All language subtitles for Dynasty 2017 S03E07.Shoot from the Hip.eng

- Previously on Dynasty...
- Remembering anything at all

is-is a really good sign.

For you. Do you remember
that we were engaged?

I mean, do you remember
that you loved me?

The Atlantix's next opponent
just canceled their reservation.

The Victor Diaz story just came out,

and now they don't
feel safe staying here.

We'll get you on Monica's label

and use Jeff's streaming
service to play your music.

Soon everyone will know who you are.

I am here to introduce
you to Fallon Unlimited,

our new

namesake magazine.

Dominique's your stepmom, right?

You got to promise not
to tell Jeff and Monica.

They will never accept me.

And Dominique will kill me.

We've been discussing sending
you to a school that specializes

- in this kind of thing.
- Who's "we"?

- You mean Cristal?
- Acting like an entitled brat

will definitely help Cristal

make her case for sending you away.

You know what would be great?
If my wife and my son

could coexist peacefully so
I could focus on the trial.

Now it's time to put
your memory to the test.

Do you remember this?

Pull.

Great shot, boss.

Not your boss yet, Darren.

True. Uh, since tomorrow is

the last day of my trial period,
I was wondering

if you had any feedback for me.

I want to make this
Thanksgiving one to remember.

Not as much as I do.

Something goes south with this trial,

I don't think Thanksgiving in prison's

- gonna be as festive.
- Agreed.

And when I say "one to remember,"

I don't mean in a tornado
or hostage situation way.

Get those tidbits in Anders' binder?

Yes. The binder's very thorough,

though a little outdated.

I'm not so sure

that your Blockbuster membership
number is still necessary.

Don't change the binder.

Pull!

Whoa. Your dad's skeet shooting
is giving me PTSD,

and I wasn't even in the military.

Well, not that I remember.

No, you weren't. The closest you've come

was Miami last year, when you and I

ate a ton of General Tso's chicken.

Miami?

Art Basel?

Wait, do you remember that?

Maybe. Wait, were we naked at Art Basel?

Yes! Yeah, we were always naked.

I mean, in the hotel, not at Art Basel.

Wow, what a breakthrough.

I feel like James Garner
at the end of The Notebook.

Just, you know, with better hair.

Maybe later we can reenact
the ice cream scene.

Yeah, I've never seen it.

Or maybe I have.

Allison, what is it?
I'm having a breakthrough here.

What?

W-Wait, wait, wait,
you're sure he's coming to Atlanta?

You can hold the attitude.

Okay, just get me a room,
and I'll handle the rest.

Yeah, goodbye.

Wow. Landon III is coming to Atlanta.

Am I supposed to know who that is?

He's an eccentric creative
director from England

who's helped launch some of the
most successful publications

in the last five years.

He's staying at the Windview Lodge

for Thanksgiving dinner
and a turkey hunt.

Although... probably not in that order.

- And you're meeting with him at this lodge?
- Yeah, well, if,

you know, by meeting him,
you mean ambushing

and then forcing him to come
work for Fallon Unlimited,

then yes.

Hey, you should come with me.

Thanksgiving plans? You know we...

talked about taking it slow.

Uh,

that's fine. I'll be back
by tomorrow night anyway.

I thought you said your
dad was making a huge deal

about Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow

and taking a family photo.

What, you're just gonna miss that?

God, I hope so.

Well, I admit it's not ideal.

I-I just think that governance
of the Carrington Foundation

should stay in the
hands of a Carrington,

not some so-called
nonprofit professional.

And you would like that to be you.

I like helping people.

That's why I became a doctor.

And now that I know what it's
like to have a disadvantage

in life, I can't think

of anything I'm better
suited for than to run it.

That's funny, because I can't think

of anything you're worse suited for.

The Carrington Foundation
is an actual business,

not something you just
sign up to be president of.

- I'm well aware of that.
- It requires

an actual knowledge of how things run,

which is something you've
now proven you lack.

- Many times.
- Cristal,

I'm actually talking with my father.

Maybe you should leave.

If you want to help,
maybe you could volunteer

at a local shelter. For dogs, obviously.

That's enough, you two.

She started it.

I'm ending it!

This could be my last Thanksgiving

before I'm behind bars,
so I would appreciate

if the two of you would make peace.

And remember, the photographer
will be here tomorrow at 4:00

to take the family photo.

So I expect you both to be here,
ready to smile.

And act happy, damn it.

♪ Don't give up ♪

♪ Just don't give up. ♪

Girl, you can sing.

Thank you.

And thank you so much for
letting me reschedule this.

- I know you're busy.
- Well, Fallon told me you had a killer voice.

And I think she undersold.

I would love to talk
to you more someday.

You know, get to know each other.

I mean,
because you're such a strong woman

running her own business.

- Well, thank you.
- So...

what do you think?

Which corner were you hiding in?

I was in the back making
sure your acoustics are good.

Which they are.

- Thanks. That means so little to me.
- Okay, I think we should

- probably just leave now.
- Not yet.

I need to know if Monica's
interested in working with you.

There's a possibility.

I'm just not sure I'm
interested in working with you.

You're missing Blake's last

Thanksgiving dinner and family
photo for a turkey hunt?

I'm not going on the turkey hunt, okay.

I'm just sitting down with Landon

before he goes back to England.

Good. If you're not here,
he won't miss me.

- Why aren't you coming?
- Because it sounds boring.

Plus, I have a lot to do at the hotel
with the whole Victor Diaz fiasco.

Whoever thought owning a hotel

meant spending the entire day ordering

free room service was wrong.

Well, you could always
have dinner with Liam.

He will be home alone.

- Hmm?
- Are you leaving Liam

alone for Thanksgiving?

Of course you're there,
lurking like an AV kid at prom.

Um, do you think
that's such a good idea,

given his issues?

Aren't you worried about a backslide?

What, like Liam getting
back together with Ashley?

No, no. You don't go back
to eating ground beef

after you've had filet mignon.

At least not twice.

I'm not talking about Ashley.

Uh, backsliding is a condition
that occurs in amnesia victims,

and it's when they forget things
that they've already remembered.

And it usually occurs

when they're far from
their main memory source.

I think he means you.

Oh, it probably won't happen to Liam,
so don't worry.

Oh, I'm not worried.
Don't you worry about that.

All right,
then neither of us are worried.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Night.

Unbelievable.

I know. He's so good with that cane.

Though it does look like
backsliding is a thing.

Seriously?

Liam was just
starting to remember things.

I can't have him here alone,
at home, forgetting.

- Take him with you.
- He still wants us to take it slow.

Cancel the trip, then.

Or I could have thought
of an even better idea

while you were talking, which I did.

You may want to order
another one of those.

Why, are you paying for it?

No. When you told me to
stay away from Vanessa,

was that because you didn't
want me near your client

or your stepdaughter?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You are using Monica to
get Vanessa a record deal.

That's why you came back.
Not because you missed them.

I love all of my children, Michael.

No, you need them.

Are you going to get to the point?

Yeah. I'm giving you one day

to tell Jeff and Monica the truth.

One day.

Or... I'll do it myself.

I wanted to ask for a truce.

Please don't roll your eyes at me.

Wait, can you actually see?

No, I can't. I just asked Nadia

to let me know if you made a face at me.

I'll just be over here.

Look, Father wants this to
be a memorable Thanksgiving,

so I'd like to do
something special for him,

and I-I'd like your help.

I would like to bake a pie for Blake

that he loved as a child.

It's from this recipe I
found when I first moved in,

from his great-grandmother,
who tragically died in a fire.

Which seems to be a
recurring theme around here.

But if you're not interested, I get it.

No... I'll do it.

I'll help. For Blake.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Not if I see you first.

That went well.

It did.

Now tell me why you
really asked her for help,

and then what I can do.

You really do know me.

Our hotel is a ghost town, Anders.

50% occupancy during the holiday season?

We should be turning people away.

But no one's booking
because they're afraid

of getting kneecapped, like Victor.

Well, I'm sure they'll change their mind

when you explain that

two kneecappings occurring in
the same hotel is very unlikely.

Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. May I help you?

And that's six minutes it
took for you to ask me.

I'm Fletcher Myers.

The PR guy that owed
Fallon Carrington a favor.

Oh, oh, yes, yes-yes-yes.

Thank you so much for coming.

So, where do we start?

You can tell me what you've done so far
to deal with the fallout.

Well, I called everyone who
canceled and I told them

about our new,
hidden security cameras we installed.

And how many of them rebooked
after learning they were going

to be secretly recorded 24/7?

I'm beginning to see the problem here.

I think he's referring to you.

Yeah, I get it.

I don't know, I've never written
something like this before.

I'm used to novels.

Well, an article is just a novel

for someone with ADHD.

It's all writing, you know,
you just put a pen to paper

and let the process flow.

The important thing is
that you are here with me.

To write an article

about the hotel's history.

And I'm here to meet with Landon.

Who is, oddly,
walking over here right now.

Okay, please be cool.

Landon.

- L.R.?
- L.T.?

Oh, my God!

L.R., L.T., can I get a T.O.?

What's going on?
You guys know each other?

Hell yeah.
He gave me my first internship

when I was studying in London.

Which could have become
a full-time position

if he hadn't decided

to become a cliché
and traverse the world,

like some type of beautiful Viking.

Wow. So when I told you I wanted to meet

with a British creative
director named Landon,

you didn't think to
tell me you knew him?

Well, I didn't know it was this Landon.

And I've also always known him as L.T.

And you said he was English

- when he is...
- Welsh.

Ah, silly me. I'm Fallon Carrington.
Hi. From America.

Delighted.

- It's brilliant to see you, mate.
- You, too.

Didn't expect to find you here.

Not exactly one for hunting.

I'm actually writing an
article about this place

for Fallon's upcoming magazine.

Thank you. Yes, I, uh,
would love to talk to you about it.

I actually have an
opportunity that I think

you'll be very, very interested in.
If you're free to chat?

For this bloke, I'll do anything.

- Hey.
- Onward.

- How are you?
- I'm good.

Good.

No sharp knives.

I am at a slight disadvantage.

I'm not gonna stab you, Adam.

Staff is gone, and I don't know
where they keep the silverware.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Hmm.

All right, what am I doing?

Oh, sorry.

Here we go.

Blake is gonna love this.

I should actually go check on him.

Could I ask you a favor?
Would you lead me to the stairs?

I forgot my cane.

- Let's go.
- Thank you.

Why didn't you tell me

Michael Culhane knows
you're my stepdaughter?

How...? Who told you?

He did. Now everything that
we've worked for is in jeopardy.

Because you wanted to
share your feelings

with some man you barely know.

I didn't tell him. He figured it out.

And I didn't tell you because
I thought you'd freak out,

which, clearly, I was right about.

The plan was

to get Monica to sign you
before we told her the truth.

Now Michael Culhane has given
me one day to come clean,

or he does it himself.

I'm sorry.

Maybe this is a good thing.

Maybe we should come clean.

Monica seems great,

and I feel terrible lying to her.

So I can do it if you want.

You've known Monica
for five minutes, Vanessa.

It needs to come from me.

Keep working.

Maybe consider adding "barista"

to your résumé,

because if this goes badly,

you're going to need it.

Basically, you handled
the McCarty plaque situation

the wrong way, and I'm here

to stop you from doing
that same thing again.

I'm not sure I like your tone.

You didn't hire me for my charm.

Good, because I was about
to ask for a refund.

And the McCarty thing was not my fault.

I've done everything I
can to make it go away.

Exactly my point. I don't know
if you're trying to work out

some trauma from your childhood

or recent history,
but you can't fix the past, Sam.

Well, you're really great at
telling me what I can't do,

but what can you do?

There's the, uh,

secret but not-so-secret donation,

or the new management option,

or maybe the Good Samaritan move.

Really depends on which
way you want to go

and what you want this hotel to be.

You think that I'm the
one stuck in the past,

but you are the one pitching
recycled ideas to fix my hotel.

What's your plan, then?

Telling the truth.

- Oh.
- I'll use social media

to explain what really
happened with Victor

and how it will never happen again.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

I've often wanted a touch of amnesia.
How is it?

Ah, well, it was definitely
weird to hear that I was engaged

to a woman I didn't recognize,

published a book that I
don't remember writing,

and learned that I missed
three seasons of Queer Eye.

Oh, so much frothy melodrama
to catch up on.

Uh, speaking of frothy, my magazine...

So, how did Mother Laura
take all of this excitement?

Well, you know my mother.

Intimately.

Oh, right.

Right.

Two years ago.
Aunt Mora's New Year's Eve party.

You recall that?

Oh, yeah.

And I really wish I didn't now,
you... dog.

As much as I would love

to discuss Laura Van Kirk's
sex life all day and all night,

um, I do have a presentation
I'd love to show you...

Right, but first,
what about this article of Liam's?

Oh, like I said, it's a...
it's a piece on the lodge's history.

Apparently, this oil lamp

once belonged to President John Tyler.

Yes, but that's just one article.

We are still looking to
solidify our creative direction.

That is where you come in. Now,

if you want, we can go somewhere
a little more quiet to talk?

I'd love to,
but I don't quite have the time now.

The men's club awaits.
So how about we meet

for afternoon tea?
You'll have my full attention then?

That's fine. Liam and I were gonna go...

Liam, would you like to join me?

There's a lot of history
with the men's club

that could help with the article.

Devil's in the details, I always say.

I mean, the insider's perspective

could be really good for this.
You're okay with that, right?

- Yeah, but I thought...
- Look, I promise you are gonna love this article.

Okay? We'll talk later.

- Mm-hmm.
- Let's go.

Yes.

Is something burning?

Hello? Anyone?

I smell...

Oh.

Oh, no.

Yeah, I'm guessing that's

not how the pie's supposed to smell.

No, Adam.

The pie is black now.

What? Why?

Did you set the temperature wrong?

I did exactly what you told me to do.

I don't know what happened.

Of course this would happen

on the one day I needed
everything to be perfect.

Well, we have a couple of hours.

- Maybe we can make a new one.
- No, we're out of pecans.

I got these special caramelized pecans

from this lady down in Whitewater Creek.

First, Great-Grandma Rudy

dies in a fire,
and now her pie does as well?

I mean...

I guess I could drive
and get the pecans.

- Are you sure?
- I can see

how much this matters to you.

And how much it will matter to Blake.

Thank you.

Here's your Manhattan, sir.

- Thank you, Darren.
- Of course.

Mr. Anders referred to it as your
"afternoon pick-me-up."

Is there a problem?

Look, I'm fine with the changes
to the Thanksgiving menu,

even your more modern dressing habits,

but please don't mess with an
Anders Manhattan, all right?

Some things are sacred.

I'll do it better next time.

Are you watching news about Blake?

No, it's much worse.

Uh, people are responding to
your social media proclamations.

Much worse? What do you mean?

#LaMirageLaGarbage.

#SammyJoke. What...?

#WorstHotelierInATL.

This is, this is terrible.

Well, it may not be the most
creative hashtag in the world,

but it's not terrible.
It gets its point across.

Now news outlets are
picking up on the story.

Perhaps Fletcher Myers might have known

what he was talking about.

Anders, you only liked him
because he had a binder.

I've input his number.

Just press call, apologize,
and ask for help.

Hey, Fletcher, it's Sam Jones.

I just wanted to...

Well, you couldn't have been
expecting my call,

because I just decided to make it, so...

You know, you are just as obnoxious
on the phone as you are in person.

You know what? I'm good.
I don't need your help.

I already have a great idea, so bye.

Remind me to work with you
on the art of the apology.

Can we put the sass on hold?

I need to come up with
a great idea fast.

Any great ideas?

Crazy...

Apologies. We, uh, seem
to have lost track of time.

Yes, well, I understand.

I seem to have lost
track of time myself.

But the good news is the
waitstaff here loves me now.

Except for Beth,

who's been trying to take
my order for two hours.

So maybe we should just
tell her what we want

and then I'll dive right in.

I'm actually quite knackered.

I need to meditate
before the turkey hunt.

I have shoddy aim when I'm unfocused.

Let's reschedule

the business chitchat for later tonight.

After the hunt? Brilliant.

I'll be in touch.

Uh-oh.

- You're mad.
- Liam.

I understand that your memory
is not what it used to be,

so I will remind you that we are here

because I have an
important business deal

that I need to close.

Not so you and Landon

can act like frat bros.

I know, all right, I'm sorry.

But I got a ton of great
material for the article.

I'm almost finished.

And this exclusive turkey
hunt sounds absolutely insane.

And, I mean,
I'm starting to remember things.

Like, uh, when we went to Miami.

Yes, that's right. We went to Art Basel.

No, I meant when Landon
and I went to Miami.

You and I went to Art Basel?

Liam, we literally just
talked about this yesterday.

You know what? That's not the point.

I've had enough.

Landon would not be
ducking me if I were a man.

And no one ducks Fallon Carrington.

Gobble, gobble.

No solicitors, please. You can go.

I found something last night.

You always loved Thanksgiving.

I thought you might want it back
to remember the good moments.

Wow.

This is the most maternal
thing you've done, ever.

Listen... we need to talk.

Yeah, we do.

I'm sorry I was so icy to you yesterday.

With Jeff away on business

and Dad visiting family,
I've felt a little lonely.

I know the feeling.

I was thinking,

maybe a mother-daughter reunion
wouldn't be the worst thing.

So I'm drafting a contract
for Vanessa to sing here.

Then you and I can start

a professional relationship
and go from there.

- Really?
- She's good.

And she doesn't deserve to be
ignored because of our problems.

So, your turn. What's up?

I...

I'm glad you feel that way.

Do you want to join me
for Thanksgiving dinner tonight?

I'm housesitting at Jeff's.

And you can bring Vanessa.

I'd love to get to know her better.

I'd love nothing more.

Ugh. What the...?

Of course.

All right, hunters,
get your mouth callers

in order before we
split into small groups.

Hold your weapons, boys.

Fallon, this adventure is invitation
only. No offense intended.

None taken, which is why I
have no intention of leaving.

When I want something, I go after it.

And I want you, Landon.

Let's see what you've got, then.

Fallon Unlimited is
expecting a circulation

of over half a million
copies nationwide...

I meant your skill, not your business.

Well, my skill is business.

And with your input, Fallon Unlimited

could really take off.

Here, this presentation might help.

Connecting with nature
doesn't include 5G technology.

Okay, but connecting
with the market does.

You see, I really,
really need you, Landon.

You know, in a "willing to wear
blood sport outfits" kind of way.

- I think you look great.
- Thanks.

Since we're talking business,

Liam, I spoke to a contact

about a writing job in London
that you'd be perfect for.

- Really?
- Wait. What?

It's temporary,
though you'd need to move in two weeks.

Wow.

L.T., man, that sounds incredible.

Good thing we stumbled upon each other.

All right.
Now, let's kill some innocent turkeys.

I was hoping maybe we could
just kill them with kindness.

- Get it?
- Any luck?

No ideas. And my Google search
for "hot PR genius

"available to work on Thanksgiving

in greater Atlanta"
didn't give me anything

other than a weird link to a
pornographic pilgrim video.

Which I only watched twice.

Take the day off.

You've got tomorrow to remake the hotel

however you see fit.

I will hold down the fort tonight.

- What about Thanksgiving?
- Well, Kirby's away,

and this holiday doesn't
mean that much to me.

That's not true.

I know how much you used to
love Thanksgiving at the manor.

Well, maybe so.

But the manor, unfortunately,
is no longer my home.

As far as this holiday is concerned,

I am effectively homeless.

Despite a healthy bank account

and a nicely appointed
new apartment, obviously.

Anders, I think you just
gave me a really good idea.

But I'm gonna need your help.

How can I help you?

I just wanted to wish my
big brother a happy holiday.

Ah.

I need dirt on your former driver.

And I know you have it.

Well, you also know I don't
give out anything for free.

I don't expect you to.

I have an offer.

Give me what you have

and you can be done writing me checks.

For good.

You know what, Dominique?

It would be worth it just
to get you out of my life.

So, sure.

I'll give you a copy.

Just curious. Do you have a file on me?

Yes, and it just got bigger.

Now, I have a family photo
to take, so...

please leave.

Ms. Watt.

Thank you for taking time

- out of your holiday for us.
- Of course.

I'd like to make this
a memorable moment.

Maybe we pose here by the piano.

Great. And it'll be
just you in the picture?

No, no. The rest of the family's coming.

My wife and daughter and ex-son-in-law,

they'll be here any moment.

Maybe I should just make a quick call.

You've reached Cristal Carrington.

Please leave me a...

I don't have a ton of time,

so we should probably get rolling

and just take it with whoever's here.

Dad, is it time for the picture?

Y-Yes, Adam.

Do you know where everyone else is?

I-I don't.

I figured they knew how important

this family picture was.

Especially Cristal.

I'm here.

And I'm family.

I should be a part of the picture.

I-I can't believe this.

I thought I made myself very clear.

I'm here, Dad.

Why don't we take a photo,
just the two of us?

It's our first Thanksgiving together.

Sounds peachy to me.

Okay, don't move.
I'm gonna take a bunch.

May I have some more?

_

It looks delicious.

Wow.

I had no idea this many
people would show up.

Well, I must admit,
I thought the whole idea

was a bit sketchy myself,
but, uh, I was wrong.

- It was inspired.
- Inspired by you.

All that talk about you feeling

that you don't have a
home made me realize

that there are actual
homeless people out there.

Well, I hope
you didn't just realize that

- a couple hours ago.
- No, you know what I mean.

Oh. He's homeless.

It's all starting to make sense now.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

there is something I need to care of.

I'm not homeless.
I, uh, came here to apologize.

And to congratulate you for
working with the shelter

to make this happen so quickly.

Well, it's very gracious of you.

But I owe you nothing.

- Fair.
- Mm-hmm.

Made the local news, by the way.

The hotel's finally
getting some positive PR.

Well, that's not what this was about.

Okay, that's a lie,

but it was nice to do
something good for the people.

Which is what the hotel
is all about anyway.

Well, I'd be happy to make
sure the story goes wider.

For free, as, uh, as part of my apology.

You know, you are kind of nice
when you're not being obnoxious.

Don't get used to it.

I'm late for Thanksgiving.

I'm assuming you've spoken to Monica?

I got it from Blake.

Now, as you can see,

my brother has a lot on you.

The last thing we'd want

is for your family to find out
some of the things you've done.

It would destroy your mother.

What do you want?

I want you to do nothing.

Don't say a word to Monica,
and your mother and your sister

will never find out about any of this.

Does that seem fair?

You're a Carrington.
Of course it's not fair.

Aw... don't be mad, Michael.

Someday you'll thank me for this.

Turkey right ahead.

It's not moving.

Maybe because it's a bush.

Let me assess.
Then we'll proceed with 10-5.

Hey. You okay?

You seem a little upset.

Upset? Yeah, yeah. You could say that.

You know, I've been so busy
trying to charm Landon,

I didn't realize that he's
just trying to charm you.

You know, sometimes I get so focused,

I miss the thing that's
right in front of me.

Are we talking about that turkey?

No! We're talking about Landon.

And London. You and Landon in London,

and how you can't move there.

Well, Fallon, I never said yes.

I mean, oh, yeah, it sounds
like a great opportunity for me.

What, an opportunity to forget me?

I mean, think about it, Liam.

Have you remembered one new thing

since you've been here? About me?

No, you haven't.

And if you move away,
then you're gonna backslide

all the way to 2012 if I'm not
there to keep an eye on you.

Fallon, you're the one who gave
me this assignment to begin with.

Yeah, which I now realize
was a huge mistake.

Okay? But I couldn't
leave you home alone.

Did you make up an assignment
to get me to come here with you?

- Hmm?
- Yes.

But only because I was afraid

that were you were gonna forget us.

And I thought that I could do
both things at the same time,

but now I've just... screwed up both.

Yeah, well,
you have a better shot with Landon

than you do with me right now.

Turkey!

Ow!

Did you just shoot me?!

Maybe.

Landon, Landon, I am so sorry, okay?

- It was an accident.
- "Sorry" and "accident" are two words

that are not permitted
on a hunting trip.

I respectfully decline your job offer!

No, but we have, uh, great benefits

and health insurance.

They may not cover
preexisting conditions,

but I could try to pull some strings.

Please get me away from her.

I'm sure you have a lot that
you want to say right now,

but maybe we could just put a
pause on it until we get home?

I just can't believe that
you would invent a job

just to keep me close to you.

So that's a no on the pause?

Fallon, did you ever just
consider telling me the truth?

You know,
instead of making up an assignment

like I'm some eight-year-old
who needs to be kept busy.

What kind of person does that?

The kind of person who's afraid

that if you're not with me,
then you'll forget about me.

So what if I forget a few things,

Fallon?

What is the big deal?

The big deal is that if you
start forgetting things,

one of those things might be us.

And that really scares me,

because I don't know
if I could start over.

I don't know if I can make you
fall in love with me again.

I mean, it was kind of

a miracle that it happened
in the first place,

so you just really need
to cut me some slack.

I mean, Liam, you have no idea
how hard this has been for me.

Hard for you?

Yeah.

Fallon, I have to face

the uncertainty of restarting
in every aspect of my life,

not just our relationship,

so I am sorry if this is hard on you.

But you don't have to
restart if you don't want to.

I'm the one here who
doesn't have a choice.

- Happy Thanksgiving, sir.
- Thank you, Darren.

- Smells great.
- And trust me, it looks delicious.

Look, I know it hurts
that Cristal and Fallon

and, uh, I guess, even Sam aren't here,

that they missed the family picture,

but I'm here, Father,

and I'm so glad

that I can be the one you can count on.

Well, I guess I should start carving.

Seeing as how little the rest
of my family cares about me.

Wait. I'm here.

I'm so sorry. Just give me five minutes

to freshen up... I'll be right back.

This is what happens when
you listen to your gut.

From now on, La Mirage will be
the hotel with a good heart.

Well, thank you.

Mm.

And I should apologize for
calling you an arrogant ass.

You never called me that.

Oh, then,
I guess I must have thought it.

No, but, really, I-I...

should apologize for being stubborn.

This was my first
Thanksgiving post-divorce,

and it's so not where I
thought I'd be a year ago.

And I guess that's why
I acted the way I did.

It was nothing personal.

I figured.

Because I can see the
hotel is not the only thing

around here with a good heart.

Uh... whoa.

I was not expecting that.

That's what made it so fun.

You have a great holiday, Sam.

You, too.

Looks like the evening
got a little more...

- interesting.
- Yeah. I...

don't know where that came from.

Well, don't overthink it.

On a completely different note,

I think my work here's done.

Good. Go home, get some rest.

No, I don't mean tonight. I mean...

I'm done here with the hotel.

- For good.
- You're quitting?

We both knew this wasn't
a long-term thing.

I just wanted to help you open the hotel

and to teach you how to fly.

And having watched you today,

you are flying like...

Superman?

Well, I was gonna say like a butterfly,

but if you prefer Superman,
that's fine with me.

I'm really grateful to you, Anders.

But I know that you

need to do what's right for you.

And I think we both know what that is.

I am so sorry I was late.

I had to buy something,
and my car got two flat tires,

and for some reason my
phone stopped working.

I couldn't even get a cab

- because of the holidays.
- I needed you here before dinner.

But no, no, no, you had to go shopping.

Nothing's even open. It's Thanksgiving.

I wasn't shopping.
I was getting pecans for Adam.

Oh. Yeah, of course, you blame Adam.

Say what you want about him...

and believe me, you have said plenty...

but he was the only one

that was here for me the entire time.

I'm not blaming him. I was helping him.

He wanted to give you some joy

before your trial

by baking your favorite pie.

And the reason he stood by you all day

was because you make
him feel like a problem.

Which most of the time he is.

But he's also

been a better person.

And he's still your son.

She's telling the truth.

She really was trying to help me.

I'm sorry, I just wanted this
Thanksgiving to be perfect.

Well, I think it comes pretty close.

Can I...

- finally start carving now?
- Hola.

Sorry. Is it too late for me to
change real quick and join you?

Okay. Be right back.

Before we go in,

I want to apologize.

And to thank you

for taking the high
road and telling Monica.

Everything is gonna be so much better.

I mean, we're already having

our first Thanksgiving meal as a family.

One thing. Monica knows nothing.

And we're going to keep
it that way for now.

We have a contract to sign.

Okay. I think we are

finally ready?

Uh, smells great.

Unfortunately, I do not,

so if you could just hold on one second,
I'm gonna go shower.

No, you are gonna sit your
ass down at this table,

we are gonna eat and be thankful!

Okay. Um, sorry.

I got here as fast as I could,

given the circumstances.

Oh, my God, you shot a turkey.

I didn't shoot anything...
on purpose.

Now that we are

finally together, granted,

under the most excruciating
circumstances possible,

I want to thank you all for making it.

How about a picture?

The photographer left hours ago.

So?

Did someone say "picture"?

I got this.
I took a few night classes at Emory.

- Good boy.
- Oh.

- Hey.
- All right, everyone.

- What do you got? What is it?
- Look this way.

- Wait, Bo, what...?
- Oh, whoops.

I accidentally pressed the video. Sorry.

Give me...

I promise I can do this.

All right, there we go.

Everyone, say "turkey."

- No.
- Who is this guy?

We're thinking of opening a
Club Colby offshoot in New York.

And if the brand does well, who knows?

You've come a long way
since the little girl

who used to make hand turkeys.

Excuse me, that was art.

It was cute. I'll give you that.

That's why I saved it.

Yeah, it's great
that she saved your painting.

It's not so great that she's
been lying to you for years.

- Vanessa.
- What is she talking about?

Yeah, what am I talking about, Mom?

Wait. Mom?

She's your...

- You're my...
- We're sisters.

Oh, hell no.

Stepsisters.

Time for dessert.

- Straight from the binder.
- Thank you, Darren.

Once again,
I want to thank you all for making it.

I don't know where I'll
be this time next year,

but hopefully it'll be
right here with all of you.

In the meantime,

I'm making you president of the
Carrington Foundation, Adam.

When did you become

- such a softie?
- I'm going on trial for murder.

It has a way of making
you look at things

from a different perspective.

- He has a point.
- Mm.

Yeah, it shouldn't take
that to make you realize

that being with the ones
you love is important.

And no matter what has happened...

God knows we've been through our share

of drama and backstabbings...

that's the past.

And just the thought
that we're here together,

despite everything,
that is enough to keep me going.

You okay?

Yeah.

To family.

What about really old friends

and father figures who wish to return?

Oh, there's nothing I'd like more.

- Darren.
- Hmm?

You're fired.

I thought you wanted to poison
Cristal in Blake's eyes.

But when you had the chance...

I know, I'm,
I'm as surprised as you, actually.

All I know is something happened

when she said I was a better person.

She's right.
I think you're pretty great.

Yeah?
Well, you've been a good influence.

I'm glad you're here.

Mmm. Me, too.

First thing you need is a
gag order on that prosecutor.

And then if you can share with
me all the details you have

on the jury selection,

- I can help.
- Yeah, let's worry about that tomorrow.

Right now I would kill to
have a Manhattan with you.

It's the one thing that your
replacement couldn't get right,

even when he went to the binder.

Well, to be honest,

I did put the recipe in the binder,

but I left out my secret ingredient.

Love.

Oh, uh, well...

I'm just joking, sir. I'm joking.

Cinnamon. I left out the cinnamon.

Love.

- What's that?
- It's ice cream.

Like in The Notebook,
which we can watch right now.

Okay, all right, we'll watch it later.

But you should take the
London job if you want it.

Landon killed it. You know,

after my girlfriend shot him in the ass.

Am I still your girlfriend?

Okay, all right.

Yeah, not the point. I got it.

But I did sneak a look at your piece...

...and I loved it.

It'd be perfect for the magazine.

But instead of keeping it for myself,
I sent it out

to a couple different
editors and publishers.

So your phone will probably
be ringing all weekend.

Thank you, I think.

And you were right.
I was afraid of beginning again.

But then I thought,

if we do, then we can make new memories.

You know? And forget the bad ones.

Bad ones?

The point is, if you are
willing to start over, so am I.

So, take...

Hi. I'm Fallon.

I'm Liam.

Okay.

Adam.

I wanted to talk to you.

Me, too.

I just want to say thank you

for everything you did today.

And I'm so glad that we could
move past our differences.

Do you honestly think I didn't
know what you were up to?

I'm confused.

The minute my car broke down,
I knew it was you.

I just didn't know how.

But I saw you and Nadia together,

and then it all made sense.

I didn't say anything because
I didn't want to hurt Blake.

But trust me,
you won't be here for long.

So watch your step.

Or... I guess that's what
your girlfriend is for, right?

So? How's it going?

He said he loves me.

I've got him wrapped
around my little finger.

Just like you wanted.

Perfect.
Something we can all be thankful for.

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