All language subtitles for Dynasty.2017.S05E15.Ben.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY.[TheRostrum.net]_Subtítulos01.ENG

(birds chirping)

Hey, it's just me, buddy.

If you wanted to
run away from home,

probably should've picked
a better spot.

Wakulsky comes up here
almost every sunset

to drink and smoke.

Dad usually comes along.

I think I might hate him.

Dad?

Sounds about right.

But you can't let him
see you cry, Ben.

Come over here.

I'm gonna teach you
how to play gin.

It's Dad's favorite.

When you get good enough at it,

you challenge him,
and then you beat him.

That's how
you earn his respect.

Is that what you did?

Anders taught me
how to play chess?

Thanks, Blake.

You got it, Benny boy.

Blake? Blake?

Blake? Are you listening?

Yes, I heard you.

Ben's been calling
the foundation asking for me.

Just ignore him
or take a message.

I'm not your secretary.

I know you two have issues,

but it's been a week
since the wedding,

and his determination
isn't dying down.

Is there any harm in finding out
what he wants?

Yes.

FALLON:
Family meeting. Now.

We need to talk about Uncle Ben.

Enough is enough.

Betty is on edge

because Ben keeps
calling the office nonstop.

And do you remember
the last time

an assistant of mine
was on edge? She shot me.

Do you want me
to get shot again?

Because that's
what's gonna happen

if you keep ignoring
his calls.

I assume Ben's been
contacting you, too.

No. Is he supposed to?

BLAKE:
No, and if he does,
ignore him.

I don't want you
or anyone talking to him.

Excuse me?

Excuse me, um,
can someone explain to me

where all this bad blood
comes from?

I'm, like,
completely lost.

If you must know,
he killed our mother.

Your grandmother.

Okay, I think "killed" is
a bit of an exaggeration.

Blake exaggerating?
I'm shocked.

Neither of you know
what you're talking about.

As far as I'm concerned,

Ben's negligence was murder
by another name.

It was Thanksgiving,

22 years ago.

Everyone was here
for the weekend.

My mother had had a skiing
accident a few months earlier,

and she wasn't herself yet,
cognitively.

So she needed 24-hour care.

She wouldn't let anyone
take care of her,

except family.

It was Ben's night to watch her,
and for some reason

he left her unattended,
and she...

It's okay, Blake.

We found her drowned
later that night in the bathtub.

She was the best woman
I ever knew.

Certainly glad
I made you relive that.

CRISTAL:
No one here is

questioning your pain, Blake,

but Ben isn't going anywhere
until you hear him out.

Now that we know
the implantation worked,

what's the next step?

College applications?

(laughter)

Now we wait about ten days
for a blood test

to see if I'm pregnant, right?

Actually, not in this case.
You're already pregnant.

Wait,
she's already pregnant?

Yeah, apparently your embryo is
a bit of an overachiever.

Maybe college is
a good idea.

I'll give you
a few moments to yourselves,

then we can discuss next steps.

Well, this is fantastic news.

I can't believe this is real.

I mean, Liam.

We're gonna be parents.

(chuckles):
We're gonna be parents.

Do you two want some privacy,
or...

No, no. Please stay.

I mean, you're such
a big part of this,

and I don't even know
how to begin thanking you.

I'd pretty much given up.

You don't have to thank me,
but...

how about a group hug?

♪ ♪

(Stacey and Fallon gasp)

(singsongy):
Congratulations, family.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I work here,
and I was just passing by

as I heard

the wonderful news.

Between you and I, Dr. Keith has
a voice that really projects.

So it's sometimes a problem

for confidentiality.

when it comes
to confidentiality.

And in case you forgot,
my voice projects, too.

So leave, now!

Fine,
but if anyone needs any help

with anything
along this prenatal journey,

just, uh, ask.

FALLON:
Maybe never join
a group hug unannounced

without permission ever again.

No promises.

I know I said I wanted statement
pieces for Pride weekend,

but isn't this
a bit on the nose, honey?

As your longtime stylist,
I'm confused.

What statement are you
trying to make? "I'm boring"?

Ooh! She brought the sass today.

I think I'm trying to say,

"I am queer, I am proud,

but I'm also managing a hotel
all weekend."

No to the jacket, then.

Lance Bass wore something
similar to his party

last night anyway, so...

What?

Lance Bash was last night?

Were you not invited?

I am always on the list
for that party.

I'm one of
Atlanta's most recognized

and respected gay elites.

I don't understand.

Maybe they sent the invite

to a different Sammy Jo.

Hey, actually, uh,
can we finish this later?

I got another client to get to.

On second thought,

this little number
will be perfect

for my Sahara Club bash
happening tomorrow.

You're hosting?

It's only gonna be
the biggest,

baddest, raunchiest
Pride party in Atlanta.

I think that was the most
pre-prenatal yoga session ever.

(chuckles) Well, you know,
I just like

to get ahead of things.
Thank you, by the way,

for agreeing to this little
lunch and yoga surro-date.

I know it's not technically
in our gestational agreement.

But I just thought, now that
we're officially pregnant,

it might be nice.

I like getting
to know you, too,

and spending time in the famous
Carrington Manor is fun.

(gasps)

You should move in.

This relationship is off
to such a great start,

why not make it permanent?

We haven't even had
a dinner date yet,

and you already want to
cohabitate?

You weren't kidding
about getting ahead of things.

Uh, can I think on it?

Oh, yeah. Of course.

I got a job offer,

but I wanted to gauge
your comfort level

before I accept it.

I thought you loved working
at the Natural History Museum.

I do,

but as a paleontologist,

there's always
the lure of field work,

should the opportunity arise.

And I'm guessing one has arisen?

This crazy rich
real estate guy, Emmett Doyle,

is funding a dig on
his large Appalachian property.

Preliminary signs suggest

a new subspecies
of tyrannosaur is there.

(chuckles)

A tyrannosaur, okay.

Um, so how long do you think
this dig would take?

Maybe like a day or two?

More like a month or two.

Oh. Okay.

It certainly sounds like
a great opportunity.

I just didn't foresee you
jetting off, you know,

to Jurassic Park
five minutes into the pregnancy.

And what's going on
with your arm?

Is that a rash?

I showed it to my dermo
the other day.

It's nothing.
It's just eczema.

Look, if you want me
to skip the dig,

you can just say it.

Of course I don't want you
to skip the dig.

No, no, you should go.

This-this is
a big deal for you.

Wow. Really? Thank you.

I-I guess I should get home
and get packing.

Are you sure you're okay
with this?

Absolutely. Yeah.

You go get those fossils, girl!

Okay. (laughs)

This office is a bit quainter
than I'd expect from you.

Obviously
someone else decorated it.

Probably your, uh,
your third wife?

You're on your fourth,
aren't you?

Actually, we...

we have a baby on the way.

Just tell me what you're doing
back in Atlanta.

I have no interest
in endless chitchat

with the man
who killed our mother.

I didn't kill anyone.

And I'm tired of
suffering the consequences

from a society
that thinks otherwise.

So you need to
publicly clear my name.

Hold a press conference,
Blake.

Explain that Mother's death was
just a tragic accident.

Are you kidding?
Why would I do that?

I'm not comfortable lying.

(scoffs) Wow.

Only you could lie
about not lying.

Just like you lied about
not seeing the note I wrote you

asking you
to take care of Mother.

There was no note!

You invented that excuse
to cover your negligence,

and it failed.

Blake, I can't bring
another child into a world

that thinks
I'm a negligent killer.

Then move to Mars.

'Cause here on Earth,
that's not changing.

It's why our dad cut you
out of the will.

This isn't about money, Blake.

But if you can't do
what's right,

you'll have to pay the price.

You think you scare me,
little brother?

I know I do.

♪ ♪

So, in essence, I'm thinking
this party should be

Call Me by Your Name meets

the WeHo strip meets
Tom of Finland.

Wistful, twink-y,

leather daddy realness,
that's the vibe.

When you say "vibe,"

do you mean "theme"?

Why? Is there a difference?

a blowout in 24 hours,

and "vibe" doesn't inspire
a tangible shopping list.

That's why I already put one
together.

Yes, it's eight pages long.

No, I will not be compromising,
and you, Culhane,

need to make sure
the bar is stocked

with enough premium vodka
to fill the Nile.

Okay, let's say
we pull this off on time,

which is highly doubtful,

how's anyone gonna know

we're even having a party here?

Pride is already going on,

and we haven't publicized
the event.

I have a plan.

wait until your birthday
to do this?

I don't need to remind anyone
about my age.

But I do need to remind

the Atlanta gay scene
that I'm here,

so they remember to invite me
to their exclusive parties.

Oh.

So this is about
Lance Bass snubbing you?

No. Not at all.

Okay, maybe a little bit.

But after the year I've had,
I...

I think I need this.

Please?

Hey, I've got publisher meetings
all day,

but I came home
as soon as I could.

What's going on?

Stacey has a rash on her arm.

You're joking.

I don't joke about rashes.
This is serious.

I mean, what if it turns
into something more dangerous

for our baby-to-be?

According to the Internet...

Four words that strike fear
into every doctor.

This could theoretically
kill her.

I'm pretty sure Stacey hasn't
been to Micronesia lately,

so I think we can rule that out.

But if you're
really concerned,

tell her to see a doctor.

Well, she did,
and she said it was eczema.

(chuckles):
So maybe it's eczema?

Look, I'm sure she would
skip the dig if you just asked.

I can't ask her.
This is a new relationship.

If I alienate her,
the next thing we know

she's run off with our baby,

and you and I are suddenly

an eight-episode podcast

with a very unhappy ending.

Well, as long
as you're not going

to the worst-case scenario.

Why don't we get
a second opinion

and just trust the medicine?

Okay?

CRISTAL:
There's actually something
I need to talk to you about.

Apparently,
a winner of a painting

at the Gala auction

flagged his Vermeer
as a possible forgery.

It's probably
just a money grab,

but since Ben works
in the art world,

I felt you should know.

This Vermeer is
from my personal collection.

So?

It's Ben.

He probably paid the buyer

to create some kind of scandal.

Can you arrange a meeting
with this guy?

Sure, but maybe we should
just send the curator

to assess on our behalf.

No. Absolutely not.
We have to be there.

We need to assess way more
than whether or not

this is a-a forged painting.

This is so generous, Fallon.

I don't even know how I'm gonna
fit it all in my car.

Definitely not in my bag.

Oh, which reminds me,

I should probably
get home and go pack.

Oh, wait, wait.
Um, there's an exfoliant

way at the bottom of this basket
that I feel I need to explain.

Sorry I'm late...

for the brother-sister
pottery class

that we have planned.

Stacey! Glad I caught you.

So, when I saw you
at the hospital earlier,

I noticed something on your arm.

Oh, this?

Ugh, it's just eczema.

I've already discussed it
with Fallon.

Fallon's not a doctor,
last time I checked.

Just saying, women
with developing pregnancies

need to be extra cautious.

Just, you know,
maybe take it easy this week.

But that won't work.

I mean, Stacey has a dig

that she's supposed to go to.

(chuckles):
Could you be any stricter?

STACEY: Honestly,
I'm just highly sensitive

to advanced
glycation end-products,

which prime a production of
allergic phenotypes

as an overreaction.

D-Duly noted. Great.

Um, so...

then have an amazing dig.

Thank you.
And thanks again, Fallon,

for the basket, but I think
I'll pick it up when I get back.

See you at the next appointment.

See you then.
(chuckles forcefully)

"Have an amazing dig"?
What's wrong with you?

I told you to play bad cop,
not roll-over-and-play-dead cop.

(chuckles)
Do you want my advice?

Have I ever said yes to that?

Just don't think about it.

Stacey and her womb
are gonna be absolutely fine.

You really need to relax.

You know, there really is
a pottery class.

We could go
throw some clay.

I'd rather
throw myself off a cliff,

but thank you.

I don't know how much
Ben is paying you

to claim the painting's a fake,
but...

yeah, it won't work.

OSCAR:
Mr. Carrington,
I don't know

who Ben is, but when someone
calls to tell me

my new baby is a fraud,
I'm gonna look into it.

CRISTAL:
We're just here

to get to the truth,
whatever that may be.

The truth is this is a
finely made work of art.

And a forgery.

It's a very good one.

And it seems to be lined
on the back with...

Playing cards?

This is Ben's work.

He's sending us a message.
He's shameless.

What's shameless

is a charity selling forged art
to make money.

CRISTAL:
We never would've

knowingly auctioned off a fake.

Would you accept a refund
in exchange for discretion?

Add a 15% markup.

You insulted me
in my own casa.

That's not free.

That was close.

I have a feeling Ben's not done.

(knock on door)

Hello, Ben.

Aren't you going to invite
your sister in?

BEN:
I, uh...

I should have called,
I know. I wanted to.

I just... I assumed

Blake poisoned the well.

We used to get along famously,

but it seems
you never knew me after all.

If you had,

you'd know my opinions
are self-made.

Much like my success.

Of course. My mistake.

No, thanks.

I just came to
say one thing.

Whatever you're planning,

I want no part
of it. Good talk.

Okay. Hey, wait. All right,
I get it. I get it.

You're above what's going on
between us brothers,

but what I don't get
is why you're so loyal to him

after all he's done.

Blake and I are
past our issues.

what he's done to you. I meant
what he did to your mother

all those years ago.

Do you remember

when Lo was fired from C.A.
as Thomas's secretary?

Of course.

Thomas claimed she had violated

a noncompete clause
in her contract.

Thomas adored Lo.

Never would've fired her
over something so minor.

So you're saying
Blake fired her?

Blake needed the job to open up.

For what reason?

a mistress of his to get it.

Yeah.

You want to catch some dinner?
I got plenty more to tell.

Like I said,
keep me the hell out of it, Ben.

And don't ever

offer me hotel
chardonnay again.

Hey, uh, careful
with those speakers.

They pack a huge punch
for a space this small.

(distortion hisses)

I can cross another thing
off Sam's list:

speakers with bass so thick
they'll puncture an eardrum.

I, for one,
appreciate the distraction.

Rebuilding Colby Co. hasn't
been as smooth as I'd hoped.

Well, what's the snag?

Some European shell company

snatched up a few
of the major divisions.

And I can't find
the sales docs,

which I need
so I can make someone

an offer to buy them back.

Maybe you should
go to Europe.

I recommend Milan.

Oh, did someone say Europe?

I just spent the whole ride here
hounding contacts over there.

Oh, for Jeff's companies?

No, uh, uh,
Blake asked me to try

and find out where
his brother is hiding

a stolen Vermeer,
but I couldn't find anything.

More information
on Ben is needed.

Information I can't access
because it's encrypted.

Uh...

(laughs):
Hello?

This is fate.

Jeff's got hacker
skills that could solve

your encryption problem.

And Amanda can
use her contacts

across the pond to try
and track down these sales docs.

I guess, but I'm a bit gutted
that "being European"

is my, uh, only asset.

That could change
if you stop saying things

like "little bit gutted."

JEFF:
Yeah, well, I'm, uh,

not really into helping Blake,
not even indirectly.

Well, he's actually been
a lot better recently.

He, uh, he even said Kirby and I
were a "handsome" couple,

which is a bit...

it's a bit weird,

but, um, sweet.

Okay.

Or forget about Blake.

You know the Carrington children
are good people.

JEFF:
Some of them.

Okay, I know you got
a track record in London

of being on the right side
of human rights cases.

So maybe partnering
with a relative

who's on the same page
isn't such a bad idea.

What do you say?

(laughs softly)
Sure.

ADAM:
I brought you a weighted blanket
to force you to calm down,

but, hey, look at that,

you've actually taken
my advice to relax.

Yep, just having a
nice glass of riesling

and watching a movie.
You can go now.

And what movie might that be?

Um, just, you know, one of those
Indiana Jones things.

Uh, it looks super realistic.

Okay, fine, you caught me.
I am watching

a live feed of the Natural
History Museum setup

of Stacey's dig.

This is sad.

is that that rash

could have already
spread to my baby,

thanks to you.

But since
you're here,

how about a second
second opinion?

Okay, you want
my professional opinion?

Mm-hmm.

You're absolutely right.

I am?

Yeah. Pack your bags,

because we need to go to
that dig site in person,

pretend to
be volunteers

and monitor Stacey's rash
until it goes away

or, you know,
until she goes home.

You're really putting the "rash"
into irrational right now,

because Stacey will
definitely recognize us.

That dig site is huge. There
will be hundreds of volunteers.

What's two more? And it's your
fault we're in this mess.

Go on.

Tell me your list of demands.

If I go to the dig, I would like

weekly one-on-one dinners
with you.

(grunts)

the most popular
Carrington right now,

and your approval
could really help.

How's biannual?

Weekly or no deal.

Go pack a pair of
binoculars, a shovel,

and wear whatever
paleontologists wear.

We leave first thing
in the morning.

Thank you.

Uh, what's with
the construction stuff?

Did the theme
of the party change

to Village People realness?

The theme's the same,
but I had a revelation

about our promotion strategy.

We're not giving out
flyers anymore.

(sighs)

No.

If we want
a huge crowd,

we need to bring Pride
to the party.

Kind of like
a gay Field of Dreams.

If you build it in
the right spot, they will come.

So to speak.

KIRBY:
I'm exhausted,
and I've never seen

Dreams of Field,
so why don't you tell us

the new plan, Sammy Jo?

We're going to redirect
the Pride parade route

to pass directly in front
of the Sahara Club.

That way, the paraders
will have no choice

but to get drawn in.

So we're going to illegally
move the street barriers?

And add some.

I guess if you're not

a true ally,
you don't have to help.

Okay, fine, we'll help you.

But only

if you stop being
such a Pridezilla.

Father, Son and House of Gucci.

Maybe...

this will help you
forget about Ben.

Yeah. That's a bit better.

Mmm.

Mmm, yeah.

I'm feeling my focus shifting.

So can I.

(phone chimes)

Don't look at it.

Oh, no, I have to, I'm sorry.
Just-just give me a second.

(groans)

What is it?

that millennial slacker
would sell me out.

The Times has a story,
"Blake Carrington

"intentionally donates multiple
forged paintings to charity

for huge tax
write-offs."

There are other
forgeries?

Three more have been reported.

When did Ben even steal
these paintings from you?

Well, hold on a second.

All four of these paintings
were stored in a safe

at the Carrington Compound.

He must've swapped out the
originals for fakes he had made.

This could be a disaster
for PPA and Flores.

Clients are willing
to weather a scandal or two,

but ripping off a charity
doesn't play well.

Is there any chance
that you can just

give Ben what he wants?

It's only a statement
to the press.

Stop. Don't ever
ask me that again.

I'll figure it out.
I just don't know how yet.

(indistinct chatter)

(exhales)
Wow. This is incredible.

We're actually
unearthing history.

Easy, Indiana Bones.

Digging is not
why we're here.

Now, give me those binoculars
so I can try to find Stacey.

All right. Which
lens do you want?

I have Porro prism
or roof prism.

Of course you have options.

Okay.

Oh. I think...

Yep, I found her.

Ah. I found an ancient tooth.

That's a rock.
Now, come on, focus, focus.

Less paleontology,
more dermatology.

Remember? There she
is at 11 o'clock.

ADAM:
Well, the good news is,
it looks like her rash

has completely disappeared.

(gasps)
That's fantastic.

The bad news is,
I'm kind of disappointed.

I wanted to spend
more time in the bone zone.

Oh! Mother of Parksosaurus,

that really hurt.

That's what you get for
saying "bone zone."

What happened?

I sat on the pick.
I could have been impaled.

Oh, no.

No, no, I'm fine.
Thanks for checking.

No, I'm not concerned about you.

I'm looking around

at all the sharp tools
everywhere.

This place is like
a torture chamber.

These tools are far less
hazardous than the-the spiders

and the rattlesnakes
and the punishing sun,

and I can tell I'm not
soothing you right now.

No. We need to get my precious
cargo out of here now.

ADAM:
Since you won't actually
talk to Stacey,

how do you propose we do that?

It's simple. We just find
out who her supervisor is

and get Stacey fired.

Aww.

I have to talk to you.

BLAKE:
Can it wait?

Our little brother's antics
have got me

on round-the-clock
damage control.

How about we talk about
your antics for a second?

Did you have my mother
fired from C.A.

because you wanted
your mistress to work there?

I'm guessing you talked to Ben,

after I explicitly
told you not to.

You don't control
my social calendar.

You're deflecting.
Is it true or not?

Fine, okay? Yeah, it's true.

But that's ancient history.
I mean, i-if I'm being honest,

I can't even remember
the mistress's name.

Do you think that makes
you look better?

Look, had I known that the job
was so important to Lo,

and that she was
raising my half sister,

I probably wouldn't
have had her fired.

Probably?

You didn't just
have her fired.

You damned her
to a different life.

A much more
difficult life, Blake.

I'm-I'm sorry. I am.

You're hurt.
I get that.

But can't you see that this
is exactly what Ben wants,

to drive a wedge between us?

Come on, you know that
I'm a different person now.

What I see is a little boy
fighting with his brother

like he's playing
kids' games again.

Good luck.

What took you so long?

I swiped Stacey's backpack
while she was in the bathroom,

but she'll be back any second.

Um, I think that procuring
a bin of valuable,

not-yet-catalogued fossils
is a much harder job.

Great, congratulations.
Can you move any faster?

Break them for all that I care.

We're trying to get her fired,
remember?

Oh, plus, I tipped off
Chloe the supervisor

while you were
playing in the dirt.

Where do you want these to go?

I want it to go
on that table over there.

Go.

(whispers):
Don't skip, don't skip.

Okay, good, good.

Now Chloe will bring
Stacey over here

to reprimand her any second.

And once she sees

that she's been skimming fossils
off the top,

she'll have no choice
but to fire her and my baby.

Hide. They're coming.

So, what exactly
is this about?

And why is my bag here?

I don't know,
but I heard rumors,

which is, I'm sure,
all they are, you know?

Nevertheless, I have
to perform my due diligence

and search your bag.

For what? Uh, stolen granola?

Uh, guilty as charged.
(chuckles)

Wait, hold on.

Is this...

That looks like a tooth

belonging to a species
of Dryptosaurus.

Why is this in your bag?

I have no idea,

except that someone

is clearly trying to frame me.

You get
anonymously tipped off,

my bag gets moved

and now there's a tooth in it?

I don't care how it got
in your bag,

because this
is a huge discovery.

(chuckles)

Yeah?

What the hell
are you smiling about?

That was a total failure.

Because it was a tooth.
Maybe I should be Indiana Jones.

Indiana Jones doesn't
even look for fossils.

That's Jurassic...

Oh. Hold on.

I've got a call to make.

KIRBY:
I hate to say it,
but it seems like

Sam's insane blockade idea
is actually working.

Do you think he'll like
all this stuff?

If he doesn't, we'll just get
him liquored up until he does.

Speaking of which, I should
check on the bar stock,

because Sam was not kidding
about folks loving they vodka.

Well, look at you.
(laughs)

Happy Pride.

Oh, I love how awkward
straight people are

when they say that.

Hello?

Did that kiss
even register for you?

Yes. Yes, I'm so sorry. Um...

You know how I was, like,
helping Jeff try and find out

who was hoarding
his Colby Co. divisions?

Well, I found out.

It's Blake.

Blake Carrington?
Of course Blake Carrington.

And now I have to decide
whether to tell or not.

And I can either
betray Jeff

and say nothing
or I can betray Blake

a-and I can start a whole new
Carrington-Colby war.

I'm not telling you what to do,

but one of those people
is trying to create jobs

for his community and the other
is currently being smeared

as a charity scammer.

I guess I'm just gonna have
to drink my way to a decision.

Oh, oh, thank you.

Ah. Healthy.

One sec.

So you sold a book
without even having an idea?

Are people just
throwing money at you now?

Pretty much. I mean, apparently,

a little movie hype
goes a long way.

The publisher was willing
to offer a blind deal.

Ugh, I'm so proud of you.

I would throw myself at you,
right now,

but I can't, you know,
because of the wet nails.

It's funny,

my day was pretty much
the opposite.

You know? Just boring.

As soon as those hands are free,
we can spice it up a little bit.

Hi, you two.

Stacey. You're back
from the dig already?

Yes, but only because
it was shut down.

Oh.

STACEY:
Mm-hmm.

Ah, don't make her
relive the details.

Apparently, a billionaire
bought the land

and decided to use
the findings to kick-start

some top secret project

involving DNA mining and
dinosaur reanimation.

LIAM:
Whoa. Like a,

like a real-life Jurassic Park?

Mm-hmm.

Or someone's really
good at lying.

(laughs softly)

Fallon, could I see
your hand for a second?

Uh, no, no. I hate to show
a work in progress.

Come on, Fallon.

Um...

(sighs)

There's dirt under your nails.

Well, yes, of course there is.

This morning,

I noticed the begonias
outside were trash,

so I uprooted them myself.

Fallon, stop. I also saw
your ridiculous floppy hat

on the way in here and
I recognized it from the dig.

You shut us down, didn't you?

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
what's going on here, Fallon?

What's she talking about?

Okay, all right,
I'm sorry, I did.

LIAM: Oh, my God.

First you had this
terrifying, ugly rash,

and then,
I go to the dig site,

and it's basically a death trap.

I was just trying
to protect you.

It sounds more like you didn't
trust me to protect myself.

I offered to not go.

Yes, I know that,
but our relationship

is still in the early stages,

and I didn't want
to rock the boat.

So you capsized it instead?

Uh, maybe this arrangement

should be more transactional.

Appointments only.
No yoga, no lunches,

and definitely
no moving in here.

Fallon.

What's gotten into you?

I honestly don't know anymore.

Hello, hello, hello. Everyone
having a fun Pride Ride?

(cheering, applause)

(laughs)

Well, thank you for coming to
Sahara Club's very first Pride.

I know how you all like it:
no chitchat,

just getting down to business.

So I won't bore you
with a speech.

Except to say if you don't see
Lance Bass at this party,

it's because he wasn't invited.

(laughter)

because Miss Angeria
Paris VanMicheals

is on her way!

(cheering, applause)

(whoops)

He seems to like the party.

I think that's what that meant.

This party is a disaster.

Where are the assless chaps?

Plus, I heard
a rumor that one

of the go-go dancers
is actually straight.

You gave us one day
to throw this thing together.

Whatever happened
to being thankful

and chilling out
after we helped you?

That was before
you failed me.

(gasps)

Also, why is no one drinking?

They were,
but they wiped us out.

And the supplier can't make it
here to restock the bar

since he's stuck in traffic

because someone messed
with the parade route.

Maybe this is
partially your fault?

No, no, no, no, no.
This is all my fault.

For putting too much Pride
responsibility on a straight guy

and a girl who's gay
only when it's convenient.

Wow. You really went there?

Okay, we're done.

Kirby, shall we?

Well, fine.

I guess if I want
things done right,

I know who not to ask.

So, what am I supposed to do?

Just give up
and let Stacey

run around putting herself
and my baby in danger?

No, but breach of contract
is a dead end, okay?

If Stacey doesn't want you
in her personal life,

then-then that's her call.

Hey, did you see
where that, um,

go-go dancer went, 'cause
I was not finished with him.

He left, like, five minutes ago.
How many drinks have you had?

Like, four? Anyway,

at the end of the day,
in nine months,

a baby's gonna appear,
and you don't have to see

how the sausage is made.

Don't call my baby a sausage.

10-4, good buddy.

ADAM:
Ooh.

Where's Legally Bland
going so quickly?

I'd assume
getting away from you.

Hmm.

and dressed like you run
a conversion therapy camp?

Read the room, Adam.

Sorry, I-I wasn't gonna come,

but then I heard about
what happened with Stacey.

Oh. So you wanted
to gloat in person?

I wanted to apologize.

I-I know this was not
the outcome you wanted.

Well, I appreciate the effort,
but couldn't this have waited

until one of our
forced-at-gunpoint
weekly dinners?

No. No, no, no.
You're off the hook for that.

I'm not gonna force you to do
something you don't want to do.

Just, um, you know,
don't forget about me

next time you go
on a little mission.

Well, that's surprisingly
mature of you.

It was nice
to be connected.

Um, you know, I just,
I don't want to be left behind

when the next generation starts.

Something wrong?

No.

Uh, Sammy Jo?

(gasps)

in my dressing room?

Oh, my God.

Miss Angeria Paris VanMicheals.

Whoa!

Almost. I am such a huge fan.

It's an honor to meet you.

I just need five more minutes
of dragsforming,

and then I'll be ready
for your performance,

which is now a duet.

So our performance.

Uh, I wasn't aware you do drag.

Well, I don't normally.

It's a special occasion.

So please allow me
to introduce to you...

Samantha Jones.

She's here to save
this tragic party.

You know that name
is very taken, right?

Well...

doesn't do this duet thing.

This pageant queen
is all about polish.

I know it's very
last minute,

but I need to create
a gay watercooler moment.

Lance did it at Lance Bash,
and if I don't top that,

I might never
get taken seriously

as one of Atlanta's top gays.

Okay, hold on.

You don't do drag because you're
trying to prove something.

You got to do it for you.

And also,

the appearance fees.

(laughs softly)

Sit down.

Look at me. This is who I am,

and I'm not trying to be
anything but myself.

If you have to put
on a breastplate

that doesn't even match
your skin tone,

I need you
to press pause, breathe

and figure out
what's going on with you

that forced you
into this moment.

Is this clicking for you, honey?

Yes, Mother.

Okay.

Ben,

this is excellent timing.

I was just looking
at an auction catalogue.

Maybe you could lend me
your artistic expertise.

Stop gloating, Blake.
How'd you do it?

You must be referring
to the Times retraction.

Well, I guess they just realized
I was an innocent man after all.

We both know
that's a load of crap.

So, what'd you do?

You remember our neighbor
at the Carrington Compound,

Mr. Wakulsky?

We used to camp out
in his deer blinds?

He was always on the cutting
edge of hunting technology?

He installed, like, sensors

and traps and even...

motion-activated cameras.

There you are, loading my
stolen art into a van.

Well, that man's wearing a mask.
These prove nothing.

Yeah, it proves
that I was robbed.

Which clears my name.

This isn't fair.

It's like when I taught
you to play gin.

You always knocked too early.

You didn't evaluate
all the outcomes.

Then when you lost, you'd cry,
"Oh, it's not fair."

Seems like things
don't change, do they?

I loved our mother, Blake.

I was devastated
when she died.

You killed her.

And none of your
lies will ever,

ever change that.

Now get on your plane
and go back to Paris.

Game over. Again.

So, after I came up dry
on the stolen art,

I did some digging.

And when you dig,

you are bound to find some dirt.

So, what dirt did you find,

brand-new cousin of mine?

Well, Ben's requested a copy
of our grandfather's will

as it was signed and witnessed
in the year 2000.

Cool, I-I don't really know
what that means,

but I imagine that Blake will,
so thank you.

Yeah, maybe don't
remind me who this is for.

(titters)

Did you find anything for me?

Um, you know,
I'm so sorry, Jeff.

It was, like, just dead ends,
you know?

I don't think
that there's any finding out

who owns these pieces
of Colby Co., so...

Ah, well,

I thank you for trying.

So, are you,
you about to head out?

Well, I can finish that drink
for you if you want.

I'm gonna stick around
for Angeria.

I'm a big fan.

She, she gives it
to you straight.

No pun intended.

(clears throat)

Look who it is.

Did you come
to devalue

my experience
as a queer person again?

Because if you have,

I have comebacks.

Fire away, bitch.

I feel awful about
what I said earlier.

It was way out of line.

I owe you both a huge apology.

It better be good.

Look, I-I know I've been
going overboard.

And I know it seems
it was because

I was upset that I didn't get
invited to Lance's party,

but after talking to Angeria,
I realized

that I was more upset
about the why than the what.

It would help if we knew
what you were talking about.

Look, ever since my dad died,

I've been kind of lost
in my identity.

Like, like I'm
supposed to enter

a new phase in my life,

but I have no idea what that is.

That's not something
you're supposed to figure out

all at once.

after getting snubbed by Lance,

I felt like my community
had forgotten about me.

Like, I've
been so busy

with life and work

that I lost that...
visibly queer part of myself.

And this party was
my way of asserting

that I'm still here, that I'm...

that I'm just as gay
as anyone else.

Uh, mission accomplished.

I ended up turning into someone
I didn't recognize and...

...I am so sorry for the way
I treated you.

I think we should hug.

Uh, yes.

Me, too, except there are
so many sequins on this jacket,

you'll cut yourself if you do.

But...

I got some champagne.

Someone dropped this off
the other day.

Uh, Sam, h-have you
read that bottle?

Yes, it says "champagne,"

and "You are cordially invited
to Lance Bash."

Is this...

An invitation to Lance's party?

Yeah, it seems like it.

STACEY:
So, you weren't

actually concerned
about my safety?

This is a weird apology.

Stacey, I'm always gonna be
concerned about your safety.

But I can also tell
that you're an intelligent,

rational person
who can take care of herself.

If you know I'm capable
and you weren't worried,

then why the sabotage?

I just didn't realize
how this surrogate pregnancy

was gonna make me feel until
it actually became a reality.

And then once it did, I just...
I wanted to be around you,

or the pregnancy,
as much as possible.

No, I get it. You weren't
worried about me at all,

you were worried about Fallon.

Yes, exactly.
Which will make perfect sense

as you get to know me.

I just don't want
to miss out on anything.

Every feeling, every moment
of this pregnancy,

and two months away just felt
like I would miss a lot.

And I am sorry,

because I know myself,
and I should've known

I was gonna feel this way.

Well, everybody's journey
with this is different,

and you're gonna feel
how you're gonna feel.

But I accept your apology.

Thank you.

And to be honest,

I'm really starting
to prefer this place

to my humble abode.

I don't suppose

you have an extra bedroom
for your surrogate

and baby-to-be?

I've got 14.

(knocking on door)

Well, this is a surprise.

I've been thinking,

and I'd like to get
that dinner after all.

And perhaps I owe you
an apology.

Why don't you come in?

I, uh, I have
better wine this time.

What's all this?

Ammunition.

I realized if I want to win,

I have to speak the only
language Blake knows.

Money.

Hello, Atlanta.

(cheering, applause)

Let's get this party started.

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, the night ♪

♪ Is my world ♪

♪ City light ♪

♪ Painted girl ♪

♪ In the day, nothing matters ♪

♪ It's the nighttime
that flatters ♪

(whoops)

♪ You help me to forget
to play my role ♪

♪ You take my self,
you take my self-control ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I live among the creatures
of the night ♪

♪ I haven't got the will
to try and fight ♪

♪ Against a new tomorrow ♪

♪ So I guess
I'll just believe it ♪

♪ Tomorrow never knows ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh,
oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ You take my self... ♪

(cheering, applause)

CRISTAL:
You think it's over?

Oh, I know it is.

You should've seen
the look on his face.

I broke him.

I'm proud of you.
I know it wasn't easy

to stay above water
with Ben around.

(doorbell rings)

I couldn't have done it
without your steady hand.

And I wasn't always above water.

Thankfully,
we're done with all of it.

Who are you?

Are you Mr. Blake Carrington?

Yes, I'm Blake Carrington.

You've been served.

Blake?

What is it?

He's claiming he was illegally
cut out of Thomas's will.

(scoffs)
He wants half.

Half of what?

Of everything we have.