All language subtitles for Dynasty s03e08 la mirage.eng

-Good evening, Joseph. Quiet night?
- Very.

Even your grandson
is sleeping straight through.

- Good.
- Good night.

Good night.

You're tired, aren't you, darling?

Yes, I am.

Well, it's not unknown, getting tired
or bored at a business dinner.

But I certainly could've used
your help tonight.

Even a weary little smile
every now and then.

I'm sorry.
I just didn't feel like smiling.

Come on. Let's go have a brandy
and talk.

I am tired, Blake.
I just need to get some sleep.

- Hello, Jeff.
- Blake.

Oh, how did it go at dinner?

You ever had a dinner
with a pack of sharks and barracudas

anticipating a kill?

They know that we face bankruptcy

if the government holds back
on our loan.

Oh, by the way,
were you able to reach McVane?

No, no, I've been trying all night.

His staff here in Denver
thinks that he's in Washington

and Washington thinks
that he's here in Denver.

Meanwhile with every hour,

we get closer to the deadline
on that loan.

Can't they see it?

Getting oil out of shale
may cost more to produce right now,

but it's a hell of a lot better
than being gouged by those foreigners.

You know, I've been thinking, Blake,
maybe we should go higher up.

After all,
McVane is only a congressman.

Yeah, but he's a congressman

who happens
to have powerful connections.

He also happens to owe me a lot.

He'll come through.
He better come through.

Well, I'll get on it again
first thing in the morning.

Thank you, Jeff. I appreciate that.

Darling, what is it?

What's troubling you?
What's on your mind?

Look, Krystle, I've got problems
of my own at the moment.

- Not in the mood to play games, right?
- That's right.

How about tennis, Blake?

What are you talking about?

I was at La Mirage.

I met Fallon's new pro,
and I hear you did too.

Yes, I did.

That's funny.
You didn't bother to mention it.

What's there to mention about a man
I just said hello to?

Well, for openers, maybe his name.

Well, he said his name was Mark.

Yes, Mark.

Mark Jennings.
I was married to him once.

He didn't tell you?

No.

No, I didn't know that.

I thought you knew.

I thought you and Fallon hired him.

Blake.

I love you so much.

I don't want anything
to come between us.

Oh, why should it?

Mark Jennings is a part of your past,
just like Alexis is a part of mine.

Neither one of them is gonna
do anything to us now,

or our future.

Yeah, well, tell Fallon that.

She set it up.

Set what up?

My meeting with him.

Well, Joseph gave me a message
that somebody called

and told me to meet you
at La Mirage,

but instead, I met him.

Well, what makes you think
it was Fallon that set it up?

It's her hotel, isn't it?

It's my money behind the hotel,

so I'll just have to see to it
that he's fired.

Is that all right?

That's not necessary.

I just needed to know
that you weren't a part of this.

I'm glad we talked.

Come on. Let's go back to bed.

Been at the hotel all night?

Oh, last-minute details.

Party's tonight, remember?

Fallon?

Kirby.

Kirby, I heard you were coming.

Look at you.

What happened?

Three years ago in Paris,
you were this scrawny kid,

and now you're competition.

I only wish Steven
could see you now.

Papa wrote me about his leaving.
Where did he go?

I don't know. Spin the globe.
Your guess is as good as anybody's.

Well, the way he loved you,
he'll come back.

Look at you, a mother now
with the most adorable baby.

- Oh, I thank you. He thanks you.
- He's gorgeous.

He's as handsome as Jeff
and as beautiful as you.

Oh, an adorable, gorgeous,
handsome--

- Beautiful.
-...beautiful baby boy

who needs his bath right now,

which I'm going to give him
before breakfast

and take a little nap.

Can I help? I'd love to.

You know about babies?

- Do I know about babies?
- Sure, come on.

I spent last August

sailing the Greek islands
on a private yacht.

It was me and this other couple
and their 4-month-old son.

And while the rich,
super rich mommy and daddy

pooped out on the poop deck,
I took care of a little poop.

That's what I called him, the baby.

So I blew a kiss to the Eiffel Tower
and flew home.

There, I've told you everything.

And you've told me everything,
except about Jeff.

There's not much to tell really.
We're both here in the same house,

but we're separating.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Well, how could you?

Besides, it's just the end
of a mistake.

We're both
on different wavelengths.

Well, at least you have your son.

I love babies.
It's so much fun looking after them.

Kirby, you wouldn't be interested in--

No, forget it. You're overqualified.
It wouldn't work.

What wouldn't?

I've been looking for someone
to take care of Blake

when I'm at the hotel. A nanny.

You'd be perfect for the job.

You'd be doing me a big favour,
honest.

I know you graduated
from the Sorbonne.

- What kind of degree anyway?
- Oh, you know, humanities.

It'll only be temporary.

And diapering on dry land has gotta
beat doing it on the yacht.

- Well, okay, why not?
- Oh, great. Oh, that's great.

Now, about your salary.

Oh, we can talk about that later.

For now, I think this will be great.

Morning, Daddy.

Good morning, darling.

I passed Jeff in the hall.

He's leaving kind of early
these days.

He's trying to track down
Congressman McVane for me.

- Krystle?
- She's having a tray in her room.

Fallon,

Krystle told me last night
that your new tennis pro

is her ex-husband.

Did you know that
before you hired him?

No, not then. I saw him playing tennis
out on the court

and I was very impressed.

So when he asked me for the job,
I gave it to him.

When did you find out?

Well, I couldn't miss it
when Krystle barged in

and made this big scene,
accusing me of luring her out there.

I gather from your look she gave you
a special evening performance

of histrionics.

Then you weren't the one
that left that message?

No, I wasn't.

Fallon, this special-delivery letter
just arrived for you.

Oh, my God, the handwriting.
It's from Steven.

He's in Hong Kong.

You're paying me for a lesson,
so let's get out there

and play, okay, Miss Colby?

It's my hour,
and I'd much rather sit and talk.

Anyway, I'm not in a sporty
mood today. Never am, in fact.

I much prefer games
where the ball just falls into my lap

rather than having to chase it.

Thank you.

Two iced coffees, please.

All right, so you've come to talk again.
What about this time?

What else? You and Krystle.

You're not really serious
about leaving Denver

and forgetting about her, are you?

- Maybe if you saw her.
- I did.

Oh, really. Where?

Here.

She said she'd got a message
to meet her husband.

Oh, Blake was here?

No, but I was.

Well, now that you've seen each other,
have you decided anything?

You know, you always played
your best games in the old days

when you had to come
from behind.

How do you know that?

I've read your tennis reviews.

Look, Mark, there's nothing to be
ashamed of

in a man still being in love
with his own wife.

Fight Blake, hard.

He's in a very vulnerable position
right now,

or he will be quite soon.

Yes, I know there are millions
of people in Hong Kong, Ralph,

but use your contacts.

Check with the oil companies
in the area.

Yes, all of them.

And see if anyone's ever heard
of a Steven Carrington

or a Ben Reynolds.

Yes.

Get back to me, will you?

Blake, according to this,
Steven's not in Hong Kong.

He gave it to a friend to mail for him.

Yes, but it is a lead,
and it's the only one I have.

So I have to follow through with it,

or as he puts it in the letter,
he'll stay lost.

All right, it's what he seems to want
for now.

"l work with a lucky guy
named Ben Reynolds.

He's a real loner, no family.

He doesn't have to live up
to anyone else's image of him.

Just his own."

Obviously,
my son still hasn't forgiven me.

Well, at least he wrote.

- To Fallon.
- Give him some time, Blake.

He'll get in touch with you.

How about some lunch? My treat.
And I promise not to keep you long.

I have a fitting at the costumers
for the party tonight.

I'd love to, darling, but Jeff is still trying
to contact Neal McVane,

and I have to stick around for that.

Okay.

You know,
we don't have to go to Fallon's party

if you don't want to.

I mean, there's gonna be a big crowd
and nobody will even miss us.

You'd be missed by Fallon.

Don't worry that I'll be uncomfortable
there this evening

with her or with my ex-husband.

And who knows,
maybe he'll meet your ex-wife

and they'll hit it off
and go away together.

Or is that just a pipe dream?

Devoutly to be smoked.

I'll be home as soon as I can.

Almost finished?

Well, this panel
and that's it, Mr. Carrington.

This is top-of-the-line panelling.
How come you've painted over it?

Because I like top-of-the-line paint.

Not too many offices use
such a bright colour.

- You sure you wanted it?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

I had it custom blended.
Do you mind?

Tell you what I mind: the smell.
It's making me a little dizzy.

Well, then why don't you just get on
with it and finish the job?

Adam, I was told that this office
is being redecorated. Why?

Mother, I was told by you
to shake hands with Jeff.

I did, I meant it and we're friends.

This is a gesture of welcome
to his new office.

Well, I'm surprised that you responded
so quickly, but happy.

Well, I'm off to get flappered or flapped
or whatever it is.

I'll see you later.

Adam,

I'm glad that you took my advice
about Jeff to heart.

We've got enough enemies
in the world, darling,

without inventing new ones.

Here's your dress.

If you need anything else,
just call me, Mrs. Colby.

Thank you.

Krystle, what a surprise.

Hello, Alexis.

I suppose you're here
getting a costume for Fallon's party.

Yes, I am.

Clever of her to choose the '20s
as a theme, don't you agree?

Oh, those must have been
the most wonderful, carefree days.

People innocently pursuing
their pleasure-filled lives,

unaware of what lay in store for them
when the crash hit.

Don't you agree?

What?

You haven't been listening to me,
have you?

No, I guess I haven't.

Look, Krystle, since we're both
going to be stuck here for fittings,

and since we're both going to be
at the same party,

I think we might at least
try being civilised to each other,

for a change.

You may call
this conversation civilised,

but I call it hypocritical and boring.

Boring? Me?

Temper, temper.
As my dear old auntie used to say:

"When you're angry, count to four.

When you're really angry, swear."'

Go on, Krystle, swear.

I'd adore to hear you say
something colourful and foul.

Well. I knew I should have called
my own couturier

but I figured it was only for one night.
Oh, damn.

So what?

Are you really secure enough to be
seen in the same costume as me?

Why don't I call the manager?
I'll have her find you something else.

I'm not worried about the competition.
If you are, change.

I've got an idea.

Why should we detract
from each other?

Let's flip a coin.

Heads or tails?

- I'll toss.
- Heads.

Tails, you lose.

For now.

The party's not over yet.

Krystle.

How did you know I'd be here?

I found out.

What do you want, Mark?

- We need to talk.
- No, we don't.

Krystle.

Look, let's go someplace for coffee.

Try Brazil.

Krystle, this is important.

The way you took off from the hotel,
there was no time to say anything.

We said it all, Mark, a long time ago.

All right, for the sake of what
we meant to each other once.

Once was a lifetime ago.

The day you walked out on me

was the day you gave up your right
to say anything to me. Ever.

Oh, that's fine. Thank you, Ellen.

My God, you look beautiful.

You look very handsome
with your red carnation.

You mean I don't look like
a bootlegger out of the '20s?

More like a very worried
captain of industry.

Darling, that loan
and that whole mess...

Forget Neal McVane. Just for tonight.

Well, I just don't see
why I can't reach him.

You know, ordinarily,
I'd have no problem with--

All right.

All right, we'll just have fun tonight.

If you're game, I'm game.

Excuse me.

- Hi.
- Hello, darling.

- Any news about Steven?
- No, no, not yet.

Looks like you're off
to a fine start here.

- Better than I hoped for.
- Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Hi, Krystle.
Well, now that you're here,

I can make my little speech
and get that over with.

No. Thanks.

Oh, yes. I'll try some of that.
Thanks.

Excuse me, everybody.

Can I have your attention, please,
just for a minute?

I'll make this brief
for all of your sakes.

First of all, I wanna thank my father,
Blake Carrington,

for his support in this venture.

I love you, Daddy,
as if you didn't know.

As it said on your invitations,

the only condition for being here
is that you get happy,

because that's what La Mirage
is all about.

Just remember, the name of the game
is pleasure

so 23 skidoo and grab it.

- Alexis.
- Neal, darling.

Well, you look absolutely ravishing.

Oh, now that is a dangerous word,
Neal, but allowed.

How about a little champagne
before the party?

I would love some.

- You're looking very well, Neal.
- Thank you.

Been a long time since you were
on that junket to Spain

and we used to do the flamenco
all night.

Yes, but what I remember
most fondly

were those siestas.

The night is young, congressman.

I seem to remember you
with long hair back then.

Oh, yes, well, that was back then.

I'm a Gemini.
I'm many different women.

So tell me about your trip
to Washington.

- Was it successful?
- Well, I got what I went for.

You don't seem too happy about it.

Alexis, I'm going to owe a lot of favours
that I would rather not have to pay.

Really? Well, who knows?
Things could change.

Why is it
that however dashing a man looks,

he never knows what to do
with a black tie?

We're gonna be late for the party.

Now there's a fabulous idea.
A bathtub full of gin.

A cup of martini.

No vermouth.

Daddy,
this is Count Pierre de Chalon.

My father, Blake Carrington.

Pleasure, Mr. Carrington.

Pleasure.

And his wife, Krystle.

A very beautiful name
for a very beautiful woman.

Thank you.

Pierre's family own a couple
of French Alps

and I met him when I was skiing down
one of them in Chamonix.

Now he's going to try skiing Aspen.

I hope you enjoy our slopes here
in Colorado.

I'm sure I will.

Oh, Daddy, there's Dave Martin.
He's one of our best pros.

Would you introduce him
to the count?

Yes, yes, of course.

Cute, isn't he?

Yes.

His eyes never left you.

He knows you're Blake's wife,
so not to worry.

- Hi, darling.
- Hi.

You've done absolute
wonders with this place.

- I adore it.
- Thank you.

You know Congressman McVane?

No, but I do now.

Hello. It's wonderful.
Everything is just wonderful.

Oh, Alexis, would you excuse me
a moment?

It was a pleasure meeting you.

Did Blake show up yet?

He's around here somewhere.

Well, I'll probably bump into him.
I'll see you later, darling.

Excuse me.

Please tell the other waiters
I have a thing about hot canapes.

If these start to cool, stir them
around the kitchen for fresh ones.

I don't care if the tray is half-full still.

I'd settle for the kind of attention
you're giving the help.

Are you trying to avoid me?

Ask an intelligent question,
you may just get an answer.

I'm very busy, Adam.

I just wanna tell you
how great the place looks.

Big change since that day you and l
first ran into one another, baby sister.

Bigger guys still don't buy it, brother.
A lot of things have changed.

Congratulations.

Your hard work
is really showing tonight.

Do you mean that?

- Yes, I mean that.
- Well, thank you, Jeff.

I agree.
Fallon's done a wonderful job.

Adam, I wanna know something.

About my office,

why did you have it painted?

Just a gesture of welcome, Jeff,
that's all.

Well done.

Be careful with him, Jeff.

No, I mean it.
Don't ever turn your back on him.

That's not exactly party talk.

I'm serious. Be careful.

Getting a little chilly out here.
Do you wanna go inside?

No, I'm--

I'm gonna have to deal with this
sooner or later.

Hello, Mark.

I understand you've already met
my husband informally.

I'd like to make it official.
Blake, this is Mark Jennings.

Mr. Carrington.

I'd still like to come up
and play some tennis.

Anytime.

And I'd like to continue our dance.

Excuse us, please.

This is absolutely lovely.

You know, my daughter really
does have very good taste.

She's a beautiful girl.

Somehow, I'm more interested
in her mother.

Oh, tell me about it, congressman.

On second thought,
tell me about it later.

Privately?

Key to your heart?

Oh, no. It's the key to a little hideaway
that I found.

I stole it from behind the front desk.

Beautiful thief. Beautiful woman.

I'll drink to that.

Oh, I know this girl.

I've met her in France.

Kirby.

I'm so glad I spotted you at last.

I was hoping to run
into a friendly face.

Oh, faces, that's us.

May I introduce you
to Count Pierre de Chalon?

He took one look at you
and he said he thinks he knows you.

Did we not meet last year
at a party in Monte Carlo?

No, we didn't.

Yes, you were wearing
a lovely purple gown.

Very Balenciaga.

No, it wasn't me.
You must have the wrong girl.

No, no, no.

The next day,
you wore something suede

and that evening,
you were dancing barefoot

on the table in the casino bar.

Oh, now you really must have
the wrong girl,

but it was nice to meet you anyway.

Excuse me.

Well, I guess she didn't go
for your smooth line, Pierre.

It was no line.

I've seen that girl several times
in Monte Carlo, in Deville and Nice.

Always with the same man.

Pierre, she works for us.

She's our major-domo's daughter.

I doubt she could afford your kind
of dolce vita.

Well, whoever she is, Fallon,
she gets around.

We haven't met.

I'm Adam Carrington.

Hello, I'm Kirby Anders.

Anders? Joseph's daughter.

Well, I've met your father,

so I guess
that makes us instant friends.

I guess so.

- Excuse me.
- Hey, don't rush off.

Well, I'd like to look around.
Excuse me.

And we're gonna do some--

- Enjoying yourself?
- Yes, she is and she's with me.

Why don't we let her decide?
How about it? Wanna dance?

Yes.

Waiter.

You haven't misplaced that key,
have you?

No.

I haven't.

Fallon asked me to be sure
to take a look at the new bar.

Let's go inside
and see what's happening in there.

All right.

What are you doing, Fallon?

Just taking a break
from playing hostess.

Thinking about how everything's
turning out tonight.

Big success.

Hope so.

No, I guess I know so.

Good. Then let's have us
another little drink to celebrate.

Okay. I've already used up my quota,
but just one more.

Yeah.

Blake? What's wrong?

You look as though
you've just seen a ghost.

Not a ghost,
something more dangerous.

Damn sight more dangerous.

Come on. What's the matter?
You chicken?

I'm okay.

To the hostess with the "mostest."'

What are you doing?

It's her big night, Jeff.

She's just a little drunk.

She's allowed.

Jeez.

Come on.

Where do we go from here?

I don't know about you,
but I'm going to get dry.

It's been fun.

Can I trust you not to break into a
Charleston while I powder my nose?

You can indeed, but if they start up
with a tango, watch out.

Why the grin?

Because the Alexis
I once knew intimately

is the same Alexis.

Only the same?

More so, better.

Much better.

Why else are you grinning?

Is it because I promised to support you
so generously

in your campaign for reelection?

- Oh, that never hurts.
- Well, I can afford it.

Or rather Colbyco can.

My late husband never put himself
out on a limb

without making sure
that there was enough ready cash

to buy himself back to safety,
unlike my ex-husband.

- Hello, Blake.
- Neal, I wanna talk to you.

- Now?
- Now.

Why don't we all go into the bar?

No, you go, Alexis.
We have some business to talk over.

All right,
where the hell have you been?

Why haven't I been able
to reach you?

Well, I have to get around, Blake.
You know that.

Election year, visiting constituents.

My time is running out on my loan.
What have you done about that?

I'm sorry.
I should've contacted you, told you.

- Told me what?
- I can't help you.

I tried every contact I had.

All I got was doors
slammed in my face.

Strange.

My sources in Washington tell me
that everyone you approached

was willing, at least,
to reconsider the loan.

- Your sources were wrong.
- Were they?

I have other sources too, Neal.

Gossips, rumourmongers.

I mostly ignore them
because they mostly disgust me,

but sometimes what they say
has an interesting ring of truth to it.

They said several things
about you lately.

About some of your private
carryings-on in Washington.

Now, maybe as a good citizen,

I should have those rumours
checked out.

And blackmail me?

Oh, no, no. Blackmail?
I don't operate that way.

Let's call it survival.

My survival, my company's,
my country's.

All right, Neal, you and l
are going to talk right now.

What time is it?

It's quarter of 2.

Oh, no, I have to get going.
I really do.

I'm sorry.

What's the rush?

Allow me.

- Adam, please.
- Lovely.

So lovely. It's just like silk.

Sorry about that.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Now be careful driving home.

After all,
you are my favourite little girl.

I'm not a little girl anymore.
Truly, I'm not.

That's for helping me out
when I needed help.

My pleasure.

And believe me,
America will be grateful.

I know that and you know that.

And what are you two titans
talking about?

Me? Comparing notes?

As a matter of fact, we just finished
talking about you, among other things.

And did I come out on top,
as it were?

Why don't you tell her, Neal?

Yes, why don't you tell her, Neal?

Alexis,

I won't be able to accept your offer
after all.

Say that again?

Well, Blake and l,
we already had an agreement.

I see.

So is that it?

I'm afraid so.

Oh, Neal, you scum.

You double-crossing scum.

You'll be hearing from me,
congressman.

Enjoy the title while you can.

Don't look so smug, Blake.

It's nothing I can't handle.

I wouldn't be too sure.

This time, your boudoir charms
may have failed you.

Oh, well, there's always a first time
for everything.

I wouldn't argue that, but from now on,
you stay out of my life, do you hear?

You keep out of my business,
or so help me, you'll wish you had.

Krystle.

There's something you have to know.
We've got to talk.

Whatever it is, just say it.

My husband's waiting for me.

Come here.

Look, Krystle,

you're with your husband.

You're not married to Blake Carrington,
you're married to me.

You are drunk.

I've had a few,
but you've known me to have more.

Yes, and I've known you
to say more ridiculous things, to lie--

It's no lie.

Krystle, our divorce papers
were never filed in Mexico.

You gotta believe me.
This is important to both of us.

We were never divorced.

You're lying.

If you think I'm lying, check.

You're not married to Blake
Carrington, you're married to me.

We were never divorced.

Oh, my God.

It can't be true.

It can't be.

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