All language subtitles for Dynasty s02e12 Blindness.eng

Mr. Carrington.

Who is it?

Joseph.

Damn slipper. Can you see it?

Yes, it's right here.
One second. I'll help.

- Let me put it on for you.
- No, no, no.

No. No, I'll do it myself. Thank you.

Well, it seems to be a pleasant
Saturday outside, for a change.

I have something here for you.

It seems to be a gift.

It was left outside the front door,
probably early this morning.

What...? What--?

- It's a cane, Mr. Carrington.
- A cane?

Give it to me.

Why didn't you say what it was,
Joseph? It's a blind man's cane.

Who's it from? Is there a card?

- What's it say?
- Yes, yes.

- What's it say?
- Well, it says:

L. R.

L. R.

Rhinewood. Logan Rhinewood.

Why's he doing this to me?
Why's he doing it?

- Why?
- Mr. Carrington, please.

Mr. Carrington, please.

Rhinewood, who blinded me,
or at least his goons did it.

Mr. Carrington,
I know you're upset, but...

They couldn't cripple me or kill me.
They couldn't do that to me!

At least he couldn't do that to me.

- Blake.
- They couldn't do that to me!

Mr. Carrington, please.

Well, what--?
What else do they wanna do to me?

What happened?

There was a package
at the front door, a cane.

- I should have opened it outside.
- What else do they want?

Take it easy, Blake. Come on.

Take it easy? I've been this way
for three weeks now.

Nothing is being done about it.

Where's that Dr. Eggleston?
Toscanni said he'd be here yesterday.

- He's been delayed, Daddy.
- Delayed?

He didn't delay in sending us a bill

for that 20-minute visit
he paid me in the hospital.

We didn't delay
sending him a check, did we?

He's delayed where?
Delayed by what?

Why don't we send our plane
to pick him up?

There is someone in the library
from the police, Lieutenant Dawson.

What does he want?

Don't tell me he's found out
who it was that threw that dynamite.

Don't tell me
that he's found the scum.

- He didn't say.
- Well, tell him I don't want to see him.

That's funny, isn't it? See him.

Tell him I can't see him.

Unless he comes up
with some new information,

I don't want him in my house.

How many are you here
in this room right now?

What is this, an exhibition?
"Come and look at the blind man.

Come and see
what the blind man does.

See how he rages in his blindness."

Okay, everybody out.
Can't you see how upset he is?

You too, Joseph, please.

I'm sorry, Daddy. I had to do that.

Oh, no, no.
I thank you for doing it, Fallon.

I just don't want people watching me.
Not even my family.

Hey, did I ever tell you
how much I love you?

- A couple of times.
- Well, let's make it a couple more.

I love you so much, Daddy.

Now, I don't want you upset.

No tears.

I'm managing, and I'm gonna
manage better as time passes.

- Much better. All right?
- Okay.

I guess I should go down
and talk to that police officer.

Maybe he does have something
to tell me.

Well, I'll help you downstairs, okay?

How's everything
going with Jeff, honey?

Okay.

- You are trying, now, aren't you?
- Yeah.

He's a brave young man.

He risked his life to save mine,
you know.

Yes, I know. Just a minute.

Thank you.

Now, you take it easy
with that policeman down there.

- Promise?
- All right, I promise.

Mr. Carrington,
I came here this morning

to ask a few more questions
and hopefully to get some answers.

I have been answering
your questions.

For two weeks at the hospital,
the past week here in this house.

Now, what about some answers
from you for a change?

Well, a speeding car
of unidentified make

with two unidentified occupants
hasn't left us with very much to go on.

Lieutenant,
you know who was behind it.

I've told you people that.

Yes, you suspect
a Logan Rhinewood.

I don't suspect Rhinewood.
I am positive that it's Rhinewood.

Mr. Carrington,
nobody knows Rhinewood.

No one at the department
has even seen him.

The man must be a recluse
like Howard Hughes was.

Tell me, have you
ever met Rhinewood?

No.

- Ever seen a photo of him?
- No.

Then how can you be so positive,
Mr. Carrington?

Where's your proof
that he was even involved?

Lieutenant, it's your job
to find that proof.

Our job is checking out facts,
details.

Now, Mr. Carrington,
victims sometimes remember things,

small but significant things,
long after the incident.

I have told you everything
that I can remember.

So has your son-in-law
and your chauffeur.

Dark night. Car zooms by.

Two men inside,
their faces in the shadows.

One throws the dynamite.

But you can't identify him
or the driver.

Your son-in-law and chauffeur
can't identify them.

I'm afraid that leaves us
with absolutely nothing.

Well, what can I say
except that we'll keep trying?

Yes, indeed, you'll keep trying.

Lieutenant, you just go back
and tell your people to do their job.

I am fed up with their incompetence.

You understand? I am fed up.

Oh, excuse me, Blake. I'm sorry.
I didn't realize you're with somebody.

Lieutenant Dawson
is just on his way out.

We'll be in touch, Mr. Carrington,
as soon as something breaks.

Gentlemen.

Blake, Dr. Eggleston's with me.

Are you back finally, doctor?

I'm sorry. I was detained
at a convention in Los Angeles.

It's nice seeing you again, sir.
Well, you're looking fit.

Well, what are we gonna do
this time, doctor?

Well, I think you'll be pleased
to know

that the tests and x-rays
that I took before I left

confirm what the other specialists
have found.

There's absolutely no damage
to the optic nerve.

Then why the devil can't I see?

Unfortunately,
medicine is not an exact science.

Does that mean
that you don't know?

Well, we suspect that
it is a severe psychological trauma

brought on by the accident.

Oh, in other words,
I'm just imagining that I'm blind.

- Is that it?
- No, no, no.

- Your blindness is very real.
- All right, then when will it go?

Or won't it?

Well, cases such as these vary.

Meaning, again,
that you don't know, huh?

You're absolutely right, Mr. Carrington.
We don't know.

Now, I won't prolong this any longer.
I can let myself out.

- Nick, let's have lunch.
- Right. Thanks.

So that's your
world-renowned expert, is it?

I worked with him in Vietnam.

He's one of the best ophthalmologists
in the country.

Then we better pray for our country.

Then let's throw in an amen
for Blake Carrington.

- And what is that supposed to mean?
- It means keep it up.

All the anger inside you,
all the resentment, just keep it up,

because it's gonna do wonders
for your stress load.

I'm sick of hearing
that psychiatric mumbo jumbo.

And I'm sick of telling you
to take it easy and try to relax.

I can't relax. Not here, anyway.
I'm going back to work on Monday.

You've been out of the hospital
for less than a week. Are you crazy?

You're the psychiatrist,
you be the judge of that.

That's right, I'm the psychiatrist.

And I'm concerned about you, Blake.
You're a sick man, very sick.

- Are you through?
- Yes, I'm through!

Go ahead, go back to work.

The phone calls, the board meetings,
the ticker tapes, go ahead.

Do whatever the hell you want.

You're still Blake Carrington with
the big bucks and the unholy power.

But you remember this, friend:

You're like the rest of us.
You're human too.

- If not humane.
- Now, what is that supposed to mean?

Answer me that.

Toscanni.

Toscanni, answer me!

Toscanni.

Answer me!

Nick. Wait a minute.

Only a minute? That's a snap.
I've been waiting for nearly a month.

- How could you talk to him like that?
- He deserved it.

Don't you know
what he's going through?

- Can't you imagine how he's feeling?
- Miserable.

Just like I've been these
past couple of weeks without you.

- I'm not talking about us.
- Damn it, I am.

- I need to know something.
- What?

Don't make me ask. You know.

I want you. I want you for myself.
I can't bear the thought of...

Am I sleeping with him?
Is that what you wanna know?

Not since Blake and Alexis
were together in Rome.

I have my own room.
We're not sleeping together.

When are you gonna tell him?

When are you gonna
stop this charade?

I don't know, Nick. I'm sorry.

I just don't know.

Are you planning on getting dressed,
or are you just gonna mope around?

I'm not moping, I'm thinking.

- What about, your lover?
- My father.

- Well, I think about him too, Fallon.
- Do you really?

Of course I do, and you know it.

We're due at the Randolphs' at 7.

I know.

- Aren't you going to get dressed?
- I don't really wanna go.

Why?

Well, you know Lenore, she's always
talking about babies and pregnancies.

- Hers and--
- Yours?

- Mine.
- Well, what's wrong with that?

Does it bore you? Or don't you care?

Of course I care.
I kept the baby, didn't l?

Oh, Jeff, let's not fight.

Then get dressed.

What, do I turn you off
now that I'm pregnant?

No.

What's the matter, then?

You're not doing this for me,
you're doing it for Blake.

Because I saved his life.

And you figure you owe me
something every once in a while.

- Oh, now you're a mind reader.
- No, I just know you, Fallon.

No, you don't.

I'm still a woman.

Why don't you call your boyfriend?

Unless he's suddenly turned off
by a pregnant Mrs. Colby.

Mr. Carrington,
you don't have to ring quite so often.

I did hear you the first time.

You did, huh?
Well, then what kept you?

Let us say
the fact that it's Sunday today

and I have this unheard-of habit
of sleeping in a little later

on Sunday morning.

- Not to mention...
- Not to mention what?

Well, you did wake me up twice
during the night,

once to shave you,
once to read to you.

That disturbed you, huh?

Well, what disturbed me
was your choice of reading matter.

- I find spy stories dull.
- Yes.

You must, Joseph.
You read them dully.

Mr. Carrington,
I'm afraid I have to tell you

that I'm finding your sarcasm
harder and harder to take.

Do you, now? Well, there's the door.

Downstairs there's another door,
a front door.

You can walk right through and find
one of hundreds of families in Denver

clamoring for a major-domo.

Joseph.

Forgive me, Joseph.

My nerves are frazzled.

Please accept my apology,
and please stay, my friend.

- And major-domo?
- You're the best.

Yes, I think I am. A rare breed.

Well, shall I tell Mrs. Gunnerson
to prepare your breakfast?

- No, just some coffee. I'm not hungry.
- I'll tell her.

- Good morning, Mr. Laird.
- Morning, Joseph.

- Andrew.
- Morning, Blake.

Well, you are looking fit.

Did you come here of a Sunday
morning to tell me that, Andrew?

That and some wonderful news.

About a half an hour ago,
I got a call from Rotterdam.

Your oil's been released
and sold on the spot market, all of it.

Denver-Carrington is solvent again.

Thank you, Andrew. That's fine.

Fine?

- Blake, I am telling you great news.
- All right, great.

I have some papers
that need signing.

Do you want Krystle to do it?
She still has power of attorney.

No, I'll sign them when I go back
to the office tomorrow.

Tomorrow? That's wonderful.

It'll be good for you
to get back into the swing of things.

Andrew, I want you to schedule
some extra time for us tomorrow.

You and l
are gonna have a long talk.

- About what?
- Logan Rhinewood.

How I'm gonna get the man
who did this to me.

Get him and put him away.

- I need a 5/1 6 socket.
- I'll get it.

What's the matter, Fallon?
Don't you speak to your relatives?

Oh, yeah, sure. Hello.

Listen, if you don't like me,
that's just tough.

Because I'm in this family
whether you like it or not.

That's right, you are.
For the time being.

Enjoy church.
That is where you're going, isn't it?

What's wrong?

- Did Fallon say something?
- Fallon? Oh, yeah.

She asked me to have lunch
with her someday

so she could show me off.

Steven, why are you
ashamed of me?

- What are you talking about?
- You are ashamed.

Or you would have told your father
about us by now.

It's been three weeks.
Everybody else knows.

When are you gonna tell him?

Sammy Jo, come on.

You know why I haven't told him.
It's pretty obvious.

I mean, he's been in the hospital
most of the time.

And he's not exactly
making an easy adjustment to things.

Except I'm not a thing, I'm your wife.
And not being able to see

doesn't mean he won't understand
that I'm important to you,

that I count around here now.
Or do l?

- Look, I'll tell him.
- When?

When, Steven?

Sometime today.

You promise?

I promise.

You did what?

I married Sammy Jo.

How could you do that?

What do you mean,
how could I do that?

She's Krystle's niece.

They're related
only by an accident of birth.

That's the only similarity
between them.

What did she do, trick you into this?
Or were you drunk?

No, Dad, I wasn't drunk.

I married her because I love her.

Thanks for the congratulations.

All right. Congratulations.

You don't say that
with much conviction.

I say it the way I say it.

I don't know. All right, all right.
It's done. We'll live with it.

We'll get used to her
and she'll get used to us.

And we'll train her
to fit into the family.

Like you train your guard dogs?
Or your servants?

Now, Steven, I'm trying to understand
what you've just told me,

but it's not easy.

But I'm trying very hard
to accept this.

Well, maybe you can accept this too:

I quit my job at the refinery.

What, again?
Now what are you going to do?

Something that's
very important to me.

- I can't wait to hear.
- I'm going to be a professional driver.

Truck or taxicab?

Racing cars.

My God, what have I done?

Steven, I'm your father.

I won't listen to this nonsense,
you hear? Racing cars.

I won't let you kill yourself on some
racetrack somewhere, do you hear?

Look, it's my life.

I can handle it my way.
I intend to handle it my way.

Steven, may I speak to you outside
for a moment, please?

Excuse us, Blake.

How dare you be so inconsiderate
as to upset him at a time like this?

Maybe I have a bit of you
in me, Mother.

- Don't be insolent.
- Don't you be so forgetful.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a woman
who was inconsiderate enough

to tell him years ago
that Fallon wasn't his daughter.

That is a closed subject, Steven.

- Oh, is it?
- Yes.

Now, it's bad enough
that you had to run off

and marry that nothing girl,
but this stupidity about motor racing--

This stupidity is my business,
something I share with my wife.

And if you don't approve,

Sammy Jo and I can make it
without any of you.

Yes?

Blake, I'm sorry,

but you had to find out
about the marriage sooner or later.

It happened.
Nothing we can do about it.

Yes, unfortunately, it did happen,

but I think there is something
that we can do about it.

We can talk to them,
get the marriage annulled.

- Yes, who is it?
- Joseph.

- I'll come back later.
- No, no, no, Joseph. What is it?

Well, about our
conversation of earlier,

I thought it might be best
if you didn't spend your nights alone.

I could have a folding bed brought in,

and if you needed something,
I'd be right there.

That won't be necessary,
but thank you very much.

Well, it would make me feel better.

- Spy stories or not?
- Yes.

All right.

That was very decent of him.

Well, I know what
you think of him, Alexis,

but he's a decent man, very decent.

Yes.

Won't Krystle feel a little bit awkward
about this menage a trois?

Krystle is staying in the guest room.

It's more comfortable for her there
while I'm like this.

Yes, of course.

As long as you know she's close by,
that's all that matters.

A husband should always
have his wife close by.

That's what marriage is all about.

Something I learned a little too late.

The desk, file, humidor.

Desk set, intercom, telephone panel.

- Am I doing all right, Joseph?
- Beautifully.

- Yes, Marcia?
- Mr. Carrington,

- a Mr. Colby is here to see you.
- Oh, fine. Send him in, please.

Come in, Jeff.

I'm happy to report
that I seem to be managing.

- Mr. Carrington, this is...
- No, Blake, it's Cecil.

What are you doing here, Cecil?

I heard you were back at work this
morning, which I think is wonderful.

I've come to welcome you
back to the fold.

You mean pack, don't you?
Pack of wolves.

Did they send you to represent them?
It's a good choice.

Blake, I'd like to talk to you
for a few minutes alone.

Would you wait outside,
please, Joseph?

Of course.

All right, Cecil, talk,
but make it quick.

You have less than a few minutes.

We've been-- Or had been.
--friends for a long time.

Until I stupidly called in that loan.

- Now I'd like to bury the hatchet.
- In my back again?

Well, I said it, I'm sorry about that,
and that's passed.

Now I'd like to make you a good offer,
a genuinely good offer.

A merger of interests.

Now, listen to me, Blake.

I have a 1 00,000-acres' leasehold
on oil-shale land.

The best leases.

I happen to know
that Denver-Carrington

has the best process
for extracting that oil.

- So you're proposing a marriage.
- Yes.

- And the wedding gift goes to Jeff.
- How to Jeff?

I was unfortunate enough
to have my nephew walk out on me.

You were fortunate enough
to offer him a job which he accepted.

Now we can both have him.
He can head the operation.

Forget it.

- Blake.
- Forget it, Cecil.

But thank you.
You have given me one good idea.

When Denver-Carrington is ready
to go ahead with the process itself,

I will make Jeff
the head of the operation.

He's one hell of a man.

And the only Colby that I'd trust.

Now, it's Monday, I've just come in,
I have work to do.

You know the way out.

I was looking for Claudia Blaisdel
in the file room,

but I learned she's in Development.

How do you like my executive suite?

It's a beginning. A lovely beginning.
Good luck.

Thank you, really.

And thank you for encouraging me
to use my head,

to concentrate on oil shale.

- I think I have a little talent for it.
- More than a little.

Or, knowing Blake,
you wouldn't be in here at all.

You know, it's amazing,
when I was married to Matthew,

if I had used the words "shale rubble"
or "kerogen,"

he just would've patted me
on the head and said:

"Don't you worry yourself about it,
it's boring men's talk."

That's what I dropped by
to talk to you about.

- Matthew and Lindsay.
- Have you found her?

Well, we're making good progress.

Our Lima office informs me
that they've left Peru

and are heading for Colombia.

You told me
that they were in Venezuela.

Venezuela, then Peru.
Don't you remember?

No, I don't remember that.

I mean, it's not the sort of thing
that I'm likely to forget.

No, of course not.
I'm sorry for the oversight.

But the important thing is

that I'll concentrate on helping you
get your daughter back

and you concentrate on oil shale.

Talk to you later.

I tried phoning you all day yesterday
on your private line.

I was out. What is it?

I wanna see you, Krystle.

I wanna see you tonight at my place.

I can't make it.

Now, why?
And please be straight with me.

I don't wanna make it.

Straight enough.

Okay.

If you don't wanna come see me,

I'd be more than happy
to come see you

and talk things out with you.

In front of the butler, cooks,
gardeners, stable hands,

whoever else may be around.

I want to see you, Krystle.

So nice to see you again,
Mrs. Carrington, Mrs. Colby.

- Thank you, William.
- I have your table, this way.

Would you care for something
from the bar?

- I'll have a kir royale, please.
- I'd like a club soda.

I'll be right back.

Hello, Nick.

Fallon. Do you make a habit
of coming here alone?

Oh, yes, all the time.

I happen to be here with my mother
at the moment.

Mind if I sit down a minute?

- I have a patient due in 1 5 minutes.
- Oh, I'll bet you do.

It's all right, I like competition.
What's she like?

He's bald.

Oh, well, that's gotta be a change

for Dr. Amerigo Nicholas
Francesco Toscanni.

- How've you been?
- Radiant. Don't I look it?

Yes, you do.

You know, I got a call
from the Chronicle the other day.

They're doing a Sunday supplement
on maternity wear

and they wanted me to pose.

I said, "Forget it.
I'm gonna remain a toothpick

until my eighth month, at least."

- Some women do, you know.
- Yeah, I guess.

I have to go, Fallon.

Is he the one, Fallon? Dr. Toscanni?

Answer me.

Is he the man you told me
you were in love with?

Yes.

Watch out.

Why?

I don't know,
there's something about him.

He's dangerous.

Well, he's a psychiatrist,
not a gangster.

No, it's all in his eyes.
He's after something.

- My money.
- No, it's something beyond money.

Well, I don't care
what you think about him,

what your sixth sense is.

He's the only man
I've ever truly been in love with.

And I'm gonna marry him one day.

After the baby and after Jeff. Okay?

Well, in the meantime,

what about the woman
that you think he's involved with?

- Do you know who she is yet?
- I think so.

But one way or another,
I'm gonna find out.

"Dr. Nicholas Toscanni.
Born New York City.

Graduated from
Hazlitt Medical School.

Internship at St. Gregory's Hospital.
Residency in neurosurgery.

Commissioned and served
in Vietnam

until shrapnel wounds in right hand
reduced acuity,

could no longer perform surgery."

Yes, I remember
reading all that before.

"Civilian life:
Changed his specialty to psychiatry,

established successful practice
in New York.

Specialized in performance problems
with athletes."

Well, that's it
for professional background.

What did it say about his family?
I might have missed something there.

Nothing unusual.

He said something to me once
that was kind of odd about his family.

About the Toscanni men.

How they always took care
of anyone who's hurt them.

Read that, will you, Jeff?

"Father and mother deceased.

Two sisters,
Maria Theresa and Antonia.

Two brothers, both younger.
Mark Toscanni.

The other brother, Giancarlo,
nickname, Gianni--

G-l-A-N-N-l. --is deceased."

You know, it doesn't say so,

but his mother must have
been married twice.

- The last name was Mullaney.
- Gianni Mullaney.

Sound familiar?

Yes, but I just can't seem
to pinpoint it.

Gianni, Gianni, Gianni Mullaney.

Did you tell him?

I couldn't, not after the way
you talked to him.

I'm sorry about that.
It just happened.

- I apologize.
- Apologize to him, Nick.

I'm not that sorry.

He was trying, in his own way,
to lift himself up.

Oh, I see.

- And I kept kicking him down.
- Yes.

A man who expects his money
and power to buy him everything,

including his sight.

He's Blake Carrington.

He's what and who he is.
He's my husband.

- Whom you don't sleep with anymore.
- That's none of your business.

- Nick, I have to stay with him for now.
- Why?

Because he's blind?

Because he needs
the emotional support. You know that.

Tell me something, who the hell
has nailed you to this cross?

Not his ex-wife.
Certainly not his daughter.

I'll leave him when he can see.
Not until then.

Krystle, that may be never.

And I don't intend for us
to wait that long.

Nick, help me, please.

I have to do what I have to do,
otherwise I'll hate myself,

and you'll end up hating me too.

All right.

- How can I help?
- Leave me alone, please.

Blake, let's talk legally.
And legally, it boils down to this:

No grand jury is going to return
an indictment against anyone

without specific evidence.

Right, and that's why
I wanna try another way.

I'm gonna nail Rhinewood
in a different court,

a court of public opinion.

I don't understand.
I mean, how do you expect to do that?

- Yes?
- Mr. Carrington,

there's a Mr. Bonning
here to see you.

Send him in.

Good evening, Mr. Carrington.
And...?

I'm Andrew Laird,
Mr. Carrington's attorney.

Oh, yes, I've read the name.
Nice to meet you.

What do you want, Bonning?

First, to express my sincere regrets
over your accident.

Mr. Rhinewood said
you were trying to reach him.

He asked me to stop off
and see if you--

Well, considering your problem.

--were finding it hard to handle
your football team properly now.

And Rhinewood would like me
to accept his offer

to buy the rest of my team, correct?

Correct.

It was you who did it to me, Bonning.

It was you who blinded me.
I know it was you.

Mr. Carrington,

my associates and I were in Las Vegas
at the time of the incident.

We can, if necessary, prove it.

Can you produce that proof in front of
a Senate investigating committee?

A committee
that I plan to get under way

to look into crime in this state.

You do that, sir,
and you'll end up looking very foolish.

Get out of here.
Damn it, get out of here!

Easy, Blake, hold on.

I think it best you leave.

Always a pleasure to see you,
Mr. Carrington.

I'll get them.
I tell you, I'm gonna get them.

Take it easy, Blake.

Now, what is this business
about a crime commission?

- I hope you're kidding.
- I'm not.

Andrew, I want you to call in
all our political markers.

I want you to start on this thing
immediately.

- I'll testify as exhibit A.
- Blake, forget it.

I know it now. Rhinewood is serious.

Last time, his goons blinded you.

Next time, you can wind up dead.

I'll just have to take that chance.

Steven, I couldn't help it,

but I heard you talking to your mother
in the hall yesterday.

About?

Well, what you said about Fallon.

Like your father
maybe not being her father.

Well, then you heard wrong,
Sammy Jo.

- No, I didn't.
- Well, then forget it, understand?

Well, how can l? A thing like that?

Is it true?

I don't know.
I don't ever wanna know.

And I don't ever want you
breathing a word of it to anyone.

Me?

I would just die if I ever even repeated
anything so disgusting,

or anything that would
begin to hurt Fallon.

I mean, we don't get along yet.

But she is my sister-in-law.

Hey, we'd better get dressed soon
if we're gonna have supper.

I mean, dinner.

No, no, I'm nowhere near
being exhausted.

No, there's no need
to postpone our talk until tomorrow.

I've got it all worked out in my head.

Yes, and then I'm gonna
detail it to you,

and I want it put into action
before I go to sleep tonight.

Good. Good. I'll be here.

Oh, Marcia,

would you get Mrs. Carrington
on the phone for me, please?

No, no-- No, wait, don't bother.

It's me, Blake.

Marcia said you were alone,
that I wouldn't be interrupting you,

so I brought the coffee.

So you dropped by
to have a little visit with me.

To be with you for a while, yes.
Then I thought I'd take you home.

Well, thank you,
but I'm not ready to leave.

And when I am,
Joseph will take me home.

Blake, I'm trying.

I'm trying so hard
to be of some help.

Krystle, I want you to know this,
just in case you don't.

I can get hundreds of people
to bring me a cup of coffee.

I can snap my fingers
and have a table set for 200 people.

I can pick up the phone

and I can have a government
in South America fall.

Those are not the things
that I need a wife for.

I need a wife in my bed.

Now, is that what you're offering?

Don't bother to answer.

I saw her tonight.

Are you sure it's Krystle?

I was at his house one day
when she phoned.

And when you and Daddy
were in Europe,

she came home once
at 3:00 in the morning,

obviously from him.
And then tonight.

What else do I have to know?

Oh, Fallon, I warned you.

Well, I don't blame Nick,
if that's what you mean.

I blame Krystle
for throwing herself at him.

I'd love to tell Daddy about this.

- But you can't, not in his condition.
- I know.

But I gotta do something. What?

Leave it to me.

Now, you know how I feel
about your Dr. Toscanni,

but I can understand
how you feel about him too.

So trust me, darling.

To do what?

Not only are we going to get Krystle
out of Nick's life,

we're going to get her
out of Blake's life too.

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