Aren't you going to work today?
Why should I? Everybody sees me as a lounge lizard.
Well, terrific. I'll lounge a while more.
And then I think I'll go shopping.
Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll send the bill to Blake Carrington.
Or maybe to you.
I've got the name. I might as well enjoy the game, huh?
My car's in the repair shop. Again?
Again. I'm expected at the Patricks'.
I'd appreciate you getting your act together getting shaved, dressed
and dropping me off.
Let Michael take you. Michael's busy.
Borrow Krystle's car.
Well, what happened to the Denver taxi fleet?
Are none of the drivers cute enough for you? Cute.
You're the one who's so damn cute,Jeff, the other night.
Ah, at last. The other night.
Yeah,you werejust about as cute as you could be, weren't you?
You embarrassed me, you embarrassed my father...
you embarrassed your uncle.
Messing around with his date?
That's not like you,Jeff.
You know, he really liked that girl.
Did you get that much satisfaction in hurting him like that?
Did I really?
Well, that was probably the first time in 40 years anyone's managed that.
And you know what? I'm glad it was me.
Well, I always was a late bloomer...
but I'm tryin'.
Okay. You made your point.
You showed everybody what a tough guy you are.
Now, why don't you drop the Bogart act and get your clothes on?
I married you, didn't I? That's what you wanted, isn't it?
You knew what you were getting into. Nobody kept any secrets from you.
You're standing in my sun.
One thing about us lizards
we like the sun and quiet.
We're like those iguanas down in the Galapagos.
Give us a clear sky, the sound of the wind, kelp to nibble on...
and we're happy.
What we don't like are shrikes.
They swoop down and devour everything they can.
Everything, including their husbands.
If they happen to have been perverse enough to have married an iguana...
they try to devour the iguana.
Jeff, don't you dare!
Oh! Oh!
You come back here!
You're gonna be sorry for this!
I thought I was being stood up.
Would you have been disappointed?
Well, I was almost hoping that you wouldn't show.
Would you rather I went back? No, I would not.
Thanks. The mattre d' was very concerned.
He said, ""Are you sure that Mr. Carrington had a luncheon reservation?''
Here. It came in.
Geophysics Potential and Projection for the '80s.
Aren't you going to open it?
Steven, what's wrong?
I was with Ted last night.
He came in from New York unexpectedly.
I mean, I didn't even know he was coming in.
We spent the night together.
It wasn't something that I wanted to happen. IItjust happened.
We were sitting there, talking about the old days.
Please, don't go.
Why not? 'Cause I don't want you to.
Is he still here? Yes.
Then why should I stay?
Because I've got to explain this to you.
But how can you? I mean, can you even explain it to yourself?
Because I don't understand it.
You've gotta know that things aren't that clearcut in life.
You love Matthew, you love me.
I love you...
and I spent the night with somebody...
who's very
Claudia, I'm fighting too.
It's not that easy for me, where I am right now, either.
When will I see you again?
I don't know.
Bobby, give me those channel locks, will you?
What the hell's the matter with you? I said channel locks, not
Can I try again?
What are you doing out here?
I just needed to see you, that's all.
You drove out here just to see your old man covered in grease and smut?
Mmhmm.
Hey.
You're gonna get this stuff all over you.
I don't care.
I just need to be close to you.
Want to go for a walk?
Hmm.
Uh, are you gonna tell me what's on your mind...
or do I have to take you up to that rig...
and hold you upside down by your pretty ankles till you do?
Matthew?
Do you think we can go someplace?
Tonight? No, that's not what I mean.
Well, you want to go up to the lake this weekend?
I wanna go somewhere far away from here.
Just you and me and Lindsay.
Far away. I just wanna make a fresh start.
Claudia.
Look around you here.
This is the fresh start.
Not for me.
Well, this is what I came back home for
to build something for us you, me, Lindsay.
And now it's it's beginning to work.
I We just can't walk away from that.
What if I said it was really important for me?
What would you do?
Claudia.
What are you trying to run away from?
I mean...
the last time I went through this...
it was demons and bats...
and... people listening in on your conversations.
I'm not getting sick again. I'm really not.
That's not what you have to worry about.
Then I have to answer ""no,'' because you're not making any sense.
Isn't it enough that I just asked you?
I mean, isn't that enough, Matthew?
It's not, is it?
I can see that it's not enough.
Claudia?
You came out here to tell me something, and now you're holding back.
I'll be all right. Don't worry. I'll be fine.
This is our first stop. I'll wait in the car.
No, no, no, no. Please, come with me.
[ Man ] An evaluation, as usual.
You said you paid $60,000 for this, Mr. Carrington.
Yes, that's right. May I ask where?
At Beauvais.
Oh, yes.
God rest his soul.
Oh, sad, wasn't it?
Yes, yes. Very sad, indeed.
Hmm. Well, now...
you got yourself quite a bargain with him, didn't you?
Did I? Oh,yes. Indeed.
I must tell you, as an honest man
You see, I've built my reputation...
on honesty, honesty.
Well, Mr. Channing, how much would you say that was worth?
Right now, as we speak? Seventy thousand.
Seventy? Hmm.
Are you sure?
They are very fine stones.
Perfectly cut.
But are you sure?
Oh, the price.
Well, it may be worth more to some...
but I have to leave a margin for profit, you understand?
I didn't mean that.
Oh, what did you mean, darling?
Nothing.
May I ask my cashier to make out a check to you?
No.
Mr. Channing, my wife appears to be more partial to that necklace...
than I originally thought she might be.
I believe we'll keep it.
Thank you very much though for your trouble.
You're perspiring.
I don't feel very well.
You're tight as a drum.
Mr. Carrington, Mrs. Carrington.
Joseph, would you have a couple of brandies sent to the library, please?
Of course, Mr. Carrington. Mrs. Gunnerson.
Feeling better?
What is it, Krystle?
You set the whole thing up, didn't you?
You've known about it all along.
The necklace, the money.
You bought the real necklace back from Mr. Volkert...
and then you made me go through the charade of trying to sell it.
Why'd you do it, Blake?
To punish me?
Well, it's all over.
I believe you've learned your lesson. We can let it pass.
What lesson, for God's sake?
You may think I did something wrong. I don't.
Oh? Perhaps you'd like me to believe that Matthew Blaisdel...
should be some sort of charity of mine...
that he lies somewhere between the Red Cross and Boys Town.
What is this obsession you have with destroying Matthew Blaisdel?
I said that it was over. Let it pass.
It's not over.
It won't be over until I sign some kind of affidavit...
saying I am not sleeping with Matthew behind your back...
until I agree to be locked away in this castle like Rapunzel...
talk to no one, see no one...
and only come out when you choose to display me...
on bank holidays and St. Valentine's Day.
[ Door Opens ]
Excuse me, Mr. Carrington.
Yes. What is it,Joseph?
You wanted me to remind you.
Michael is waiting to drive you back into town...
and I know you wanted to take this with you. Yes, I'd forgotten.
Thank you.
We, uh We can discuss this later.
[ Door Opens, Closes ]
You haven't finished your drink, Mrs. Carrington.
I don't want it. Thank you. You can take it away.
What was that?
I said, you could take it away...
or you can have it taken away.
I keep forgetting you're not a servant, but the majordomo around here.
Mrs. Carrington, I don't like your tone of voice...
and I don't think that you're in any position to speak to me that way.
What do you mean by that? You know what I mean.
I belong here, you don't.
Would you like me to tell Mr. Carrington you said that?
I don't think Mr. Carrington's all that pleased with you at the moment.
I don't think that you'll tell him that. Hmm?
[ Coughs, Sniffs ] What'd you forget, your key?
[ Chuckles ] Excuse me.
Could you tell me where I can find Steven Carrington's apartment?
Sure. You're in the right place.
Oh, is, uh is he here? I'm his father.
Oh, Mr. Carrington.
No, Steven is not home yet. He, uh
Please, come in. Thank you.
Uh, my name's Ted. Ted Dinard.
I'm an old friend of Steven's. I'm in town for a couple of days.
""Dinard.'' Let's see, that's the name of a town in Brittany, isn't it?
Yeah. Drove through it once during the war...
about a week after Dday.
Beautiful place.
Yes, uh, on the Emerald Coast, as the French call it.
It's as green as the Riviera is blue.
So, you're an old friend of Steven's, huh?
From New York? No, from school.
Choate? No, I didn't go to prep school.
But I did go to Princeton.
Oh, that's where you two know each other from. Yes, sir.
I guess that's why we never met.
I was very negligent about visiting him there, except for graduation.
I did make graduation. Hectic day.
Yes, it was.
Oh, you were in the same class? That's right. Yeah.
Did you live in the same dorm? No.
Let's see. Where did he live?
Stafford Little, I think. I wrote to him there.
Yes. Stafford Little Hall.
I roomed off campus.
With your lady, as they say nowadays, huh?
Yes. As a matter of fact, yes.
Graduation day.
I didn't meet you, but I did meet the president of the university.
Interesting man.
His name escapes me for the moment. Uh
Bowen, wasn't it?
No, no. No, no. It was, uh It was Bowers.
Um No, no.
No, I believe it was Bowen.
Right?
Dad. Hello, Steven.
I've been telling your father about the old days Princeton.
I'll go get dressed. Excuse me.
How'd work go today? Okay.
I get good reports on you.
I brought you something.
A little housewarming gift.
Obviously, an ice bucket.
Not so obviously, at least not to me...
I brought you a little brass cricket...
for the hearth.
Means good luck and happiness.
I'd never heard of it before. It was Krystle's idea.
Well, thank you, Dad.
And thank her for me.
Would you like something to drink?
We have red wine, beer. Oh, no, thank you. Not right now.
I'm sure you and your friend have got a lot of old memories to recapture.
I've gotta get going back.
If you'd like to come up to the house for dinner tonight, we'd love to have you.
No. We have plans. We're going to meet some friends from school.
Princeton?
Yes. I'll be by sometime tomorrow...
pick up the rest of my stuff.
Probably tomorrow night. Fine.
Good luck here, Son. Very pleasant place that you have.
And, uh, say goodbye to Ted for me, will you?
Goodbye, Dad. And thanks again.
Took you long enough.
Can I have the keys? Here you go.
And there's a message goes with it. Who from?
Mr. Gruber, the mechanic.
He said to tell you that thing down there is a transmission...
and not a Mixmaster.
Amusing. He didn't think so.
A machine like that is a poem to him...
and to me too.
Any other verses I should be let in on?
Yeah. You're spoiled rotten.
That's me, not Gruber. You have no appreciation.
A car like that costs upwards of $80,000...
and you treat it like a pickup truck.
But it's something very, very special...
and to be handled special...
like a woman.
I wouldn't know about that.
Let go of me!
What do you like more, Fallon?
Getting shoved in the pool? I think I can arrange that.
Tonight? Tomorrow night? Both of us?
I push,you go splash? Name it, Fallon.
Denver's okay.
I mean it. Denver's really okay.
Don't you miss New York, Steven?
Sometimes.
Okay, which way to the opera?
What?
Opera. You know, like in the Met?
Like that time last year when we sat in the dress circle...
and watched Pavarotti belt out those nine high C's?
We cheered and yelled, made ourselves hoarse while he's standing out there bowing away?
Remember that night, Steven? Yeah, I do.
Well, at least they have ""talking picture'' theaters here in Denver.
Want to take in a film?
No, I can't. I'm studying.
To be what?
A petroleum tycoon. Okay?
Like your father?
No. Like myself.
Boy, that little visit of his really threw you, didn't it?
No, Ted, it didn't throw me.
I know where I'm going.
You find the emotional strength to handle this?
You're in limbo, buddy.
Emotional limbo.
You're not in heaven, and you're not in hell.
I'm sorry.
I remember what it's like too.
Go on. Get out of here. Go home. Study.
I'll take in a film...
or something.
I should be home in about an hour. I'll see you then.
I'm Ted Dinard.
I know. How?
I saw your picture. Did Steven show it to you?
He asked me to get something for him one night.
I opened his drawer, and there was your photograph.
I said, ""This must be Ted. '" He said, ""Yes. '"
Would you like some coffee?
Yeah. It's in the back. Come.
Our only chair.
Sit.
Do you take cream and sugar? No. Black, please.
Here. Oh, thank you.
I always knew we'd meet.
I just tried to imagine where.
And did you eventually? Hmm.
It was a wood, a forest.
There was fog.
I was there alone.
You came out of the fog toward me.
I suppose that symbolizes something.
Confusion maybe.
Veiled fearsyours.
Maybe.
You're afraid right now. Aren't you?
You know that Steven's relationship with you is only to prove something to himself.
You have absolutely no idea what goes on between Steven and me.
I know something about love...
and loving...
and being loved.
Are you going to give him up?
Are you?
Look, doesn't it bother you that what we're doing is tearing Steven apart?
That we're all being torn apart?
Steven and me...
and you.
Well, I've I've known better nights than this. That's for sure.
Yeah, with your husband. What's that supposed to mean?
Obviously, you can't make your own marriage work.
If you think you're gonna take Steven and turn him around
What is that? A badge of honor, a validation?
Proof that you're a real woman?
That's an ugly thing to say. That really is.
I love Steven, Mrs. Blaisdel...
and I'll fight for him if I have to.
I'm sorry.
I don't usually behave this way.
When I came here tonight, I was hoping...
that you would be...
somebody wretched...
and somebody I could hate.
But I can't.
Goodbye, Claudia.
Hi. Is he drinking again?
Yes. Oh, it's too much. It's not like him.
Is there any of that veal left?
Oh, my husband stopped by and took it home.
But this is very good. Why don't you have some? It's there on the stove.
Oh, they didn't eat anything tonight.
Oh, well. Feed a cold, starve a fever.
There's been a fever in this house lately.
Mrs. Carrington is so lovely.
I hate to see her trying to cope with his ways.
Well, it seems to me she might try a little harder...
in exchange for all he gives her.
Ladies.
It's been said that gossip is part of the human condition...
a healthy interest in the people around us...
except that I don't appreciate it when the interest...
is in the man who employs us and feeds us.
We're only just saying,Joseph
I heard what you were saying about Mr. Carrington...
but what I didn't hear you say was that he's a good man...
who's in very serious trouble right now.
You see, he's hurting. Hurt.
Now, we've been together a long time, he and I...
and despite the difference in our stations, we're good friends...
and it offends me to see him hurt.
Forgive me, madam.
Mr. Carrington isn't feeling so well.
I think I may have to put him into bed.
If you don't mind.
I've got to talk to you, Blake.
Can you hear me?
[ Sighs ] Maybe it's just as well you can't.
I've loved you, Blake.
I've loved you the best I could.
And I believe that
that you've loved me...
in your own way.
But you frighten me.
You're so many different people.
Gentle... and sensitive one minute...
treacherous and brutal the next.
Maybe you have to be that way to survive in your world...
but I I can't live with the suspicion.
I can't live with the rage.
I love you...
but I can't live with you.
Joseph, what's Mrs. Carrington's car doing here?
Uh, I asked Michael to bring it around...
but she insisted I order her a taxicab instead.
Where is she? She's gone.
Gone? You mean that she's she's, uh she's gone out?
She's gone. She left early this morning carrying a small suitcase.
She said she'd send you a letter explaining it all.
How could you let her go? It wasn't my place to stop her.
Why couldn't you wake me up and tell me?
She ordered me not to.
She is the mistress of this house, as you so often reminded us.
You're not a bit unhappy about seeing her go, are you,Joseph?
Well, she'll be back. You can be sure about that. She'll be back.
I love her,Joseph.
I don't think I can bear to lose her.
Yes, I understand.
Perhaps I've been too hard on her.
That whole business about the necklace.
I don't think I was very fair about that.
I should have asked her to explain.
She'll be back.
You'll see. My wife will be back.
[ Krystle ] I'll be right back.
Yeah?
Matthew, it's Krystle. Krystle?
I'm, um, calling to say goodbye.
What? I'm leaving.
Where are you going?
Oh, I don't know. Maybe back into Ohio. I don't know.
Krystle. I've got to see you.
No, that that would be the worst thing.
Then let's do the worst thing.
[ Door Opens ]
[ Sighs ]
Krystle, I
I don't want you to leave. Not Not like this.
You have a wife, Matthew...
and a daughter.
For once in my life, I don't want to think about that.
I know you. [ Chuckles ]
If you don't now, you will later.
Goodbye, Matthew.
[ Knocking ] Come in.
What kind of thing is this? Leaving me a note.
I didn't invite you into this house, Ted.
Oh, excuse me. The Carrington house.
My father's house.
Look, I just want to pack a few things and go to my apartment.
Alone? Yes, alone.
Look, I mean, do you think you can just send me away with this?
Ted, I have to send you away.
And what are you gonna do?
Just stick around this town, messing around with a married woman from time to time?
I won't be seeing her anymore.
Then what is the plan, Steven?
Live alone, miserable...
occasional guy on the side?
Steven. Steven, please.
Look, there's a there's a plane that leaves for New York in an hour.
We could be on that plane.
Steven, please. We had something very special.
We had each other.
Steven, you and me
Ted, no.
Ted, it'sit's not you.
It's not Claudia. It's me.
It's me.
For God's sakes, I want you to understand.
And if you ever really loved me the way I loved you...
you'll understand.
[ Sighs ]
Oh, Mr. Carrington.
Jeanette, I wish Good evening, Mr. Carrington.
Joseph, is Mrs. Carrington back yet?
No, sir. Fallon and Jeff are they here?
I think Fallon is.
Steven is upstairs with a friend...
a Mr. Dinard.
In my house?
I'll kill him.
Next time I go to Central Park, I'll send you a pretzel.
But easy on the salt. Right.
This isn't easy for me.
It's not for me either.
Yeah.
Well, at least we've got good memories.
Take care, buddy. You too, buddy.
Get your hands off my son! Dad, we were...
I said, get your hands off him!
Damn!
No! No!
He's not breathing.
You've killed him.
Oh, Ted. Ted?