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- Previously on Dynasty...
- Leo, hiring your crew

might have been a little premature,

and we need to pump the brakes.

And my guys really don't like
it when someone goes back

- on their word.
- Is this some kind of threat?

I have a brain tumor.

We can start treatment
next week in Atlanta.

This is so great. Thank you.

The Atlanta Fashion Council
sponsors a runway show

for an up-and-coming designer,

and I've been selected as a finalist.

- I hope it works out.
- Maybe next year,

you and Blake can sit front
row at my Paris fashion show.

Do you remember that,
uh, private airline

company you wanted me to buy?

I bought it,

and I'm giving it to you.

♪ Give me the keys and now
we're leaving together... ♪

HOWIE: We've got a fleet of 200 jets,
mostly Cessnas.

We bought a couple of G450s last year,

but we found our
clientele typically opts

for the midsize cabin.

Well, I typically opt for
a large-sized company,

so I'd like to be at 300 planes

- before the end of the first quarter.
- 300?

Yeah. And-and I need to sit down
with the marketing department.

We need a new app to
streamline the booking process.

Yeah. Preferably one that doesn't crash

every time we make a selection.

We don't really use the word
"crash" in our business.

Mr. Carrington,
I think you may want to slow down?

Look, Howie, I get it.

Nobody likes a new boss rolling in,
making big changes,

but you'll get used to it.

With all due respect,
we were already surprised

when your daughter bought the company.

But then we got handed off
to her oil baron father.

How do we know you'll
even be here in a week?

Aviation is not a game to me.

Hey, I know a beautiful
twin-engine Piper when I see one.

That Comanche you've
got over in hangar 12?

I soloed first time in a
Piper just like that one.

- You're a pilot?
- I made my fortune in oil,

but I have always had
a passion for flying.

Had my pilot's license
before I could drive.

I'll have the guys in
marketing reach out.

Great.

Forgive me, sir, but need I remind you

that you didn't actually finish
your pilot's certification?

Yeah, it was a technicality, all right?

I was basically done.

Nothing a few more hops couldn't fix.

You flew for your country, right?
You certify me.

- Well, of course. It's just that the last flight...
- That's ancient history.

If I'm gonna shape this
company into my vision,

I need the respect of the
people that work here.

And the best way to get that respect

is by jumping back into that cockpit.

Pick up the pace.
You're getting left behind.

Totally cool with that.

- Why did I ever agree to this?
- Because

I found ten hard candy wrappers
on your bed this morning.

It's called stress-eating.

Turns out,
having a business partner isn't as easy

as I thought it would be.

Wait a minute. Wait.

Are you talking about Culhane?

The most laid-back guy on the planet?

He's gonna be a lot less
laid-back when he finds out

I hired this sketchy contractor
without his approval.

Or maybe I should just not tell
him and hope he never finds out.

Are you even listening to me?

No. I'm sorry.
I zoned out after "stress-eating."

Liam gets back today,
after his insider trading,

slash, dead-dad investigation.

Okay, now I understand
the extra workout.

Mama's gonna get some action.

That's disgusting, but yes.

I have arranged to have
our bedroom stocked

with enough food and
alcohol to last us 48 hours.

He won't ever have to leave.

Any chance that 48 hours starts now?

No. Come on.

Those calories aren't
gonna burn themselves.

Ugh.

Mm, well,
it's not the Carrousel du Louvre,

but it should suit my needs just fine.

Hmm. I can see the runway now.

You sure you're ready to
pull off a fashion show?

This is the best way
to debut Dom-Mystique.

And now that Clark Hoffman is coming...

thank you for making that happen...

this is the beginning of
my very own fashion empire.

He is the top buyer
for Galliard Designs.

He can make or break this.

Well, Clark is only coming if
he likes your design pictures.

So don't forget to send those soon.

I know. And they're Mom's designs.

I just spruced them up a bit.

I'm sure Clark will love them.

But what are you planning for...?

Jeff, I don't have time to chitchat.

I need to get started on those photos.

What did she want?

A favor, which I now want from you.

Seeing as how we're technically

still in escrow here,
would the almost-new owner consider

letting Dom use the space for
her runway show this weekend?

I don't know, Jeff.
I haven't had the best luck with Dom.

- I'll knock 20 grand off the purchase price.
- Sold.

Thank you. It'll mean a lot to her.

I know it will,
but your mother makes me nervous.

Last time I trusted her,
I ended up costarring in a sex tape.

Really don't need to remind me.

That is all for today.

Need to get a few more treatments in

before we find out if the
tumor is shrinking or not.

How do you feel?

I'm okay.

- Hopeful, actually.
- Good.

Thank you for this.

For helping me keep it all from Blake.

It's not gonna get any easier.

The treatment or keeping it a secret.

The side effects can be
pretty severe... fatigue, nausea,

even hair loss.

I can handle it.

That's what wigs are for.

Blake is going to notice.

I know you're strong, but...

you're gonna have to tell him soon.

I know. I'm just waiting
for the right moment.

It's not gonna be an easy
thing for him to process.

(GROANING)

Hey, partner. Have a seat.

We've got club business to discuss.

I wish I could,
but Fallon made me work out

with her this morning,
and I have no feeling in my legs.

- (LAUGHS)
- What's this?

A list of potential replacement
contractors for the renovation

now that you've let Leo go.

Great. We'll set something
up for the next week or two.

Step ahead of you.
I've already scheduled the appointments.

- No time to waste, right?
- Right.

Totally. No time.

But you know, we should still

keep Leo's crew in consideration.

He deserves a fair shot.

Especially with his city council
connections that can help us.

I guess, but I really
don't think he's our guy.

A lot of these new
people have connections,

and come highly recommended
at almost half the price.

Well, you know what they say.
Half the price, double the time.

Am I right?

I-I got to go ice my thighs. I...

- (DOOR OPENS)
- ALEXIS: Oh. It's not Soho House,

but it should suit my needs just fine.

Alexis, the club isn't open
for business or your needs.

That's where you're wrong.

This place is perfect for a luncheon

I am hosting this weekend for
my dear friend, Elsie Von.

She's flying in from New
York for Fashion Week.

Naturally, I assume
a family discount applies?

We're not family.

You and Fallon were engaged.
Close enough.

Sorry that didn't work out, by the way.

I already rented the
place out to Dominique.

What possible use could she have for it?

Does she need a bigger space
to contemplate her empty life?

Some fashion show she's having
for her new clothing line.

Oh, please. That woman couldn't
design a decent hand towel.

Is this about her pajamas?

No, it's the real thing.

From what I hear,
she's got some good stuff.

- So I get why you'd be jealous.
- Jealous?

Oh, please. I haven't been
jealous since the early '90s.

I can get dressed up
and traipse around here

- just as easily as she can.
- Maybe.

But you don't have
some big fashion buyer

named Clark Hoffman

interested in you like she does.

So, sorry. Can't help you.

FALLON: And I want those little
fish from Japan. You know,

the ones that pick all the dead
skin off your feet? I was...

- (LIAM WHISPERING)
- Liam?

Liam? Are you okay?

Fallon.

Sorry. I was, uh...

I was trying to remember a name.

Oh. Well, I thought you weren't
coming home until tonight.

I mean, I had a whole thing planned.

Massage tables haven't even arrived yet.

Yeah. No, I-I took
a red-eye last minute.

I have big news.

So I followed up with
that lead from Washington,

which led to a former
broker in New York,

and then, she mentioned
that her old boss used...

Okay, okay, take a breath.

You're Beautiful Mind-ing a little bit.

Tell me the abridged version.

Corinne was right.

The insider-trading
ring is still running,

and I know who the mastermind is.

Uh, here we go.

Georgia Senator Bill North.

Now, I have a transcript of
a call between his office

and an informant,
basically confirming it.

Well, that all sounds great,
while also giving me a headache.

But I have some
chocolate-covered strawberries

and a whole lot of pent-up sexual energy

that I think might solve the problem.

I haven't told you the craziest part.

Crazier than whatever it was
you were just talking about?

My dad wasn't part of the ring anymore.

He was trying to expose it,

and that's when North had him killed.

Whoa. That's... Do you have proof?

I mean, you can't just
accuse a senator of murder.

No. I know.
That's why I came home early.

I have a meeting with an informant

first thing tomorrow
to get more evidence.

- Oh.
- Uh,

look, you can stay if you want.

Just keep it down, okay?

- Uh, wait.
- What?

Can you actually close
those doors, please?

I don't want anyone seeing
anything by mistake.

Do you really think
you could be in danger?

Only if I'm right.

♪ ♪

Oh, hey. Hey. Where are you off to?

Um, the clinic.
Something came up with a patient.

Oh, that's too bad.

I was thinking we could
have lunch together.

Nothing too serious, I hope?

We're trying this new
experimental treatment,

and I have no idea whether
or not it's gonna work.

It's just so frustrating.

For my patient.

Yeah, I'm sure.
Hey, listen, my car's waiting.

Why don't I give you
a ride to the clinic?

Oh, that's all right.

I wouldn't want you to
make a detour just for me.

Hey, is everything okay?

You've been a little distant lately.

- Talk to me.
- JENNINGS: Everything's fine.

I-I... I can't ride
with you because, um...

Because she's-she's coming with me.

Uh, I'm heading to the hospital
anyway, and...

I asked Cristal to ride shotgun,
spend a little

bonding time with my stepmother.

Oh, well, I'm a little surprised

to see the two of you getting along

so well lately, but

it's nice... I think. (CHUCKLES)

I'll see you tonight.

So I guess you still haven't
found the perfect time?

(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Have you slept or showered?

I'm getting concerned.

Yeah, but check this out.

I got a copy of the senator's
tax return at my meeting.

North donated 100 grand to Paul
Sabino's charity foundation

two days after my
father's body was found.

- Sabino's a known criminal.
- So what are you saying?

I'm saying North wasn't
donating to charity.

I bet this is how he paid
Sabino to have my father killed.

Okay, hold on.

I mean, that's a bit of a leap,
don't you think?

Unless you have some proof
that I haven't seen yet,

I don't think that's
enough to go public with.

No, it's not. I-I know that.

Okay, good.
Well, maybe you need a break.

I mean,
you've been going at this nonstop.

What I need is correspondence
between the two.

Now, if I can establish
a personal connection

between the two, it'll be enough

to open an official investigation.

Well, unless you have
his personal computer,

I don't know how you're gonna get that.

You know, unless he keeps
a key under his doormat

and a sticky-note on his desk
with his password written on it.

That was one time,
and it was my Netflix password.

Which Sam still uses to this day.

Check this out.

The senator is having a
campaign fundraising event

at his mansion today.

So I'll find a way into the party,
access his computer,

get the proof I need.

That sounds like a terrible
idea for so many reasons.

Yeah, maybe,
but I need to see this through.

Okay, fine. Fine, I'll help you.

Yes, but once this is done,

if it turns out that you're wrong,

you have to promise me
that you'll drop this.

Okay, I miss you, and I'm starting

to worry that this is getting unhealthy,
and not just for me.

I promise.

- So what are you thinking?
- Well,

neither one of us can risk
putting our real names

on that guest list
without raising suspicion.

Okay. So what's the plan?

It's time for someone to pay you
back for all that free Netflix.

May I help you?

I'm actually here to help you.

I'm Rachel, Clark Hoffman's assistant.

I just came by to drop
off a little swag-bag

with some of our new products,
courtesy of Clark.

Oh, come in!

That's so nice.

He always sends a little
something to potential clients.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Is something wrong?

Oh, no. Not at all.
Everything looks great. It's just...

Well, it's really not my place. (LAUGHS)

Oh, now you have to tell me.
I'll be worrying all night.

Okay. It's just...

your designs are a little...

uncomplicated.

I think of them as classic, elegant.

Which can be good, but between us,

lately, Clark has been
favoring clothes with more...

panache, you know?

Frills, sparkle,
something that makes a statement.

Oh. I didn't know that.

Look, it's just something I've noticed.

But there's really no rush
on sending in those photos.

Bye now.

EMMA: Mr. Carrington, hi.

- How are you these days?
- I am feeling good today, Emma.

Would you tell Mrs. Carrington I'm here?

I thought I'd surprise her with
lunch from her favorite Thai place.

Oh, I think
there must have been a mix-up.

Mrs. Carrington hasn't
been here all day.

Oh, what do you mean?
She's at the clinic. She told me...

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

LIAM: Did you get the invitation?

Yes, per Fallon's
very specific instructions,

I donated the maximum legal amount

to Senator North's campaign,

which got me an immediate
invite to the fundraiser.

You owe me, big-time.

Send me an invoice.

So basically, Liam just has

to go in there, wearing a hat

and some glasses,
pretend to be Sammy Jo for five minutes,

and sneak around before
anyone notices a thing.

- Did you forward the evite?
- I did.

- A few minutes ago.
- Thank you both.

This really means a lot to me.

Just be careful, okay?

I mean, just because
these people don't know

- who Sammy Jo is, they're still dangerous.
- (PHONE BUZZES)

- And they could...
- Go for Sam.

- Don't... Me!
- Hi, Deborah.

Yes.

I understand, but what if...

Oh, okay.

Okay, got it. Thank you.

That was the North campaign.

They didn't rescind the invitation,
did they?

No, but they said I need a photo ID

to get in, and that tickets are

strictly nontransferable.

It's like they were listening to us.

Or reading your email.

They called right after
Sammy forwarded that to you.

That can't be a coincidence.

Please don't take this the wrong way,

but I am starting to think you
may not actually be so crazy.

♪ I want to feel good... ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Watch out, ladies! Ice queen coming in!

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
- You bought an ice version of yourself?

Is Jeff footing the
bill for all of this?

I'm not dependent on my
son's financial support.

The royalties from my new
line will be more than enough

to cover the expenses.

So you're just maxing
out your credit cards?

Don't you know the expression

of putting all of your
eggs on one runway?

If the basket is Clark Hoffman,

and the eggs are my designs,
then, yes, I do.

Do you even understand
what you're talking about?

Oh, perfect. Listen and learn, Michael.

Dominique Deveraux.

CHERYL: Hello, Ms. Deveraux.

This is Cheryl from
Clark Hoffman's office.

Hi there! So when can we expect
Clark to arrive this afternoon?

Oh, unfortunately,
Clark won't be able to attend your show.

What? May I ask why?

I'm sorry.
He just feels your line isn't right

for the marketplace at this time.

Clark tends to favor more...
um, elegant simplicity?

But you told me he wanted panache.

Me? (CHUCKLES)

I didn't tell you anything.

We've never spoken before.

Then who was in my loft?
Was it his other assistant?

I'm not good with names.

I'm Clark's only assistant. Sorry.

- (LINE BEEPS)
- ALEXIS: Oh.

You poor thing.

What are you doing here?

I was just looking for Sam.
An issue with my minibar.

I couldn't help but overhear
that your little runway show is

dead on arrival.

If you had something to do with this...

Guess you won't be needing the
club this weekend after all.

Culhane, would you be a doll

and tidy this place up for my luncheon?

Fine, but you're paying full price.

Oh, believe me, it'll be worth it.

Fallon was right.
Your email account was hacked.

Someone's been reading your
messages for a few weeks now.

How did they get into his account?

Well, whoever hacked
into your company servers

wasn't going after you.

They were clearly looking for Liam.

Do you have a Fallon
Unlimited email account?

Yeah, from when I worked there,
but I don't use it.

Everything just forwards
to my regular account.

Which is exactly what they wanted.

Going through Fallon's
company to get to you

was a genius way to go unnoticed.

(SIGHS)

These guys are good.

Like, U.S. government good?

- Maybe.
- FALLON: Okay.

Can't you do some sort
of a reverse-hack,

you know, to Senator North's computer?

- You're kidding, right?
- Ah.

But this is preloaded with
a program I wrote myself.

Plug this in, one click,
and it'll download everything

on his computer in just a few minutes.

If you can get that far.

- Good luck with it all.
- LIAM: Thank you.

Thanks.

If this man really is responsible

for my father's death...

Then you have to see it through. I know.

But I am not letting you do this alone.

We just have

to figure out another
way into this fundraiser.

ANDERS: Right aileron.

Check. Propeller okay.

Tires?

Sir?

Oh, yeah. Those tires are fine.

There are still chocks
on the front wheel.

Could be a very short flight.

You know, maybe today's
not such a good day to fly.

Who knows what the
weather's like up there?

Well, maybe we could find out.

If this is about Daisy, I assure you,
nothing is going to happen.

It has nothing to do with her,
all right?

I'm just a little distracted,
that's all.

Cristal's lying to me.

- About what?
- I'm not sure.

But after her fling with that priest,

my mind is all over the place.

I just...

I need to get to the bottom of it.

Yeah.

- (KNOCKING)
- JEFF: I got a call from one of your models.

We had drinks the other night,
so she had my, uh...

Not important.
She said you told everyone to go home?

Show's canceled. Clark's not coming,

and without him, there's no point.

What? Clark didn't like the clothes?

He never saw them.
At least not the real ones.

I was sabotaged,
and I think I know who was behind it.

Look, forget about that
for a second, okay?

You started this to honor your mother.

And when Monica and I were growing up,

Grandma Lo always supported us,
unless we gave up.

Then you've never seen such
a sweet woman get so vicious.

Yes, I got some of that as a kid, too.

If you really want

to honor her memory, don't quit.

Find another way to
get your clothes seen.

You're right.

Call your model girlfriend.

If Clark won't come to my show,

I'll just have to take
it to a buyer who will.

Yes.

(LAUGHS)

- Thanks. We'll be in touch.
- Mm.

Well?

She seems to know her stuff,
and the price is fair.

I don't know. A girl contractor, really?

I think it's "woman,"
and I also think it's 2021.

But... then how about Phillip?

He was fine, but I mean,
what about that sweater? (LAUGHS)

We can't hire a
contractor with no taste.

When I was talking to Leo, he...

What is it with you and Leo?

Are you guys related? Is he your uncle?

Truth is, when I went to
fire Leo like we discussed,

he kind of...

threatened me.

- He threatened you?
- Yes. Not with, like,

bodily harm. He just implied
that unless we hire his crew,

he'll make sure our
project never makes it

onto the city council
calendar for approval.

Why didn't you just tell me this?

I wanted to, but I was embarrassed

- that I got us into this mess.
- Hey.

Bro, we are partners.

We handle problems together.

Now you set up a meeting
for the three of us.

I don't think that's a good idea.

What if he calls his guy
at the city council office?

He's just acting tough.
When I worked for Ada Stone,

I met guys like him all the time.

They back down once you call them on it.

He's not gonna bully us around.

I got important friends, too.

Okay, drink plenty of water.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

- Easy. Easy.
- Sorry.

- Huh?
- Oh.

I'm okay. Really, I-I just

need a minute.

Cristal, being brave

is not gonna shrink
this tumor any faster.

If you're already feeling the effects

of this after a few treatments,
it's going to be impossible

to hide it from Blake for much longer.

What if we tell him together?

- Would that be easier?
- No.

It's something I have to do on my own.

I know that. I'm just waiting for the...

Perfect time.

- Cristal, there is no perfect time.
- I'll figure it out.

I really think you need to
talk to someone... besides me.

You're-you're not talking
to your family, and-and...

Can you please just stop?

It's none of your business
who I talk to about this.

When we're here, you're just my doctor.

That's all.

Just pretend you don't know
anything else about me.

And I will tell Blake
when I'm good and ready.

(DOOR CLOSES)

♪ Who knows what this is in the sky? ♪

♪ I know you think, but you
don't know but you'll find out ♪

♪ That you don't really know a thing ♪

♪ All of the filters,
smoke and mirrors ♪

♪ You gonna see that things
ain't always what they seem ♪

- ♪ What you see, what you say. ♪
- Hmm.

I got to say,
this undercover look is pretty sexy.

You've got a whole Clark
Kent thing going on.

- I can wear them again tonight when we get home.
- Mm.

But I'm gonna head to
the senator's office.

You know what to do?

If I see the senator,
I will let you know.

Just make sure your earpiece is working.

What?

Little spy humor. I'm out.

ALEXIS: So I slapped him.

And I said, "Antoni,
if you can't behave,

I'm just gonna have to put
you at the kids' table."

- (LAUGHS)
- Yes, that story still kills me

no matter how many times you tell it.

Elsie, did I ever tell you
about the time I was arrested

- in Turks and...?
- DOMINIQUE (OVER P.A.): May I present your

newest obsession:
Clothing by Dom-Mystique!

♪ Show up in the limousine ♪

♪ Now got to save my
money for security ♪

♪ Got a stalker walking
up and down the street ♪

♪ Says he's Satan
and he looked at me ♪

♪ About as secret as when I was 17 ♪

♪ Haven't had a party
since I got the keys ♪

♪ And pretty boy,
pretty girls, they... ♪

Miss Von, enjoying the show?

What do you think you're doing?

I'm Dominique Deveraux. Big fan.

I know you're one of the top buyers

in the country,
and I know your time is valuable,

but instead of making you go

to a fashion show, I brought one to you.
What do you think?

- Very impressive.
- Seriously?

I do love how you
stripped down the excess,

and the triadic scheme is...

striking.

Striking.

I could definitely sell this
to several high-end retailers

as a luxury seasonal collection.

So you mean you'll buy the line?

You can't be serious.

I recognize talent when I see it.

You have something here.

And I'll have a few
suggestions and changes,

but I think we can work together.

(LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I'm on my break.

Ugh.

- MAN: Mrs. North. Hey.
- (GASPS)

- How y'all doing?
- MRS. NORTH: It's nice to see you.

Liam?

The Eagle has landed.

- LIAM: What?
- FALLON: North's headed inside. Are you done?

LIAM: No,
I had to start up his computer first.

Who actually shuts down their computer?

Just stall him.

- How?
- I don't know.

This was your plan, remember?

Uh...

(DOOR OPENS)

Adam, is that you?

- Would you come in here for a second?
- (DOOR CLOSES)

Sit down.

If it's all the same to you,

I'd rather go change.
It's been a long day.

You need to tell me what's
going on with Cristal right now.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Come on. Cut the crap.

I know she didn't go
to the clinic today.

She's hiding something,
and you're covering for her.

- What is it?
- Father, if you're having problems

with your wife, you should probably
talk to her about it.

She's keeping secrets again.

And the last time I ignored the signs,
I almost lost her,

which is why I need your help, son.

Please.

There's no one else in her life, but,

hypothetically speaking,
if she'd seen me as her physician,

I wouldn't be able to break
doctor-patient confidentiality.

I'm gonna leave my stuff
here and make some tea.

When I come back in a few minutes,

this file is going back in my case.

Okay.

(DISTANT CHATTER)

(PHONE CHIMES)

Um, excuse me, Senator?

Hi. Daphne Green.
I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

Oh, Ms. Green, how nice to meet you.

But the party's outside.

I just need to pop into
my office for a moment

to get something,
so I'll see you out there.

Oh, your office is right there?

Um, I was hoping that we could,

you know, grab a drink and talk

about starting a political
action committee to raise

some money for your campaign.

I was thinking... I don't know...

maybe, um,
a million dollars in seed money?

Daphne, was it?

I always have time for a
drink with a constituent.

Uh, Senator, a word?

Oh, Daphne, this is my chief of staff,
Katy Lofflan. Katy,

Daphne here was just discussing
a PAC that she wants to start.

So let's all go downstairs, you know?

Let's grab a drink,
and talk about PACs, man.

- (LAUGHS)
- Sir, I need to speak to you in your office.

Uh, excuse me, won't you?

Okay. I guess
we're all going into your office.

Did everybody hear that?
We're going to the office right now.

- Uh-oh.
- KATY: Senator,

this is Liam Ridley, John Lowden's son.

He tripped the silent
alarm sneaking in here, and

we caught him trying to download
information from your computer.

What do you mean he snuck in? How?

Well, he did have some help

from his wife, Fallon Carrington.

Well, this is awkward.

Hi, babe.

You can lie all you want.
We know the truth.

When my father tried to expose you

for insider trading,
you had him taken out.

Okay, I think that's enough.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe we should go.

NORTH: No, you're not going anywhere.

Oh, I want to hear this.

What exactly are you accusing me of?

I have a transcript of an interview

from a former employee of yours,

and it's pretty damn clear that
this office would do anything

to save itself from getting
caught in that scandal.

So, you are accusing
a sitting U.S. senator

of murder? You know,
we could have you arrested right now.

No, you just gave the order.

You let Sabino do your
dirty work for you.

You think Louis Sabino killed
your father on my orders?

FALLON: Well,
why else would you have paid him

a hundred grand just
after Liam's dad died?

Because he runs a cancer foundation.

One to which I donate every year.

Well, maybe he kills
someone for you every year.

Okay, I think we're done here.
I need to get back

- to my guests. Katy, will you, uh...?
- No, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Wait, wait, wait.

I mean, what about the hacking?

We know that you guys have been reading

Liam's emails,
so how do you explain that?

KATY: I can explain.

Our security team has been monitoring

Mr. Ridley's email account,

but only after he started
stalking the senator.

- No.
- We deemed him a credible threat,

and so, we got a warrant for
some limited surveillance.

Oh, I'm the threat?

And I'm supposed to believe

that my father just fell
off that boat and drowned?

Liam, your father and I were friends,

but we both know that he made
some questionable choices.

When the SEC came after him,

things got very, very dark, right?

But there was no conspiracy, no murder.

Just a broken man and a tragic accident.

I know it would be easier
if you could blame someone.

Now, because of who you are,

I'm going to ask security to escort you

off the premises,

and we'll forget this ever happened.

Unless you'd rather go to jail.

No, no, no. We're okay.

Thank you, Senator. Come on.

Oh, and Ms. Carrington...

...I'll be looking
forward to that donation.

Yeah. That was kind of more
Daphne's idea, but okay.

Yup,
you'll have it by the end of the week.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hi there.

What's wrong?

I know about the tumor, Cristal.
I'm so sorry.

Blake,

how do you

even...? Adam.

No, Adam didn't tell me anything.

I saw your medical file in his bag,
and I'm glad I did.

- Are you okay?
- Well,

I have cancer,

so I'm not great.

- You should have told me about this.
- Excuse me?

I'm your husband.
You should have told me.

Well, this isn't about you, Blake.

No, it's not.
It's about us being partners,

or at least we're supposed to be.

There wasn't anything to tell.

I'm trying these
experimental treatments,

and I didn't want you to worry.

Should have had a
conversation about this.

This is life and death,
and you completely cut me out.

Now might be too late
for me to do anything.

This is exactly why I didn't tell you.

Because you try to take charge
and make it all about you.

How is me trying to save
your life a bad thing?

(GROANS SOFTLY)

Where are you going?

I can't talk to you when
you're being irrational.

Oh, I'm sorry. Am I not being rational

after finding out my wife is dying?

I need to go.

Sure, you just run away

when things get tough, just like always.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Well, how'd it go?
Was Elsie Von impressed?

It went perfectly.

She made me an offer for the line.

That's incredible. Congratulations.

- I turned her down.
- What?

You know,
just when I think I understand you...

Talking to you about Lo
made me take another look

at her sketchbook.

She designed beautiful pieces,

but mostly,
she made clothes for you and Monica.

Yeah. Since we couldn't keep up

with the other rich kids at school,

she decided she'd make 'em herself

and told us to call them "custom."

Elsie already wanted to charge
a fortune in high-end stores.

Isn't that the goal?

I thought it was,
but now I realize it's not.

That's not what Mom wanted.

She designed clothes for everyone.

I want to do the same.

Wow. That's, uh, so not like you.

Maybe I am growing.

I mean, Elsie also wanted
to make some design changes

that were hideous, so now,

I just need to find an
affordable manufacturer

that can keep the cost down.

Let me do it.

Maybe it's time Colby Co.

gets in the fashion game.

Jeff, I'm not asking you for money.

Which is exactly why I offered.

And this way,
we can keep it in the family.

I think Lo would have liked that.

(BOTH LAUGH)

She would have loved it,

just like I do.

(LAUGHS)

- Can I get you a plate?
- Nope.

Rough night.

- Found out what Cristal's been hiding.
- I know.

And so does anyone within a
two-mile radius, I'm afraid.

- I'm sorry.
- Thought I was prepared for anything.

Didn't expect to be so hurt and angry.

- It surprised me.
- I think

your reaction was
stronger than you expected

for other reasons, as well.

What are you talking about?
It's not enough for Cristal

- to be sick?
- Yes.

But you're afraid of losing
someone you love... again.

There's a reason why

you can't get back in the cockpit.

Being around those planes
again must remind you of her.

- Anders...
- The accident was awful.

Daisy was your girlfriend, yes,

but she was also a trained pilot.

Well, that doesn't change what happened.

The crash wasn't your fault.
It was a force of nature.

You may have been flying the plane,

but there was nothing you could've done.

Her death was just a tragedy.

There are things that even
Blake Carrington can't control.

It feels like I'm back in
the pilot's seat again,

watching the plane go down, helpless.

That's because you are.

Not your best pep talk.

You can't stop Cristal from dying.

But you can at least be by her side.

If you're scared,
imagine what she's going through.

As Sam told you,
we appreciate your offer

to help us with the
construction permits.

Happy to do it.

- Anything for a client.
- Unfortunately, we won't

be able to hire your crew.

I understand that means

we'll lose your connections,

but we'll navigate the
city council ourselves.

It's nothing personal.

Sounds personal.

Especially since I explained
the situation pretty clearly

to your partner here.

You were clear, yes.

MICHAEL: He told me about your threats.

Sounds a lot like racketeering to me.

I got an idea.

Why don't we call the
new chief of police?

- See what he thinks?
- The police chief?

An old friend.
Atlantix season ticket holder.

I know people.

You didn't see that coming, did you?

(LINE RINGING)

CHIEF: Leo?

Hey, Chief, just checking in,

making sure we're still
on for dinner this week.

As long as you're still paying.

(LAUGHS) Of course.

- Give my best to Sandy.
- CHIEF: I will.

- See you in a few days.
- CHIEF: See you then.

I know people, too.

Here's the thing.

You may own this club,
but I'm running the show.

Which means you will be using my crew.

Is that going to be a problem?

I think we can work with that.

How about you, tough guy?

Yeah. I'm good.

Whew. (LAUGHS)

Glad that's settled.

Hey, what's with the sad faces?

We're like family now.

This place is going to look
amazing when we're done.

My guys are the best.

See you Monday.

(DOOR OPENS)

That went well.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Now what?
- I don't know.

Next time you want to hire
an organized crime boss,

a little heads-up would be nice.

Sorry. I just wanted to check in.

I heard you and Blake fight,
and I just want to explain.

You don't have to explain anything.

Blake had to find out sooner or later.

I just wish I'd listened
to you in the first place.

I have some good news.

The treatment seems to be working.

- Really?
- Somewhat, yes.

The tumor hasn't shrunk
enough yet to operate, but

if things keep progressing like this,
I'm optimistic

we can remove it safely.

I wish I shared your optimism.

I get that.

This is real progress.

I'll, um... I'll leave you guys to it.

Blake, I...

Can we start over again?

I just want to be here for you.

I got angry because, um...

...I'm terrified by the
thought of losing you again.

And apparently, dealing with
loss is not one of my strengths.

That makes two of us.

I should have told
you what was going on,

but that would've meant
admitting this is real,

and that scares me.

Yeah, I know. I know.

I'm scared, too. I am.

(SIGHS)

But you and I are gonna
tackle this thing together.

Okay?

Okay.

But that's a problem for tomorrow.

What do you say we live
a little tonight, huh?

I have an 1811 bottle
of Château d'Yquem

that I paid six figures for

which I've been saving
for a special night.

Let's make that night tonight.

(PANTING)

What are you doing?

That was a setback,
but I just got a reply

from another informant
who said he has North's

old BlackBerry, so if-if I can just...

Stop it. You can't be serious.

I want my husband back.

- You promised me you would drop this.
- Yes.

Once the investigation is over.

It's not over, Fallon.

Yes, it is!

Liam, enough is enough.

You have to accept that you were wrong.

And I know you don't want
to hear that, but...

Every crazy scheme of yours,
I have always had your back.

And-and now that I am trying

to exonerate my murdered father,

what, you're just giving up on me?

I do have your back.

- (SCOFFS)
- That is what I am trying

to explain to you.

Your father

was not murdered, and we don't know

what he's guilty of.
He wasn't exactly a saint.

But you cannot rewrite history.

You are searching for an
answer that is not there!

I'm not giving up on this.

You need to accept reality.

The only reason you are not giving up

is because you don't want
to admit that you failed.

But if you want to
keep making things up,

and you want to live in a fantasy world,
that's fine,

but maybe you should go
back to writing fiction.

I got to go.

Liam...

(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)

You have some nerve,

embarrassing me in front
of my friends like that

with your little game of dress-up.

Save it.

I know you sabotaged me.

You hired that fake

Clark Hoffman assistant,
but it didn't work.

- You failed... as usual.
- Oh, Dominique,

sometimes I wish I lived
in your fantasy world.

As soon as Michael told me he
had mentioned Clark to you,

it didn't take long for me
to put the pieces together.

Is there a point to this,
or are you just lonely?

The point is,

I know your secret.

And if you ever try this again,
I'll use it.

I wonder how Fallon would react,

knowing you've been hiding her
half-sibling all these years?

She would probably be upset.

But not nearly as upset as your
children when they find out

you're still married and
haven't stopped lying to them.

- I already told you, I made that up to...
- Yes.

To bait me, but I didn't buy that,
so I looked into it.

And what do you know?

You are still married

to Mr. Brady Lloyd.

And to think,

just when you and Jeff
were finally getting along,

another betrayal.

I should have left you in
the bottom of that mine.

Probably, but you didn't.

Which means you better watch who
you mess with moving forward.

I think we're done here.

Well, I just need
a few more solo flying hours,

and then I'm done.

And Anders is qualified
to be an instructor?

Yeah. I think he flew in one
of the World Wars or something.

Anyway,

once I get my license,

you and I can fly anywhere we want.

- Just the two of us.
- That sounds nice.

Yeah.

Mm. Sorry.

Mm. Just got a little woozy.

Give me just a second.

Oh, Cristal!

Help! Help!

(DOG BARKING)

Hey.

Are you...?

- (GRUNTING)
- (TIRES SQUEALING)

Get off me! (GROANING)

Get off!

(GROANING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

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