Suite 32, please.
Hello, this is Alexis Colby. Has she finished yet?
Good. Then schedule delivery for 1 1 :00 this morning.
[SlGHS]
[PHONE RlNGS]
Hello.
Mr. Creighton. Mm-hm.
La Mirage today. Thank you. Bye-bye.
Oh, good, you're ready.
For what?
For the trial, of course, darling. We don't want to be late.
Oh, yes, of course.
Well, you'll have to go without me. I have other business.
Cassie, you must cancel that business.
You told me you wanted to make a new life here in Denver.
What better way to do it than to be seen around with your sister,
who only wants the best for you?
I'm sorry, but--
The press will be there, photographers.
I can't. I have another appointment.
Oh.
Well, that's too bad.
I'll miss you.
See you later.
Toodle-loo.
REPORTER 1 : Mrs. Carrington? Let's get a shot of them.
REPORTER 2: Where is your husband?
He'll be here. Excuse us.
How does his ex-wife, Alexis Colby, fit into all of this?
You'll have to ask her.
REPORTER 2: Can we expect any surprises?
I have no comment.
REPORTER 3: When is Mrs. Colby arriving?
Steven. Steven Carrington? This is for you. Have a nice day.
REPORTER 1 : There's Ben, Blake Carrington's brother.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Can we get a photograph, please?
Ben. What is this?
My guess, nephew, is that it's a subpoena.
What's it for?
Whatever happened between you and my father happened before I was born.
Where is your father, Steven? Gonna come in the back way?
Yes, as a matter of fact, he is.
Figures.
Oh, Steven, have you seen Krystle and Amanda?
Yeah, they went inside already.
Mrs. Davis. Dad, I was just handed this subpoena.
What's that all about? I'm not part of this.
They're just trying to confuse us.
It's an old trick to throw us attorneys off stride.
Great, what am I supposed to say on the stand?
Well, whatever they ask you, just tell them the truth.
Your grandfather made his will on his deathbed, in front of three witnesses.
Whatever they try, they can't change the facts.
- We'd better get there in. - Why don't you and Steven go ahead?
I want to talk to Adam for a minute.
- Yes, Father? - Son.
For the past few months, we've, uh, had our differences.
But I think we ought to forget them now,
because whatever happens in there
could not only affect Denver-Carrington,
it could affect all of us, our whole family.
Father, you sound really concerned
about a case that's all but tied up for us.
You said it yourself, grandfather's will was drawn up and signed
in the presence of three witnesses.
You don't know my brother, I do. He can be brutal.
He's tough and he's a fighter.
We're not just walking into a courtroom,
we're walking into a war.
I've never run from a fight in my life. I'm looking forward to this.
And, Father, believe me, I do realise that at times like this,
the only important thing is the family.
Good.
- Let's go. - Okay.
DOMlNlQUE: Jackie?
What are you doing here?
- What's wrong? - My birth certificate, Mother.
- What about it? - I sent for it.
Pere inconnu: French for "father unknown,"
You lied to me about my father.
Jackie, you don't understand.
Miss Deveraux, you've been called to the stand.
Thank you.
Jackie, please, just go back to the hotel, wait for me there.
I will explain everyhing to you. I promise, please.
Miss Deveraux.
CRENSHAW: Laura Cox, your mother, now deceased,
told you Ben Carrington was responsible for his mother's death.
- Is that right? - It is.
She would refer to Ben as "the son who killed his mother,"
CRENSHAW: And that's the reason...
...Tom Carrington disowned his younger son?
Yes, it is.
Where do you suppose your mother heard this story?
From Tom Carrington.
So Laura Cox, now deceased,
heard this story from Tom Carrington, now deceased.
In other words, Miss Deveraux, your whole testimony
comes from two people who can't be called as witnesses, can they?
Mr. Crenshaw, my mother was one of the most scrupulously honest women
I have ever known.
I have absolutely no reason to doubt her word.
I would imagine you have no reason to doubt Tom Carrington, either.
- Is that correct? - That is correct.
CRENSHAW: After all, he was your father.
You must have been rather close, weren't you?
Weren't you, Miss Deveraux?
Or isn't it a fact you never met your father until the day of his death?
I met my father. I don't know that it's important when I met my father.
Miss Deveraux, you'll please answer the question as asked.
[SlGHS]
I met my father, Tom Carrington, on the day that he died.
We spent his last moments together.
Well, they must have been very touching.
This man of sound mind who, in one afternoon,
accepts you as his daughter, someone he's never seen before,
and then instructs you to keep Ben Carrington,
another man you've never met before, out of his will.
I don't care about the money. I don't need the money.
Well, that's very generous.
But the fact remains you got one-third of $500 million
because of a fairy tale told to you on your mother's knee, isn't that true?
Mr. Crenshaw, that was my father's last wish.
How fortunate for you.
That's all. Thank you, Miss Deveraux, no further questions.
[SPECTATORS MURMUR]
- Mr. Dexter. Hello. - Hello, Lin.
Mrs. Colby was supposed to leave some papers for me.
Ah, she did. They're upstairs. I'll get them for you.
Thank you.
[SlGHS]
DEX: Call me a romantic.
In the Lord Byron,
Gable,
and Dexter tradition.
Ha-ha-ha. You're so modest.
Do you want
and do you need proof of that, Alexis?
My God, Alexis.
BAlLlFF: Do you swear that the testimony you give before this court
shall be the truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
BEN: I do. BAlLlFF: State your name, please.
BEN: Benjamin Carrington.
I wonder what kept her.
It's called making an entrance.
Mr. Carrington, how long have you been estranged from your family?
Since my mother died.
During that time, did you have any contact
with your brother, Blake Carrington, or your father, Tom Carrington?
No, I did not.
In fact, until a few weeks ago you'd never met Dominique Deveraux,
who claims to know your life story.
- Is that correct? - Yes.
The story that we've heard is that your father disowned you
because he held you responsible for your mother's death.
If that were true, would you blame him?
Of course not.
Then how can you possibly feel you deserve to share in his estate?
Because I did not kill my mother.
Well, if you didn't, who did?
It was my brother, Blake Carrington.
That's a lie. That's not true.
- He killed her. - He's lying.
[GAVEL BANGS]
Mr. Carrington, instruct your client.
Father, please.
I will not tolerate any further outburst in this court, is that clear?
Yes, Your Honour, I apologise for my client.
Mr. Crenshaw, you may continue.
Now, Mr. Carrington, we've all heard the story of your mother's death
as told to Miss Deveraux by her mother,
as told to her by Tom Carrington, who heard it from Blake Carrington.
That's, um, triple hearsay, at best.
At worst, a terrible lie you've had to suffer with for years.
I think it's time we heard from someone who was actually there.
What did happen, Mr. Carrington?
- Well, the day of the fire-- - Of your mother's death?
Yes.
There was an emergency in the oil field.
Normally, my father, Blake and l would have been in the field.
Well, was this a normal situation?
BEN: No. My father was in New Orleans on business.
Leaving you and your brother at home alone.
Did your father leave any instructions before he went to New Orleans?
Yes. That my mother was not to be left alone under any circumstances.
Her leg was broken. She was bedridden.
And she was helpless?
Yes.
Well, what about the emergency in the field?
Well, one of us had to get out there.
- One of you had to stay behind? BEN: Of course.
But your mother was left alone, wasn't she?
Yes, she was.
And when the fire broke out, no one was there to save her.
Because the brother who'd been left behind was in town, drunk.
And in bed, himself, with a woman.
While my mother burned to death.
Now, Mr. Carrington, as sad as this story is,
it's just the same story that's been told over the years, isn't it?
Except that it was Blake Carrington in town, drunk.
He left her alone, and lied to my father to protect himself.
You caused her death. Admit it, Ben. He's lying, Your Honour.
Mr. Carrington, I warn you again,
I'll have order in this court, or I'll be forced to have you removed.
Were you in the field, Mr. Carrington?
Yes, I was.
Blake killed her, lied about it, and made me pay for it.
CRENSHAW: No further questions.
JUDGE: Cross-examine? - Thank you, Your Honour.
Mr. Carrington, why have you waited so long to tell your story?
Because my father waited so long to die.
Oh.
You were willing to suffer the tortures of the damned until your father died.
And until you realised that you were out $125 million, is that right?
I knew the truth would come out sooner or later.
Oh, it will, believe me, Mr. Carrington.
Now, when Tom Carrington returned and discovered this tragedy,
didn't you tell him it was your brother, Blake, who was responsible?
- Of course I did. - Didn't he believe you?
No. No, he didn't.
ADAM: A man is confronted with his wife's horrible death.
One brother blames the other,
but the father chooses to believe one over the other. Why?
They were...
They were very close.
You know that the only grounds under which you can contest this will
is if you can prove that Blake Carrington
exerted undue influence over your father.
Influence which unjustly turned your father against you.
Now,
isn't it a fact that for years, not only you, but Blake as well,
had absolutely no contact whatsoever with your father?
That's what he claims.
[CHUCKLlNG]
Well, we certainly have witnesses to that effect, don't we?
Did you make any effort to contact him?
He wouldn't see me.
When did he tell you that?
- Right after the fire? - Yes.
ADAM: After that, did you try to call him, or visit him, or see him?
Did you ever once, during all those long years,
ever try to tell him your side of the story?
It wasn't until you found out about the fortune that you stood to gain, right?
When I heard about my father's death--
You also heard about his will. Correct?
- Yes-- ADAM: Thank you very much.
No further questions.
[COUNTRY MUSlC PLAYlNG ON JUKEBOX]
You're Hawkins, right?
- That's Mr. Hawkins, friend. - I see.
You're the foreman out at the pipeline site.
That right, uh, mister?
Yeah. But as far as you're concerned, you better keep moving west.
- Oh, nothing available? HAWKlNS: Maybe, maybe not.
In your case, I'd suggest the San Joaquin Valley.
They're looking for lettuce pickers there.
[DEX LAUGHS]
Well, that's good. That, uh-- That's very good,
because you're gonna be looking for a job, pal.
I'm the Dex, as in Lex-Dex.
According to this report, you have some explaining to do.
I don't know what that report is you got, Mr. Dexter--
Look, I'm missing pipe, I'm missing equipment.
I've got overtime listed for workers that don't exist.
This your doing, Hawkins?
I don't know what you're talking about.
DEX: Then I've got two reasons for firing you.
Either you're responsible for this scam, or, as my foreman,
you should know what I'm talking about.
Eat your lunch, Hawkins.
Then go pick up your gear and get off my property,
or I'll throw you off.
[CHUCKLES]
Caress, I predict at least one year on the bestseller list.
I promised you a blockbuster, and I delivered.
What you delivered was your sister's head on a silver platter.
If you're worried about a lawsuit, Carl, don't be.
Alexis has always been public property. Just ask her husbands.
[LAUGHS]
Well, here's to success.
A fortune for your publishing house, serial and movie rights for me.
Uh-uh.
CARESS: This is our moment of triumph. Come on, a toast.
Later, my dear.
You said you'd get the presses rolling. They won't roll without this.
Let me put this in the mail to New York and I'll be right back.
All right.
Who said that sour grapes can't be sweet?
- Joey? - Yes?
Have you seen my daughter anywhere in the last couple of hours?
- Jackie? - Yes.
Uh, no, I haven't. She might be out at the tennis courts.
No, no, I looked. She isn't there.
Mrs. Colby.
Yes, I have an appointment with the manager, but I think I'm early.
- No, not at all, but I'll go look for him. - Thank you.
Dominique, what a surprise. Bored with the trial already?
I left the courtroom for personal reasons, Alexis.
Personal, yes. Word has it these days that his name is Garrett Boydston.
Garrett Boydston is none of your damned business, Alexis.
- But, ahh, as you are here-- - Yes?
I'd like to tell you that I have dealt with some low-down dirty fighters,
as low as they come,
but you've given them a new filthy meaning.
Don't tell me that you're pouting
because I missed your performance on the stand.
Well, the fact is, I've seen your act.
I thought you left because you realised you had organised this sick sideshow.
I know what it is.
Somebody said something to hurt your beloved Blake.
Is that it? What a pity.
Blake can take care of Blake. And he will.
But for you and Ben to violate graves, drag my parents into this--
I sat there while your lawyer demeaned my last precious hours with my father.
Referring to the truth as a fairy tale told to me on my mother's knee.
--for that, Alexis, I could kill you.
Then you'd be back on the stand performing again, wouldn't you?
If the truth does hurt, and it obviously does,
what do you expect me to do about it?
Why, you dirty little--
Don't choke on the word, spit it out.
Or has the former nightclub queen
become too much of a lady these days? Whichever.
All I know is there are only two kinds of wonders in this world,
gutless and my kind.
CRENSHAW: Now, Mr. Franklin,
do you remember the day of Ellen Carrington's death?
Oh, sure. Nice woman. She was always nice to me.
A tragedy.
You worked for Tom Carrington at that time, didn't you?
Oh, for years, sure.
Hard man.
- He was, uh, fair. He was always fair. - I'm sure he was.
But the day in question, the day of the fire, where were you?
In the field.
I mean, that was one hell of a day, let me tell you.
We had this derrick that almost collapsed.
Had a man stranded 20 feet up in the air.
Young Carrington went up there and got him down.
And then the news of the fire that killed--
Excuse me, Mr. Franklin.
There was a Carrington in the field with you?
Well, yeah, sure.
He was the one that was getting the fellow off the derrick
when we got news of the fire.
The young Carrington that was in the field with you the day of the fire,
is he in this courtroom?
Well, yeah. That's what this is all about, isn't it?
Very carefully, Mr. Franklin,
would you point to that man?
It was him. Ben Carrington.
[SPECTATORS MURMURlNG]
JUDGE: Order.
Alexis, what are you doing here?
You see how close we are?
I was going to ask you exactly the same thing.
Well, um, an old friend of mine, haven't seen her in ages--
Yes, and you're celebrating. How exciting.
Where is she? I'd love to meet her.
She... She, um...
Alexis, what are you doing here?
Well, actually, court is in recess for lunch
and I've come to ask you for your autograph.
Congratulations.
Sister Dearest is a wonderful piece of fiction.
You mean you've read it?
Well, of course I've read it. It doesn't take very long.
It's like a comic book without the pictures.
Sign it, will you?
It's going to be very valuable one day as a rare manuscript.
Rare? It's going to be a bestseller.
[LAUGHS]
A book has to be published to be a bestseller, Cassie.
It is being published, Alexis, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
Haven't you heard? I bought the publishing house,
and as of now, I own the rights to this piece of filth.
I also control its fate.
It's not really worth burning but what else does one do with trash?
I'll see you dead for this, Alexis.
If you're going to threaten me,
I suggest that you call me when you can stand on your own two feet.
You've got my number, and I've certainly got yours.
BAlLlFF: Please state your full name.
CLAUDlA: Claudia Blaisdel Carrington.
CRENSHAW: You've known the defendant
for quite some time, haven't you?
CLAUDlA: Yes, I have. Several years.
In fact, your late husband, Matthew Blaisdel,
was a competitor of his, wasn't he?
Well, I wouldn't exactly say competitor.
What do you mean by that?
It's rather hard to compete with a man as powerful as Blake Carrington.
CRENSHAW: The fact remains that Matthew Blaisdel
and Walter Lankershim, his partner, did compete.
Yes.
What was the result of that competition?
They lost.
After Blake Carrington destroyed Matthew Blaisdel--
Objection. Leading the witness.
JUDGE: Sustained.
Let me reword this.
After your late husband lost everyhing to Denver-Carrington,
you suffered a nervous breakdown, didn't you?
Yes, I did, but Blake saw that I was taken care of.
He could be very kind and very generous
to people that upheld his standards.
"His standards,"
I see.
Isn't it true, that for a time, you were the manager of La Mirage?
Yes, it's true.
- Are you now? CLAUDlA: No, I'm not.
I don't know why, but I was replaced.
In other words, Blake Carrington offered you the position
and then took it away without cause. Is that correct?
CLAUDlA: Yes, I suppose so.
I think it's the same thing that happened with the oil well.
With my inheritance.
Oil well?
You inherited an oil well?
From Walter Lankershim. He left it to me in his will.
I see. Well, that must have delighted you.
Yes, it did. It was my one chance to really break away.
To be independent.
- What happened? - Walter needed some money,
and so he went to the one person that could help.
- Blake Carrington? CLAUDlA: Yes.
And then Walter couldn't pay back the loan.
He put the well up as collateral.
And when he couldn't pay the loan, the well went to Denver-Carrington.
Now, I offered to pay back that loan and make good on it.
That well really should be mine.
Surely you told Blake Carrington this. What was his response?
Well, he said that, uh...
He said there was nothing that he could do.
That the well just belonged to Denver-Carrington.
CRENSHAW: Mrs. Carrington,
what did you do to turn so powerful a man against you?
Was there something?
I married his son Adam.
And in return?
And in return, he lied to me
and he took away my one chance to be independent.
CRENSHAW: Thank you.
- What are you doing? - I've got to cross-examine her, Father.
No. No, I will not dignify those accusations with answers.
Father, not to cross-examine her could be very, very damaging.
You heard what I said, Adam. No.
No questions, Your Honour.
Very well.
This court is in recess.
Claudia.
How could you do that? How could you say those things about Blake?
He twisted my words, Krystle.
I was in that courtroom, I didn't hear anyone twist your words.
I didn't wanna testify.
KRYSTLE: Well, it didn't sound that way.
Are you so desperate
that you'd turn against the man who's helped you the most?
Maybe the price for his help is just too high.
What price, Claudia? Loyalty? Love?
Or is it your damned oil well?
I listened to your words in there, and all I could hear was greed.
How could you turn against Blake like that?
How can you expect me to defend a man who would kill his own mother?
We've only got half an hour left in this recess.
Sure you don't wanna get something to eat?
I'm really not very hungry, Steven.
Where you going, Ben?
To wait until you're out of here, Blake.
What's the matter? Don't you have the stomach
to face up to what you've been doing?
Anything we have to say to or about one another, we say in there.
Well, whatever I have to say, I'm gonna say here and right now.
- That man Franklin-- - Well, what about him?
At first, I didn't remember him.
Then when he began giving that trumped-up testimony
about me on the day that Mama died, I did remember him.
Especially on that day,
because that was the day that one of our riggers was injured.
And Franklin and I had to climb up on a derrick to get him down.
And he and I did. We pulled him down. Together.
Good story, Blake.
Too bad for you that Franklin remembers things differently.
How much did it cost you? How much did you have to pay him to lie?
An interesting question coming from you.
But a natural question, right? I mean, isn't that the way you built up
your glorious and almighty empire over the years?
By paying off people when all else failed.
Dad, don't.
You already washed your hands. Don't dirty them on him.
[PHONE RlNGS]
- Hello. - Where the hell have you been?
What do you mean, where have I been?
I had important things to attend to.
Is anything more important than what's going on here?
I was there for a while and then I had to leave.
You see, I'm not into spectator sports
and sitting around has never won anybody a $125 million.
By the way, I know you've been living in the Australian outback for years,
but whatever happened to your backbone in that time?
What's that supposed to mean?
That means that if they call you back to the stand,
you'd better be stronger, Ben.
I saw you in action this morning and you were weak, to say the least.
This is no time to falter.
We are fighting a battle that could change your life.
So take a lesson from an expert, me, and give them hell.
Blake Carrington took you to court
in a custody battle over your own son, didn't he?
- Yes, but-- - Please just answer my question.
Why did he take you to court?
He disapproved of my lifestyle.
Blake Carrington disapproved?
So he tried to take your son away?
We came to terms.
Well, that was convenient.
But that wasn't the first time you and your father met in court, was it?
The Ted Dinard case.
He was your lover, wasn't he?
- Wasn't he? - We had a relationship, yes.
But that was a long time ago, and whatever happened--
That's the point I'm trying to get to, Mr. Carrington. What happened?
Why don't you tell the court, so they can all hear,
what happened to Ted Dinard?
There was an accident.
An accident?
Ted Dinard died, didn't he?
At the hands of your father, Blake Carrington.
This accident resulted in your lover's death.
Objection, Your Honour. Counsel is badgering the witness.
Counsel, simply ask the question.
If I remember, Mr. Carrington,
there was an argument at the time. What was that about?
My father wanted me to stop seeing Ted.
Your lover died after being physically attacked by Blake Carrington.
- lsn't that true? - I forgave my father a long time ago.
Your father disapproved of your love for another man.
That man died. Your father went to trial for that.
You testified at that trial against him, didn't you?
- A simple yes or no, please. STEVEN: There's nothing simple--
You testified against him. Yes or no?
- Yes. - What was the outcome of that trial?
- My father was found guilty. - I beg your pardon?
My father was found guilty.
- Guilty of what? - Voluntary manslaughter.
CRENSHAW: Voluntary manslaughter.
[SPECTATORS MURMUR]
No further questions.
Plaintiff rests.
JUDGE: You may step down.
Dad, I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do.
The Plaintiff has now rested his case. You may present your first witness.
Are you ready, Father?
You're damn right I am.
We've heard several bizarre stories here today
all asserting not only that you are responsible
for Ellen Carrington's death, but also that you lied about it,
and that you turned your father against his younger son.
Now, Mr. Carrington,
would you please tell us the truth?
My father was in New Orleans, on business.
My brother Ben and l were to take care of my mother,
who had broken her leg, and was bedridden.
There was an emergency phone call from the field,
as Mr. Franklin has stated.
That meant that one of us had to go out and handle that emergency
while the other one stayed at home with my mother.
- Who stayed behind? - My brother Ben.
I went out into the field.
- And what happened? - He left her alone. Helpless.
At the time of the fire, he was getting drunk in town,
crawling between the sheets with a local--
- Objection, Your Honour. JUDGE: Overruled.
My mother was left alone to die.
ADAM: In bringing this action,
Ben Carrington claims that you exerted undue influence over your father,
resulting in his being disowned by his father.
Did you ever exert such undue influence?
I didn't have to. Ben, all on his own, turned my father against him.
At any time at all, were you the cause of Ben Carrington's exclusion
from your father's life, or from his will?
No.
My father disowned Ben years ago.
The day my mother died, he never forgave him.
That went all through his life, to the moment of his death.
And at the time of his death, was Tom Carrington of sound mind?
Yes, absolutely.
No one influenced my father. He was his own man.
I thank you.
JUDGE: Mr. Crenshaw, do you wish to cross-examine?
I certainly would, Your Honour.
So you know what Tom Carrington was thinking.
Is that correct?
When it comes to Ben, yes.
I see. You must have been very close.
By the way, did you call him "Dad" or "Father" or "Tom"?
- Tom. - Was that always the case?
- Mr. Carrington? - No, it wasn't.
Isn't it a fact that this man to whom you were so close
you knew what he was thinking,
that you and this man had been estranged for years?
We had had some disagreements.
It certainly seems that way.
And yet, you claim to know the inner-most thoughts of a dying man
you hadn't spoken to for years.
Would you, Mr. Carrington, explain to the court
why you wanted to keep your father's death a secret from your brother?
I sent my lawyers to search for him. They looked all over for him.
Sir, you went halfway around the world to find your son, Steven,
when everyone told you he was dead.
You found him.
Seems to me you're a man who could find anyone if you wanted to.
I have spent years trying to forget Ben Carrington.
I've never forgiven him, and I never will.
As far as I'm concerned, the day my mother died, my brother died.
And that day, you became Tom Carrington's only son,
and heir to his estate.
Thank you.
That's all.
Mr. Crenshaw, do you have any rebuttal evidence you wish to put on?
Yes, Your Honour, I'd like to call to the stand Alexis Colby.
Hawkins, get out of my way.
What if I like it here?
I ain't in the mood for this.
I'm sorry.
For what? That I'm a woman?
Yes. No, no, I mean--
Look, I usually don't go around shoving people,
it's just been a rough couple of weeks.
For you, or for the people you shove around?
- Excuse me, Miss...? - Jennifer.
Just plain Jennifer, Mr. Dexter.
I work for you.
Well, in that case, let me buy you a drink.
- And it's just Dex. - Okay.
- Beer? - Yeah, fine.
Two beers. Whatever you got on tap.
I've been out at the site a million times.
I think it's funny that I haven't run into you.
That's good. You put in long hours.
[GRUNTS]
[MEN CHEERlNG]
MAN 1 : Yeah, come on.
MAN 2: Get him!
- Are you all right? - Yeah. I just got bruised is all.
You know, um, I can take care of that for you.
Well, thanks, but, uh, I'll pass.
I think I need to stay away from beautiful women for a while.
Mrs. Colby, if I'm not mistaken you were in the courtroom earlier
when Ben Carrington testified, isn't that right?
- Yes. - Was he telling the truth
in regard to the circumstances around his mother's death?
Yes, he was. The absolute truth.
"The absolute truth,"
Would you tell the court who was out in the field at the time in question?
It was Ben Carrington.
CRENSHAW: Would you repeat that, please? A little louder.
Certainly.
Ben Carrington was out working in the oil field
while his brother Blake was in town, drunk, seducing a young girl.
Mrs. Colby, how could you possibly know that?
Because I was the girl he seduced.
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- Order. CRENSHAW: Your testimony is that
while Blake Carrington's mother perished in that tragic fire,
he was in bed with you?
Yes.
We were engaged and Blake was extremely ardent.
I was very young and, uh, very innocent
and I was so much in love with him that I would have done anything.
I would have lied for him, anything.
Why did you keep this a secret until now?
Because I was completely under Blake's spell.
He told me that if I kept quiet about this
and let Ben take the blame for their mother's death,
that he would not back out of our marriage.
Your Honour, she's lying. I demand that this case be thrown out of court.
JUDGE: I will have order in this court.
Perhaps I was foolish, but I was so young and so in love.
And Blake always knew how to get exactly what he wanted from me.
CRENSHAW: Thank you.
Your witness.
Your Honour, may we have a moment, please?
All right, Mr. Carrington. A moment.
Thank you.
Father, I must not cross-examine Mother.
I couldn't be as tough as I'd have to be.
You mean you want Mrs. Davis to handle this interrogation?
If you're willing. We've already talked about it.
Fine. Just be as tough as you know how to be.
Apparently, a lot of men have known how to get what they want from you.
I beg your pardon?
Mrs. Colby-- Oh, excuse me, is it Mrs. Dexter?
Colby.
Ah, yes. You're recently divorced.
That makes you Mrs. Colby again.
That would be Mrs. Cecil Colby,
your second husband after your first husband, Blake Carrington,
but before your third husband, Mr. Dexter.
I don't quite understand the point of these questions.
I'm curious, Mrs. Carrington-Colby-Dexter-Colby,
as to why you would fabricate this story. What's in it for you?
Nothing. I am telling the truth.
Blake Carrington is a vindictive tyrant
who has lied and terrorized people all his life.
A vindictive tyrant? You know this for a fact?
Oh, yes, I was married to the man for seven years.
Well, you were married to several men, Mrs. Colby.
Uh, were they all vindictive tyrants?
My second husband died, Ms. Davis.
Yes, Mrs. Colby, and in your arms. Just like a black widow.
Objection, Your Honour.
JUDGE: Sustained.
Let's talk about Ben Carrington, shall we?
Didn't you recently fly to Australia?
And wasn't your purpose to find Ben without telling his brother, Blake?
I don't have any obligation to tell Blake Carrington anything that I do.
And I felt that Ben had a right to know about his inheritance.
Of course he does, but that's not the question here.
The question here is why you had to be the messenger.
Was it to protect Ben Carrington's interests?
A man you haven't seen or talked to in years?
Or to wreak vengeance on Blake Carrington
whom, just two weeks ago, you approached for a reconciliation?
That is not true.
Didn't you find Ben and bring him here
for no other reason than to strike back at Blake Carrington
for once again rejecting your rather amorous advances?
- No. - What are we supposed to believe?
Your claim that when you were a young girl,
Blake Carrington took advantage of you
and you have kept this terrible secret
Iocked in your tender bosom for these years and years,
and just now are feeling the guilt about it?
Everyhing that I have said is true.
Ellen Carrington burned to death in her bed,
while her son Blake Carrington was in another bed, mine.
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JUDGE: Order.
No further questions, Your Honour.
This court is in recess until Tuesday, at a time to be announced,
when I'll deliver my decision.
BAlLlFF: All rise.