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Previously on Dynasty...

NARRATOR:
If you drove a car today,

charged your cell phone,
or made breakfast,

chances are Carrington Atlantic
had something to do with it.

FALLON:
Oh, my God.
(gasps)

Hi, Daddy.
This is Cristal, my fiancé.

My dad said "get to know her,"
so that's what I need you to do.

MATTHEW: Just tell me what
you want me to say.
Good-bye.

CRISTAL: Steven, this is my
nephew, Sammy Jo.
Sam.

CRISTAL:
Your father offered me

the COO position.

That was supposed to be mine.

Are you the black sheep
of your family, too?
No. She is.

I know everything.

I have another investment
opportunity for you.

With Jeff's backing,
I will be

chief executive officer
of Carrington Windbriar,

your new competition.

Bill Prather has a
massive site for sale.

Windbriar. You heard of it?

I thought you guys
were interested in

what's above ground,
not under it.

If Carrington's
gonna buy the land,

he's gonna cover his bases.

It was no accident!

You killed my husband!

*

(siren whoops)

* You own the money

* You control the witness

* I hear you're lonely

* Don't monkey
with my business *

* You pay the profits

* To justify the reasons

* I heard your promise

* But I don't believe it

* That's why I'll do it again

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *
Hi.
Hey.

* Ooh-ooh

* Notorious...

Nice to see you again.

If I recall,
you take your sugar

with just a
spot of coffee.
(chuckles)

I'll get that started.

Stansfield?
I haven't see him

since he helped
clear you of your--

What was it? A DUI charge?

That was you.

The week after he got you
off for indecent exposure.

When have I ever
looked indecent?

Maybe Dad will actually
make his honeymoon now.

Where is he?

In with his lawyers.

OFFICER REED:
So you accused Blake Carrington
of killing your husband,

but you refuse to back that up
or elaborate on it.

I just know it
wasn't an accident.
Okay.

Steven worked
with Matthew.

While I was still
at the company.

He knows what his father
is capable of.

Blake will keep people quiet
one way or another.

That's why he's
holding me here.

(scoffs)

We were concerned
about her driving home,

given her condition.

I'm not sure
what she said,

but last year Claudia
had a car accident.

It left her with
impaired memory,

paranoia, delusions.

Sounds like you're telling me
to disregard her allegations.

Just want your notes to
reflect the full story.

Also the fact that she's popping
benzos like breath mints.

Hey.

Well, you're very calm.

So you either don't think
your father did it,

or my aunt married into an
entire family of psychopaths.

Stick around
to find out.

Need a place
to stay tonight?

Your butler put
me in a room,

but I'm happy
to come to yours.

Don't call
Anders a butler;

he prefers majordomo.

And don't come
to my room.

I'll find you.

*

* Notorious.

MONICA:
So what are they saying
about the accident?

I know it's gauche in the wake

of a man's death, but I feel
like one little decapitation

shouldn't blow
the whole deal.

Hold on.

You two actually bought

that wind farm
before the explosion?

We started negotiations.

Maybe I shouldn't
have quit my job

and told my dad
to go shove it.

Hey. It's the smartest thing
you've ever done.

(clears throat)

You need me?

Culhane, can you bring Jeff's
car around and escort them out?

The estate is crawling
with paparazzi.

Let's get you out of here.

FALLON:
Thank you for coming.

Are you kidding?

Come for a marriage
and get a murder mystery.

It's like the escape
room of weddings.

Except it wasn't a murder.
Mm-hmm.

Colby, what are you
still doing at my house?

Trying to leave.
I warned you

you were getting in
over your head

buying that little wind farm.

Now look what you dragged
my daughter into.

For the record,
I dragged him.

But thanks for
the advice, Blake.

You did warn us about making
that purchase, didn't you?

Almost as if you knew
something was going to happen.

Let's get in the office.

There she is.

Atlanta Police Chief
Aaron Stansfield,

this is Cristal Flores.

"Carrington" now,
isn't it?

I can hardly keep up.

Chief Stansfield's gonna
help us sort through all this.

I see.

Most brides worry about
rain on their wedding day.

Shall we?

We are gonna get
through this together.

And I know
that you know this,

but the less that you say
about Matthew, the better.

(quietly):
All right.

Stansfield:
Here's what I can tell you.

Detectives at the scene

think there was a malfunction
with the thumper truck.

The blast seriously
injured Blaisdel,

and a shard struck
the wind turbine--

that sealed the deal.

But the faulty truck

was Carrington Atlantic
owned and operated.

Legal has assured me
I'm covered.

This is what
we have insurance for.
CRISTAL: Insurance?

Blake, a man died.

BLAKE: Yeah. And if I don't
put my emotions aside,

this family will
bleed billions.

BLAKE: Now, I have
a responsibility

to our investors...
FALLON:
You also have a horde

of press outside
waiting for a statement.

Luckily, your head of PR
is sitting right here.

Who better to announce
the victim?

I'll handle the statement.

That's a terrible idea.

I agree.
PR should handle.

Can I get a minute
with my family, please?

(whispering):
Cristal.

I feel for you.
Honestly, I do.

I mean, you must be exhausted,

having to take on
so many roles

in one day--

COO, wife, mistress,

widow?

Or will you leave Claudia
that scrap?

That's enough.

I'm sorry, have I
missed something?

Oh, just that Cristal was
screwing the dead guy.

His wife is right outside.

Didn't stop you before.

STEVEN:
When was this?

It was before
we were together.

I assume Claudia doesn't know?

Surely she would have
led with that.

FALLON:
Congratulations, Cristal.

BLAKE:
Fallon...

That means you
got away with it.

(broken glass tinkling)
WOMAN: Oh.
MAN: My word.

Aw, Daddy, you missed.

We are not doing this
right now.

Everyone will be
pulling us apart over this,

so we need to come together
to protect our family.

You mean our business.

BLAKE and FALLON:
Same thing.

You wanted her to be your COO.

Let's see what
she's made of.

(overlapping chatter)

(flashes, camera shutters
clicking)

On behalf of Carrington
Atlantic,

it is with great sadness
we announce that today,

in a tragic accident
still being investigated,

we lost our top geologist
and respected field engineer,

Matthew Blaisdel.

(giggles)

I love you.

Our entire company
mourns this loss,

and our thoughts and prayers
are with his wife, Claudia.

So, even though we're hearing

that this is a murder
investigation...

MAN: My source is also saying
that police were

treating this as a homicide.

(overlapping chatter)

I love you, Cristal Flores.

(reporters shouting)
MAN: Mrs. Carrington.
Mrs. Carrington!

Mrs. Carrington.
Mrs. Carrington.

Any idea why someone would
want to kill Mr. Blaisdel?

Is it true? Murdered?

(onlookers gasping)

Morning, starshine.

You're chipper today.

Oh, just catching
up on news.

"Head Over Heels at
Carrington Manor."

"Down Goes the Bride."

"Carrington PR Flop."

Quick question:
is there a cactus

where your heart should be?

What's up your ass
this morning?

Hey...

Mm. Never mind.

Oh, I didn't realize you
had a sleepover, Steven.

You know what they say--

nothing like murder
to get you in the mood.

Fallon, this is Sam.
Cristal's nephew.

I assumed you two
met yesterday.

Nope. Quick work, Steve.
Well done.

Well, let us know
when to expect

the rest of your family
so the kitchen can be prepared.

BLAKE: Have you seen
Cristal this morning?

STEVEN: Not yet.
Only in the news.

Don't worry, I'm leaving.
Jeff's expecting me.

I need to talk to you
first-- both of you.

Oh, I'm just gonna get
one more croissant.

BLAKE: Did you
think it appropriate

to have a guest over?
That's Cristal's nephew.

Right.
She mentioned that.

Look, I'm expecting to
hear from Stansfield today

about the investigation--

I want to make sure
we're all on the same page.

What page is that, exactly?

Mine. Meet me
in the green room.

*

Flaquita.

You have to eat something.

No.

When you said things
were complicated here,

I had no idea.
(chuckles)

You loved him,
didn't you?

Not like I love Blake.

But Matthew was the one
you told me about.

Listen, Sam, you can
stay here, but...

you can't do this.

Do what?

Thank God I'm here
is what you should be saying.

Who can you talk to here?

Huh? Who else knows you?

Well, no one,
obviously,

or else they wouldn't
have sent you out

to announce your
ex-lover's death.

They knew.

Cristal, can you join us?

Come, Bo.

BLAKE:
Last night was a fiasco.

But we got through it.

All right, the photos
weren't bad.

Unconscious
is a good look for you.

BLAKE:
Not today.

All right?

I've been thinking about it,
and we need to present

a united front
to the police and the press.

Which means
eliminating

anything that
might undermine that,

starting with that photo
you sent me, Fallon,

of Cristal
and Matthew.

Because it proves
that Cristal killed him?

Because it risks
damaging her reputation.

Erasing anything makes it look
like we're destroying evidence.

It's not evidence. It's
sensitive family information.

I'm with Cristal on this one.
I mean, why should I have to

cover up the fact
that she's a homewrecker?

And who's to say
she didn't kill Matthew?

CRISTAL: Fallon,
you had someone

spying on him
two days before his death.

STEVEN: Plus,
they think that someone

rigged the thumper truck
to cause the explosion,

and you have access

to Carrington
Atlantic vehicles.

And what motive?

To tank the value of the
wind farm so that you and Jeff

could buy it out
from under Dad as revenge

for him promoting Cristal to COO

instead of you.

That's fair.

BLAKE: Now, whoever you
got to take that photo--

I don't want to know--

just erase your tracks.

We need to eliminate
any traces of Matthew

beyond his employment
at Carrington Atlantic.

What you saw
last night--

that is the downside
of being a Carrington.

The upside...

is that we will
go to the ends of the earth

to protect each other.

'Cause you can
only trust family.

*

*

*

Oh, God!

Oh!
God, I'm s...

Oh, my God,
I'm so sorry.

Take this.
What? No, I can't
take your sweater.

MATTHEW: Are you kidding me?
So sweet.

I'm Matthew.

Matthew Blaisdel.

(door opens)

Hairspray's a more effective
weapon when it's set aflame.

Good to know.

What are you doing here?

Blake felt you should
have some support

during this delicate task.

Support or enforcement?

Anything that needs
to be removed,

I can take it
off your hands.

As you know,
you're not good

at covering your own tracks.

If you have something to say
to me, you should just say it.

'Cause I'm starting to think
that you're just bluffing.

Otherwise, why not tell Blake?

It would break his heart.

And, for now,

I think you could be
quite good for us.

You spin scandal for a living.

That's a valuable skill set
for a Carrington.

If only you could master it.

(door opens)

(phone buzzes)

(door closes)

FALLON: Knock, knock.
I need you

to do something for me.

Oh. Name the position.

Business first.

Mm-hmm.

It seems I am stuck
cleaning up Cristal's mess.

What mess?

Remember that
little photo of her

you sent me the other
day? With Matthew?

You mean when you
had me follow her.

Well, in light
of yesterday's events,

I think it's best
that none of us

are caught hanging on
to that photo.

My dad is meeting
with the police today,

and I'm just not sure they'll
understand how innocent it is.

You deleted it, right?

Of course.

I never doubted you.
Obviously.

I used a disposable phone.

And I trashed it...

right after I sent it...

to your encrypted account.

What did you do with it?

Well, I didn't realize there was
gonna be a murder investigation.

So I deleted the
e-mail, just...

after I sent it to my dad.

You forwarded the e-mail.

E-mails leave trails, Fallon.
You know that.

Well, how do I erase it?

I don't know.
I'm the driver. Not I.T.

Where are you going?

I.T.
I owe you one.

WILLY:
Thanks for coming.

Wasn't even sure
you'd remember me.

Of course I remember
you, Willy.

You were Matthew's partner.

I heard you were
with him when...

Yeah.

I'm, uh... pretty torn up.

You?

Look, I know Matthew
cared about you.

Before he died, he, uh...

he called out your name.

I didn't tell Claudia,

obviously, but I think Matthew
would've wanted me to tell you.

And to, uh... to warn you.

The kind of family you're
getting cozied up to,

you know they're
not like us.
What?

They're just people, Willy.

We're just people.
We play by the rules.

Carringtons, especially Blake?

The day before
Matthew was killed,

Blake tried to transfer him
to this post in China.

Matthew was sure that Blake
must've found out about you two

and wanted him
out of the picture.

He turned down the offer,

gave Blake his notice
and that...

that's when things got heated.

Blake's used to
getting what he wants.

Sometimes he comes off strong,
but he...

You've known him how long?
Four months?

Matthew knew him 18 years.

That's long enough to know
where the bodies are buried.

Willy, are you accusing
my husband of killing Matthew?

I wouldn't put it past him.

And neither should you.

I don't know why
someone would do this.

Matthew's been

a member of the CA family
for nearly two decades.

But what if it wasn't
even him they were after?

Now, can you think of anyone
who might've had a grudge?

BLAKE:
Against Matthew?

STANSFIELD:
Or the company.

BLAKE:
I've got a lot of enemies
if I'm doing my job right.

You know,
now that you mention it,

there is someone
that comes to mind:

Jeff Colby.

Maybe he did it to
damage CA's reputation.

Maybe he did it to tank
the value of Windbriar

so he could buy it out
from underneath me.

Either way, he had access
to CA thumper trucks,

thanks to my daughter.

(exhales)
All right, I'll talk to him.

*

I'm just saying, hypothetically,
if someone wanted to

make a little digital
something disappear,

how would they do that?

Like what?

Like... photos,
e-mail, whatever.

Sent from a private server.

I guess I'd need more details.

How big are the files?

How nosey are the people
looking for it?

Doesn't matter.
Seems to me

it does.

Or else you'd be saying more.

What, don't you trust me?

Oh. It's Stansfield,

my dad's pocket cop.

Ms. Carrington.
Mr. Colby.

Your father told me
you were here.

Should I get us a private room?

I'm here to speak to Mr. Colby.

Alone.

*

BLAKE:
Company Christmas present.

About... six years
ago, I think.

Little sporty for my taste.

Thought you were
with Stansfield.

No, he left.

What are you looking for?

Those cufflinks I gave you.

I was gonna let Sammy Jo
borrow them.

Oh, I didn't realize tank tops
required cufflinks.

Matthew had that same watch.

Is that why you recognized it?

I'm sorry,
I should've asked you.

No, no apology necessary.

Everything mine is yours,
always.

I have to go see
Claudia Blaisdel.

She's spouting lies about

about some hostile confrontation
I had with Matthew.

What do you mean "hostile"?

Who knows? It didn't happen.

I just want to make it
clear to her

that we are not the enemy.

I'm coming with you.

All right.

*

* There's quite a bit of magic

* In the way that you look

* The way you look at me

* When you're sad...

Hey, there.

I was gonna do some laps.

Like minds?

* I see you dust...

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

The day of the wedding
you said that

Cristal was the black sheep
of your family.

What did you
mean exactly?

Uh, just that...

no one in her family moves more
than a mile away,

much less to another country.

Look, I didn't mean

to throw shade on her, okay?

Last thing I need is for her
to kick me out of here.

How long are you staying?

I'm still figuring out
my long-term goals.

Short-term,
I'm thinking hot tub.

Want to join?

I was thinking
we should press pause.

Your aunt, my dad--
we're practically family.

Yeah, we were friends first.

And what's a little incest
between friends, huh?

(both laugh)

It... it's funny in Spanish.

But fine. Whatever you want.

Want to borrow a swim suit
next time, you can ask me.

* Tell me all the dreams
you are having... *

Are you ready?

(knock at door)

(Blake knocks)

BLAKE:
Claudia.

We're sorry
to disturb you.

We were hoping
we could talk.

Sure, Carrington.
Let's talk.

BLAKE:
Carrington Atlantic is doing
everything we can to cooperate.

The police are gonna find

whoever did this
to your husband.

Tell them
to look no further.

He's sitting
right across from me.

Why are you here?

My lawyers would ask
the same question.

They advised me to
keep my distance, but

I couldn't do that to Matthew.

I couldn't let you be alone.

She's not.

It is good of you
to be here, Willy.

And I want you to know

you can take
as much time off work

as you need.

Now let me cut
to the chase.

Carrington Atlantic wants
to help in any way we can.

Along with keeping
you on the company

health care plan, we would...

we would like to pay
for Matthew's funeral

and host the wake.

CRISTAL:
We just don't
want you to worry

about anything.

Filthy rich and squeaky clean.

That's what Matthew used
to say about you.

You pay people
to keep them quiet.

This is what I promised Matthew

if he agreed
to relocate to China.

It seems only right
that I give it to you.

Uh...

I don't remember him
mentioning China.

I wasn't aware
that he had accepted.

Oh, no, he didn't.

Uh, he said the money
didn't matter to him.

Not when it meant risking
the life that he'd built

and losing the woman he loved.

He kept some things
in the office.

Um, I'm... I'm sure
they have sentimental value

to both of you.

Oh. It still smells like him.

How could you give her
those things? My things?

Do you have any idea
how that made me feel?

Heartbroken?
Manipulated? Disgusted?

Because that's how I felt
when I saw what you held onto.

I gave everything to Anders

the minute you said it
could threaten the family.

I did everything
you asked me to do.

I didn't want the police
to find Matthew's things

in our possession.
I was protecting you.

Is that why you
didn't tell the cops

that you threatened to
send Matthew to China?

To protect me?
Who told you
I threatened him?

I just know you.

Well, if you knew me,

you wouldn't question
my intentions,

because everything I do,
I do for you and my family.

Yet every time
tears well up in your eyes,

I can't tell
if you're mourning Matthew

or that fact
that you married me.

(phone buzzes)

I've been trying
to call you.

Finally finished up
with that cop.

Apparently, Blake sold him

on this whole
CSI: Atlanta episode

about me orchestrating
the explosion

to strike a better deal.

Well, I orchestrated the deal,

not that it's about credit.

This isn't a joke, Fallon.

It's a homicide investigation.

Prather, the guy who owns
Windbriar, got a call

from Stansfield saying
I was a suspect.

Now he's pressing pause
on the entire deal.

Blake's screwing us.

I can't believe your own father

would do this to you.

Look, I'm sorry.

We'll fix it, okay?

You were questioned
by the cops?

It's no big deal.
I didn't do anything.

Cops are always a big deal
when mixed with Carringtons.

It's fine, okay?
Fallon's on my side.

Is she? Because as
long as I've known her,

the only side Fallon
Carrington's been on

is Fallon Carrington's.

Wherever this obsession you
have with Fallon comes from,

it's a little cliché.

Recent billionaire brother
chasing after a white chick?

It's not like that.

Whatever it is,
it's dangerous.

Don't you trust her?

I don't have to. I'm not in
business or in bed with her.

Hey, it's a crazy line tonight.

* When did you get
a license to hate? *

* Don't be mad
because she calling *

* Told me your lifestyle
is boring *

* I got European whips,
pardon my language *

* She told me
you do not speak foreign. *

I take it we're even?
Yeah.

More than even.

Don't ever let it be said

that the Carringtons
don't pay their debts, in full.

Yeah, I think I might
actually owe you now.

Oh... Later.

I may soon be unemployed,
with nothing else to do.

My father sent
the cops after Jeff,

which left a major wrinkle
in our negotiations.

Have you ever considered maybe
your dad is right about Colby?

(laughs softly)
No.

My dad's a terrible judge
of character.

Look at Cristal.

She's got some
nice qualities.

Yeah, so does a Cocker Spaniel,

but I wouldn't want
my father to marry one.

(chuckles)

Shouldn't you be
getting out there?

FALLON:
Eh.

I barely knew the guy.

MINISTER:
We will not all sleep,

but we will all be changed
in an instant,

in the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet.

For the trumpet will sound,

the dead will be raised
imperishable,

and we will be changed.

Matthew Blaisdel enjoyed
the simplicities of life,

but he was by no means
a simple man.

He was a man of passion...
* You leave in the morning

* With everything...
(soft laughter)

CRISTAL: You didn't think
to tell me you were married?

MATTHEW: I didn't tell you about
her because I'm leaving her.

Why would you lie to me?

MATTHEW:
Life's complicated.

Lying is... Lying's easy.

You just spit it out
and kick sand over it.

*

MINISTER: Matthew Blaisdel
is one of those whose life

was taken too early.

And yet, we stand here
in the same spirit of love...

* Run away, turn away,
run away *

...ones who leave a legacy...
* Turn away, run away

...of stories to tell.

Ones so extraordinary
that heaven feels

as if it needs
to summon them home...
* Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry.

...even before
we expect them to.

(crying)

Oh. There's the grieving widow.

(sniffling)

I came to pay my respects.

(grunts)

You do know you're not the star
of this Lifetime movie, right?

The role belongs
to his actual wife.

Back off, Fallon.

With her condition,

do you think we'll have
to remind her every day

that Matthew died?

Maybe it's best we don't.

So she can forget about
her pathetic husband.

He was a good man.

We both know it's easy
to confuse "good"

with "good in bed."

You're so sheltered, Fallon.

You have no idea
what life's really like.

How hard it is to be stuck
in a loveless marriage.

Even before Claudia's accident,
they weren't a happy couple.

Well, that must've been
really hard...

...when you learn that he chose
brain damage over damaged goods.

I get now why you were crying.

You bitch!

You're gonna wish
you buried me!

*

(indistinct chatter)

Welcome.

Uh, these are...

MARLA:
Cristal?

Marla?

I didn't know
you knew Matthew.

Did the magazine
ask you to come?

Blake did.

Fallon really is her mother's
daughter, isn't she?

BLAKE: What are
you wearing?

Bold choice.

I didn't die.

No, but Cristal might kill you.

Oh, she tried.

Why do you think
I had to change?

Looks like your new bride

missed your whole
"protect family" memo.

But apparently, so did you.

What are you talking about?

While I was trying
to delete that photo

to protect her reputation,
you sic the cops on Jeff?

Colby isn't family.

Neither was she
until about two minutes ago.

Now we're in the middle
of a murder investigation.

BLAKE:
How is that her fault?

Everything
is her fault.

Just get on board.

Look, I get it. You're pissed
Jeff and I went after Windbriar.

It's more than that.
But the reason

I left the company is because
you didn't believe in me.

You didn't trust me.

If you're trying to teach me
a lesson, the only thing

I'm learning is that I never
should've trusted you.

We need to get you
on that honeymoon.

Yeah, and this is a long ways
away from French Polynesia.

Well, you should be
free to go soon.

Team up in Floyd County are
honing in on a new suspect,

a third party
unaffiliated with CA.

I hear the FBI is
getting involved.

What are you doing up here?

CRISTAL:
Just needed some space.

You?

Well, it's not
particularly fun down there.

Sam, it's a funeral.

I just thought it would be
different with the Carringtons.

More like a...

fun-eral.

Yup.

Shouldn't you be with Blake?

He has plenty of company.

He turned this whole thing
into a PR event

to control the narrative.

The lengths he'll go to
and the lies he'll tell

to protect his own family.

It's like the rest
of the world doesn't matter.

Isn't that why you love him?

You have a lot in common.

I mean, you've done questionable
things for family, too.

Crossed lines for them.

That's different.

Is it?

All I know is that

I was very lucky to have
you on my side growing up.

And this family is very
lucky to have you now.

Wow.

This wake is lit.

Oh, it's definitely not.

And if you're here
to confront my dad,

it's the worst possible time,
so clearly, I'm all for it.

This isn't about him.

It's about you.

I understand you have
trust issues.

With a family like yours,
I'm not surprised.

I don't have trust issues.

I just know better.

Well, if we're gonna
work together,

I need you
to know me better.

What's on here?
Your sugarpics?

(laughs) You wish.

I've written a virus
to wipe whatever file path

you point it to
on your e-mail server.

No one will suspect
the missing data.

You're not even gonna
ask me what I'm erasing?

I trust you,

even if you don't
trust me yet.

Got to start somewhere.

Want me to show you
how it works?

Who are all these people?

'Cause they're not friends
of Matthew's.

You trying to honor the dead
or yourself, Blake?

You've had too much
to drink, Willy.

Let's see if we can
get you some water.
Water?!

That's what you're offering
to shut me up?

What happened? You exhaust
all your funds on Claudia?

That's enough.
You really are a great
salesman, Carrington.

You...

tell Claudia what she wanted
to hear and she fell for it.

Willy, don't do this.

You said Matthew

didn't want to move
because of the woman he loved?

Is that not true?

I think we all know
who that woman was.

Let's call you a cab, Willy.

Speak of the devil.

Now, I can't say
that I'm surprised

to know where you stand.

You really slept your way
to the top, didn't you?

You want to know
the truth, Willy?

Matthew was in love with me.

What are you doing?

But what I'm sure he was
too proud to tell you

was that it was
completely one-sided.

How can you say that about him
at his own funeral?

The truth's not hard to say.

You just spit it out
and kick sand over it.

You ride along on the
Carrington's coattails,

somehow thinking you're
morally superior,

when really you're
just a pathetic drunk

who loves to trash the boss,

but lacks the nerve
to actually quit.

So, let me give
you a push, Willy.

As the new COO,
you're fired.

I was wrong about you.

You are one of them.

Get out of my house.

What's going on?

Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay.

Do you have any idea
how hard that was for me?

How hard any of this is?

Willy was Matthew's friend
and I lied to him.

Why did you?

To protect this family.

To protect you.

The press you invited here

to sell your story,
now they're gonna write

about how Willy got drunk
and fired.

And not how you threatened
Matthew's life

because I slept with him.

Like I said,
I didn't threaten Matthew.

I just told him I was
never letting you go.

And why would I?

I know how hard it is to be
part of my family, my life.

But I can't imagine it
without you.

It's my life, too, now.

(Chopin's "Funeral March"
playing)

A little on the nose.

Isn't it?

Do you play?

More of a synths
kind of guy.

You play synths?
No.

I'll leave you to it,

assuming we're
still on a break.

We are.

(plays piano notes)

I'm not the guy
you think I am.

Ever since I met you
in that bar, I...

gave you the wrong
impression.

I came across as some
sex-addled sexaholic.

You are literally the most
buttoned-up person I know.

See? That's my point.

You don't know me.

You had no idea I
was a Carrington

trying to escape
being a Carrington.

Well, actually...

I did.

And as long as we're
telling the truth,

I didn't just run into you
the day before the wedding.

I targeted you.

I know I said Cristal is the
black sheep of our family,

but actually we both are,
and I thought that

if I showed up here uninvited,
she would kick me out, so...

So you used me
for your foot in the door.

I'm glad it worked.

Honestly...

I didn't know
if it was going to.

(laughing): Wait.

You knew?

It was a pretty
big coincidence.

So, we're cool?

You're not mad?

Do you have any idea how many
people use me for my name

and don't confess to it?

What about the whole thing
about it being too complicated?

Well, in case you
haven't noticed...

this family thrives
on complicated.

How will you sign
the guest book?

So many choices.

Ms. Flores?
Mrs. Carrington?

Or did he know you best
as Ms. Celia Machado?

But what's in a name?

Did you know Colby's car
was parked outside?

And Tony said
he saw him come in here.

What the hell is he doing here?

Helping me solve a problem.

In fact, he's
helping you, too.

Call if you have issues, Fallon.

What is that?

He gave it to me to erase
our digital tracks.

I didn't tell him anything.

I didn't have to.

Turns out there are
people in this world

who don't always operate
from a place of distrust.

He's the one that
can't be trusted.

Tell me you didn't...

Put his stick in?

Relax, Daddy, we
didn't run it yet.

But this is perfect.

You can run it yourself
after you call Stansfield

and explain to him why you

mistakenly sent the
cops after Jeff.

I know you hate to
admit when you're wrong,

but I think you should
start getting used to it.

Excuse me.

We have a situation.

How can we be of help?

We're here for Mr. Carrington.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford
an attorney...

FALLON:
Steven.

...one will be provided
for you.

You can exercise
any of these rights

by not responding
to my questions

or making any statements.

Do you understand the rights
I'm reading to you?