Dynasty

- Previously on Dynasty... - (SCREAMS)

It worked. The judge has agreed to grant bail

on the condition of house arrest.

We need to make Liam remember that he loves me,

not Trashley.

- Kirby, listen... - Don't say it.

I'm really sorry.

I spoke to the last cop at Jeff's crime scene.

- No one saw a cuff link. - Seems it was missing

before the police even showed up.

Which means you took it.

You're a selfish, spoiled little princess.

I hate you!

As your wife, I should have a say in the family business.

Well, then, congrats on your promotion.

I will find a way to see Liam.

Laura said that wedding bells

weren't too far off for Liam and Ashley.

(BLAKE HUMMING "EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD")

Good morning, Father.

Sure is. I am on top of the world.

- Sun is shining, - (CHUCKLES)

I slept with both eyes closed...

mmm... and this

looks a hell of a lot better than breakfast in jail.

He's even been humming all morning.

The same song.

Well, it's because it's the truth.

Everybody does want to rule the world.

And some of us actually do.

- (CHUCKLES) - I know.

I still have a trial ahead of me. Mmm.

Well, you don't need to worry about the winery.

I know last week's incident was unfortunate,

but nobody is going to

remember Halloween after tonight's tasting.

The invitations have already gone out,

including to the personal sommelier

to the Swedish royal family.

Well, that makes it the perfect opportunity to introduce

Blue Belt Vineyard's new copresident.

It has a nice ring to it.

Tell Adam what you've been thinking.

It's good.

I just thought we could open the doors

a bit, you know?

There's a whole generation out there

who couldn't care less about Bordeaux or Napa.

I didn't know we were aiming for the Two-Buck Chuck demographic.

We're aiming for the people who know

that fine wine doesn't have to mean stuffy and traditional.

We need them here tonight.

Now, like I said, it's a little late

to be sending out invitations, isn't it?

Don't worry. I'll take care of everything.

Mm. Already hitting the ground running.

Somebody's chipper this morning.

Oh, he's not the only one. Up before 8:30

and working out?

I don't even know who you are anymore.

I'm a professional now. A hotelier.

A pillar of my community.

- Let's not get ahead of ourselves. - Well, speaking of heads,

where are you going with that fresh blowout?

A, my hair always looks this good.

And B, I am going to talk to Liam.

Yeah, but doesn't...

His mother have a restraining order against me? Yes.

- And isn't... - He staying at her house? Also, yes.

But apparently, he and Ashley are talking about marriage.

And I can't let that happen. Okay? Not without a fight.

But you have been fighting. I mean,

don't you remember the slideshow?

And the sea bass?

What, you're gonna ambush him with other fish?

I am going to give him this.

The original manuscript to Liam's book.

With his notes.

There may be nothing I can say to bring back his memory,

but maybe his own words will.

I mean, it's basically the story of our relationship.

I know it's a long shot, but it's the only shot I have left.

Fallon, this isn't an '80s movie.

You can't just stand outside his house with a boom box.

Or, you know,

a manuscript.

Maybe I should bring a boom box, too.

You know, music is the purest form of expression.

And a restraining order is the purest form

of "stay the hell away".

Well, you know what? I have a plan to get around that.

Mrs. Gunnerson.

I didn't know you were an artist.

What-what is this masterpiece?

Mrs. Carrington asked me to make it.

She's added a few invitations at the last minute,

and she wants them to be special.

Of course.

And who is this one for?

Thank you.

Caroline Calloway.

- She's, uh, one of those... - Influencers?

- Mm. - Yeah, they all are.

And they're all picky eaters.

Look, I know you have your plate full, literally.

Uh, why don't I take care of this invitation.

I'll grab a couple of our best bottles and have them sent out.

That's all right.

Mrs. Carrington asked me to see to it personally.

No, I insist.

We're all on the same team here, aren't we?

I'm glad you're back.

Cheers, to the only family that matters.

What the hell is this?

- An apology. - What are you doing here?

I thought I told you to stay away.

Nobody needs to hear more of your lies.

I know. Which is why I came to tell you the truth.

The police didn't find

that cuff link because it wasn't there.

I took it.

Of course you did.

But I did it for your own good, Jeff.

If Blake would've found out

what you were doing, he would have come for you himself.

Then why pretend to help me? Why let me leave?

You would have escalated the war

until you did get yourself killed.

Getting you out of Atlanta

was the only way to keep you safe.

And what the hell makes you think I needed you

to keep me safe?

You have been gone for the last ten years.

Did you really think you could just swoop into our lives

and decide what's best for us?

I know there were so many times

I wasn't there for you, both of you.

That's why I was willing to do anything to protect you now,

why I'm willing to do anything to make things right.

You really want to make things right?

Then leave my house.

Now.

Rosé all day. Groundbreaking.

Hey, Laura.

Yeah, I guess you got my message.

: I know it's crazy, but I heard it with my own ears.

You know how Fallon can be.

BLAKE (IN DISTANCE): Bo? Here, boy!

Drywall must be complete by end of day.

This hotel opens in one week.

- Thank you. - Looking good.

As are you.

The Italians cut a better suit than DeKalb County Jail.

I can't tell you how sorry I am. What Blake did.

Unforgivable.

Thanks. I appreciate that.

And I'm sorry for the way things turned out with Kirby.

It was just bad timing.

Oh, no need for apologies, really.

Um, I'm sure you're both gonna be fine.

You're right. No need to dwell on the past.

Mm. And what about the future for Michael Culhane?

Well, I'm back to running the Atlantix,

and that's actually why I'm here.

We got a new midfielder in from Cuba.

Could take the Atlantix to the next level.

But he's only been here a few weeks,

and his place got broken into the other night.

He's kind of shaken up.

I'm sure he is.

Anyway, I figure a few days' quiet

could do him a lot of good.

I know you guys are a little ways out

from opening up, but I thought you might have a room finished.

You do realize we're not operational yet.

Which is exactly why no one will be looking for him here.

And I trust you guys.

The team will pay well above market rate,

and I see no reason why this place could not be

the official hotel for the visiting teams.

I-I'll speak to Sam.

I can't think of a better partnership for the hotel.

Mrs. Carrington.

Just adjusting the menu to accommodate our new guests.

Thank you.

Though I don't have RSVPs from any of them.

Did the invitations go out all right?

- Yes. I think so. - You think?

Well, I made them just the way we talked about,

and then Mr. Carrington took one.

Blake?

No. Mr. Adam.

He was going to pull a few bottles to send along with them.

Did he not tell you?

He must have forgotten.

- I'm sorry, ma'am. - It's not your fault.

You're not gonna tell him, are you? That I told you.

Don't worry. If I've learned anything from Fallon,