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Previously on Dynasty... Leo, hiring your crew

might have been
a little premature,

and we need to pump the brakes.

And my guys really don't like it
when someone goes back

-on their word.
-Is this some kind of threat?

I have a brain tumor.

We can start treatment
next week in Atlanta.

This is so great. Thank you.

The Atlanta Fashion Council
sponsors a runway show

for an up-and-coming designer,

and I've been selected
as a finalist.

-I hope it works out.
-Maybe next year,

you and Blake can sit front row
at my Paris fashion show.

Do you remember
that, uh, private airline

company you wanted me to buy?

I bought it,

and I'm giving it to you.

♪ Give me the keys and now
we're leaving together... ♪

We've got a fleet

of 200 jets, mostly Cessnas.

We bought a couple
of G450s last year,

but we found
our clientele typically opts

for the midsize cabin.

Well, I typically opt for
a large-sized company,

so I'd like to be at 300 planes

before the end
of the first quarter.300?

Yeah. And-and I need to sit down
with the marketing department.

We need a new app to streamline
-the booking process.
-Yeah.

Preferably one
that doesn't crash

every time we make a selection.

We don't really use the
word "crash" in our business.

Mr. Carrington, I think
you may want to slow down?

Look, Howie, I get it.

Nobody likes a new boss
rolling in, making big changes,

but you'll get used to it.

With all due respect,
we were already surprised

when your daughter
bought the company.

But then we got handed off
to her oil baron father.

How do we know
you'll even be here in a week?

Aviation is not a game to me.

Hey, I know a beautiful

twin-engine Piper
when I see one.

That Comanche
you've got over in hangar 12?

I soloed first time in
a Piper just like that one.

-You're a pilot?
-I made my fortune in oil,

but I have always had a passion
for flying.

Had my pilot's license
before I could drive.

I'll have the guys
in marketing reach out.

Great.

Forgive me, sir,
but need I remind you

that you didn't actually finish
your pilot's certification?

Yeah, it was a
technicality, all right?

I was basically done.

Nothing a few more hops
couldn't fix.

You flew for your country,
right? You certify me.

Well, of course. It's just
that the last flight... That's ancient history.

If I'm gonna shape this
company into my vision,

I need the respect of
the people that work here.

And the best way
to get that respect

is by jumping back
into that cockpit.

Pick up the pace. You're
getting left behind.

Totally cool with that.

-Why did I ever agree to this?
-Because

I found ten hard candy wrappers
on your bed this morning.

It's called stress-eating.

Turns out, having
a business partner isn't as easy

as I thought it would be.

Wait a minute. Wait.

Are you talking about Culhane?

The most laid-back
guy on the planet?

He's gonna be a lot less
laid-back when he finds out

I hired this sketchy contractor
without his approval.

Or maybe I should just not tell
him and hope he never finds out.

Are you even listening to me?

No. I'm sorry. I zoned out
after "stress-eating."

Liam gets back today,
after his insider trading,

slash, dead-dad investigation.

Okay, now I understand
the extra workout.

Mama's gonna get some action.

That's disgusting, but yes.

I have arranged to have
our bedroom stocked

with enough food and alcohol
to last us 48 hours.

He won't ever
have to leave.

Any chance
that 48 hours starts now?

No. Come on.

Those calories aren't
gonna burn themselves.

Ugh.

Mm, well, it's not the
Carrousel du Louvre,

but it should suit
my needs just fine.

Hmm. I can see
the runway now.

You sure you're ready
to pull off a fashion show?

This is the best way
to debut Dom-Mystique.

And now that Clark
Hoffman is coming--

thank you for making
that happen--

this is the beginning of
my very own fashion empire.

He is the top buyer
for Galliard Designs.

He can make or break this.

Well, Clark is only coming if
he likes your design pictures.

So don't forget
to send those soon.

I know.
And they're Mom's designs.

I just spruced them up a bit.

I'm sure Clark will love them.

But what are you planning
for...?

Jeff, I don't have time
to chitchat.

I need to get started
on those photos.

What did she want?

A favor,
which I now want from you.

Seeing as how
we're technically

still in escrow here, would
the almost-new owner consider

letting Dom use the space for
her runway show this weekend?

I don't know, Jeff. I haven't
had the best luck with Dom.

I'll knock 20 grand
-off the purchase price.
-Sold.

Thank you.
It'll mean a lot to her.

I know it will, but
your mother makes me nervous.

Last time I trusted her, I ended
up costarring in a sex tape.

Really don't need to remind me.

That is all for today.

Need to get a few
more treatments in

before we find out if the
tumor is shrinking or not.

How do you feel?

I'm okay.

-Hopeful, actually.
-Good.

Thank you for this.

For helping me keep it all
from Blake.

It's not gonna
get any easier.

The treatment or
keeping it a secret.

The side effects can be

pretty severe-- fatigue, nausea,

even hair loss.

I can handle it.

That's what wigs are for.

Blake is going to notice.

I know you're strong, but...

you're gonna have
to tell him soon.

I know. I'm just waiting
for the right moment.

It's not gonna be an easy thing
for him to process.

Hey, partner. Have a seat.

We've got club business
to discuss.

I wish I could, but
Fallon made me work out

with her this morning, and
I have no feeling in my legs.

What's this?

A list of potential replacement
contractors for the renovation

now that you've let Leo go.

Great. We'll set something up
for the next week or two.

Step ahead of you. I've already
scheduled the appointments.

-No time to waste, right?
-Right.

Totally. No time.

But you know,
we should still

keep Leo's crew
in consideration.

He deserves a fair shot.

Especially with his city council
connections that can help us.

I guess, but I really
don't think he's our guy.

A lot of these new people
have connections,

and come highly recommended
at almost half the price.

Well, you know what they say.
Half the price, double the time.

Am I right?

I-I got to go ice
my thighs. I...

Oh. It's not Soho House,

but it should suit
my needs just fine.

Alexis, the club isn't open
for business or your needs.

That's where
you're wrong.

This place is perfect
for a luncheon

I am hosting this weekend
for my dear friend, Elsie Von.

She's flying in from
New York for Fashion Week.

Naturally, I assume a
family discount applies?

We're not family.

You and Fallon were
engaged. Close enough.

Sorry that didn't
work out, by the way.

I already rented
the place out to Dominique.

What possible use
could she have for it?

Does she need a bigger space
to contemplate her empty life?

Some fashion show she's having
for her new clothing line.

Oh, please. That woman couldn't
design a decent hand towel.

Is this about her pajamas?

No, it's the real thing.

From what I hear,
she's got some good stuff.

So I get why you'd be jealous.

Jealous?

Oh, please. I haven't been
jealous since the early '90s.

I can get dressed up
and traipse around here

just as easily as she can.

Maybe.

But you don't have
some big fashion buyer

named Clark Hoffman

interested in you
like she does.

So, sorry. Can't help you.

-And I want those little fish
from Japan. You know,

the ones that pick all the dead
skin off your feet? I was...

Liam?

Liam? Are you okay?

Fallon.

Sorry. I was, uh...

I was trying to
remember a name.

Oh. Well, I thought you weren't
coming home until tonight.

I mean, I had
a whole thing planned.

Massage tables
haven't even arrived yet.

Yeah. No, I-I took
a red-eye last minute.

I have big news.

So I followed up with
that lead from Washington,

which led to a former
broker in New York,

and then, she mentioned
that her old boss used...

Okay, okay, take a breath.

You're Beautiful Mind-ing
a little bit.

Tell me the abridged version.

Corinne was right.

The insider-trading ring
is still running,

and I know
who the mastermind is.

Uh, here we go.

Georgia Senator Bill North.

Now, I have a transcript
of a call between his office

and an informant,
basically confirming it.

Well, that all sounds great,
while also giving me a headache.

But I have some
chocolate-covered strawberries

and a whole lot
of pent-up sexual energy

that I think
might solve the problem.

I haven't told you
the craziest part.

Crazier than whatever it was
you were just talking about?

My dad wasn't part
of the ring anymore.

He was trying to expose it,

and that's when
North had him killed.

Whoa. That's...
Do you have proof?

I mean, you can't just
-accuse a senator of murder.
-No.

I know. That's why
I came home early.

Oh, hey.

Hey. Where are you off to?

Um, the clinic. Something
came up with a patient.

Oh, that's too bad.

I was thinking we could
have lunch together.

Nothing too serious, I hope?

We're trying this new
experimental treatment,

and I have no idea whether
or not it's gonna work.

It's just so frustrating.

For my patient.

Yeah, I'm sure. Hey,
listen, my car's waiting.

Why don't I give you
a ride to the clinic?

Oh, that's all right.

I wouldn't want you
to make a detour just for me.

Hey, is everything okay?

You've been a little
distant lately.

-Talk to me.
Everything's fine.

I-I... I can't ride
with you because, um...

Because she's-she's coming
with me.

Uh, I'm heading to the hospital

anyway, and...

I asked Cristal to ride shotgun,
spend a little

bonding time
with my stepmother.

Oh, well, I'm a little surprised

to see the two of you
getting along

so well lately, but

it's nice... I think.

I'll see you tonight.

So I guess you still haven't
found the perfect time?

Have you slept
or showered?

I'm getting concerned.

Yeah, but check this out.

I got a copy of the senator's
tax return at my meeting.

North donated 100 grand to
Paul Sabino's charity foundation

two days after my father's body
was found.

-Sabino's a known criminal.
-So what are you saying?

I'm saying North wasn't donating
to charity.

I bet this is how he paid Sabino
to have my father killed.

Okay, hold on.

I mean, that's a bit of a leap,
don't you think?

Unless you have some proof
that I haven't seen yet,

I don't think that's enough
to go public with.

No, it's not.
I-I know that.

Okay, good. Well,
maybe you need a break.

I mean, you've been
going at this nonstop.

What I need is correspondence
between the two.

Now, if I can establish
a personal connection

between the two, it'll be enough

to open
an official investigation.

Well, unless
you have his personal computer,

I don't know how
you're gonna get that.

You know, unless he keeps
a key under his doormat

and a sticky-note on his desk
with his password written on it.

That was one time,
and it was my Netflix password.

Which Sam still
uses to this day.

Check this out.

The senator is having
a campaign fundraising event

at his mansion today.

So I'll find a way into
the party, access his computer,

get the proof I need.

That sounds like a terrible
idea for so many reasons.

Yeah, maybe, but I need
to see this through.

Okay, fine. Fine, I'll help you.

Yes, but once
this is done,

if it turns out
that you're wrong,

you have to promise me
that you'll drop this.

Okay, I miss you,
and I'm starting

to worry that this is getting
unhealthy, and not just for me.

I promise.

So what are you thinking?

Well, neither one of us can risk
putting our real names

on that guest list
without raising suspicion.

Okay. So what's the plan?

It's time for someone to pay you
back for all that free Netflix.

May I help you?

I'm actually here to help you.

I'm Rachel,
Clark Hoffman's assistant.

I just came by to drop
off a little swag-bag

with some of our new products,
courtesy of Clark.

Oh, come in!

That's so nice.

He always sends a little
something to potential clients.

Is something wrong?

Oh, no. Not at all. Everything
looks great. It's just...

Well, it's really
not my place.

Oh, now you have to tell me.
I'll be worrying all night.

Okay. It's just...

your designs are a little...

uncomplicated.

I think of them
as classic, elegant.

Which can be good,
but between us,

lately, Clark has been
favoring clothes with more...

panache, you know?

Frills, sparkle, something
that makes a statement.

Oh. I didn't know that.

Look, it's just
something I've noticed.

But there's really no rush
on sending in those photos.

Bye now.

Mr. Carrington, hi.

-How are you these days?
-I am feeling good today, Emma.

Would you tell
Mrs. Carrington I'm here?

I thought I'd surprise her

with lunch
from her favorite Thai place.

Oh, I think
there must have been a mix-up.

Mrs. Carrington hasn't been here
all day.

Oh, what do you mean? She's
at the clinic. She told me...

Did you get the invitation?

Yes, per Fallon's
very specific instructions,

I donated the maximum
legal amount

to Senator North's campaign,

which got me an immediate invite
to the fundraiser.

You owe me, big-time.

Send me an invoice.

So basically, Liam just has

to go in there,
wearing a hat

and some glasses, pretend
to be Sammy Jo for five minutes,

and sneak around
before anyone notices a thing.

-Did you forward the evite?
-I did.

-A few minutes ago.
-Thank you both.

This really means
a lot to me.

Just be careful, okay?

I mean, just because
these people don't know

who Sammy Jo is,
they're still dangerous.

And they could... Go for Sam.

-Don't... Me!
-Hi, Deborah.

Yes.

I understand,
but what if...

Oh, okay.

Okay, got it.
Thank you.

That was the
North campaign.

They didn't rescind the
invitation, did they?

No, but they said
I need a photo ID

to get in, and that tickets are

strictly nontransferable.

It's like they were
listening to us.

Or reading your email.

They called right after
Sammy forwarded that to you.

That can't be a coincidence.

Please don't take this
the wrong way,

but I am starting to think you
may not actually be so crazy.

♪ I want to feel good...

Watch out, ladies!
Ice queen coming in!

You bought an ice version
of yourself?

Is Jeff footing the bill
for all of this?

I'm not dependent
on my son's financial support.

The royalties from my new line
will be more than enough

to cover the expenses.

So you're just maxing out
your credit cards?

Don't you know the expression

of putting all of your eggs
on one runway?

If the basket is Clark Hoffman,

and the eggs are my designs,
then, yes, I do.

Do you even understand
what you're talking about?

Oh, perfect.
Listen and learn, Michael.

Dominique Deveraux.

Hello, Ms. Deveraux.

This is Cheryl
from Clark Hoffman's office.

Hi there! So when can we expect
Clark to arrive this afternoon?

Oh, unfortunately, Clark won't
be able to attend your show.

What? May I ask why?

I'm sorry. He just feels
your line isn't right

for the marketplace
at this time.

Clark tends to favor more...
um, elegant simplicity?

But you told me
he wanted panache.

Me?

I didn't tell you anything.

We've never spoken before.

Then who was in my loft?
Was it his other assistant?

I'm not good with names.

I'm Clark's only assistant.
Sorry.

Oh.

You poor thing.

What are you doing here?

I was just looking for Sam.
An issue with my minibar.

I couldn't help but overhear
that your little runway show is

dead on arrival.

If you had something
to do with this...

How did they get
into his account?

Well, whoever hacked

into your company servers
wasn't going after you.

They were clearly looking
for Liam.

Do you have a
Fallon Unlimited email account?

Yeah, from when I worked there,
but I don't use it.

Everything just forwards
to my regular account.

Which is exactly
what they wanted.

Going through Fallon's company

to get to you was a genius way
to go unnoticed.

These guys are good.

Like, U.S. government good?

-Okay.

Can't you do some sort
of a reverse-hack,

you know, to Senator
North's computer?

-You're kidding, right?
-Ah.

But this is preloaded
with a program I wrote myself.

Plug this in, one click,
and it'll download everything

on his computer
in just a few minutes.

If you can get that far.

-Good luck with it all.
Thank you.

Thanks.

If this man
really is responsible

for my father's death...

Then you have
to see it through. I know.

But I am not letting you
do this alone.

We just have

to figure out another way
into this fundraiser.

Right aileron.

Check. Propeller okay.

Tires?

Sir?

Oh, yeah.
Those tires are fine.

There are still chocks
on the front wheel.

Could be a very short flight.

You know, maybe today's not such
a good day to fly.

Who knows what
the weather's like up there?

Well, maybe we could find out.

If this is about Daisy, I assure
you, nothing is going to happen.

It has nothing to do
with her, all right?

I'm just a little distracted,
that's all.

Cristal's lying to me.

-About what?
-I'm not sure.

But after her fling
with that priest,

my mind is all over the place.

I just...

I need to get
to the bottom of it.

Yeah.

I got a call from
one of your models.

We had drinks the other
night, so she had my, uh...

Not important. She said
you told everyone to go home?

Show's canceled.
Clark's not coming,

and without him,
there's no point.

What? Clark didn't like
the clothes?

He never saw them.
At least not the real ones.

I was sabotaged, and I think
I know who was behind it.

Look, forget about that
for a second, okay?

You started this to
honor your mother.

And when Monica and I
were growing up,

Grandma Lo always supported us,
unless we gave up.

Then you've never seen such
a sweet woman get so vicious.

Yes, I got some of that
as a kid, too.

If you really want

to honor her memory, don't quit.

Find another way
to get your clothes seen.

You're right.

Call your model girlfriend.

If Clark won't come to my show,

I'll just have

to take it to a buyer who will.

Yes.

-Thanks. We'll be in touch.
-Mm.

Well?

She seems to know her stuff,
and the price is fair.

I don't know. A girl
contractor, really?

I think it's "woman,"
and I also think it's 2021.

But... then how about Phillip?

He was fine, but I mean, what
about that sweater?

We can't hire a
contractor with no taste.

When I was talking
to Leo, he...

What is it with you and Leo?

Are you guys related?
Is he your uncle?

Truth is, when I went
to fire Leo like we discussed,

he kind of...

threatened me.

-He threatened you?
-Yes. Not with, like,

bodily harm. He just implied
that unless we hire his crew,

he'll make sure
our project never makes it

onto the city council calendar
for approval.

Why didn't you just
tell me this?

I wanted to,
but I was embarrassed

-that I got us into this mess.
-Hey.

Bro, we are partners.

We handle problems together.

Now you set up a meeting
for the three of us.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

What if he calls his guy
at the city council office?

He's just acting tough.
When I worked for Ada Stone,

I met guys like him
all the time.

They back down
once you call them on it.

He's not gonna
bully us around.

I got important friends, too.

Okay, drink
plenty of water.

-Easy. Easy.
-Sorry.

-Huh?
-Oh.

I'm okay. Really, I-I just

need a minute.

Cristal,

being brave is not gonna shrink
this tumor any faster.

If you're already
feeling the effects

of this after a few treatments,
it's going to be impossible

to hide it from Blake
for much longer.

What if we tell
him together?

-Would that be easier?
-No.

It's something
I have to do on my own.

I know that.
I'm just waiting for the...

Perfect time.

Cristal, there is
-no perfect time.
-I'll figure it out.

I really think you need to talk
to someone... besides me.

You're-you're not talking
to your family, and-and...

Can you please just stop?

It's none of your business
who I talk to about this.

When we're here,
you're just my doctor.

That's all.

Just pretend you don't know
anything else about me.

And I will tell Blake
when I'm good and ready.

♪ Who knows what this is
in the sky? ♪

♪ I know you think, but you
don't know but you'll find out ♪

♪ That you don't really
know a thing ♪

♪ All of the filters,
smoke and mirrors ♪

♪ You gonna see that things
ain't always what they seem ♪

♪ What you see, what you say.♪

Hmm. I got to say, this
undercover look is pretty sexy.

You've got a whole
Clark Kent thing going on.

I can wear them again tonight
-when we get home.
-Mm.

But I'm gonna head
to the senator's office.

You know what to do?

If I see the senator,
I will let you know.

Just make sure
your earpiece is working.

What?

Little spy humor. I'm out.

So I slapped him.

And I said, "Antoni,
if you can't behave,

I'm just gonna have to put
you at the kids' table."

Yes, that story
still kills me

no matter how many times
you tell it.

Elsie, did I ever tell you
about the time I was arrested

in Turks and...?May I present your

Clothing by Dom-Mystique!

♪ Show up in the limousine

♪ Now got to save my money
for security ♪

♪ Got a stalker walking
up and down the street ♪

♪ Says he's Satan
and he looked at me ♪

♪ About as secret
as when I was 17 ♪

♪ Haven't had a party
since I got the keys ♪

♪ And pretty boy,
pretty girls, they... ♪

Miss Von, enjoying the show?

What do you think you're doing?

I'm Dominique Deveraux.
Big fan.

I know you're one
of the top buyers

in the country, and I know
your time is valuable,

but instead of making you go

to a fashion show,
I brought one to you.

What do you think?

-Very impressive.
-Seriously?

I do love how
you stripped down the excess,

and the triadic
scheme is...

striking.

Striking.

I could definitely sell this
to several high-end retailers

as a luxury seasonal collection.

So you mean you'll buy the line?

You can't be serious.

I recognize talent
when I see it.

You have something here.

And I'll have a few suggestions
and changes,

but I think
we can work together.

I'm on my break.

Ugh.

Mrs. North. Hey.

-How y'all doing?
It's nice to see you.

Liam?

The Eagle has landed.

What?
North's headed inside.
Are you done?

No, I had to start up
his computer first.

Who actually shuts down
their computer?

Just stall him.

How?

I don't know.
This was your plan, remember?

Uh...

Adam, is that you?

Would you come in here
for a second?

Sit down.

If it's all the same to you,

I'd rather go change.
It's been a long day.

You need to tell me what's
going on with Cristal right now.

-I don't know what you mean.
-Come on. Cut the crap.

I know she didn't go
to the clinic today.

She's hiding something,
and you're covering for her.

What is it?

Father,
if you're having problems

with your wife, you should
probably talk to her about it.

She's keeping secrets again.

And the last time I ignored
the signs, I almost lost her,

which is why
I need your help, son.

Please.

There's no one else
in her life, but,

hypothetically speaking, if
she'd seen me as her physician,

I wouldn't be able to break
doctor-patient confidentiality.

I'm gonna leave my stuff
here and make some tea.

When I come back
in a few minutes,

this file is going
back in my case.

Okay.

Um, excuse me, Senator?

Hi. Daphne Green. I don't
believe we've had the pleasure.

Oh, Ms. Green,
how nice to meet you.

But the party's outside.

I just need to pop
into my office for a moment

to get something,
so I'll see you out there.

Oh, your office is right there?

Um, I was hoping
that we could,

you know, grab a drink and talk

about starting a political
action committee to raise

some money for
your campaign.

I was thinking-- I don't know--

maybe, um, a million dollars
in seed money?

Daphne, was it?

I always have time for a drink
with a constituent.

Uh, Senator, a word?

Oh, Daphne, this is my chief
of staff, Katy Lofflan. Katy,

Daphne here was just discussing
a PAC that she wants to start.

So let's all go downstairs,
you know?

Let's grab a drink,
and talk about PACs, man.

Sir, I need to speak
to you in your office.

Uh, excuse me, won't you?

Okay. I guess we're all going
into your office.

Did everybody hear that? We're
going to the office right now.

-Uh-oh.
Senator,

this is Liam Ridley,
John Lowden's son.

He tripped the silent alarm
sneaking in here, and

we caught him trying to download
information from your computer.

What do you mean
he snuck in? How?

Well, he did have some help

from his wife,
Fallon Carrington.

Well, this is awkward.

Hi, babe.

You can lie all you want.
We know the truth.

When my father tried
to expose you

for insider trading,
you had him taken out.

Okay, I think that's enough.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe we should go.

No, you're not
going anywhere.

Oh, I want to hear this.

What exactly
are you accusing me of?

I have a transcript
of an interview

from a former employee of yours,

and it's pretty damn clear that
this office would do anything

to save itself from getting
caught in that scandal.

So, you are accusing
a sitting U.S. senator

of murder? You know, we could
have you arrested right now.

No, you just
gave the order.

You let Sabino do
your dirty work for you.

You think Louis Sabino
killed your father on my orders?

Well, why else would you
have paid him

a hundred grand just
after Liam's dad died?

Because he runs
a cancer foundation.

One to which I donate
every year.

Well, maybe he kills someone
for you every year.

Okay, I think we're done here.
I need to get back

to my guests.
Katy, will you, uh...?No, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Wait, wait, wait.

I mean, what
about the hacking?

We know that you
guys have been

reading Liam's emails, so
how do you explain that?

I can explain.

Our security team
has been monitoring

Mr. Ridley's email account,

but only after
he started stalking the senator.

-No.
-We deemed him
a credible threat,

and so, we got a warrant
for some limited surveillance.

Oh, I'm the threat?

And I'm supposed to believe

that my father just fell off
that boat and drowned?

Liam, your father and I
were friends,

but we both know that he made
some questionable choices.

When the SEC came after him,

things got very,
very dark, right?

But there was no conspiracy,
no murder.

Just a broken man
and a tragic accident.

I know it would be easier
if you could blame someone.

Now, because
of who you are,

I'm going to ask security
to escort you

off the premises,

and we'll forget
this ever happened.

Unless you'd rather go to jail.

No, no, no.
We're okay.

Thank you,
Senator. Come on.

Oh, and Ms. Carrington...

...I'll be looking forward
to that donation.

Yeah. That was kind of
more Daphne's idea, but okay.

Yup, you'll have it
by the end of the week.

Hi there.

What's wrong?

I know about the tumor, Cristal.
I'm so sorry.

Blake,

how do you

even...? Adam.

No, Adam didn't
tell me anything.

I saw your medical file
in his bag, and I'm glad I did.

-Are you okay?
-Well,

I have cancer,

so I'm not great.

You should have
-told me about this.
-Excuse me?

I'm your husband.
You should have told me.

Well, this isn't
about you, Blake.

No, it's not.
It's about us being partners,

or at least
we're supposed to be.

There wasn't anything to tell.

I'm trying
these experimental treatments,

and I didn't want you to worry.

Should have had a conversation
about this.

This is life and death,
and you completely cut me out.

Now might be too late
for me to do anything.

This is exactly why
I didn't tell you.

Because you try to take charge
and make it all about you.

How is me trying
to save your life a bad thing?

Where are you going?

I can't talk to you when
you're being irrational.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Am I not being rational

after finding out
my wife is dying?

I need to go.

Sure, you just run away

when things get tough,
just like always.

Well, how'd it go?
Was Elsie Von impressed?

It went perfectly.

She made me an offer
for the line.

That's incredible.
Congratulations.

-I turned her down.
-What?

You know, just when I think
I understand you...

Talking to you about Lo
made me take another look

at her sketchbook.

She designed
beautiful pieces,

but mostly, she made clothes
for you and Monica.

Yeah. Since we couldn't keep up

with the other rich kids
at school,

she decided
she'd make 'em herself

and told us
to call them "custom."

Elsie already wanted to charge
a fortune in high-end stores.

Isn't that the goal?

I thought it was,
but now I realize it's not.

That's not what Mom wanted.

She designed clothes
for everyone.

I want to do the same.

Wow. That's, uh,
so not like you.

Maybe I am growing.

I mean, Elsie also wanted
to make some design changes

that were
hideous, so now,

I just need to find
an affordable manufacturer

that can keep the cost down.

Let me do it.

Maybe it's time Colby Co.

gets in the fashion game.

Jeff, I'm not asking
you for money.

Which is exactly why I offered.

And this way,
we can keep it in the family.

I think
Lo would have liked that.

She would have loved it,

just like I do.

-Can I get you a plate?
-Nope.

Rough night.

Found out
-what Cristal's been hiding.
-I know.

And so does anyone within
a two-mile radius, I'm afraid.

-I'm sorry.
-Thought I was prepared
for anything.

Didn't expect
to be so hurt and angry.

-It surprised me.
-I think

your reaction was stronger
than you expected

for other reasons, as well.

What are you talking about?

It's not enough
-for Cristal to be sick?
-Yes.

But you're afraid of losing
someone you love... again.

There's a reason why

you can't get back
in the cockpit.

Being around those planes
again must remind you of her.

Anders... The accident was awful.

Daisy was your girlfriend, yes,

but she was also
a trained pilot.

Well, that doesn't change
-what happened.
-The crash

wasn't your fault.
It was a force of nature.

You may have been
flying the plane,

but there was nothing
you could've done.

Her death was just
a tragedy.

There are things that even
Blake Carrington can't control.

It feels like I'm back
in the pilot's seat again,

watching the plane go down,
helpless.

That's because you are.

Not your best pep talk.

You can't stop Cristal
from dying.

But you can at least be
by her side.

If you're scared, imagine
what she's going through.

As Sam told you,
we appreciate your offer

to help us
with the construction permits.

Happy to do it.

-Anything for a client.
-Unfortunately, we won't

be able to hire your crew.

I understand
that means

we'll lose
your connections,

but we'll navigate
the city council ourselves.

It's nothing personal.

Sounds personal.

Especially since I explained
the situation pretty clearly

to your partner here.

You were clear, yes.

-He told me about
your threats.

Sounds a lot
like racketeering to me.

I got an idea.

Why don't we call the new
chief of police?

-See what he thinks?
-The police chief?

An old friend.
Atlantix season ticket holder.

I know people.

You didn't see that coming,
did you?

Leo?

Hey, Chief, just checking in,

making sure we're still on
for dinner this week.

As long as you're still paying.

Of course.

-Give my best to Sandy.
I will.

-See you in a few days.
See you then.

I know people, too.

Here's the thing.

You may own this club,
but I'm running the show.

Which means
you will be using my crew.

Is that going
to be a problem?

I think we can work with that.

How about you, tough guy?

Yeah. I'm good.

Whew.

Glad that's settled.

Hey, what's with
the sad faces?

We're like family now.

This place is going
to look amazing when we're done.

My guys are the best.

See you Monday.

That went well.

-Now what?
-I don't know.

Next time you want
to hire an organized crime boss,

a little heads-up would be nice.

Sorry. I just wanted
to check in.

I heard you and Blake fight,
and I just want to explain.

You don't have
to explain anything.

Blake had to find out
sooner or later.

I just wish I'd listened
to you in the first place.

I have some good news.

The treatment seems
to be working.

-Really?
-Somewhat, yes.

The tumor hasn't shrunk enough
yet to operate, but

if things keep progressing
like this, I'm optimistic

we can remove it safely.

I wish I shared your optimism.

I get that.

This is real progress.

I'll, um...
I'll leave you guys to it.

Blake, I...

Can we start over again?

I just want
to be here for you.

I got angry because, um...

...I'm terrified by the thought
of losing you again.

And apparently, dealing with
loss is not one of my strengths.

That makes two of us.

I should have told you
what was going on,

but that would've meant
admitting this is real,

and that scares me.

Yeah, I know. I know.

I'm scared, too. I am.

But you and I are gonna
tackle this thing together.

Okay?

Okay.

But that's a problem
for tomorrow.

What do you say
we live a little tonight, huh?

I have an 1811 bottle
of Château d'Yquem

that I paid six figures for

which I've been saving
for a special night.

Let's make that night tonight.

What are you doing?

That was a setback,
but I just got a reply

from another informant
who said he has North's

old BlackBerry,
so if-if I can just...

Stop it.
You can't be serious.

I want my husband back.

You promised me
-you would drop this.
-Yes.

Once the investigation is over.

It's not over, Fallon.

Yes, it is!

Liam, enough is enough.

You have to accept
that you were wrong.

And I know you don't want
to hear that, but...

Every crazy scheme of yours,
I have always had your back.

And-and now
that I am trying

to exonerate my murdered father,

what, you're just giving up
on me?

I do have your back.

That is what I am trying

to explain to you.

Your father

was not murdered,
and we don't know

what he's guilty of.
He wasn't exactly a saint.

But you cannot rewrite history.

You are searching for an answer
that is not there!

I'm not giving up on this.

You need to accept reality.

The only reason
you are not giving up

is because you don't want
to admit that you failed.

But if you want
to keep making things up,

and you want to live
in a fantasy world, that's fine,

but maybe you should go back
to writing fiction.

I got to go.

Liam...

You have some nerve,

embarrassing me in front
of my friends like that

with your little game
of dress-up.

Save it.

I know you sabotaged me.

You hired that fake

Clark Hoffman assistant,
but it didn't work.

You failed... as usual.

Oh, Dominique, sometimes I wish
I lived in your fantasy world.

As soon as Michael told me
he had mentioned Clark to you,

it didn't take long for me
to put the pieces together.

Is there a point to this,
or are you just lonely?

The point is,

I know your secret.

And if you ever try this again,
I'll use it.

I wonder how
Fallon would react,

knowing you've been hiding her
half-sibling all these years?

She would probably be upset.

But not nearly as upset as
your children when they find out

you're still married and
haven't stopped lying to them.

I already told you,
I made that up to... Yes.

To bait me, but I didn't
buy that, so I looked into it.

And what do you know?

You are still married

to Mr. Brady Lloyd.

And to think,

just when you and Jeff were
finally getting along,

another betrayal.

I should have left you
in the bottom of that mine.

Probably, but you didn't.

Which means you better watch who
you mess with moving forward.

I think we're done here.

Well, I just need a few
more solo flying hours,

and then I'm done.

And Anders is qualified
-to be an instructor?
-Yeah.

I think he flew in one
of the World Wars or something.

Anyway,

once I get my license,

you and I can fly anywhere
we want.

-Just the two of us.
-That sounds nice.

Yeah.

Mm. Sorry.

Mm. Just got
a little woozy.

Give me just a second.

Oh, Cristal!

Help! Help!

Hey.

Are you...?

Get off me!

Get off!