

Hi, Andy.
Come on in.

- You sure it's all right?
- Yes. The body work's been done.

Now they're just
touching up on the paint.

Krystle, you remember Andrew Laird...

Daddy's consigliere.

Fallon, that's not very funny.

I'm sorry. I thought
that was Italian for ""attorney.''

( Wry Chuckle )
You look lovely.

- Very lovely.
- Thank you.

Miss Jennings, could I see you
a moment privately?

- I have some papers that need to be signed.
- Sure.

Ladies, would you all
excuse us, please?

- What papers?
- Oh, nothing very important.

Just some technical documents
required by the corporation.

He means a premarital
property agreement.

I'm not sure I understand.

( Fallon )
Oh, it's not very complicated.

Sort of a rich man's divorce
in advance.

Uh, Fallon, I don't think
this is the proper occasion...

for your rather curious
sense of humor.

Now, Miss Jennings,
if you could sign right here at the bottom...

and then again here, too, please.

Well, don't you think
I should read it first?

Why, certainly,
if you want to take the time.

But it's just a... formality.

There's nothing very unusual in it.

( Fallon )
That's true.

Fact is, it reads a lot like the Bible.

You brought nothing
into this world...

and it is certain
you can carry nothing out.

Fallon, would you leave us, please?

Is that a hint, Andy?
Are you trying to get me to leave?

Uh-huh.

Well...

you may as well sign it, babe.

The wedding's not gonna
go on without it.

( Door Shuts )

Is that true?

Well, I think it will be
much less complicated for everyone...

if you were to just... sign.

Mr. Lankershim,
we've got him comfortable now.

You can see him
for a minute if you like.

( Woman Over Intercom )
Dr. Rubin,you're wanted in surgery.

How bad is he busted up?

Compound fracture of the right leg.
We're about to set that.

Some ribs may be broken,
but we'll check that out too.

How long before
he can get on his feet?

I understand your urgency,
Mr. Lankershim...

and I realize you wildcatters
need every man on your crew.

You've got the wrong idea, son.

It's his job to check that pin
so accidents like this don't happen.

Now, I just want to know how long
before I can break his other leg.

Walter...

I'm sorry.

I swear to you.
I checked that pin.

I checked it last night right after the shift.
It was okay.

Yeah, well--
Hey, don't worry about that now.

Fact, you don't worry
about nothin'.

We're gonna look after
your family for ya...

and keep you on the payroll
till you're up and around again.

You can't do that.
You'd--

You're in enough trouble as it is.

You got Carrington on your back.
You can hardly meet your own payroll.

Well, you don't
think about that now.

You just think about
gettin' well here.

We called your wife.
She should be coming around any minute now.

Walter, can I see you a minute?

Went up on the rig
and brought the pin down.

Does that look worn to you
or tampered with?

( Rigger )
Where you goin'?

To see Blake Carrington about
an accident... that wasn't an accident.

Mr. Carrington, your father would
like to see you. He's in the library.

Thank you,Joseph.

I'm sorry.
I thought you wanted to see me.

Yes, I do.

Well, I'll leave you two to talk.

- Would you care for a drink, Steven?
- Uh, no, thank you.

Well, then,
let me get right to the point.

You've been out of school
two years.

You have a degree which, uh--

which wouldn't get you a job
spraying vegetables in a supermarket--

I've changed my mind.

I think I will.

You've lived in New York.
You've tried to find yourself.

Well, Son,
the search is at an end.

Really? And what have I decided?

I've decided that you've been
living off this company long enough.

It's time you started putting
something back in. So...

take a little vacation.

Rest up from your... resting.

Gather your strength.

Becausejust as soon
as I get back from my honeymoon...

you'll report to work.

I see. And what career
have I picked out for myself?

You have three choices:
You can start in the refinery;

you can learn plant supervision;
or you can try public relations.

- Public relations?
- Mm-hmm.

Do you really want me to tell the public
what I think about your business?

It's nice to know that you think
anything about anything, Steven.

I wasn't aware that you did.

How would you know anything
about what I do...

or what I don't do?

From the time Mother left,
I'm not sure you'd have known who I was...

if I didn't come into the house
wearing a name tag.

Yeah, about my business--
You had a comment to make?

Maybe, but today's no day
to get into all that.

On the contrary.

Today's the day to settle all accounts.
Go on. Spit it out.

Okay.

I think you sold this country out.
That's what I think.

You and Colby
and all the rest of you.

Don't stop there. Go on.
Go on. Get it all out.

You didn't develop...

this country's energy resources
when you had the chance to.

No, you developed the Arabian fields
instead because it was cheaper.

You made billionaires
out of the oil sheikhs.

Except now the Arabian fields are up for grabs
to any army that has nerve to march in.

And your father is personally
responsible for World War III.

Steven, I've heard this garbage
from people I almost respect.

Do you really suppose
I'm gonna take it from you?

No.

Maybe you just
don't have an answer.

And what's your answer?

To sit in this house, surrounded
by things that you have not earned...

with hands as soft
as a baby's bottom...

talking about building windmills
and converting cornflakes into gasohol?

The most work you've ever done in your life
is to sign your name to a credit card charge.

Okay, I may not work...

but at least I don't steal, and I don't
rob from the people of this country...

by artifiicially pushing up
the price of gasoline-- I don't do that.

Now, that is an allegation
that has never been proven by anybody.

TheJustice Department
says it's not true.

The Department of Energy
says it's not true.

- But my son still believes it.
- Yes, I do.

Well, how the hell can anybody
respect the opinion of a man...

who'd put his hands
on another man?

I didn't mean for it
to come out that way.

Didn't mean for it
to come out at all.

I'd hoped that you would
come home and go to work...

and that everything
would just... go away.

How'd you find out?

( Clears Throat )
I mean, did you use detectives?

I-- I just found out, that's all.

You know,
I wanted to tell you myself.

( Clears Throat )

I mean, in my own way.

But I-I-I-- I just couldn't seem
to get next to you.

Dad, look at me.

Steven--

Steven, I'm about as Freudian
as you could hope for...

in a capitalist exploiter
of the working classes.

And when I'm not busy
grinding the faces of the poor...

I even read a little.

I understand about sublimation.

I-- I understand...

how you could try to hide
sexual dysfunction...

behind hostility toward a father.

I, uh--

I even prepared to say...

that I could find...

a little homosexual experimentation...

acceptable...

just as long as you didn't
bring it home with you.

It's-- Don't you see, Son?

I'm offering you a chance
to straighten yourself out.

Straighten myself out?

I'm not sure
I know what that means.

I'm not sure I could if I wanted to...

and I'm not sure I want to.

Of course.
I forgot.

The American Psychiatric Association
has decided that it's no longer a disease.

That's too bad.
I could have endowed a foundation--

the Steven Carrington Institute
for the Treatment and Study of Faggotry.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

I've got to go get married.