All language subtitles for THE COLBYS #2.01 The Gathering Storm.eng

Well, it appears
you won't be flying off

with my husband after all.

I suppose you'll be wanting a
ride back into town in my car.

No thank you. I'd rather walk.

Of course. It's more
your style, isn't it?

Walking the streets.

You deserve a bruise for that.

Luckily, somebody has
saved me the trouble.

Somebody?

You'll never convince
me it was Jason.

I don't have to
convince you of anything.

I've already
convinced the police.

You ought to be
in show business.

That's quite the
spectacle you put on.

Yes. I have a flair.

Five squad cars? Who were
you supposed to be arresting?

Dillinger?

Attempted murder and assault
with intent to commit murder.

Those are pretty
serious charges.

You'll have one hell of a
time making them stick.

You know, it's amazing
how the rich live.

Your wife's prancing around
half-naked on another man's yacht.

You're flying off on your
private jet with her sister.

Trouble with you people,
you've got too many toys.

You think the whole
world is your playground.

- You never...
- What did you do

to get her to press
those charges?

May I remind you, Colby, that you're
assaulting an officer of the court?

You tried to shoot your
wife and then beat up on her

and you're asking me what I
did to get her to press charges?

You know,

if I weren't afraid
you'd use it as defense,

I'd say you were crazy.

You're safe now.

Are you all right?

Is anything... anything broken?

I... I don't think so.

Wh... what happened?

Lady, you don't know
how lucky you were.

Oh, my God.

Here you are, Mr. Colby.

You read my mind, Eddy.

Hey, look who's here.

Miles.

You want to tell
him our good news?

Please, not now.

Well, he's gonna find
out sooner or later.

Can we just make tonight ours?

Look, I know what you're
doing and I understand that.

But we're all part of
the same family now,

and Miles accepts that.

So why don't we
include him in our lives,

not shut him out?

Huh?

Come on.

Miles.

Well, well. Small world.

What brings you
the two of you here?

Well, actually, we're
here to celebrate.

What did I forget?
Somebody's birthday?

Do you want to
tell him, or can I?

You're going to be
an uncle again, Miles.

- No kidding.
- Yeah.

The doctor confirmed
it this afternoon.

Congratulations.

You guys sure
didn't waste any time.

Oh, come on, why don't
you help us celebrate?

Join us for dinner.

Well, I'd like to.

But I've got this date.

Another night?

I'm gonna hold you to that.

You do that.

See you later.

Hey, Eddy.

Uh, send a bottle of
your best champagne

over to my brother's table.

And, uh, put it on my tab.

Sure thing, Mr. Colby.

Hold it, please!

Seven, please.

Lucky seven. Comin' up.

Why are we stopping?

- I guess we're stuck.
- Stuck?

It's, uh... it's probably
a power cut. It, uh...

should be okay in a moment.

- You scared?
- Me?

I like living dangerously.

That makes two of us.

So where are you from?

- New York.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, originally from Virginia.

On vacation?

Business.

How long you here for?

Depends.

Depends on what?

On how long we're stuck
up here for one thing.

Heights always
give me an appetite.

- How about dinner?
- Sorry, I'm busy.

What about later, when
you're not so busy? Room 702.

How did you know my room number?

Look, don't get any ideas

because I said I like
living dangerously.

I was just trying
to be friendly.

I mean, we could be
stuck up here all night.

Not if you give
that little red button

another bump with your elbow.

Nice try.

It usually works.

So what's your name?

Just think of me as... Miss 702.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you,
too, Mr. Miles Colby.

You're not eating.

Are you still upset
about running into Miles?

Do we have to talk about Miles?

Something is bothering you.

You're not afraid that...

something's going to go wrong.

I mean, with the baby,

like it did with L.B., because
that was an accident.

This time it's going to
be perfect, I promise.

- Please, stop!
- Fallon.

Did it ever occur to you that I
just might not be feeling well?

Miles: You love me!
You said you loved me!

Please don't do this! Miles!

Ahh!

I need you, Randal, I need you!

Hello? This is Fallon Colby.

I'd like to see
Dr. Waverly tomorrow.

Yes.

Ah, tell her I know
I saw her today

but I'd like to see her
again, and it can't wait.

I must see here as
soon as possible.

Garret, I don't... darling.

How did you ever...?

I went to see
Moretti. I begged him.

You shouldn't have done that.

I would've done
anything to see you.

Just the thought of you here...

I was worried about how
you were taking all this.

Jason, what's going to happen?

Never mind.

Right now, all I
care about is you.

Us.

Let 'em do their worst.

They can't keep us apart now.

Not Moretti, not even Sable.

They'll never keep us apart.

Get up.

What?

Why the hell should you
be the only one in this house

able to sleep?

What on earth are
you talking about?

You lying there, sleeping,
while Rome burns.

Well, that was Nero,
darling, and he was fiddling.

You're pretty good at
fiddling with everyone's lives.

First Conny's and then
Jeff's and now Jason's.

Well, this is where it stops.

I wasn't running off with
your husband, Frankie.

You were running off with mine.

If anyone's on
the fiddle, it's you.

Before this goes nay further,
you're going to call Moretti

and you're going
to take it all back.

You're going to tell the world
it was all a terrible mistake.

You can't alter facts,

and the fact is
he tried to kill me.

You're lying and I'm
going to make you admit it

if I have to wring
it out of you.

You'll never get him.

I've already got him.

Thanks to you.

I see.

Then all you have to
do is to keep him, isn't it?

Mr. Colby, you're charged
with attempted murder

and assault with
attempt to commit murder.

How do you plead?

Absolutely, unequivocally
not guilty, Your Honor.

Bail is set at the
amount of $25,000.

Prosecution objects, Your Honor.
We recommended a higher bail.

Your grounds, Mr. Moretti?

Safety of Mrs.
Colby, Your Honor.

The court has no
guarantee that the accused

won't continue
to intimidate her.

Your Honor, may I speak?

Please do, Mr. Boydston.

The court has no
evidence that Mr. Colby

has in fact committed a crime.

At this point, these are only
unsubstantiated charges.

Mr. Colby has no previous
record of violet behavior,

and considering his
position in the community,

there's no reason to
believe that granting him bail

will be of any risk.

Mr. Moretti, has Mrs.
Colby registered any fears

about her continued safety?

Well, no, Your
Honor, not formally.

- Then bail is granted.
- Moretti: I object, Your Honor.

Objection noted.
Court's adjourned.

It's on the record now, Colby.

I'd be very careful how I dealt
with Mrs. Colby from now on,

- if I were you.
- She's lying, Mr. Moretti,

and I think you know it.

Of course, you know
your wife better than I do,

but I find her very persuasive.

I think a jury will, too.

I think he may be right, pal.

He'll show the jury
photographs of those bruises

and they'll believe
every word she says.

God knows what that might be.

Which, uh, reminds me.

How did she get those bruises?

- I mean, she couldn't have...
- Done it herself.

Right now, I wouldn't
put anything past her.

My God, how could I have
ever loved that woman?

Good morning.

How as the shower?
You feeling better?

Thanks.

I think I'll be fine.

I'm so sorry to put you out.

I hope the couch
wasn't too uncomfortable.

I could sleep on a log.

Look, about that phone call
you didn't want to make last night,

isn't it time to let, uh...

uh, whoever know you're okay?

- Let whoever
know what I've done.
- Ranger: Yeah.

Yes, I guess so.

Help yourself.
There's the phone.

Excuse me, I've got some
flapjacks on the griddle.

Hello?

Monica, where are you?
We've been trying to reach you.

Miles, I've had some trouble.

Don't say anything
to anyone, just...

just come and get me, okay?

What happened? Where are you?

In the hills.

Someplace outside
Running Springs, I think.

You think?

I'll get you the directions.

Can you come right away?

Well, look, uh, Monica,

things are really kinda
crazy around here.

Dad's expecting me downtown.

Miles, I crashed my plane.

I'm okay, but...
Please, I... I need you.

How do I get there?

Fallon, I still don't understand
what the problem is.

What difference
can it possibly make

whether you're five weeks
or eight weeks pregnant?

Because if I'm eight
weeks pregnant,

I can't be sure
who the father is.

- I see.
- No, it's not what you think.

You see, I slept with
my present husband

within a week or so
of getting an annulment

from my previous husband.

Well, if you slept with
both of them within the last,

say... nine weeks.

There's got to be a way
to find out who's the father.

- I've, I've got to know.
- Just relax now.

There's a new test.

It's called HLA... Human
Leukocyte Antigen.

It's tissue typing

and it's almost foolproof.

And it would definitely
tell us who the father is.

No.

It will definitely who tell
you who the father isn't.

Well, thank God.
How soon can we do it.

Well, as soon as
the baby's born.

But that's not for
another seven months!

Well, actually...

we can perform the
test on an unborn child...

through the means
of amniocentesis.

Now? Right away?

Fallon, under normal
circumstances,

amniocentesis is a
relatively safe procedure,

to be used in certain
problems with pregnancies.

But in your case,

I just... I just can't
recommend it.

Why not?

With your past medical history,

premature delivery
with complications,

I just think the risk of a
miscarriage is too great.

Now I can be
wrong, but in the end,

the decision really
has to be yours.

Frankie: Jason.

Thank God you're home.

Where is she?

Uh, Sable, she
hasn't come down yet.

No, Jason. Not while
you're this upset.

I want to talk to her. Now.

I tried to talk to
her this morning.

I only made matters worse.

How could they
possibly be worse?

Please wait.

I've been waiting
all night, in jail.

Jason.

Frankie, stay out of this.

This is between Sable and me.

You really think you're
going to get away with this?

I didn't hear you knock.

I asked you a question.

Get away with what?

This insane lie.

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

And let go of me, please.
You know how easily I bruise.

And you know I never laid
a hand on you that night,

let alone tried to shoot you.

Then why did you
come to Zach's yacht?

To settle the score with him
for setting up Jeff and Miles!

Oh, do you really think
a jury will believe that?

Especially when
they hear the tape

that got you so fired up?

People aren't stupid, you know.

How could I possibly
know you were on board?

My God, the gun
wasn't even mine.

It was in your hand.

That's what matters.

Sable, stop this.

Stop it now.

Why should I?

For our children.

Do you really want
them to live with this

the rest of their lives?

You want me to lie...

for the sake of the children.

Whatever you want to call it,

just... stop it.

Yes.

Yes, I could do that.

On one condition.

That you stop this
nonsense about divorcing me

and marrying Frankie.

Look, I know that you
think that you love her,

but in time that will fade,

and things will be the
way that they were before,

before she came
back into our lives.

Well... almost
the way they were.

Let me say this one more time.

I don't love you.

I love Frankie.

I intend to marry her.

You can't change that.

Nothing can change it.

Then you can rot in jail.

- Oh, Miles.
- It's okay.

Big brother's here now.

Thank you for
getting here so fast.

Yeah, my turn to come
to the rescue for a change.

Usually it's me going
off the deep end.

Well, so what happened?

Neil?

He's gone back to his wife.

I found out the hard way.

Oh, I'm sorry, sis.

Oh, Miles, I just wanted
to get in my plane

and fly to the end of the line,

as far away from
everything as I could get.

Yeah, I've been there myself.

Oh... Daddy's gonna
kill me when he finds out

what I've done to that plane.

When he finds out you're
okay, he won't even care,

believe me.

Arthur, I'm sorry I
didn't consult you earlier,

but, well, there
really wasn't time.

The point is I've
got to see you.

Yes, as soon as possible.

Well, I'm in court this morning.

Uh, how about
this afternoon, say...

about 3:00?

3:00 is fine.

Come in. I'll see you there.

Oh, Bliss, darling.

Why do I have to read about what
happens to my family in the newspapers?

Why didn't you
tell me about this?

I'm sorry.

But it isn't exactly the easiest
thing to tell your children,

that their father, well...

you read the paper.

Do you really
expect me to believe

that Daddy did
these terrible things?

Bliss, I know this must
be very painful for you...

Daddy is a kind,
gentle, decent man.

You're making him
sound like a monster.

Well, you mustn't think that.

It's just that...

sometimes people
do things that...

they regret.

I don't think
Daddy did anything.

I think you're doing
this to hurt him.

You've invented the whole thing.

Bliss, darling, I
love you dearly,

but this is between
your father and me.

What about the rest
of us? Don't we count?

I can't believe that
this is my mother.

You always claim that you
love your family about everything,

that you still love Daddy
in spite of everything.

How can you do
a thing like this?

There are some
things one can't forgive.

I'll tell you what
I can't forgive.

Lies.

If I find out you're
lying to me, mother,

I swear, I'll never forgive you.

Oh, Bliss...

Who?

Some woman from "Modern Design."

Oh, my God, I've totally
forgotten about her.

Polly, I can't possibly
see her today.

Well, yes, I know, I agreed.

And I do want them
to do a feature on us,

but it just couldn't have come
at a worse possible moment.

You'll just have
to get rid of her...

See if she can do it next week.

- I want to talk to you.
- Can it wait, Miles?

I'm already late for my
appointment with my lawyer.

This charge you
brought against Dad...

it can't be true.

What, that he shot me?

Do you want to see the scar?

That he beat you, mother.

You think I did this to myself?

Answer the question.

Is it true?

Are you calling your
own mother a liar?

I'm not judging you, mother.

But you were
willing to lie for me.

- Mm-hmm?
- Remember, under oath?

You're my son.
You were in trouble.

And this is your marriage,

and it's in trouble.

That's right.

And I'm doing
everything in my power

to salvage it.

Salvage it?

By threatening Dad with jail?

You can't force
him to stay with you

any more than I can force
Fallon to stay with me.

You must see that.

You're a bright,
intelligent woman.

You know it can't work.

Yes, I, I do know.

Then stop all this
before it's too late.

Let him go.

Oh, God help me.

I can't.

I'm trying to help you, Sable,

but I've got to know how
you want me to proceed.

I don't understand.

I'm the injured party,

and no one seems
to be on my side.

Even my own children have
turned their backs on me.

I feel... utterly abandoned.

Are you sure it's worth

going through with this?

Worth?

He has tossed me
aside for my own sister.

He has humiliated me publicly.

What do you think?

If I'm gonna prosecute this,
I'm going to need the facts.

You said you had a
violent quarrel and then

Jason struck you and

threw you down the stairs?

Yes.

I lost my footing.

- Any witnesses?
- Unfortunately, no.

The servants didn't
find me lying there

till after Jason had left.

Then it's your word against his.

What about the
shooting on the yacht?

Presumably Mr. Powers
witnessed that.

Yes! It was his gun.

Jason seized it from
him and shot me.

You mean in a
fit of jealous rage?

I've never seen him so angry.

That's not quite the story
Powers gave to the police.

Zach was only trying to
protect me, my reputation,

by saying it was an accident.

Well, then it looks
like everything rests

with Zach Powers,

but withholding evidence
is a very serious matter.

Are you sure he's...

willing to change his story?

I think he's the one person left

I can count on.

Because, you know, without him,

you'll never make
this charge stick.

You could lose
everything, Sable.

Jason. The divorce settlement.

The lot.

Oh.

I've tried to talk
to her, Daddy,

but she won't listen.

How can she do this
to you? To all of us?

You mustn't judge
her too harshly, rabbit.

Your mother...

thinks her world's
falling apart.

She's just trying
to hold it together.

Do you have to go
through with this divorce?

That's why she's doing
this. Can't you stop it?

I'm afraid it's gone too far.

Please, understand that.

But you love her, Daddy.

- Sweetheart...
- I know you do!

When she was shot, I
saw how upset you were

when you thought she might die.

Bliss, you can stop
loving someone.

That doesn't mean
you stop caring.

Your mother and I
have a lifetime together

with you and your
brother, your sister...

it's part of us.

It always will be, but...

it's not like that now. It...

it can't be. Not anymore.

It's Francesca isn't it?

You're breaking up
this family for her.

I'm not breaking
up the family, honey.

I'm trying to hold it
together as best I know how.

With Francesca
in mother's place?

I'm sorry, rabbit.

I love her.

If that's wrong,
I'm... I'm guilty.

I don't see it that way.

God help me.

Oh, Daddy.

Why can't we be happy
again? Like we used to be.

Shh.

You shouldn't have come here.

You might have been seen.

Suddenly you've
developed scruples?

Well, I only meant, uh,

under the circumstances...

I don't give a damn anymore.

Let the world know how
we feel about each other.

Oh, I like the sound of that.

You've certainly
changed your tune.

I've suddenly
realized you were right.

He doesn't deserve me.

I've been a fool.

So you're going to punish him.

We're going to punish him.

That's what you've
always wanted, isn't it?

To make Jason Colby suffer?

I must admit, it has
a certain appeal.

Well...

all you have to do is
back me up in court.

Another favor?

You'll really owe me.

And your credit is, um,

stretched pretty thin as it is.

Well, that's why I'm here.

To settle our account.

Once and for all.

No.

Not the body.

Not yet.

First, I want your soul.

My soul?

The wedding ring.

Take it off.

Now.

Now you're mine.

Oh, Henderson.
Monica's not feeling well.

Will you have Enid send
her dinner up to her house?

- Certainly, Mr. Miles.
- Thank you.

Excuse me, sir,

there's a woman from a
magazine in the living room.

A reporter? How
did she get in here?

She was rather persistent, sir.

Well, I'll take care of it.

Yes, may I help you?

What do you know?

Room 702.

You.

What on earth are
you doing here?

Yu know what I'm doing here.

And I know what
you're doing here.

Oh, is that so?

I suppose it was
just a coincidence

our sharing an
elevator last night.

- What would you call it?
- Save it, honey.

Reporters aren't
welcome in this house.

There's the door.
Make it a fast exit.

Reporter?

I'm an editor of
"Modern Design,"

one of the most prestigious
magazines in America.

I don't care if you're
Helen Gurley Brown.

Out.

Listen, you elevator Casanova,

I don't know who you
are or what is eating you,

but I have come all
the way from New York

for a meeting with Sable
Colby, and I intend to see her.

Wait.

You have an appointment
with my mother?

Specifically setup
for me by my uncle,

Lucas Carter himself.

Carter Publications,
the big-time publisher?

At last. A glimmer
of intelligence.

It just so happens that...

Your mother?

Did you say that Sable
Colby is your mother?

Miles Colby.

It, uh, looks like we
got our wires crossed.

Channing Carter.

God, I had no idea.
I'm embarrassed.

Please.

Thank you.

Ah, no, it's my fault entirely.

I, uh...

I shouldn't jump to
conclusions, huh?

So how can I help you?

Your mother has agreed to let
us feature the Colby Collection

and this fabulous mansion
in the upcoming issue.

Only now that I'm here,

everyone seems to be
giving me the runaround.

Well, I'm afraid you've come
at a bad time, Miss Carter.

In fact, it couldn't be worse.

Maybe in a week or two.

A week or two?

I have a deadline.

I can't just hang around
L.A. spinning my wheels.

I can't say I'd mind that.

Thanks.

But seriously. I can't
go back empty-handed.

You don't know my Uncle Lucas.

Well, look, maybe we
can put our heads together,

say over dinner,

and, uh, see what
we can come up with.

Over dinner?

That is if you're
not too busy again.

Just so happens I have
all the time in the world.

See, I had this appointment

but somebody stood me up.

Well, I know a nice, quiet
place with a great view

and this time, I promise you,

the elevator won't get
stuck between floors.

Do I look worried?

There.

What do you think?

Very romantic.

Am I being a fool,

considering everything
that's going on?

A fool in love,
how can you lose?

Who would have
guessed that this is how

everything would turn out?

I was so sure the past
was buried and behind me.

I've always wondered.

Do you mind if I ask
you a personal question?

I'd mind if you didn't.

How did you feel
when you found out

that Jason was Jeff's
real father and not Phillip?

Numb...

like I'd spent a
lifetime living a lie.

If you'd known right away,

I mean, whose child it was,

would you have
told Phillip the truth,

or Jason?

Or would you just...

just kept it to yourself?

I've thought about that a lot.

I'd have told Phillip.

He was my husband.
He had a right to know.

And Jason?

If I'd listened to my heart,
I would have guessed

that Jeff was Jason's son.

I think we know those things.

What would you've
done differently?

I'd have been open, honest.

Instead I spent half of
my life in the shadows

and hurt a lot of people.

Believe me. It wasn't worth it.

But we're not talking
about me, are we?

This is about you and Jeff.

I'd rather not talk about it.

Not yet.

Thanks, though,
for being so honest.

Hello?

Hi, Fallon.

I was just going to call you.

What time will you be home?

I've got to talk
to you right away.

Is there anything wrong?

L.B.'s all right, isn't he?

No, no, it's nothing like that.

I just have to see
you. It's important.

Well, I'm having
dinner with the chairman

of the San Miguel Harbor
commission this evening.

We're going to try to
get that injunction lifted.

It's going to be late.
Can it wait till tomorrow?

No.

I want you to wake me
no matter how late it is.

You promise?

Well, sure, if it's
that important.

Jeff... I love you.

I love you, too.

Damn it, Garret, I
don't care what it takes.

You've got to get her
to drop those charges!

- I want her off my back!
- Easier said than done, Jason.

With Zach behind her,
it's going to take a miracle.

Then work a miracle, counselor.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I've got a date with a lady.

Take your jacket off

and bring it over by the fire.

Been a long time since
anyone's taken care of like this.

What did Garrett say?

Is she going to
drop the charges?

He says it would take a miracle.

Well, I can't work miracles,

but I can love you.

That's miracle enough for me.

We've waited 29 years for this.

You scared?

My Sabella afraid
of a mere storm?

No.

To be honest, usually I
am terrified of lightning...

but here with you,
I feel perfectly safe.

Oh, mi amor.

We'll get our stories straight

with Arthur Cates first
thing in the morning

and then we'll talk to Moretti.

Or do you think we should
see Moretti separately?

Oh, I have no intention
of seeing Moretti at all.

I, uh, I don't understand.

How are you going to change
your statement, back up my story?

My adorable Sabella,

do you really think I don't
know what this is all about, huh?

You're trying to
hold on to Jason.

Get him to drop the divorce.

That's not true.

This is for the settlement.

I want as much as I
can get. I deserve it.

I am more than enough
to make you happy? No.

No, you don't want
Jason's settlement.

You want Jason.

Well, I'm not going to
help you hang on to him.

I've got you now.

And I'm not going to let you go.

Please don't do this.

If I am called to testify,

I will tell the truth.

That Jason shot
you accidentally.

- You can't!
- Oh, but I can.

And I will.

I'm sorry, Sabella.

But if you're going to do this,

you have to do
it all on your own.