Dynasty

Previously on Dynasty:

I'd like to speak to Mr. Blake Carrington. My name is Cristal Jennings.

I was a friend of your late wife, Cristal Flores.

I think she wanted me to come and help you.

-You remember me, don't you? -Kirby?

To the marriage of the Van Kirks and the Carringtons.

If you wanna thank me, come to my penthouse tomorrow night.

-How did you get into the--? -Escort business?

I have a date tonight. I need somebody who can fill in.

Something bad happened. He started freaking and couldn't breathe.

He said he was having a heart attack. He's... dead.

So, she went from head of PR to COO in four years?

- I know how to pick them. -I'm not surprised.

I mean, Celia was everyone's favorite back at the hospital.

Hospital?

She volunteered at a hospital in Mexico.

That's how we met.

I was a patient, and when she told me what she had been through in Venezuela

and how her dream was to come to America, I gave her my identity to start a new life

'cause I thought mine was over.

You really didn't know any of this?

Okay. Relax for a second.

-Don't move. Face down. -What are you doing?

There you go. I'm a healer. That was our deal.

Trust me, your hand will heal faster. You have a lot of tension in your back.

'Cause I have an entire family riding on my coattails.

Yeah, I'm fine.

What hurts is learning I did a miserable job getting to know my wife.

What do you wanna know about her? Ask me anything.

Would you go to dinner with me?

-So you can tell me more about her. -Okay.

Someplace where it's acceptable to wear jeans?

-Because that's all I brought. -I have an idea.

I'll be wheels-up by noon.

Hey, so, good news. Max's head attorney, Vance,

has the executed contract we need to complete the sale of CA.

Bad news, he wants me to fly to New York to get it.

-Can't you just ask him to FedEx it? -So, worst news,

Max propositioned me.

I had an escort pretend to be me and sleep with him to get the contract, but he died.

-I'm sorry, you did what? -Look, it was an accident.

I'm scared Vance might know something and try to blackmail me.

While you're giving me that look, which guts me,

know that I know it was wrong,

morally and professionally, maybe even spiritually.

Please say something.

It seems like every time we get close to starting over,

the world keeps trying to screw us.

Are you sure you still wanna be engaged to this?

Can you believe it?

So, your plan is to fly to New York to get the contract?

Yes, and to handle the escort.

Let's just pray she likes leather suitcases stuffed with cash.

Ms. Carrington, Liam Ridley is waiting downstairs for you.

They found him naked in his penthouse.

They said he died of a heart attack. Nobody saw it coming.

I'm so... shocked and sorry.

I know how much Max meant to you.

Yeah, well, there's more.

Our family in New York will be throwing a memorial.

-Well, we can go to New York. -I can't.

See, my mom wasn't close with her brother, but she knew I was,

so, she's flying over from Capri to see how I'm doing.

-And to meet my wife. -What?

She's the one who will be taking over the company now.

-She's gonna have to sign off on the sale. -Of course.

Unless Uncle Max signed the contract before he died, but I don't think he did.

I called his lawyers. They couldn't find the executed copy.

I'll leave you two alone, but can I talk to you first, Fallon?

-I don't know what to do. -I do.

You're staying. I'm going to New York.

I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get you away from these people. Then it's just us.

So, are you here to apologize or just violate my Dolce?

No, I came because I wanted to put our differences aside for Steven's sake.

Oh, and the baby's, who is innocent in all of this.

Well, every despicable human was once an innocent baby.

Would you let us host a baby shower? It would mean the world to Steven.

Was that an apology?

An invitation. Don't push it.

Okay, I am sorry for doubting your pregnancy.

And for exposing your naked body to all those strangers.

Now... can we host the shower?

Well, that depends.

What do you want everyone to call you from now on?

"Nana Alexis" or "Meemaw"

or something more classic, like "Granny"?

Listen, you low-level vaginal climber.

We can have a judge take that kid faster than you removed your diaphragm.

Don't be jealous. It's an even worse look than that suit.

-Jealous? -Well, you will be

once your grandchild is the heir to the Carrington fortune

and won't have to settle like you did

for whatever scraps a two-bit divorce lawyer can get.

But, yes, you can host the shower.

Steven texted me earlier.

Of course he did.

-Where is she? -Calm down.

Fallon, come out, come out, wherever you're coiled up.

What is happening?

Oh. Glad to see you looking so well, Mrs. Carrington,

after all you've been through.

-Kirby. -You don't seem very happy to see me.

Such a surprise.

I would've expected... more tattoos.

Perhaps the names of other families you've tormented.

Just yours, Alexis, right across my ass.

What's she doing here?

I'm looking for your spawn who pressed charges against me,

so, I have to go to court-ordered anger management

just because I wanted a few words with her.

I believe those words were "assault" and "battery." I believe Fallon paid off a judge to say that.

-I want her out. -Give her a chance.

-The situation is only worsening. -She set fire to Fallon's room.

I told you a million times, I didn't do it.

Sorry to interrupt, but U.S. customs is calling

about a $400,000 shipment.

-We're a bit busy, Gunnerson. -I'm fine, Dad. You can go.

I promise.

Not far, in case she decides to manhandle me again.

Do you understand what it does to a little girl

to be ripped from her parent?

To be shipped halfway around the world for no reason?

No reason?

- You off your meds? -We both know I didn't start that fire.

-You were always a dramatic brat. -I was a kid.

And you thought you got rid of me. You told everyone I was the problem child.

Well, I'm back, bitch. And I'm your problem now.

Careful. Gently.

They've had a long flight from Japan. Any stress can affect their tenderness.

I heard that music's quite good for treating stress.

Should I sing to them?

These are no ordinary baby back ribs, Anders.

These are kurobuta.

They're from pigs that have not only been fed Japanese beer,

but they've had Japanese beer massaged into them.

-I want their life. -Except for the slaughtered part.

I'm concerned that your baby-tacular shower

seems to be over-over-the-top even by Carrington standards.

Don't be. I need to make this an event Steven cherishes forever.

And wait till you see the baby giraffes and baby elephants.

-Totes adorbs. -Baby animals are totes adorbs.

But their fecal business, not so much, not in this house.

You can have your ribs, but that's it.

But, Miguel, you know that I like my black-eyed Susans to have more space.

These are strangling each other, and they cannot breathe.

Hi, Mom.

I do not love this haircut on you.

You must be Fallon. My God.

-You are stunning. -You're too kind.

- -I'm so thrilled to finally meet you.

And George and I, we would have rushed right down here to Atlanta

for your wedding,

but Jack, or Liam, whatever it is he's going by these days,

he neglected to even have one

or even tell us about you until afterwards. Ooh.

We can get to know each other now.

And I'm truly sorry for the loss of your brother.

-It's so tragic. -Yes, the tragedy of Max's passing.

It's that I could not be there to be with him on his deathbed

to give him the finger one last time.

Why am I always late to the party?

Hey.

-How are you? -All right.

-Fallon, this is my stepfather, George. -Hi.

Wouldn't you have made the most gorgeous bride?

-Oh. -Would you be on my team?

I hope you like to swing.

Mm.

Oh, my God. This is like a Barneys catalog in 3-D.

-You like the Dior. Excellent. -They're all stunning, Blake.

But I think I'd feel a little weird trying on my friend's clothes.

-My dead friend's clothes. -Cristal would want you to.

The Carrington style team... will make sure that everything fits you perfectly.

Liam, maybe guard the alley for once.

Or do you want her to get it past you for the seventh time, huh?

Sorry, but tennis is a blood sport around here.

People have been executed for missing a backhand.

Liam, are you okay?

Oh, he blocked my shot. And that would've been a winner.

You always do exactly the wrong thing, Liam, always.

-We're gonna play that point over. -Are you okay?

-Yeah. - Unbelievable.

How many of these ridiculous court-appointed sessions

do I have to sit through, Dr. Toscanni?

It would help me get to the root of your anger with the Carringtons

if I knew your history with them.

Tell me some of your earlier memories, before you left.

You mean before I was banished.

They blamed me for setting fire to Fallon's room and kicked me out.

That sounds painful.

I spent a lifetime trying to forget the rest of my memories.

That makes me smart, not crazy.

Look, there's something I don't typically do with my clients.

Don't even think about it.

-Hypnosis. -Oh.

Would you be open to me unblocking some of those memories?

Only weak minds can be hypnotized.

I may be a lot of things, but weak-minded is not one of them.

I have to agree.

But focus on my fist like it's a magnet...