Dynasty

Previously onDynasty...FALLON: My marriage to Liam

is completely legal, which means oursisn't.

And neither is my contract. Read the fine print.

Morell Corp. and 25% of Colby Co. are still mine.

Michael tendered his resignation this morning.

I have additional bad news.

This is Culhane's place.Not anymore.

There's something you don't know about Culhane's father.

He's quite ill, sir.

If Culhane realizes the connection

between his father's disease and what C.A. covered up,

it might not be so easy to handle this time.

You're not the firstborn Carrington, Steven.

There was a baby boy.

He was Adam.

He was kidnapped.

A P.I. had tracked him

to El Paso.

So we can't even be friends?

I don't think you qualify for that position, Fallon.

I've been told I'm a terrible friend.

See, that's not true. I see you, Fallon Carrington.

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She fit.

Flashing back to my earliest childhood memories,

and I have definitely lost my appetite.

Can't she do that anywhere else?

You know, Gustav said that these floors

are more shock absorbent than the ones in the loft.

There isn't enough padding in the world to absorb you.

I thought this was Steven's going-away breakfast,

not a retirement home revival of Flashdance.

Going away?

Going to D.C. to meet with our federal reps

about getting more technology education in schools.

As part of my campaign, I want to make sure

that Atlanta's students stay competitive.

Relax, Steven,

no one's recording.

Well,

I, for one, am so proud of you.

And I'm doubly glad to join you for breakfast.

Oh, for the love of God.

Too late.

Could you pass the orange juice, Celia?

Rude.

Oh, sorry. Cristal.

A little birdie told me

that you used to go by Celia.

I see why you changed it. It sounds like that disease

when people pretend they can't eat bread.

I'll take my breakfast upstairs.

What? Lots of people go by other names, nicknames, middle names.

Hmm, this is a fun icebreaker.

Liam, what's your middle name?

Well, it's...

Doesn't have one.

You sure about that, Fallon?

It takes longer

to adopt a dog than it took my daughter to marry you.

Okay. We're tapping out, too.

But if Liam and I need any advice on how to grow old alone,

we'll be sure to ping you. Steven,

I'll miss you at the La Perla party.Buy me something

Dad would never wear.Well, it's their women's line,

but okay.

Sure you don't want me to come with you?

I just bought a pair of Italian leather oxfords that would look

so good strolling down the National Mall.

It's not the kind of mall you think it is.

Maybe next time.

Call me when you get there.

: I hope you find what we're looking for.

: Oh!

Where's all the help?

Wow. Breakfast in your house is a contact sport.

Oh, well, breakfast is just the undercard.

Dinner is the most dangerous game.

Look, speaking of... I wanted to ask you a question.

Uh-oh.

It's nothing bad, I hope.

It's just awkward because, well,

we're already married.

HPV? I'm vaccinated.

Our fake marriage contract ends soon.

So before I turn back into a frog,

I thought we could have a date.

Say, tomorrow night?

Oh. No.

I mean,

I can't, because of the La Perla thing.

Right, right, that.

That's not a thing that requires my attendance, is it?

It's not in your contract, no.

Okay.But maybe I could spare

some time tonight for my spouse.

Where to?

The Optimist? Aria?

Actually, I thought I'd cook for us.

Oh.

Wouldn't it be funny, if, just as our contract was ending,

we actually...

Shh. Don't jinx it.

See you at 8:00.

I need a dress,

I need shoes,

I need a hero.

Yes, yes and hell yes.

I look like Hillary Clinton

dipped in Elton John.

It's a dinner date, not the Republican Convention.

I mean, if you're trying to get preggers.

Well, at least I have a belt to hold my pride together.

I already wore half these things for he who shall not be named.

Culhane?

I get it now.

What we need is something that says,

"I'm not wearing this for you, I'm wearing it for me,

"but I might let you unzip it

if I think you're worthy of consent."

Sounds like someone has the first date jitters.

What? We both know this isn't just about

keeping up appearances anymore.

You like your husband,

and it's obvious that he likes you, too.

Get back to work.

What about this?

Done.

Dress, shoes, jewelry. My work here is finished.

Nope. I actually need one more favor.

I was supposed to go to the Colby Co.

board meeting with my lawyers

to make Jeff an offer to sell him back

my 25% of his company.

What? Technically, you still work for me.

Yeah, but you lost me at percentages.

Well, all you have to do is go with my gaggle of lawyer nerds

and be my eyes and ears.

You have my proxy, go make me proud.

And wear a suit.

You're a professional.

We don't all get to look fabulous.

Put this in the care package

we're sending to the Culhane family.

At a time like this, I don't want them worrying about money.

Very generous, sir.

How is Culhane's father doing?

Is the clinical trial we got him into helping?

Anders?

Door, please?

Culhane still doesn't want Fallon to know.

I understand

they're not in a good place right now,

but Culhane can't keep this from her forever.

Well, we have to respect his wishes,

given everything he's dealing with.

Or maybe you don't want Fallon to know the truth?

Blake, the only reason that I agreed

not to say anything to Culhane in the hospital

is because you promised we'd talk about this.

Culhane's father

is the 16th adult in Clarke County

to be diagnosed with cancer.

I'm aware.

So maybe you also remember

that when I started working in PR,

I ran interference on a story about our power plant

in Clarke County.

You were just doing your job, and doing it well.

The science linking

our chemical waste to those patients is weak.

Because C.A. made it look weak.

It's an epidemic.

We have to come forward with this.

That could trigger a class action lawsuit

that would cripple the company.

So could a cover-up if this got out.

Why do I get the feeling that this is about

more than just C.A.?

Because it is.

Will you at least think about doing the right thing?

I don't have to think about it.

I'm in.

Let's just figure out

a smart way to move forward.

Oh, Liam,

I didn't see you there,

sharpening that rather large knife,

alone, in this dark basement.

Yes, this is where I come every night to prepare my weapons

for the massacre I'm planning.

I'd tell you more, but then I'd have to kill you.

But since it's a massacre, you were gonna die anyway, so...

I'm cooking dinner for Fallon tonight.

I needed a good fillet knife for the fish.

Of course you do.

You sure know how to handle that thing.

A few summers ago, I was almost sous chef

at Le Chateaubriand in Paris.

The massacre story somehow sounds more convincing.