Dynasty

Previously on Dynasty:

When you walk out, Blake will see he's not invincible.

-Cecil tried to kill me. -What?

The man was crazy. Who knows what he'd do?

Blake Carrington sent my father to prison.

He's been pulling strings to keep him there.

The commissioner overruled that decision. Cecil Colby's being released.

-Jeff's playing me. -Monica, too.

Jeff Colby is going down.

I can keep a secret.

My life may be over, but I am not going down alone.

I'm taking you and Steven down with me.

Ted. Ted!

Ted. Ted!

Oh, my God.

You don't know? You were with him!

The guy is crazy, Steven. -Was crazy. -I'm calling 911.

Maybe someone already did? I can't talk to the police.

-Why not? You didn't do anything wrong. -That's not what it looks like.

He ripped my earring out and took it with him.

He was trying to frame me for his murder.

Okay. Well, as screwed up as that is, just tell the police what happened.

For some reason they believe me? I'm still screwed.

I'm not here legally, Steven. My papers are not valid anymore.

Really? Just get back to the manor before anyone else sees you.

You were never here, okay? I'll handle it, just go.

Okay, let's back it up.

Why on earth would Jeff want to marry me so badly

that he'd have Monica manipulate me?

-Marriage is the ultimate merger. -Carringtons don't marry without a prenup.

Maybe this is to spite your father.

When you wanted to leave, Jeff was quick to back you.

And smug every chance he got to rub it in.

As smug as you are now? You're loving that you were right about Jeff.

I don't mind it. I do mind you wearing his ring, though.

I had to make him believe that I was into him, not onto him.

The closer I stay, better chance I have of figuring out what the hell's going on.

I mean, what if he's been using me this whole time?

And I let him.

This is exactly why I don't trust people. But he was always so...

Oh, my God. - I trust you.

Even if you don't trust me.

Remember that program Jeff gave me

when we were trying to erase Cristal's affair? Told me to run it on the server.

-And you said it worked. -It did. But what if it gave him access?

I always wondered how he knew so much about the Venezuela deal.

I mean, what if he's been reading all of our e-mails, all of our texts?

-What are you doing? -I'm testing my theory.

I'm going to write you an e-mail professing my undying love for Jeff.

Can't wait to read that one.

I'm gonna say how happy I am you and I didn't work out,

so I didn't have to get married in a church.

-Priests make me break out in hives. -Is that true?

It's bait. And we're gonna see if Jeff takes it.

Welcome home, Dad.

-Your boy did pretty good, right? -Whenever I was having a bad day

in prison, I'd try to picture this place the way you described it.

But this is better than anything I could've imagined.

So, I set it to the property lines. Rules are here if you forget them.

-But I wouldn't forget them. -Thank you, officer.

Well... this beats the hell out of my last prison.

This is paradise.

Long way from that Lakewood Heights shack we lived in.

But it's a proud day when a son outstrips his father's wildest dreams.

You'll be even prouder when you see my plan at work.

You know, I had my doubts about your methods, but you did make me a free man.

Well, mostly.

When you're in paradise...

Why leave it?

Today, we celebrate the Colbys.

Reunited at last.

Blake. Where are you?

I don't want you to worry, but I met with our security team.

Cecil Colby's out on parole.

You don't think he'd still want revenge after 11 years, do you?

Wanted you to know there'll be extra security.

-No need to worry about anything. -Blake, you didn't.

Didn't what?

You know I love white hyacinths. That's so sweet of you to think of me--

Well, those aren't from me.

Oh! They're from Ramona.

From the Atlanta Digest.

Gave her a tip for the story she's doing on C.A.'s experiment.

Nice arrangement. You didn't give her the whole story?

No. Just the tip.

Listen, I should get to work.

Okay. Bye, honey.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Feel free to call your lawyer.

No, that's okay, I've got nothing to hide.

He was by the window, and I turned my back.

So, I don't know if he lost his balance or jumped, or...

Hey! This man still has a pulse! Take this. Let's go!

Your friend might make it.

What were you thinking?

-Sending flowers to my office? -It was the gentlemanly thing to do.

Kissing a married woman is not gentlemanly.

-You kissed me. -Whatever happened, it was a mistake.

-It can't happen again. -That all you have to say?

-What did you expect to hear? -Something like:

"We shouldn't have done that, Rick, but you know I'm impulsive.

-And I love that you're impulsive, too." -I love my husband.

You love your freedom. You're afraid you were wrong to give that up.

-I'm not afraid of anything. -Then why are you trembling?

We have to stay away from each other.

Always causing trouble, aren't you?

Me?

What did I do?

Well, you nearly caused an accident in the parking lot.

The valet said he was blinded by the bling on my finger.

Go big or kill somebody trying. That's the Carrington way, right?

You sure do know a lot about my family.

Speaking of family...

You heard my father got out on parole?

Mm-hm.

I know, it's all over the Internet. He's staying with me.

I thought we could all have dinner tomorrow.

Introduce him to my fiancée.

Well, I've already met your Dad.

In prison.

-He has quite the temper. -Yeah. That was a misunderstanding.

Hates your dad for putting me through that lawsuit and trying to take my tech.

Don't worry, I'll tell him to use his inside voice this time.

So, about Blake...

what did he say? Or did you not tell him about our engagement?

We both know that isn't going to go well.

Anders would start making us discuss reception venues,

book a church, meet with planners.

Too much, too soon.

I can't see Fallon Carrington getting married in a church.

Not without burning it down.

I mean, I'll do whatever you want.

No, I'm impressed.

You know me so well.

-What did you say? -Nothing that wouldn't have made sense

if Ted had simply stuck to his plan and died. I had to think quick.

I knew what Sam told me, that Ted wanted it to look like Sam pushed him.

-Sam didn't push him? -No. Sam didn't do anything.

Ted might have Sam's blood on him. I couldn't find the earring.

Plus, if Ted wakes up from the coma, this is gonna look worse because I lied.

That can't happen. You have to get into his room before anyone else does.

-Dad. -To wipe off the blood. Not kill him.

The nurse won't let in anyone who's not family.

What are you doing?

Because you're a same-sex partner, you're not considered family?

Sir, keep your voice down, or you'll be asked to leave.

What is this, 1952? My son can't comfort a dying man, the love of his life,

because of his sexual orientation?

This is inexcusable, not to mention disrespectful to all the gays,

-the LTBZ community! -Close enough.

Sir, I didn't know he was Mr. Dinard's partner. He didn't mention--

Or you weren't listening, because he's gay.

Follow me.

And I'll waive visiting hours.

-He took the bait. -So, he is spying on you? That's illegal, we go to the police.

-His cousin is chief of police. -Start with your dad.

No. No, if anybody's gonna nail Jeff, it'll be me.

Blake has resources. We don't know what type of blackmail Jeff may have.

Think I don't know that? This is all my fault.

My dad warned me not to get involved with Jeff, and I didn't listen.

Instead, I helped his enemy plant spyware in our house.

You didn't know.

That doesn't matter. My dad once blamed me for losing a deal

because he got stuck in traffic on the way back from my recital.

-He'll never respect me again. -So, then we keep it between us.

We need to find out what Jeff knows.

Ironically, the only IT genius I know is Jeff.

I may know someone who can help us out.

-The nurses cleaned him? -To avoid any possible infections.

Said it's basic procedure.

-The earring? -Somewhere in the alley, I assume.

There's no reason for anyone to know it ever existed.

- We need to find that earring. -Mr. Carrington, tell us about Mr. Dinard.

-Partner's gonna make it? -How do they know we're here?

These things leak. You leaked this.

Nurse Ratched turned into Florence Nightingale

at you being a grieving partner. She ate that story up.

You are a public figure running for city council.

We garner public sympathy and spin the story in our favor,

no one even thinks to ask about Sam.

Except the whole world thinks I'm dating Ted Dinard.

Well, that seems like a small price to pay for your future. And Sam's.

Okay. Fine.

I would like to ask for everyone's respect at this time.

My son is going through a traumatic event, and--

And I can only take a few questions right now.

Do you plan on suspending your campaign?

My priority now is the health and well-being of my partner, Ted Dinard.

So, you're suspending it to be with your partner?

I can't answer that right now. Not during such an emotional moment.

Politics should never come before human compassion.

...health and well-being of my partner.

- Partner? - That's one way to put it.

Well, someone's developed a case of post-traumatic stress eating disorder.

Hard to have an appetite when you might be dragged away in cuffs.

I wouldn't last a day in prison.

This face has "Make Me Your Bitch" all over it.

Hey, Blake is handling it. All you need to do is lay low and stay out of trouble.

Yeah, that's the problem, it always finds me, ever since I moved here.

The robbery that almost killed Blake, my parents kidnapping Fallon,