All language subtitles for Dynasty (2017) - 02x09 - Crazy Lady.TBS.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

- Previously on Dynasty...
- This is all the blackmail on Fallon and Jeff Colby.

You can walk away from me for good
or keep doing what you're so good at.

Fire!

Monica!

- What was your name again?
- Manuel.

- I babysit a lot.
- How'd you like to stick around, Manny?

Everyone, this is Manuel, the new manny.

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

Where did you take Matthew?
Where is my son?!

Don't worry, baby.

Mommy's coming to find you.

I was coming up to the
main house for a nightcap...

of milk... when I learned
that he was missing.

- I hope you have all of your men on the case.
- Of course.

- The child is a Carrington.
- We understand.

No. Fallon and I didn't see or hear
anything unusual last night.

We were in bed.

Asleep.

It was after hours.

I had no idea the child
had been left unattended.

I'd never have left my post
if I had been in charge.

This is Little Blake.

I took it just a few days ago.

And now that nutjob

- Claudia Blaisdel kidnapped him.
- And that's the person

you believe is the mother?

- I know, you can't write this stuff.
- Who's the father?

Our son. Hank.

He left the baby on the doorstep,
along with a note

telling us how dangerous Claudia is.

Sam and my other son were
planning on adopting him.

Agent Harper, you should know,

this woman has a vendetta
against my family.

It's true. I found a photo
of her crashing our wedding.

In a... hideous coat.

I think she targeted my son.

And I think she was the one
that shot my wife Cristal.

- Not Hank, like we first thought.
- I don't know

this chick,
but she's obviously not a great mom.

She left behind his favorite things...
his pacifier and his teddy.

- I think you should put that in your report.
- Thank you, Nancy Drew,

but we'll take it from here.

Look, respect to your windbreaker
and everything, but...

you have to trust us. Claudia has a
case of the crazies, and this baby is

- in serious jeopardy.
- Hey, Harper.

- Yeah?
- Former nanny just arrived.

Wilcox is handling it.

Manny? I'm so glad he's here.

I should probably go say hi.

You know that this is an investigation,
not a mixer, right?

Do what you need to do.

Just find this woman.

- And find my grandson.
- Oh, don't worry,

Mr. Carrington,
I have a unit setting up checkpoints

around the city perimeter,
so likely Mrs. Blaisdel

hasn't been able to get very far.

Shh, shh, shh.
You're safe now, Matthew.

Mommy's got you.

I promise you,

those evil Carringtons are never
gonna take you away from me again.

Yeah.

Yeah.

But, uh, I've only
worked here for two days.

Sam.

- Thank you for coming back.
- Of course.

I was just explaining that,
um, after you...

released me,

I, uh, I checked on LB
and I went straight home.

So you didn't see anyone strange

- when you were leaving?
- Just the usual staff.

Manny, I don't know
what I'm going to do.

Steven's flying in
from Paraguay tonight,

- and if anything has happened to LB, I just...
- Hey, hey.

Don't talk like that.

- Everything's gonna be fine.
- You must think I'm crazy.

He's not even my baby,
and I've barely gotten to know him...

Not crazy at all.

I-I studied family psych for a semester.

The bond between father
and son can form quickly.

Maybe I should go up to your room

and talk with the investigators.

- Something might jog my memory.
- I'll take you.

It's really sweet of you
to do this, Manny.

Felt kind of useless down there.

Wish I could have been more help,

but I didn't hear anything last night.

Well, we were both a little distracted.

A lot distracted.

Multiple times.

Had to get in some more practice

- before the honeymoon.
- Can you believe

in two weeks we're gonna be
Mr. and Mrs. Fallon Carrington?

I'm-I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

Although, some men do choose
to take the woman's name.

No? Okay, fine. I'm still kidding.

You know,
maybe I should skip work today.

Be here for the family,
help out with the investigation.

No, no, no, no, no.
You worked too hard to get this job.

I'm not having you jeopardize
it by skipping day two.

- But this is important.
- That's why the FBI is here.

Claudia's probably
just out on the street

trying to sell the kid for a hot dog.

They will find her.

Okay.

I'll be home in time for dinner.

You better be.

It's our first Christmas
Eve as an official couple.

I don't want anything to spoil it.

You know, except the usual stuff
that ruins every holiday here.

I can't believe

you never told us that this
baby was left here by Hank.

Yes, Alexis, I'm curious.

Why lie about something like that?

Does she really need to be here?
This is a family matter.

You said there was a note.

What exactly did it say again?

Something to the effect of,
"My name is Matthew,

Claudia's my mother, and she's crazy."

You march into this
house ten times a day

telling us useless things,
but that you keep to yourself.

Well, I didn't know who Claudia was.

Look, when Hank left the baby

outside my trailer, I...
I kept it a secret

because I knew that Blake
would send him away.

And I couldn't bear the thought of
losing my grandson. Now I find out

- it wasn't even Hank's baby.
- No. It's Matthew's.

So why did you lie to the FBI?

The FBI is not gonna
go looking for a woman

who's just taken her own baby,
especially when

- we don't have any blood ties.
- I'm sorry,

why wouldn't they look
for the woman who tried

to kill all of you last Thanksgiving?

Oh. Daddy didn't tell you?

He didn't report it to the cops.

Instead, he paid
to lock her up in a loony bin.

- Don't worry, they had a craft room.
- I can't believe it.

The child that I was planning
on raising belongs to Claudia.

He belongs to you and Steven.

Claudia is not equipped to raise
a child. She's a murderer.

You don't know for sure
that she killed Cristal.

Makes sense, doesn't it?
Cristal was killed

with a gun taken from my gun room,

and Claudia's broken in there before.

You'd think we'd change the locks.

Who knows, maybe
Claudia and Hank are in cahoots.

Well, she's not gonna get away
with it... I'm gonna hire

my own security team,
I'm gonna go on TV and offer a reward.

No! You are not.

You are gonna let the FBI do their job.

I mean, you're kind of an
emotional wreck right now.

You don't know what you're talking
about. I have a plan...

Oh, really? Because not too long ago,

I was kidnapped from this joint,

and, if my memory serves me correctly,

it was OG Cristal that had me found,

because she defied your plan

and the police were
able to do their job.

So, I will go see if Claudia's had any
communication with Matthew's family.

I will get cops to cover
security at the gate.

I mean, you never know if that
lunatic is gonna show back up

and try to kill us all again.

And nobody does anything
without going through me first.

Got it?

Follow me.

Happy holidays!

Yeah. Well,
I-I figured it was a long shot.

Well, if you hear from her,
will you let us know?

Thank you. Well, I tracked down

Matthew's parents, but
they haven't heard from their beloved

- daughter-in-law in over a year.
- Well, I made

a few phone calls myself,
one in particular

to the mental health facility
where Claudia was being held.

- Don't tell me she checked back in?
- Turns out

you were the last visitor she
had just before she escaped.

Oh.

- That.
- Yeah.

What the hell were you doing there?

Uh... well, I was gathering

information on you, actually,
some of your dirty deals.

I needed it to force you out of C.A.

You are unbelievable, you know that?

- How could you go there...
- Wait.

Claudia told me that
Matthew owned an apartment

and it's where he kept all his files.

- Did you get an address?
- No, better... I went there.

It's by the airport.
Maybe Claudia's been hiding out there.

- I'm calling my security team.
- No!

I am calling Agent Harper

and telling him to have
his team meet us there.

We are doing this the right way,
for once. Remember?

Legally.

And filled with holiday spirit.

Not too early to celebrate

a moment like this, am I right?

I'm glad you came through.

- Told you to trust me.
- Yeah, yeah.

You sure she didn't make more copies?

No, we're good.
I got every piece of blackmail

that Ada had on us,
including that escort's false testimony

that Fallon put her up to Max's death.

- Well, I guess your plan worked.
- Which means

you don't have to call your
cousin Bobbi after all.

The cops don't need to
know anything about this.

I'm not sure how you were able
to pull this off, my friend.

I'm just glad you did.

Consider it your Christmas gift.

To the death of your alias, Mike Jones.

Oh, God. Mr. Jones.

May he rest in peace.

I didn't think Scrooge gave gifts.

Oh, good. Cristal.

I was just about to call the house

to ask them to send over
a maid, but you'll do.

Come on in.
I need a finger to help with the bow

for Steven's gift.

Not that finger.

Cute, though.

You must be looking forward

to having your entire family
back together for Christmas.

I am. We Carringtons have many,
many traditions.

I just hope that it
won't make you feel like

- too much of an interloper.
- I'll just remind myself

that I have many more
Christmases ahead with Blake.

You know, some people tie a
string around their finger

so they won't forget.

I have ten karats.

I assume you popped by for a reason?

Just making sure you told the FBI
everything you know about that baby.

- Well, of course I did.
- Are you sure?

Seems there's more to
the story of his arrival

than you're letting on.

What on earth are you
blathering on about now?

It's just you mentioned Hank
left the baby in your trailer.

But how would he know you
were staying in a trailer

in the first place?

Any chance you spoke to
each other before then?

You know, I really don't
have time for this nonsense.

You just... call next time,

and I'll make sure I
don't pick up the phone.

Are you upset?

Maybe because I'm getting
close to the truth?

Or maybe because now that we know
that Claudia is tied to Hank,

and the FBI is looking for her,

whatever secrets you're
hiding are bound to come out.

No need to buy me
anything for Christmas.

I can't imagine a better gift

than watching the police take you away.

Send a card signed: "Ho, ho, ho."

I'll know it's you.

We're gonna need you both to stay back.

We have no idea if she's
armed and dangerous.

Remember, there's a baby in there, team.

Proceed with caution.

On my count, okay?

One, two,

now!

FBI!

Clear!

Clear!

That's a negative, sir.

You can stand down.

Personal belongings are intact.

That's a negative.
Let 'em know we're clearing out.

What the hell?

- I was sure she would...
- If she was here, she's gone now.

Let's fall back, team.

- False alarm here.
- Copy.

Negative. Place is empty.

You happy now? Hmm?

Because of these buffoons, we lost her.

- My team would've been here in half the time.
- You don't know.

- They could have just...
- What I know is, because of you,

Claudia's in the wind.

Again.

Here you go, doll.

But if that kid starts screaming,

you're out.

No refunds.

Don't worry. He's sleep-trained.

And we're not gonna
be staying very long.

Come on.

Oh, stunning, aren't they?

Yeah, I try not to look too close.
Easier to pretend

I don't know what
truck they fell off of.

Pleading ignorant
is always wise, Michael.

I must admit,

it's nice to have someone
I really trust by my side.

To think, it was all just dumb luck,
how you entered my life.

Not exactly how I saw it.

I wanted revenge on Max Van
Kirk for screwing me over,

while you were trying to protect Fallon
from being blamed for Max's death.

Funny how things work out, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

This is the last of the crates.

Perfect.

My first shipment out of Atlanta.

Things must go smoothly, Michael.

I'm counting on you.

You just tell me who and where,
and I'll get it done.

You are to deliver all this

to my shipping contact,
Nico, at this address.

And, in turn, he will hand
you a very large sum of cash.

As in $10 million large.

This guy's handing me millions in cash?

What if he tries to short me?

I'm not worried. You've proven
you know how to handle yourself.

This is a little something for you.

- What's this?
- Your cut of the deal.

Call it a token of good faith.

You're giving me my take up front?

I trust you, Michael.
After all, you saved my life.

Plus, you have a wedding to plan.

This will help cover the
bar tab and then some.

Nothing too big, of course.

We don't want Fallon knowing you're
the one wearing the pants now.

Thanks for the trust.

I know the money makes you feel good.

You know, there's something else that...

might make you feel good, too.

Let's keep things business.

For now.

I do love a good tease.

What the devil are you doing here?

I'm just trying to get
LB's things in order.

Have you seen his pacifier?

I could have sworn it
was in here before.

You're worried about his pacifier?

Well, yeah,
he's gonna want it when he gets home.

- It's the only thing that helps him sleep.
- Don't touch anything.

This room is still a crime scene,
and you're disturbing it.

Relax. I'm just trying
to find his pacifier.

Don't tell me to relax.

- There's a child's life at stake.
- Yeah,

and you're not the only
one that cares about him.

I care, too.

I find that very hard to believe.

Especially having watched you

- fawning all over Manuel this morning.
- Fawning?

God, you're making
a way bigger deal out of it

- than it needs to be.
- Clearly, you have no idea

the severity of what could
happen to that child.

If you're not helping the situation,
you're hurting it.

So, please, stay out of the way

and let the professionals handle it.

I'll do whatever

the FBI says. But going on TV?

Fallon said it was a bad idea.

Sam, I'm telling you,
it's the right thing to do.

If there's a chance that
someone out there has seen her,

- I want to know about it.
- It's just...

Look, I'm worried
about the baby's safety.

If Claudia feels hunted,

- she may take LB and run from Atlanta for good.
- Sam...

- Or worse.
- Sam, just try to understand...

Yes, do try, Sam.

I, for one,
think it's a wonderful idea, Blake.

When you get to know
Blake as well as I do,

you'll learn that he has great
instincts about these things.

Thank you, Alexis.

In fact, I should join you on TV.

After all,
we are appealing to the public for help.

And, well,
what would look better than...

LB's grandparents united in their grief?

You're still here?

I thought you were picking up Dad
for Christmas Eve services tonight.

I am. Just taking care of a few things
before we close for the holidays.

What are you doing here?

I came to pick up the damage report
from the smoke bomb incident.

Bobbi wanted a copy for the police file.

You spoke to Bobbi?

They have any leads on
who might have done this?

Nothing helpful.

Apparently, they were able to
track the serial numbers on some

of the smoke bombs.

They were ordered by some
guy named Mike Jones.

Mike Jones?

- Are you sure about that?
- Yeah.

But she said it's a common alias.

It might as well be John Doe.

Apparently,
people don't use their real names

when ordering illegal weapons.

- Right.
- All right, I got to run.

You coming?

Yeah.

- Uh, just need a few more minutes.
- Fine. But don't be late.

It's Dad's first Christmas
since he got home,

and I want us together, as a family.

Of course.

We're here at the Carrington Manor,
where the holiday season

has been interrupted by tragedy.

With us today are Blake Carrington,

along with the energy
tycoon's first wife,

Alexis Carrington.

Both are in a deep state of shock

over the disappearance
of their grandson, which the FBI

is calling a kidnapping.

Mr. Carrington.

Thank you.

This is Little Blake,

Blake Carrington Jr., our grandchild.

He's only a few months old.

And we believe that, last night,

he was kidnapped from
his crib by this woman.

Claudia Blaisdel has serious
mental health issues,

and, therefore,
she is a danger to our child

and to herself.

All that we want is for her to
get the proper care that she needs

and for our grandson to
be returned home safely.

If you have any information
as to her whereabouts,

please contact us immediately.

I beg of you,

help us find our grandson.

- We just want him...
- We...

Well, Blake and I are-are no
strangers to this kind of tragedy.

You see, almost 30 years ago,
we lost our firstborn son.

His name was Adam.

And, uh, we may have failed
to get him back then,

but we will not let
history repeat itself.

We will never give up, Claudia.

We will find you, together.

Our thoughts and prayers are with

the Carrington family
during this time of crisis.

Reporting live from
the Carrington Manor.

Back to you in the studio.

All I'm asking is that you confirm

this prescription belonged
to a Claudia Blaisdel.

You see, Crazy Pants was smart enough
to scratch her name off the bottle.

Ma'am, it's policy... and the law...

not to give out patient information.

Listen... C. Smith, is it?

That's a beautiful name.
You ever notice the plaque

at the end of the hallway that says
"Carrington Family Wing"?

I'm guessing you haven't, but that's me.

You should get a name tag.

Look, this is a matter
of life and death.

Time is of the essence.

- Then call the police.
- I would call the police,

but I'm thinking I need
a more credible lead

before I call them again.

So I am just kindly asking
that you be my credible lead.

Will you? Please?

Fine. Can I at least
have a phone number?

...which is why I'm
offering a $100,000 reward

for any information that
leads to her arrest.

If you have seen this
woman or know where she is,

please contact us immediately.

Help me find my grandson.

Our grandson.

I'm gonna kill him.

- What the hell were you thinking?
- That I was done listening to you.

You mean done listening to reason?

Claudia is probably crossing
state lines as we speak,

- thanks to your primetime publicity stunt.
- Or she'll be caught

that much sooner because the
whole country is looking for her.

And did you even think to
run your plan past the FBI?

Your 15 minutes of infamy
could have jeopardized

- their investigation.
- Fallon,

when Adam was kidnapped, I stayed quiet,

because that's what they told me to do.

And it cost us.

I wasn't gonna make that mistake again.

But you are not negotiating
with kidnappers.

This is Benzoholic Claudia.

She has no intention of
handing her baby back.

And if she makes it
out of Atlanta, then...

that kid's blood is on your hands.

My hands? How dare you

point your finger at me
when you were the one

that started this whole mess.

- Excuse me?
- If you hadn't gone

to visit Claudia in the psych
ward and riled her up...

Whatever you said to her,
she broke out the next day.

And then she came here,
and then she killed Cristal.

You think I have blood on my hands?

You certainly have
Cristal's blood on yours!

Kirby.

Wh-What are you, um...

I'm sorry.

I didn't have anyone else to talk to.

Most of the people I
know are in Australia.

And the ones here, I've...

already slept with and are
no longer interested in me.

Kirby, I'm-I'm in the middle of...

Here's the sitch:

you took a semester of family psych,

and I have some...

daddy issues I need to work on,

which is also what the people
I've slept with would say.

Huh.

The truth is,

my dad keeps treating me like
I'm an immature, bratty child.

And, uh, why do you think that is?

I have no idea.

But I'm tired of trying
to prove him wrong,

when I shouldn't.

I should just embrace it.

Screw it, right?

If he doesn't think I'm an adult,
then why act like one?

Hey.

What are you doing home?

I-I, um...

came to get a bottle of wine from, uh...
for the new boss.

Uh, couldn't think of what else
to get him for a Christmas gift.

So I thought I'd just slip in and
out of the servants' entrance.

And miss out on being
questioned by the Feds again?

- How's that going? Any news on LB?
- Not yet.

The only news is that Daddy
accused me of Cristal's murder.

- What?
- Well, he's not totally wrong.

I mean, I opened up Pandora's box

when I went to see Claudia,
and then she killed Cristal.

- That's a bit of a reach.
- No, but it's true.

And now she has LB,

and if anything happens to him,
I will never forgive myself.

Are you done spinning?

No, not even close.

I mean, what if I'm
a horrible person, Michael?

I mean, what if my constant need

to prove myself and to
take over my dad's company

is what got us into this
mess in the first place?

This is your father
we're talking about here.

He's in a dark place.

He's desperate.

People say and do terrible
things when they're desperate.

You are not a horrible person.

You know, I grew up in a family

where if you don't stab someone
in the back before dinner,

you don't get dessert, so...

I forget sometimes that there
are decent people in this world.

Thank you for being one of them.

Don't worry, it's a short walk, Matthew.

Mommy just needs to
pick up her happy pills.

Which is why I'm offering
a $100,000 reward

for any information
leading to her arrest.

- If you have seen this woman...
- Hello?

- ...or know where she is...
- Yeah, I'm calling from the Hotel Clermont.

- ...please contact us immediately.
- I think that lady you're looking for is here.

Nico.

You must be Ada's new guy.

Welcome to the fold.

I assume you got the full shipment?

It's all there.

I assume you got the cash?

What does she have for us?

The Mona Lisa, perhaps?

Seems like you can get this
stuff at Bed Bath & Beyond,

but what do I know?

So, where are you shipping
all this stuff?

That's usually on a need-to-know basis,

and trust me... you don't need to know.

I'll get your payment.

Wait a minute.

You work for VKI?

Serving all your shipping
needs since 1908.

Least, that's how the jingle
in the crappy commercial goes.

- What's it to you?
- Now, what's going on here?

Hold on.

What is she up to?

What the hell?!

I don't carry black market
antique insurance, buddy.

You're gonna have to pay...

What the hell is this?

Either antique heroin

or just heroin.

You're trying to slip
drugs in with the shipment?

What? No, not me.

I had no idea what Ada was shipping.

- I just saw the VKI logo and...
- Th-That's a load of crap.

You knew all about this.

This is next-level illegal.

No way. Deal's off. Unload everything.

- This is not what we signed up for.
- Well, no, no,

- I didn't know anything about any of this.
- Save it.

We got a problem here.

I'm Blake Carrington.
Did you call my hotline?

You the one with $100,000?

Yeah, you'll get your money if it's her.

Oh, it's her, all right.

So, are you gonna write me a check?
'Cause I prefer cash.

- Oh, my God.
- Sir, we have a visual on her.

- What room?
- She's not in a room.

She's on the roof.

- Elevator's broken.
- Of course it is.

Claudia!
No, what are you doing? What? No.

Why can't you people
just leave me alone?

You just want to take him
away from me, don't you?

Like you took my husband. But you can't!

He's my baby!

Claudia, please give me LB. Please.

His name is Matthew.

Claudia, we want
to help you and Matthew.

No, you don't.
You just want to shoot me.

Just take a step back, okay?

Don't you come any closer!

Hey, Dad, why don't you tell Santa's
little helpers to stand down.

She's right. They're scaring her.

Okay, back up. Back up.

Claudia, listen to me.

- We can talk this through.
- You should have tried

talking to me before you locked me
in a padded cell for six months.

That does crazy things to a person.

It is a miracle that
I even had this baby

and that it was okay

after the hell that you and
your wife put me through.

May she rest in peace.

It was you, wasn't it?

You killed my aunt.

And I would do it again if
it would bring Matthew back,

but it won't.

Claudia...

we've both lost someone.

I know how that feels.

You're scared.

And you're alone.

And you don't know
what the future holds.

You don't even know
if there is a future.

But there is.

Who the hell are you?

And sure,

there's a future for Blake Carrington.

He can buy any future that he wants.
But what about me?

- And what about baby Matthew?
- But that's just it, Claudia.

He is your future.

He is the last part of Matthew
that lives on. The only part.

And he would want what's best for him.

I know you want that, too, don't you?

- I just love him so much.
- Of course.

And the best thing for him right now

is for you to come with us.
Okay? So just come here.

Yeah. Give me the baby.

No! No, you're lying to me!

- No!
- No, no, no!

- You're all lying!
- No! No!

No!

No! No!

No...

What? Are you sure?

Mr. Carrington, it wasn't a baby.

Repeat, it wasn't a real baby.
She was carrying a doll.

Sam.

Sam. Sam. Sam.

- No!
- Sam, hey. Hey, hey! It wasn't a real baby.

It was a doll.

W-What?

- It was a doll. Yeah.
- No.

Thank God.

But wait.

If Claudia doesn't have
the baby, then...

Then who the hell does?

When I was ten I told my dad
I had to stay home from school

because I had chicken pox,
and he swore I drew them on.

I mean, I did.

But he didn't know that.

Am I boring you?

Uh, no. Um, actually,
I have a job interview,

which I kind of need since you guys,
you know, fired me.

Well, this has been like
a therapy session for me,

so how about I write you a check?

Unless you accept
other forms of payment.

Kirby, I...

You're no fun.

Can I get, like,
a soda or something before I leave?

Of course.

Don't worry, little guy.

Auntie Kirby's gonna take you home.

Shh. You woke the baby.

- How did you figure it out?
- Pacifier was missing.

But only after you came
to talk to the police.

You knew how much LB loved it.
It's what made you a good nanny...

in a Hand That Rocks
the Cradle kind of way.

- You're smarter than you look.
- Wish I could say the same.

Why would you do this?

- Just because Sam fired you?
- No.

It's because of why he fired me.

Because he wasn't sure if he
could keep it in his pants,

so he put his needs ahead of the baby's,

which is something I would never do.

Don't you see? LB is better off with me.

Sam was gonna ruin that poor kid's life.

Of course. Because you seem like
a truly responsible kidnapper.

Shut up! You have no idea what
negligence can do to a child.

Rather than kill me in front of the baby

and traumatize him for life,

why don't you just give me the knife,
and I'll take him home.

I promise,
I won't tell anyone what you did.

Kirby, you in there?

Open the door!

Took you long enough.

Ada, where are you? What is going on?

Drugs? VKI? I mean, what the...?

Let me guess.
She's not taking your calls?

What the hell are you doing here?

Triangulated your phone.

Glad to see you moving up
the ladder, Mike Jones.

You set off the smoke bomb at the club.

You're the reason my
sister got trampled.

- You don't need to be here, Jeff.
- Yeah, and neither do you.

You're still working for her?

Even after you got the blackmail back?

- Who the hell is this?
- Nobody.

I can explain.

Yeah, like you could explain the drugs?

Son of a bitch.

This guy called the Feds on us.

Wait.
No, no, it wasn't me, all right? I...

- It was all a setup!
- Look out, Jeff!

Let's get out of here!

Come on. I got you.

Go, go, go, go!

FBI! Stop right there!

Hands in the air!

Don't move!

The FBI, a trained security team

and our entire family
all after this baby...

and yet it was Kirby who figured it out.

- This is a low point for me.
- Are the police on their way?

Mr. Carrington's on
the phone to the FBI,

and the authorities
will be here shortly.

Yes, and that psycho is in the
study being watched by security.

Well, I guess this is a big
win for Team Downstairs, huh?

As much as it pains me to say this,

- thank you.
- Kind words from Fallon Carrington.

Does this mean we're friends now?

Calm down.

I'll go get his teddy.

Kirby.

Thank goodness you texted me when
you did. You sure you're all right?

I'm fine, Dad.

In fact, I've been fine for a while now.

Yes, I can see that. I guess I missed

the part of your growing up
where you became an adult.

I'm still not used to it.
That's my fault, not yours.

I promise you I will get there.

Thank you.

- It means a lot.
- Besides,

if I don't, I'm sure you'll
find a way to knock me out cold.

Could I have a moment alone
with... Lizzie Borden?

That was quite a stunt
you pulled off today.

You're all liars.

You took my baby from me.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I forgot to introduce myself.

Alexis Carrington.

Oh, I'd shake your hand, but...

no.

Alexis.

Mm-hmm.

You're Hank's mother.

Or should I say lover?

Partner in crime?

He told me everything.

You're the biggest liar of them all,
aren't you?

Who's Hank, dear?

Another doll of yours?

What?

No. He's... Hank.

I do have a son,

but his name's Adam, not Hank.

Clearly, you must be confused.

- I hear that that happens to you a lot.
- That's not true. He-he...

he told me his name was Hank.

Is he... here with you now?

Oh, I see, Claudia,
that's what the pills are for.

You are taking your pills, right?

Poor little thing.
Once you get back on those meds...

I'm sure that you'll
see things more clearly.

Police have arrived, Mrs. Carrington.

They're here to take
Ms. Blaisdel into custody.

You really are a crazy lady still,

in or out of that place where they...

locked you up.

Where are you... where...

where are you taking me?

You said you were gonna help me.

And you said you killed my wife.

Everyone up there heard it.

Look, I am helping you.

I'm helping you understand the
pain you caused me and my family...

by taking away what you love.

I know it's cruel... he's only a baby.

Will it make things equal?

I don't know.

But it's a hell of a start.

No, no, you can't do this to me.

You can't keep my baby!

You're gonna pay for this! You hear me?

I'll be back!

Claudia's right.

Words that have never
been spoken before.

We can't keep this baby.

The thought of giving
him up is killing me,

but he's not ours to keep.

Well, I don't think that
they have day care in jail.

He was never Hank's baby...
he was Matthew's.

And Fallon found his parents.

- But, Sam...
- We've had our own share

of Christmas miracles.

Now it's their chance to be
with the one piece of Matthew

that still lives on.

He needs to be with his real family.

And that's not us.

I need a hospital.

Look, we're almost there, man.
I'm going as fast as I can.

You set me up!

If it makes you feel better,
I also set up VKI.

You see, you delivered heroin
to their head of shipping,

and once the FBI looks deeper
into Van Kirk Industries,

they'll find a fascinating
string of illegal shipments

in progress, enough
to take down the entire company.

So this was your plan all along,
and I was just collateral damage?

I was gonna say "pawn,"
but "collateral damage"

sounds more heroic.

I could only imagine
what our friend Nico

is telling the Feds about
your role as we speak.

Nico can I.D. me!
I could go to prison, Ada!

"Could" is a very glass-half-full
way of looking at it.

Oh, and I wouldn't stop anytime soon.

The FBI may have gotten a
tip as to your getaway car.

Wh-Why are we stopping?

You are not gonna get away with this.

I already have.

I'm a ghost, remember?

Please...

you got to get me to the hospital.

I'm gonna drop you off, man.

All right?
After that, we're both on our own.

Jeff? Jeff, you okay?

Look, I'm-I'm gonna
get you to the hospital.

Just stay with me, Jeff.

Aah!

Ta-da!

This is our first and last
Christmas together, little man.

Your new family's
picking you up tomorrow.

Now, I know you're thinking,

"How is this handsome man
going to cope without me?"

Well...

I won't.

But you...

you are going to be happier
with your grandparents

than you'd ever be here with us.

Mm-hmm.

Now, don't get me wrong.

The food, the shoes...

the turndown service.

All amazing.

But this family wouldn't be able
to move past who your parents were.

And that's not fair to you.

So I'm giving you a clean slate.

That's...

that's the fatherly thing to do.

Even though I won't get
to be a father anymore.

Amazing.

Thank you.

You know, I loved that dress
the first time I saw it.

I'm just amazed that it
lasted for five seasons.

I'm talking about you.

I don't know how you did it,

but Claudia didn't seem to
have much to say about Hank.

It seems like you managed
to get out of another lie.

I certainly have no idea
what you're talking about.

I think you might be going a
little heavy on the eggnog.

But... Merry Christmas.

Is this your way of, uh...

apologizing?

Don't know. Never had to.

- Ah.
- Fine.

I am sorry.

You were right.

The only reason we found
Claudia is because of you.

Your charm and wit on TV
won over America's heart.

You should host a daytime talk show.

Thank you.

But I wasn't right about everything.

You're not responsible
for Cristal's death.

It was a low blow,
and I never should have said that.

I was angry...

well, about a lot of things.

Are you still mad that I sold C.A.?

Because if tonight has
taught me anything,

it's that I am not always right.
I don't know,

maybe selling the company
was a huge mistake.

Actually, that you were right about.

Wow. A Christmas gift I
didn't even need to unwrap.

I always said the family and
the company were the same thing.

Well, it took me
losing the company to realize

that was never the case.

Losing Carrington Atlantic
was the best thing

that ever happened to this family.

It allowed me to get
my priorities straight.

So thank you.

Is that your way of apologizing?

I wouldn't know. I never had to.

You know, Steven asked me

to try to keep the family
together while he was gone.

- I think I've done a pretty good job.
- Yeah,

it only took a baby being kidnapped
by a crazy lady for you to do so.

Well, you know what they say: "You want to
make a purse, you got to kill some pythons."

I guess now that Steven's coming back,
you can hand over those reins to him.

He should be here now, shouldn't he?

Yeah, and Culhane, too.
He told me he would

- be back for dinner. He promised.
- Well, I'm sure

he's just out doing some
last-minute Christmas shopping.

Yeah.

Anders, is everything all right?

Sir, I just had this very
disturbing conversation

with the head of Steven's
foundation in Paraguay. Apparently,

Steven didn't get onto the
flight back to Atlanta.

He's missing.

Maybe this is him calling.

Steven?

Blake...

I'm gonna need your help.

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