Rich Man, Poor Man - Book II (1976) s01e10 Episode Script
Chapter 10
Last on "Rich Man, Poor Man - Book ll": - Where's Sarah Hunt? - Visiting hours are over.
- You wanna bet? What room is she in? - Visiting hours are over, Mr Jordache.
Senator Jordache.
Clinical death five minutes ago.
They're still massaging her heart.
Oh, dammit! She said she knew that they would find her, and they did.
They found her, and she's dead.
She's dead bec She's dead because she knew too much about Charles Estep.
Oh, no, Billy! Hey.
Who are you? A little girl from Whitby or a lady who wants to experience life? Hm? You're gonna love swimming when you learn how.
Are you gonna tell Wes about last night? I don't know.
Somebody flips out, I get picked up? Hey, come on.
Who's got it in for you? The senator.
He's crazy.
Do you know where Dad is? No.
He never showed up.
What time did you leave? Four.
About.
God, what if something happened to Daddy while I was gone? - Are you OK? - I think so.
Just keep holding me for a minute.
- Morning, Senator.
- Chief.
We spotted it about an hour ago just when the sun was coming up.
When Mike attached the cables he got the licence plate number.
It's registered under the name of John Scott.
It's Scotty's.
We'd just agreed to terms for a new union contract.
He was supposed to come to my house for final negotiations.
Chief, found this on the front seat.
It's a rough draft of the contract.
So he did start out for my house.
(sighs) - Hey, Art.
You gonna drag the lake? - Yeah.
It's routine.
Why don't I take you home? If anything's happened to my father I wanna know.
- What are you waiting for? - It's dangerous for one diver to go alone.
We're a volunteer unit.
All I got is Mike here.
- What about you? - I run the boat and safety lines.
I need another man.
I radioed over to Clinton for one.
We're waiting for him now.
What do you think you're doing? They need two divers.
They've got me.
Wes, let's wait.
I've been diving since I was 13.
First thing my father taught me was how to repair an engine.
Second was diving.
- I don't know.
It's tricky.
- Wes, don't.
It's dangerous.
- Give me the routine.
- Senator? Are you sure you can handle it? - Give me the routine.
- We work with two men on a safety line.
Sweep from right to left.
If I give you two tugs on the line, change direction.
- OK.
Where are the fins? - In the boat.
- All right, let's go.
- Come on.
(yawns) I'm trying to remember the times in my life I stayed up all night.
Well before the bar exam.
Oh, when you were five and had the mumps.
I wonder what's taking them so long? Oh, come on, honey.
You're not gonna have soda and cookies for breakfast.
You'd be surprised at the things I used to eat.
Uh-huh.
Well, I'm gonna fix you some eggs.
- You? - Uh-huh.
I've been told I make a pretty fair omelette.
I can't remember the last time you cooked me a meal.
Oh, come on, you.
You have some kind of a dream world of what it was like when I was little.
What I used to resent the most was going over to other kids' houses and their mothers giving us cookies and milk.
I never invited them over to our house.
I told them I lived with this mean old aunt that worked in a factory.
- Where was your mother? - Dead.
You think I'm a spoiled little brat.
Well, there are times I would like to take you over my knee, yes.
And I think you're a lady that doesn't know how to show affection.
You know, when you sent me to live with Daddy, that did it.
That's what really did it.
Diane, come on.
That's all you talked about - the big house in the country.
- You wrote me you loved it.
- Sure.
I was his little toy.
He bought me all kinds of expensive clothes and took me to fancy restaurants, showed me off.
You know something? When I'm out looking so grown-up and cool with a man 30 years old and I'm waiting for him to make his pass You know something? I'm in a panic.
Oh, baby.
Mom can we stay together? Of course we can stay together.
I'd love it.
Only, honey, you know, I have a job and I have to travel and there's a lot going on right now and I'm just concerned about what kind of life this would be for you.
It doesn't matter.
It really doesn't matter.
Honey, I promise you, we'll work it out.
I promise, OK? - (door opens) - Oh They're back.
Anything? No.
I want the FBI in on it.
After you left, I had a call from the Hoboken police.
They've picked up Falconetti.
(sighs) Where is he? They're holding him, but your description of him didn't match his appearance and they'd like you to come down to ID him.
- When? - As soon as possible.
- No, I have to stay on this Scotty thing.
- The police are handling it.
Get hold of the FBI.
Peterson in the New York office.
Tell him you're calling for me.
If he's not willing to move, contact my people in Washington.
All right.
Call me.
I'll let you know if anything breaks here.
OK? I keep thinking there's something I should have done to see Scotty had protection.
Called in the state police, hired a private detective, something! How could you know? I knew.
I knew.
(officer) Right down here, Senator.
I had to lock him up by himself.
Hey, you.
Come here.
Get over here! That's him.
(officer) You said an eye patch.
That was five years ago.
Have you checked his eyes? Five will get you ten one of them is glass.
- Is that all? - Yeah.
Let's go.
Take a seat.
How long will it take to get him before a judge? Ulcers.
I got a stomach I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy's lawyer.
I wanna make sure he's kept behind bars until the courts finish with him.
You're a senator.
You pass laws.
And on paper I'm sure they look neat.
But it's something else to go to court.
The man fired a bullet through the windshield of my car.
- That's assault with intent to murder.
- The way I read it, that's nothing.
- What are you talking about? - I'm not brushing it off.
Three assassinations in a row.
Every time an important figure shows his face we go bananas tryir to give him protection.
Now, you've got the Secret Service and the FBI working on that shooting.
They got no weapon and they got no witnesses.
And the guy's got an alibi.
- Like what? - Like his sister.
A nice, respectable lady who swears he was with her all day.
- She's lying.
- You got proof? That's yourjob.
I tried leaning on her to break her story.
No soap.
Are you telling me you got nothing on him? One thing: Came time to lock him up, the guy started throwir punches.
Kickir and screamir.
That's assaulting an officer with a weapon - his feet.
- Feet are considered a weapon.
- And that's all? - He'll be arraigned, bail will be set.
- If he can post it, he's back on the streets.
Till his trial comes up, and that'll be six months.
If he gets outta here there's gonna be plenty to answer for.
I'm sorry.
I'm sure you're doing everything you can.
This, uh sister of Falconetti's.
You have her address? The top one's her home, bottom's where she works.
Thanks.
If he gets out on bail, I'd appreciate you notifying me.
My personal opinion, the guy's got a screw loose.
I mean, read the papers.
You figure half the people in this country are walking around with a screw loose.
- I can see where you get your ulcers.
- Hm.
Buongiorno.
What can I do for you? - Does Marie Falconetti work here? - Yes.
I'd like to see her, please.
It's personal.
Follow me.
Maria, a gentleman wants to see you.
He says it's personal.
Yes? My name is Jordache.
Senator Jordache.
I'd like to talk to you.
- I'm very busy.
- It's important.
A shipment has just come in.
I have to check the invoices.
Up in Whitby, New York, somebody fired a shot through my windshield and just missed killing me or my nephew.
- I'm sorry - It happened on a Saturday morning.
- What do I? - I've come from the police who say you made a sworn statement that your brother was with you on that day.
Yes.
Is that the truth? What do you want from him? What in the name of God do you want from poor Anthony? - "Poor Anthony"? - Why do you keep hounding him? Torturing him, making his life miserable.
Is that what he told you? An innocent man.
Five years you took out of his life.
Isn't that enough? He had my brother killed.
No! Not Anthony.
Oh, no.
Please, I have work to do.
I didn't come here to rake up the past.
Let's talk about now.
Your brother is a sick man.
No! You'd never say that if you saw him with me.
So loving, so considerate, and he's like a boy.
Oh, excuse me.
Miss Falconetti, he wasrt with you on that Saturday.
He was.
You're lying.
You're not helping him.
This idea he's got fixed in his head that I framed him, that he has to take revenge, it's not real.
He's not living in reality! What he needs is care! There are doctors who Doctors? What would a doctor know? Me, I know! He's had enough misery in his life.
Beatings Beatings.
That's all our father ever knew, to hit with his fists, his belt.
A boy who suffered so much through his childhood why would he wanna hurt anybody else? There is a side to your brother you have never seen.
A side that can kill.
Has killed.
And if he doesn't get help, he's gonna go right out there and kill again.
I don't believe that.
Never in my life will I believe that.
For God's sake, he was in Whitby! He shot at me! No.
He was with me.
I saw him in that jail.
I saw what it did to him to be caged up like a beast.
I will do anything anything to keep him out of there.
(knock at door) - My album! - Test pressing.
(squeals) This is so nice! What about the cover? I've arranged a session with Dick Barnaby.
(whistles) Very classy.
- When is it gonna come out? - When we're ready.
What do you mean? Billy, maybe you're in no rush, but I need the money.
- You sell albums, you get your royalties.
- When? Six months from now? Billy, I'm broke.
I'm two months behind on my rent.
I owe the dentist $400.
The way I figure, it's gonna take me $1,000 just to get out of debt.
Look, every year maybe 100 new singers put out an album.
99 of them are never even heard of again.
Annie, what we've gotta do is generate some excitement.
Fire it off so people are just panting to get their hands on it.
What do you want me to do, walk around naked in Macy's window? Um This picture session That old wedding dress of yours, wear it.
I might and I might not.
You sell an album, you are selling an image.
Janis is the crazy lady.
Dylan is the rebel.
You are the girl in the old-fashioned wedding dress.
Stop telling me what I am.
Annie, it's your dress.
It looks beautiful.
I mean I ask you to wear it, but right away there's a problem.
- Now, what's the big deal? - It's not the dress.
It's you ordering me.
It starts with something small, then you decide what songs go on my album and it ends up with you telling me what songs to write.
- It's possible.
- That's what I'm afraid of.
I told you in the beginning where I was coming from, that my songs are me.
And I just want it understood that when we're talking about my career, I make the decisions.
Annie Wear that dress.
I'll think about it.
(Rudy) What I found out in New Orleans is where Estep got the money to found that conglomerate of his, Tricorp.
- Where did it come from? - Estep's wife, the former Claire West.
Oh.
Well, I don't see a story.
Claire West isn't Claire West.
The name's a phoney.
Estep got his money from her father, and supposedly there's blood all over it.
Her father's Albert Dietrich.
Does that name mean anything to you? Who is he? I don't know - yet.
Sarah was afraid to give me more than his name.
Estep's done everything on earth to bury the connection.
And Sarah Hunt told you this? Have you got it in writing? No.
She's dead.
Hm.
So, where does that leave us? I'm wondering, are there any other Sarah Hunts hiding in the woods? Someone else who has information on Estep and a reason to talk.
And this time, whoever steps forward will get protection.
Can you put out the word that I'm investigating? Plant an item in a column? Probably.
But if we do flush a witness out, how far will you go with it? Sarah told me that Estep bought off top men in the Justice Department.
Now, she gave me this.
It's a list of payoffs.
It's just a lot of initials and numbers, but if I can put names to those initials, I'm gonna push for a Senate investigation.
That's a story.
Of course, my paper won't print a damn word of it without a witness.
Let me see what I can do.
- I'll get back to you, Senator.
- OK.
Thanks, Joe.
Joe, thank you.
Really, I appreciate it.
- See you, Maggie.
- Bye-bye.
Aha.
Well, if I know Joe, he'll manage it.
- He's a nice fella.
- Yeah, he's terrific.
- How long did you go with him? - Oh, about two years.
- What did he have for you? - (chuckles) Time.
I've got time.
Um Would you like a sandwich or something? That's not exactly what I had in mind.
Oh.
Have you ever seen the view from this place? - Yeah.
It's lovely.
- I mean from the bedroom.
Ah! It's absolutely breathtaking.
- Breathtaking, huh? - Mm-hm.
- (giggles) I'm gonna see your view.
- (chuckles) Aha! Um, Rudy, can we talk? You have the most peculiar sense of timing.
- Must be my Episcopalian background.
- Hm.
Um, I just (Maggie moans) No, really, I did have something that I wanted - Can I just talk for a minute? - Mm-hm.
(giggles) - I'm listening.
- You are impossible.
How about if we went for a walk? Now? That's what you want? - To go for a walk? - (laughs) No, wait.
It's just that I, um (sighs) I've got something to say and I'd like to say it on neutral territory, someplace we can't touch or hold or lie down.
Hm.
(both laugh) OK.
- Here.
- Oh.
Thank you.
(Rudy sighs) Watch out.
OK, go on out.
- I think I've lost my touch.
- (laughs) When I was a kid, I used to toss passes to my brother.
Is there anything you can't do? - Well - Uh-huh? - Imitate bird calls.
- Oh.
Rudy, you know, you're kind of an overwhelming man.
I mean, I spent my whole life fighting for my independence and now suddenly I God, I find myself wanting you, needing you, waking up in the night, reaching out for you, finding you're not there.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm in love with you.
And it scares you.
I've sacrificed a lot to get where I am.
Yes, I'm afraid of losing that.
I know I seem like a very confident lady who's on top of things, but when it comes to loving, I I don't know.
All those years I struggled to make it, all there was time for was work.
Do you know how many important relationships with women I've had? Exactly two.
Aside from my ex-husband, I've had exactly one: You.
Hold my hand? I love you, too.
Oh, I thought you'd never say it.
(laughs) It wasrt easy.
What are we doing in this park? (Claire) You're a genius.
Absolutely marvellous.
This charity dinner - what's it for again? The symphony.
Look, I know you look down your nose at Dallas, but we have a first-rate symphony.
There aren't many people I'd fly out from New York for just to give a haircut.
Well, I thank you, Alan.
It's the first time I've been chairwoman.
I've been working on it for six months.
Hello, darling.
Alars almost done.
Do you like it? Lovely.
Alan, would you be so kind as to excuse us for a moment? Of course.
Thank you.
Well, what is it, darling? A column in today's newspaper.
An item about your not really being Claire West.
Your past.
Your father.
- What about my father? - Just his name.
My God, no! Why? It's always been a possibility.
Well, get to your public-relations people and deny it.
Claire, it's the truth.
Now, I know it's painful but it won't go any further - I promise you that.
How can you be so sure? I was there.
I covered all the tracks.
Hm? Go on, now.
You finish getting ready.
Getting ready? For what? You're chairing a dinner for 500 people tonight, remember? But, Charles, I I can't! They'll all be wondering what that item means.
My "friends" whispering behind my back, sneaking looks at me.
Well, now Let's see.
What you're gonna do is get Alan back in here to finish your hair, make up, get dressed in that charming gown that Dior sent from Paris No, I am not.
Claire, we're going to that dinner.
No! You're not gonna hide, my darling, and neither am I.
We're sitting at the head of a table that includes the governor of this state, the mayor, the conductor of the symphony.
They're all expecting to see you.
And you're not gonna disappoint them.
Charles, I can't.
Please don't make me.
Come on.
Get up.
Help me.
Now, I'm gonna be back up here in about an hour to get dressed, and when I get here, I I wanna see the Claire Estep that everybody adores.
That famous poise, that enchanting smile.
You hear me? Yes.
Alan? Thank you.
Jordache, huh? He is the one that is behind this this Using whatever it was he dragged out of Sarah Hunt You asked me to find Jordache's weak spot, how to get at him.
I think I have it.
- Tell me.
- He has a stepson named Billy Abbott.
He treats him like his own boy.
- What kind of boy? - Early 20s.
Ambitious.
Real hustler, always looking for an angle.
He's in New York in the music business.
He's just bought into an outfit called Greenway Records, on its last legs, one half-step from bankruptcy.
Billy Abbott? I want Greenway Records.
You buy it.
Take the company plane and get up there.
I'm sorry, you're gonna have to miss Claire's dinner tonight.
- My wife is really looking forward to it.
- Of course.
She'll go with us.
Uh, Raymond Have you made arrangements for flowers? - What colour dress is she wearing? - Yellow, I think.
I'll take care of it.
Thank you, Charles.
Where is Mr Greenberg? It is two days he hasn't shown up.
Did you try him at home again? What do you mean, he doesn't answer his phone? Where is he? All right.
If he calls or comes in, let me know right away.
I'm Vincent.
I thought we ought to meet.
- About what? - I represent an investor whose capital interest in Greenway is considerably greater than yours.
How do you know? A copy of your partnership agreement is in Phil's desk.
Phil? You've seen him? I wanna get him in on this.
Sit down, Mr Abbott.
Your $50,000 won't solve Greenway's problems.
But it solved Phil's.
He just left the country.
What the hell are you talking about? Are you trying to tell me I'm not a partner? That's right.
You'll be hearing from my lawyers.
I'll sue him.
I'll sue him! That might be difficult.
He's probably in Madagascar by now.
Forget it.
You don't know what I've gone through to get here, man! I'm not about to forget it! Relax.
Why don't you just relax? And try to run Greenway.
What? You want the job? - What do I get out of it? - A percentage you don't have to share.
Run Greenway? My way or your way? I mean, will I really run it? It's your name on the letterhead as long as you stay in the black.
Fair enough.
This budget for breaking the Annie Adams album What about it? $60,000.
That's a lot of pistachio nuts.
I think it'll pay off.
You got something going with the lady? Strictly business.
How tall are you? Six foot.
Good.
I'm glad you've got a lot of hide, because if this Annie Adams flops, that's what the $60,000 will be taken out of.
Raise the light rig.
Put a blue gel on that lamp and, uh take these photo floods off the stage.
Relax, OK? Just give me a few minutes to finish setting the lights.
Billy Abbott.
Pleased to meet you.
I'm just about ready.
- Where's the wedding dress? - In the dressing room.
I see.
Vicki.
Time you two met, both bringing out albums on the Greenway label.
Vicki St John, Annie Adams.
- Hi.
- Hello.
I've been reading about you.
You're having that thing with Paul McCan'tney.
Oh, am I? Ask him.
He's the one who plants those stories.
Who am I sleeping with next week, Billy? - Brando, if you're lucky.
- (vicki) Told him about it? He won't bother denying it.
OK, Miss Adams.
Let's do it.
Dick, would you mind taking this young lady first? She's gotta get back to the recording studio.
(Dick) OK, sure.
Let's have a look at you under the lights.
I thought this was supposed to be my session.
Vicki's in a hurry.
I'm sure you won't mind.
I don't believe it.
You really think that will work? - What? - Using her to twist my arm.
You're not the only singer I've got signed.
Nice talking to you.
(Dick) Doris, some music.
- Stand up.
Beautiful.
- Is that all right? That's fine.
Who's the most handsome man you've ever seen in your life? He's looking at you right now.
Good.
That's fabulous.
Up.
Bring it up.
Good.
Come here.
Come here.
Sit down.
That's it.
Good.
Look at me.
Hold it.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Good.
Wonderful.
You're beautiful.
Absolutely beautiful.
Wonderful.
Come on, now.
I forgot.
I talked the company into springing for an advance.
Well, you said you were in hock.
1,000 bucks would get you off the hook? Well, I got you five.
It's all yours.
Thank you.
But first, I think you and I ought to have a little talk about who's running the show.
(Dick) Good.
It's a beautiful day in October, you're walking through a field, the leaves are turning, you're alive, feeling the pleasure of being alive.
- She's absolutely marvellous.
- Fine.
OK.
You're alive.
Come on.
That's it.
You're alive.
Feeling alive.
Feeling the pleasure.
The leaves are under your feet.
Come on, now.
That's it.
You're alive.
That's good.
You're looking wonderful.
Smile, now.
You're alive.
Beautiful.
Feeling the pleasure.
Come on, now.
You're alive.
Good, good, good.
Good, good.
Look at the camera.
Here we go.
That's it.
Up and down.
That's it.
Here I am.
Look at me.
Oh, wonderful.
Wonderful.
All right.
All right.
All right.
Wow.
Beautiful.
All right.
All right.
You're wonderful.
All right.
Here I am.
That's it.
Good.
Fabulous.
All right.
Wonderful.
Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
Oh, wow.
You look lovely.
Thanks.
You got me, didn't you? You really got me.
Dick? - Miss Adams is ready.
- (Dick) Let's do it.
(knock at door) (Wes) Hi.
Hi.
Wanted to check on how you're making out.
Oh I haven't heard from my father yet.
But I will.
You shouldn't be alone.
I'll stay with you.
Oh that's OK.
I'll call a girlfriend.
She'll come over.
Why not me? Ramona, don't shut me out.
Talk to me.
I don't feel like talking.
What's turned you off me? There's something.
What is it? That day I crossed the picket line, you called me a scab.
It hurt.
It made me wanna wring your neck.
But I respected you for it because it was what you were feeling and you let me have it straight out.
I never told you about my mother.
She was the one who brought me up, sent me to military school.
I never knew how she earned a living.
She told me all kinds of stories.
Nothing ever quite fit together.
I never knew where I stood.
Until I went with my father, all I ever heard were evasions.
- OK.
- Wes - It's me and Billy.
- What about him? We went out one night and I was gonna say we made love, but love had nothing to do with it.
You and Billy? Wes Wes! Please, listen! Wes! - Wes! - (motorbike revs) (door opens) Hi.
- You're Diane.
- How'd you know? - I figured.
- And you're Billy.
Brace yourself.
You're about to hear it for the thousandth time.
What? That you're an absolutely breathtaking chick.
That sounds like a line you've used before.
That's right.
Look, I'm sure you're dynamite with the ladies, but do me a favour, OK? Don't start playing any games.
- So? - So, let's get it straight from the top.
The one I'm interested in around here is Wesley.
Smart girl.
Excuse me.
I've had a long, hard day.
(motorbike engine) (door opens) - I've been waiting for you.
- Billy.
Where is he? Upstairs.
Hey, Wes, buddy.
How's it going? Hey, uh wait a minute, man.
Hey, hold on, Wes.
Hey, uh Stop it! Stop it! What is going on here? What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?
- You wanna bet? What room is she in? - Visiting hours are over, Mr Jordache.
Senator Jordache.
Clinical death five minutes ago.
They're still massaging her heart.
Oh, dammit! She said she knew that they would find her, and they did.
They found her, and she's dead.
She's dead bec She's dead because she knew too much about Charles Estep.
Oh, no, Billy! Hey.
Who are you? A little girl from Whitby or a lady who wants to experience life? Hm? You're gonna love swimming when you learn how.
Are you gonna tell Wes about last night? I don't know.
Somebody flips out, I get picked up? Hey, come on.
Who's got it in for you? The senator.
He's crazy.
Do you know where Dad is? No.
He never showed up.
What time did you leave? Four.
About.
God, what if something happened to Daddy while I was gone? - Are you OK? - I think so.
Just keep holding me for a minute.
- Morning, Senator.
- Chief.
We spotted it about an hour ago just when the sun was coming up.
When Mike attached the cables he got the licence plate number.
It's registered under the name of John Scott.
It's Scotty's.
We'd just agreed to terms for a new union contract.
He was supposed to come to my house for final negotiations.
Chief, found this on the front seat.
It's a rough draft of the contract.
So he did start out for my house.
(sighs) - Hey, Art.
You gonna drag the lake? - Yeah.
It's routine.
Why don't I take you home? If anything's happened to my father I wanna know.
- What are you waiting for? - It's dangerous for one diver to go alone.
We're a volunteer unit.
All I got is Mike here.
- What about you? - I run the boat and safety lines.
I need another man.
I radioed over to Clinton for one.
We're waiting for him now.
What do you think you're doing? They need two divers.
They've got me.
Wes, let's wait.
I've been diving since I was 13.
First thing my father taught me was how to repair an engine.
Second was diving.
- I don't know.
It's tricky.
- Wes, don't.
It's dangerous.
- Give me the routine.
- Senator? Are you sure you can handle it? - Give me the routine.
- We work with two men on a safety line.
Sweep from right to left.
If I give you two tugs on the line, change direction.
- OK.
Where are the fins? - In the boat.
- All right, let's go.
- Come on.
(yawns) I'm trying to remember the times in my life I stayed up all night.
Well before the bar exam.
Oh, when you were five and had the mumps.
I wonder what's taking them so long? Oh, come on, honey.
You're not gonna have soda and cookies for breakfast.
You'd be surprised at the things I used to eat.
Uh-huh.
Well, I'm gonna fix you some eggs.
- You? - Uh-huh.
I've been told I make a pretty fair omelette.
I can't remember the last time you cooked me a meal.
Oh, come on, you.
You have some kind of a dream world of what it was like when I was little.
What I used to resent the most was going over to other kids' houses and their mothers giving us cookies and milk.
I never invited them over to our house.
I told them I lived with this mean old aunt that worked in a factory.
- Where was your mother? - Dead.
You think I'm a spoiled little brat.
Well, there are times I would like to take you over my knee, yes.
And I think you're a lady that doesn't know how to show affection.
You know, when you sent me to live with Daddy, that did it.
That's what really did it.
Diane, come on.
That's all you talked about - the big house in the country.
- You wrote me you loved it.
- Sure.
I was his little toy.
He bought me all kinds of expensive clothes and took me to fancy restaurants, showed me off.
You know something? When I'm out looking so grown-up and cool with a man 30 years old and I'm waiting for him to make his pass You know something? I'm in a panic.
Oh, baby.
Mom can we stay together? Of course we can stay together.
I'd love it.
Only, honey, you know, I have a job and I have to travel and there's a lot going on right now and I'm just concerned about what kind of life this would be for you.
It doesn't matter.
It really doesn't matter.
Honey, I promise you, we'll work it out.
I promise, OK? - (door opens) - Oh They're back.
Anything? No.
I want the FBI in on it.
After you left, I had a call from the Hoboken police.
They've picked up Falconetti.
(sighs) Where is he? They're holding him, but your description of him didn't match his appearance and they'd like you to come down to ID him.
- When? - As soon as possible.
- No, I have to stay on this Scotty thing.
- The police are handling it.
Get hold of the FBI.
Peterson in the New York office.
Tell him you're calling for me.
If he's not willing to move, contact my people in Washington.
All right.
Call me.
I'll let you know if anything breaks here.
OK? I keep thinking there's something I should have done to see Scotty had protection.
Called in the state police, hired a private detective, something! How could you know? I knew.
I knew.
(officer) Right down here, Senator.
I had to lock him up by himself.
Hey, you.
Come here.
Get over here! That's him.
(officer) You said an eye patch.
That was five years ago.
Have you checked his eyes? Five will get you ten one of them is glass.
- Is that all? - Yeah.
Let's go.
Take a seat.
How long will it take to get him before a judge? Ulcers.
I got a stomach I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy's lawyer.
I wanna make sure he's kept behind bars until the courts finish with him.
You're a senator.
You pass laws.
And on paper I'm sure they look neat.
But it's something else to go to court.
The man fired a bullet through the windshield of my car.
- That's assault with intent to murder.
- The way I read it, that's nothing.
- What are you talking about? - I'm not brushing it off.
Three assassinations in a row.
Every time an important figure shows his face we go bananas tryir to give him protection.
Now, you've got the Secret Service and the FBI working on that shooting.
They got no weapon and they got no witnesses.
And the guy's got an alibi.
- Like what? - Like his sister.
A nice, respectable lady who swears he was with her all day.
- She's lying.
- You got proof? That's yourjob.
I tried leaning on her to break her story.
No soap.
Are you telling me you got nothing on him? One thing: Came time to lock him up, the guy started throwir punches.
Kickir and screamir.
That's assaulting an officer with a weapon - his feet.
- Feet are considered a weapon.
- And that's all? - He'll be arraigned, bail will be set.
- If he can post it, he's back on the streets.
Till his trial comes up, and that'll be six months.
If he gets outta here there's gonna be plenty to answer for.
I'm sorry.
I'm sure you're doing everything you can.
This, uh sister of Falconetti's.
You have her address? The top one's her home, bottom's where she works.
Thanks.
If he gets out on bail, I'd appreciate you notifying me.
My personal opinion, the guy's got a screw loose.
I mean, read the papers.
You figure half the people in this country are walking around with a screw loose.
- I can see where you get your ulcers.
- Hm.
Buongiorno.
What can I do for you? - Does Marie Falconetti work here? - Yes.
I'd like to see her, please.
It's personal.
Follow me.
Maria, a gentleman wants to see you.
He says it's personal.
Yes? My name is Jordache.
Senator Jordache.
I'd like to talk to you.
- I'm very busy.
- It's important.
A shipment has just come in.
I have to check the invoices.
Up in Whitby, New York, somebody fired a shot through my windshield and just missed killing me or my nephew.
- I'm sorry - It happened on a Saturday morning.
- What do I? - I've come from the police who say you made a sworn statement that your brother was with you on that day.
Yes.
Is that the truth? What do you want from him? What in the name of God do you want from poor Anthony? - "Poor Anthony"? - Why do you keep hounding him? Torturing him, making his life miserable.
Is that what he told you? An innocent man.
Five years you took out of his life.
Isn't that enough? He had my brother killed.
No! Not Anthony.
Oh, no.
Please, I have work to do.
I didn't come here to rake up the past.
Let's talk about now.
Your brother is a sick man.
No! You'd never say that if you saw him with me.
So loving, so considerate, and he's like a boy.
Oh, excuse me.
Miss Falconetti, he wasrt with you on that Saturday.
He was.
You're lying.
You're not helping him.
This idea he's got fixed in his head that I framed him, that he has to take revenge, it's not real.
He's not living in reality! What he needs is care! There are doctors who Doctors? What would a doctor know? Me, I know! He's had enough misery in his life.
Beatings Beatings.
That's all our father ever knew, to hit with his fists, his belt.
A boy who suffered so much through his childhood why would he wanna hurt anybody else? There is a side to your brother you have never seen.
A side that can kill.
Has killed.
And if he doesn't get help, he's gonna go right out there and kill again.
I don't believe that.
Never in my life will I believe that.
For God's sake, he was in Whitby! He shot at me! No.
He was with me.
I saw him in that jail.
I saw what it did to him to be caged up like a beast.
I will do anything anything to keep him out of there.
(knock at door) - My album! - Test pressing.
(squeals) This is so nice! What about the cover? I've arranged a session with Dick Barnaby.
(whistles) Very classy.
- When is it gonna come out? - When we're ready.
What do you mean? Billy, maybe you're in no rush, but I need the money.
- You sell albums, you get your royalties.
- When? Six months from now? Billy, I'm broke.
I'm two months behind on my rent.
I owe the dentist $400.
The way I figure, it's gonna take me $1,000 just to get out of debt.
Look, every year maybe 100 new singers put out an album.
99 of them are never even heard of again.
Annie, what we've gotta do is generate some excitement.
Fire it off so people are just panting to get their hands on it.
What do you want me to do, walk around naked in Macy's window? Um This picture session That old wedding dress of yours, wear it.
I might and I might not.
You sell an album, you are selling an image.
Janis is the crazy lady.
Dylan is the rebel.
You are the girl in the old-fashioned wedding dress.
Stop telling me what I am.
Annie, it's your dress.
It looks beautiful.
I mean I ask you to wear it, but right away there's a problem.
- Now, what's the big deal? - It's not the dress.
It's you ordering me.
It starts with something small, then you decide what songs go on my album and it ends up with you telling me what songs to write.
- It's possible.
- That's what I'm afraid of.
I told you in the beginning where I was coming from, that my songs are me.
And I just want it understood that when we're talking about my career, I make the decisions.
Annie Wear that dress.
I'll think about it.
(Rudy) What I found out in New Orleans is where Estep got the money to found that conglomerate of his, Tricorp.
- Where did it come from? - Estep's wife, the former Claire West.
Oh.
Well, I don't see a story.
Claire West isn't Claire West.
The name's a phoney.
Estep got his money from her father, and supposedly there's blood all over it.
Her father's Albert Dietrich.
Does that name mean anything to you? Who is he? I don't know - yet.
Sarah was afraid to give me more than his name.
Estep's done everything on earth to bury the connection.
And Sarah Hunt told you this? Have you got it in writing? No.
She's dead.
Hm.
So, where does that leave us? I'm wondering, are there any other Sarah Hunts hiding in the woods? Someone else who has information on Estep and a reason to talk.
And this time, whoever steps forward will get protection.
Can you put out the word that I'm investigating? Plant an item in a column? Probably.
But if we do flush a witness out, how far will you go with it? Sarah told me that Estep bought off top men in the Justice Department.
Now, she gave me this.
It's a list of payoffs.
It's just a lot of initials and numbers, but if I can put names to those initials, I'm gonna push for a Senate investigation.
That's a story.
Of course, my paper won't print a damn word of it without a witness.
Let me see what I can do.
- I'll get back to you, Senator.
- OK.
Thanks, Joe.
Joe, thank you.
Really, I appreciate it.
- See you, Maggie.
- Bye-bye.
Aha.
Well, if I know Joe, he'll manage it.
- He's a nice fella.
- Yeah, he's terrific.
- How long did you go with him? - Oh, about two years.
- What did he have for you? - (chuckles) Time.
I've got time.
Um Would you like a sandwich or something? That's not exactly what I had in mind.
Oh.
Have you ever seen the view from this place? - Yeah.
It's lovely.
- I mean from the bedroom.
Ah! It's absolutely breathtaking.
- Breathtaking, huh? - Mm-hm.
- (giggles) I'm gonna see your view.
- (chuckles) Aha! Um, Rudy, can we talk? You have the most peculiar sense of timing.
- Must be my Episcopalian background.
- Hm.
Um, I just (Maggie moans) No, really, I did have something that I wanted - Can I just talk for a minute? - Mm-hm.
(giggles) - I'm listening.
- You are impossible.
How about if we went for a walk? Now? That's what you want? - To go for a walk? - (laughs) No, wait.
It's just that I, um (sighs) I've got something to say and I'd like to say it on neutral territory, someplace we can't touch or hold or lie down.
Hm.
(both laugh) OK.
- Here.
- Oh.
Thank you.
(Rudy sighs) Watch out.
OK, go on out.
- I think I've lost my touch.
- (laughs) When I was a kid, I used to toss passes to my brother.
Is there anything you can't do? - Well - Uh-huh? - Imitate bird calls.
- Oh.
Rudy, you know, you're kind of an overwhelming man.
I mean, I spent my whole life fighting for my independence and now suddenly I God, I find myself wanting you, needing you, waking up in the night, reaching out for you, finding you're not there.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm in love with you.
And it scares you.
I've sacrificed a lot to get where I am.
Yes, I'm afraid of losing that.
I know I seem like a very confident lady who's on top of things, but when it comes to loving, I I don't know.
All those years I struggled to make it, all there was time for was work.
Do you know how many important relationships with women I've had? Exactly two.
Aside from my ex-husband, I've had exactly one: You.
Hold my hand? I love you, too.
Oh, I thought you'd never say it.
(laughs) It wasrt easy.
What are we doing in this park? (Claire) You're a genius.
Absolutely marvellous.
This charity dinner - what's it for again? The symphony.
Look, I know you look down your nose at Dallas, but we have a first-rate symphony.
There aren't many people I'd fly out from New York for just to give a haircut.
Well, I thank you, Alan.
It's the first time I've been chairwoman.
I've been working on it for six months.
Hello, darling.
Alars almost done.
Do you like it? Lovely.
Alan, would you be so kind as to excuse us for a moment? Of course.
Thank you.
Well, what is it, darling? A column in today's newspaper.
An item about your not really being Claire West.
Your past.
Your father.
- What about my father? - Just his name.
My God, no! Why? It's always been a possibility.
Well, get to your public-relations people and deny it.
Claire, it's the truth.
Now, I know it's painful but it won't go any further - I promise you that.
How can you be so sure? I was there.
I covered all the tracks.
Hm? Go on, now.
You finish getting ready.
Getting ready? For what? You're chairing a dinner for 500 people tonight, remember? But, Charles, I I can't! They'll all be wondering what that item means.
My "friends" whispering behind my back, sneaking looks at me.
Well, now Let's see.
What you're gonna do is get Alan back in here to finish your hair, make up, get dressed in that charming gown that Dior sent from Paris No, I am not.
Claire, we're going to that dinner.
No! You're not gonna hide, my darling, and neither am I.
We're sitting at the head of a table that includes the governor of this state, the mayor, the conductor of the symphony.
They're all expecting to see you.
And you're not gonna disappoint them.
Charles, I can't.
Please don't make me.
Come on.
Get up.
Help me.
Now, I'm gonna be back up here in about an hour to get dressed, and when I get here, I I wanna see the Claire Estep that everybody adores.
That famous poise, that enchanting smile.
You hear me? Yes.
Alan? Thank you.
Jordache, huh? He is the one that is behind this this Using whatever it was he dragged out of Sarah Hunt You asked me to find Jordache's weak spot, how to get at him.
I think I have it.
- Tell me.
- He has a stepson named Billy Abbott.
He treats him like his own boy.
- What kind of boy? - Early 20s.
Ambitious.
Real hustler, always looking for an angle.
He's in New York in the music business.
He's just bought into an outfit called Greenway Records, on its last legs, one half-step from bankruptcy.
Billy Abbott? I want Greenway Records.
You buy it.
Take the company plane and get up there.
I'm sorry, you're gonna have to miss Claire's dinner tonight.
- My wife is really looking forward to it.
- Of course.
She'll go with us.
Uh, Raymond Have you made arrangements for flowers? - What colour dress is she wearing? - Yellow, I think.
I'll take care of it.
Thank you, Charles.
Where is Mr Greenberg? It is two days he hasn't shown up.
Did you try him at home again? What do you mean, he doesn't answer his phone? Where is he? All right.
If he calls or comes in, let me know right away.
I'm Vincent.
I thought we ought to meet.
- About what? - I represent an investor whose capital interest in Greenway is considerably greater than yours.
How do you know? A copy of your partnership agreement is in Phil's desk.
Phil? You've seen him? I wanna get him in on this.
Sit down, Mr Abbott.
Your $50,000 won't solve Greenway's problems.
But it solved Phil's.
He just left the country.
What the hell are you talking about? Are you trying to tell me I'm not a partner? That's right.
You'll be hearing from my lawyers.
I'll sue him.
I'll sue him! That might be difficult.
He's probably in Madagascar by now.
Forget it.
You don't know what I've gone through to get here, man! I'm not about to forget it! Relax.
Why don't you just relax? And try to run Greenway.
What? You want the job? - What do I get out of it? - A percentage you don't have to share.
Run Greenway? My way or your way? I mean, will I really run it? It's your name on the letterhead as long as you stay in the black.
Fair enough.
This budget for breaking the Annie Adams album What about it? $60,000.
That's a lot of pistachio nuts.
I think it'll pay off.
You got something going with the lady? Strictly business.
How tall are you? Six foot.
Good.
I'm glad you've got a lot of hide, because if this Annie Adams flops, that's what the $60,000 will be taken out of.
Raise the light rig.
Put a blue gel on that lamp and, uh take these photo floods off the stage.
Relax, OK? Just give me a few minutes to finish setting the lights.
Billy Abbott.
Pleased to meet you.
I'm just about ready.
- Where's the wedding dress? - In the dressing room.
I see.
Vicki.
Time you two met, both bringing out albums on the Greenway label.
Vicki St John, Annie Adams.
- Hi.
- Hello.
I've been reading about you.
You're having that thing with Paul McCan'tney.
Oh, am I? Ask him.
He's the one who plants those stories.
Who am I sleeping with next week, Billy? - Brando, if you're lucky.
- (vicki) Told him about it? He won't bother denying it.
OK, Miss Adams.
Let's do it.
Dick, would you mind taking this young lady first? She's gotta get back to the recording studio.
(Dick) OK, sure.
Let's have a look at you under the lights.
I thought this was supposed to be my session.
Vicki's in a hurry.
I'm sure you won't mind.
I don't believe it.
You really think that will work? - What? - Using her to twist my arm.
You're not the only singer I've got signed.
Nice talking to you.
(Dick) Doris, some music.
- Stand up.
Beautiful.
- Is that all right? That's fine.
Who's the most handsome man you've ever seen in your life? He's looking at you right now.
Good.
That's fabulous.
Up.
Bring it up.
Good.
Come here.
Come here.
Sit down.
That's it.
Good.
Look at me.
Hold it.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Good.
Wonderful.
You're beautiful.
Absolutely beautiful.
Wonderful.
Come on, now.
I forgot.
I talked the company into springing for an advance.
Well, you said you were in hock.
1,000 bucks would get you off the hook? Well, I got you five.
It's all yours.
Thank you.
But first, I think you and I ought to have a little talk about who's running the show.
(Dick) Good.
It's a beautiful day in October, you're walking through a field, the leaves are turning, you're alive, feeling the pleasure of being alive.
- She's absolutely marvellous.
- Fine.
OK.
You're alive.
Come on.
That's it.
You're alive.
Feeling alive.
Feeling the pleasure.
The leaves are under your feet.
Come on, now.
That's it.
You're alive.
That's good.
You're looking wonderful.
Smile, now.
You're alive.
Beautiful.
Feeling the pleasure.
Come on, now.
You're alive.
Good, good, good.
Good, good.
Look at the camera.
Here we go.
That's it.
Up and down.
That's it.
Here I am.
Look at me.
Oh, wonderful.
Wonderful.
All right.
All right.
All right.
Wow.
Beautiful.
All right.
All right.
You're wonderful.
All right.
Here I am.
That's it.
Good.
Fabulous.
All right.
Wonderful.
Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
Oh, wow.
You look lovely.
Thanks.
You got me, didn't you? You really got me.
Dick? - Miss Adams is ready.
- (Dick) Let's do it.
(knock at door) (Wes) Hi.
Hi.
Wanted to check on how you're making out.
Oh I haven't heard from my father yet.
But I will.
You shouldn't be alone.
I'll stay with you.
Oh that's OK.
I'll call a girlfriend.
She'll come over.
Why not me? Ramona, don't shut me out.
Talk to me.
I don't feel like talking.
What's turned you off me? There's something.
What is it? That day I crossed the picket line, you called me a scab.
It hurt.
It made me wanna wring your neck.
But I respected you for it because it was what you were feeling and you let me have it straight out.
I never told you about my mother.
She was the one who brought me up, sent me to military school.
I never knew how she earned a living.
She told me all kinds of stories.
Nothing ever quite fit together.
I never knew where I stood.
Until I went with my father, all I ever heard were evasions.
- OK.
- Wes - It's me and Billy.
- What about him? We went out one night and I was gonna say we made love, but love had nothing to do with it.
You and Billy? Wes Wes! Please, listen! Wes! - Wes! - (motorbike revs) (door opens) Hi.
- You're Diane.
- How'd you know? - I figured.
- And you're Billy.
Brace yourself.
You're about to hear it for the thousandth time.
What? That you're an absolutely breathtaking chick.
That sounds like a line you've used before.
That's right.
Look, I'm sure you're dynamite with the ladies, but do me a favour, OK? Don't start playing any games.
- So? - So, let's get it straight from the top.
The one I'm interested in around here is Wesley.
Smart girl.
Excuse me.
I've had a long, hard day.
(motorbike engine) (door opens) - I've been waiting for you.
- Billy.
Where is he? Upstairs.
Hey, Wes, buddy.
How's it going? Hey, uh wait a minute, man.
Hey, hold on, Wes.
Hey, uh Stop it! Stop it! What is going on here? What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?