Dynasty

Previously on Dynasty:

- Hello, Daddy. - Kirby.

- You have an older brother. - You're the only one

- that knows I'm not the real deal. - Is that a threat?

- Maybe. - Steven, I'm pregnant.

- You're going to be a father. - You're a Carrington, Jeff.

We're Carringtons. We're here for what's ours.

I motion that we put the sale of the company to a vote.

- I'll contest the sale. - I'm switching my vote.

Liam's uncle has connections in Big Oil.

- I'm in love with you, Fallon. - Claudia, don't!

- Fallon! - Culhane!

- Alexis! - Blake, take Fallon.

Oh, my God! Cristal!

- Steven! - Culhane!

Fallon, can we get a comment? A comment?

- Information on the fire? - Update on the investigation?

Any word on the sale and your stake in the company?

Do you consider yourself part of the Carrington family?

No. My sister and I do not consider ourselves Carringtons.

Hell, no.

Rumors of Mr. Carrington's mental breakdown

or drug-fueled Parisian bender are exactly that.

Rumors.

So, that is what a $50-billion-deal memo looks like.

Yep. I got it from Legal this morning.

I'm meeting with Liam's uncle today to negotiate details.

Our hope is we can announce the transition at CA's anniversary party.

And that is why I love you.

You talk about selling a hundred-year-old empire like a kid selling lemonade.

- You should have seen me sell lemonade. - I bet.

Now, before I got understandably distracted...

I did come up here to tell you that your father is on his way home.

Of course.

He abandons his family while everything's going to hell,

but when it comes to the company, he'll be there.

You know, he's the very reason CA became so toxic.

He raised us to fight each other for it.

I would never wanna do that to my kids. Don't worry. I'm not pregnant.

Baby...

I'm proud of you.

- Even if Blake isn't. - He lost his opinion

when he left me to pick up the pieces for a month.

As if he was the only one who lost Cristal.

The nationwide manhunt continues for Hank Sullivan,

person of interest in Cristal Carrington's homicide.

Investigators on the case question whether the suspect acted alone.

Mrs. Carrington, guess what I have.

- Your discharge papers. - What? No.

You've made a full recovery from your smoke inhalation two weeks ago.

I'm really not sure why you're still here.

What if I get worse?

I can't afford a relapse.

I think you've milked the Carrington tab long enough.

How about I send someone to carry the flowers you sent yourself?

...his mother, Alexis Carrington, who is recovering...

It's my interview. It's on. Out, out, out.

The police think that Cristal learned of his plan

to take out the Carrington Atlantic shareholders,

and...

well, he reacted.

Hank, if you're seeing this, please call me.

We will get through this together.

I mean, I'd do it all over again if I could save poor Celia.

You mean Cristal Flores.

Well, who is she, really? A tortured soul with a hard life.

A stolen identity.

But as Mother Teresa said:

"Do things for people not because of who they are

- but because of who you are." - "But because of who you are."

Whether or not you accept you're the father, I'm starting to show.

And with my divorce being finalized,

you know, people might ask whose kid it is.

And I'm not gonna lie. It's not fair to the baby.

It's not that I don't believe you.

- Well, now that you have medical evidence. - It's just...

I don't know how to tell Sam. After all he's been through?

I am sympathetic to Sam's loss.

Don't get me wrong. But think of it this way:

The longer you lie, it's gonna be much worse when the truth come out.

And it will come out.

- Hi. - Hi.

And I was worried this was gonna be awkward.

Liam, I really appreciate everything you're doing to help broker this deal.

Despite my... decision.

To not be with me.

Yes. See? It's much less awkward now.

This place is popular.

My uncle bought it out. He doesn't like to eat with other people.

There's one little hang-up.

Just a small miscommunication I just found out about myself.

Don't tell me he's getting cold feet. I need this to work.

- Liam. - Uncle Max.

- How's my nephew? - Good. Good to see you.

This must be Fallon.

- Hi. - The legend.

Sorry what's happened to your family. I'm glad I can help.

Oh, thank you. Is this your first time to Atlanta?

Oh, no. I have developments up and down the Eastern seaboard.

Imports, exports, that sort of thing.

And this isn't the first time I dipped a toe into Big Oil.

- Oh. I didn't know that. - Well, the last seller screwed me over.

Once you get on my bad side,

you'll wish you never heard of the Van Kirks.

- I'm lucky to have Liam's help. - Are you kidding?

He's lucky he has a wife who's heir to an empire I wanna buy.

I'm famished. Let's eat.

Your wife?

- Hello? - I saw your message on TV.

Could you get me a toiletries bag?

And some toiletries.

And shut that door on the way out.

Finally. You idiot. Why didn't you call me sooner?

- What in the hell happened that night? - I didn't kill her.

The news said she died of a gunshot wound. That wasn't me. I just torched the place.

Oh, my God, Hank.

You said to take care of it, Alexis.

No, I said watch her and make sure that she keeps quiet.

Okay. You're gonna have to stay in hiding until this blows over.

They cannot find out that we were working together.

They could. I could tell the police everything.

How we met. What our plan was.

I can take a DNA test to prove I'm not your son

and that you switched the first one.

- What do you want? - My money. Five billion dollars.

- Where in the hell am I gonna get that? - Okay, fine. A million.

I don't have anything.

You burnt down my home with everything in it.

You get my money or I'm going to the cops. You have 38 hours.

- You mean 48. - I mean two days. Starting now.

- You don't think Liam misled him? - He seemed as flustered as I was.

And his uncle is such a bulldozer, I get how it happened.

Liam told him how we used to be married, he latched on to that,

and now if we correct him, we might blow the deal. We're so close to signing.

How long do you have to pretend to be married... again?

Through the weekend, I guess. At least until the ink is dry.

If that's all it takes to be free of the company, isn't it worth it?

- What about Culhane? - I'm gonna tell him.

I can't keep him in the dark about something so important.

I'm not a monster.

Oh, children, it feels so great to be home.

Oh, oops. I've got it. Don't worry.

Do you need a wheelchair after a facelift?

I'm assuming that's why you were in the hospital so long.

No, Fallon. They finally released me, and I have no place to stay.

And considering my home burnt down and the suspect is still at large,

surely you wouldn't kick your mother to the curb.

You're right.

Dad's on his way from the airport. He'll do it.

I'm glad you're here. I'm glad we're all here.

Oh, who's been redecorating?

That's Cristal.

Well, it's not Waterford.

You mean the person?

Well, what in the hell is she doing in the foyer?

Hey. I saw your interview.

- What was with you smack-talking my aunt? - Steven, what is he referring to?

- Nothing, Mom. Sam, calm down. - No. Don't tell me to calm down.

- Didn't you see her TV interview? - I meant what I said about Mother Teresa.

They're fighting because of you.

- What's going on? - You never take my side.

- I'm on your side. Let's deescalate... - Quiet! Gentlemen, please.

Don't talk to your mother like that.

Dad?

Blake, wait.

No.

Oops.

- If you want, I can call it off. - Why?

I already survived your fake husband once.

- I really don't deserve you. - I know.

Look, it's just one weekend, all right?

One party? I'd rather suffer through that than another year of you working at CA.

So, close the deal, and we move on with our lives.

But even if we're onboard with this mock marriage,

there's my dad and his Joaquin Phoenix beard.

I'm not sure whether to be worried about him

or worried he's back to sabotage the deal.

I wouldn't put anything past him.

But you? You need to follow your instincts.

Trust yourself.

Hey, can you get us some ice?

Who is it, Jasper?

Oh, Daddy. Come to join us?

A little late for a party, Kirby.

Mm. Considering it started last night.

Everybody out!

Those pills would be the reason the manager called me.

I swear they're not mine. A friend got them from Housekeeping.

You should be having a word with the management

- about their drug-addicted staff. - That's enough, Kirby.

Housekeeping actually is kind of crap, though.

- You should complain. - This is hardly laying low.

There are only so many hotels in this city.

There's always the Manor. You can't hide me forever, Daddy.

No.

Just until they arrest a suspect.

Remember, the last time the Carringtons saw you

you were trying to light their house on fire.

How many times have I told you? Fallon framed me.

That bitch ruined my life.