All language subtitles for Dynasty.S02E08.A.Real.Instinct.for.the.Jugular.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-KiNGS_Kyle.Eng

Previously onDynasty...

We have news to celebrate.

Last night,
asked Cristal to marry me

and she said yes.

ALEXIS: Where are you, Hank?

I don't know who the hell

this Claudia is

or why I have her baby,

but you need to come
and get it right now.

I'm folding... Done.

You're not going anywhere.

I'll let go of the club
and your blackmail,

if you do one last thing.

I need you to pick
something up for me.

Oh, my God. ALEXIS: Sam found a baby
in the manger.

JENNINGS: I have a favor to ask.

Could you pop by
Alexis's trailer

and check her size for me?

What the hell?

What was your name again?

Manuel. I babysit a lot.

How'd you like to stick around,
Manny?

I want us to get married
as soon as we can

so I never have to be scared
of losing you again.

I don't ever want
to lose you, either.

PLANNER: The fairytale
bride is a walking dream.

The epitome of
happily ever after.

Feels a little too
damsel-in-distress-y for me.

Unless she's wearing mesh
and lace garters under there.

Is she?

No Next.

The glam rock bride dazzles,
never fades.

A bright star with
a lust for life.

Mm. Okay. No. No.

I love the fur, but the glitter
is way too Tonya Harding. Next.

What is all of this?

Hey, there you are.

I've had our wedding planner
put together

some human Pinterest boards,

so we can visualize our big day.

It's a little bit over-the-top.

Do we need such an
extravagant wedding?

Well, it's a celebration of us.

And how much we'll spend
to celebrate us.

But don't worry.
I can afford it.

SAM: These are not items

you typically find
in someone's trailer, Alexis.

You obviously had something to
do with Little Blake's arrival.

You caught me, Sam.

It was Hank who left
the baby at my doorstep.

He was here?

You're telling me

my precious baby is that

murdering pyro's child?

Hank apparently
knocked up this woman

who was an unfit mother, and...

Well, that's a gene pool
that should be contained.

No offense. I know
he's your grandson.

You must understand.

Your father was a murderer.

But Blake?

He'll never look at LB the same.

Fine. I'll keep it between us.

So it's agreed. Not a word.

Not a word to Blake or Cristal

or, or Child
Protective Services.

But didn't you call them? Well, I couldn't.

I-I couldn't risk them tracing
the baby back to Hank,

and putting the spotlight
on the family. I...

Please. You have
to keep pretending

that they're on their way.

Whatever it takes
to keep Little Blake happy

and safe and with me.

The whole antebellum theme

is giving me Get Out vibes.

Ooh, no. No.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

Since you're in the process

of planning your wedding,
I'd like to request

that I give the last toast
after your brother.

We should skip your
mother altogether.

Also, I was thinking,
in the spirit of new beginnings,

you should make Cristal
a bridesmaid.

Oh. Are we
discussing the wedding?

Well, I've been working
on my guest list,

and I've whittled my "must"
invites down to 350.

Everyone, this is Manuel,

the new manny.

Manny the manny?
That can't be real.

Can you make sure he gets
a seat at the adult table?

And also, I'd
really appreciate it

if you could ban other guests
from wearing leopard print.

That's kind of my aesthetic.

No. No. No. To everyone.

Your job will be to simply show
up and shut up. In that order.

CRISTAL: Fallon is right.

It's her special day and we
should do whatever she wants.

Thank you, new Cristal.

Okay. Everybody out.

Except for Culhane.

We need to find
our iconic venue.

Hi, you. Aw.

Look, he's smiling for Grandma.

You'll meet Mrs.
Gunnerson. She's good.

She'll help you with
anything you need.

She's... Sam.

Did you manage to get Alexis'
sweater size from her trailer?

Ah.

Was there anything else
you need?

No. Thank you.

You've been really helpful.

This is cute.

[Sam and Manuel
speak indistinctly]

What did you do to Sam?

They should tie a bell

around your furry little neck.

He said nothing about finding
the baby Jesus in your RV.

I can tell he's lying.

Maybe I should tell Blake.

Without proof?

He'll think you're
an insecure lunatic

that's got it out for
his stunning ex-wife.

We're still engaged.

Even after you told him
everything I did.

You know, Blake's pantalones

may tighten at the
thought of you now,

but in time,
they're gonna deflate.

And since you're not
gonna be here for long,

don't bother sucking up
to my daughter.

What are you talking about?

I saw the way you smooch
her ass.

And if there's one thing
that I will never allow,

it's for you to get
close to my children.

Oh, I get it.

Your kids are all you have left.

You've lost your husband,
your friends,

your place in society.

You're practically a leper.

Enjoy the caviar.

I can always get you more.

PLANNER: The
Hildebrand just remodeled.

They have a rotating restaurant.

That's nice... if I want to get
married on a merry-go-round.

Ugh. Tacky.

Ugly. Wait.

Is that the Swan House?

PLANNER: Built in 1928.

It's one of Atlanta's
most historic estates.

Oh. Grandma Carrington
got married there.

It's so beautiful.

Oh, you were close
to her, weren't you?

That would be special,

to get married where she did.

Special and deeply personal.

It's the only option.

Unfortunately, there's another
wedding booked that evening.

Would you consider
moving the date?

No. Absolutely not.

And we've already sent out
save-the-dates,

and it would cause
way too much speculation,

what with my recent divorce...
Well, divorces...

And the accelerated engagement...
No.

Who booked it?

Mimi Rose Prescott.

Mimi Rose.

She's an insipid
Southern socialite

who's been married like, what,
five times?

Maybe I can convince her
to skip this one.

Do you even know her?

No, but I know someone who does.

♪

Not to interrupt your paint
by numbers: The deceased series,

but I want the Swan House
for my wedding venue,

and guess who has it booked

for their wedding
on the very same day?

It's not me. I swear.

Mimi Rose Prescott.

I vaguely recall her being part
of your cabal of blonde,

big-haired head cases that
you used to slither with.Mmm.

I do know Mimi.

Well, yay.

Maybe you can set up a face-off,
and we can convince her

that she doesn't need
to get married there.

Do you remember just
a couple of hours ago,

you said you did not want
any family involvement?

Because it surely seems like
you're asking me for help.

I'm not gonna beg you.

Hmm. I should get back
to my painting.

Please, Mother,
I need your help.

Well, that's not great,
but it'll do.

Look at us. Joining forces.

The two of us riding
into battle together.Relax.

We're meeting with a woman,
not overthrowing the Lannisters.

♪

It's ungentlemanly
of you to keep me waiting.

I was busy. With wedding planning?

It's the talk of the town.

Aren't you glad I rescued you

from that sleep-inducing
lace and tulle talk?

Look, I'm only doing this job
because you promised me

the blackmail on Fallon and
the video of Jeff's poker game.

I'm not letting another
disaster like the one

that happened at
the club happen again.

The disaster you caused?

Surely, you're a man who takes
responsibility for his actions.

Or have years of being Fallon's
errand boy worn your ass down?

My ass is doing just fine,

thank you very much.

I like you, Michael.

That's why I want to help you.

All you need to do is pick up
a shipment of antiques for me,

and then you're done.

A "shipment of antiques"?

That doesn't sound shady at all.

Everything's taken care of.

The only thing you need to do
is drive.

As long as that's all
I'm doing, then we're good.

You deliver for me

and I deliver for you,
your freedom.

MIMI ROSE:
It's been so long, Alexis.

I remember Fallon as just
a sweet little thing.

Oh, no. Must've been
a different Fallon.

When did we last talk.

No... the yacht in Majorca.

We pushed old Savannah Gates

overboard. Oh, my God.

She would've drowned if her
implants hadn't kept her afloat.

Oh, I would've called
on you sooner,

but I have been overwhelmed
with my charities.

Mm. I remember those
lovely galas.

I almost invited you
to the last one,

but then I thought it might be
awkward for you

to be out in society,

being between homes and single.

Oh, I've been preoccupied,
renovating my loft,

and, well,
planning Fallon's wedding.

I'm getting married, too.

Oh, look at that.

It's gonna be at the Swan House.

That old place?

Oh, dear.

What's wrong?

Well, you've always been
so avant-garde, and,

well, that old house
is well-trafficked

like a drive-through
wedding chapel these days.

FALLON: Yes. And so over-filmed.
In The Hunger Games,

it was a mass-murdering
dictator's home. Mm.

Yeah. I just see you
somewhere more lavish...

Unexpected.

Do you still have that friend
over at Hildebrand?

Yes, and I can get you
an unbelievable deal.

Bless your hearts.

You two are more transparent
than Savannah's implants.

I did not get to my perch

in Atlanta society
without my spies.

I know you want the Swan House.

Well, I'll cut
right to the chase.

What will it take to get you
to switch venues?

Sweet little Fallon.

What is it? Your third wedding?

Isn't it all an old hat by now?

Says the woman on her sixth.

FALLON: You can play
hardball all you want,

but just know you will lose.

I'm Fallon Carrington.

I run this town,

I make the rules

and I always win,
sometimes gracefully.

Your daughter is quite
an adversary.

A real instinct for the jugular.

You should have warned me.

She's a modern woman.

She knows what she wants
and how to get it.

Well, finish your
tiny sandwiches, Mimi.

This bitch has moves to make.

Soon, I'll be enjoying
the wedding of the decade

in a venue of a lifetime.

I've missed your feistiness,
old friend. Sit back down.

We have so much to discuss.

ANDERS: Ms. Jennings,

sorry for the intrusion.

But now that you're
Blake's fiancée,

I thought we should get to know
each other so that I can

tailor the manor
to your wants and needs.

I'm not really a fussy person.

Just standard protocol.

Where are you from originally?

And how is that related
to the manor?

Oh, just so Mrs. Gunnerson
can prepare meals

from your home region.

Hmm. I'm happy
with her menus now.

And what about your family?

So that we can add them
to the-the house contacts.

Uh-huh.
We don't need to do that.

What about your close friends?

You can put down the names
of some of my coworkers

from the PT clinic.

Well, speaking of
employment history,

where did you work prior?

Just in case you have
any special interests.

We can provide items
and activities to suit.

Hmm.

The only thing I need right now
is getting this TV

on the mirror to work
so I can watch.

Club Azteca play their match
in La Liga Mexicana de Fútbol.

Of course.

Gracias.

FALLON: I understand

that the president
of the historical society

is a busy man.

I need you to tell him
that Fallon Carrington,

a busy woman, has an
urgent offer to present.

I heard a frightening rumor

that you had tea with Alexis.
You'll make up

with the devil, but
you won't give Cristal a chance?

I try to limit myself
to one good deed a day.

Look, I'm just asking
you to include her

in your plans, for me.

I will consider it if you agree

to shorten your wedding speech.Oh.

My speech is five minutes.

I'm willing to trim it down to

four minutes.

Mm...

Two minutes. Okay, let's jump ahead

to no minutes.

No Blake Time gets you
Fallon and Cristal Time.

Please stop crying.

Daddy's trying
to reach other Daddy.

Hey, this is Steven Carrington.

Please leave a message,
and I'll get back to you.

Voicemail again?
Steven, you're killing me.

Shh. He's still going at it, huh?

Yeah. You know what,

let me try something.

Uh, not that I don't
appreciate the view,

but why are you stripping
around my child?

May I?

Yeah.

Come here.

So, skin-on-skin contact's
the closest a baby can come

to being back in the womb.

It relaxes them.

Come here, little guy.

You really have a way with him.

Honestly,
this little guy's easy.

Yeah.

Um, Manuel, I've
been looking for you.

Would you mind taking a look

at my tattoo?

See how it's healing?

Yeah. Sure.

Looking good, huh?

It's perfect.

Okay, well, I should probably
take care of this little guy.

Yeah.

Don't be a stranger.

Look,

stamped tramp,

Manuel is here
to take care of the baby,

not the fire in your skirt. Okay,

well, ever since Steven left,

you've been sex-starved
and cranky.

I think you're the one
that needs to go have a long,

cold shower.

Wonderful news.

I am this close
to breaking Mimi.

So you don't have to do a thing.

Mama's got you.

Actually, I have been trading
calls with the president

of the historical society.
He owns the Swan House,

and once I make him an offer,
he won't be able to resist.

Wait a minute.

You're going to buy the estate?

Well, once I own it, I can do
whatever I want with it,

including ousting
that monogram-loving,

Lilly Pulitzer-wearing dye job.

But I'm so close.

Why don't you let your mother do
this one thing for you, Fallon?

After all I've missed, I

well, it would just mean the
world to me if you'd let me play

a small part in the most
important day of your life.

Fine.

You haven't ruined anything yet.

And since you're taking care of
the second most important part

of my wedding,

why don't you come help me
with the first?

Wedding dress shopping.

You know,

I am thrilled to be sharing

this mother-daughter
bonding moment.

I don't know if I ever told you,

but when I was
getting married, I...

Well, my mother was
the most militant bitch

about my bridal gown.

You won't be militant, will you?

Fallon.

Thank you for inviting me.

What in the hell
is she doing here?

I had to strike
a little deal with Dad.

I mean, you know
how difficult family can be.

How awful that Blake
would impose her upon us.

Well, you don't have to stay
if you don't want to.

I wouldn't dream of missing

the greatest decision
of my daughter's life.

Well, I'm not sure
I would say that, but okay.

The ground rules are as follows:

Your opinion is not
as important as mine,

I look amazing in wedding gowns,

and if you take any photos,
I get approvals.

Now, help me say yes to a dress.

And let's go hard
on the bubbles.

Ooh.

You look like

an absolutely divine

toilet brush.

2001: A Slut Odyssey.

Big Bird dipped in bleach.

Still seeing toilet brush.

Under a mosquito net.

That is gorgeous.

Just not on you.

Then maybe... I don't know,

maybe I'm not dressable.

I can't think of anything worse.

Fallon, you're stunning.

Don't worry about it.

Sometimes you have to try on,
like, 50 different gowns

to find the right one.

Personally, I love this one.

: Well, if you love it so much,

why don't you wear it.

Why not?

Wedding bells
are ringing for you, too.

There you are.

How dare she hijack your moment?

I'm the mother of the bride,
and if she can try on dresses,

I should be allowed to as well.

But these are all wedding gowns.
They're white.

It's trendy for the bridal party

to wear the same color
as the bride.

Look at Pippa Middleton.

Ooh. I should invite her.

WOMAN:
Excuse me, ma'am. Oh, Mom.

You should wear that.

A live telegram
for Alexis Carrington.

Ooh, I love these.

I'll pay you $1 million
not to sing.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The historic Peachtree
Preservation Society welcomes.

Ms. Alexis Morell
Carrington as member

and hereby nominate her

to the committee of the
annual Peachtree Jubilee.

Signed, Mimi Rose
Prescott, President.

Mimi Rose Prescott?

Why would she
want... Well, this is a surprise.

Mimi must know that I'm back
in the Carrington fold and

about to make a splash
reentering the social scene.

Clearly, she's trying
to cull my favor.

Is it clear?

Well, I'm flattered, of course.

But that does not mean
that I'll waver from my quest

to get you your dream venue.

Hmm. Always

and forever Team Fallon.

Now, I need a dress.

Baby.

Hey, my little baby.

What's wrong?

Hey.

My wedding album
was finally delivered.

Um, it's silly,
but I was hoping I'd

look it over for the first time
with my husband.

Oh, come on. That's not silly.

It's sweet.

We haven't been able
to chat much.

He's in South America,

doing good for the world
or whatever,

but I just wanted
to hear his voice.

You want to hear if he misses
you as much as you miss him.

And now everything's
happening without him.

The album, the baby,

just passing through the
Steven-shaped hole in my life.

I know what that emptiness
feels like, Sam.

My baby brother passed away
when I was just a kid.

It's been over 20 years,
but, uh,

I miss him every day.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Okay.

Enough sad stuff.

Mopey isn't really
a good look for me.

At least you got
this little guy.

Babies make everything better.

I just hope he turns out
to be a daddy's boy.

So we can be
disgustingly inseparable.

MICHAEL: So, what's Ada's deal?

Only thing I know about her

is she had ties
with Max Van Kirk.

She helped Van Kirk Industries
with imports, exports,

that sort of thing,

until she went to Max and asked
for a bigger piece of the pie.

He said no.

So she went out on her own,
took the whole damn pie.

Ballsy.Stupid.

You see,
the Van Kirks might look

all Park Avenue on the outside,

but, on the inside,
they're absolute savages.

See, Max,
he couldn't stand being hustled.

So he got someone
to try to take Ada out.

When everything went sideways,

her six-year-old daughter
got caught in the crossfire

and died.

Yeah, I know. It blows.

But I wouldn't feel
too sorry for her,

'cause she was evil
long before that ever went down.

Oh. Here you go, Officer.

Paperwork's incomplete.

I'm gonna need to inspect
the contents of your vehicle.

Paperwork's supposed
to let us pass right through.

We've done this a million times.

U.S. Customs has the authority
to conduct random inspections.

I'm gonna need you
to step out of your vehicle,

open up the back of your truck.

Maybe we should just call Ada
and get her to straighten out

whatever paperwork she needs
for these antiques.

Too late for that.

Those things aren't
exactly obtained legally.

If they look too close, our
asses are gonna wind up in jail.

Unless Ada gets to us first.

You know,
maybe I should make a cut-out.

I've been working so hard
on my obliques,

it's a sin to hide them.

Add it to the account.

So, while you were stuffing
yourself into that dress,

I was thinking, I should just
buy the Swan House after all.

Why? But I thought we agreed

I should take some time
and gently mold Mimi.

But there is no time
to be gentle,

and there is no reason
to care what Mimi thinks.

Well, just let me talk to her
one more time.

Okay, great. Call her right now.

Well, I'm not gonna ambush her
with a call.

I mean, she is the
gatekeeper of society.

Look, I'll e-mail her later,

and I'll set up
a definite time to chat.

Perfect. See, now,
that really eases my mind.

For second there
I was starting to spin out,

thinking that you were trying
to join forces with Mimi

to get back into society.

That is absurd.

Is it? Because earlier today,

you were trying to convince me
not to buy the Swan House.

And suddenly you're a member

of the most exclusive
social society in Atlanta

that Mimi happens to be
the president of.

But I'm just spinning out,
right?

More like Alexis
spinning her web.

Stay out of this, she-devil.

Look, that would
be crazy, Fallon.

So crazy.

Because we're Carringtons.
We aresociety.

We don't need those harpies.

Oh, but wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

You're not a Carrington.

Not like me,
and not like Cristal.

I will be very soon.

Yes, you will. Welcome
to the family, by the way.

Oh, thank you. That's so sweet.

You know, I cannot wait

to have another maternal figure
around here.

Fallon.

Think of all the fun stepmom
and stepdaughter spa trips,

shopping sprees... I warned you

about my children!

Don't you ever,

evertouch my hair.

Get her off me!

Fallon, why aren't
you helping me? Ow!

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because you manipulated me

into giving up my
epic venue in exchange

for a membership to Mimi's
society of peach douche-lettes!

No! Aah!

And what's worse,
you won't admit it.

Fine, I...

I did it because I didn't think
it would matter.

I mean, you can get married
anywhere and be happy.

I have nothing. It was my

well, my one chance

to get my old life back.

The one time I ask you
for help to make up

for all of the moments
we have missed,

you sold me out

for a step up
on the social ladder.

It's gonna be the society
wedding of the season.

It's a shame
you're no longer invited.

Enjoy the fruits of your labor.

Before they rot.

Man, what are we gonna do?
We can't let him check

those crates.Guys. I got a line of
trucks waiting to get in.

Need you to open
it up. Let's go.

I got this.

What the hell are you doing.

Just get ready to drive
like your life depends on it.

'Cause it might.

Let's open these boxes.
Let's go.

I will open these boxes.

Every last one of them. What are you doing?

I saw the way you looked at me,
Officer Rogers.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I watched you wave
three vehicles through,

no problem,
but myvan needs a search?

Unbelievable.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you saying?

It has nothing to do with that.

It's your paperwork.

You don't have
to explain it to me.

You can explain it
to my lawyers, the ACLU,

the news media, your
friends, your family.

Will you please help me
open these damn boxes?

I got calls to make.

You are gonna
find yourself famous

for all the wrong
reasons, Officer. Wait.

Hold on.

Think you gentlemen
are good here.

Just move it along.

Dude, that was...
kind of screwed up.

Maybe I was just playing
the cards that life dealt me.

It's a hell of a lot better

than the hand
you were about to throw down.

Hey.

Hey.

Everything okay with
the baby? The baby, yeah.

Me... eh.

Oh, you still haven't connected
with Steven, huh?

Nope.

But I'm glad someone is
enjoying themselves around here.

I just wish there was
some way I could think of

to cheer you up, you know?

You're sweet.

Not always.

I'd love to show you
that side of me.

FALLON:
That's not a counteroffer.

That's an insult.

Look, I hate
to use the "C" word,

but I am a Carrington,

and, uh, I will buy you
your own private island.

You can build 50 replicas
of that same house,

maybe even make one
just for swans.

I'm sorry,
are you laughing at my proposal?

Oh, no. Sorry.

That croissant
did nothing to you.

Well, I will make it up to that
croissant by not eating it.

No luck
with that venue you wanted?

It just guts me
that I can't have it.

Keep thinking about my grandma
getting married there

and Michael and I standing
in the same spot.

There's only one
thing that matters

when you're getting married.Yes.

A photographer with soft lenses.
Already booked.

If you deeply,

fully love the person
you're marrying

and you're surrounded by love
and support,

it doesn't matter
where you get married.

It could be in a barn.

Mm, you had me up until barn.

It's not the place, Fallon.

It's the people that matter.

Fine.

Fine. I guess I have been
a bit of a bridezilla

about this whole thing.

You know, I can see
why my dad likes you.

Aside from your
annoyingly perfect hair.

What's with the 50 texts?

You won't believe what
happened last night.

Manuel came on to me.

And I know it's insane,
but it happened,

and now my body is spinning,
and I don't know what to do.

First of all,

you need to calm yourself.

And second, he's clearly
playing for both teams,

'cause he was about
to come on to me

before you shut
his fine ass down.

Can you please not be jealous
right now?

We need to focus on
myneeds. How do you even know

he was hitting on you?
You're old and married.

First of all, rude.

It's just that he used
the same night swimming move

that I used on Steven,

and it was just as hot
as when I did it.

You need to behave yourself,

and I'm not saying that
because I want him.

I don't think.

Here.

You need to look through
your wedding album

and remind yourself
who your heart belongs to.

Keep it zipped.

Mimi.

Is that you?

Are we so similar that we shop
at the same place,

same time

I'm not happy, Alexis.

No, I'm not happy, either.

Your daughter is still trying

to buy the Swan House.

Believe me, I feel your pain.

Just be grateful that
that irascible Fallon

isn't your child.

I am incapable
of raising a hellcat like that.

Now

you did assure me
that you would handle her.

I just came up
with the perfect solution.

Did you, now? Why don't you

change your wedding
to another day?

And I will pay for it.

: What?

That way my daughter
gets her dream venue,

you get a free wedding,

I get into
the Peachtree Society,

and everyone's a winner.

Hmm. Let me pray on that.

No!

As long as I am standing,

I am getting married on that day
at my venue as planned.

So call your daughter off

or kiss the Peachtree
Preservation Society good-bye.

Bye-bye.

I'm on it. Love those shoes.

Pray on that, bitch.

Ma'am, are you all right.

ALEXIS: Oh, my God! Mimi!
Somebody call an ambulance!

[announcer speaking Spanish
on TV]

Are you okay?

I'd be better
if the refs weren't blind

or being paid
by Los Reyes Rojos.

So, uh, I was thinking about
buying Fallon a dream car

for a wedding present,
you know, for her.

Any car, any color, any year.

How about jewelry.

What do you think?

You're pathetic, Blake.

I know what you're doing.

You're worse than Anders,
which is not easy.

I... have no clue what
you're talking about.

You're the sweetest man
in the world

for wanting to buy me
an engagement gift.

It was supposed
to be a surprise.

How about a Rolls Convertible.

Your hair would look amazing
blowing in the wind.

Uh-uh. No wind.

Fine. Okay, the hardtop. Or
the convertible and a hat.

I want nothing material,
mi amor.

I want quality time with you.
Enjoying each other's company,

watching soccer, just like I did
with my family growing up.

I just, um

um, I...

Hi.

You want to come in? Yeah.

Glad you came by.

I haven't been able to stop
thinking about you, Sam.

Like, as your employer, or...?

I think you've been thinking
about me, too.

Haven't you?

With and without pants.

Wow.

Was that out loud.

What, you mean

like this?

What is happening?

Uh...

I can't do this.

I'm sorry. Why not?

It's what we both want.

It's not right.

I can't do this

to Steven... I love him.

In fact, I don't think we can be

under the same roof, Manny.
I'm sorry.

Sam, you... you don't have...

I have to let you go.

I'm sorry
if I pushed too far, Sam.

MICHAEL: Ada?

Where the hell are you?

Man, will you chill?

It all worked out.

We did what we needed to do.

Congratulations, gentlemen.

That was one of our
most lucrative shipments.

Yeah. Things got
a little intense,

but we pulled it off. Yes, there was

a little miscommunication with
the paperwork, but you improvised.

KEITH: A little

miscommunication?

Your screwup could
have gotten us

thrown in jail, or killed.

You done throwing
your little tantrum, Mr. Hayes?

I strongly suggest you
reassess your status here.

You are a replaceable meathead,

especially with Mr. Culhane
stepping up so nicely.

And before you do
anything stupid,

which is entirely
in your wheelhouse,

ask yourself,

how'd it go the last time
you crossed me?

Oh, that's right.

You wound up in prison.

I'm sure that
could be arranged again.

I don't think so.

K-Keith

what are you doing? Doing something

I should've done
a long time ago.

I'm taking over.

Put the gun down before
somebody gets shot. Please.

I'd listen to him, Mr. Hayes.

He is the intelligent one here.

Shut up.

She's playing you, Michael,
just like she once played me.

But we don't need her anymore.

This is our way out.

ADA: Listen to
a rational voice, Michael.

We can run our operation
much smoother

without this loose cannon,
you know that.

I've had enough, Ada.

I'm sick of you
manipulating me like a puppet.

KEITH: My man! Tie this
shrew up, get her out of here.

Baby? Right here.

Daddy 1 and Daddy 2

are gonna have
wedding album time.

Okay? So no crying
and no spitting up.

Okay?

Well, that's a brutal reward
for notgiving in to temptation.

I think I'm just gonna crack
open the album without Steven.

I need a reminder
of why I love this man so much.

You are such a good
listener, Little Blake.

Hello there.

What happened to you?

Don't ask.

My little angel.

Oh!

Oh,

the trauma.

Whatcha looking at?

Wedding album.

Aw.

SAM: What the hell.

SAM: Trouble.

She was Matthew's wife,

the man my aunt had
an affair with.

You invited her to the wedding?

That's a social faux pas
and a truly stupid move.

No, I didn't invite her.
She's violent and crazy-pants.

But I thought she was
supposed to be locked up

in a mental health institution.

I'm gonna call them

and figure out how the hell
Claudia was at my wedding.

Claudia.

Oh, my God.

Hank, you idiot!

Did you forget
how to pick up the phone?

Where did you take Matthew?
Where is my son?

Don't worry, baby.

Mommy's coming to find you.

I need you

to close your eyes.

Mmm. I like where this is going.

Please don't tie me
up, Mr. Intruder.

Oh.

Just close your eyes.

: Okay.

Now, I know you didn't want
an engagement gift,

but I got you something simple,

and meaningful

that I think you'll appreciate.

Blake.Open.

Okay,

I don't recognize the colors,

but I'm sure it's
for a great team,

and I'll happily wear it. Thank
you. They will be a great team.

It's the new National Soccer
Federation expansion team

in Atlanta,
and I just purchased it.

You bought a soccer team?

I may have paid $10 or...
$40 million too much for it.

I meant what I said.

I didn't want anything
material from you.

You said all you cared about
was quality time together

and soccer, and I'm giving it
to you the Blake Carrington way.

We're gonna run this team
together, Cristal.

It's our family's team.

FALLON: I just heard

the most interesting news

about Mimi getting hit by a car.

And I'm guessing, from that
fashion statement around your neck,

that you were the car.

Oh... it was truly horrifying.

: Poor Mimi and I

are both victims here.

What a coincidence

that the accident forced her
to delay her wedding date,

and now the Swan House
is conveniently available.

Oh, well, that's Mimi for you.

Even she couldn't pull off
walking down the aisle

in heels and crutches.
And knowing that,

you ran her over.

: You are unbelievable.

I mean, how dark is your soul
that you could conjure up

and carry out
something so twisted?

Any selfless mother
would have done the same.

I just want you to have
the perfect day, Fallon,

even if I'm not invited.

You're insane.

And I love you,
even though you're insane.

: And with that...

I would like to re-extend
the invitation to my wedding,

if your neck heals in time.

Oh, it would be my
great honor to attend.

Though you should know

I've decided notto get married
in that old birdhouse.

I'm gonna get married here,

at the Manor. What?

When my dream venue
seemed impossible,

it got me thinking.

I mean, what's more special
and more personal than home?

Grandma, Grandpa,
our entire family,

we all shared our most
important memories right here.

Fallon, I did this
at great personal sacrifice.

And Mimi has banned me for life

from the Peachtree
Preservation Society.

I can't even go there
when it's open to the public.

I greatly appreciate
your sacrifice.

I know it's a first for you.

But... a wise woman
once told me that if you

deeply love the person you're
going to marry, which I do,

and you're surrounded by family,
which I will be,

then it doesn't matter
where you get married.

You could even get married
in a barn.

Well, not this barn, but...
you know what I mean.

They say tequila's the only
alcohol that's a stimulant.

It's a myth, of course,

created by men
who have never been stimulated.

Thank you.

No. Thank you...

For the way you handled
the Keith situation.

Mm.

Tell me something.

Why didn't you let him kill me?

Is it because doing this
gets your engine running?

You do like it, don't you?

Keith told me about
the Van Kirk situation,

and about your daughter.

You delivered for me, so...

I'm going to give you
your reward.

This is all the blackmail

on Fallon and Jeff Colby.

And as a bonus
for saving my life,

a third of the shipping loot.

$5 million cash.

Butl'm gonna offer you a choice.

You can walk away
from me for good,

or stay,

be your own man,
make a lot more money,

keep doing what
you're so good at.

♪

Oh, that could work.

Whatever's gotten
into you, don't stop.

: No.

♪ Stars were falling

♪ I...

BLAKE: Cristal?

Let's go to bed.

ALEXIS:
Oh, thank you, but today's

about my beautiful daughter.

Oh, my special day will be
upon us soon.

Uh, hello, Melania.

SAM: I spoke to the private
mental institution

where Claudia was kept.

She escaped
right before the wedding,

and she hasn't been seen since.

Well, how is it that
nobody's alerted anyone?

Well, I guess they wanted
to keep cashing

those Carrington checks.

Some people.

But I can't stop wondering

why she'd be
at our wedding, and...

I have this terrifying
thought that maybe

she was there because
she wanted to kill us all.

She held us all at gunpoint
last Thanksgiving.

And maybe it wasn't Hank
who killed my aunt.

Maybe it was crazy Claudia.

She has more motives.

Matthew, us locking her up
in that facility.

So you're saying
that she's so crazy

she could shoot...
any one of us on sight?

And she's on the loose?

Excuse me. Sorry to bother you.

Uh, who has the baby?

Oh, I just checked on
him a little while ago.

He was sleeping like a baby.

That'swhere the
expression comes from.

I just looked in your room,
and LB's not there.

What?

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