All language subtitles for Dynasty s09e19 No Bones About It.eng

- Are you Alexis Colby?
Yes.

- Federal marshal.
- What the hell's going on?

- What does this mean?
- It means the party's over.

Last time on Dynasty.

You brought this on yourself
with this compulsion to stick Blake

- with this murder wrap.
- It wasn't enough for you

to destroy our love, was it?

You had to help that witch
destroy me financially too.

What you're suggesting
is so outrageous.

Tanner is a priest,
and a priest is a priest.

- You didn't find out he was a priest...
- Stop it.

I don't wanna hear about it anymore.

Sneaking into Alexis' suite is illegal.
With or without passkey.

It's called breaking and entering.

You've got her in the palm
of your hand with this lawsuit,

- why jeopardise it?
- Because Blake needs it.

I'm not gonna push you, okay?

I'm back at the house now.
Daddy and I have made up,

and I'm just not comfortable
talking about it.

- Look, Fallon,
I'm not dojng thjs as a cop.

The captain took me off the case.
I'm doing this for you.

I showed you a list of the people
that worked at the Carrington place.

- One of them was Roger Grimes.
- Why didn't you tell me then

- that you knew him?
- I see, so now you're badgering me.

Ma'am, you have to understand

that with a man as important as
Blake Carrington...

Listen to me, captain.

You keep sitting on this case
and I'll blast you

over the front page
of my newspaper.

Why are you accusing me
of killing Roger Grimes?

Because I wanna see justice done.

Justice? Or is it that reward money
that my ex-wife offered?

You and me, we both know
what's buried there, don't we?

Tell me what you know
and I'll sit right there

- and write a cheque.
- Grandpa, are you here?

Are you playing a joke on me?
Grandpa?

- Oh, my God.
- What is it?

- Don't look.
- No, what?

Phoenix, don't look down.

- No, I've gotta help him!
- Phoenix, no, no.

- There's no way your
grandfather committed suicide.

No. He was murdered,
I just told you that.

- Can't she do this another time?
- Look, Miss Chisolm,

we're really just trying to get
the story straight here, okay?

You came home,
called out to your grandfather

- and then you saw the open window.
- He never opened that window.

He didn't jump out of a window.

- Dad.
- Mr. Carrington?

Carrington.
You murdered my grandfather.

Phoenix. No!

- Stop it!
- You pushed him out the window!

- Take it easy.
Stop it! That's enough.

- Get her inside.
Get her inside, will you?

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

What's she talking about?

I'm sorry about all this.

I'll take over from here, Zorelli. Go on.
Take the girl's statement.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carrington.

I've got a staff that can't seem
to do anything right.

We can talk in my office.

I don't understand what's going on,
captain.

You ask me down here for a routine
questioning, and that girl...

Dad, a man who claimed to be
a witness against you is dead.

- What?
- Elsworth Chisolm.

Chisolm, dead? Well, when? I just...

I'm sorry, Mr. Carrington.
This whole thing is getting out of hand.

What we've got here
is a probable suicide.

A jumper. Cracked skull.

- He committed suicide?
- Looks that way.

Unfortunately,
he named you as a suspect

in this ancient murder
just before he did it.

So for the record,
I had to ask you down.

Now, uh, could you tell us
where you were tonight

between the hours of, say,
8:00 and 10:00?

I don't know what to say without...

- Say nothing.
- What?

I'm his attorney.

And I'm advising him
to say nothing right now.

- But I've got nothing to hide.
- If you open your mouth,

and they find a way of using
what you say against you, they will.

I told you we were
just looking at a suicide.

Then you don't need a statement
from my father, do you?

All right, I understand.
Your attorney is legally correct.

- And I'll not keep you.
- Thank you, captain.

I, uh, may need
to bring you back though.

We'll know more when the forensics
team goes over the place,

- dusted for prints, that sort of thing.
- You do that for a suicide?

We like to be thorough.
Good night, Mr. Carrington.

- Good night.
- Captain.

You know,
we handled that damned well.

I can't tell you how many people
have been convicted

just by opening their mouths
during routine questioning.

Heh. Boy, I'm glad I was there.

You tricked me.
You set me up, didn't you?

- What?
- You called me,

told me that man's name,
told me to go over there.

- I know that.
- And now he's dead.

Now, wait a minute.
Are you saying I killed him?

The day that I threw you out
of the house you told me I'd be sorry.

Is this the way you planned
to get even with me?

My God.

I can't do anything right
in your eyes, can I?

I try to save you from a murder charge,
and all you can say is I set you up.

Get out of my sight.

Get out of my sight before I kill you.

If I'd wanted to set you up,
I could have.

All I have to do is tell the police
I saw you leaving

that apartment building minutes before
I found the old man's body.

- Stomach acting up again, captain?
- Yeah.

- So, what do you think?
- Think?

Did Carrington off that witness
or not?

We don't even know
if he was murdered yet.

That's right, we don't know.
Could have been suicide.

Or maybe the guy died
and fell out the window.

I doubt that, sir.

If you ask me,
everything points to Blake Carrington.

He had every reason to do it.

The victim was accusing him
of murder and...

That's why he wouldn't do it.
It's too obvious.

Maybe. Maybe not. Gotta tell you,
though, when I asked Carrington

where he was tonight,
his son cut me off like that:

- So what? He's a lawyer.
- Yeah.

But if you got nothing to hide,
you don't hide it.

Look, I'm not on this case anymore.

But I don't think Blake Carrington did it,
and I think if you look around,

- you'll find a suicide note.
- We're looking.

And I hope to hell we can close
the lid on this one fast.

But whatever happens, I wanna
look over those Carrington files.

So get them up
from the basement for me.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Zorelli?

Carrington knew about that witness.

- You tell him?
- No, I didn't.

- How'd he know?
- I don't know.

- Get me those files, will you?
- Yes, sir.

Well, it all checks out.

What about this area here?

Oh, that's where the silo was.
That burned down.

Well, I don't know, Jeff.

Maybe they got it out already.

Maybe it's no longer on the property.

No, no, I still think it's here, I think
Grimes needed a place to hide it.

Where he could easily get to it,

then maybe Tom killed him trying
to get a handle on the location.

Well, if Tom killed him
and despite what Blake said,

I'm not totally convinced he did,
I don't think that's the reason.

Shooting someone
in the back of the head

isn't gonna get you
anything except a stiff.

I don't know, I got a feeling
that it's, uh... That it's gone.

It could be anywhere
in the world by now.

I don't think so. If it were, that
would be news all over the art world.

I mean,
you heard what Sable told Blake.

And if Sable knows anything,
she knows the art world.

I just can't believe that Blake
brought her in on all this.

You know what?
Maybe not all the mines are flooded.

I mean, the original vault
was under the lake,

but maybe Roger and Tom
made a new one and sealed it off.

And if they did, how would we find it?

Start punching a lot of holes
in the earth?

Even if we wanted to,
somebody would see us.

Speaking of somebody seeing us,
who's that?

Who?

Over there. There's a car.

Probably just a couple of teenagers.

Access to this part of the property
is pretty easy.

- Yeah, right.
- Don't get paranoid on me.

What do you mean, paranoid?

If I'm paranoid, it's because somebody
besides us is looking for that collection.

I mean, hell, the other day
you go to the architect's office

looking for the original plans,
and somebody had already been there.

- Well, you wanna go check it out?
- Oh, no.

It's a couple of teenagers,
you'd never let me hear the end.

Come on, let's get something to eat.

Zorelli, how come
you haven't asked me directions?

What do you mean?

Most people get lost here
unless they know where they're going.

But I'm not most people.

You know this place pretty well,
don't you?

- What, the lake?
- Yes.

Well, you know, I told you, uh,

I've been dreaming
about this place too.

When we were doing
the investigation on that body,

we took a pretty good look around.

So you thought you'd bring me down
here to have another look around,

and, uh, check out another body?
Is that it?

- No, no, I just thought...
- I know.

You brought me here
to go skinny-dipping.

- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.

- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did,

- you dirty-minded little...
- Fallon,

don't you wanna talk just
a little about your dream?

Not as much
as I'd like to go skinny-dipping.

- Mr. Prusky?
- Yes, and you are?

Sable Colby.

There wasn't anybody in the gallery,
so...

Sable Colby of Colby Galleries
in Los Angeles?

That's right.

I believe you have
a very valuable painting of ours.

Colby, ah, of course, yes.

When my assistant gave it to me
for appraisal,

I had no idea
it came from your gallery.

Heh, well, my cousin Alexis

had it sent here by mistake,
unfortunately.

- Do you know what it is?
- Yes. It's a Fredrick Stahl.

Then you know about Stahl.

You are aware that his paintings
have been missing since...

World War II, yes.

Hitler confiscated them all.

Mr. Prusky, have you mentioned
this painting to anyone?

- Well, no. Not yet.
- Good.

Because it's part
of a very private collection.

- You mean there are more?
- Yes.

I never thought I would see
an original Stahl in my lifetime.

You can imagine the reaction
if they were released publicly.

Oh, my, yes.

You know, it's funny about Stahl,

a number of art dealers
have received calls recently

asking if any of his works
had surfaced.

- I myself received a call.
- Really?

- You seem surprised.
- Oh, yes, I am surprised.

I mean, there aren't
any Stahls in circulation,

and it has been almost
45 years since the war and, well...

Well, maybe it is time
to distribute these.

I would like very much
to be a part of that.

Discretion would be the key word,
of course.

If Alexis or anybody else
were to discover what we have...

I understand.

And I think
I could be of great service to you.

Maybe you should return this
to my cousin yourself.

That way you could tell her
it's of very little value.

Alexis doesn't
have a strong background in art.

Few people do.

Mr. Prusky,
you'll be hearing from me.

Oh, and if that person
ever calls about Stahl again,

could you get me
a little more information?

We wouldn't want to lose a buyer.

No, we certainly wouldn't.

Strange coincidence, though,
isn't it?

Strange coincidence?
I don't think so.

Not that many people
even knew about Stahl.

- Sable.
- He was a local painter,

local to Germany, Austria.
And his works disappeared with Hitler.

Why would anybody
be asking about him?

I don't know.

No.

Oh, well,
maybe I'm just overreacting.

I tell you, this whole thing
is getting to me too.

Oh, Blake, I'm sorry.
You must have so much on your mind.

Maybe it's a blessing.

Because without it,
I'd be thinking about,

well, I'd be thinking about
those divorce papers for one thing.

Blake, those divorce papers
are just that. Papers.

Look, if Krystle should come back,
and God knows I hope she does,

those papers won't mean anything.

It's the love
that you two share that counts.

I suppose you're right. Thank you.

Well, I am late.

We, uh...
We are having dinner tonight.

Yes, I'm looking forward to it.

And about that painting,

I have Dex and Jeff
coming over after dinner.

- We'll discuss it then.
- Good.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Mr. Carrington.
- Yes?

You probably don't remember us,
but I'm Dominique's uncle, Charles.

- Of course, yes.
- This is my wife, Jane.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Well, it's so good to see you again.
Come in, won't you?

- We didn't wanna interrupt anything...
- No, no, no, not at all.

- Sit down, won't you?
- Oh, thank you.

Now, can I get you anything?
Coffee or something?

- No, thank you.
- No, thank you.

Well, something happened
that you'd wanna know about.

And we, uh, found these things
that belonged to your father.

We thought you should have them
instead of the police.

- The police?
- Well, yes. They've been to see us.

They came about your father
and Roger Grimes.

I see.

It sounded like you might be in trouble.

Mr. Carrington,

we know what happened
between those two men.

We haven't found it yet,

but your father wrote a confession
in his own hand.

Those other things of my father's,
the things that you haven't found...

- We'll keep looking.
- Good.

Because they're very important.

And if that detective, Zorelli,
if he comes by again, you call me.

I'll do what I can to stop him
from bothering you.

- We will.
- We sure will.

- Thank you for coming by.
- Goodbye, Mr. Carrington.

Oh, Jeanette, is Fallon there?

Well, when she comes home,
will you tell her to wait for me?

There's something
that I must speak to her about.

Right. Thank you.

First just tell me about the lake.

- What goes on out here?
- Not a lot. Not today, anyway.

Come on, don't you remember
anything about your grandfather?

Anything he might have done
or, I don't know, said

that might be a little strange?

Um...

- Ghosts.
- Here?

I didn't know they got out that much.

Ha, ha.

No, when I was about
four or five years old,

I remember one time
I heard these really strange noises.

And the basement door was open

and the noises
were coming from there.

- What kind of noises?
- I don't know. Ghost noises.

Oh.

Then I got really scared
and started to run

and all of a sudden, there he was,
standing in the doorway.

- The ghost?
- No. My grandfather.

- After that I never believed in ghosts.
- Hmm.

What was he doing in the basement?

I don't know. Look, you wanted
a story about my grandfather.

I gave you one.
Now what are you gonna give me?

Did you ever come out here
with him at night?

- Here to the lake?
- Yeah.

Or your father. Does he
ever come here at night?

If I were to come out here at night,

I'd make sure it would be
with a good-Iooking cop

who likes to fool around.

I asked you to go skinny-dipping
with me and then even...

- Fallon.
- When I started to undo my...

I'm just trying to help you here.

Good.

Let me show you how you can.

Mm. Mm.

You're just trying to put
me off track, aren't you?

Right.

Fallon, all I wanna do is
clear that little brain of yours

so it'll be all mine again, okay?

Little brain?

- Why, I ought to...
- What are you doing?

Well, isn't that an old Italian
tradition, pinching rear ends?

Yeah, but I'm not an old Italian.

And besides, in Italy, it's the men
that pinch the women, okay?

Why don't you show me something
else that the men do to their women?

Okay.

Easy, easy.

Trot, Passion.

Trot.

That's a good girl.

Trot. Trot.

Come on.
Good girl, you're doing great.

Whoa. Whoa.

Thanks.

You're sure are big
on surprise entrances, aren't you?

I've been sort of hoping
you'd come down to the centre,

but you haven't, and I've been
thinking a lot about you.

Not too good an idea for a priest.

Well, I mean, about, you know,

how you might have felt like
I misled you or something.

- It doesn't matter.
- It does to me.

Listen, I'd like to ask you a favour.

What's that?

Well, there's something
that I'd like to show you,

and, uh, could you maybe
take a ride with me?

- You got your hair cut. It looks nice.
Thanks.

I think we've covered about
every inch of the property

- and what have we come up with?
- Nothing.

You're right. For months we're
hot on the trail of Fritz Heath,

trying to find out
what he was doing to Alexis.

- Did we learn anything that time?
- Not a thing.

Then we dove in the lake
looking for hidden treasure.

- Did we find it?
- No.

So, what do you figure we have
learned from all these experiences?

- Nothing?
- Yeah.

Well, when this is over, why don't
you and I quit running around

being errand boys
and work on something together?

- Ha. Now, that sounds interesting.
- Well, keep it in mind.

In the meantime,
I am going to go home

and look over these mining
charts again

and with any luck we may come up
with something.

Monica.
- Uncle Dex. Hi.

Hello, Monica.
- Uncle Dex?

Oh, am I interrupting something?
Heh. Bad habit I have.

You know, I once interrupted Dex
and my mother right in the middle of...

Listen, I'd really love to stay and visit,
but, Monica, it's always a pleasure.

Oh, by the way,
did you and my mother ever get

that business stuff straightened out?

Thank you, Monica.

Dex and your mother?

Great.

Your pictures will be ready this
afternoon at the front desk. Thank you.

Excuse me.

- See that couple at the other end?
- Mm-hm.

I'd like a really nice candid shot
just to surprise them.

- Sure.
- No, I'll tell you when to start shooting.

Now. Start shooting now.

I wish you hadn't ordered pastry.
I'm trying to watch my body.

Yeah. So is every other guy
in the hotel.

Mm.

You're so naughty sometimes.

Come on, tell me, what...?

What's going on
between Dex and Sable?

Jeff, even if I knew,

you wouldn't want me
to divulge the private,

intimate details of my mother's private,
intimate social life, now, would you?

Private, intimate details?

I didn't know that Dex and Sable
had any private, intimate details.

They don't. I was just joking.

Could I have the film?
Sure.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

My brother was two years older
than I was.

Both of us were brought up
in an orphanage by the sisters.

Talking to Father Shea,

I got the feeling I was talking
to one of your parents.

Well, he was the director and he did
always treat us like his own sons.

I never even thought
about another life outside the Church.

Was your brother a priest too?

No, that's the thing. We were
like Cain and Abel, Arnie and me.

There was always
something wild about him.

He had to try everything there was.
Especially if it was a sin.

He ran away when he was 16.

He used to call me
every now and then,

usually drunk
or drugged or something,

and I tried to talk to him,

but he never made any sense.

That used to scare me.

Tanner, he was only 18.

Arnie used to tell me,
"Kid, do something with your life.

Don't grow up like me."

So I did what was natural at the time,
I became a priest.

I thought that maybe
I could help people like Arnie.

Sounds like a good reason
to become a priest.

Yeah, I thought so too at the time.

Now I'm not so sure.

Really?

Well, it takes a lot more
than just wanting to help people.

You know, a lot of people
help people. Nurses, doctors.

But to be a priest, I think it takes
something just a little more special.

And I started to think
that maybe... maybe I didn't have that.

You have to be willing
to commit yourself in ways

that other people don't need to.

You mean celibacy?

Yeah, that's a big one.
And there's a lot of things.

So I took a year off.

I took a leave of absence to see
what life would be like out there.

And then I met you.

And I keep thinking about you.

And I guess...

I didn't want you
to know that I was a priest.

I probably shouldn't be telling you this,
but that's what I've been feeling.

And it's a problem.

Whoo!

I hope you weren't pretending
that last ball was me.

No, no, no. I'm glad to see you.

Well, don't let me stop you.
You need it.

I know I need it, but I also need
a couple of minutes rest.

I did wanna talk to you
about something.

This, uh, is not too easy
for me to say.

Now, I know how you feel
about that detective.

And I wish you didn't,

but I also know that

a father shouldn't try to control
their children's emotions.

Daddy, we promised each other
we wouldn't get into this again.

I'm in love with him.
And he's in love with me.

Well, that's what
makes this so hard.

You see, Jane and Charles Matthews
paid me a visit today.

- That's Dominique's aunt and uncle.
- Yes.

They said that a detective
came by the other day

and started asking them questions.

About Roger Grimes,
about my father, about me.

- Couldn't have been Zorelli.
- It was. He even gave them his card.

He's off the case.
He told me he's off the case.

Do you happen to know
how he found out about their names?

The other night we were talking
about Dominique and I told him

about grandpa and Laura.

- Oh, God, what have I done?
- Oh, come on, now.

Come on, I'm not angry
with you about it. I'm not.

But I can't... I can't believe it,
I just can't believe it.

He was helping me with my dreams.
That's what he said.

I'm sorry, darling.
I'm sorry I had to tell you.

I'm very sorry.

- Well, Zorelli, you won.
- Well, that's, uh, great, sir. Um...

- What did I win?
- You're back on the Grimes case.

The Grimes case? I thought you
wanted to bury the Grimes case.

Yeah, that was before
an eyewitness came in here

who accused Blake Carrington
of murdering him.

A witness who suddenly
got murdered himself.

Captain, you don't think
Blake Carrington murdered...

I don't know whether he did or didn't.
But we've got facts that point to him,

and I want them checked out.

Captain, you yourself said
this case is 25 years old.

Zorelli, do you know how many calls
I've gotten about this damn case?

Sure, I wanna keep it closed.

Sure, I don't wanna
spend department money.

- Well, then why don't you, sir?
- You, Zorelli, you.

You got Alexis Colby all fired up,

and she got somebody
in the governor's office all fired up.

And now there's so much flak
coming down on me,

I feel like
I'm in the infantry in an ambush.

And the last thing I want
is this thing to look like a cover-up.

Yes, I understand that,
but you see, I have a little problem.

Oh, I'm sure you do, Zorelli.
I'm sure you got a lot of problems.

- None of which I give a damn about.
- Captain...

I want you to go over
to Chisolm's place.

I want you to check out
every apartment in the building.

See if anybody saw
Blake Carrington.

I don't understand you.
Why do you want me on this case

- when you know I don't want it?
- Don't want it?

When you were working
this case before,

you practically begged me
to keep you on it.

You know more about it
than anybody.

I'm seeing
Blake Carrington's daughter.

I think that's a serious
conflict of interest.

Did I ask you
if you wanted to be on the case?

Did I say you had a choice, Zorelli?

- No, sir.
- Then you're on this case.

Now dust off those files you brought
from the basement and update them.

And then get out there and show us
the kind of cop you claim to be.

Got it?

Yes, sir.

Fallon.

What's the matter?

You've been picking my brain
all along, haven't you?

- What?
- Haven't you?

No, I've been trying to help you.

You liar, you use me,
that's what you do.

What are you talking about?

You took what I told you
about my grandfather and Laura

and you went to see Laura's brother,
didn't you?

- How do you know about that?
- Because they visited my father

and told him that you'd been there
and questioned them.

- But I did it for you.
- You did it for me.

Yes, I did it for you!

All you ever wanted to do
is prowl around my brain,

trying to find a way
to hang my father.

- That's not true.
- True?

Telling me you're off the case.
Was that true?

- Please, give me a chance to explain.
- I don't believe you're not on the case.

- I wasn't.
- But you are now, is that it?

- Fallon, it's hard to...
- You're on the case, aren't you?

Yes.

Fallon, please,
let me explain it to you.

Please, if you'd just
give me a chance.

Jeff, come on, this business
with Sable is getting old.

I'm telling you.
Sable has got her eyes on Blake.

- That's the only reason she's around.
- She's having dinner with him.

She has too much respect
for Krystle...

Respect?
She's trying to take Krystle's place.

Hey, give Blake some credit,
will you?

Do you actually think
he'd tolerate anything like that?

Hey, Krystle's not dead, you know.

He's not gonna know
what's happening

until Sable's got her claws
wrapped around his heart.

- Hello, Blake.
- Dex, Jeff.

I thought Sable was joining us.

She'll be down in a couple of minutes.
She's putting Kristina to bed.

She's very, very heavy.
I think she's heavier than I am.

Ha, ha. Watch out.

- Oh. She's very floppidy, your Jenny.
- I know.

Okay, you mischief- maker. Into bed.

Oh, and you too.

You little angel.

Jenny is laughing.

Jenny never laughs anymore.

- Why not?
- I think she misses my mommy.

Well, of course she does. We all do.

Jenny keeps asking me
when Mommy's coming back.

And what do you tell her?

That she's very, very sick,
and she had to go away.

Only Jenny gets mad.

You know,
sometimes I get mad about it too.

And do you know what I do?

I talk to her.

I talk to your mommy.

And I tell her that wherever she is,
we all still love her,

and that we hope that one day
she'll come back to us.

And do you know what?
I think she hears me.

Because after that,
I always feel so much happier.

I miss mommy too.

Of course you do, you sweetheart.

She was the only one
who talked to Jenny.

- Except for me and you.
- What about your daddy?

I don't think
Daddy believes in Jenny.

What?

Oh, well, we're gonna
soon solve that.

- We can?
- Oh, yes.

When we tell your daddy
that Jenny doesn't laugh anymore,

well, he's gonna come
to so many tea parties that,

well, you're just
gonna run out of tea.

Good night, Aunt Sable.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night, Jenny.

I'm sorry, I just can't help

but feel that the key
to this is right under our noses.

- We just don't know where to look.
- Yeah.

Blake, what's all this?

Some things
that belonged to my father.

Matthews brought them over.

- Must have come as some shock.
- No.

No, I figured
that my father had killed Grimes.

But what I never expected was that
there'd be a confession around.

Did you really feel there was one?

Well, Matthews
said that they saw one.

- Well, did they know why he did it?
- No.

I tell you, there's something funny
about this whole thing.

Now, my father was not a saint,
obviously.

But this is making him out
to be something terrible.

Well, at least you're off the hook
as far as the witness is concerned.

We just have to pray that
Chisolm's death was a suicide,

or else that cop's
gonna be all over us again.

- I thought he was off the case.
- Fallon thought so too.

- Wait a minute. What the hell is this?
- What?

This map. Jeff, these markings.

They look like the markings
on our map.

Let me see it.

These look like...

- Look, it lines up here. Look at this.
Mm-hm.

- Tunnels, right next to the house.
Right.

Now, maybe those could
be the mine shaft.

No, they couldn't be that
close to the house.

It runs right under the basement.

Grimes was reconstructing
the mansion.

Now, what if he dug the tunnels
and kept it a secret from Tom?

- If this overlay is accurate...
- Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

That witness, Chisolm,
I thought he was just babbling on.

But he said there were
tunnels under the house

and he knew
what was buried in them.

Bingo.

You know something?

When I was in Vietnam, when we had
to look for underground tunnels

we used a sound measuring device,
a seismic recorder of some sort.

Now, what that did is
it measured the speed of sound

travelling through solid earth.

Can you get one of those?

- I know a geologist that would.
- Get on the phone.

Well, I'll have to go home
and get his number.

Ah.

- Kristina and Jenny are sound asleep.
- Jenny?

She's somebody
we have to talk about.

I'd better get going.
Can I get a ride back?

- Yeah, sure.
- I thought... Oh.

What have you come up with?

Uh, well, I think
we might be on to something.

Well, if that's the case,
why don't I give you a lift back

- and you can explain it on the way?
- Sounds good. I'll be in touch.

- Thank you for dinner, Blake.
- I enjoyed it.

I'II, um, call you tomorrow.
We do need to talk about Kristina.

I'm a good cop, Rudy. Never got dirty.
Not once, you know what I'm saying?

I know, Zorro.
- Just for her.

For her, I did things
I never would have done for money.

I was a big city cop. I left all that.
You know why?

Because there was too much crap.

Too many deals,
too many guys looking to score.

Bucks, promotions.
Nobody cares about the job.

I love the job, Rudy.

Rudy?

- Am I a good cop?
- You're a good cop.

Dream case of a lifetime, Rudy.

But I love her.

I love my work,
so, what am I supposed to do?

Zorro, let's go get him. I'm with you.

Dream case of a lifetime.

That's all I gotta do
to solve this case.

Betray the woman I love

and say goodbye.

Hmm. You tired?

A little bit.

- How are you holding up?
- Better than you, I think.

Dinner with Blake was lovely.

You know, Jeff thinks
you have something going with him.

Well, Jeff Colby
ought to know better.

Dex, there's nothing
between me and Blake.

Except for Jeff's nasty rumours.

Honestly,
when is he gonna grow up

and stop treating me
like that wicked stepmother?

But you, it's interesting
that you should have mentioned that.

About Blake.

For a moment there,
I thought you were jealous.

- Jealous?
- Mm.

I've got my hands full with Alexis.

Thanks to you,

she practically tore my head off
just before she left for Europe.

Oh, she knows?

Uh, yeah.

Not only does she hate me
for sleeping with you,

but she thinks I conspired with you
to ruin her company.

Oh, you poor thing. I tell you what,

the moment she gets back,
I'll run into her suite

and I'll tell her
that we were far too busy

doing naughty things
to conspire anything.

Anyway, I refuse to share the
credit for destroying her.

I did not mean to hurt her.

Right now, I don't think
she'll ever get over it.

- I hope for your sake, she doesn't.
- For my sake?

You've gotta get away
from that witch, Dexter.

She cast a spell on you.

I'm beginning to think
you might be right.

Where is Dex?

It's getting late. Maybe we should go
to the basement and start looking.

No, no, I think we ought to wait
for the equipment.

Dex said he'd have it here
by this evening.

But I'm gonna go up and change
into something more suitable

for digging in the basement.

Oh, by the way, did I tell you

that Sable had managed
to track down that art appraiser?

The man said that somebody
else had been there asking questions

- about Fredrick Stahl's paintings.
- I thought you said all of his works

- disappeared after World War II.
- They did.

Then why would somebody
be asking for them?

I think we know why.

Because somebody else
is after that collection.

Phoenix?

It's Adam.

- Phoenix?
Come in, Adam.

Don't move too fast, please.
I'm not good with guns.

What are you doing?

I'm protecting myself.

Like you were supposed
to do for my grandpa.

I go out a couple of hours
with Blake Carrington's son.

And I come back
and find my grandfather dead.

Can we turn some lights on
and talk about this?

Phoenix, I'm here to help you.

Did you get a sound reading on that?

Twenty-two hundred
metres per second.

Hit again.

Well, it's still travelling
at 2200 metres per second.

Doesn't that reading ever change?

Not as long as it's solid.

Try a couple of feet over.

Okay.

- No change.
- We've been all over the basement.

What makes you think
we're gonna find anything?

If we don't,
we'll check the wine cellar.

We're not gonna stop until
we go over every inch of this place.

Uh, let's get some
of this stuff out of here.

All right, one more wall to go.

Wait a minute. Hold it, hold it.

Hit it again. Same spot.
Something's happening.

Three hundred per second. That's it.
That's what we're looking for.

Jeff, move it about four feet
to the right. Same area, hit it again.

Yes.

What do you think?

Let's just hope it's not a break
in the foundation.

The cement
looks like it's loose here too.

Let me get the chisel.

May I put these down?

These are for you.

And I brought some Chinese food.

Flowers.

Great. They'll replace my grandpa.

Look, Phoenix, I know
you don't want to believe this,

but I'm beginning
to believe the police were right,

that your grandfather
did take his own life.

Mister, there is no way.

No way my grandfather
was gonna commit suicide.

- Your father did it and you know it.
- I understand how upset you are.

But I happen to know for a fact

that my father was nowhere
near here at the time.

So what?
So he paid somebody to do it.

You don't know him.
It just wouldn't be in his interest.

It's in his interest, all right.
Maybe yours too.

- What?
- What is it with you two, anyway?

I thought you wanted
to see him convicted.

- I do.
- I wonder.

I wonder if you're not playing
some kind of weird game,

getting even with him
over something or other.

- That's absurd.
- Is it?

I wonder if you're not playing
both sides against the middle.

Trying to look good
for both mommy and daddy.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Would you put the gun away?

He was scared, your father, he was
scared about the stuff grandpa knew.

About all the digging
and hiding in those tunnels

underneath the house and everything
that was buried in them.

- Tunnels?
- Stop playing games with me!

- You know what I'm talking about.
- Phoenix, I'm on your side.

If your grandfather knew something
my father was hiding,

something that would help us prove
that my father was a murderer,

you should tell me about it.
I'll tell the police. That's who I'll tell.

That's what your grandfather did.
And look what happened to him.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. I don't know what to do.
I just don't know what to do.

First...

First you're gonna have a hot bath.
And then bed.

And I'm gonna stay here and
make sure nothing happens to you.

- That'll be fine.
- What is it, Millie?

That was a call from the gate.
Sergeant Zorelli is on his way up.

What? I gave orders
not to let him on the grounds.

Oh, I'm sorry.

The new guard
must have been confused

about him being a police officer.

- I'll call security and have him stop...
- No, it's all right. I'll handle it.

Get down here. Let me push.

Ready? Push. Push.

- I can't see a thing.
Got the flashlight?

What the hell are you doing here?

- You forgot to say hello.
- I said goodbye. Now, get out.

- I'm here on business.
- Police business?

- Official police business.
- Come on, Zorelli.

I'm not here to see you.

- Well, then...
- I'm here to see your father.

Wanna see my badge?

- See anything?
- Yeah. Yeah, it could be a tunnel.

What's that?

A skeleton.
- My God.

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