04x26 - New Lady in Town

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( majestic theme playing)

( majestic theme playing)

Darling, you haven't
touched your breakfast.

Oh, I'm not very hungry.

Now, I'm gonna
take that new gelding

out for a little
exercise this morning.

I've asked Jeff to come along.

Give me a good
chance to tell him

the unhappy news
about that loan.

(sighs)

Unhappy news.

We've had our share
of it, haven't we?

Alexis, what she's doing to you.

And Mark.

I don't know, I just
don't understand it.

Why would he
want to k*ll himself?

I just can't believe it.

Well, the police seemed
to think that it was a su1c1de.

Why would you think otherwise?

Because I knew him,
Blake. I was married to him.

He had his share
of problems, but...

He certainly did.

He, uh, drank a little
too much, didn't he?

And he could never hold a job,
and he went from woman to woman.

He's dead, Blake.

For God's sake,
you're making it sound

like his life was meaningless.

Like he was a total failure.

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to upset you.

( melancholy theme playing)

The last time I saw him, he
said not to worry about him,

that he was sitting
on top of the world.

And then he said that...

That he knew someone who
would like to push him off that world.

Is it possible that...?

That he didn't commit su1c1de?

Is it?

BLAKE: I had a phone call
from Avril Dawson last night, Jeff.

JEFF: About the
loan? BLAKE: Mm-hm.

He said the banks had
refused our extension.

Which means that they're gonna
foreclose on Denver-Carrington

unless I can raise the
money in some other way.

JEFF: You know, I saw you
talking to Alexis last night.

It looked like heavy
talk. Was it about money?

Yeah, she made me an offer,
but you know what that means.

Sure. She sees it as a way
to take over the company.

BLAKE: Yup.

I told her

that I had reluctantly
done business

with another devil,
Rashid Ahmed.

I'd be damned if I was gonna
do business in hell twice.

Jeff, I had to
tell you this now.

After all, we're partners.

What about Fallon?

I'd like to keep
the news from her,

at least for a couple of
weeks before the wedding.

Why? Well, she's happy now,

and she hasn't been
happy in quite a long time.

And I'd... I'd like
her to enjoy things

for as long as possible.

Blake, when are
you going to realize

that Fallon isn't a
little girl anymore?

She's a grown woman.

But all I'm asking
you to do is...

What you're asking
me to do is lie.

Now, that's one thing you
don't do in business or family.

That's one of the most important
things I've learned from you.

Fallon has the right to know
the truth, and you know that.

( dramatic theme playing)

Promise me.

Anything in particular? Yes.

That every morning,
for the rest of our lives,

you'll wake me up with a kiss.

You'd better weigh what
you're getting for a husband

before we make any promises.

Oh, I know what I'm getting.

There's still time to
change your mind.

Would you care to
explain that, please?

Well, I don't know
if you'd exactly like

being married to a pauper.

Or nearly pauper. Oh, I see.

No, it's really pretty serious.

I spoke with Blake this morning,

and the loan extension
was turned down.

Jeff, would you please
get it through your head

that I am marrying you
because I finally realize

that we belong together.

Besides which, my
father will come through.

He always has.

Well, there's a chance that he
could lose Denver-Carrington.

That means I'd lose my share.

And I could lose La Mirage,

so we'll all be
losers for a while.

We'll just have to live off Mom.

( mellow theme playing)

LAIRD: Let's see.

Yes.

Two additional
personal holdings,

both real-estate ventures,
both nearing completion.

Carrington Plaza here in
Denver, Carrington Mall in Aspen.

Both of which I can sell and
raise part of the money I need.

Blake, you're talking
about a fraction

of what you really need.

Your pessimism is showing.

All right, then let's talk
about my football team.

It's unencumbered by any debts

with the best lineup of players
since you've owned the club.

Right. I'm getting to like
your attitude now, Andrew.

Uh-huh.

You, uh, might not like this.

I suggest a mortgage
on the mansion.

It's worth a fortune by itself.

Forty-eight rooms, the grounds.

What do you say, Blake?

All right. If necessary,
mortgage on my house.

And then, of
course, there's, uh,

Krystle's personal belongings.

Andrew, I am not going
to solve this situation

by taking anything away
from Krystle that I've given.

Now, is that understood?

All right.

What about the, uh, shale
oil extraction process?

It's worth a considerable
amount of money.

Yes, but only to those
who have shale oil leases.

And you know who's
at the top of that list.

I do. Alexis.

Be damned if I get
involved with her.

(sighs)

Blake, when business
opens tomorrow morning,

you might just realize

that you are not in
any position to choose.

( melancholy theme playing)

(Michael Jackson's
"Thriller" playing over stereo)

(music stops)

(sighs)

I thought I
recognized the music.

And I thought at
least, Auntie Krystle,

there'd be one little
bunch of flowers

to make me feel welcome.

Strange.

We were raised to bring flowers

when we're a guest
in someone's home.

I'm not a guest,
I'm Danny's mother.

Yes, you are.

That's why I invited
you here this weekend.

But I won't allow any
friction while you're here.

Not with anybody,
is that understood?

Don't worry. You're pregnant
and I'm real happy for you.

And there's no
way I'd wanna spoil

a minute of your life right now.

Well, that's very sweet of you.

Just stay sweet, Sammy
Jo, as long as you're here.

I will.

I will.

"Just stay sweet, Sammy Jo."

(sighs)

(Michael Jackson's
"Thriller" playing over stereo)

Ah! Oh!

(giggles)

You are Samantha? Thank you.

Yes. I am Adam.

We met once, briefly, a
little while ago. Mm-hm.

(blowing)

Well, hello, Adam.

And it's very nice to have
someone call me by my real name.

You know, I was gonna
do everything I could

to make you feel at home,

but that obviously
wasn't necessary.

Well, what is necessary, Adam...

(laughs)

is that I have a friend
in this big house.

And I hope, I truly hope,
that it turns out to be you.

(laughs)

Well, I guess I'd better go
to the gym and limber up.

This way, right? Right.

I've warmed it up for you.

Thank you.

(laughs)

( ominous theme playing)

(sighs)

How did you get in here?

Lied to the doorman.

I told him I'd forgotten my key.

What do you want, Dex?

I knew you'd need
to be with somebody,

after what happened
last night with Jennings.

(sighs)

I'd like to be alone right now.

If I'd wanted to
be with someone,

I've got three children
that I could call.

But they might not know

that you were in any
sort of trouble right now.

What's that supposed to mean?

I saw Mark Jennings
when I was in Hong Kong.

Oh?

Yes, he seemed very
happy with himself.

So I've got to wonder,

what went on here in
Denver after he got back?

Did it have anything
to do with the fact

that he was pumping me about you

before he ever went
to Hong Kong with you?

Or maybe he had
some scheme in mind

which he tried on you,
something you rejected?

The answer to all of
those questions is no.

And your imagination
is running away with you.

Is it? Yes, it is.

I have already told the
police everything that I know.

And I'm very tired,
I'd like to be left alone.

One thing first.

This is no time to stand
on your pride, Alexis.

And we may not
be lovers anymore,

but we can still be friends.

Oh?

How can two people still be

what they never
were in the first place?

Good luck, Alexis.

( ominous theme continues)

( mellow theme playing)

Morning, Mrs. Colby.
What is it, Tracy?

I know you've had
a terrible weekend.

This tragedy with Mark
Jennings, I'm sure...

Spare me your sympathies, Tracy,

and tell me what progress
you're making with Avril Dawson

and the information
about Blake and the loan.

In a word, none.

Change that to
two words, none yet.

May I ask just what you
think I'm paying you for?

To do the best job possible.

And do you think you are?

I'm trying, Mrs. Colby.

But not hard enough.

Look, I didn't sign
onto this ship of vipers

to become the company
whore. I told that to...

To whom?

To Dex.

And now I'm telling it to you.

About Dawson,

if you want something from
him, why don't you sleep with him?

I hear that's one
of your specialties.

Just when did
you tell this to Dex?

Better.

Where?

In bed.

A magnificent bed in Hong Kong

on which we made love,

and where we made a
plan involving me and him

and you.

Sort of a plan à
trois, you might say.

What sort of a plan à trois?

That I should go to work
for you and spy for him.

Oh, God.

Don't worry, he seems
to still have a thing for you.

I don't know why,

but I pity him,
whatever the reason.

And don't bother to say it,
"You're fired, Miss Kendall."

Because Miss Kendall just quit.

Lex-Dex.

You two deserve one another.

(door slams)

( majestic theme playing)

Welcome to La Mirage, Miss...?

Deveraux. Let's see.

(keyboard clicking)

Yes, we have a
beautiful junior suite

ready for you on
the second floor.

Junior suite?

I specifically asked for
a two-bedroom suite.

I don't sleep in my clothes,
nor do I sleep with them.

I require one bedroom for my
wardrobe and one for myself.

If you don't have a
two-bedroom available,

please call another
hotel in the area

that can accommodate me.

Hello, I'm Mrs. Colby.
I own La Mirage.

I don't think that will be a
problem. Do you, David?

No, Mrs. Colby.

Take Miss Deveraux's
luggage up to the Dorado suite.

Mrs. Colby?

You must be Alexis
Colby's daughter.

Yes, that's right. Fallon Colby.

I know it because I read
an article about your family

in an English magazine.

It's a lovely name for a
very lovely young woman.

Thank you.

I have heard so much
about your mother,

and about your father.

Fascinating people.

Yes, they are.

Well, if there's anything I can
do for you while you're here,

let me know.

In the meantime,
have a pleasant stay.

I intend to.

I intend to have
a memorable stay.

TONY: Sammy Jo?

Oh, sorry, I wanted to ride
Snowflake, not this old horse.

All right, it'll take
me a few minutes

to saddle him up
for you, though.

Oh, I'll wait.

Snowflake was always my
favorite when I lived here.

Who knows if I'll get another
chance to ride him, ever?

Okay.

( mellow theme playing)

(car horn honking)

ADAM: Kirby? KIRBY: What is it?

ADAM: Uh...

Blake is sending me to
Las Vegas this afternoon.

There's a potential
buyer for Carrington Plaza.

And, uh, I have an idea.

Why don't you come with me?

And then once the
meeting is over with,

you and I can be
married. What do you say?

That's a rotten idea, Adam.

I've been through one Nevada
quickie, and one was enough.

Yeah, but that was different.

That was a marriage
made out of...

Out of desperation.

I don't need you to
remind me what it was.

And I don't wanna have to
say it again. Forget Nevada.

Why is it every time I
make plans for our future,

you pull away from me?

As if the idea were
repulsive to you.

You know what I'm wondering?

If this marriage is
ever gonna take place.

That's exactly what
I've been wondering.

( dramatic theme playing)

(car starts)

( mysterious theme playing)

(car starts)

Here you go.

Oh, Tony, I've decided
not to go riding today.

There's been a
change in my plans.

( mellow theme playing)

Hi, darling.

Mother, what is it?

Oh, a problem's
come up in New York,

and I want you to handle it.

Okay.

But there's a problem
right here in Denver.

Oh, what's that?

I still can't get your friend,
Dexter, to work with me

or even answer my calls.

Forget Dex. I'll handle him.

Oh, and, darling,
about New York,

I'm sorry, but Gerald Wilson

took off in the company
plane this morning.

Don't tell me I have
to fly commercial.

I'm afraid so.

Well, I guess I can handle it.

Sammy Jo is flying
back to New York today.

I think I'll find out
which flight she's on

and book myself on another.

( majestic theme playing)

(knocking on door)

Sammy Jo?

What, Auntie Krystle?

We're going out to dinner,
and I've made arrangements

with one of the chauffeurs to
take you to the airport tonight.

What flight are you on?

Well, none right now.

I just got a call telling me the
ad campaign's been postponed,

so I'm gonna stick around
Denver for a while to be with Danny.

It's okay if I stay here
in the house, isn't it?

Well, sure, uh...

Exactly how long
is a little while?

(sighs)

Look, if I'm not
welcome here, just say it.

I mean, I can always
pack up my son

and move back to
La Mirage with him.

You can stay here, Sammy Jo.

I'll tell the family.

(door closes)

( Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just
Wanna Have Fun" playing)

♪ Oh, girls Just
wanna have fun ♪

♪ Oh, girls Just
wanna have fun ♪

( dramatic theme playing)

Miss Deveraux, how's everything?

Just divine. Good.

Won't you join me for a moment?

Sure.

Clay, could you bring
me a cup of coffee?

Right away, Mrs. Colby.

So is this your first
time in Colorado?

Yes, it is.

When I was a child,

I used to adore reading
about the Wild West.

I just gobbled it up.

(both chuckle)

Well, I'm afraid there's nothing
very wild about Denver anymore.

Thank you.

As our chamber of
commerce would put it,

it's a city that's booming
in industry and wealth.

Wealth.

Yes, I understand your mother

is the single richest
woman in all of Denver,

and possibly in
the entire country.

Tell me all about her.

All about her?

Yes, well, you know,
the more, the better.

I know that she
was born in London.

She went to school
in Switzerland,

Gstaad and Geneva, I believe.

She married Blake
Carrington when she was .

She bore him three
beautiful, handsome children.

Adam and then
you, and then Steven.

You didn't get all
that information

out of an English magazine.

Who are you, Miss Deveraux?

Are you a society columnist
from New York or Los Angeles?

Is that why your face
is so familiar to me?

A society columnist,
that is very amusing.

No, my dear, I am
not a society columnist.

But if indeed our
paths ever did cross,

it's up to you to remember me,

not the other way around.

Well, whatever your
interest in Alexis Colby is,

let me just warn you,

she is a woman who has
made it to where she is

because she's as tough

as anybody she's
ever been up against.

So if you'll excuse me, I
have business to attend to.

Clay, there'll be no charge
for Miss Deveraux's breakfast.

( dramatic theme playing)

LAIRD: I don't have very much

to smile about right now, Blake.

The only item I've been able
to unload from your portfolio

is one of the horses, Allegree.

I got a million
and a half for him

from a syndicate in Louisville.

Now, that racehorse
was not on the list.

That was my
wedding gift to Krystle.

Krystle is the one
who told me to sell him.

She did?

Your wife is a
lot more realistic

about what you're up against

than you seem to be.

I asked million
for that horse,

but the word is out, Blake.

Everybody was trying for a
bargain. You have got to...

I know, it's time for
me to make a move.

Yes.

( tender theme playing)

Marcia?

MARCIA: Yes, Mr. Carrington?

Make an appointment
for me with Alexis Colby.

I don't care how
rushed she is, how busy,

I want to see her today.

Come on, darling.

Now, are you about
ready for lunch?

Oh, good boy.

Hi there. Come on.

Dress Danny nice and warm.
I'm taking him out to play.

Oh, but Mrs. Carrington said
he was not to go out today.

He's fighting a cold. (whines)

Mrs. Gordon, I'm
also Mrs. Carrington.

The only one who counts,
Danny's real mother.

And as long as I'm around,

I'll be the one who
will make the decisions

about what's best for my son.

Is that understood?

I'll go and see about his lunch.

Come here. (coos)

Please be sure to
tell Mrs. Gunnerson

to give him baked apple.

Yes, I will.

I'd appreciate it

if you didn't take
Danny out today.

I don't know if you noticed
how irritable he was yesterday.

That's the way he is

when he's about to come
down with something.

You're right. I
didn't notice a thing.

Because when Danny was with me,

he was happy as the
winner of the Indy .

You know something, Claudia?

Maybe he's crabby around
you because he can smell it.

You're fake.

An impostor.

I may not be his real
mother, Sammy Jo,

but I couldn't love
Danny any more

than if I'd given birth to him.

Now, you've made
it perfectly clear

that you and I are
never going to be friends.

But please don't use
him as a power w*apon.

I don't need you to tell me
how to behave with my baby.

So when his nervous
Nellie of a nanny gets back,

she's gonna dress
him to go outside

with me.

(Danny whimpering)

I want to make a
person-to-person call

to New York City.

To Mr. Steven Carrington.

( dramatic theme playing)

(door opens)

Alexis.

(sighs): Sit down, Blake.

I wondered how long it
would take you to reconsider.

You mean, your offer to lend
me money to save my company?

Yes, my very generous offer.

Well, I've turned down your
very generous offer before,

and I'm gonna
turn it down again.

I'm not here to borrow,
I'm here to sell, Alexis.

And I'd like to
talk to you about

a certain shale oil
extraction process

that my company owns.

Shale oil?

Why should I bother with that?

Because I know that
your company has

, acres
of shale oil leases

that are unproductive and
useless without my process.

And I...

I would consider selling it,

if you were interested
in making an offer.

You're so terribly
out of touch, Blake.

So terribly misguided
in your thinking.

My company can afford

to plant daisies
in that acreage.

So I'm afraid that my offer
for your process is zero.

Don't you try to
bluff me, Alexis.

I don't have to
bluff you, Blake.

Gone are the days when
you were king of my fate,

when you exiled
me from my children

and threw me out of Denver.

And I had a damn
good reason for doing it,

and you know it.

Good reason?

You're at somebody
else's mercy now.

You're finally getting a
taste of your own medicine.

And when it becomes
too bitter for you,

when you start to
cough and choke on it,

then you'll be back
to accept the only offer

that I'm ever going to make.

I have an appointment, Blake.

You know the way out.

(door closes)

( dramatic theme playing)

(horns honking)

Steven.

Owen Bancroft, remember?

Um, you look familiar.

We were at Princeton
at the same time.

Sure, we were on the
squash team. Right.

We really thought we were
the Ivy League hotshots.

What are you up to?

I'm trying to make
it as Broadway's

most talented, best-looking,

most desirable,
struggling young actor.

Lots of luck. Oh, thanks.

God, I'm sorry about Ted Dinard.

I always liked him.

And I knew how happy
you two were together.

We were.

And I read about your divorce.

Are you in another relationship?

I've remarried,
and it's terrific.

Hey, Steven, maybe
we can get together

for dinner sometime?

I'm in the phonebook. Okay?

MAN: You're Steven
Carrington, right?

Yes.

Ed Linden. Got a message
you wanted to see me?

Uh, I recognized you from those
newspaper photographs she kept.

Samantha, your
ex-wife, remember?

OWEN: I think
three is a crowd here.

I'll catch you later, Steven.

Okay.

Well, whatever you
wanna talk about,

it is over between
the little lady and me.

So if you come here
looking for any trouble, I...

Look, what you and
she do or don't do

couldn't interest me less.

All I wanna know is when
this cosmetics campaign

you're going to be
managing is going to start.

Why?

I'm interested in when she's
gonna be leaving Denver.

She didn't tell you?

(chuckles): That's typical.

Tell me what?

That the campaign was scratched.

Terminated, canceled,
ex*cuted at dawn.

It didn't make her happy.

No, no.

In fact, we had one
big fight about it,

her blaming me.

Then she gets on
a plane for Denver,

leaves me with the unpaid rent,

and tells me she's
had it with New York.

She's never coming back.

What?

That's what I said.

Uh...

She's never coming back, pal.

MAN: All right, run
it over to the lab.

We got nothing to lose.

Who's there?

( suspenseful theme playing)

(sighs)

Sergeant Cooper, I didn't
think you'd still be here.

And I didn't mean to
startle you, Mrs. Colby.

Thanks for giving us permission
to examine Jennings' room again.

Bill, would you mind
waiting in the lobby?

I have some questions
I wanna ask Mrs. Colby.

Right, Sergeant.

More questions?

Sergeant, I've
told you everything

that I can remember about this.

Well, let's just say I want you
to tell me again, Mrs. Colby,

for the record.

All right.

I came into the apartment,

Mark Jennings was drunk.

He had been drinking a lot.

I went upstairs to get dressed,

and when I came
back he was gone.

And when you came
down to the streets,

you heard police
cars approaching?

(sighs)

As I got into my car, yes.

Which means that
you were up here

when Jennings went
off of your terrace?

Yes. I didn't know
it then, but yes.

Did you hear anybody
else in the apartment?

No, I didn't.

No sounds of any
sort of a struggle?

No.

Are you sure of that?

Yes, I'm positive.

Do you know of any reason why

he would have
wanted to k*ll himself?

Was he depressed, or
maybe he had some problems?

Sergeant Cooper, um, Mark
was my hired bodyguard.

I mean, I... I paid
him to take care of me,

not the other way around.

Bodyguard?

Yes.

The chambermaid who
looked after Jennings' room

at La Mirage when he
was a tennis pro there,

she indicated that
you visited his room

on more than one occasion.

Why didn't you tell me
that the other night, ma'am?

Oh...

I forgot to offer you a drink.

Would you like a glass of wine?

No, thanks. No, it's against
regulations while on duty.

Please answer the question.

Why didn't I tell you?

Yes.

Well, it was, uh...

It was months ago,

it was of a personal nature,

and I... I didn't feel it had
any bearing on Mark's death.

Well, I've gotta go on the basis
that anything and everything

has bearing on
Mark Jennings' death.

So I'm gonna ask
you again, Mrs. Colby.

What were you doing
in his room at La Mirage

on those several occasions?

(sighs)

Look, I told you
that it was personal

and, uh, very short-lived.

Like your friend, Jennings?

Okay, Mrs. Colby,
we'll be in touch.

And, uh, I'll take a
rain check on the drink.

( dramatic theme playing)

(construction saw whirring)

Here and here.

Just a few more
pins, Mrs. Colby,

and we'll be finished
with the canvas.

Oh, good, because I'm
getting just a little tired.

You're having your
waistline taken in

and I'm having mine let out.

I'm not showing very much,
but it's getting very tight.

I'm sorry about the noise.

They're building an addition.

I thought the workmen
were through for the day.

(construction work stops)

Oh, that's better. It stopped.

Oh, I have a trimming I
want to show you, Mrs. Colby.

Would you get it for
me, please, Yvette?

You know, I always
look forward to weddings,

but this one's going
to be very, very special.

Why very, very?

Well, for one,

because two of my
favorite people in the world

have found each other again.

And it makes your father...

(screeching sounds)

God, that noise again.

What noise?

Didn't you just hear it?

No.

I must be more
tired than I thought.

I'm beginning to hear things.

I can't take any more
of this fitting today.

I'll finish tomorrow.
I'm gonna go change.

( dramatic theme playing)

( majestic theme playing)

Thank you.

SAMMY JO: Danny, open up.

Is it good?

Open wide. Come on, come on.

Come on, Danny, let's
see the handsome boy

eat his supper like a good...
Come on, Danny, plea...

(Adam laughing)

(laughing)

SAMMY JO: Come on. Come on.

(cooing)

Kirby?

I just got back, I
wanna talk to you.

KIRBY: Adam, I'm just
getting into the shower.

( dramatic theme playing)

(cue balls clack)

Good sh*t.

Well, why not?

I learned from the
champion, Blake Carrington.

I'm a sucker for flattery,
especially when it's true.

(chuckles)

Well, you didn't leave too
much for dear old Dad, did you?

No.

(groans)

Not such a good sh*t.

Well, you're allowed.

We've all been on edge a
little bit lately, haven't we?

Oh, by the way,
Krystle was telling me

that when you two were
out together this afternoon,

that you didn't feel very well.

Oh, yeah, I thought
I was hearing things.

I've been jittery
lately too. It's nothing.

Don't worry about it.

Well, fathers have a way

of worrying about
their children.

And I know that you're concerned
about my financial condition,

but believe me, everything's
gonna be all right.

I know it will.

I've always known you can
take care of anything or anybody.

(screeching sounds) (groans)

Oh.

What is it, darling?
What is it? What's wrong?

Oh, nothing.

Come on, now, tell me. Come on.

Oh, it's just my head.

Your head? What about it?

Oh, nothing. I just
get confused, that's all.

You know, I've made so
many mistakes in my life,

and I... I'm afraid this
might be another one,

my marrying Jeff.

Well, I don't understand.
What do you mean?

I hurt him so
much the last time,

I never wanna do that again.

Well, you're not going
to do it to him again.

You're a different
girl than you were.

You're a wonderful girl.

One that I love very, very much.

(knocking at door)

Who is it?

Steven.

I just got in from New
York, and I want to talk...

What's the matter?

I'll come back
when you're dressed.

Why?

You've seen me in
less than this before.

How do you think we made a baby?

All right, let's talk about him.

And how you came out here,

theoretically, to see
him for the weekend.

You don't have to shout, Steven.

I can hear you.

Well, I wanna hear you now.

And I want the truth
for a change, damn it.

What are you up to?

Who'd you talk to in New York?

Ed Linden.

(scoffs)

Okay, so I told a little lie.

All that garbage about
your big modeling career,

big future, big success,
you call that a little lie?

I call it what I want.

As for the truth,

I came here to Denver

to see my son for a day or two.

And then go back to
the rat race in New York.

But I've changed my mind.

What do you mean,
you've changed your mind?

You see, the time I've spent
with Danny made me realize

how much I really love
him and want to be with him.

Be with him? Where?

Right here in Denver.

I'll get a job and an apartment,

and I'll have him
with me all the time.

What the hell are
you talking about?

You want it straight?

Okay, I'll give it
to you real straight.

Danny is my baby, and Danny
belongs with his real mother.

And I want Danny back.

( dramatic theme playing)

(elevator doors open)

Ah, Miss Deveraux,
please, come in.

It's very nice to
meet you, Mrs. Colby.

I do appreciate your
inviting me here for a drink.

Oh.

You weren't invited.
I sent for you.

And this isn't a social drink.

Oh, well, what is it then?

A chance for me to find out
why, since I've never met you,

I don't like you.

Well, so much for frankness.

Oh, I'm always frank.

Yes, I know.

Exactly what is there about
me you don't like, Mrs. Colby?

Oh, please, sit down.

Thank you.

I don't like people
asking questions

about me behind my back.

A good journalist goes
straight to the source.

Oh.

Would you say the
clothes and jewels

are those of your
everyday journalist?

(laughing)

Well, anything can
be rented these days.

Yes, except intelligence.

And I am a very bright
woman, Mrs. Colby.

Of course, you
couldn't know that.

We haven't known
each other long enough

for you to realize that.

But you will, given time.

What do you want, Miss Deveraux?

For now, not much, really.

Merely to check out in the flesh
what I've heard so much about.

What have you heard?

That Alexis Carrington Colby

is one of the planet's
true natural beauties.

I'll buy that now.

That she lives in a
showplace penthouse.

It is exquisite.

Thank you.

You adore the south of France,

even though you are prone
to seasickness on yachts.

(laughs)

Only small yachts.

Anything else?

You were actually expelled

from a boarding
school in Gstaad.

And you worked for several
months as an artist's model

in Hamburg of all places.

Wrong, it was
Brussels of all places.

And this is all absolute trivia.

All right. On a deeper level,

you are extremely vulnerable
when it comes to your children

and totally ruthless when
it comes to your enemies.

And there are quite a few
of those hanging about.

It's b*rned.

Is it?

This champagne
was obviously frozen

in the bottle at some point.

If the champagne is too b*rned
for your taste, Miss Deveraux,

don't drink it.

The caviar, I
trust, is not b*rned.

I really wouldn't know.

This is a Ostetrova, and I
prefer Petrossian Beluga.

Look, Miss Deveraux,

whatever it is that
you're doing in Denver,

I suggest that you tread
very carefully with me.

Let me ask you, Mrs. Colby,

is that supposed to be an
implied thr*at of some sort?

Because if it is, I am
just as tough as you.

Maybe tougher.

Who the hell are you anyway?

Who am I?

You will find out very soon.

Very soon.

You said this wasn't going
to be a social evening.

So whatever it was, I
enjoyed myself thoroughly.

Thank you, Mrs. Colby.

Ciao, for now.

( playful theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

( majestic theme playing)