Dynasty

Previously onDynasty...Hi, Mom.

I can't believe it. Steven.

You look so handsome.

I'm engaged.

It's Sam. Cristal's nephew?

Bequeaths parcel 132 to Alexis.

He left her our home?

She is manipulating everyone.

Especially you.

Your father's been admitted to hospital.

Michael tendered

his resignation this morning.

You little brat!

I'm sorry.

Is today some sort of labor holiday that I don't celebrate?

Where the hell is breakfast?

I was just explaining that the former Mrs. Carrington has

invited you to dine in the loft.

Well, not all of you.

Blake and Fallon.

Ever the gracious hostess.

Only way I'm stepping foot in that loft again

is to burn it down.

Just have Mrs. Gunnerson whip up something small

for the rest of us.

Unfortunately, Alexis has commandeered

the kitchen staff as well.

She's not Grandpa. She can't just waltz in there

and start ordering people around.

Apparently, she can do whatever she wants around here.

Anders?

Assemble the staff. Now.

And what about her?

She's a child playing a child's game.

Best just to ignore her.

Well...

she's not taking my bacon without a fight.

And I thought Bo was the only one who begged for scraps.

Well, hello.

I was hoping you'd join us.

Oh, I'm not joining you.

I'm taking back breakfast.

And my dog.

Wow.

Well, well, well.

Benedict Carrington and Benedict Jo.

Of course you both are here.

So I like eggs Benedict.

You don't have to be nasty about it.

We're just having a meal together, Fallon.

Is that such a crime?

Everything she does is criminal.

From her eye shadow to her patented brand of neglect.

Blame me for the past if you must.Okay.

But please join us for brunch.

We're celebrating Steven's engagement.

Engagement?

Mom...She didn't know?

I was gonna tell you.

When? On your honeymoon?

The other day. Before you slapped me.

He was gonna ask you to be his maid of honor.

Been thinking of a ceremony in Sicily,

and then spend the next few years traveling.

Steven mentioned that.

How fun.

Well,

I won't ruin your little celebration.

Fallon, I want to celebrate

with the people I love, all of them.

We're planning a proper engagement party at the house.

Not with her.

Where everyone can feel welcome.

That's a wonderful idea.

And a perfect excuse to get a new outfit.

With what money?

Sam, you should come with me.

I'll take you to...

L.B. Luft Boutique.

Oh, it'll be a great getting to know you.

First thing you should know is I look good in everything.

From black tie

to community theater production of Hair.

Thank you.

Come on, Fallon.

What do you say?

Bo.

How does he not see it?

She walks out on us for over ten years,

and now he just wants to pick up

like she just ran to the corner for a pack of cigarettes?

I guess everyone has a different way of dealing with trauma.

By causing more? She says she's here for us,

but she's here for her money because she's broke,

and now she's luring the family back to her one by one.

First Steven,

and now she's got her sights set on Sammy Jo.

I mean, it's like the zombie apocalypse.

Soon, I'll be the only one left with a brain.

Who served you that?

I'm starving.

It was in the bowl.

She's out there eating my bacon,

while I am reduced to decorative fruit?

She may have weaseled her way into that loft,

but she is not making it into Steven's engagement photos.

We need to get her out of here. Today.

Thanks for coming.

I believe you all know my wife,

Mrs. Carrington?

What? Of course they do, Blake.

Then, they need reminding.

There's an imposter living in the stable house,

going by the same name.

You answer to me.

And to Cristal.

Not Alexis.

Are we clear?

Well, perhaps we need reintroductions.

This is Tony, our gardener,

who cuts as much grass as he smokes.

Jeanette, our best housekeeper,

can't remember instructions.

Mrs. Gunnerson,

head of the kitchen,

whose several family members eat well at my expense.

However, they all do good work,

and that outweighs their small deficiencies.

But they are not indispensable.

Blake, can we please not do this?

Mrs. Gunnerson, how long have you been with me?

16 years.

And did you have a conversation with Mrs. Carrington

about moving breakfast to the loft?

Yes, sir.

Alexis asked if...Wrong.

You did not have a conversation with Mrs. Carrington.

You had a conversation with the imposter.

And if I catch any of you talking to, talking about,

or in any way aiding

that succubus out in the stable house,

you are done here.

And you,

Mrs. Gunnerson, can pack your things.

Mr. Carrington.

Back to work.

Well, the upside of having an absentee mother,

her not knowing I'd have the keys to Culhane's place.

So you and the driver werea couple.

I was trying to figure out what was going on there

for the longest time.

Yeah, well, join the club.

But instead of worrying about my love life,

why don't you be my lookout?

My mother just moved all of her priceless trailer trash

into this loft, so if she's hiding something...

Wait.

You don't even know what you're looking for?

Well, I know my mom, and if she's not slinging mud,

then she's probably rolling around in it,

so there's got to be some kind of dirt around here somewhere.

Well, considering she's had people here,

it has to be hidden, right?Mm-hmm.

I'd say check behind the paintings, under window jambs.

Uh, an air vent is always a good hiding spot,

if you ask me.

The Talented Mr. Ridley.

This isn't where you tell me you're on

the FBI's Most Wanted list, is it?

Because this family does have a type.

Not a criminal.

I just like mystery novels.

And, besides, I used to, uh,

build houses.

Oh.

I took a crash course on you.

But did it never cross your mind to ask anything about me?

Don't take it personally.

How would you know if I did?

Okay.

So how did you end up building houses?

I, uh, I went to Japan to volunteer after the tsunami.

My dad always joked that I would marry a Democrat.

Just didn't realize he would be a socialist, too.

Oh, wait, stop.

Did you hear that?

That spot made a different sound.

Oh. This is sad.

Hiding her valuables like a paranoid,

underprivileged squirrel.

What is all this?

Cell phone records,

immigration docs.

Mug shot.

Well, we definitely found dirt on someone.

Oh, my God. Sammy Jo.