And so, the following season, instead of the Knots writers being allowed to expand the cast however they saw fit, a decree came down from the network brass: trim the budget. And by the time we were a third of the way into Season 9, there were just six principal cast members remaining.
Season 9 is an exercise in frugality; it's the season in which Knots Landing is punished for the network mucking with its timeslot. But it's also, to be fair, a punishment that isn't undeserved, as the show had been flirting with ruin for over two years. In its earliest seasons, Knots had plumbed the fears and foibles of the middle class, often brilliantly; even when it succumbed to the influence of Dallas beginning in Season 4 and became more upscale and outrageous, the focus remained firmly on character. But two-thirds of the way through Season 6, producer Peter Dunne and headwriter Richard Gollance departed, and the remaining scribes began to turn a character-based soap into a plot-driven one, with stories about industrial waste cover-ups and underground spy networks, where the far-fetched plotlines became focal and the characters were subordinated to them. And the issues were only magnified when Dallas scripter David Paulsen took over as headwriter at the start of Season 7. The Knots characters had always had a certain consistency and complexity that distinguished them from their sister-soap counterparts. But Paulsen ignored years of continuity; characters started behaving irrationally simply to generate story. (And the plots -- blackmail, extortion, corporate greed and corruption -- fairly reeked of Dallas; there was even a lavish party midway through the season where secrets poured out. We might as well have been at the Oil Baron's Ball.) And when Paulsen left, and new headwriters -- husband-and-wife team Bernard Lechowick and Lynn Latham -- assumed the reins for Season 8, they too floundered. They focused on some of the newest characters at the expense of the oldest and best-loved, and engaged in a rapid-fire series of flashbacks and misdirects and sleights-of-hand that only distracted from the storytelling. And viewers fled.
But lessons were learned by the time Season 9 rolled around. Get back to basics. Leave behind the high-concept plotting and return to what Knots was supposed to be: a show about people. A show where story-lines were relatable: heightened, yes, but relatable. Get back to the human drama, especially the core characters the audience cared about. Oh yes, and trim a third of the cast, to reel in the budget. And so they did, and the result is the best forgotten season in the show's fourteen-year history. Not the best season, mind you: the best one that no one ever discusses. No one talks about Knots Landing Season 9. The best-remembered Knots seasons have story-lines that you can sum up in a few words. (Season 3: "Sid's death." Season 4: "Ciji." Season 5: "Wolfbridge." Season 6: "Val's babies." Season 10: "Murakame.") Even the worst Knots season -- Season 13, by far (at least for the first two-thirds) -- has "tidal energy." Season 9 has "Laura's funeral," but that comes and goes in a few episodes, and although it's a moment that would haunt the show -- sometimes quite effectively -- until its dying day, it's hardly the season's defining plot. Knots Season 9 restores the Seaview Circle cul-de-sac to its roots. It doesn't ensnare its characters in underground spy networks and assassination plots; it wonders, "How far would a mother go to protect her family?" and "How do you cope with the loss of a friend?" It agonizes over how best to make decisions for young children, and when to stop making decisions for older ones. It understands how hard it is to let go of first loves, and how impossible it is to let go of true love. And how traumatic it can be to make a fresh start. Nothing too out-of-the-ordinary happens for most of Knots Landing Season 9; that's its beauty. It embroils us in the simplest of dramas, and we willingly, gratefully succumb.
That's not to imply that nothing of significance happens in Season 9; this is, after all, the season in which Laura (Constance McCashin, who'd been with the show since the pilot) is killed off. But what's notable is how she's killed off. In Season 7, when it was Alec Baldwin's time to go, his mother had screamed him off a rooftop. In Season 8, Senator Peter Hollister (Hunt Block) had been stabbed with a spindle and buried underneath a children's playground. Both exits were ludicrous, but they were the sudsy stuff that '80s soaps were made of. Laura, on the other hand, gets an inoperable brain tumor. At the time, it seemed like such a stark way to dispose of a character (and a well-loved character at that), fans were numb with grief. We aren't even there for the diagnosis -- we come in after the fact, when she tells her husband. And we don't even get to say goodbye; she takes off for a clinic an episode later, determined to die alone, and the next thing we know, we're at a gathering to mourn her passing. We're left with a death that seems as awful and as random to us as it does to the characters in the show, and because Laura won't dwell on it, and because the writers carefully limit its airtime, we feel helpless.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Laura's exit occurs midway through the first arc of Knots' ninth season. The Lorimar soaps (Knots, Dallas and Falcon Crest) were all doing 28-30 episodes a season at that time, and the writers often broke story in three parts; nowhere is that approach clearer -- or better handled -- than in Knots Season 9. Knots' best season, Season 5, is like one long aria: it's 25 episodes of crescendos and diminuendos, of rallentandos and accelerandos -- all building towards a furioso finale. Season 9 is like three one-act plays: like a series of miniatures. One act ends, and it's as if the lights dim, as they would in the theatre, and when the next act resumes, there are characters added, fresh story-lines to explore, and we begin the simmer-to-boil process anew.
Act I starts with a quartet of episodes resolving the Season 8 cliffhanger: the mystery of Peter's death. The end of Season 8 found Abby coming out of the ladies' room at the Lotus Point restaurant, wiping her hands dry, only to find her daughter Olivia kneeling over Peter's lifeless body. Is Abby discovering Olivia's deadly deed, or is Olivia discovering Abby's? That's our expectation going into the summer months, that there'll a mystery to unravel, but when fall rolls around, the writers let go of the whodunnit early on and focus instead on fixing the Paige Matheson problem. Nicollette Sheridan appeared like a bolt out of the blue at the tail end of Season 7. And in her first full season, she hijacks half the story-lines. The new headwriters, Lechowick and Latham, had never plotted a soap before, and they go overboard trying to be clever: they delight in keeping Paige's character and motives unclear. Is she good? Is she wicked? They even trot out "Is she an imposter?" (And what's more, they cast her in a dual role: playing Paige in the present-day sequences and her mother Anne in flashbacks.) And that would all be lovely if Sheridan were up to the task at hand. But one can only imagine that the writers and producers were blinded by her looks, because they seem catastrophically oblivious to her acting limitations. She seems to have no capacity for even the most straight-forward of line-readings; her deliveries are alternately distant and smug, and she intrudes everywhere, like visiting royalty.
In Season 9, the writers try to weave Sheridan back into the fabric of the show, and to find some softness beneath Paige's tough exterior. And they start in the aftermath of Peter's death, when Paige is having nightmares: putting up a brave front, but clearly falling apart. As it turns out, she was there when Peter died (it was an accident), but was terrified to come forward. It's a good move on the part of the writers; it engenders a little audience sympathy. And they don't stop there: they offer up a mea culpa for how they let Paige shanghai the show in Season 8, as -- one by one -- Mack, Abby and Sumner put her in her place, reminding her that she'll never have the upper hand while they're around. The principals essentially reduce Sheridan to a supporting player, as she should have been all along. The writers send her back to the barracks and make her come up through the ranks. It's training that will pay off handsomely the following season, when she has to transform herself from vixen into heroine -- and has (finally) acquired the skill set to do so.
While Paige is undergoing a make-over, other story-lines are getting underway: Abby reconnecting with her first love Charles; Val letting it slip to Gary that he's the father of the twins; Val's mother Lilimae (Julie Harris) acquiring a suitor (a new character, Al Baker, played by Red Buttons). And with those plots in place, the focus shifts to Laura, as she shares her diagnosis with Greg. Laura dominates only one episode, but it's a doozy, entitled "The Gift of Life," in which she resolves -- in the little time remaining -- to leave nothing unsaid or undone. She sees to Meg's christening, allows friends to throw her a goodbye party (she's announced she's leaving her job to concentrate on full-time mothering, without letting on it's her final goodbye) -- all while Greg is making the rounds of doctors' offices, seeking out second opinions and treatment options, drowning in anger and self-pity. As dire as Laura's story-line is, it never overwhelms the show; because Laura retains a cool head, the show can, too. At the end of the episode, Laura drives away, and the other plotlines instantly resume; a week later, they collide in a one-of-a-kind marvel called "Love In."
When I did my post on Season 3, I crowned "China Dolls" my favorite Knots episode. "Love In" certainly makes my top five. It's penned by Dianne Messina (one of the series' best writers, and regrettably, her sole contribution to Season 9), and it takes place over the course of one evening, as the principals engage in family dinners, first dates and romantic reunions. It's Knots Landing at its most winningly domestic, scripted with care and precision (and acted to perfection, under the loving guidance of director Kate Swofford Tilley).
It's an episode full of flashbacks, but it's almost an apology for the string of uninvolving flashbacks that dismantled Season 8. These are about Karen and Abby, two of the most popular characters, whose backstories had never been explored. We see young Karen, fired up by '60s activism (when she's not steaming up the backseat of Sid's truck), a far cry from the contented suburbanite she's become; we see Sid's kid sister Abby, a junior-college coed, meet and date the upper-crust Charles Scott -- and then, when he's forced by his family to marry someone more suitable, swearing never again to lose her heart. (No one had thought to explain why Abby had grown so calculating by the time she joined the series in Season 2. Now we know.) In the present, Charles (Michael York, in a guest shot) turns up at Lotus Point and asks Abby to dinner. In a gently overlapping montage, they catch each other up on twenty years, culminating in her cheeky request: "Tell me your life has been frustrating and lonely and unfulfilled all these years. Tell me your wife is a bore, and your work is meaningless, and your dog chews your slippers. You can spare me the details; just so I know that your life has been miserable, and that leaving me was the biggest mistake you ever made. Then I'll be happy." And his candid reply ("Let's make a toast. To the most miserable man in the world. Me.") makes us eager to see where the story-line takes us.
The evening also includes Gary and Val growing closer, falling into old habits, even though he's committed to Jill. Lilimae and Al enjoy a night of dancing, bonding over the commonalities of their generation. (Al: "That was my wife's favorite song." Lilimae: "You were married?" Al: "Who wasn't?"). And best of all, a family dinner at the MacKenzies turns hilariously uncomfortable when both of Karen's sons show up with guests: Eric, her oldest, returns from college newly married, with his (controlling) wife Linda in tow; Michael, her youngest, brings along his (clingy) girlfriend Jodi. It's a meddlesome mother's nightmare, and Michele Lee is at her most brilliant in these scenes, digesting each dinner-table revelation (Jodi: "Do you think people should wait till they're married to have sex?" Linda: "We didn't.") and hiding her horror behind a frozen half-smile. Until finally, alone in the kitchen with Mack, as she saran-wraps the leftovers, she lets loose:
Karen: Open the oven, blow out the pilot, turn on the gas... Those are my sons out there. I've loved them, I've nurtured them, and they do this to do. They bring those... those two women into my house to pontificate and paw.
And when Mack protests ("It's not that bad"), Karen demands, "Step aside," moves to the oven and turns on the gas. He turns it off; she turns it back on.
Mack: So your first impression was negative, so what? It doesn't mean you have to kill yourself.
Karen: Me? I'm not talking about me. Call those two women in here. Then we'll run out and toss in a match.
Mack urges her to "wait till you get to know them a little better," and Karen sees the light: "You're right. Then no one will blame me." And then she's back on a tear, furiously pacing the floor: "I am going to sue those boys for every penny I've ever spent on them. I just can't stand those -- " and in walks her new daughter-in-law Linda, gushing, "I'm just so happy to be a part of this family." And she hugs Karen, diffusing the situation, then returns to the dining room (but not before quizzically noting, "I smell gas"). And Karen stands there speechless: amusingly deflated and defeated.
"Love In" is the best evidence yet that Knots has gotten back on track. All of the stories are driven by the core characters, and they're relationship-based; for the first time in years, the show hasn't required the addition of madmen, criminals, con artists or kidnappers to generate plot. It's followed by "Flight of the Sunbirds," which ends with Greg receiving a late-night phone call. We hear only his end of the conversation, and little is disclosed, but when he makes his way into Meg's nursery and sighs, "It's just you and me, kid," we understand. Up to this point, Greg's been in denial, convinced Laura would return. (In some ways, even though TV Guide has announced McCashin's departure, we thought so too. Isn't that what soaps do: serve up "miracle cures"?) News of her death hits us as hard as it does him -- and then we cut to black: the end of Season 9, Act I.
We resume the following week at Greg's home, prior to Laura's funeral. But this isn't Act II just yet; this is intermission. It's a famous moment in Knots history, a gathering of the cast at creator David Jacobs' home, where they were asked to improvise -- in character -- their responses to Laura's death while the writers trailed them, notated their conversations, and then turned them into a pair of scripts. But what's been forgotten in the decades since its original airing is what a letdown the first part is. The decision was made to include only the remaining six series regulars in Part One (plus Laura's ex-husband Richard, returning for the first time in four years). The limited dynamics didn't yield an hour of good story -- but once Lechowick and Latham got an idea in their heads, they stuck with it. A pall hangs over the first episode, but not by design; it feels undernourished: as unintentionally awkward as gatherings like that are in real life. But all is redeemed by the second part, which resumes after the funeral, with the entire cast in tow; it's filled with the kind of razor-sharp exchanges and surprising shifts in tone on which Knots thrived. (It also subtly sets up three story-lines that will dominate the remainder of the season.) The episode climaxes with the airing of a video Laura prepared, in which she makes requests of all her friends, then concludes with Sumner alone hearing her final words. Sumner came on the show as the smooth politician with the toothy grin, good at choosing his words and compartmentalizing his feelings; in one key scene, Laura, who brought out the best in him, urged him to "stop giving lip-service to having a passion for something and get passionate." And now he does. He breaks down, in a way he never permitted himself while she was alive: "You left me in a bad spot, Red. I don't know what you're trying to tell me. Why did you leave me all alone? I love you... I hope I don't end up hating you." Devane sobs uncontrollably -- and he's magnificent.
There are those fans who still say that killing off Laura was a bad move: some who go so far as to claim "the show never recovered." They're mistaken. Folks love Laura because Constance McCashin was a fine actress, and Laura was always there with a clever quip. But she hadn't had a plot to call her own in three years; she was mostly a sounding board for Greg. And ironically, because she was the one who tamed him when he went wild, he was never able to potentially ascend to the heights -- or more likely, descend to the depths -- that he could without her. But the writers had written themselves into a corner. Laura was the love of Greg's life. You couldn't just "split them up" -- we'd keep waiting for a reconciliation. It took Laura dying to unleash Greg.
Act II focuses on Greg's efforts to raise a toddler without his wife, and Val's terror at giving Gary access to their twins; it's about the damage we do to our children when fear clouds our judgment. It also introduces a new cast of supporting players. In its continuing efforts to humanize Paige, it gives her an old boyfriend, the charming 33-year-old soap "veteran" Peter Reckell, here imagined as an Irish rogue named Johnny Rourke. Unfortunately, Lechowick and Latham conceive him as a singer, and even though Reckell has a wretched voice, keep making him sing (another example of the headwriters holding to an idea even when it proves unwise), but Reckell sparks Sheridan: he knows how to push her buttons -- and for the first time on the show, she seems engaged. She seems caught off guard, fighting for dominance, and it suits her. And the other set of new characters is a masterstroke: a family to reside in Laura's old house. The Williamses -- Frank and Pat and their daughter Julie -- join the cast, as a family (we ultimately learn) hiding out in witness protection. The witness-protection angle -- which starts as a "what are they hiding" mystery -- could feel contrived, but it doesn't, as we view the Williams mostly through their interactions with their neighbors, particularly Mack and Karen. (As the MacKenzies try to figure out the new family next door -- Mack, the D.A. with a knack for ferreting out the truth; Karen, the ultimate in nosy neighbors -- they unwittingly make a stressful situation worse.) And Lynne Moody, as Pat, is remarkable. Her inflections are dynamic; she breathes life into even the palest dialogue. (Her climactic day in court -- the cross-examination in which she confronts the men who forced her to abandon her medical practice and go into hiding -- is routinely scripted: it's "how dare you?" and "that's obscene" and "I was a doctor!" But Moody's line-readings are fresh and surprising -- at times, each syllable seems pitched in a different octave. She makes the scene work; she makes it powerful.) You like Moody instantly, and because of that, you're prepared to welcome the Williams family into the cul-de-sac even before their neighbors are.
The middle act of Season 9 would be pretty much flawless if it weren't for Johnny's singing -- oh, and one other thing. Abby's big storyline, as noted, is the return of her one great love, Charles Scott. The only problem: the chemistry between Donna Mills and Michael York just isn't there. There's a scene at the end of the episode "Weak Moment" where they're having a quarrel, and anger turns to desire. But it feels like, as the episode title suggests, a weak moment. York and Mills can't seem to find a common rhythm: you see them trying, like two pros, but they never convince as former lovers rediscovering their youthful passion. Everything else about the storyline works, in particular Eileen Barnett's smashing turn as Charles' wife Judith. (She and Abby are a study in contrasts: Judith is old-world money, whereas Abby only stole Gary's fortune in the last couple of seasons.) And Abby discovering that Charles has been playing her, and the coup she pulls off to get even (neatly reminiscent of how she disposed of her first husband, Jeff Cunningham, in Season 3's "The Surprise"), are great showcases for Mills. The Abby-Charles story-line isn't a disaster: far from it. The writing, and Mills and York's resolve, see it through. But as one of Knots' rare casting mistakes, it's a missed opportunity for greatness. It's clear from the way it's positioned that this story-line was to be the centerpiece of the season, but it plays second fiddle to Val and Gary's custody fight, which is splendid, and even to the mystery of the Williams family.
Act II ends with Val and Gary settling their custody dispute, and Greg making a decision about Meg's future. And Abby breaking things off with Charles, but managing to make off with a wedding gift he's given her, to expand the Lotus Point marina. And from there, we launch into Act III: the final set of stories. And it's here that things get simultaneously even better and much, much worse.
Worst first. The young characters on Knots Landing had been getting a lot of screentime, and quite a bit of attention from the press; CBS, it was reported, considered spinning them off. In the third act of Season 9, Paige, Johnny and Michael are given their own plot, sort of a try-out to see if they could sustain their own series. How do they do? Well, let's just say there was no spin-off. It's not the actors' fault: the writers fail them. They ship the younger cast members off to Mexico, and entangle them in a plot about an archaeological dig in danger of being shut down. It's the furthest thing from what Knots does best; suddenly we're in Hollywood's version of a Mexican village (where chickens scurry through dirty streets and distressing South-of-the-Border stereotypes litter the landscape) being asked to care whether some pre-Colombian artifacts can be saved. And then it turns out it's cocaine dealers who want to shut down the dig (they want to build a highway through the town), and ultimately they do: with explosives, with kidnapping and with murder. (When it all ends with the young characters held hostage, you realize their plot has strayed so far from what you loved about the show that you don't care if they're ever found.) And worse, back up north in Knots Landing, the same criminals are trying to smuggle their drugs through Abby's expanded marina, and Karen, Mack, Abby and Gary are stranded in their own mob-related drama. It's a terrible comedown, after the first two-thirds of the season have been so character-driven, to see the show return to the kind of gangster-ridden melodrama that had been plaguing it the past few years.
Only one of the young characters emerges from the end of Season 9 unscathed (she gets in and out of Mexico fast); Tonya Crowe gets a chance to shine as Abby's daughter Olivia -- in fact, she gets her best showcase on the series. The young actress had proven someone to watch as early as Season 5, where -- at the mere age of 13 -- she'd had a raw and riveting breakdown when Gary was thought dead. In Season 8, she has the one great plotline, as her addiction to cocaine pits mother against daughter. (Abby's determination to get her daughter clean by sheer will power is easily the season's highlight.) In Season 9, at the top of Act III, Olivia gets a boyfriend, Harold Dyer; unfortunately, unbeknownst to her, he's the nephew of the man looking to smuggle drugs through Lotus Point. Paul Carafotes is perfectly cast as Harold: you believe he'd fall for a mixed-up girl like Olivia -- you believe he'd find and bring out the best in her -- and you also believe he's the kind of guy who'd drop her off after a date, then go break someone's arm for being late on a payment. He's equal parts sweet and sinister, but Carafotes plays the "sweet" so sincerely, he makes you quite willing to overlook the sinister. And Crowe is remarkable: we're used to seeing her troubled; now the actress shows she can be just as compelling playing something as conventional as a teenager in love. As she gets happier, you get get happier for her -- she's that radiant. And yet, because you know she's being set up for a fall (you just don't know who's going to give her the final push), your heart goes out to her. (Crowe and Carafotes are never again given the chance to shine like that; the writers soon forget what made them special, and write them off after another season-and-a-half.)
But the best-remembered plot concerns Jill, who's tired of playing second fiddle to Gary's exes. In the first episode of Act III, she sets a trap to convince Val that Ben is coming home. Her thinking: that Val will be so busy readying for Ben's return that she'll leave Gary alone. Except the plan backfires: the longer Ben stays missing, the more Val turns to Gary for support. So Jill adapts: upon learning that a few years earlier, Val had a breakdown, Jill determines to drive her mad. And then after a few episodes, she decides that the only way to keep Val out of Gary's life permanently is to murder her. Jill had been introduced three years earlier as a schemer and a flirt, but over time, as her brother Peter became more ruthless, she'd been the one holding the moral compass, taking him to task for each transgression. But since Peter's death, Jill had been pursuing a darker path -- we simply had no idea how dark, and in 1988, the devolution of Jill's character (and the lengths to which she goes to set up her alibi and commit "the perfect crime") felt recklessly invigorating. Now, on rewatching, the holes show. You can't pinpoint when Jill's plans evolve; they seem to switch gears without exposition or explanation. There's muddiness in the plotting, and the penultimate episode is contrived in having Jill not only set up her alibi but comment on it -- and pride herself -- each step of the way. (There's a lot of winking to the viewer, which will ultimately become the Lechowick-Latham house style, but which feels out of place in Season 9.) And the actresses' long confrontation in the season closer, in which Jill forces Val to take sleeping pills while showing her a forged suicide note she's prepared, is shatteringly played, but a problematic piece of scripting. Lechowick wants the episode to be all things: tense, powerful, arty, even funny where possible -- he wants it to be his masterpiece. But he can't formulate a tone and approach that will allow him to accomplish all that. So while the actresses are flawless, the dialogue itself is an odd mix of naturalistic exchanges and others that feel clipped and artificial:
Jill: You are going to kill yourself.
Val: I won't.
Val: I won't.
Jill: What won't you?
Val: I will not --
Jill: What won't you do, Valene?
Val: -- kill myself.
And interspersed throughout are jokes, as when Jill is reading the prescription off the bottle of pills she's going to force Val to take: "'Valene Gibson. Flurazepam. 30 milligrams. One capsule at bedtime as needed. Expiration date.' We don't need the expiration date, do we, Val? One capsule at bedtime as needed. I think we're gonna need some tonight." And then, reminding Val that she could just as easily shoot her, she reiterates her preference for the overdose option: "It's better than 'bang' -- I mean, they could replace the wallpaper, but they'd have to replace the carpet, too."
Yes, it's funny, and even memorable, but is the character being clever, or the writer? Jill has already made a few careless mistakes (e.g., dropping her wallet on the plane), and perhaps as a result, she's now being aggressively monomaniacal in her confrontation with Val. ("What you will do is what I tell you to do, and I am telling you to sit!!") Would she really let down her guard long enough for extended quips? These final two episodes are dazzling in design, but just a touch less so in execution -- diminished ever so slightly by the sort of self-congratulatory self-indulgences that would come to stain Lechowick and Latham's tenure on Knots.
Season 9 ends with Jill holding a gun to Val's head, but the season doesn't go out with a bang; instead, it ends with a distressing whimper, as the characters become embroiled in the kind of cheap theatrics the rest of the season had assiduously avoided. But the disappointments that cloud the end of Season 9 don't detract from the season's very real accomplishments. For most of its length, the show has gotten back on track, after a couple unrecognizable years.
And ultimately, the moments that linger in the mind aren't the mobster melodrama, or the self-conscious scripting of some of the Jill-Val story-line. It's the lighter moments. It's the subtler moments. It's Abby and Olivia, when they finally figure out that neither of them was responsible for Peter's death, twirling off into the breaking Pacific waves, as we hear Olivia in voice-over, "Oh, Mom, we gotta talk more." It's the oblique way Laura chooses to share her diagnosis with Karen, when they're out shopping for dresses for Meg, and Laura insists on buying enough outfits to last her daughter the next five years: "I have to plan ahead." (Karen asks, blithely, "Why?" -- then, seeing the answer on Laura's face, her own face darkens.) It's watching Paige preen before the mirror, dressing to impress -- and when she emerges from her bedroom, certain she's irresistible, being told, "You've got a run in your stockings." (And when she hurriedly changes, her step-brother further deflates her: "I liked the other outfit.") It's Karen and Pat bonding on a shopping spree, in which Karen is convinced to buy a leather miniskirt, and it's Abby smirking in amusement during the business meeting that follows, as Karen fidgets in her chair, trying to conceal her exposed legs from a new client. (Abby, post-meeting, offers her some advice: "Don't be a slave to fashion.")
And it's moments like this one. Midseason, Gary is suing Val for visitation and has enlisted Jill to represent him. And Jill subpoenas Karen and Mack to testify, as both of them know Gary is the twins' father. But Val turns up at Karen's, prior to the court date, terrified at the havoc Gary could wreak if he's allowed into the twins' lives. She asks Karen -- begs Karen -- to lie under oath: to deny that Val ever told her that Gary is the father of her children. And later that episode, we're in court, and Karen is asked, "And did she tell you who the father is," and we hold on her face, then cut to credits. It's the end of the episode, and we have no idea what Karen will say. In the previous season, Karen had been kidnapped, held hostage, and almost burned alive; none of it was as bracing as simply watching her wrestle with a moral dilemma: should she lie under oath for her best friend? And miraculously, fortuitously, Knots Landing has reduced back down to the kind of human proportions where a moment like this feels...well, momentous. That's the beauty of Season 9, and a bunch of mobsters and a gunpoint suicide near the end can't undo it. For a brief time, Knots Landing has gotten real again. It's felt like the show you first fell in love with. There are five seasons left -- and there are some breathless highs to come -- but Knots won't recapture that "welcome home" feeling in such a warm, unforced and inviting fashion until it's nearly time to say goodbye.
Want more Knots? Check out my posts on Season 1, which establishes the characters and struggles to set the tone; Season 2, which pretty much mucks up everything; Season 3, in which the show finally masters the challenges inherent in its premise; Season 4, a shrewd and ultimately successful reinvention; Season 6, one of the series' best story-lines, and its greatest acting showcase; Season 7, in which Dallas scribe David Paulsen, newly installed as headwriter, shows an astonishing lack of affinity for the characters; Season 8, in which the characters return, but the plotting goes haywire; Season 10, the year the ratings rose; Season 11, in which the show jumps the tracks -- then jumps back; Season 12, a shot of pure adrenaline that soon fades; Season 13, an epic fail, and an epic save; and Season 14, in which Ann Marcus, who'd guided the series during a critical time in its history, gives it a glorious send-off.