Dynasty

Previously on Dynasty...

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I'll handle it. I always do.

I'll get her the money to relocate.

If anything happens to her, it is your fault.

I need you to find out all you can about her sister,

Iris Machado.

You were trying to get over Culhane,

and it was harder than you thought.

Didn't you say that we should keep this

strictly business?

We're at work, aren't we?

Ted, hi.

I'd love to see you.

Can be in New York in three hours.

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Hey.

Liberace?

Grandpa?

Wipe your nose and put on some pants.

I'm taking you home.

So, did you read our year-end report?

I should've learned by now.

Discussing dividends is your version

of an after-sex cigarette.

At least you've moved past the

"this is the last time we do it" speech.

No, this really is the last time.

I don't want people thinking we're only in business together

because we share a bed.

You mean a couch.

Or that desk.

Or the sink.

The only time we leave the office

is to do it on the balcony.

Well, had you read the report, you'd understand why.

We're not profitable yet.

And this... isn't helping.

Isn't it?

My mom will be here any minute.

I can't believe I get to spend the holidays with family.

What, so I'm not family?

I mean the two of you.

Aren't you excited to see your sister?

Of course.

Look, I know it's been a long time, but we're Machados, Tía.

Okay? We pick up where we left off.

Like this.

Oh. I thought you were my mom.

If I'd raised you, you wouldn't be wearing that shirt.

So...

The year-end report.

You know, we're a first-year company.

We're expected to end in the red.

When do I ever aim for the expected?

What's wrong?

Did Barneys run out of turtlenecks again?

Monica. She's bailing on me for Christmas.

Well, only fair after you ditched her on Thanksgiving

for that mystery woman.

So... who was she?

Name, age, weight?

Come on. You know about my past, why can't I know about yours?

There was never another woman, Fallon.

I was visiting my dad in prison.

But I thought you cut ties with him.

I'm trying to sew them back together.

And, because of that, Monica's giving me the cold shoulder.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

I hope she'll come around.

That's about as likely as you getting us out of the red.

'Tis the season for miracles.

Mmm.

So is your mom as pretty as your aunt?

Gross.

What?

Intervention or surprise party?

Welcome wagon, actually.

Not for you.

Thank God. I was afraid I was gonna have to act grateful.

My sister's on her way.

Oh, goody. Santa got me what I wanted.

- Another Cristal. - Fallon.

Best behavior.

- Oh. - Are you kidding me?

I'm sorry to disappoint.

But I believe this is who you're waiting for.

Feliz Navidad.

Mami.

Oh, mi hijo bello.

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So, this is where you live, huh?

Oh, the ride up the driveway was longer than my flight.

And who puts a pool next to a lake?

This guy.

- Hi. - Blake Carrington.

Thank you so much for everything.

The invitation, those little sandwiches

on your fancy plane.

Mami, this is, uh...

Fallon. I've heard about you.

I can only imagine.

Oh.

Must be nice having your mom for Christmas.

Best gift anyone can give is family.

Yes. Other than a trust fund and personal space.

Okay, Google, how do I say "space" in Spanish?

- Espacio. - Okay, we got it.

If you'll follow me, I've had Mrs. Gunnerson

arrange lunch for you.

Double helpings, in case mother eats like son.

And you've hidden the silverware?

All locked away.

Ho, ho, ho.

- Dad? - Grandpa?

I come bearing gifts.

At least, I'm returning one.

It's the thought that counts, right?

Steven.

How was New York?

Any good meetings?

I'm sure Grandpa will fill you in.

He's exhausted from his little jaunt.

You know, harsh weather.

All that snow.

Am I in the right house?

If I'd have known you were coming, I would've...

You would've hidden the undocumented?

- Thomas, so nice to finally meet you. - Thank you.

Hey... this is my wife, Cristal.

If you'd come to the wedding, you would've met her.

I did come to your wedding.

The one that wasn't for a green card.

Okay.

Let's get lunch started, shall we?

How's my favorite grandchild?

Busy building an empire.

That's my girl.

- Actually, my girl. - Well, she was your girl

until you let her go and leave my company.

Actually, my company.

I'm glad you're here, Grandpa.

Thank you.

We need to talk.

Oh, son of a bitch.

Is that cocaine?

Your boy was humping everyone in New York City,

save the Statue of Liberty,

but I bet if she wore pants...

What, you're spying on my family now?

No, the tabloids are.

My contact reached out, and I paid to have it killed.

I can't imagine what another scandal would do

to Carrington Atlantic.

A company that I handed you

because I thought you were ready to lead it.

I have been running a tight ship for a long time,

and you know it.

Yeah, what ship would that be?

The Titanic?

You have a new COO

who shared her naughty bits in public,

you were in the middle of a murder investigation,

and you lost my granddaughter to Jeff Colby.

Now your son's a drug-addicted liability.

I want you to fire Steven immediately.

- Oh, how is that gonna help? - Well, if he's going to get caught,

he won't get caught as the head of the Carrington Foundation.

I'm not firing my son.

I'll handle him in my own way, like a father would.

Not that you would know anything about that.

Well, I'm, I'm sorry, that you thought that was a suggestion.

I want you to fire Steven, and if you don't,

I'll contact the board and have them fire you.

Dad, I'm sorry. No one is more embarrassed

or concerned than I am.

It was a slip.

And I am ready to forget all about New York

and just focus on work.

That's not what I want you to do.

I don't want you to forget what happened.

I want you to get the help you need.

What, like rehab?

Fine.

Yes, I will go.

If that's what it'll take for you to trust me again.

That's a start.

Why don't you join your grandfather and me downstairs?

Uh, you're on your own there.

Frank, hi.

I'm expecting someone at the west gate.

Can you ring me when they get here?

I take it you saw my budget proposal.

This isn't a proposal, it's a bloodbath.

I'm not laying off two-thirds of my people before Christmas.

Oh, well, we can wait until the 26th.

I'm serious, Fallon.

Well, so am I.

I'm only trimming the fat