All language subtitles for Dynasty S06E23 The Trial - Part 1

Suite 32, please.

Hello, this is Alexis Colby.
Has she finished yet?

Good. Then schedule delivery
for 11:00 this morning.

Hello.

Mr. Creighton. Mm-hm.

La Mirage today.
Thank you. Bye-bye.

Oh, good, you're ready.

For what?

For the trial, of course, darling.
We don't want to be late.

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, you'll have to go without me.
I have other business.

Cassie,
you must cancel that business.

You told me you wanted
to make a new life here in Denver.

What better way to do it than
to be seen around with your sister,

who only wants the best for you?

I'm sorry, but-

The press will be there,
photographers.

I can't. I have another appointment.

Oh.

Well, that's too bad.

I'll miss you.

See you later.

Toodle-loo.

Mrs. Carrington?
Let's get a shot of them.

Where is your husband?

He'll be here. Excuse us.

How does his ex-wife, Alexis Colby,
fit into all of this?

You'll have to ask her.

Can we expect any surprises?

I have no comment.

When is Mrs. Colby arriving?

Steven. Steven Carrington?
This is for you. Have a nice day.

There's Ben,
Blake Carrington's brother.

Can we get a photograph, please?

Ben. What is this?

My guess, nephew,
is that it's a subpoena.

What's it for?

Whatever happened between you and
my father happened before I was born.

Where is your father, Steven?
Gonna come in the back way?

Yes, as a matter of fact, he is.

Figures.

Oh, Steven,
have you seen Krystle and Amanda?

Yeah, they went inside already.

Mrs. Davis. Dad,
I was just handed this subpoena.

What's that all about?
I'm not part of this.

They're just trying to confuse us.

It's an old trick
to throw us attorneys off stride.

Great, what am I supposed to say
on the stand?

Well, whatever they ask you,
just tell them the truth.

Your grandfather made his will on his
deathbed, in front of three witnesses.

Whatever they try,
they can't change the facts.

- We'd better get there in.
- Why don't you and Steven go ahead?

I want to talk to Adam for a minute.

- Yes, Father?
- Son.

For the past few months,
we've, uh, had our differences.

But I think we ought
to forget them now,

because whatever happens in there

could not only affect
Denver-Carrington,

it could affect all of us,
our whole family.

Father, you sound really concerned

about a case
that's all but tied up for us.

You said it yourself, grandfather's
will was drawn up and signed

in the presence of three witnesses.

You don't know my brother, I do.
He can be brutal.

He's tough and he's a fighter.

We're not just walking
into a courtroom,

we're walking into a war.

I've never run from a fight in my life.
I'm looking forward to this.

And, Father, believe me,
I do realise that at times like this,

the only important thing is the family.

Good.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

Jackie?

What are you doing here?

- What's wrong?
- My birth certificate, Mother.

- What about it?
- I sent for it.

Pere inconnu:
French for "father unknown."

You lied to me about my father.

Jackie, you don't understand.

Miss Deveraux,
you've been called to the stand.

Thank you.

Jackie, please, just go back
to the hotel, wait for me there.

I will explain everything to you.
I promise, please.

Miss Deveraux.

Laura Cox, your mother,
now deceased,

told you Ben Carrington was
responsible for his mother's death.

- Is that right?
- It is.

She would refer to Ben as
"the son who killed his mother."

And that's the reason...

...Tom Carrington
disowned his younger son?

Yes, it is.

Where do you suppose
your mother heard this story?

From Tom Carrington.

So Laura Cox, now deceased,

heard this story from Tom Carrington,
now deceased.

In other words, Miss Deveraux,
your whole testimony

comes from two people who
can't be called as witnesses, can they?

Mr. Crenshaw, my mother was one of
the most scrupulously honest women

I have ever known.

I have absolutely no reason
to doubt her word.

I would imagine you have no reason
to doubt Tom Carrington, either.

- Is that correct?
- That is correct.

After all, he was your father.

You must have been rather close,
weren't you?

Weren't you, Miss Deveraux?

Or isn't it a fact you never met
your father until the day of his death?

I met my father. I don't know that
it's important when I met my father.

Miss Deveraux, you'll please answer
the question as asked.

I met my father, Tom Carrington,
on the day that he died.

We spent his last moments together.

Well, they must have been
very touching.

This man of sound mind who,
in one afternoon,

accepts you as his daughter,
someone he's never seen before,

and then instructs you
to keep Ben Carrington,

another man you've never met before,
out of his will.

I don't care about the money.
I don't need the money.

Well, that's very generous.

But the fact remains
you got one-third of $500 million

because of a fairy tale told to you
on your mother's knee, isn't that true?

Mr. Crenshaw,
that was my father's last wish.

How fortunate for you.

That's all. Thank you, Miss Deveraux,
no further questions.

- Mr. Dexter. Hello.
- Hello, Lin.

Mrs. Colby was supposed
to leave some papers for me.

Ah, she did. They're upstairs.
I'll get them for you.

Thank you.

Call me a romantic.

In the Lord Byron,

Gable,

and Dexter tradition.

Ha-ha-ha. You're so modest.

Do you want

and do you need proof of that,
Alexis?

My God, Alexis.

Do you swear that the
testimony you give before this court

shall be the truth and nothing
but the truth, so help you God?

I do.
- State your name, please.

Benjamin Carrington.

I wonder what kept her.

It's called making an entrance.

Mr. Carrington, how long have
you been estranged from your family?

Since my mother died.

During that time,
did you have any contact

with your brother, Blake Carrington,
or your father, Tom Carrington?

No, I did not.

In fact, until a few weeks ago
you'd never met Dominique Deveraux,

who claims to know your life story.

- Is that correct?
- Yes.

The story that we've heard
is that your father disowned you

because he held you responsible
for your mother's death.

If that were true,
would you blame him?

Of course not.

Then how can you possibly feel
you deserve to share in his estate?

Because I did not kill my mother.

Well, if you didn't, who did?

It was my brother, Blake Carrington.

That's a lie. That's not true.

- He killed her.
- He's lying.

Mr. Carrington, instruct your client.

Father, please.

I will not tolerate any further outburst
in this court, is that clear?

Yes, Your Honour,
I apologise for my client.

Mr. Crenshaw, you may continue.

Now, Mr. Carrington, we've all heard
the story of your mother's death

as told to Miss Deveraux
by her mother,

as told to her by Tom Carrington,
who heard it from Blake Carrington.

That's, um, triple hearsay, at best.

At worst, a terrible lie
you've had to suffer with for years.

I think it's time we heard
from someone who was actually there.

What did happen, Mr. Carrington?

- Well, the day of the fire-
- Of your mother's death?

Yes.

There was an emergency
in the oil field.

Normally, my father, Blake and l
would have been in the field.

Well, was this a normal situation?

No. My father
was in New Orleans on business.

Leaving you and your brother
at home alone.

Did your father leave any instructions
before he went to New Orleans?

Yes. That my mother was not to be left
alone under any circumstances.

Her leg was broken.
She was bedridden.

And she was helpless?

Yes.

Well, what about the emergency
in the field?

Well, one of us had to get out there.

- One of you had to stay behind?
Of course.

But your mother was left alone,
wasn't she?

Yes, she was.

And when the fire broke out,
no one was there to save her.

Because the brother who'd been
left behind was in town, drunk.

And in bed, himself, with a woman.

While my mother burned to death.

Now, Mr. Carrington,
as sad as this story is,

it's just the same story
that's been told over the years, isn't it?

Except that it was Blake Carrington
in town, drunk.

He left her alone, and lied to my father
to protect himself.

You caused her death. Admit it, Ben.
He's lying, Your Honour.

Mr. Carrington, I warn you again,

I'll have order in this court,
or I'll be forced to have you removed.

Were you in the field,
Mr. Carrington?

Yes, I was.

Blake killed her, lied about it,
and made me pay for it.

No further questions.

Cross-examine?
- Thank you, Your Honour.

Mr. Carrington, why have you waited
so long to tell your story?

Because my father waited
so long to die.

Oh.

You were willing to suffer the tortures
of the damned until your father died.

And until you realised that you were
out $125 million, is that right?

I knew the truth
would come out sooner or later.

Oh, it will, believe me,
Mr. Carrington.

Now, when Tom Carrington returned
and discovered this tragedy,

didn't you tell him it was your brother,
Blake, who was responsible?

- Of course I did.
- Didn't he believe you?

No. No, he didn't.

A man is confronted
with his wife's horrible death.

One brother blames the other,

but the father chooses
to believe one over the other. Why?

They were...

They were very close.

You know that the only grounds
under which you can contest this will

is if you can prove
that Blake Carrington

exerted undue influence
over your father.

Influence which unjustly turned
your father against you.

Now,

isn't it a fact that for years,
not only you, but Blake as well,

had absolutely no contact whatsoever
with your father?

That's what he claims.

Well, we certainly have witnesses
to that effect, don't we?

Did you make any effort
to contact him?

He wouldn't see me.

When did he tell you that?

- Right after the fire?
- Yes.

After that, did you try
to call him, or visit him, or see him?

Did you ever once,
during all those long years,

ever try to tell him
your side of the story?

It wasn't until you found out about the
fortune that you stood to gain, right?

When I heard
about my father's death-

You also heard about his will.
Correct?

- Yes-
Thank you very much.

No further questions.

You're Hawkins, right?

- That's Mr. Hawkins, friend.
- I see.

You're the foreman
out at the pipeline site.

That right, uh, mister?

Yeah. But as far as you're concerned,
you better keep moving west.

- Oh, nothing available?
- Maybe, maybe not.

In your case,
I'd suggest the San Joaquin Valley.

They're looking
for lettuce pickers there.

Well, that's good.
That, uh- That's very good,

because you're gonna be looking
for a job, pal.

I'm the Dex, as in Lex-Dex.

According to this report,
you have some explaining to do.

I don't know what that report is
you got, Mr. Dexter-

Look, I'm missing pipe,
I'm missing equipment.

I've got overtime listed
for workers that don't exist.

This your doing, Hawkins?

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

Then I've got two reasons
for firing you.

Either you're responsible for this scam,
or, as my foreman,

you should know
what I'm talking about.

Eat your lunch, Hawkins.

Then go pick up your gear
and get off my property,

or I'll throw you off.

Caress, I predict at least one year
on the bestseller list.

I promised you a blockbuster,
and I delivered.

What you delivered was
your sister's head on a silver platter.

If you're worried about a lawsuit,
Carl, don't be.

Alexis has always been public property.
Just ask her husbands.

Well, here's to success.

A fortune for your publishing house,
serial and movie rights for me.

Uh-uh.

This is our moment
of triumph. Come on, a toast.

Later, my dear.

You said you'd get the presses rolling.
They won't roll without this.

Let me put this in the mail to New York
and I'll be right back.

All right.

Who said that sour grapes
can't be sweet?

- Joey?
- Yes?

Have you seen my daughter anywhere
in the last couple of hours?

- Jackie?
- Yes.

Uh, no, I haven't.
She might be out at the tennis courts.

No, no, I looked. She isn't there.

Mrs. Colby.

Yes, I have an appointment
with the manager, but I think I'm early.

- No, not at all, but I'll go look for him.
- Thank you.

Dominique, what a surprise.
Bored with the trial already?

I left the courtroom
for personal reasons, Alexis.

Personal, yes. Word has it these days
that his name is Garrett Boydston.

Garrett Boydston is none
of your damned business, Alexis.

- But, ahh, as you are here-
- Yes?

I'd like to tell you that I have dealt
with some low-down dirty fighters,

as low as they come,

but you've given them
a new filthy meaning.

Don't tell me that you're pouting

because I missed your performance
on the stand.

Well, the fact is, I've seen your act.

I thought you left because you realised
you had organised this sick sideshow.

I know what it is.

Somebody said something
to hurt your beloved Blake.

Is that it? What a pity.

Blake can take care of Blake.
And he will.

But for you and Ben to violate graves,
drag my parents into this-

I sat there while your lawyer demeaned
my last precious hours with my father.

Referring to the truth as a fairy tale
told to me on my mother's knee.

- for that, Alexis, I could kill you.

Then you'd be back on the stand
performing again, wouldn't you?

If the truth does hurt,
and it obviously does,

what do you expect me
to do about it?

Why, you dirty little-

Don't choke on the word, spit it out.

Or has the former nightclub queen

become too much of a lady
these days? Whichever.

All I know is there are only two kinds
of wonders in this world,

gutless and my kind.

Now, Mr. Franklin,

do you remember the day
of Ellen Carrington's death?

Oh, sure. Nice woman.
She was always nice to me.

A tragedy.

You worked for Tom Carrington
at that time, didn't you?

Oh, for years, sure.

Hard man.

- He was, uh, fair. He was always fair.
- I'm sure he was.

But the day in question,
the day of the fire, where were you?

In the field.

I mean, that was one hell of a day,
let me tell you.

We had this derrick
that almost collapsed.

Had a man stranded
20 feet up in the air.

Young Carrington went up there
and got him down.

And then the news of the fire
that killed-

Excuse me, Mr. Franklin.

There was a Carrington
in the field with you?

Well, yeah, sure.

He was the one that was getting
the fellow off the derrick

when we got news of the fire.

The young Carrington that was
in the field with you the day of the fire,

is he in this courtroom?

Well, yeah.
That's what this is all about, isn't it?

Very carefully, Mr. Franklin,

would you point to that man?

It was him. Ben Carrington.

Order.

Alexis, what are you doing here?

You see how close we are?

I was going to ask you
exactly the same thing.

Well, um, an old friend of mine,
haven't seen her in ages-

Yes, and you're celebrating.
How exciting.

Where is she? I'd love to meet her.

She... She, um...

Alexis, what are you doing here?

Well, actually,
court is in recess for lunch

and I've come to ask you
for your autograph.

Congratulations.

Sister Dearest
is a wonderful piece of fiction.

You mean you've read it?

Well, of course I've read it.
It doesn't take very long.

It's like a comic book
without the pictures.

Sign it, will you?

It's going to be very valuable one day
as a rare manuscript.

Rare? It's going to be a bestseller.

A book has to be published
to be a bestseller, Cassie.

It is being published, Alexis, and
there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Haven't you heard?
I bought the publishing house,

and as of now,
I own the rights to this piece of filth.

I also control its fate.

It's not really worth burning
but what else does one do with trash?

I'll see you dead for this, Alexis.

If you're going to threaten me,

I suggest that you call me when
you can stand on your own two feet.

You've got my number,
and I've certainly got yours.

Please state your full name.

Claudia Blaisdel Carrington.

You've known the defendant

for quite some time, haven't you?

Yes, I have. Several years.

In fact, your late husband,
Matthew Blaisdel,

was a competitor of his, wasn't he?

Well, I wouldn't exactly say
competitor.

What do you mean by that?

It's rather hard to compete with a man
as powerful as Blake Carrington.

The fact remains that Matthew Blaisdel

and Walter Lankershim, his partner,
did compete.

Yes.

What was the result
of that competition?

They lost.

After Blake Carrington destroyed
Matthew Blaisdel-

Objection. Leading the witness.

Sustained.

Let me reword this.

After your late husband lost everything
to Denver-Carrington,

you suffered a nervous breakdown,
didn't you?

Yes, I did, but Blake saw
that I was taken care of.

He could be very kind
and very generous

to people that upheld his standards.

"His standards."

I see.

Isn't it true, that for a time,
you were the manager of La Mirage?

Yes, it's true.

- Are you now?
- No, I'm not.

I don't know why, but I was replaced.

In other words, Blake Carrington
offered you the position

and then took it away without cause.
Is that correct?

Yes, I suppose so.

I think it's the same thing
that happened with the oil well.

With my inheritance.

Oil well?

You inherited an oil well?

From Walter Lankershim.
He left it to me in his will.

I see.
Well, that must have delighted you.

Yes, it did. It was my one chance
to really break away.

To be independent.

- What happened?
- Walter needed some money,

and so he went to the one person
that could help.

- Blake Carrington?
- Yes.

And then Walter
couldn't pay back the loan.

He put the well up as collateral.

And when he couldn't pay the loan,
the well went to Denver-Carrington.

Now, I offered to pay back that loan
and make good on it.

That well really should be mine.

Surely you told Blake Carrington this.
What was his response?

Well, he said that, uh...

He said there was nothing
that he could do.

That the well just belonged
to Denver-Carrington.

Mrs. Carrington,

what did you do to turn
so powerful a man against you?

Was there something?

I married his son Adam.

And in return?

And in return, he lied to me

and he took away my one chance
to be independent.

Thank you.

- What are you doing?
- I've got to cross-examine her, Father.

No. No, I will not dignify
those accusations with answers.

Father, not to cross-examine her
could be very, very damaging.

You heard what I said, Adam. No.

No questions, Your Honour.

Very well.

This court is in recess.

Claudia.

How could you do that? How could you
say those things about Blake?

He twisted my words, Krystle.

I was in that courtroom,
I didn't hear anyone twist your words.

I didn't wanna testify.

Well, it didn't sound that way.

Are you so desperate

that you'd turn against the man
who's helped you the most?

Maybe the price for his help
is just too high.

What price, Claudia? Loyalty? Love?

Or is it your damned oil well?

I listened to your words in there,
and all I could hear was greed.

How could you turn against Blake
like that?

How can you expect me to defend
a man who would kill his own mother?

We've only got half an hour left
in this recess.

Sure you don't wanna
get something to eat?

I'm really not very hungry, Steven.

Where you going, Ben?

To wait until you're out of here,
Blake.

What's the matter?
Don't you have the stomach

to face up
to what you've been doing?

Anything we have to say to or about
one another, we say in there.

Well, whatever I have to say,
I'm gonna say here and right now.

- That man Franklin-
- Well, what about him?

At first, I didn't remember him.

Then when he began giving
that trumped-up testimony

about me on the day that Mama died,
I did remember him.

Especially on that day,

because that was the day
that one of our riggers was injured.

And Franklin and I had to climb up
on a derrick to get him down.

And he and I did.
We pulled him down. Together.

Good story, Blake.

Too bad for you that Franklin
remembers things differently.

How much did it cost you? How much
did you have to pay him to lie?

An interesting question
coming from you.

But a natural question, right?
I mean, isn't that the way you built up

your glorious and almighty empire
over the years?

By paying off people
when all else failed.

Dad, don't.

You already washed your hands.
Don't dirty them on him.

- Hello.
- Where the hell have you been?

What do you mean,
where have I been?

I had important things to attend to.

Is anything more important
than what's going on here?

I was there for a while
and then I had to leave.

You see,
I'm not into spectator sports

and sitting around has never
won anybody a $125 million.

By the way, I know you've been living
in the Australian outback for years,

but whatever happened
to your backbone in that time?

What's that supposed to mean?

That means
that if they call you back to the stand,

you'd better be stronger, Ben.

I saw you in action this morning
and you were weak, to say the least.

This is no time to falter.

We are fighting a battle
that could change your life.

So take a lesson from an expert, me,
and give them hell.

Blake Carrington took you to court

in a custody battle
over your own son, didn't he?

- Yes, but-
- Please just answer my question.

Why did he take you to court?

He disapproved of my lifestyle.

Blake Carrington disapproved?

So he tried to take your son away?

We came to terms.

Well, that was convenient.

But that wasn't the first time you
and your father met in court, was it?

The Ted Dinard case.

He was your lover, wasn't he?

- Wasn't he?
- We had a relationship, yes.

But that was a long time ago,
and whatever happened-

That's the point I'm trying to get to,
Mr. Carrington. What happened?

Why don't you tell the court,
so they can all hear,

what happened to Ted Dinard?

There was an accident.

An accident?

Ted Dinard died, didn't he?

At the hands of your father,
Blake Carrington.

This accident resulted
in your lover's death.

Objection, Your Honour.
Counsel is badgering the witness.

Counsel, simply ask the question.

If I remember, Mr. Carrington,

there was an argument at the time.
What was that about?

My father wanted me
to stop seeing Ted.

Your lover died after being physically
attacked by Blake Carrington.

- lsn't that true?
- I forgave my father a long time ago.

Your father disapproved
of your love for another man.

That man died.
Your father went to trial for that.

You testified at that trial against him,
didn't you?

- A simple yes or no, please.
There's nothing simple-

You testified against him. Yes or no?

- Yes.
- What was the outcome of that trial?

- My father was found guilty.
- I beg your pardon?

My father was found guilty.

- Guilty of what?
- Voluntary manslaughter.

Voluntary manslaughter.

No further questions.

Plaintiff rests.

You may step down.

Dad, I'm sorry,
there was nothing I could do.

The Plaintiff has now rested his case.
You may present your first witness.

Are you ready, Father?

You're damn right I am.

We've heard several
bizarre stories here today

all asserting
not only that you are responsible

for Ellen Carrington's death,
but also that you lied about it,

and that you turned your father
against his younger son.

Now, Mr. Carrington,

would you please tell us the truth?

My father was in New Orleans,
on business.

My brother Ben and l
were to take care of my mother,

who had broken her leg,
and was bedridden.

There was an emergency phone call
from the field,

as Mr. Franklin has stated.

That meant that one of us had
to go out and handle that emergency

while the other one stayed at home
with my mother.

- Who stayed behind?
- My brother Ben.

I went out into the field.

- And what happened?
- He left her alone. Helpless.

At the time of the fire,
he was getting drunk in town,

crawling between the sheets
with a local-

- Objection, Your Honour.
Overruled.

My mother was left alone to die.

In bringing this action,

Ben Carrington claims that you exerted
undue influence over your father,

resulting in his being disowned
by his father.

Did you ever exert
such undue influence?

I didn't have to. Ben, all on his own,
turned my father against him.

At any time at all, were you the cause
of Ben Carrington's exclusion

from your father's life,
or from his will?

No.

My father disowned Ben years ago.

The day my mother died,
he never forgave him.

That went all through his life,
to the moment of his death.

And at the time of his death,
was Tom Carrington of sound mind?

Yes, absolutely.

No one influenced my father.
He was his own man.

I thank you.

Mr. Crenshaw,
do you wish to cross-examine?

I certainly would, Your Honour.

So you know
what Tom Carrington was thinking.

Is that correct?

When it comes to Ben, yes.

I see.
You must have been very close.

By the way, did you call him "Dad"
or "Father" or "Tom"?

- Tom.
- Was that always the case?

- Mr. Carrington?
- No, it wasn't.

Isn't it a fact that this man
to whom you were so close

you knew what he was thinking,

that you and this man
had been estranged for years?

We had had some disagreements.

It certainly seems that way.

And yet, you claim to know the
inner-most thoughts of a dying man

you hadn't spoken to for years.

Would you, Mr. Carrington,
explain to the court

why you wanted to keep your father's
death a secret from your brother?

I sent my lawyers to search for him.
They looked all over for him.

Sir, you went halfway around the world
to find your son, Steven,

when everyone told you
he was dead.

You found him.

Seems to me you're a man who
could find anyone if you wanted to.

I have spent years
trying to forget Ben Carrington.

I've never forgiven him,
and I never will.

As far as I'm concerned, the day
my mother died, my brother died.

And that day, you became
Tom Carrington's only son,

and heir to his estate.

Thank you.

That's all.

Mr. Crenshaw, do you have any
rebuttal evidence you wish to put on?

Yes, Your Honour,
I'd like to call to the stand Alexis Colby.

Hawkins, get out of my way.

What if I like it here?

I ain't in the mood for this.

I'm sorry.

For what? That I'm a woman?

Yes. No, no, I mean-

Look, I usually don't go around
shoving people,

it's just been
a rough couple of weeks.

For you,
or for the people you shove around?

- Excuse me, Miss...?
- Jennifer.

Just plain Jennifer, Mr. Dexter.

I work for you.

Well, in that case,
let me buy you a drink.

- And it's just Dex.
- Okay.

- Beer?
- Yeah, fine.

Two beers. Whatever you got on tap.

I've been out at the site
a million times.

I think it's funny
that I haven't run into you.

That's good. You put in long hours.

Yeah, come on.

Get him!

Get him!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. I just got bruised is all.

You know, um,
I can take care of that for you.

Well, thanks, but, uh, I'll pass.

I think I need to stay away
from beautiful women for a while.

Mrs. Colby, if I'm not mistaken
you were in the courtroom earlier

when Ben Carrington testified,
isn't that right?

- Yes.
- Was he telling the truth

in regard to the circumstances
around his mother's death?

Yes, he was. The absolute truth.

"The absolute truth."

Would you tell the court who was out
in the field at the time in question?

It was Ben Carrington.

Would you repeat that,
please? A little louder.

Certainly.

Ben Carrington
was out working in the oil field

while his brother Blake was in town,
drunk, seducing a young girl.

Mrs. Colby,
how could you possibly know that?

Because I was the girl he seduced.

- Order.
Your testimony is that

while Blake Carrington's mother
perished in that tragic fire,

he was in bed with you?

Yes.

We were engaged
and Blake was extremely ardent.

I was very young
and, uh, very innocent

and I was so much in love with him
that I would have done anything.

I would have lied for him, anything.

Why did you keep this a secret
until now?

Because I was completely
under Blake's spell.

He told me
that if I kept quiet about this

and let Ben take the blame
for their mother's death,

that he would not back out
of our marriage.

Your Honour, she's lying. I demand
that this case be thrown out of court.

I will have order in this court.

Perhaps I was foolish,
but I was so young and so in love.

And Blake always knew how to get
exactly what he wanted from me.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Your Honour,
may we have a moment, please?

All right, Mr. Carrington. A moment.

Thank you.

Father,
I must not cross-examine Mother.

I couldn't be as tough
as I'd have to be.

You mean you want Mrs. Davis
to handle this interrogation?

If you're willing.
We've already talked about it.

Fine. Just be as tough
as you know how to be.

Apparently, a lot of men have known
how to get what they want from you.

I beg your pardon?

Mrs. Colby-
Oh, excuse me, is it Mrs. Dexter?

Colby.

Ah, yes. You're recently divorced.

That makes you Mrs. Colby again.

That would be Mrs. Cecil Colby,

your second husband after
your first husband, Blake Carrington,

but before your third husband,
Mr. Dexter.

I don't quite understand
the point of these questions.

I'm curious,
Mrs. Carrington-Colby-Dexter-Colby,

as to why you would fabricate
this story. What's in it for you?

Nothing. I am telling the truth.

Blake Carrington is a vindictive tyrant

who has lied and terrorized people
all his life.

A vindictive tyrant?
You know this for a fact?

Oh, yes, I was married to the man
for seven years.

Well, you were married
to several men, Mrs. Colby.

Uh, were they all vindictive tyrants?

My second husband died, Ms. Davis.

Yes, Mrs. Colby, and in your arms.
Just like a black widow.

Objection, Your Honour.

Sustained.

Let's talk about Ben Carrington,
shall we?

Didn't you recently fly to Australia?

And wasn't your purpose to find Ben
without telling his brother, Blake?

I don't have any obligation to tell
Blake Carrington anything that I do.

And I felt that Ben had a right
to know about his inheritance.

Of course he does,
but that's not the question here.

The question here is
why you had to be the messenger.

Was it to protect
Ben Carrington's interests?

A man you haven't seen
or talked to in years?

Or to wreak vengeance
on Blake Carrington

whom, just two weeks ago,
you approached for a reconciliation?

That is not true.

Didn't you find Ben
and bring him here

for no other reason
than to strike back at Blake Carrington

for once again rejecting
your rather amorous advances?

- No.
- What are we supposed to believe?

Your claim
that when you were a young girl,

Blake Carrington
took advantage of you

and you have kept this terrible secret

Iocked in your tender bosom
for these years and years,

and just now
are feeling the guilt about it?

Everything that I have said is true.

Ellen Carrington burned to death
in her bed,

while her son Blake Carrington
was in another bed, mine.

Order.

No further questions, Your Honour.

This court is in recess until Tuesday,
at a time to be announced,

when I'll deliver my decision.

All rise.