All language subtitles for Dynasty - 3x02 - Caution Never Won a War.WEB.en

Dynasty...

Hell yes.

All the Carrington money
and influence in the world

cannot change the fact
that I am innocent.

BLAKE:
For some insane reason,

you hired divers
to find Fallon's ring.

I didn't know there were
two bodies in the lake.

BLAKE:
Figure out some way
to make sure

that my DNA is not all over
Mack's dead body.

To a fruitful partnership.

I really am glad
you're here, though.

What's going on?
I'm getting kicked out?

ADAM:
Obviously, I had nothing to do
with Liam's accident.

(grunts)

You know,
not everything's my fault.

I don't forget things.
And you will pay.

You are under arrest for
the murder of Nathan Macintosh.

Ashley?

That's Liam's mom.

I know who Laura is.

Liam.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

What?

("One Thing Leads to Another"
by The Fixx playing)

♪ Do what they say,
say what they mean ♪

♪ Baby, one thing
leads to another ♪

♪ You tell me something wrong,
I know I listen too long ♪

♪ But then one thing
leads to another... ♪

Your sentencing hearing
is in 48 hours.

Judge Anson is tough.

Well, shouldn't he
be lenient?

I mean, I told
the police the truth

about what happened
the night Trixie died.

I mean, yes,
I lied about it ten years ago.

And again the other day.

But if it's the same lie,
does it technically count twice?

We're kind of having a meeting.

I'll chew softly.

The judge's decision
could go either way.

What, you mean, like,

the death penalty
or life without parole?

Not helpful.

And could you please close
your robe

and put the judge
back in chambers?

As you were saying?

Best-case scenario,
you get a slap on the wrist

and some probation,
but if the judge

wants to make an example
of a spoiled rich kid

who's always gotten
away with everything,

you could be looking
at five years or more.

No offense.

I'm not sure there's a way
that's not offensive.

I'll see you in a few days.

Ooh.

Why aren't you more
freaked out?

I mean, if there's even a chance
you're going to jail,

you should be... getting a
hard-core mani-pedi and facial.

Or you could flee the country,
but in that case,

I would wax everything.

I am accepting the consequences
of my actions, remember?

And I am not painting or waxing
anything in the next 48 hours.

I need to use that time to
smack the amnesia out of Liam

and to make him remember that
he loves me and not Trashley.

And that way, if
I do go to jail,

I'll have my fiancé waiting
for me when I get out.

It'll be a love story
for the ages.
Right.

See you later.

Did Fallon just say
that Liam has amnesia?

Good morning to you... Adam.

You know, you shouldn't
walk into rooms

asking questions like that.

It makes you seem
weird... er.
Huh.

(power tools whirring,
camera clicking)

What's going on?

Breaking ground.

You are aware that
construction has begun?

Yes, but I want to document
the beginning of the new hotel,

so we're faking it.

It's called creative license.

And that explains the camera.

Exactly. Also...

renovation progress kills
on social media, so, incoming.

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(panting)

Oh, my God, did we
just find treasure?

ANDERS:
It could be
Al Capone's vault.

Unfamiliar with
the reference.

ANDERS:
There's a painting here.

"Bernard McCarty, 1923."

Someone you grew up with?

Hilarious.

Let's pile it all up, and I'll
have the dumpster wheeled in.

Sam, hang on. This-this could be
a significant find.

This Bernard McCarty could be
an important figure.

I'm going to call
the Atlanta Historic Alliance.

They're going to want
to investigate this.

Well, that investigation
cannot delay construction.

I've already sent out all the
invites for our grand reopening,

and I can't push it back.

I booked Hootie & the Blowfish.

And if I have to settle
for a cover band,

then it basically
becomes a quinceañera,

and then we might as well
just burn the whole thing down.

It won't be an issue.

Trust me,
you're doing the right thing.

How are they treating you?
What do you need?

Tell me. I'll get it
for you immediately.

I've been in here,
like, an hour.

All right?
Relax, both of you.

This will be over soon.

Right now we need
to focus on business.

The board
of Blue Belt Vineyards

received a substantial offer
last week,

and I know they're
considering accepting it

because of my temporary
incapacitation.

They can't sell it without you.

They can if I'm not there
to vote against it.

Blue Belt Vineyards was

the first company
I ever acquired.

It has a tremendous amount
of sentimental value to me.

I farmed her land,
I nurtured her grapes.

Really?

No!

I paid people
to do that.

But every time
I acquired another company,

I toasted myself
from her oaky barrels.

That company is in my blood.

Also, it's my last
major holding.

(door opens)

So I need both of you

to represent me
to that board

and put a cork in that sale.

I have been on the phone
screaming

at the district
attorney.

Your bail hearing
won't be for two days.

He has to stay here

for two more days?

for two more days?

MITCHELL:
You should also know

that your DNA was found
inside Mack's body bag.

Adam, I thought
you took care of that!

Bag? What bag?
Th-There wasn't a bag.

Uh, it-it wasn't
in that room.

Should I really
be hearing this?

I'll do everything I can,
but this is a murder case.

The stakes are higher.

This is unbelievable.

Oh, you think I'm
happy about this?

Both of you need
to keep a low profile

if you want
to help Blake.

The less press,
the better.

Yeah.

But I heard
someone in your family

has lined up
an interview already.

What? Who?

Dominique.

Ah, Cristal.

I was literally
about to call you.

I've been so worried
about Blake.

I didn't come
to talk about Blake.

I came to talk about you.

Oh.

My favorite topic.

I heard you scheduled
an interview with TMZ

to talk about
the case.

Really more to talk about Jeff.

I want you to cancel it.

Do you?

The less publicity about this,
the better.

Blake needs to look like
a Boy Scout right now.

Cristal, you know I would never
say anything to hurt my family.

Here's what I know, Dominique.

You are not
the family spokesperson.

In fact,

you're barely
family at all.

Says the girlfriend.

You will cancel the interview?

Otherwise, those secret payoffs

that Blake's been giving you
may stop arriving.

I suppose the police are doing
everything they can for Jeff.

I knew we'd come
to an agreement.

It's Dominique Deveraux.

I need to cancel my interview.

I'm going to get you
something even juicier

on my half-brother.

Kirby?

Oh. Hi, Dad.

Um, I'm just here
to use the gym.

I'm working on my fitness
and all that.

Well, as you probably guessed,

the-the gym's closed
for renovations.

Oh.

And since when have you
been a fitness junkie?

Okay, fine.
I hate fitness.

I just need a place to shower,

because I've been sleeping
at Femperial

since I got kicked out of the
manor, which is totally chill,

but a-a janitor walked in on me
giving myself a sponge bath.

Not one word you just
said sounds... "chill."

Oh, it's-it's fine.

It's all great fodder
for the memoir

I'm gonna write one day
and publish myself. (laughs)

I was under the impression
that you had somewhere to stay.

What happened?

Um, yeah, I did plan
on going to Culhane's.

Um, that didn't
really work out.

Of course it didn't.

It was a spectacularly
bad idea.

Excuse me?

You know how fond
I am of Michael,

but he's in jail, Kirby.

Does your life really need
that sort of complication?

Might I remind you that
I'm dating that complication?

It's my prerogative
to move in with him.

You're going to come
and live with me.

My new place has an
excellent spare room.

I'm not a child.

I don't need to live
with my father.

In fact, I think Culhane's
will work out just fine.

FALLON:
And you have to
remember this day.

I mean, our tennis match
was a little intense,

but then we had
the most intimate

pillow fort conversation.

It was actually one
of the best days we ever had.

And this one--
you and I were...

All right, I believe we had
a relationship. I do.

I mean, how else
do you explain that?

Who even took that?

Not important. Wait.

So you're saying you remember
we had a relationship?

Because we did, and it was...

it was magical,
and it was true love.

true love.

I also know that
when we broke up,

you went a little
crazy when you heard

me and Ashley were
dating again.

Ashley told you that?
Is she here?

Because I'd just... I'd like
to have a word with her,

or maybe a heated argument.

Ashley didn't
tell me anything.

She went back to New York

to grab some of her
stuff to bring back.

Well, maybe she should
bring back the truth,

because I never went crazy,

and you and Ashley
never dated again.

I mean, you don't remember it
that way, do you?

Where would you even
get an idea like that?

Fallon.

What a treat.

Lovely to see you again.

I assume that you're here

to prod Liam
into remembering you, huh?

So, is it working?

Well, he remembers
that I'm not a psycho,

despite your best efforts
to paint me as one.

Did you show him
a picture of the time

that you followed him to
Sun Valley and bludgeoned Ashley

in an effort
to steal him back?

Or the time that you bought
the entire publishing company

and tried to quash the release
of his beautiful book?

No, I'm guessing
you did not bring pictures

of those
less touching memories.

I thought I'd just keep it
to the greatest hits.

Liam, I'm going.

I will be back
when Mother Superior is gone.

Well, I'm not wild
about the decor,

Well, I'm not wild
about the decor,

but I appreciate
the single cell.

Give my thanks to the warden.

Huh.

Culhane.

Of all the prison cells
in all the towns

in all the world,

you walk into mine.

That is where
you're wrong, Blake.

You just walked into mine.

♪ ♪

I guess there are
no singles in jail.

Except solitary confinement,
which seems less fun.

How fitting is this?

A lifetime of cheating,
treachery and backstabbing

finally lands you
where you belong.

Suddenly, solitary confinement
doesn't seem so bad.

There's a whole lot
of angry people in here.

Most of them feel like
they've been screwed over

by a system that favors
the one percent.

You,

you're the one percent
of the one percent.

Which means they hate
the Carringtons most of all.

Might be too early to vote
for Most Likely to Be Shivved,

but I'm willing to bet
you will run away with it.

You know, you can badmouth me
all you want,

but as soon
as I get bail,

I'll be out of
this prison suit

and into my Tom Ford
pinstripe suit... like that.

But don't you worry.

I'll be happy to send you
a selfie of my fabulous life

on the outside.

You just found all this
here, behind the wall?

Yes.

Yes. We haven't
touched a thing.

How much do you think
we can get for it?

Oh, no.
From here on out,

this is all under the purview of
the Atlanta Historical Alliance.

This hotel is a Real McCarty.

Yeah, I'm not following.

Well, it appears this building
was designed by Bernard McCarty.

Who, as you must know,

helped put the city
of Atlanta on the map.

A prolific architect
who later became a city planner.

And honestly,

there's even something
ruggedly dashing about him.

(giggles)

Assuming this all checks out,

your building
will be designated

a historical landmark,
with a plaque

and all the commemorative
fixings we have available.

Uh, I don't mean to
pooh-pooh your fixings,

but I paid an enormous amount
of money for this place.

You can't just
turn it into a museum.

Oh, oh, they're not gonna
turn it into a museum, Sam.

They just want
to mark the spot

as an important
place in history.

Well, in order to authorize
landmark status,

we need to bring in
conservationists

and authenticators,
which means

you cannot touch anything
until then.

(sighs) You're saying
a lot of words,

and all I'm hearing is
"delay, delay, delay,"

so let's move this thing along,
okay, honey?

And now this is how
I spin it into gold:

What if we set up
a huge media day

and a public dedication?

Everyone should know
what we found here.

And then we can
get back to work.

Agreed.

I need to call my boss.

You see? Good things
come to those

who respect the past.

(sighs)
Sorry I'm late.

Traffic was horrible,
and for some reason,

my driver kept getting lost,
but if we leave right now,

we can get to
the board meeting on time.

Oh, you must not
have got my texts.

Uh, they moved
the meeting up.

I actually just got back.

What?

Well, I figured you
weren't interested

or had a hair appointment
or something.

Which looks fabulous,
by the way.

Did you get it colored?

This is crazy.

I was supposed to
be there for Blake.

I know.
That's what I told the board.

But, you know,
it all worked out in the end.

They named me acting CEO
of the winery,

which isn't being
sold to anyone.

So, Father will be pleased
about that.

You rescheduled
the board meeting, right?

Don't be so paranoid.

I'm not in charge of
scheduling board meetings.

And look, let's be honest.

There's really not much
you could have done there,

you know, considering
you're not a Carrington.

(sighs)

Hey, Doctor.

I'm sorry, I don't remember,
are you, uh...

Are you from, uh,
psych or neurology?

Yes.

Do you remember me from before?

Uh, no, I don't.

(laughs)
My memory's, uh...

(laughs)
My memory's, uh...

Well, you tell me.

Because this gap
in my life is...

insanely frustrating.

Right. Sure.

So... I know we've
already been through this,

but one more time.

What do you remember about
the day of the accident?

Every detail.

Uh, easy. Nothing.

That's great.
I mean, that's great

that you don't remember
the pain.

So, what's the last thing
you do remember?

How far back?

Shouldn't you
already know this?

Yes, but this is how we
continually test your memory.

Well, uh, from
what Dave told me,

the last thing
I remember is from...

around two years ago.

That's right.

Well done.

Is this normal
amnesia protocol?

It's more post-protocol banter.

Good morning, Doctor.

Oh, it's you.

Lovely to see you again.

Mrs. Van Kirk.

You know my doctor?

Yes, I do.

Very well.

Actually, could I see you
outside for a sec?

Uh, I'm an adult.

I'd rather you talk
about me in front of me.

Don't be silly.

I don't keep secrets
from my boy.

I promise I'll fill you in
on everything.

Well, maybe not
everything.

(indistinct chatter)

I heard something about you,
Blake Carrington.

Well... that doesn't mean
it's true.

Yeah, well, I heard
is that you're the man

responsible for the porterhouse
steaks we had for dinner.

Best steak I ever had
in my life.

(chuckles)

Well, no problem, gentlemen.

Just made a phone call
to a friend.

Seemed like the right
thing to do.

We're all in here together.

No reason to live like animals.

Very kind of you, sir.

You have a nice evening.

(rock music playing)

Rick?

Hi.

Hi.

You're even better looking
than your profile pic.

Thank you.

I could say the same
about you.

Which is unheard of
on a dating app these days.

So I guess this is where
you offer to buy me a drink.

I'll have an old-fashioned.

My tab.

Let me ask you a question, Rick.

Hmm?

You ever find yourself
in the mood

you don't want to be alone?

You're looking for someone
special to keep you company?

I'm in one of those moods
right now.

Look at us.
Two special souls.

I wonder what else
we have in common.

Did someone order the pan-seared
Chilean sea bass?

Fallon? Whoa, what?

I mean, I didn't.

Well, that's the charm
of my service.

I deliver it before
you even know you want it.

You really shouldn't
have done all this.

Full confession, I've basically
taken a micro-course

in retrograde amnesia
over the past few days,

and stimulating sense memory is
supposed to be the best cure.

Does this mean I don't
get to eat it?

No, no, no, not yet.
Just smell.

Chilean sea bass is the
first meal you cooked for me.

You know? That's right.
Yeah. Breathe it in.

Mm.

That smells amazing.
Yeah.

It was very sweet.
You came over to the manor

and cooked it for me.

It was very romantic.

Sorry, I'm not really
remembering anything.

Other than being hungry.

So can I eat this now?

No, no, no, no, no.
Uh, not yet.

First, phase two.

Is this like some sort
of Dracula fetish?

No, it's-it's rose water.
It's your favorite.

Come on, just sniff.
Sniff my neck.

Seriously?

Hey, okay.
(sniffs)

No, I'm still
picking up sea bass.

Now?

(chuckles)

(sniffs)

Yeah.

It's actually quite nice.

So it's working?

Something's working.

LAURA:
Oh, what on earth?

It smells like
a fish brothel in here.

Okay, you just insulted
everyone in here,

including the bass.

Take your bass and leave.

Ooh, I could do that,
or I could stay.

I'm torn, Laura,
but I think I'm gonna stay.

I see.

I need security
in here immediately!

Security!

Okay, don't pay attention
to that, okay?

We were engaged, okay?
I mean...

remember,
I proposed to you?

In a rowboat on Lake Carrington.

I even used your father's ring.

LAURA:
Oh, you mean this ring...

that I have worn
around my neck every day

since Liam's
father died?

You just have to
make things up, don't you?

Liam, Liam, please, okay?

We were, we were married,
and then divorced.

And then engaged,
with that ring, okay.

And then engaged,
with that ring, okay.

I know it sounds ridiculous,

but how could I make
something like that up?

I am not that creative.

Please,
you have to trust me.

I-I don't know
what to say.

Finally.
Would you please escort

this madwoman out?

You don't have to do that,

because today, everybody
makes their own choices.

This is family-only
visiting hours,

and she is definitely
not family.

No, don't come near me.
No, get away.

Get away from me.
Away, away.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.
Ah! Oh!

Inhale, Liam, okay?

Let the rose water
bring you back.

Do something, do something.
I want her out!

(Laura coughing)

LAURA:
Out!

♪ ♪

Get out!

Okay, okay.

Here, just eat the fish, okay?

Eat the bass.
It'll bring you back, okay?

The fish will work.

(grunts)

FALLON:
Laura!

Kiss my bass.

Kirby?

Funny seeing you here.

(scoffs)
Funny?

I think maybe something
got lost in translation.

(door buzzes)

No. I'm angry.

Because of Kirby?
You got nothing to worry about.

Not Kirby.

I'm angry
about this.

You and I have sacrificed
so much. And for what?

For your son to come in
behind my back and take charge?

Adam?

After everything
we discussed,

he shut me out of the
board meeting for the winery.

He's the new CEO.

Really?

Are you kidding me right now?

You're happy
about this?

No, no. I'm not happy

that he excluded you.

But I am proud
that he's finally showing

a little Carrington blood.

I was beginning to think
he was a little too soft.

You don't get it.

I don't care.

Because at the end of the day,
I'm in charge.

I need to get out of here,
so when is that gonna happen?

I talked to a few people
about the bail hearing.

And it looks good,

but you may end up
owing a lot of favors.

Just hold on for
one more night.

Can you?

Hey.

Don't worry. I'm fine.

The people in here like me.
What can I say?

I'm always the most popular man
wherever I end up, huh?

It's a curse, really.

Look, I'm sorry
for shutting you down

when you tried to
help bail me out.

(man laughing nearby)

Hello?

Are you even listening to me or
would you rather go visit Blake?

I'm sorry. I just, um,
I hate what they did to you.

And, uh, I haven't
really been sleeping well, so...

Yeah, me, neither.

Never thought I'd miss
my pillow this much.

Well... if, uh,

if you wanted,
I could go and check on it,

make sure it's okay.

They kicked me out of the manor.

So, you don't have
a place to live?

Mm-hmm. That's, um,
partly why I'm here.

Kirby, you can crash
at my place.

Really?
Yeah.

I'm not using it.

Oh, my God, thank you.
I'll take care of everything.

I mean, I'll water your plants.

Do you even have plants?
'Cause if you don't,

I'll get plants,
and then I'll water them.

(laughs softly)

I swear, the universe is playing

some sick, karmic joke on me
as punishment.

I mean,
the Trixie stuff was bad,

and then I had to deal
with Ashley, but saddling me

with Laura Van Kirk?

I mean, really?
It's just too much.

And I know that Adam gave her
that ring back, and I know

I can't get her
to admit it

and I know I won't
be able to prove it.

Have you thought about
maybe just giving up,

and trying things fresh in,
like, three to five years?

Aren't you being sentenced soon?

I-I'm just trying
to remind you

of the time factor.

Yes, I am well aware of the
time factor. It's just that...

I keep looking into Liam's eyes

and searching for some glimmer
of us, and there is nothing.

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

Well, maybe you have to think
outside the box.

This is not your everyday
"amnesia boy meets rich girl

for the second time" story,

this is Fallon and Liam
we're talking about.

Your relationship
has always been epic.

Epic is a strong word.

Fine, let's call it crazy, then.

I mean, you-you married the guy
when he was a total stranger

to avoid marrying your cousin.

To be fair, I did not know that
Jeff was my cousin at the time.

Look, all I'm saying is, if you
want to make Liam remember you,

you're gonna have to
be as unconventional

as your
relationship was.

Sorry, "is."

You are totally right.

I'm a Carrington. Of course
I'm gonna do something epic.

(door closes)

(indistinct chatter)

(grunts) Hey.

(chuckles):
Hey...

Is there a problem?

Oh, there's a big problem.

You think one steak is gonna
make you part of a crew?

You think that gets
you set in here?

All right,
let me make some calls.

You got any allergies
to shellfish?

You got any allergies
to shellfish?

Culhane was right about you,
and everybody in here knows it.

Is your life
so pathetic

that you have to work this hard

to manipulate everyone in here
to hating me?

I didn't have to try
very hard at all.

Just had to tell them
who you really are.

That you see me, them
and every other human being

as pawns you can buy or sell.

See, now, that's spoken
like a true pawn

who wishes he had
the power of a king.

Mm, I don't want to be a king

if it makes me
anything like you.

I'd rather be a man.

You'll never be
a man, Culhane.

Because no matter how many
times I ruin your life,

you just keep
crawling back for more.

Now, you would've thought
that my poisoning your father

would've done the trick, but no.

Nah, I guess not, huh?

(men shouting)

(grunting)

Get...

Hey.

Touch me again
and I'll destroy you.

What are you gonna do?

Bring Anders in here
to beat me up? (scoffs)

We both know you don't have the
guts to do anything yourself.

You just keep pushing me,
Culhane. You'll find out.

Please.

You talk tough like a man,
but we both know

you're just a little boy

who inherited
everything he ever got.

A little boy afraid
to get his hands dirty.

Oh, no, they're plenty dirty.

I'd tell you to ask Mack,
but see, these hands,

they took care of that problem.

So unless you want to end up
at the bottom of the lake,

your better
shut your mouth.

I want it to look authentic,

but make sure my shoulders
are rippling under the jacket.

People in the future
should know I worked out, a lot.

Before you say
anything judgmental,

or even think
anything judgmental...

Thoughts are
already forming.

If I'm going to capitalize
on the history of this place,

I got to, well,
party like McCarty.

I admire your enthusiasm.

Uhp, just wait.

For media day, I'm planning
to unveil this portrait of me

right next
to that portrait of Bernard

in our newly named
McCarty's Lounge.

Is there anything else I ought
to know as your number two?

Uh, yes. I'm also having
the McCarty insignia

printed everywhere.

Napkins, umbrellas, toast.

Your ingenuity is admirable.

But? There's always
a but with you.

Well, there is this curious RSVP
we received to your media day

from a member of
the McCarty family.

Uh... bah-bah,
blah, blah, blah...

"...surprised
to get your invite.

"I am shocked you are
celebrating my horr--

"my horrible great-grandfather,

and wouldn't be
caught dead there. Pass."

So... she sounds nice.

Nothing about this feels right.

I know. Just give me one hour

to prove to you
that I'm not an insane person.

Well, you're kidnapping me
from a hospital, so...

The hour doesn't start
until we cross the street.

Even when we get bail,
this case isn't going away.

They may ask you
to testify against Blake.

BAILIFF:
All rise.

Okay, let's move this along.

Mr. Carrington.

On the charge of murder,
how do you plead?

Oh, uh, not guilty, Your Honor.

Very well.

Due to additional evidence
that has come

to the court's attention,
your request for bail is denied.

(people gasping)

I'm remanding you
back into custody.

Evidentiary hearing dates
will be set next week.

We're adjourned.

What the hell?

That's impossible.

You can't let them
take him back there!

Mitchell,
do something.

It's okay.

(handcuffs clicking)

So glad I could
be here for this.

(chuckles)

Did I forget to mention that
Joey is an undercover agent?

You see, I made
a little deal with the Feds.

"Get Blake to admit his guilt,
we'll let you walk."

You talked, so I'm walking.

You just made a huge mistake.

Yeah. We'll see about that.

Okay. You were standing
right there,

Okay. You were standing
right there,

carrying a motorcycle helmet.

I rode a motorcycle?

Yeah. I kind of remember that.

And? That's it?

I mean, you totally
started to flirt with me.

One thing led to another,
and then before you know it,

we were in there
in that courthouse,

about to sign on
the dotted line.

Oh, and one more thing.

I am wearing
the exact same dress,

which is a huge fashion risk,
since it's two seasons old.

I like it.

Well, of course you do.

Because we belong
together, Liam.

And we have ever since we met,
at this spot.

(sighs)

I wish you knew how much
this was killing me right now,

because I really, really,
really miss you.

Were you wearing
a different color hat?

Yes. Yes, I was.

It was white.

Do you remember that?

LAURA:
Unbelievable.

Kidnapping? Truly?

Is there any line
that you won't cross?

Do you have a tracker on me?

Don't be ridiculous.

I have a tracker on him.

What on earth compelled you
to take Liam out of that safe

and-and clean hospital room
into this filthy street?

Honestly, Fallon,

from this stunt
to that hat,

you're a poor
decision maker.

Liam never shared
with you the details

of the night we met?

That's funny, I thought
you two were close.

Well, I guess he didn't think
it was a significant event.

We're leaving.

Not so fast.
(grunts)

(gasps)
You!

FALLON:
I got it.

No, no.

(stammering)

No!

No. Oh!

(gasps)

LAURA: Stop it.

Stop it.

You let go!
You let go!

Stop it! Stop it!

(both grunting)

Stop!
Oh...

Both of you!

Liam, will you please
tell your mother

something
about the night we met.

Maybe I did.
I don't know.

I believe what
you're saying, I do.

But sitting here watching you
fight with my mother

isn't gonna bring my
memory back any faster.

Don't beat yourself up
too badly, Fallon.

Just enough!

I can tell
it's important to you

that I remember
our relationship.

I'm afraid my memory
might never come back.

And the pressure
you're putting on me

is kind of freaking me out.

So can you please just stop?

SAM:
So, the media day I have planned

is to celebrate my connection

to your great-grandfather's
legacy.

And I was hoping that
you could set aside

your personal
differences with him

and be a part
of the festivities.

Did he kick you out of
the will or something?

This is not about money.

I can't believe you,
of all people,

are honoring him.
I mean...

I follow you on Instagram,
and I assumed

you'd be all about gay rights.

What are you talking about?

I am all about gay rights.
Every day is Pride for me.

My great-grandfather Bernard
was an advocate

for gay conversion therapy.

He refused to serve
or hire gay people

at any of his hotels.

An "abomination," he called us.

Uh... I'm so sorry.

I... I obviously had no
idea about any of this.

Yeah, well, it's not
on his Wikipedia page.

So you're telling me that
the whole city is invited

to my hotel to commemorate
a famous homophobe?

Pretty much.

Well, that's not
great. (sighs)

FALLON:
I have made many

bad choices in my life,
Your Honor.

I really can't say which
consequences are fair or just,

but I am ready to atone.

Ms. Carrington, you are a woman
of exceptional means

and what many people believe
is extreme influence

in certain parts
of this county.

But rather than lock
those assets up,

I'm gonna make an example of you
and put them to use.

I'm sentencing you to 100
hours of community service.

I strongly suggest

you use your means and influence

for the good of this community
and not for yourself.

You're dismissed.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Wow. That's unbelievable.

You got off easy,
to say the least.

Easy?

I am off to the hospital
to visit my fiancé,

who almost died,
has no memory of me,

who almost died,
has no memory of me,

and now thinks he's in love
with another woman.

Nothing is easy for me
right now.

(door buzzes)

Carrington, come with me.

Blake Carrington,
will you marry me?

♪ I get to love you ♪

♪ It's the best thing
that I'll ever do ♪

I do.

I do.

♪ It's a promise
I'm making to you ♪

♪ Whatever may come,
your heart I will choose ♪

♪ Forever I'm yours,
forever I do. ♪

Okay, now, wrap it up so I can
return you to your cell

and get to the women's jail.

Back-to-back ceremonies.

And lose the boutonniere.

I mean, unless you want someone
to stab you with it

in your sleep.

And the ring.

BLAKE:
I got to get out of here.

Have Mitchell appeal
that joke of a bail hearing

and figure something out.

I will.

I will do whatever it takes
to get you out.

You killed Mack for me.
I'll never forget that.

I understand
this sounds extreme,

but in light of learning
that Bernard McCarty was

a major homophobe,
our only option is

to cancel media day.

Some things are better
left in the past.

Well, I-I am sympathetic
to your plight,

but the president
of the Historical Alliance

has made this her
grand event of the year,

and you do not want
to mess with the president.

I don't think you understand
how deeply I oppose

honoring this man.

And if the president
has a heart,

I'm sure I can persuade her
to cancel.

She doesn't, and you won't.

Sorry.

Cristal.

I came right away.

Why? I didn't ask you to.

There's a leaked
photo of Blake.

It's everywhere.

I just so happen to have it.

Oh, this is bad.

Yes, dear, I know.

It's a PR nightmare.
Can you imagine

all of the potential
jurors seeing this?

It's going to take forever
to find a jury

who's not biased.

The great news is

I will happily
take the reins

and handle the media,
as a Carrington.

That is so thoughtful
of you, Dominique,

but since Blake and I
just got married,

that makes me
a Carrington, too.

And a much more
powerful one than you.

So, thank you
for your offer,

but I've got it from here.

Oh, my God, hi!

Welcome home.

I'm not sure whose home.

Oh, oh, everything
can be rearranged.

I promise.
It's just I needed,

um, more room for my stuff,

so I had to rearrange
some things.

And redecorate.

Yeah, I-I got you a cactus,

'cause I-I didn't know how long
you'd be staying in jail for.

Oh, and-and this.

MICHAEL:
That chessboard,

isn't it from Blake's study?

I stole it.

Like an-an eye-for-an-eye thing.

For you.

I'm not sure that
taking his chessboard

is the same as him
getting me arrested,

but I appreciate the effort.

(clears throat)

Should we play?

Don't really know how.

(chuckles)
Me neither.

Kirby, listen...

Don't say it.

I'm really sorry.

Making yourself right at home.

Well, in my father's absence,
which I do hope will be brief,

I feel quite confident
and comfortable

steering the ship.

That's so interesting,
because I feel quite confident

that my husband wants
his brand-new wife

to steer the ship.

Well, I guess congratulations
are in order.

Still, he hasn't told me,
his son,

what his wishes are,

so until then, I guess
we should keep things

the way they are?

For now.

Oh, and, um,

if it makes you feel
uncomfortable,

you don't have to
call me "Mommy."

Ah, Fallon,
I've been expecting you.

I have a gift.

Ah, let me guess.
A restraining order?

Did you peek?

Seriously?

Your outbursts against me
have become violent.

And I don't feel safe.

And apparently,
the court agrees.

Does the court know
you are insane?

And you are
legally prohibited

from coming within
50 feet of me,

or Liam,
whenever I'm with him,

which will be constantly.

No, no, no, no, no.
You can't do this.

This gentleman has
a digital measuring device

that determines
exactly 50 feet.

So, whenever
he activates it,

if you're within
that range,

it will beep.

Like that.

Wait, it beeps just for me,

or if anyone is within 50 feet?

Well, it's-it's
not foolproof.

The point is, when he sees you,
he'll activate it.

And if it beeps,
then I have no choice

but to report that
to Judge Anson.

And that will surely lead
to your community service

being revoked,
and then jail time.

So, back it up, dear.

(device beeping)

More.

Okay.

Keep going.

Further.

(beeping continues)

All right, turn it off.

It's giving me a headache.

Get used to the distance, dear.

You may have won
the battle, Laura,

but I will win the war.

No, dear,
you're losing everything.

It may take Liam a while
to remember that he loves me,

but it will only take him
a second to recall

how fiercely he hates you.

Which pales in comparison
to how much

I hate you right now.

Beep you, bitch.