You both look real surprised.
We are, Joel.
We weren't expecting to run into you. Rita and me.
Well, maybe I'm the one who should be surprised.
What are you doing here at the ranch?
Well, l--
"Well, l--" What?
My God, can't you see she's scared stiff, Joel?
She was at the hospital, she panicked and left.
Oh?
But we've had a good talk. Everyhing's gonna be all right.
- Is it, Rita? - Yes.
Come on, Rita. Let's go. Your place is back at the hospital.
Princess, are you okay?
Sure, Joel. Sure.
You look kind of shook up.
She's fine, Joel. Don't worry.
I'm not gonna let her out of my sight.
I'll make sure everyhing goes perfectly.
Good.
Now hurry and get back to Carrington's bedside
before they wonder what the hell happened.
Oh, God.
Steven, come here.
- There's something I've got to tell you. - What?
There's something wrong.
Krystle. She's not--
- She's not-- She's not Krystle. - Dad, what are you talking about?
You're not making any sense.
That woman, I don't know her name.
She's not my wife.
Dad, the doctor said you're coming along beautifully.
Try not to upset yourself.
God, don't you hear me? Don't you understand?
I've gotta get out of this bed. I've got to.
You've got to calm down.
Son, my wife is out there somewhere. She's in terrible trouble.
I cannot lie in this bed and do nothing.
All right. Let me handle it.
Find her. Quickly.
[BANGlNG]
RlTA: Let me out of here. Let me out!
Krystle, darling. Come on. Come on.
[lMlTATlNG KRYSTLE] Darling?
Did you call me darling?
That's what you are to me, Krystle.
It's you and me now. Whole new life together.
You, me and South America.
I've got our passports ready.
Right here is your new name and your new identity.
Your ticket to a whole new life of love.
Romance.
Starting now.
So are you gonna come along with me quietly?
Or am I gonna have to convince you?
Well, whatever you say.
Get your things.
I'll bring the car around.
Wait a minute, Mrs. Carrington.
Oh, please, we have to get in there.
Look, we got your call.
You said you'd been kidnapped, but we need more.
But you don't understand. My husband's very sick.
I have to get in there now.
I understand that, but we need to get Abrigore.
I'll tell you everyhing I know later.
- And you, Miss Reece? - What about me?
Are you involved in any of this?
What kind of a dumb question is that?
No, I was not involved.
Let them in, Pete.
I don't know about this.
DN4 to H1 1.
Yeah, get me Detective Sergeant Landers.
Alexis, whoa.
Whoa? What am l, a horse?
Dex, I'm late for a board meeting.
Without stopping by to have His Majesty kiss your hand
and thank you again?
- Meaning what? - Meaning $2 million more
which you've handed over to Galen like play money.
Correction, Dex. Like real money.
And may I remind you, husband dear, that it's my money.
- So it's none of my concern. - Right.
How about my wife making a fool of herself? Is that my concern?
Correction again: I am nobody's fool and I'm a big girl now.
- So if you'll excuse me-- - Alexis.
- There's an old Wyoming saying-- - Oh, not one of those again.
"When a person doesn't see the light,
you burn down everyhing but the barn until she does,"
Oh, isn't that quaint and wonderfully witty and amusing?
Well, let me give you a new Alexis saying for you to mull over.
Don't do anything to blow my deal, lover. Otherwise you'll be sorry.
Very sorry.
Steven, where's Blake?
Who are you?
It's Krystle.
It's all right, Steven. She is Krystle.
He's in the first room to the right.
He's weak, but the doctors said we got him here in time.
His heartbeat should be normal soon.
He's in such good shape, it's a miracle really.
He could be ready to leave as early as tomorrow.
Oh, thank God.
Thank you for everyhing.
All right, Sammy Jo. What the hell is going on?
Blake.
It's me, Blake. Krystle.
That other woman.
She's out of our lives.
How can I be sure?
I want to be, but how can I be?
Darling, do you remember where we were
when you asked me to marry you?
We were on your plane.
And I told you that I loved you,
but I wondered whether I could fit in with your lifestyle, with your wealth.
And you looked at me.
You took my hand and you asked me if I'd be more comfortable
if you gave up every cent you'd ever made.
Not that it would make any difference, because--
Because if I started from scratch,
I'd have a million dollars by the end of the year
and 10 million by the next year.
[SOBBlNG]
Blake, I'm that same woman.
And the only difference is that I love you more now than I did then,
if that's possible.
I thought I'd lost you. I thought I'd never see you again.
- Shh. You have to rest. - No, no, no, I'm fine.
It's good now and it's gonna be better.
Just--
Just don't leave me, please.
Blake, they'll never separate us again ever.
- [lMlTATlNG KRYSTLE] Joel. - Hm?
Krystle darling sends her regrets. She won't be able to make it.
What? What's that supposed to mean?
[lN NORMAL VOlCE] It means that I'm Rita.
Remember that trusting redhead you were so madly in love with
before you fell head over heels for Krystle Carrington?
Well, that's me, Joel.
And your lady friend took off from the attic with Sammy Jo.
That really gets your funny bone.
I'll be a son of a gun, Rita. You fooled me.
You really fooled me. That's great, just great. Fantastic.
- You know, I'm really proud of you. - Don't give me that.
I may be a lot of things, but I'm not stupid.
You lied to me. You lied.
Hey, hey, don't go nuts on me, all right?
I thought you were Krystle,
but I'm glad you told me now, before it was too late.
- It's already too late, you creep. - No, no, princess.
No, no.
This was my last lonely unpleasant task.
To dispose of Krystle Carrington.
No, Joel. It's all another one of your lies.
You were running away with her, leaving me behind.
- You were only using me. - No, no, sweetheart.
Admit it. Tell the truth for once in your rotten life.
Tell me. Tell me.
Rita.
- Rita, stop it. Rita. - Tell me.
- For God's sake, stop it. - Tell me, tell me.
- Rita, for God's sake. - Tell me.
- Rita, stop it. - Tell me.
Well, well, well. If it isn't Krystle, the barroom ballerina.
Where can I find Blake?
You can't. He's resting and I don't want him disturbed.
What a hypocrite you are.
He nearly died because of you. You almost killed him.
Alexis, I'm going to ignore that.
Well, you're not going to ignore this.
I knew you were up to something when I saw you dancing
at that tacky roadhouse with your doctor.
- Alexis-- - You think everybody buys your act.
Your saintly glow of concern for all of mankind.
But underneath that, I know you for what you are.
A cold, unfaithful tramp.
That man forced me to go to the roadhouse that night.
Oh, and I suppose you fought him all the way.
Well, I didn't see any scratch marks on his face.
Listen to me. I was kidnapped.
He was holding me prisoner in an attic at Delta Rho.
- Ask Sammy Jo. - Sammy Jo?
That paragon of truth.
That snit of a girl lied before she could talk.
Why would she lie about this?
And who was living at the mansion, may I ask? Your twin sister?
I don't know who she was. She was an impostor.
An impostor?
She looked like you. She walked like you.
She talked like you.
You can do better than that, Krystle.
Alexis, do you remember when I asked you for a cigarette at the roadhouse?
- Yes. - You know I don't smoke.
You even said it.
I'd written "help" on the matchbook cover.
I did everyhing but scream out to you to get him away from me.
So why didn't you?
Because he threatened my baby.
Clever.
But I don't believe you.
Because I saw you at that roadhouse
and you weren't suffering at all, Krystle.
You were having a wonderful time.
You were drinking and you were dancing.
And I wonder what you and your handsome captor
were doing every night, locked cosy up in that attic together.
And I bet that Blake's gonna wonder about that, too, when he's better.
He will. You bet he will.
I just remembered. Of course.
Anything I should know about?
Cabin number 244, the A Deck.
- The first time we made love. - Mm.
Of course you remember the latitude and longitude
of the ship that night as well.
We can put a call in to the captain, Old Whiskersides.
He'll remember how his boat rocked that night.
Oh, that's cute. That's cute.
But there really was a big storm in the Mediterranean that night.
That's open for discussion.
I'd better get dressed.
Oh, Garrett.
Do you have to leave?
I have to prepare for a meeting and catch a flight back to L.A.
Suddenly, deja vu.
The cruise is over and you must rush back to your little wife.
- Things are different now. - Mm. Yes, we're older now. Yes.
And you have gotten a divorce from your wife.
Yes, things are different.
I'd like to finish what I started to say, okay?
They're different and I'd like you to come back to California with me.
Take a suite at the Bel-Air or the Beverly Hills or wherever
and relax and shop, and tonight I'll take you out to dinner
at this new place overlooking the Pacific.
We'll have lobster and cold champagne.
Candlelight. Soft music.
- I love it, I love it. - You got it.
Oh, Garrett, I'm sorry. I can't go running off on a romantic whim.
Especially--
Especially not with our past.
The past is over. Over and done with.
So you would like to consider this a fresh new start.
Why not?
Maybe you didn't hear me, Dominique.
I want to wipe the slate clean and forget the past.
There is one thing about the past. It can never be erased.
No matter how much you may want to.
Because it leaves traces.
And some of those traces are indelible.
[NANNY LAUGHlNG]
You're going too fast.
Hey, Danny.
- Say hello. Say hello to Krystle. - Hi, Danny.
Oh, you look wonderful.
You look sensational, especially after everyhing you've been through.
Mrs. Carrington, Mr. Carrington, welcome back.
Thank you, Gerard. It's good to be back.
And thank you all for being here.
We've all prayed for this moment.
Of course, I've prepared a wonderful dinner for this evening.
- Lamb stew? - Right.
Excuse me, darling. I want to see Kristina.
Mr. Carrington, Sergeant Landers of the Denver Police
is waiting to see you in the library.
Do you want me to go with you?
No, thank you, Steven. I'm sure I can manage by myself.
- Sergeant. - How do you do, sir?
- Sit down, won't you? - Thank you.
Sorry to bother you on a day like this. You just got out of the hospital.
But I have some information that I feel is very important.
It concerns Joel Abrigore, the individual who kidnapped Mrs. Carrington.
- Yes, what about him? - We've located his car.
I should say the wreckage of his car. It burned yesterday.
- And what happened to Abrigore? - We don't know.
What do you mean you don't know?
The licence plate showed that he'd rented the car.
But after a thorough search of the debris,
we didn't find any human remains.
There was nothing but a woman's purse nearby,
with a credit card under the name of Rita Lesley.
That's the woman who was impersonating your wife.
Meaning that these two obviously escaped.
Is that what you're trying to say, sergeant?
Yes, sir.
Apparently both the man and the woman
were thrown free from the car before it exploded and--
Yes, they escaped.
I don't know how I'm gonna tell this to my wife.
Not right now, anyway.
Damn it.
Wherever they are, sergeant, you've got to find them.
I promise you I'll never leave you, Kristina.
Ever.
I was right, wasn't l?
She's getting bigger and more beautiful every day.
Oh, how we missed you.
Oh, Blake.
Thinking of both of you is what pulled me through
all those terrible nights and days.
Oh, when I think about that woman holding Kristina in her arms.
Darling, the three of us are back together again.
You've got to stop thinking about what's happened.
The nightmare is over.
You're the one I should be concerned about.
You just got home from the hospital.
And I promised your doctor I'd see you got lots of rest.
What I need is having you back. That's all I need.
What is it?
What's the matter?
Blake, they threatened Kristina so many times.
Darling, I've got extra security guards on.
You and Kristina couldn't be safer or more secure.
Blake, they have to catch them soon
and lock them up where they can't hurt anybody ever again.
They will. Believe me, they will.
Look at her.
Beautiful, isn't she?
Not quite as beautiful as her mama, but beautiful.
Well, well.
Sammy Jo reading.
And not a comic book. I'm impressed.
What are you doing here, Alexis?
Oh, I came to visit my horses and to talk to you.
Well, why don't you go back to the stalls,
because I don't want to talk to you.
Why not? Is it because you're being your usual snippety self or--?
Or what?
Or that you have something to hide about Auntie Krystle.
If I did, Alexis, you'd be the last person I'd tell.
So, if you'll just get out of here--
Rita Lesley.
Yes, Rita Lesley. Wasn't that the name of the actress
who was impersonating Krystle?
Hm?
And you were the one who discovered her, weren't you?
In a New York bar on West 51st.
Do you want me to remind you of the date?
Colbyco has a New York office
and we have an excellent private investigator there
who brings me all sorts of fascinating information.
Which is what I want from you right now.
Unless of course you would like me to go to the police with all of this.
What is it you want to know?
That's better.
All right, now tell me about the nature of the relationship
between Auntie Krystle and nasty Mr. Abrigore.
He kidnapped her. She was his victim.
So much for the dry facts. Now let's get down to the nitty-gritty.
Were they attracted to each other?
Well, maybe he was to her. She's a beautiful woman.
How much time did they spend with each other in the attic?
They brought her food and clothes, things to read.
And what about sex? Did he bring her sex?
- What? - Oh, come now, Sammy Jo.
You of all people should know what I'm talking about.
- Did they sleep together? - No, they didn't.
But you weren't in the attic all the time. It could have happened, couldn't it?
I was never in the attic with them.
You were never in the attic with them?
So it did happen.
- Look, Alexis, I know my aunt. - Who is totally inviolate.
Krystle loves Blake. She would never let another man touch her.
- Which is what she's told you to say. - She didn't tell me anything.
Look, we all know you for the gold-digging slut that you really are.
And right now she's paying you for your silence.
- lsn't that right? - It isn't.
If it isn't, if, then you are merely being loyal to a woman
who could have thrown you in jail had she pressed charges against you.
Aren't you gonna get it through that head of yours
- that what I'm telling you is the truth? - The truth?
That word is as foreign to you, Sammy Jo,
as Mandarin Chinese is to a Colorado cowboy.
You've always been a liar and a leopard doesn't change its spots.
Anyway, thank you for the information.
It's all been extremely useful.
Enjoy your book.
Apologise?
It's only a word, Sammy Jo.
It hardly begins to cover what you did.
I was angry and I wanted my money. That was all.
It got out of control.
I'm so sorry, Aunt Krystle.
I know I'm gonna be prosecuted for this and I should be.
I'm willing to take whatever's gonna happen.
You really mean that, don't you?
For once in your life, I think you're telling the truth.
I am.
Right now I am so angry with you,
I'd like to shake the hell out of you if I thought it would do any good.
Sometimes--
Sometimes when I see you, I remember lris' daughter.
The baby I used to hold in my arms
and lullaby to sleep when her mother was sick.
And then I remember all those miserable nights and days
I spent in that attic,
wondering if my baby was alive and if I'd ever see her again.
You did help save Blake's life, and mine.
And that's the only reason we're not pressing charges.
That, and if you agree to cooperate with the police
and testify against the two of them when they're caught.
I will. I will, Aunt Krystle.
I put you through so much and I'm sorry.
What's happened is over. And so is this conversation.
Dex, is Mommy here?
No, no.
Good, because I came to see you.
That's blunt enough.
Dex, do you remember the other day in the elevator?
You asked me about my marriage and I said everyhing was all right.
Except it wasn't.
I could see that then, I can see it now.
There's nothing I can do about it.
Dex, listen.
My husband is more concerned about his country.
And I know that you...
What about me?
Well, I know that you're having problems with Alexis.
Maybe we've both made mistakes.
And maybe our problems have a common solution.
You're forgetting you're a married woman, Amanda.
And that little lapse of memory makes you a dangerous woman.
Very dangerous.
Why are you so restless?
I was just thinking about something Amanda said today.
Amanda?
She dropped by for a couple of minutes.
To see you.
So instead she saw you.
Alexis, why don't you cut your losses?
I mean, just bail out of this deal with Galen while you can.
Dex, I am not in the mood for business talk.
I am in the mood for a good night's sleep
and I'm sick and tired of you nagging me about my Moldavian deal.
Well, I have no intention of letting you be taken.
So, what do you intend to do, challenge Galen to a duel?
That would be fun, but no, Alexis.
What I am going to do is talk to some medical people.
Find out what's going on.
Find some way to prove my gut instinct that this man is a snake.
[KNOCKlNG]
- Who's there? - Adam.
Come in.
Claudia, it's so good to see you.
You mean it's so good to see the wife that you betrayed?
What are you talking about?
Oh, you don't know.
No, I don't know.
Oh, Adam, I've looked and I've listened to you lie to your father over the years,
and just about everybody else that you've come into contact with.
- And now I suppose it's just my turn. - That is not true.
Oh, spare me your protests.
You didn't just notify my lawyer that I had no claim to that well.
You threatened to sue me unless I dropped the whole thing.
- Claudia, listen to me. - Why?
Because we are so close in spirit.
Because we're the two outsiders who have got to stick together.
Your life has been hell. I know that.
I'm the only person who has really understood your pain.
Because I've suffered it too.
I was raised in Montana by this--
This old woman.
I was sick on drugs as a teenager,
because I couldn't face the grey life I was leading.
I had no friends.
No one who really cared.
Except Dr. Edwards.
I had a breakdown. He stayed with me through the whole thing.
And I recovered.
And I finally found out who I am.
I finally became a Carrington.
But never accepted.
Like you, Claudia, never really accepted into the family.
But we can show them who we are. We can if we stay together.
We can beat them at their own game.
Don't you understand?
You lied to me and I don't trust you and I never will again.
Now, Adam, just get out. Get out. Go on.
- Adam. - Father.
Shouldn't you be upstairs resting?
No, no, no, I'm fine. Feeling much better.
Besides I've got a lot of paperwork to catch up on.
I heard you were out of town today.
Yes, I drove to Colorado Springs to talk to an expert on injunctions.
- I think I got some good advice. - Fine, fine.
Claudia drive down there with you?
No. She's in New York.
A high-school friend got married. She went to the wedding.
In fact I called her from the Springs.
She sent you her love and her wishes for a speedy recovery.
How's Krystle? Is she all right?
She's been through a terrible ordeal.
I think she's a lot more shaken by it than she's letting on.
If there's anything I can do.
Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, there is.
See to it that there is no publicity about her kidnapping
and that incident that I've been involved in.
I don't want to make a difficult decision worse.
- She's suffered enough. - I'll try my best.
You'll do it, Adam.
Of course, Father.
Oh, by the way, I want to thank you
for handling all those things down at the office so well while I was ill.
You did a fine job. I'm proud of you.
I'm just glad that everyhing ran smoothly
and things seem to be fine all around.
This is Mrs. Carrington.
I need information in Billings, Montana.
Thanks.
Hi, I'm calling from Tulsa.
I need the phone number of a Dr. Edwards.
No, mm-mm. I don't know his first name.
Well, can you just give me any Edwards who are listed?
I'll hold on. Thanks.
Ah, Mr. Dexter.
You know something, Your Majesty?
I pride myself on being an educated man.
I know something about many things. What specifically are you referring to?
I'm on to you.
You've been taking my wife's money, bleeding her.
I'm not gonna stand for that.
I don't know what on earth you're talking about.
I just came back from talking to some people at Cheney Hospital.
I learned a few facts about your paralysis.
I don't believe you haven't made any progress yet.
Well, go on. This is fascinating.
Movement in your legs should have begun a long time ago.
Starting in your toes, then your ankles.
You should be able to walk by now.
Which I've been praying for since my surgery.
Well, tell me, then, why am l perpetrating this charade, this fraud?
Because that is what you are. A fraud.
You're only stalling so you can keep on bleeding my wife for money.
Well, I am not gonna let that happen.
Walk, damn it. I know you can.
Did you hear me, Galen?
Walk.
Dex, stop it. Stop it. God.
It's all right. He's probably been drinking.
Oh, God.
- Are you hurt? - No, it's all right.
- He's hurt you. - It's all right.
You better get out of here, Dex. Right now.
Are you sure that's what you want?
Oh, yes. Yes, I'm sure. I'm damn sure.
Krystle, I'm extremely busy.
Some of us do have to work for a living.
So you have exactly two minutes.
Sammy Jo phoned me.
She spent two days wrestling with not wanting to heap any more on me,
but finally she told me about your visit and your disgusting inquisition.
Oh, dear. Did I upset the poor sensitive little thing?
You threatened her.
Oh, I told her that I might go to the police
and that she would be indicted.
Alexis, none of this is any of your business.
Are you annoyed that I asked her questions about you and Joel?
Annoyed? I'm furious.
And in case Sammy Jo didn't make it clear to you, I will.
Nothing went on between us.
Because you're so in love with Blake.
Do you know what the word "propinquity" means, Krystle?
That means that being locked up in a room with somebody for weeks on end
can turn even the most virtuous person into...
Into what, Alexis?
Well, you finish the sentence. You were the one in the attic.
Alexis, just when I thought I couldn't possibly loathe you any more than I do,
I find out that I'm wrong.
You're not my only enemy, Krystle.
But at least the others aren't hypocrites.
Oh, your two minutes are up.
Stay out of this, Alexis.
Is that a threat?
You're damn right it is.
[JAZZY MUSlC PLAYlNG ON STEREO]
Hello.
Dominique, hello.
DOMlNlQUE: My goodness.
It's Dominique only when I am happy to see you, young lady.
Okay. Hello, Mother.
Oh, Jackie, what the hell are you doing here?
Last I spoke to you on the phone in Lausanne--
I told you everyhing was fine, terrific.
And everyhing was then.
But?
But yesterday they asked me to leave
the illustrious L'Ecole de la Chatelaine.
Or in plain English, they kicked me out.
Really?
And why?
I would like that answer in very plain English.
I wasn't present and accounted for at a bed count on Monday.
In fact I didn't return at all until morning.
Do you mind telling me where you were and with whom?
I was out hiking, Mother, alone.
In the middle of the night, Jackie?
It was a very special night.
I heard there was going to be a meteor shower near dawn
and I wanted to see it desperately.
And I did. It was fantastic.
And that's the reason they kicked you out of school?
Yes.
Well, we'll just have to have you reinstated.
Mother, please, don't.
Don't call them.
I don't want to go back.
Maybe that's why I stayed out that night, Mother.
I've missed you so much.
When you were running your clubs in Rome and Paris,
I could get on the train or hitchhike to come and visit you.
But now that you're here in Denver, Mother, I've missed you so much.
Oh, darling.
I've missed you too.
And I love you.
But what about your education?
You're only 19 and there's still so much you must learn.
But, Mother, there are schools here. Good ones.
And I can be near you.
Mm-hm.
Suppose I tell you that I don't want you hanging around.
I wouldn't believe that.
And you wouldn't really mean it, would you?
No, I wouldn't.
I love you and I want to get to know you more.
So please, let me stay.
Please?
Okay, while you're thinking about it, you can open up your present
I brought back for you from Switzerland.
I'll give you one hint.
It's not a cuckoo clock this time.
Thank God.
Why are you doing this?
What do you want from me?
What?
No!
What is it, darling? What's the matter?
He said I'd never see you again.
Come on.
Oh, Krystle, you've had such a bad time of it.
Why don't I take you away for a week or two?
Remember that pretty little house on Maui
with nothing and no one around for miles?
We could lie on the beach and maybe sail a boat
and just be together.
No. I don't want to leave this house.
Not now. I can understand that. But in a couple of days when you're--
No. Never.
I never want to leave this house again.
So she said to me,
"You have the nerve to question Sammy Jo about Joel Abrigore and me.
Well, nothing went on in that attic, Alexis, so you stay out of this,"
So I said to her, "ls that a threat, Krystle?"
And she said, "You're damn right, it is,"
- So... - So?
So isn't it obvious that that's why she burst in here?
- Why else would she be so upset? - Why else?
Mother, those are pretty serious accusations.
I mean, all that stuff about alleged business in the attic.
"Alleged," You sound like an attorney.
Defence attorney. Her defence.
Look, I don't know what you're trying to prove.
But Krystle sleeping with another man, she wouldn't do that,
so why don't you just drop it?
Steven, do you remember what happened to Patty Hearst?
It's a syndrome.
You know, a woman will often give in to her captors.
I think it's called hostage syndrome.
You're right about that.
- Of course I'm right. - You're right to a point.
I mean, if the situation got heavy enough, any woman might give in.
- Then you do agree with me. - No, I don't agree with you, Mother.
I'm saying in theory--
Steven, I don't have time to argue with you about this.
I have a very important appointment across town.
- So I will see you later, darling. - Bye.
Bye, darling.
You know, I've always found you to be a fascinating woman, Mrs. Dexter.
Right now my fascination extends to your being here.
Why are you here?
I have a fascinating story for you.
One that I know your readers are going to be enthralled with.
In fact, it could be your story of the year.
I even have the headline for you: Krystle Carrington, love slave.
You are talking about Mrs. Blake Carrington?
Yes.
The one and only. The second Mrs. Carrington.
You see, she was kidnapped
and held captive in an attic for weeks and weeks.
Her kidnapper was a man.
Tall, dark and handsome, as you would say.
Uh-huh.
I'm sure that you and your readers can just imagine
what went on in that attic.
No, but it sounds delicious.
Yes, it certainly is.
But first things first.
I want you to get your cleverest reporter,
one with the longest knives.
I know that I can get him or her into the mansion
to find out all the facts.
Every single one.
Krystle Carrington, love slave.
There'll be a stampede to every supermarket in the country.
Yes.