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Previously onDynasty... Now, there may be

a job for you with the team.

Takes a fool to say "no"
to Blake Carrington.

Takes an even bigger fool
to say "yes," but here I am.

I can assure you Fallon has zero
involvement with this team.

Does this mean
you're coming home now?

Soon. Yeah.

I've got to run for now.
I love you, Sam.

I'm not sure the baby's Blake's.

I went home and
made a huge mistake

by sleeping with my ex-husband.

You need to tell him the truth.

Forget that.

Oh! Oh, my God. Liam? Oh.

You are my one.

There was a time when I thought

I couldn't live without you.

Now I can't stand
the sight of you.

WILLIAM HOLDEN: Wait a minute.

Haven't I seen you before?
I know your face.

GLORIA SWANSON and FALLON:
Get out, or shall I call my servant?

You're Norma Desmond.

Used to be in silent pictures,
used to be big.

GLORIA SWANSON and FALLON:
I am big.

It's the pictures
that got small.

What are you doing here?

Checking up on you.

You haven't answered
my texts in a week.

Well, I'm boycotting my phone.

And people.

Specifically boys.

Boycotting boys?

How second grade of you.

When was the last time
you left your room?

Or ate something
other than candy?

Do gin-soaked olives count?

Liam really did a number on you.

He said that I was no longer
the girl he knew and loved.

The sophisticated,
savvy businesswoman

who wanted
to start her own dynasty.

Did he really say
"sophisticated"?

You know what?

It doesn't even matter.

We need to get you out of here.

How about this?
I'm hosting a party

tomorrow night at the club.

It's game night, but high-end.

Aggressive competition
always cheers you up.

Not this time.

I just want to be left alone.

BLAKE: Hit it.

I think Cassius Cardinal
is the best mascot option.

He's small, but he's fierce.

We're supposed to be
presenting a mission statement

to our executive board.

Our mission is to entertain
the crap out of our fans.

I'm talking performers

and fighter jets.

Hey, find me
some trained cardinals

to fly around during games.Mm-hmm.

Okay, that's enough. Go.

We need to find more
substantial messaging.

Our star is homegrown.

We focus on creating a
strong local community.

I'm thinking of a "Together
We Will Rise" philosophy,

one that speaks

to the all-inclusiveness
of our team and fans.

Yeah, it's heartfelt.

Exactly. It's heartfelt mumbo jumbo.

That's not why
people watch sports.

I know what's best
for my team. Uh, ourteam.

And why don't we
just present both?

Put it up for a board vote. Fine with me.

It's just a waste
of everyone's time.

We'll see.

FALLON: I said

make it dirty, not disgusting.

Just start over.

I just, uh,
got a text from Steven

saying he's extending
his South American walkabout.

Did he mention...? That
you forgot how to knock?

No, I have not spoken to Steven,
and don't take this personally,

Sam, but I really don't want to
see anyone today, including you.

So, maybe take it a
little personally.

Well, I guess Steven doesn't
want to see me, either,

since he keeps not coming back.

Why do you think that is?
I mean, is it me?

I should have never let him go
to Paraguay.

Or you should've gone with him...
I don't know...

But we all know
that you're not cut out to be

the trophy husband
to a charitable missionary.

You don't know what
I'm cut out to be.

Look, you couldn't even
last one night in Paraguay.

I don't know why
Steven would think

that you'd want to move there.

Besides, I'm sorry
to say this, Sam,

but you're just
too materialistic.

Me? Are you kidding?
Look at all this.

Too materialistic for Steven.

Thank you. Much better.

So notsorry to interrupt,

but the, uh, "post-emo,
shoegaze, feel-hard" band

that you requested is here.

Through there.

Are we done?
Because I would really like

to enjoy all of my feelings
in peace, and accompanied

by an appropriately melancholic
soundtrack.

I'm too materialistic.

I've been doing
some deep thinking

and self-introspection, and...

Sounds painful.

It was, but I realized
I have to reinvent myself

to be the kind of man
that Steven needs.

I've been doing a lot
of reinvention research,

and pretty much
all the experts say

that I have to dematerialize.

Cleanse myself
of worldly possessions.

I'm supposed
to throw everything out,

except the things
that truly bring me joy.

I downloaded an app
to get us started.

Not sure
what this has to do with Steven.Everything.

If I get more aligned
with Steven's thinking

and his new way of life, then

well, he'll fall in love with me

all over again
when he gets back. Very sweet.

I'm in on two conditions.

One... can I please be your date

for Monica's game night
tomorrow?

I hate going
to these things alone. You mean,

you hate not being on the invite
list and need my plus-one?

What are besties for? Thanks.

And two... I get first dibs
on your... so-called trash.

Mi trash es tu trash.

♪ For the first time

♪ For the last time

♪ Ah, oh.

Play it again, but sadder.

What do I have to do to get
a little peace in this house?

I don't know. You tell me.

It's been the same song
for the last hour.

You are now a human
"do not disturb" sign.

Go. Guard the door.

Is there anything I can do?

Would touching my hair
make you feel any better?

I put in extra
conditioner today.

Sadly, I don't even
think that would help.

But thank you for offering.

Your stepmotherly duties
are complete. You may go.

I was hoping you haven't told
anyone about my little secret,

what I told you in Sun Valley.Wait.

You still haven't told my father

that he may not be
the baby daddy?

Not cool, Cristal.

I'm working on it.

It's a hard thing
to just say to someone.

No, it's not. Look.

"Blake, I may be having
another man's baby."

You see, it's not that hard.

What if the baby turns out
to be Blake's?

Then I will make him upset
for no reason

by telling him, which is why...

I got this. What is that?

A time machine
for undoing bad decisions?

No. It's a paternity test.

If it's Mark's child,
I'll confess everything.

But if the baby is Blake's,

then we can keep my moment
of doubt between us ladies.

Fine.

Now... I'm gonna need a sample.

Excuse me? Your DNA is
close enough to Blake's

to determine a match
with the baby.

If I do this, then you'll leave?

Mm.

Don't stop playing
because of this.

Sadder!

How much have we thrown out?

Well, that's impressive.

That's the save pile. That's
the lose pile.

Well, clearly,
I can't dematerialize.

I'm too close to it.

This is exactly why dentists
don't pull out their own teeth.

So let's focus.

You and I... we've got this.

Be merciless.

No, I can't.

These things
are like my own children,

and I'm-I'm in no place
to make a Sophie's choice

between animal prints.

I think we're gonna need
professional help.

Ugh. Seriously?

Give us five, fellas.

You'll recall agreeing
to do a day-in-the-life

article for Contemporary Metropolitan Post?

Yeah.
I was gonna inspire millions

of little girls everywhere.

I scheduled it a few weeks
after Culhane proposed,

back when life had
meaning. Well, apparently,

you forgot to cancel.

The reporter is downstairs.

Well, that won't do.

Can't you see
I'm taking a little break?

From reality? Send him away.

Tell him I have

tuberculosis or some other
contagious disease.

I'll make your excuses.

Wait. Is the reporter

still Kenneth Desai?

Yes.

Well, he can be a little snarky,

so make sure he's buying
whatever excuse you're selling

and tell him we'll reschedule
the interview for a later date.

Otherwise,
he'll tweet something mean.

Understood. Anyone seeing
the state of your life

at the moment might think
it was... repulsive.

Not me, of course.

But people you care about.

Mr. Desai, I regret

to inform you
that Miss Carrington is going

to have to reschedule.

She's not feeling well.

I hope it's not serious.

I mean, I do wish she could've

told me
before I spent four hours

traveling here from New York.

Yes. She's very sorry.

No. I completely understand.

Uh, health...
Physical... or mental...

Comes first... of course.

You're not tweeting
about it, are you?

Hashtag "we'll sue for slander."

BLAKE: What's going on, Anders?

Ah, I'm just explaining
to Mr. Desai here

that Fallon is...

FALLON: Here!

Sorry to keep you
waiting. All right,

Mr. Desai,
I'm ready for my close-up.

This profile could not come
at a better time.

Now the whole world gets to see
the real Fallon Carrington

and how great I'm doing.

Love the enthusiasm.
So, the basic idea is for me

to see what a typical
day looks like

in the life of a young,
top-of-her-game

billionaire like yourself.

Now, will this be
for print, online or both?

I just want to make sure

as many people see
this article as possible.

Stronger the material, the
more readers there will be.

So... let's see what you got.

You know, apart from a
proclivity for tardiness

and mysteriously
vanishing illnesses.

Sorry about that.

I, uh, didn't realize
the date, and...

BLAKE: You mean

Anders gave you the wrong one.

He's had a lot on his plate
lately.

Perhaps something was lost
in translation.

Isn't he from New Zealand?

His accent is thick.

KENNETH: If this is a bad time,
we could always

check back in a few months
and see if there's space,

and interest... in your profile.

I just want
to do what's best for you.

No, no, no, no, no.

The timing and my personal life

could not be
more perfect right now.

ALEXIS: Fallon?

Oh, I just dropped by
to check in on you.

I assumed you'd still
be in your room.

It's nice to see
that you finally made it out.

Mother, this is Kenneth Desai
with Contemporary Metro.

He's writing an article
about how wonderful I'm doing.Oh.

Well, I would love
to contribute.

My life is going
marvelously, as well.

I mean, I am very busy,

but I'm sure I could eke out
four or five hours

if that's what you'd need.

Oh, what a shame.
I was about to take Kenneth

on a tour of the house.

Come on, get your bag.

You know, it's funny,

Jennings, it's, um,
an odd surname

for a woman of your...
background.

Where is it
that you said you're from?

Oh, and are there
other "Jennings"? Why?

Are you writing
an article as well?

Because I doubt everyone is
actually reading Ex-Wife Weekly.

Con permiso.

I know that you don't think

that it's any of my business,
but it is Blake's.

And Blake knows everything
he needs to know.

You mean only what
you've told him.

And this whole international
woman of mystery thing,

it isn't fooling anyone.

The only fool here
is you, Alexis.

I have no secrets.

Nothing to hide.

We'll see.

And you know what they say,

where there's smoke,
there's a liar.

This is it, ground zero.

Who's this?

This is the Insta-guru I found
to solve all my problems.

Lady Monk.

Though I prefer "mindfulness
specialist" to "guru."

Kirby Anders, friend-specialist.

I was helping him declutter
before you arrived.

And I thought we were doing
just fine on our own.

Actually, we were flailing.

And that's exactly
why you're here.

Your teachings really stood out

from the sea of Insta
self-improvement coaches.

Well, that and your
perfectly curated feed.

Before we get started,

I let all my clients
pick one item to save.

Oh, here.

This is the shirt
that I was wearing

the last time I saw Steven,
the last time we kissed.

I know it's just a
shirt, but... Shh.

What are you doing?

Whoa. Not cool.

SAM: No, no, no,
no, no, no. No. No.

The shirt is not Steven, Sam.

Objects are not
the people they represent.

Wow. I, uh, never thought
about it that way.

I gotta say, I, uh...

I'm already feeling
a little clearer.

And why would I spy on

Mr. Carrington's
fiancée for you?

Because she won't
tell me anything,

and that's what friends
like us do for one another.

Fine, if you won't do it,

I'll just have to show Blake

how utterly fireable you are.

Since when is driving a car

and having a girlfriend a crime?

Well, when you're joyriding
in Blake's Rolls-Royce

and Joy, the housemaid,
is riding you,

I would imagine that
she'll be fired as well

when Blake sees these.

And that would be such a shame.

What do you want me to do?

Oh, you're a gardener, Tony.

I want you to do some digging.

Which leads us to my

third-favorite painting
in the house.

I've seen the grounds,
the cellar,

your butler's
duck decoy collection,

but I have yet to see the "real",

"top-of-her-game" Fallon
that you promised.

So why do I get the feeling
that you're hiding something?

I'm not. I mean...

Feel free to ask me anything.

Okay. Well, since this article
was also supposed

to be about a day in the life
of a new bride,

I have to ask: How have you
handled the breakup?

Wonderfully.

I mean, as well as
could be expected.

Yes, the relationship
did not work out,

but it ended amicably.

And it's as simple
and boring as that.

Good for you.

I couldn't write for two months
after my last breakup.

Just buried myself
in tissues and vodka.

I can see how that
would be hard for you.

So, um, you don't mind if I call
Michael Culhane, do you?

Especially since things
are so amicable?

Of course not.

But you don't even
have to call him,

because he and I actually
have dinner plans tonight,

and you're welcome to join.

Well, that's perfect. Isn't it just?

Okay. Well, I, uh...

If you'll excuse me a moment,

I need to go head to my
solo afternoon meditation.

Just like Oprah.

Oh, write that down.

Joy, could you mail this
for me right away?

Please don't
mention it to anyone.

Of course. Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Uh, hey, Joy.

Um, I'm headed
to the post office.

Mm-hmm. You want me to
take that for you?

Actually, that would be
super helpful.

Here.

Well, this will work.

Seems like our little angel
has been spreading her wings

in more than one
bed, hasn't she?

My name is Sammy Jo Carrington,
and I am ready

to free myself from the energy
of material things,

in order to create
a better version of me.

Hi, Steven.

And to Instagram it goes.

You are doing so
wonderfully, Sam.

Now, all you have to do
to be who you want to be

is to let yourself feel free.

Now it's detox time.

♪ Yes

♪ I gotta say

Bye.♪ Yeah

♪ Oh, yeah

Did it.

♪ To get back with it...

And this. And this.

Yes.

Oh, no. This is staying.

It's Gucci.

We're not just making space
for the new Sam.

We're also providing
for others who are in need.

Can't argue with that.

This is insane.

You barely know
this Insta-crank,

and now you're gonna
just throw everything away?

Kirby, I know you're
distrustful,

but negative thoughts lead
to negative results.

And look at all the progress
that Sam is making.

Isn't that what's really
important? SAM: Wow.

You weren't kidding.

I think this merits a
selfie with my sensei.

Ooh.

♪ Yes...

Kirby?

Are you trying to steal that?

No. I was saving it for when
you eventually remember

that you can't live
without Gucci.

Negative thoughts,
negative results.

LADY MONK: Kirby, maybe
you need to replenish,

come back later. Try a banana.

Potassium is a real lifesaver.

♪ You know, I gotta say yes.

All we have to do is switch out
the original paternity sample

with a non-Carrington sample

so the tests come back
as not a match.

And then we make sure
that Blake sees the results

confirming that
the baby's not his.

And ba-bye, Cristal.

Non-Carrington DNA
coming right up.

Yeah.

Good dog. Good dog.

Dinner? Dinner
was the emergency?

Okay, I'm picking up on
a bit of a hostile vibe.

If we could just
take it down a notch.

You 911'd me!

Because it is an emergency.

The writer does
not have a story,

so he's zeroed in
on our relationship.

And he's gonna keep
looking for stuff

unless we can throw him off.

We have plenty of skeletons

that need to stay buried,
so I needed to warn you.

It was not just a 911 for me.
It was a 911 for us.

Fallon, there is no us.
Not anymore.

I'm no longer
at your beck and call.

I can't drop everything
to save, what?

Your vanity? My vanity?

That's very funny,
because wasn't it your vanity

that made you want to go work
for that evil woman?

So you could feel
all big and all macho.

As a matter of fact, you owe me

for destroying our relationship

after I saved your ass.

Owe you?

Everything I did
was to protect you.

To close the Van Kirk deal.

To save you from Ada.

All you have ever done was treat
me like a little plaything

in your never-ending
psycho-drama.

Well, you put yourself
in that position.

Well, not anymore.

I don't know
what happened to you,

but you're not the Fallon
Carrington that I used to love.

So I was wrong.

There is definitely
a story here worth telling.

Less "Fallon Carrington:
Billions and Brains,"

more "Fallon Carrington:
Billion-Dollar Mess."

We need to think of the game
as more a show

than a sporting event.

People want to be entertained.

Isn't that what the actual
soccer match is for?

You're not thinking big enough,
Jason.

Every team plays a game,

but how many of them,
I don't know,

introduce their lineup by

having them skydive
into the stadium?

Probably none, because that's
a huge liability.

Those bells and whistles
are great, but we want

our mission statement
to be something deeper,

more meaningful. HELLER: Exactly.

In MLS, LAFC's motto is
"shoulder to shoulder."

What's this team stand for?

Great point.
Which is why I'm suggesting

that our team's motto be
"Together we will rise."

It's inclusive
of the team and the fans,

but also the community
as a whole.

We can build a great ad campaign
around it.

Even get the local schools
involved.

HELLER: That
sounds great, Blake.

You should've just led
with that part.

Well, we can discuss it more
at our next meeting.

Wait. You're leaving?

I thought we were
having dinner together.

Though I'm sorry Michael
couldn't make it.

He had a family emergency.

Yes, definitely sounded
like some kind of emergency.

What do you mean "sounded like"?

I'm not sure what you thought
you heard.

No, I didn't...
I didn't hear anything, but...

This is gonna be
a beautiful piece.

I think that you're gonna be
really surprised

in a good way.

So that's it? We're done?

Let's just say
I have everything I need.

Well, wait, wait.

Um, I was holding back,
and I'm sorry

for burying the lede,
but I told you

I was working on something
big, business-wise,

so at least give me
a chance to show you.

You know, it's a little late,
and I'm not hungry.

I already gorged myself
on this tiny charcuterie plate.

Well, the launch party for my
new company is tomorrow night.

I mean, how many
chances do you get

to profile Jobs and Wozniak
before they're Apple?

It's one night.
A party at Club Colby.

And I promise, this is
the groundbreaking,

aspirational angle worthy of
your skills as a journalist.

Okay. I could stay another day.

But only 'cause I love
a good party.

Monica, you were right.

I will definitely be coming
to game night.

But I've got
a different game to play.

Hey, guys. It's me.
I'm just here eating sustainably

with food I foraged.

This is watercress and burdock.

Came right out of the ground.

You just steam it,
salt and pepper it...

Voilà.

That must taste like dirt.

Lady Monk gave me a new outlook.

Food is just fuel.

It doesn't need to be
anything more.

I get it. But I
think actual fuel

might taste better than that.

No. Same with clothes...
I don't need anything more

than this organic, fair-trade,

zero-carbon-footprint tunic.

Maybe you should
wear it tonight.

I'll try and coordinate.

I forgot to tell you.

I can't go with you
to game night.

I'm taking Lady Monk
as my plus-one.

Wait, what? Why? Well,
I want to introduce her

to new clients, since she's made
such a difference in my life.

Besides, think of how
impressed Steven will be

when he hears how much I've
committed to this new lifestyle.

But I'm honestly
starting to worry

about her influence on you.

You don't need to.
This is no weirder than

a juice cleanse.

Or Gwyneth steaming her vagina.

First of all, huge Gwyneth fan.

Second of all, I am not one
to slam whackadoodle beliefs,

but this woman seems
super touchy.

What do you really
know about her?

I know that I am happier
than I've been in weeks.

Actually, Lady Monk warned me
that this might happen.

That you may try to...
stop me from being my best self.

She warned you about me?

Mm-hmm.Brilliant.

I'm just trying to prevent that

culture-appropriating
fake healer

from taking advantage of you.

She said you're angry

because you're not
the center of attention.

And I think she's right.
And that's just sad.

So.

Namaste.

You did what?

I said to replace the sample

with non-Carrington DNA,
not dog DNA.

I thought you'd appreciate
that I went above and beyond.

There is no way the daddy DNA
is going to match the baby's.

Because it won't match
any human DNA.

Okay, now the lab is gonna
ask for more samples

so that they can
rerun the tests.

There's got to
be a way to save this.

Okay, I need you to
keep trailing Cristal

and see if you can't find out
who that baby daddy could be.

Aside from Blake.

Okay, run along. Get going!

Wait, what happened
to the giant battleships?

Uh...

I didn't realize by cohosting

you really meant
taking over my game night.

Well...

I'm not taking it over.

I'm just making it
larger than life.

Though I couldn't get
jumbo Candyland.

I was gonna have people
dress up as the characters.

I always had a thing
for Princess Frostine.

She is cute. Mmm.

Wait, so

all of this is for
a reporter? No.

Well, technically, yes.
I just need him to write

an article that Liam can read
to see how great I'm doing.

Look, you are the one who
said you're boycotting boys.

I need to make Liam see
that he has no effect on me

and that he is missing out
on the best Fallon Carrington.

One other thing to know:
Tonight is also

the launch party
for my new business.

You don't have a new business.

Well, not yet,
but the night is young.

All I have to do is
find someone here tonight

with a great idea,
convince them to pretend

that I've always been
their business partner,

and then let Kenneth
do the rest.

Sounds like a
foolproof plan to me.

I don't need
your sarcasm, Monica.

I need your help.

Please. And a miracle.

Speaking of miracles.

The CEO of Spartan Force
is coming.

This is shaping up to be
the best fake launch party yet.

Thank you
for letting me do this.

As if I had a choice.

Tell me you're not trying
to pilfer another credit card.

I'm not pilfering anything,
whatever that means.

I'm trying to get
Sam's stuff back.

Not the things
that he willingly donated?

To an Insta-guru who says
they're going to charity,

but I highly doubt that.

Why do you doubt her?
Sam seems happy.

I cross-referenced Lady Monk's
feed with some other feeds,

and there are just too many
things that don't add up.

All right.
Well, how can I be of help?

Oh. I've already handled it.

His tablet he gave away is
still on, and I pinged it.

It's... wherever that is.

Yeah, I can't wait
to get used at the next meeting.

I didn't use you.
I used your idea.

Without mentioning
where you got it from.

Hold on. Is that what this is
about for you? Credit and ego?

I didn't realize it was that
important to you, although

I guess I should
have seen it coming,

given all the games
you played to get here.

And I've learned those filthy
games from a master... you.

I've also learned how to
match you, Blake, so watch out.

As far as ego, it's hard to tell

whose is bigger,
yours or your daughter's.

Don't make this
personal, Michael. It already is.

I've dealt with the two of you
using me for years.

My days as a Carrington pawn
are over.

So, what

you're done with the team? No.

But I am done with Fallon.

And I'm done
with you treating me

like I'm still your driver.

I think you're blowing this
out of proportion, Michael.

It's just business.

Exactly.

And this is my opportunity
to make something of myself.

I'm not letting you
get in the way.

So if you want my expertise,

you're gonna need
to accept that we're partners.

Hey. Welcome to the launch
of Fallon Unlimited.

Yeah. You really
went all out here.

So, uh, what was the
thinking behind game night?

Is this related to your
new company in some way?

Well, once I reveal
my concept to you

and I introduce you
to my business partner,

I think it'll all come together.

Let's get you a drink.
Or several.

LADY MONK: Thank you so much
for inviting me, Sam.

This gives me a chance to
fund-raise for my charity...

Lady Monk's Mindful Giving...

And to spread my ideas
to the uninitiated.

I think the... tunics might be

a little too biblical
for this crowd.

Well, let's focus on finding
people who are like-minded

and open-minded.

Like her.

Isn't that your sister-in-law?

SAM: Uh, yeah, but
that is not a mind

you want to open, trust me.

Why don't we try something
new and split up?

Double our reach,
double our teach.

All right.

Well...

I won't let you down.

Carrington residence.

No, I am not interested
in a new cable company.

Carrington residence.

Oh, I believe we've already
given quite generously.

Ooh.

Carrington residence.

WOMAN: Uh, this is Pacific
North Bio Lab in Seattle.

I'm calling
for Cristal Jennings.

Uh, please hold.

Well, hello there.
This is Cristal.

Yes, Mrs. Jennings, uh,
we wanted to let you know

that you need to resubmit
your paternity test.

Unfortunately,
the sample was contaminated.

Oh. How awful.

Well...

I-I'm feeling a little nauseous
at the moment...

You know, it's my first
trimester...

And, well... would y'all mind

if I just transferred you
to my husband?

Well, my fiancé.
He's almost my husband.

All right, one moment, please.

The new maid

accidentally handed me
the phone,

but it's for Cristal.

Something about

tests for the baby?

This is Blake.

What do you mean,
another sample? For what?

Paternity test?
I'm the father. Why would she...

Son of a bitch.

It's sort of a hybrid
tech/analog idea.

Ooh, my favorite kind.
Are you looking for funding?

It does involve a version
of S&M using 4-D technology.

Because I don't have
any funding.

Uh, is he your partner? Him?

No.

You know, I've been here
for over an hour,

and you still haven't told me
the groundbreaking idea

that's gonna relaunch
Fallon Carrington to the world.

Unless there isn't one. Oh, there is one.

I mean, why else would I go
through all this trouble?

Ah. Let me introduce
you to Monica.

She is the club owner,

and we've been friends
since we were kids.

Monica Colby, this
is Kenneth Desai,

the reporter I was
telling you about.

You throw a great party.

Really, it's all Fallon.

This is her launch.

And wait till you hear
about her company.

It's gonna blow your mind.
It's really a...

Go back to work now, Monica.

Okay. You know, uh, Monica and I

started a record label together.

Who are your artists?

Uh... LADY MONK: Fallon.

Can I help you?

Can you help me?

A little in-joke
between us girls.

Lady Monk.
Mindfulness specialist

with a million Insta-followers.

Fallon and I are collabing.
Partners.

And you are? Kenneth Desai.

Contemporary Metro.

Excuse me, but Kenneth is
interviewing me, Lady Granola.

Come on. Uh, hold on.

I'm glad to finally meet
Fallon's partner.

I have been dying to hear
all about this brilliant

new company idea.

FRANCO:
So, you threw everything away,

and now you're, what,
hunting and gathering?

No more gathering.

Just, uh, hunting for...
inner peace.

This has been a real trip,
but I just contributed

to Steven's foundation
at the gala.

My checkbook is all worn out.

Sorry.

Namaste.

Are you gonna join me in bed
or just stare like a stalker?

You-you just look so serene.

Just so serene,

for someone who doesn't know
whose baby they're carrying.

How did you...? The lab called

about your paternity test.

Oh, my God. The results were contaminated,

and they needed
another sample.Blake.

Were you ever going
to tell me? Were you?

Or were you just gonna let
me carry another man's baby

like Alexis did?

I was going to tell you
if the baby wasn't yours.

But I think...

I feel in my heart it is yours.

It happened before I thought you
and I could ever be together.

I went back to Arizona,
I saw my ex...

Yeah, who the hell was that?

Huh, Cristal?

My ex-husband, Mark Jennings.

We got married very young.

My parents partially owned
a soccer team.

He was a player.
But they had a falling out

when he refused
to throw a game for them.

They destroyed his career.

They would stop at nothing
to ruin him.

It became too dangerous
to be together.

We had to end it. You had to?

So you still have
feelings for him?

No. It was a long time ago.

Clearly not that long ago. No, Blake.

Last time was a mistake.
I came back here,

and I completely fell for you.

You have to believe me.

I love you.

Please say something.

Anything.

KENNETH: This is fascinating.

Uh, you were mentioning
something about a book?

Mm-hmm.

You caught me. Lady Monk's brand

is the company that I've
been hinting about. And yes,

the book is gonna be huge.

We have a multiplatform attack
scheduled

so that we can take it
international, as well.

Yeah. We've been working on it
for, what, months?

We want to feature
my philosophy and methods

so that people can practice
a mindful detachment at home.

I'm also working on an app.

Fallon Carrington:

From heiress
to lifestyle savant.Hmm.

It's really surprising
and interesting.

Not exactly
the next logical step.

"Logic can take you
from 'A' to 'B, '

but the imagination
can take you everywhere."

Einstein. I'm curious

about your initial investment
in the project.

We haven't really... Several million.

With a back-end.

We are still working out
the details.

But, you know,

details are just the

grains of sand

on the beach of life.

KENNETH: This is
definitely an unexpected turn

for the article.

I want to run this new angle
by my editor.

Give me a minute? Yeah.

Okay, look, I don't
know who you are,

but thank you very much
for playing along.

We need to talk about this more.

SAM: There you are.

Um, I didn't have any luck
trying to find new clients

or fund-raising. Sorry.

But I have an idea.

I can give you money from
the Steven Carrington Foundation

so you can keep helping people.

I'm sorry, Sam.

Uh, we are discussing business,

so please take
your toga party elsewhere.

This is my guru.
You can find your own.

Uh, first of all,
mindfulness specialist.Yeah.

And secondly, I can accept

both of your investments
and donations.

Oh, one Carrington's not enough?

You're trying to bag yourself
a second?

Kirby, you are making no sense.

Please, this is no time
for your crazy.

Right. I'm sorry.
Lady Monk here is a con artist.

Are you kidding? SAM: What?

Jealousy is so ugly
on such a beautiful face.

I tracked your stuff to
a warehouse. It's all boxed up

and ready to be shipped
to a consignment store.

This is what she does.
She rips people off

and then has someone else
sell it online for her.

It's all here. The proceeds
from all of those sales

are going to charities.

UNICEF, the Red Cross,
all of them.

KIRBY: Right, and I'm sure
once my father finishes

tracking your money trail,

we'll find that those proceeds

go directly
into your burlap pocket.

SAM: Oh, my God.
You convinced me

to wear this ugly-ass outfit
and to eat grass.

I was about
to give you millions.

No, Sam, Steven would be
so proud of all...

Don't you dare bring him up.
This is how she gets people.

When they're
at their most vulnerable,

which is clearly you two.

I mean, you miss your husband,

and you have barely
left your room

ever since Liam rejected you

like a sad, moldy loaf of bread.

Well, that was a little harsh.
But true.

Look, I just met this crackpot
five minutes ago.

I was so insecure

that it was easier
to let you convince me

that I was the problem,
but I'm not.

I mean, sure, I should
be less materialistic,

but I'm amazing,
even if I'm work in progress,

and Steven will realize that
or not.

I mean, you even made me
question my fashion sense.

Security! Please get
this pathetic Insta-grifter

out of here.

You're calling me pathetic?
Look around.

You faked an entire party
to impress one reporter.

It takes a fraud
to know a fraud,

and you're the biggest one
of them all, Fallon Carrington!

Like I said,
I do love a good party.

And I think
I have everything I need.

Keep an eye out for the article.

It's gonna be a doozy.

I just wanted to come by... Bup-bup.

Just let me say
what needs to be said.

I'm sorry I doubted you, Kirby.

I was just drowning
in self-doubt

and grasping
at figurative straws when

well, when the real
emotional lifeline I needed

was here next to me
the whole time.

You're the lifeline.

No one's ever said that
about me.

I've always been the albatross

or dead weight or Crazy Kirby.

But before I get all weird

and weepy, have you checked
your Instagram today?

No. And the next time I check it

will be the last time
I check it.

I'm deleting my account. You shouldn't.

Your Instagram is on fire.

Oh, my God.

How did this happen?

When I got to the club,

I put my phone on the bar
to record Lady Shady's takedown.

I wanted to expose her, but then

you started exposing yourself
in a way that felt

more important and way cooler.

So I posted it.

Now your #LoveThyself message
is viral.

Well, I look insane.

100,000 views
and 50,000 new followers

beg to differ.

Permission to disturb?

Thank you for knocking.

Well, I know last night was a...
a roller coaster.

More like a bungee jump
without a bungee.

That's kind of
an ominous visual.

Are you okay?

If there's one thing
I know for sure,

it is that I am not okay.

I spent a week in bed

because of a guy,
which is pathetic.

My business judgment is so off

that I actually tried
to make a deal

with a woman
who was clearly a fraud.

Hey, I fell for her, too.

Yeah,
that doesn't really help me.

Same. You know, I've been talking

about doing all of these things,

and I haven't done any of them.

And now there's gonna be
this article

telling the world
what a mess I am.

So... things are good.

How are you?

Crazily, my accidental
self-love mantra is trending.

I never knew I could

help other people

just by telling it like it is.

So, what, you're gonna be
an influencer now?

I think I have to.
I have 421,489 followers.

And three sponsors
have already sent me tunics.

I would run from those. Never again.

Well, glad to see
you got it all figured out.

To focus on the positive,

I am going to start posting
daily affirmations,

and I want the first one
to be just for you.

You may be
in a dark place right now,

but the light will come.

You just need to find it.

Dad?

There she is.

I knew you'd be back on top,

back in fighting shape
in no time.

Actually, I'm not.

I am not on top,

and I am definitely not
in good shape.

Everyone was right about me.

I need your help, Daddy.

Blake, I... Before you say anything,

I just want to tell you that
I'm sorry I stormed out before.

I needed space.

I understand. I thought I could
wrap my head

around the possibility
the baby might not be mine.

But...

I saw the pain Steven felt
about his confused parentage.

On top of that,
you kept this a secret.

And how can I believe you now?

You say that Mark
is out of your life...

I'm telling the truth.

There is no Mark
Jennings in my heart.

But I can only say it so
many times in so many ways.

I found out that some guy
named Mark Jennings

could be the baby daddy.

I'm guessing
it's her ex-husband.

There's more. It wasn't easy,

but I've got friends
in all places.

I talked to my buddy
who knows the barber

who cuts the hair of a chef

that works at the mayor's
favorite restaurant,

and he told me...

Can you get to the point?

You really know how to suck
the fun out of big reveals.

Mark Jennings' last contact.

Please leave.

Hello. Is this Mark?

I was thinking
about what you said yesterday,

and I agree.

Partners should work together
and respect one another.

I'm glad to hear you say
that. But let me remind you,

you had one good move
that got you this job, so

well, I figure I owe
you one of my own

before we get back
to even again.

What are you talking about?
You're in the big leagues now.

Oh, hell no. Oh, hell no.

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