Dynasty

Previously on Dynasty... Let's do this.

I can't believe I have been drowning in guilt.

I let Jeff bug our server. You what?!

You were right. Jeff's playing me.

I control everything. Including Fallon.

I am done with you. And I am done with Jeff.

No, you're not.

You're gonna marry that son of a bitch.

I wasn't a drug addict as your father claimed

to the rest of the world.

Your father framed me.

This is the number of an immigration lawyer.

Don't screw it up.

You'll break more than one heart if you do.

What? I asked for violet campions.

Yes. But that flower only grows on the Rock of Gibraltar.

It's quite rare.

So? The Carringtons and the Colbys are getting married.

Our flowers will be picked off the hard, cold surface

of your ass if we want them to be.

Is that a swan?

One of five for the indoor fountain.

What happened to the peacocks?

Peacocks can't swim.

Well, how much would it cost to teach them?

What the hell are you doing?

I am not paying for all this. My study.

Oh, come on.

It's your big day too, Blake.

You told me to plan a ceremony.

The plan was to make it seem like we were having a wedding

so Jeff would apply for Cecil's house-arrest waiver.

Now that they have it, and they're coming here

for the rehearsal today,

would you stop spending my money?

You said that your IT team

needs at least two hours to get into the house

and to erase Jeff's server, right?

Well, that means we need a long rehearsal,

final decisions to settle on: swans or peacocks.

Just trust me.

If Jeff doesn't believe that we're planning

the party of the century, then he'll know

that the last two weeks have been a sham.

Fine. At least I don't have to buy a wedding gown.

There you go.

Think of what I'm saving you.

It's a hell of a lot cheaper than getting arrested.

Or losing your entire company, which you could have

if Jeff had used any of the blackmail on his server.

Oh.

Speaking of shams,

Mrs. Flake Carrington.

I still can't believe you're making her do this.

Oh, he's not making me do anything.

Unlike you, I believe in solving problems I help create.

You told her about Rick?

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

I got a full report from my IT guys--

what Colby had access to, what he might've fed Rick--

and it included records of Steven's rehab reservations.

When did Steven go to rehab?

Well, that's the problem. He didn't.

He was supposed to check in after Christmas.

Considering that he told Rick and the press

and the police that he's been clean for several years...

In other words, thanks to you and Ricky Ricardo,

Steven might have the most to lose.

And Steven still has no idea that all this today is an act?

It's called plausible deniability.

I'll write it down for you. You can Google it later.

Choose carefully.

Make sure you pick the one that best shows off your two-faces.

Come on, Sam.

You know this was out of my control.

Just because you have to keep playing

Ted's heartbroken boyfriend,

it doesn't mean you have to evict me.

As if you're not excited to reclaim your chaise by the pool.

A little.

If the press finds out that we are more than roommates,

or even just roommates,

while I'm still supposedly with Ted...

don't you think that'll look suspicious?

The last thing you need is anyone asking questions,

given your visa status.

What are you doing about that, anyway?

It's gonna take a hot second.

Not like I have anyone to marry for a green card.

Once Anders' lawyers get back to me, I should be able

to get my student visa reactivated.

I don't know if it'll be that simple.

Well, I have to get Fallon to give me

an employment sponsorship.

And then I have to go back to school, and stay in school.

And then I have to apply for...

Considering this country's obsession with walls,

and Fallon's preoccupation with her wedding,

I might have a better chance of getting elected and changing

the immigration system first.

Not with that photo.

What's this?

A reminder of my reason for everything.

The pattern symbolizes...

Protection of family. I know.

And the blue is for togetherness.

I thought you could wear it to the wedding.

I know you don't want me to go through with it...

The one thing I know about you is I can't tell you what to do.

I remember when you were six years old.

I took you to church.

Told you you couldn't participate in the communion

'cause you didn't understand what it meant.

You sat on the other side of your mother on purpose

so I couldn't stop you from reaching for the bread and wine.

I don't remember that.

You understood what the bread represented.

You said, "Body of Christ,"

and I didn't say anything, but I thought... smart boy.

"And what about the wine?" I asked.

And you sat there, thinking.

Then you finally said, "Good luck?"

Now, you see, that's how you've always been.

An arrogant boy.

Maybe if you were marrying for love

I wouldn't say anything, but marrying this girl

for that revenge...

Blake didn't just take Mom from you.

He took you from me.

For 11 years.

That's my pain, even if you don't understand it.

I'm taking his daughter.

I'm taking his company, bit by bit.

And he will feel it. And he will suffer.

And we will stay together this time.

Ready for the show?

You can follow my lead. Obviously.

Fallon, I can't imagine how stressful this all is for you.

I just want you to know I'm here for you.

Oh, but you're not.

You see, the difference between you and me

is that I'll do whatever it takes to stand by this family.

And when Dad asked you to see what else Rick knew, you bailed.

He was essentially asking me to whore myself out.

Well, at least Daddy recognizes your true talent.

All right. I just got an update from my security team.

They're standing by outside Colby's house.

The gate called. Jeff's car has arrived.

Okay. We need to keep the whole family here for two hours.

That'll give the team time to get in, find the server,

and degauss it, so whatever you can do to stall...

We'll be lucky if we can get through the hour without you

and Cecil blowing each other's heads off.

Anders.

Hey, you.

You ready for this? She was born ready.

Well, technically I was born naked and screaming,

but I've come a long way.

Let me be the first to welcome you both to the family.

I believe that's my job. But don't jinx it. We're not married yet.

And, uh, where's your father?

He's not coming.

I know I said we'd all be here, I know it's important...

If Cecil's not here for the rehearsal...

Oh, the good news is he won't need to rehearse anything,

since he won't be at the wedding, either.

Oh. Okay.

Who's ready to talk seating charts?

What does this mean?

That we're hosting a wedding tomorrow

and we have 24 hours to make sure that Cecil's here.

Call the tailor.

Our bride needs a gown after all.

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You're not seriously going through with this thing,

are you? It's not like I'm actually marrying the guy.

No, you're just madly hunting for a wedding dress

to not marry him in.

What's the difference between cancelling today

versus tomorrow?

I was always going to have to say I got cold feet.

Now I'll just have to get them a little colder

and a little later.

My dad is handling the hard part. Cecil.

Yeah, you just have to have a wedding and be an actual bride.

Honestly, I wish we could've picked another

religious ceremony to get Cecil out of his house arrest.

A funeral seemed tough, it required a body,

but in retrospect... Fallon,

maybe it's time to just call all this off.

I know you can't go to the police,

but there has to be another way. If there were,

believe me, we would be doing it.

What kills me the most is that if this whole thing blows up,

I don't even get to keep Morell Corp.

I mean, all the blood, sweat and champagne

I've poured into that company...

For me it's a lot.

I thought you were buying Jeff out. Well,

the deal hasn't closed yet.