02x13 - The Hearing

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( majestic theme playing)

( majestic theme playing)

ANNOUNCER (over radio): And so
Denver multimillionaire Blake Carrington,

blinded by a dynamite
blast six weeks ago,

will finally take his
alleged as*ault case

to a specially called
crime committee hearing

tomorrow afternoon.

To quote Carrington:

BLAKE: If this case can't
be tried in a court of law,

I'll carry it to another court:
the court of public opinion.

My wish, and my
only wish right now,

is to expose the man responsible

for what's happened to me.

ANNOUNCER: The three
state senators to be present

at the hearing will be...

( dramatic theme playing)

Blake, are you all right?

Oh, Jeff.

Nothing broken, I'm sure.

Uh, my, eh... My glasses.

Here.

Thank you.

Well, shall we have a
brandy or something?

Sure. No.

No, I don't want any
help. I don't need any help.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, Jeff.

( melancholy theme playing)

Thanks.

It, uh... It is
brandy, isn't it?

A fingerful, exact.

Is the fire going?

No, uh, would you
like me to make one?

No, I guess not. It's warm
enough in here tonight.

Damn it,

living in this darkness.

Helpless, patronized.

Not to mention all those people

who I'm sure are
delighted about this.

Blake, come on.

You remember the
story of Samson, Jeff?

Blinded by the Philistines,

humiliated,

put on public display.

But in the end, he
had enough within him

to destroy his
enemies with one blow.

At the cost of his own life.

It's a pretty high price to pay.

What else did he
have to live for?

One glorious moment of revenge.

Well, I hope you don't
feel that way. Me?

Oh, no, I intend
to win this w*r.

It's almost .

You ought to get some sleep.

The crime committee
hearing tomorrow afternoon.

I'll sleep when it's over.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I haven't been sleeping
well either these nights.

So if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go to my
room and read for a while.

Good night. Good night.

( mellow theme playing)

Oh, Jeff.

I know that if it
wasn't for you,

that I wouldn't be alive now.

Don't worry about me. I
know my own strength.

You see, I've waited a long time

to nail Rhinewood.

To nail him hard.

I know.

(sighs)

( peaceful theme playing)

(phone ringing)

NICK: Hello?

Hello, Nick. Did I wake you?

(mumbles)

Whatever gave you the
idea you'd be waking me

at : in the morning?

(inhales)

Yes, Fallon, you woke me.

I'm sorry.

How's my favorite doctor?

That should be
your gynecologist,

for the past few
how many months?

Five.

Well, anyway, he's a she

and she's not my
favorite anything.

Hey, I just had a
dream about us.

You did?

Yeah.

But then I woke up in this bed

and it's so lonely, empty.

Well, uh, throw on a
couple more pillows, Fallon.

Nick, don't joke.

Come on, you do
have a husband there.

He's down the hall.

I told you we were just
going through the motions

for my father.

Another coup for
Blake Carrington.

Nick, how can you say that?

You know what my father's
been through the last six weeks.

Don't you have any
feelings for anyone?

Except maybe Krystle.

Hm.

Look, Fallon, it's late.

I've gotta get some sleep.

We'll talk about this
some other time. I'll...

See you around?

Right. I'll see you around.

Good night.

(dial tone humming)

( melancholy theme playing)

Hi.

(door closes)

( sultry jazz theme playing)

(sighs)

I don't know what your
angle is this time, Fallon,

but this book is
more interesting.

(door slams)

( mellow theme playing)

Now, I'll tell Alfred to
bring the car around.

All right, Joseph.
You'll wait here?

Yes.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

MAN: I wanna talk
to Blake Carrington.

BLAKE: This is Blake Carrington.

MAN: If you've got no
plans for your future,

then just go ahead and show up

at that committee hearing today.

Understand?

One warning is all you'll get.

Look, I don't know who you are,

but I know you're one
of Rhinewood's g*ons.

Now, you tell him
for me that he...

(dial tone humming)

Blake.

Blake, I just happened
to pick up the phone

and I heard what he said.

You can't go there.

Why? What do you
expect me to do?

Cave in to some thr*at?

Some -cent thr*at?

It's your life we're
talking about.

Please, I'm begging
you, don't go.

Now, look, nothing
is going to stop me

from testifying at that
hearing this afternoon.

Nothing. Well, at least,

let me be with you.

That won't be necessary.
I wanna be there.

Why? To give some noble
gesture of support to your husband?

I don't want that.

We both know that
would be a mockery

of our marriage and of me.

Don't we?

Joseph?

Joseph, where's that car?

( dramatic theme playing)

Finally awake.

How about that?

Steven, you were supposed
to ask your father for money

for a car for me.

This morning at breakfast.

Look, Sammy Jo,

my father has other
things on his mind today.

Oh, that stuff.

I don't know about
all that politics stuff.

But I do know
that you're his son.

His real son.

And that you can't even
ask him for... For a dollar.

For yourself or your wife.

But your sister, who's
not even his real daughter,

she gets whatever she wants.

I told you not to ever mention

what you dug out
of me about Fallon.

Do you understand?

Huh?

Come on, Steven.

You don't actually think
I'd sh**t off my mouth.

Do you know where
I went yesterday?

The Colorado Union Bank.

Why?

To check out my credit.

Did you know that
us Carringtons,

we can borrow all we want?

Look at this.

All you do is sign here

and you get all the
money you need.

On easy credit
terms. Give me that.

Give me that.

What do you think
my father's gonna do

when he finds out about this?

But he won't. It's
all confidential.

Oh, really? And who's
gonna pay it all back?

I don't ever want
you to do that again.

Why not?

Because I still have
a little pride left.

Not much,

but a little.

You know something, Steven?

You may have been
born a Carrington,

but it sure was wasted on you.

( melancholy theme playing)

Hello, I'm Mrs. Carrington.

Oh, hi, I'm Andrea Fredericks.

I'm Mrs. Colby's decorator.

Sorry to have turned
this lovely room

into a disaster area,

but the nursery's
being replastered.

Which paper and
fabric do you like?

All of them. Heh-heh.

Won't it feel wonderful to
have a nursery in the house?

Yes, it will.

Which one did Mrs. Colby choose?

Well, actually, she
hasn't come down yet.

Oh. Uh...

How long have you been waiting?

Oh, about, uh, minutes,

give or take.

She's probably resting.

Yes. Well, I think I'll see
what's been keeping her.

Oh, I'd appreciate that.

I have another
appointment in half an hour.

She's been waiting downstairs
for nearly an hour, Fallon.

That's not my fault. Daddy
made the appointment.

And you feel no
obligation to keep it?

Today, of all days, when
he goes head-to-head

with the crime committee?

But you're not there, Fallon.

Well, no, I'm not.
Neither are you.

You're sitting around
worrying about wallpaper.

It's where Blake wants me to be.

The obedient wife.

Mrs. Fredericks
is still waiting.

Well, then, would
you do me a favor?

Would you make
the choices for me?

Pick out the wallpaper,
the crib, the mobiles

and everything?

It's not my child

they're preparing
the nursery for, Fallon.

I wish it were, but it isn't.

I wish it were too.

I hate what it's doing to me.

Hate the incredible
miracle of giving life?

"Miracle." Any cat
can do it with less fuss.

Fallon, you know
how much this baby

means to your father.

It's all he's got right
now to hang onto.

Is it?

I thought he had a
wife to hang onto.

You think having a grandchild's
gonna make him forget

that his wife sleeps
in a separate bed,

in a separate room?

That's none of your business.

Isn't it? My father's
trusting his wife?

You know, you
may be fooling Blake

but you're not
fooling me, Krystle.

Not for a minute.

( dramatic theme playing)

( dramatic theme swells)

( ominous theme playing)

Patient complains
about inability to sleep

without tranquilizers, comma,

lost three jobs in the last
two months, comma, and...

(buzzes)

(sighs)

Yes, Peg?

PEG: Mrs. Colby is here, doctor.

All right, send
her in. Yes, sir.

(sighs)

Good morning, Fallon. Hi.

Problems?

No.

Did you have another
dream last night

you wanna tell me about?

As a matter of fact, I did.

I'd love to hear about it,

but I've got a lot of
charts to bring up to date.

Lot of charts, you see?

No.

What I do see is your
sudden turnoff to me.

Fallon, I am not
turning you off, it's...

Listen.

I'm not gonna go
into my jealousy bit...

Number, or
whatever you called it.

Good.

But I do know that
you're seeing Krystle.

So...

tell me something.

Is that the new Toscanni
method of therapy?

Invite the beautiful
blond over to the house

for a night session?

Fallon, she was my
patient for a while.

I pick my own hours
and my own locations,

and I don't need
you spying on me.

Now, if you don't mind...

(paper rustling)

Nick, I can't help
loving you the way I do.

So even if I get hurt, I
care about you enough

to where I don't wanna
see you get bruised too.

"Bruised"?

You don't live under
the Carrington roof.

Well, thank God
for small favors.

Somehow I don't
think I could hack

having more than one butler
or cook around at a time.

Well, I do live under
the Carrington roof.

What the hell are
you getting at, Fallon?

I just think you should know

that ever since my
father lost his sight,

he and Krystle have
been closer than ever.

Maybe it's pity.

Maybe it's love, I don't know.

But if she means
anything to you,

I think you oughta know that...

That you've lost her.

As I said, she was
my patient for a while.

And I'm glad she
doesn't need me anymore.

If you'll excuse me.

Well, I'll...

I'll leave you to your
wounded, doctor.

But I'll be at the St.
Dennis Club in an hour.

(door closes)

( dramatic theme playing)

LAIRD: Blake.

Oh, Andrew, come in, come in.

Blake, I'm afraid that, uh...

You're afraid, what?

I'm afraid that I don't have

very good news.

Don't tell me
the hearing is off.

No,

but there has been
a change of sorts.

What kind of a change?

The committee has
decided on a closed session.

No newspaper press, no TV.

What?

Why would they
do that? No reason.

They don't have to give one.

(sighs deeply)

Well, I'll give you
one. In a word:

Rhinewood.

He got to them.

Not these men, Blake.

They don't get bought. No?

Not even by the well-known,

but unknown billionaire recluse

who's...? Who's bought
half the politicians

in countries?

Is that what you're telling
me, Andrew? Is that it?

I'm simply telling you

that it was their decision.

And there is nothing
anybody can do about it.

(sighs)

(phone buzzes)

Yes, Peg. PEG: Mrs.
Carrington is here.

Please send her in.

Oh, hello, doctor.

Mrs. Carrington.

Please, call me Alexis.

Well, this is a very
attractive office.

I expected something
a little more...

austere.

Do I, uh, sit on this

or lie on it?

Whatever comes
more naturally to you.

Oh, well, in that case.

I really appreciate you
being able to fit me in

on such short notice, doctor.

Well, you sounded very anxious

about something.

Yes.

I was.

And you specialize
in anxieties, don't you?

Among other things.

Well, now that I'm here,

I don't really know
where to begin.

Why don't you start
at the beginning?

I think that my
childhood in England

would bore the pants off you.

(chuckles)

In a manner of speaking.

So maybe I better

start in the middle.

Since my divorce from Blake,

I've led what some
people might call

a, um, pampered,
uh, rather glamorous,

irresponsible existence.

There isn't one morning that
I don't wake up and miss it.

Then why don't
you go back to it?

Well, because of my children.

You see, when I was living
in Europe, and then in Mexico,

it used to drive me mad that
I was forbidden to see them.

And now that I'm here

and... And I've got
to know them again,

I really think it
would tear me apart

if I had to leave them.

So do you begin to
see what my problem is?

As a professor
of mine once said:

"All my patients should
have such problems."

Well, I can see that you're
not taking me seriously, doctor.

Do you think I'm just

spoiled

and foolish?

Not foolish.

( serious theme playing)

Then, what do you think?

I don't label people,
Mrs. Carrington.

I don't believe they
should label themselves.

With the meter running at
quite a few bucks an hour,

I suggest you come to the point.

All right.

I want to talk about Fallon.

Talk.

I think you know that my
daughter is in love with you.

Now, she has made one mistake

and I'm not going to allow her

to be a two-time loser.

Now, I wouldn't for
a moment encourage

this, uh, liaison

if I didn't think

that maybe you were worth it.

First of all, there
is no liaison...

It's my bucks, so you listen.

Now, Fallon is
a remarkable girl.

She's bright, independent,

she's a little
impetuous at times.

But she's a girl who,
once she's in love,

is deeply and utterly committed.

Let me ask you something:

Does she know about
this little session of ours?

Oh, no. No, of course not.

I'm just here because
I care about her.

Well... then you have
nothing to worry about

because she's in
no danger from me.

And on that, uh, positive
and, I'm sure, welcome note,

why don't we just
let this rest, okay?

No.

No, it's not okay. I haven't
used up my time yet.

This one's on me.

Think it over, doctor.

My daughter has possibilities.

So does every human being.

Every human being is not
due to inherit a fortune one day.

Would you really find
that so hard to take?

No. That doesn't mean
her mother can buy me

as a filler for her
Christmas stocking.

Fallon doesn't believe
in Santa Claus, doctor.

Well, I'm glad to see

that, uh, virtue
is alive and well

and living in Colorado.

This session was
briefer than I expected,

but, uh, fruitful, nevertheless.

We're both of us gunfighters.

We both sh**t from the hip.

In a manner of speaking.

Goodbye, Alexis.

Goodbye, Nick.

(door closes)

(door opens)

Blake,

I realize the hearing
this afternoon

is your primary
consideration. Uh...

But I thought you
should know I got a call

from our man in New York

about Dr. Toscanni's
half-brother,

Gianni Mullaney.

You know why the
name rings a bell for you?

He used to work for the company.

What do you mean "used
to work for the company"?

Well, he was on a
Denver-Carrington crew

in the Middle East, a few
months before their new leaders

got a chokehold on
your tankers. And?

He never made it
back with the others.

He was dead.

How did he die?

None of the other men
were k*lled, were they?

He was tossed into jail,
Blake, on drug charges.

You know how it is
in those oil countries.

You pay off the right guy
or you wish you were dead.

Well, apparently, this poor
character didn't have the cash,

so he hanged
himself in his cell.

Do you remember the case at all?

No. No, no, I don't.

Thank you for the
information anyway.

Right.

I'll pick you up in an hour.

Mm-hm.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(sighs)

(intercom clicks)

Marcia. MARCIA:
Yes, Mr. Carrington?

Would you get Dr. Toscanni
on the telephone for me, please?

Tell him it's urgent.

(buzzes)

Yes, Peg?

PEG: Blake Carrington on Line .

Blake?

Hello, Nick.

I'd like very much to talk
to you sometime today.

Fine, my secretary
will arrange that.

No, I have a crime
commission hearing

this afternoon in about an hour.

Could you meet me
at the statehouse?

Yes, Blake, but...
It's a closed session,

but tell 'em that
you work for me.

I'm sure they'll let you in.

Blake, if it's about your wife,

I told you I'm off the case.

No. This is strictly a matter

between you and me.

(phone clicks)

( dramatic theme playing)

BLAKE: And on the very
day of the att*ck on my life,

the very same day,

Ray Bonning, Rhinewood's
chief hatchet man,

was here in Denver.

Do you have proof of
that, Mr. Carrington?

He came to see me.

To hint at what
might happen to me

if I didn't sell my football
team to Rhinewood.

On his terms.

And your response was?

I refused.

Not because of the money,

but to keep shady
types like Rhinewood

from controlling a
clean American sport.

"Shady types," Mr. Carrington?

Could you be more specific?

Underworld types.

Mobsters.
Professional murderers.

The people who, only yesterday,
tried to k*ll one of my players.

A young man who won't
walk or throw a football again

for many months to come.

And yet, you yourself entered
into a business arrangement

with these very
"underworld types."

You sold them a large
share of your team.

Could you explain to us why?

(indistinct whispering)

I can explain it.

But with all due
respect, gentlemen,

I have no intention of doing it.

Are you refusing to cooperate
with this committee, sir?

Denver-Carrington's
financial standing

is company business,

not yours.

And I will not allow
you to use this

as an excuse to
look the other way

while organized crime

gobbles up legitimate
businesses in this state.

There is no question
of looking the other way.

No? Then perhaps
it's a question of...

Of keeping both
eyes tightly shut.

That accusation, Mr. Carrington,
would carry a lot more weight

if it wasn't made by a man
himself convicted of m*rder.

Are you turning me
into the accused here?

Well, that remains to
be seen. (gavel bangs)

Mr. Carrington,
please take your seat.

Who the hell are
you people anyway?

Mr. Carrington, please.

( strange theme playing)

Are you all right, Blake?

Yes, eh, I'm... I'm fine.

Thank you, Mr. Carrington.

(door closes)

Uh...

I now call Mr. Logan Rhinewood.

( somber theme playing)

( whimsical theme playing)

I think I need it about
five inches shorter.

And these fasteners
can be lowered a little bit.

No.

I like that one.

It's a rather expensive fur.

And I'd say this fox has a
much more youthful quality.

I think it's tacky.

I like the mink.

That is mink?

You don't feel it's a little...

old for you?

"Old"?

Or you think I don't
have the money?

Well...

you know, we have
a rather strict policy

about credit and returns, miss.

My name happens to be
Mrs. Steven Carrington.

And I'm not used to
haggling over what suits me,

or what it costs.

( soft piano theme playing)

Charge it to
Mr. Steven Carrington.

I'd like it delivered
by Saturday

with my initials inside.

S.J.C.

Sammy Jo Carrington.

Did I hear you correctly?

About what?

Are you really charging
an expensive fur to Steven

when you know perfectly well
that he doesn't have any money?

How can you possibly place
such a financial burden on him?

Or do you expect that his
father's going to pay for it?

Well, why shouldn't he?

Or would the
proud Mr. Carrington

rather have a collection
agency at his door?

That would make another
juicy headline for the family.

What do you think would
happen if I told Mr. Carrington

what you just said?

And what do you
think would happen

if I told your daughter
what Steven told me?

That who her real daddy is,

is anybody's guess.

( dramatic theme playing)

Do you know if Mr. Logan
Rhinewood has arrived?

(indistinct whispering)

( ominous theme playing)

Mr. Chairman,

my name is Frank Linaver.

I'm an attorney
representing Mr. Rhinewood

who, due to illness,

is unable to be present today.

I have, uh,

statements from
two cardiologists

confirming that fact.

Mr. Laird.

Mr. Rhinewood, however,

has entrusted me

with reading a brief statement.

And I quote:

"I, Logan Rhinewood,

"hereby declare

"that, A, the football
team in question

"is not based in this state.

"B, I have no business dealings

"of any kind in this state.

"C,

"I have never met
Blake Carrington.

"and D,

"I have no information
to contribute

"to the proceedings of
this honorable committee.

Therefore, this committee
has no jurisdiction over me."

Any further questions?

No questions. No.

(gavel bangs) JUDGE:
Session adjourned.

( dramatic theme
playing) (door opens)

I don't believe this.

Why not? We should
have expected it.

Nobody we know has ever
seen Logan Rhinewood.

And probably never will.

Jeff, can you give me
a lift back to the office?

Sure.

I'm sorry, Blake.

Blake...

I'll talk to you later.

(door opens)

(door closes)

( sad theme playing)

(footsteps echoing)

BLAKE: It's gone, Joseph.

If it ever really happened.

JOSEPH: What's gone?

For just a moment,

I thought I could see again.

"See"?

What do you mean?

Well, in front of me,
those... Those two senators,

Adams and Brady.

Well, Jeffrey described
where they were sitting to you.

I heard him.

I guess I wanted
to see so badly, I...

That moment, I thought I
had the use of my eyes again.

So much for illusions.

( peaceful theme playing)

Nick. I phoned the house.

Jeanette told me
where I could find you.

Has something happened to Blake?

I'm not sure yet.

But if it has, it's
fantastic news.

KRYSTLE: I can't believe it.

The moment he put
his hands to his eyes,

I know it, he could see.

How is that possible?

Well, he has
hysterical blindness

caused by a terrible shock.

Another jolt could
reverse the process.

I'm telling you, Krystle,

his eyesight's coming back.

Well,

shall we go to your
house and get your things?

I can't, Nick.

Not until I know for a fact

that he can see again.

Krystle, I'm in a profession
where people spend their lives

dodging the truth.

I'm not dodging anything.

I married Blake
because I loved him.

Yes, you loved him once.

What do you love about him now?

His millions? His power?

That's got to be it.

Unless you're using me as
a reason to get back at him

for having an affair
with his ex-wife.

Don't use me, Krystle.

I'm not using you, Nick.

All I'm asking for is time.

Just so that I know
that he can see again.

All right.

You go back to your empty bed.

That big house is just bursting
with them these days, isn't it?

( melancholy theme playing)

Krystle?

(sighs)

Okay.

You have every right to
be disgusted with me, uh...

Here I find a woman
who has it all...

and I make a fool of myself.

I'm sorry.

Come on, lady,
that's a great apology.

You gotta love a guy who
can apologize so good.

Say something.

I have nothing to
say to you, Nick.

( melancholy theme swells)

FALLON: You had no
business going to see him.

I went to Dr. Toscanni's office

because I had some
problems of my own to discuss.

And my name just happened
to pop into the conversation.

I mean, what on
earth made you try

and do a selling job on me?

Well, just call it plain
motherly overprotectiveness.

Is that so wrong?

I've fought my own battles
since I was years old.

I never had a mom to confide in.

Well, you have now.

What, to play matchmaker for me?

He must have seen
right through you.

And he's probably gonna
think that I put you up to it.

Fallon, all I wanted to
do was just to go and see

what sort of a man my daughter

had fallen in love with.

Now, you've been hurt once.

I don't wanna
see you hurt again.

Well, I may be, this time.

How?

By going along with
this scheme of yours.

It's all wrong.

And what could possibly happen?

Well, what could happen
is Krystle gets bounced

out of Blake's house,

and she's suddenly very
free to go along with Nick.

And I lose Nick.

If he still wants her, darling.

If he wants her.

But the moment she becomes
the ex-Mrs. Carrington,

how long do you think the
very practical Dr. Toscanni

is going to remain smitten?

Well, what if he
actually loves her?

Oh, Fallon.

There's something
very, very sexy

about a rich man's wife.

It's a challenge.

A total challenge.

Particularly to a man like Nick.

But an unemployed
secretary? No way.

Well, if he's that pragmatic,
then what have I got to offer?

You, my dear,

have status and money.

You are the prize

that he's been
striving for all his life.

Now, trust me, Fallon.

I don't wanna do
this to my father.

(sighs)

Do you want to
marry Nick Toscanni?

Well, you know I do.

Well, then trust me.

Wait for the postman

and then, do exactly
what I told you.

(doorbell rings)

Special delivery for
Mr. Blake Carrington.

Would you sign here, please?

Joseph, I'll take
that up to him.

I have to talk to him anyway.

Thank you.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(knock on door)

Joseph?

It's me, Daddy.

I just came to see how you were.

Oh, not bad. Not bad at all.

I'm sorry about the
committee hearing today.

I guess the white
hats didn't get the drop

on the bad guys.

One battle doesn't decide a w*r.

Dad, are you
gonna let go of this?

Please?

It's taken so much out of you.

I can't, darling, I
can't let go of it. I...

I just can't.

Tell me, how's the
nursery coming along?

Well, I guess you could
say you're gonna have

the most pampered
grandchild in Colorado.

I can't wait to see him.

Or hear him and
touch him anyway.

Oh, I've got this
letter for you.

Special delivery.

Joseph was really busy, so he
asked me to bring it up for you.

Oh, who's it from?

I don't know. It doesn't say.

Well, open it for me.
Read it to me, will you?

Well, what's it say?

Nothing, it's just a
bunch of nonsense.

Well, read it to me anyway.

Uh, it's not even written.

It's just a bunch

of words out of
magazines pasted together.

Read it.

( ominous theme playing)

FALLON: "Why do so many

"frustrated wives end up
in bed with their shrinks?

Ask your wife."

That's really sick.
I'll just rip it up.

No.

Give it to me.

I want the pleasure
of tearing it up myself.

Fallon,

just you forget that
you ever saw this.

Promise me that.

Okay, I promise.

But you forget about it too.

Daddy.

( ominous theme swells)

( strange theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

Good news, Mr. Carrington?

Judging by your expression,

perhaps you'd prefer to have
that letter read to you again.

Thank you, Joseph,
but there's no need.

Not anymore.

That painting is
not quite straight.

You have a small white
thread on your sleeve.

You nicked yourself
shaving this morning.

My God.

You can see again.

Does Fallon know? Would
you like me to...? To call, eh...?

No.

You won't tell Fallon.

You won't tell anyone.

Ah, Mr. Carrington,
does this include Mrs...?

Anyone.

Do you understand that?

Yes, I understand. Of course.

Now, leave me alone for a while.

Oh, yes.

(sighs)

(door opens)

( dramatic theme swells)

( majestic theme playing)