- [first lines]
- Fallon Carrington Colby: [exiting the courtroom] Steven, how could you say that? How could you say what you did in there? That I lied?
- Steven Carrington: It's the truth, isn't it? Fallon, it's judgment day for all of us.
- Judge Horatio Quinlan: Does the defense rest?
- Andrew Laird: We rest, your honor.
- Judge Horatio Quinlan: Mr. Dunham, does the state have any rebuttal witnesses?
- Jake Dunham: Your honor, the state does have one rebuttal witness, who should be here in a few minutes' time.
- [whispers to his aide]
- Jake Dunham: And this should blow 'em right out of the water.
- [last lines]
- Jake Dunham: Your honor, our witness has arrived.
- [all heads turn to behold a woman in a stylish dress, large hat and sunglasses sashaying regally down the courtroom aisle]
- Blake Carrington: [whispering to a stunned Andrew] What's she doing here? What's going on?
- Fallon Carrington Colby: Oh, my God, that's my mother.
- Fallon Carrington Colby: I'll tell you something, something I've begun to think and to feel. You're the guilty one. You're as guilty as anyone else of Ted Dinard's death. You allowed him into your father's house. You practically invited him to die. Your friend, your lover. Your dead lover!
- Andrew Laird: Blake, this is not going to work. She's not a credible witness. She's a hooker. Please, let me call Claudia Blaisdel.
- Blake Carrington: No.
- Blake Carrington: I told you not to do this. I thought we had an understanding.
- Andrew Laird: Blake, you and I have only one understanding, to keep you out of jail. Now, you have two choices: to go along with me or to fire me.
- Matthew Blaisdel: [shouting] You had to do it, didn't you, Blake? Didn't you? You had to do it to her, didn't you, Blake?
- Matthew Blaisdel: [answers the ringing phone] Yeah?
- Claudia Blaisdel: Matthew, it's me.
- Matthew Blaisdel: Claudia? You okay?
- Claudia Blaisdel: I just called to say that I loved you.
- Matthew Blaisdel: What's the matter?
- Claudia Blaisdel: I know that I've been a problem to you ever since the day that we met. It's going to be better this way.
- Matthew Blaisdel: Which way? What the hell are you talkin' about?
- Claudia Blaisdel: I love you.
- Matthew Blaisdel: Claudia? Claudia?
- [Claudia hangs up the phone]
- Andrew Laird: Mr. Carrington, you have said that you love your son. There are those who will imply you do not. Now, Mr. Carrington, would you try to find it within yourself to reveal to us what a father feels at a time like that when you entered your son's room?
- Blake Carrington: Well, may I say this? That night, when I walked into Steven's room, for a moment - an instant, really - I only remember seeing the room. Just the room itself. This room, some twenty-odd years before, that my son, my son was born, I carried him in for the first time, and I placed him in his crib in that room. I spent the night there watching my newborn son. In later years that room became crowded with memories. It also became crowded with toys that I bought Steven. It was a room where we talked together, where we wrestled together, where I helped my son with his homework. It was also a room where I once sat vigil when my son almost died at age five from pnuemonia. It was a room in a house I was going to give my son one day, in which I dreamed my son would grow up, and his son after that.
- Andrew Laird: Thank you, Mr. Carrington. I have no further questions, your honor.