Dynasty

Mr. Carrington, Michael has brought the car around.

Thank you,Joseph.

Oh, Michael, we'll be stopping at Miss Jennings's apartment on the way.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, Mr. Carrington, but, uh...

that doesn't seem the kind of party you'd be invited to.

I wasn't.

Hey, it's terrific. Thank you.

What is it?

It's a baton for leading the orchestra.

No, it's not. It's a whip for beating her new servants.

- ( Chattering Continues ) - Ha-ha.

It happens to be a riding crop.

- Well, great. - Well, he does have horses, doesn't he?

Yes, several. Um, I've never been on any of them, though.

- I don't think horses like me. - Yeah, that's what the riding crop's for.

- Oh! - This looks like another cookbook-- feel it.

This looks like Marion's handwriting.

- And it's-- - Oh. Thank you, Marion.

What is it?

- ( Women Gasping, Laughing ) - What is it? I can't see.

- What is it? - Oh, no.

- What is it? - Oh, no.

- Marion.! - That's very sweet, Marion. Thank you.

I think it's kind of raunchy myself.

That's all right, Doris. You know, I have been married before.

Well, even so. I mean, don't you suppose...

people managed before they wrote an instruction manual?

Maybe you oughta read it first, Doris.

- Then you can go out and get your learner's permit. - ( Women Chuckling )

I certainly wouldn't wanna shock you, Charlotte, but I know plenty.

- ( Doorbell Buzzing ) - Oh. I'll get it.

- These are the greatest presents. - Steady, guys, steady.

Will you really use this?

Actually, I think that this is the best.

- Which one? - Hello, Michael.

Miss Jennings, Mr. Carrington would like you to have this with his compliments.

Where is he? Why didn't he come up?

He's waiting for me downstairs.

Would you like some punch? A cookie?

No, thank you, miss. I've got to run.

Oh, he's gorgeous!

Hey, Krystle, do you wanna trade?

I'll give you Marvin, the kids and a six-months'diaper service. What do you say?

- Oh, I'd take him even if he didn't have $200 million. - Really.

And the biggest house in Colorado...

and his own football team.

- Well, I think he's lucky to be getting Krystle. - ( Car Engine Starting )

Come on. Let me look. The closest I ever got to him...

was when he drove through our picket line during the refinery strike.

- He is so gorgeous. I'll take him. - Oh, Krystle.

Margaret, what is it? What's wrong?

I'm gonna miss you, Krystle.

We're all gonna miss you.

What are you talking about?

We're friends. We'll always be friends.

We're still gonna see each other.

Well, come on, you guys.

I'm not going to the foreign legion. I'm getting married.

Well, to begin with, you'll come to the wedding.

And then after that, you'll come up to the house every weekend.

I mean, what the heck good are 48 rooms if you can't have your friends over?

I won't change.

I swear it.

Well, come on. Let's see what the boss got her for her shower gift.

It's probably a gold-plated time card.

I bet you he docks her for getting engaged on company time.

- ( Sniffles ) - What is it?

- ( All Gasping ) - Krystle.!

- They're gorgeous. - Are those things real?

- Oh, put them on. They're really gorgeous. - You've got to try them on.

Put 'em on. We wanna see.

Boy, you can be sure the other one wouldn't have given her diamonds.

- Matthew Blaisdel. - Doris.!

Doris, sometimes you have the tact of a rhinoceros.

Well, I'm very sorry, but I happen to think...

it was a good thing he was sent to the Middle East.

- ( Man Shouting In Foreign Language ) - ( Explosions )

- ( Man ) Let it go, Matthew. - Look out.! It's gonna blow.!

Come on, Matthew. No reason to make any more of a fight.

It's over.

What the hell are they gonna do? Blow us up?

- ( Foreign Language ) - That's enough!

Stop him! He's gonna fire on him!

Move! Onto the airplane. Airplane!

Just where the hell is the State Department in all this?

Where are our friends in Washington? Where are the damn marines?

I'm sorry, Andy. I know you've done everything you could.

All our people get out?

- Yes. - Blaisdel too?

He was on the last company plane out.

Already headed back to the States.

He'll transfer at Kennedy...

arrive at Stapleton International tomorrow morning at 1 0:00 a.m.

Mmm. Have his plane shot down over Kansas.

Uh, forgive my stupidity, Blake...

but, uh, is that some kind of a joke?

Yeah, it's a joke... I guess.

Except...

one thing I don't need right now...

is Matthew Blaisdel back in Denver.

Would you pleasejust return to your seat?

Look, I-I--

- Mr. Carrington, would you please take your seat? - Wait a sec. Hold on.

I don't have to go anywhere that I don't wanna go.

- I'm gonna call the captain. - I don't care if you call the captain.

- Go ahead and call him. Hell, I'll call him. Captain! - Shh!

Captain.! Would you like for me to call the generals? Huh?

General! Gen-- Matthew!

Shh.

I know him.

I know him. Matthew, come up here and have a drink with me, okay?

I'm sorry, Mr. Carrington. The lounge is reserved...

for passengers traveling first class.

- Now, would you please sit down? - You mean to tell me...

that he ain't first class?

Is that what you're tryin' to tell me? Huh?

You ask my father if Matthew Blaisdel ain't first class.

Besides, look, he's my guest, okay?

And if I wanna have a drink with my guest...

then I'm havin' a drink with my guest, all right?

- Steven. - Hi, Matthew.

Maybe I can help. Come on.

Excuse me.

And then I got in the mail--

You know, I-- I mean, aren't I a part of the family?

I-I mean, don't I deserve s-somethin'?

I mean, would it have worn his finger...

to just dial me direct, area code 21 2...

just-just to let me know--

just to let me know that--

Where was I?

- You got in the mail. - Oh, yeah.

A gold-embossed, paper linen invitation to my father's wedding...

with a little card inside that says...

""Mr. Steven Carrington...

will/will not attend.''

That's-That's my own father's.

Hey, you're going to the wedding though, aren't you?

I mean, that-- that's why you're on this plane.

- Right? - No.

I just got kicked out of the Middle East after a year and a half.

I'm on my way home to Denver.

I guess they must've left my name off that guest list too.

Of course, because you used--

Didn't you use to, um--

Use to what?

Matthew, you do know who my father's marrying, don't you?

Well, I've been livin' on a sand dune for a year and a half.

We didn't get the society page.

Who's he marrying?

- Another one of these. - Steven.

I'm sorry, sir, but regulations don't permit me...

to serve a passenger who's already had too much to drink.

I don't care about your stupid regulations.

And I'll tell you when I've had enough to drink.

- Steven-- - You just fill that cup up, all right?

He's right. Now, listen to me. Why don't, uh--

Why don't you and I take a little walk downstairs?

Why don't you butt out, okay? Huh? Why don't you just butt out?

-Just because you work for my father... - Don't do that.

doesn't give you the right--

It's okay. It's okay. Just-Just take him back to his seat.

He's all right.

Ladies and gentlemen, at this time...

we'll begin our descent into Denver's Stapleton International Airport.

Matthew!

Matthew.

- How you feelin'? - ( Chuckles ) Dumb.

Guess I really made a fool of myself up there.

Well, I've been known to do the same.

Well, I just wanted to thank you for-for doin' what you did.

Forget it.

That's my father's car. I'd be glad to drop you off anyplace you're goin'.

No, thanks. Wouldn't wanna take you out of your way.

- See ya, Steven. - Okay.

Here I am, Michael.

These are for my baggage. I'll wait in the car.

I'm sorry, sir. The car is for Mr. Blaisdel.

- Have you seen him? - Well, what-what do you mean?

You mean, the car's not for me?

There he is.

Your father wants you to take a cab and wait for him at the house.

He'll see you when he gets home.

Mr. Blaisdel, Mr. Carrington's waiting for you.

- Please, have a seat. - ( Krystle ) Darling, I can't stay.

I've got to meet Mr. Afferton back at the house to go over the wedding arrangements.

But I'll see you at dinner.

Bye-bye, dear.

Oh.

I didn't know you were back.

Nobody told me you were back.

I'm back.

Well, welcome home, Matthew.

Go on in, please.

I'll see you at dinner, darling.

I'm sorry to rush you in here, Matthew...

but I've gotta slip you in ahead of my board of directors.

Go ahead, Matthew. Now, what's the bottom line?

Is there any chance of our getting back in there...