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See that land down there?

I'm trying to acquire it for
my new aviation business.

- What are you gonna do with it?
- Build a private airport.

Take this corporate jet
business to the next level.

Garth Wheeler has been
indicted for massive tax fraud.

The deal's off.
The land has been designated

protected parkland.

Look, we need to do something.

The stress of having Leo in our lives

- is killing us.
- I know.

We need to get rid of Leo,

or he's gonna get rid of us.

Not even a morning cuddle?

That's what the pillow's for.
I'm running late.

God, don't you ever slow down?

Not as long as Claudette
Kingsley is up for the taking.

Now I get it.

Good old Claudette.

She is the home shopping industry's

top executive.

I heard she's available
and open to offers.

I need her help to launch FSN.

Fallon Shopping Network?

- Uh-huh.
- So that explains

why you've been buying all this crap.

- What is this?
- Excuse me.

That is not crap.

You know how much I
love miniature giraffes.

Okay, fine, it's research.

Speaking of,
I have to do some fact-checking,

and one final pass on my article

before I send it to
The New Yorker editors.

So can I ask you a favor?

Will you give me your feedback on it?

Just has to be before 5:00 tomorrow.

Of course.

Email me and I'll read
it later at the office.

- Now can I get that cuddle?
- Oh...

I love the idea, I really do,

but I have some wooing of my own to do.

I already got her assistant

to send over Claudette's wish list,

and now I just have to make
sure that moving to Atlanta

is added to it.

Cristal!

- How are you feeling these days?
- Thanks.

I'm fine. Feeling great.

Your clinic's big
fundraiser tomorrow night

was the story on Hot Tea Atlanta.

- Congrats.
- Really?

Oh, I-I didn't realize

it was gonna be so well-publicized.

Well, there were other stories, too,

but you did get a mention.

You must be very excited.

Which lucky designer are you wearing?

Alex Perry.

Oh. Makes sense.

He does know how to design a gown.

Mm. This will be your first big night,

in the spotlight, since your recovery.

All eyes will be on you.

Except the gown hasn't arrived.

It got lost in transit.

It's probably a sign I shouldn't go.

Well, if a lost outfit is
the reason you're not going,

I have a terrific design
that will look great on you.

That's very generous,

but Blake can't even go, so it's fine.

I'm sure they won't even miss me there.

Of course they will.
You started that clinic.

And I've been wanting to
get into haute couture,

so it's a win-win for both of us.

It-It's too much work for
you at the last minute.

No such thing.

Son of a...

I guess the call did not go as planned?

Jackass Senator North isn't budging.

He claims his constituents want

that seized property to be parkland.

He won't upset his voting base
this close to an election.

Mrs. Carrington, anything you need?

Are you feeling okay?

Yes. Thank you, Jeanette.

Where was my Wall Street Journal?

It's supposed to be on my desk

every morning; the system
has worked that way for years.

I don't see why things
have to fall apart.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Carrington.

I can find out.

Blake, we all miss Anders.

No need to take it out on Jeanette.

You are right. I'm sorry.

You didn't know. Now you do.

For next time.

I didn't mean to upset you.

Stress is the last thing
you need right now.

You just had surgery.

You need to take care of yourself,

physically and mentally.

I'm fine. Really.

I'm more worried about you.

I just need to find a way to get
my airport built on that land.

If I don't, Primetime Private Air

will be grounded before it takes off.

Have you heard anything from Eva?

Eva.

Claudette's assistant?

She said she would call back

if Claudette had anything she
wanted to add to her list.

Right. Eva.

No, she said you have
everything you need.

Okay. All right.

Well, then, all that's left
is to meet her salary demands

and get her The Solitaire.

Like, a ring?

Oh, I'm starting to miss Amir,

and he was stealing office supplies.

No. The Solitaire is an
exclusive residential building

a couple blocks from here, and...

Anyone who is anyone lives there,

but only if someone kicks the bucket

and their unit opens up.

- Darling, are you moving?
- No.

I am buying it as corporate
housing for my company.

The first tenant: Claudette Kingsley,

the executive who's going to get

my home shopping network off the ground.

What are you doing here?

I'm here for our mother-daughter date.

I even called Julie to confirm.

I may have double-booked you. I...

Go.

Uh, look, I would love to hang out,

in theory,
but I have a meeting with Coco Winter,

the president of the homeowners
association at The Solitaire.

But can't you see I'm
dressed for the occasion?

I have a special spa lunch planned,
with massages.

- Skip Coco.
- I can't skip Coco.

She has to approve all potential buyers,

and this is the only place
Claudette wants to live

if she moves here.

She's a bit of a snob,

which obviously makes me
respect her even more.

First Adam stops speaking to me,

and now you cancel three
times in three weeks.

Hey.

At least I'm consistent, right?

Okay, I got to go.

Um, schedule something with Julie.

We'll get it on the books.
We'll get it done, okay?

Fourth time's the charm.

So, did you finish
setting everything up?

Well, it took me a few
days to add new cameras...

...and upgrade the security system.

But just finished. Check it out.

All of Leo's illegal business...

the bribes, the drugs, everything...

will be recorded.

Once we have enough evidence,

we can take it to the FBI.

Then he's their problem.

And we won't have to worry about Leo

forcing his shady business on us.

Or having us beat up.

Or worse, threatening to "whack" us.

Nice and sturdy, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

It is hot as hell in here.

Oh, don't worry about that.

I have my maintenance
guy Marty working on it.

Great. It's also too noisy.

So...

I'm moving in to the
top suite at the hotel.

It's nice and quiet.

Temperature controlled.

But construction's almost done.

It won't be a problem
for too much longer.

And it'll cost me a
fortune to lose that suite.

My guys are already moving my stuff in.

I told the front desk you...

gave the okay.

You saying it's not okay?

No, of course not.

And it's only temporary, right?

Not so sure.

I like it here.
Might stick around permanently,

make this my new home
and base of operations.

He's moving into La Mirage?

It took me days to upgrade
the security system.

- All for nothing?
- We have to wire that suite, ASAP.

And you think he's just
gonna let us stroll in?

All we need to do is keep him
out of there for a few days,

and then you can do your thing.

Any idea how we do all this?

I already came up with the
"keep him out of there" plan.

Do I have to think of everything?

This place is amazing, Madam President.

You can call me Coco.

And it is.

It's pretty rare for any unit

to come up for sale here,
much less the penthouse.

Oh, well,
you don't have to convince me.

I am ready to sign.

You know, assuming I meet the homeowners
association's approval, of course.

Did I mention I'm willing to
upgrade the tennis courts?

I appreciate your passion,

but I just got word
that the seller received

a competing offer a few
minutes before you got here.

But it's not even on the market yet.

I mean, who would even
know to make an offer?

Oh, yes,

this is exactly what I'm looking for.

Mother, you can't just waltz in here

and try to poach this place from me.

I'm not poaching anything.
It's not yours.

It's for sale.

Is this payback for canceling lunch?

If we go for a picnic right now,

will you drop this ridiculous idea?

A gourmet picnic with
you would be divine,

and this is not a ridiculous idea.

I need to move.

La Mirage and I have
reached a stalemate.

You mean you've offended
everyone who works there.

And this address is
the most exclusive in town

for a socialite like me.

It could be years before
another unit's on the market.

I needed to move quickly.

No, you need to move quickly,
out the door.

You wouldn't even know
this place existed

if I hadn't mentioned it.

You are totally right, so thank you.

I could meet your next step-father here.

The building is full
of eligible bachelors.

Look, this is the last thing
on Claudette's wish list.

I need this more than you do.

My apologies, ladies,

but I'm having painters come in
to finish the upstairs level.

You should know we
require residents use only

the finest quality Benjamin Moore paint.

Oh, of course you do, Coco.

Maybe we can talk about my new
color palette in your office.

Yes, I have some thoughts
on that as well.

Actually, I have to run.

So we'll have to do it somewhere else.

Tomorrow. Separately, please.

You know, I have the most
perfect lunch spot in mind.

Say the Buckhead Peach Club
and Spa tomorrow afternoon?

My assistant's number.

Call her to set it up.

I'll see you there.

May the best woman win.

Oh, don't worry.

She will.

It's beautiful,

but you really didn't have
to go to all this trouble.

Trouble? Trouble is you not
having the right dress

for your return to society.

This...

was a joy for me to do.

What kind of sister-in-law would I be

if I didn't help you out?

What's going on here? Hmm?

What's your hidden agenda?

There's nothing hidden about it.

I want you to get noticed,
feel the love,

and have your picture taken in my dress.

I am still not sure I'm even going.

You have to go.

People want to see you, talk to you.

Hear about your recovery.

See my fine workmanship.

It's nice.

But, to be honest, it's not quite right.

And for one thing,
I usually prefer a bigger shoulder.

- Well, it's not...
- And more sequins.

I love a dress with lots of sequins.

Sequins have to be handstitched,

and it's very time-consuming.

I wouldn't have it done by tomorrow.

I understand.

I mean, you're new at this.

You don't have the
experience to pull it off.

I'm sorry, Dom.

Thank you for trying, but this just...

It isn't gonna work out.

I need some advice.

Listen, I'm a little busy

going over Liam's
research on Senator North.

There is no way that he is as clean

as Liam says he is.

So if you can you talk to
Fallon about whatever this is...

There are things I go to Fallon about,

and there are things I'd rather
go to someone like you for.

Oh, having a little trouble
downstairs with the plumbing?

Ew, no.

I got into a bit of a situation

at the hotel,

and, uh,

I just, I need help from someone

with a little more experience
at being, uh...

ruthless.

Oh.

I'm all ears.

There's an employee
I need out of the way

for a little while, um,

while I do some...

research on them.

How would you go about
something like that?

We can't fire or transfer him?

N-Not an option.

- Vacation?
- He's used up all of it.

Well, you know, there's always the IR.

The what?

IR... injured reserve list.

Oh, it's a sports term.

Well, listen,
when Alexis and I were married,

she had a squash instructor at the club

who was being handsy, so I, uh...

Well, Anders, really...

he oiled up the court overnight.

One accidental ACL tear later,

and Mr. Squash,
he was gone for the summer.

So was the kid taking a lesson that day,

but, you know, hey, collateral damage.

Hmm.

Um...

So, what type of oil was it?

Uh, baby? Canola?

You don't have to do
the exact same thing.

Oh.

But just, whatever you do...

just make sure you take it all the way.

It's a hard copy of my article.

Figured I'd drop it off
to make it easier for you,

and, uh, as a hint.

Hint received.

You know who can't take a hint?

My penthouse-stealing mother.

She is ruining my deal
with The Solitaire.

You know, I-I told her

how important this
penthouse was to my company,

and she won't back down.

Well, that doesn't make sense.
Something doesn't add up.

There's no need to investigate.

Deep down,
Alexis is always about Alexis.

Hello?

Hi, uh,
sorry to just barge in unannounced,

but no one's up front, so...

Hi. Who are you?

Oh, God, I'm sorry.
I'm Eva, Claudette Kingsley's assistant.

We spoke on the phone.

Yes, yes. Hi! Fallon.

Carrington.
Of course, I know who you are.

Your company is kind of an
inspiration to women like me.

- Oh.
- I'm Liam.

She's an inspiration to me, too.

Wait, wait, wait.

I'm sorry. Why are you here?

Shouldn't you be in New York?
Is something wrong?

No, not at all, I just want to check

on some things for Claudette,
in case she accepts.

And also get a home-cooked
meal since I'm from Atlanta.

Uh, the point is,
Fallon Unlimited is still in the hunt.

Oh, good. Good. Because I need her.

And I'm pushing for you.

As long as you lock down that penthouse

and I get a peek at it.

Claudette can be very particular.

Sounds like someone else I know.

You know, it's not ready just yet.

The, uh, painters are there prepping.

But soon.

Okay, uh, I will check back in later.

It was, uh, nice meeting you both.

- So, what are you gonna do?
- I am going to make sure

the only place my
mother's moving back to

is that trailer.

This is just an information
gathering visit.

We're not actually doing anything.

But we need to figure
out a way to keep Leo

from moving into that
suite so we can wire it.

Here he is.

Hey, guys.

What's up?

Is everything okay? Is it Kirby?

Uh, no, no, no.
Kirby is doing great in rehab.

I actually just talked to her counselor

just a few days ago.

Good. I'm glad.

She and I didn't end things
on the best of terms,

but, you know, I still care about her.

And I never got to thank
you for saving her life.

Of course.

I mean, we're all family.

So, uh, what can I do for you?

Oh. We need to buy more insurance

for our construction crew.

Okay. Chief of staff at the
hospital wears many hats,

but selling insurance isn't one of them.

No, no, no, um...

You see,
a worker had a fall at the club.

And he's doing okay now,

but it made us realize that we, um,

we need to be more covered. So...

What kind of worksite
accidents do you see here?

The most common,
so we can be properly insured.

Okay.

Broken bones.

Minor electrocutions from faulty wiring.

Falls from heights.

Uh, flying debris...

Guys, I-I really need to go.

Did I give you what you needed?

Yeah, very helpful.

I'm not dropping a brick on Leo's head.

You won't have to

as long as we electrocute
him just right.

Read anything good lately?

I'm sorry.

Actually, yes.

I'm impressed, Liam.

This first paragraph really hooked me.

Who knew you had so much talent?

You could be going places.

Thanks.

You're not doing so bad yourself.

Your company was featured
as one of the city's hottest

on Hot Tea Atlanta.

I mean, not that I normally
pay attention to that stuff.

Well, it helps when your son
owns the company.

And while my popularity

might be significant in greater Atlanta,

it doesn't seem to be
true in this house.

- What do you mean?
- Well, let's just say

we don't all have supportive family,

like you do with Fallon.

Cristal rejected the idea

of wearing my evening gown design.

So much for sisterhood.

Hey.

If I had listened to everyone who said

I couldn't make the jump to
investigative journalist...

well, I would still be
writing a crappy novel.

But I kept at it.

And once this gets published,
no more doubters.

And from what I can tell,

you don't give up easily, either.

It's one of my stronger qualities.

For some people,
only seeing is believing.

You know what?

We should talk more often.

Thank you.

Uh, don't you want to
finish reading the article?

No.

I've seen enough to believe.

I have a lot of work ahead.

You really think we're gonna be able

to just find videos on electrocution?

Just a thousand of them. There.

The Internet is a bad place.

You ready?

Hang on. Hang on one second.

Just grab the wire on three.

- Okay.
- Three, two, one.

I'm starting to think
a brick on the head

is not such a bad idea.

I'm sure that guy was fine.

We just need to make sure
it's enough to send Leo

to the hospital for a few days.

And we have to make sure it
also looks like a real accident.

- I don't know, man.
- What?

Did you forget that they used
your kidney as a punching bag

and threatened to kill you?

Okay. So, how are we doing this?

So, Leo has a routine, right?

The first thing he does
when he gets here is

he grabs a drink from that fridge,

and he charges his phone at that outlet.

So I rigged it.

Y-You rigged the wires?

Yes. Don't act so surprised.

I also speak one more language than you.

Look...

Just pretend this potato
is Leo and his phone.

Huh, I thought that was your lunch.

Oh, I'm off carbs.

Now, allow me to demonstrate
how he'll get zapped.

I'm using an extension cord for safety.

When Leo plugs his phone,
this is what will happen.

That seemed a little strong.

- We can adjust it.
- It's a good idea.

You just got a little...

Don't touch me.

This is a waste of time.

I believe it's your move.

I'm not into the game as much lately.

I'm not talking about
playing chess, sir.

As you and I both know,

it's time you made a
move on Senator North.

I'm aware of that.

Why do you think I've been
staring at paperwork all day?

Perhaps a closer look might help.

It's not in there, damn it!

If you're gonna carry on like that,
I'll be on my way.

Yeah, you never were much for emotion.

Someone had to keep
their head on straight.

You were always prone to outbursts.

A habit you should
probably work on breaking.

Thought you were here to help me,
not lecture me.

I'm merely saying what you're thinking.

Maybe we can figure this out together.

It was always kind of our thing.

Our thing, as often as not,

was you talking through a problem,

I would agree,
and then put it into action,

as we did with the squash instructor.

Right.

Oh, what kind of oil was that?

I have no idea.

What I do know is that
if the senator is dirty,

the evidence will be in there.

Figure it out.

You're Blake Carrington.

Act like it.

I don't know if I can
do this without you.

You already are.

Thank you again for
opening up early for me, Delphine.

This spot is perfect.

Coco will love it.

My pleasure, Ms. Carrington.

You will have the whole
store to yourselves

for another 45 minutes,

and then I have to open to the public.

Coco should've been here already.

Maybe I'll just browse for the moment.

Oh...

I know. It's beautiful.

But if there's anything you don't see,

I will be happy to have

our designer fulfill
any special requests.

Perfect.

You know,
I am going to make a quick call

just to find out what's going on.

Okay?

Julie?

Julie, hi.

You confirmed Coco at the jeweler

for our morning interview, didn't you?

I confirmed that we canceled, yes.

You what? Why?

You called an hour ago and told me

you didn't need to meet with her.

No, I didn't!

Huh. It sounded like you.

You called me "darling"
and told me I was doing

a fabulous job.

And you still thought it was me?

Um...

I'm so sorry, but I'm gonna have to run.

I-Is there a problem?

Oh, yes.

I have a mother of a problem.

Oh. In our business,

we always say jewelry
makes everything better.

You're not wrong.

Hmm.

I think I will take this
tennis bracelet after all.

All I'm asking is if we need to use

the most expensive vodka.

And all I'm answering is yes.

People notice these things.

Okay. Just stay cool.

I thought I was staying cool
until you said "stay cool."

Now I'm not sure.

Hey, Mr. Jones, I've got a few of these

to help with the heat.
I'm just gonna plug this in,

- and I'll get the others.
- No, Marty, Marty.

Uh, we don't need that.

It's basically freezing in here, so...

Well, it's cooler than yesterday.

No problem.

Go ahead.

A little breeze won't hurt.

Uh, Marty, Mart...

you should put that over there,
closer to the workers.

Leo!

- What happened?
- Boss?

He's still breathing.

Someone, call 911!

Uh, Ms. Deveraux,
I really should get back to work.

Soon.

Where else do you expect me to
find someone Cristal's size?

What if Mrs. Carrington shows up?

She's lunching outside.

I stayed up all night
working on this dress.

It has to be perfect,

and I think it may just be.

She's gonna love it.

It looks spectacular.

But...

I really don't want to lose my job.

Fine.

Take it off. Carefully.

I just need to find the right shoes

and accessories so she has no excuse.

Jeanette, when did this Alex
Perry evening gown come in?

Last week, I think.

But yesterday,
she told me to put it away.

She didn't even try it on.

I really need to go.

Alexis Colby and guest for our 2:00.

- An afternoon massage is such a luxury.
- Isn't it?

Uh, Mrs. Colby, I'm so sorry.

I'm not finding your name in our system.

Really?

That's odd.

Try Carrington, or Morell.

Sure.

No.

No Carrington.

Or Morell.

I'm sorry, uh, we have
no record of your membership.

You'll be sorrier if you
don't figure this out.

There must be some mistake.

You can sign up for a membership.

- Perfect.
- But there is a six-month waiting list.

Which one of those names
would you like it under?

Actually, I would like your name,

and I would like to
speak with a manager.

I am the manager.

It's Luna.

It's a pleasure meeting you.

Not so great to meet you, Luna.

You need to fix this.

Now.

Those are for members only.

Oh, I'm not gonna eat this peach.

I'm gonna shove it down your throat

until you find my membership.

Ma'am, this is a place of healing,

not violence.

Oh, really?

Well, you can't heal
without a little violence.

You know, I don't have time
for a massage after all.

Let's reschedule.

No, wait.

Clearly, she doesn't know
what she's talking about.

Coco!

Hi, I was just calling to inform you

that your mother has been turned away.

And she threatened me with a peach.

Of course.

And thank you for the bracelet.

Have a terrific day, Ms. Carrington.

No, no. Save your breath, Blake.

I'm not changing my mind.

Find someplace else for your airport.

Or scrap it altogether.

I-I can't help you.

I don't know, I think you can.

You just need to be convinced.

I'm sorry your deal fell apart,

but that area is now designated
as protected parkland.

Now, you'll have to excuse me.

You know, I'm thinking of naming it

"Joseph Anders Memorial Airport."

You never give up, do you?

You're not getting that airport.

I don't care who the
hell Joseph Anders is.

He was a very special
member of my family.

He was almost like a father to me,

and that father-son bond is so strong.

Well, of course, you know that.

I have daughters. Two, actually.

What, you forgetting about your son?

In Costa Rica?

Yeah, I was perusing your tax returns,

and after I took a closer look,

I was able to follow the
money from your charity

all the way down to a
primary school in Costa Rica.

Nothing wrong with a little charity.

No, but this is a cover to
pay for your son's tuition.

You know,
the son your former assistant Kathy

gave birth to seven years ago,

after mysteriously leaving your office.

And going down there, pregnant.

Almost sounds like a scandal.

Do you have any idea
who you're threatening?

Whom.

Yes, I do.

Kathy admitted the whole thing

on the condition that I
don't go to the press,

which I probably won't do.

All right.

You'll get your land.

Yeah, I know I'm getting my land.

That's not all I want now.

Fallon Morell Carrington,
you have crossed a line.

You, out.

We'll finish this up later.

How could you humiliate me like that?

I'm your mother.

I'll get you your spa membership back.

I thought you didn't mind a
little friendly competition.

There was nothing friendly about it.

I can't go back there.

You made me look like a fool.

Well, I'm pretty sure
you did that to yourself.

But we're done now.

Coco is telling the
owner that I am clearly

the superior candidate
for the penthouse.

You don't understand what
this penthouse means to me.

There are very few places
where I feel this at home,

and it's another chance for
a meaningful relationship.

We both know this is
you getting back at me

because I wasn't paying
enough attention to you.

- You never really cared about this place.
- I did.

And maybe if you would
stop and think about it...

I have.

And I understand.

You are jealous of your own daughter,

which is a little sad

and a lot Kardashian.

- And here I thought we were turning a corner.
- We were.

Then you were more loyal

to some business associate
than your own mother.

Fallon,

I can't have you push me away like Adam.

You need to leave my new penthouse

before I have Solitaire
security make you.

Oh, and send
the interior designer back in

on your way out.

Looks like he's gonna be here
for two weeks, not two days.

I'll wire for surveillance
as soon as we get back.

Dr. Hammond to ICU.

Hey, guys.

Dr. Hammond to ICU.

Hey, Leo.

We were...

wondering how you were.

We were worried.

Brought you flowers.

You're in good hands with these docs.

Uh, we can't stay,
and you got to rest, so...

What happened?

Uh, faulty wiring, I guess.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

'Cause I remember you two
acting weird in the club

when that maintenance guy
was about to plug in the fan.

Like...

that outlet was meant only for me.

I mean, I-I could be wrong,

but...

who knows?

So when I get out of here,

we're all gonna take a little ride...

...and get to the bottom
of this whole thing.

What do you think Leo meant by
"taking a ride"?

I think he means the kind of
ride where three of us leave

and only one of us comes back.

What happens to the other two?

Gentlemen.

I see your contractor is here, Leo.

It's weird how he was injured on site

the day after I talked to
you about on-site accidents.

I know.

Good thing we got that insurance.

We owe you one.

So, uh, what's his prognosis?

Too soon to know,
but we have to replace his pacemaker,

- which was fried.
- He has a pacemaker?

- Is that a dangerous surgery?
- Not really.

You know what is dangerous, though?

Purposely electrocuting someone.

You want to explain
to me why you did it?

We just needed to incapacitate him

for a few days so that we
could wire his hotel room.

Yeah. We didn't know he had a pacemaker.

What are you guys talking about?
You can be in a lot of trouble.

We already are in trouble.

Leo's...

organized crime.

He's planning to skim
profits from the club,

and he's expanding into La Mirage

to launder money

and probably do all kinds
of other criminal activity.

The guy is bad news.

He already had his goon
smack me around once,

- and he wasn't even upset with us then.
- We needed a solution.

- And this was it?
- Well, it doesn't matter now.

We need a new one.

Or witness protection.

- What? Seriously?
- Yes.

Apparently he's taking
this very personally,

and if he gets out of here...

...there's a good chance
he tries to have us killed.

What is this about, Dominique?

It's about you.

This is your dress for tonight.

A little bigger shoulder
and tons of sequins.

I stayed up all night and
this morning working on it.

You'll be the belle of the ball.

People will see you
sparkling from miles away.

But I didn't ask you to do this.

- You told me this is what you wanted.
- It's...

still not my style.

You know, it's too bad the
first dress didn't arrive,

or you'd see what I mean.

You mean this dress?

The one you said was lost
but was in your closet?

You went into my closet?

Why would you lie about this?

- You wouldn't understand.
- Try me.

I know you've had a really tough time.

I wanted to do something kind for you.

That's why.

That's exactly what I don't want.

The "I feel sorry for you"
face that everyone is gonna give me.

I don't want pity.

I can't stand the idea

of being treated with kid gloves.

The staff is doing it.

Blake is doing it.

Th-The last thing I want is
an entire ballroom doing it.

It-it makes me feel...

Like a helpless child?

No one hates appearing
weak more than I do.

I promise you.

Everyone knows how strong you are.

And there's no rule book
that says you have to go.

In fact...

I have a better idea.

Claudette is going to love it.

There's no way she can't agree.

Plus, she'll get the chance
to work with you.

Oh! Take this for her.

It's all about the building.

I haven't read it yet, but apparently

this place is filled
with eligible bachelors.

You know, if she's in the market.

Says here, "We cater
to our 80% female resident rate

with an on-site nail
salon and blow dry bar,"

- but no mention of bachelors.
- Oh.

Sounds like a high-end convent.

Don't worry,

Claudette's all about location.

She wants to be within walking
distance of Fallon Unlimited.

And the, uh, hospital.

She, uh, gets a lot of work done,

but you did not hear that from me.

They're both five minutes away.

Oh, yeah.

I guess you can see my
office from up here.

And the hospital where my brother works

is just five minutes that way.

Me, Adam, Alexis.

It's like the Carrington Triangle.

Fallon?

The owner approved your
proposal and just needs you

to sign the offer sheet before
the contracts are sent out.

The last item on the list of demands.

Congratulations.

Let's give him two grams of cefazolin

before he goes in for surgery.

Yes, Doctor.

- Come on, babe.
- Why would any couple agree

to having their life on TV?

Anyone who goes on a
reality show is crazy.

Present company excluded.

Of course. My show was classy.

This was a great idea.

Putting myself first is
so what I needed tonight.

And pizza and champagne.

What could be better?

I mean, I could've used the publicity

for all my hard work.

Done. I took a ton of
pictures in the dress earlier.

We can send them to the
Hot Tea Atlanta website.

A beautiful dress is a beautiful dress

no matter where you wear it.

Thank you.

It's nice to have someone

who's got my back for a change.

You had mine.

So... thank you.

It's almost like having a sister.

To sisterhood.

Something odd just happened.

Coco called and The Solitaire
wants me as a buyer after all.

Hmm.

I must have overestimated my charm.

So you had nothing to do this?

Not at all.

You're an excellent liar, Fallon.

You learned from the best.

But you cannot fool your mother.

Okay, fine.

I withdrew my offer.

- I figured it all out.
- What did you figure out?

That the building has every amenity

that a woman could want,

and it's the only residence
in Atlanta worthy of me?

Not just that.

And it's not about
all the single men, either,

which the building doesn't even have.

This was all about living
close to me and Adam.

Why didn't you just tell me?

Because I didn't want
you to feel sorry for me.

Ah. Well, don't worry.

That will never happen.

Lately,
I feel like I'm losing my children.

And it's the one thing
I dread losing the most.

I know that sounds stupid.

No, it doesn't.

And it's partially my fault.

I mean,
I've been so busy with work that...

- I kept pushing you to the side.
- Apology accepted.

Well, I didn't technically
say I was sorry, but okay.

So, what about Claudette?

Is she taking the job?

Well, Claudette turned
out to be a bit of a diva.

And there's only room for
one of those around here,

so I guess I'll look for someone else.

Maybe start by looking in the mirror.

After all, you are my daughter.

And like me, you always find a way.

Oh, no.

Was Leo released? Do we need to pack?

Actually, I'm sorry to say
that Leo didn't make it.

Yeah, crazy thing.

He went into cardiac arrest

right before he went in for surgery,

and I couldn't revive him.

Tragic, really.

Don't worry.

The nurse was out of the room,
and Leo was gone

before she got back.

So Leo's dead?

Yeah.

I guess it was just his time.

And, uh...

like you said, we're family, right?

Family takes care of each other.

We went too far.

We didn't do anything.

And Adam did exactly what was necessary.

We're not murderers. Leo was.

Look, I shouldn't have
fought you on this.

But if this problem didn't get
solved the way that it did,

we might really would be in
witness protection right now.

Or planning our own funerals.

Hey.

Just thought I'd check on you,

see how things went with the penthouse.

No longer needed,
and neither is Claudette.

I took a look in the mirror,

and I decided I am
going to run FSN myself.

Oh, good.

So, how about we go grab
something to eat, then?

Oh, crap.

Liam, your article.

- Can I read it now?
- Don't worry.

I had to turn it in to make my deadline,

but it's fine, okay?

I'm so sorry. I just got busy, and I...

There'll be more.

It just...
it feels nice, having finished it.

So, let's go celebrate.

Fallon?

Oh, Eva.

We were just talking
about my husband's article

that's going to be in The New Yorker.

Congratulations.

That's a big deal.

You must be a very good writer.

Thank you. So...

You ready?

You know what, can I meet you

back at the manor in a couple of hours?

I just have to finish
something up with Eva,

and I don't know how
long it's gonna take.

I don't want you to wait.

Yeah.

- Not a problem. Okay.
- Okay.

Night, Eva.

- Night.
- Okay, so come on.

Tell me, did you decide?

I need somebody just like you...

smart, ambitious, put together.

Sort of like another me.

Plus, you get to move back
to Atlanta like you wanted.

Working for you would
be a dream come true.

That's why I called Claudette

and politely told her
to find someone else.

And then I hung up on her.

Okay, well, you need to work

on your quitting skills a little bit,

but...

we are going to make

a great team.

I hope you're ready,

because we've got a new
shopping network to launch.

Hey.

Hey, is everything all right?

Shouldn't you still be at the event?

Is that what you were wearing?

I never went.

Didn't feel like being
treated like a piece of glass

that might shatter.

Sound familiar?

Are you saying that's
something I've been doing?

A little bit.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes.

I'm the same person I always was.

I had cancer, and now I don't.

You don't have to think
of me differently.

I'm still...

- A badass? Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

I know.

And look,
I admit I was worried about you,

but I know better than to cross you,

which is why I want to share
some news with you first.

I was just downstairs,

watching Senator North
announce his resignation.

What? Blake, I'm sorry.

No, it's fine.

Go ahead, tell her.

She just said she doesn't
want to be treated

like a piece of glass.

But now you have to start over

and convince a new
senator to sell it to you.

You may never get your land.

No, no, this is actually a good thing.

This is getting to be painful to watch.

What are you afraid of?

I am not afraid.

- What was that?
- Huh?

You're gonna have to tell her now.

She thinks you've gone crazy.

Blake? What's going on?

I'm tired of bribing and
kissing the ring of politicians.

I want the power for myself.

So I'm gonna take a run for it.

Long as you're okay with that.

- Yes! I'm thrilled.
- Yeah?

And I will do anything
to help make that happen.

So it's official.

Blake Carrington is running to be

the next senator from the
great state of Georgia.

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