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- Previously on Dynasty... - She can't just take him.

She's his mom. We're not just giving up on him.

Not without a fight.

Potential side effects are too risky.

If the disease doesn't kill him, the treatment might.

Maybe we need to do it for him.

You want to drug him?

I'm not feeling so well.

Wow, I am sore in places that I didn't know existed.

Where did you find that trainer? Prison?

- Wasn't she great? - Oh...

She'll be a perfect fit for the new

Carrington Foundation Veterans' Clinic...

if we can make it happen.

Oh, we will. We will.

Be nice to have our name on a building

instead of in the headlines.

Healthy body, healthy mind.

Doing good. Feels nice, right?

Yeah.

I can think of a couple other things that feel nice.

Hmm, not so fast.

We still have to convince the hospital board

to give us the green light.

And most of them would rather expand

the plastic surgery center and double the profits

instead of helping veterans for free.

I am already on it.

Anders has arranged a walk-through this afternoon

with the hospital chaplain.

Father Kelly.

So he can pray for us?

He's basically run a personal absolution service

for all the sinners on the board the last 20 years.

One word from him and the clinic'll be approved.

It's so sexy when you talk public service and Catholicism.

Ta-da!

It's a waffle... house.

You have way too much time on your hands.

Yeah, don't remind me.

I have nothing but time.

I have no job, and no boyfriend.

I wish I had some free time.

Ever since the House of Devereaux teaser dropped,

La Mirage has been slammed.

I have events booked every night.

Hmm. Sounds rough.

Maybe you should hire someone to help you?

That's not a bad idea.

Someone you know, who you can trust,

who has lots of free time on their hands.

Okay, Kirby, you know that liking to party

and planning a party are not the same thing, right?

I planned heaps of events for Femperial.

- Come on. - Fine.

But just a trial run.

If nothing else, it'll get me through

the Atlantix All-Star Game festivities this weekend.

Okay, Culhane has turned into a really big client for me.

All right? So if you want to be

a professional, you better act... professionally.

I'm nothing if not professional.

Who cares

if the Van Kirk lawyers are the ones

that did the paperwork to put Connor up for adoption

ten years ago?

Clearly, they're not very good

if he was never actually adopted.

Look, I want a chance to keep my son in my life

and this just seems like the best way.

Our lawyers are also great

at divorce, for down the road.

Oh, the mother of the groom.

Feel free to skip the wedding, Laura.

I'm sure Liam can find someone just as cold and unfeeling

to walk him down the aisle.

Oh, well, I will be there, if only to make sure something

about this event is classy.

- You wouldn't know classy if it crawled up... - Enough!

Both of you. You're both gonna be there,

so get used to it, okay?

And hopefully Connor will be there, too.

Liam, I am trying to understand

this sudden fervor for fatherhood.

You made it perfectly

clear that you would like to single-handedly

end the Van Kirk gene pool.

I never wanted kids in theory.

But Connor already exists, Mom.

And, look, I'm not asking for full custody.

Just for Connor to stay local, so I have a chance

to get to know him a little bit.

- Are you the lawyer? - Yes. Randall.

And as the lawyer,

I have to tell you that's not likely.

Although your name's on the birth certificate,

you signed away your parental rights before Connor was even born.

- Meaning? - Meaning if you want to pursue this in court,

it will be an uphill battle and it could get contentious.

No, I'm not dragging Connor through some ugly fight in court.

- Good. - We'll just...

have to find another way to convince Heidi to stay.

Oh, thank God you're awake.

Alexis?

- What the hell happened? - You collapsed after the party.

I think it's those herbs you've been taking.

Your wife tells me you suffer from neurotoxicity,

but your toxic metals panel looks pretty good.

Something else made you faint.

- Not the turmeric and bee pollen. - Probably not.

You're in good hands with Dr. Khan.

And I'm gonna be monitoring you myself.

Yeah, and who's gonna be monitoring you?

Dr. Irvin to the cardiographics lab.

I think we need to tell Dr. Khan

that we dosed Jeff with Clompofein.

Why? So you can lose your medical license

and I can lose my whole future? No, thank you.

So Jeff can be treated correctly.

Last time I checked, you were a doctor.

So start doctoring.

You have access to Jeff's files,

so do whatever it takes to cover our tracks.

And then cure my husband.

Connor is in the shower,

but he should be out soon so you guys can say goodbye.

- Say something. Go. - I have no idea where

we'll put all of these toys you've bought him,

but they will certainly make the flight home easier.

Heidi, what happened to your plan

to stay in Atlanta?

Oh, that was never a real plan,

that was just something I said

to see how you felt about having a kid around.

Well, it-it turns out that we feel pretty strongly about it.

Would you consider staying?

Here? Permanently?

I'll pay to relocate you guys to Atlanta,

and help cover Connor's expenses.

I just want an opportunity to hang out with my son,

not from across the country.

That's really generous, but we have a life back in California.

And, despite my moment of temporary insanity,

I am really excited

- to get back to it. - Speaking of your

moment of insanity, uh,

do you want to tell us what happened?

Where you went? Anything at all?

Um... I stayed with a friend for a few days.

But I realized almost as soon as I left that it was a mistake.

Aw. And that is so admirable,

but what if your moment of insanity

turns into a full-time job?

Yeah, and wouldn't it be easier to stay close by,

where you have people ready and willing to help?

Like I said, thank you for the offer, but we're leaving.

Okay.

Well, we totally respect your wishes.

I need your help to do something dark and borderline illegal

that no one can find out about.

What is it?

You're the expert at taking kids from their mothers.

I want you to teach me how it's done.

What makes you so sure that Heidi is a bad mother?

To have one is to know one.

She makes a good point.

Heidi basically hid Connor's

existence from Liam for over a decade,

and then showed up here, dumped him on our doorstep

and took off without a trace.

Well, she's no mother of the year, true.

And I'm pretty sure she's still lying to us

about where she disappeared to.

Well, that's something we could

- probably find out. - Yes, but what if she was

off on a drug binge? Or at a furry convention?

She's probably already psychologically damaged Connor.

Look, family court only cares about one thing:

whether a parent is fit to raise a kid.

Alexis had a closet full of skeletons;

it was easy to prove that she was an unfit mother.

So we just have to find Heidi's skeletons

and throw them at a judge.

Where do we start?

This is where I make an excuse and leave.

Look, I'm thrilled that you came to me,

but I made a promise to Cristal and myself

to be a better person.

And helping you with this does not fit into that.

Unbelievable.

The one time I actually want you

to be your true self, you refuse?

If you want to be a better person, maybe you should start

by repairing your relationship with your daughter.

No? Hmm.

You take her social media.

I'll make some phone calls.

Nutrition, dial 1454.

- _ - Ugh.

Usually when people groan like that around here,

it's because they're learning to walk again.

You okay?

Apparently, I'm the only person who values my time.

I'm being stood up by two men simultaneously.

Not smart men, obviously.

You know, maybe you could take it as a sign.

Instead of cursing what you can't control,

maybe just appreciate what's already in front of you.

You mean the sweaty stranger who doesn't understand boundaries?

Maybe not.

But I do appreciate the value of your time.

So if I were to offer you a sympathetic ear,

maybe I could get a discount?

Cute. But do I look like I offer discounts?

- Hmm. - And I'm not sure

how helpful you'd be, so...

You'd be surprised.

By the advice of a gym rat on his lunch break?

- Mm-hmm. - I'm good.

Ophthalmology attending, OR 1.

I just spent the last hour

deep diving into Heidi's social media

and so far, the only skeleton I found is her

unfortunate belief that she can pull off stretch velvet.

Well, is it possible she's just a good person

who made a bad decision?

Absolutely not.

Oh, anything?

Well, I was able to find the address where Heidi stayed

during her disappearance.

I gather it's a privately owned

farm in the Arizona mountains,

just a stone's throw from the Mexico border.

She told me she was staying with a friend.

Apparently a friend who has an application pending

to grow and distribute medical marijuana.

Oh-ho-ho. That lying little pothead.

Anders, I'd hug you right now,

but neither of us really wants that.

Up for a day trip?

Excuse me, Nurse?

Would you pull up Jeff Colby's charts?

I'd like to order a couple more panels.

Dr. Khan was pretty thorough.

He ordered the works.

Yeah, I'd like to take a second look.

He's family, you know.

Of course.

Dr. Messina, you're needed

in OR 2, stat.

All right.

Did Dr. Khan order a DBS?

Um...

Here we go.

Oh, no.

KIRBY We're going all out for the all-stars.

I'm thinking an adult-size ball pit here,

a vodka waterfall in the bar,

and caviar on every table, of course.

That sounds great, but this is soccer, not the NBA.

And this party is being hosted by the Atlantix, not the Lakers.

- We have budgetary constraints. - Okay.

So we just keep it simple and sophisticated.

I'm sure we can keep everyone happy.

Oh, I think it sounds great.

Last year, Milwaukee hosted the party in a field...

in March.

We nearly froze to death.

Well, our event space has four functional fireplaces

to keep you toasty and warm, so don't worry.

Get off me. Hey, I know the owner. Get off me!

Well, as you can see, we also have top-notch security.

Sam!

It's me, Ramy.

I just got you a huge payday.

Now you're getting greedy.

Get my money by 5:00.

$200,000. It's all here.

Kirby, why don't you

show the commissioner the, um, VIP lounge?

The V-I...?

Uh, please, come with me, gentlemen.

- Get off me! - He's fine!

I told you I knew the owner.

He's good.

How have you been the last few years, Sam?

You know, while I was in prison doing time for your crime.

You're suffering from acute

liver failure... that's what caused you to pass out.

What?

And no one noticed it until now?

The warning signs were atypical.

If Dr. Carrington hadn't taken a new look at your file,

we may not have caught it so soon... you're lucky.

That's not the word I'd use.

Well, the good news is if we can find you a donor,

a liver transplant will save your life.

And the bad news?

You have an incredibly rare tissue type.

Finding a donor on the public transplant list

will be next-to-impossible.

But, if we can find a match from a family member,

we could do a living transplant.

Livers regenerate,

so if someone's a match, we can take a piece

of theirs and grow you a new one.

I'd give you a piece of my liver if I could.

I'll leave you to talk things through.

Hospital transport

to vascular imaging...

Tell me something, Doctor.

Why were you taking another look at my file?

What did you do to me?

- This has your fingerprints all over it. - I...

Look, I'm not playing around here.

He gave you Clompofein.

- Mother. - What?! What the hell is that?

It's the experimental cure Alexis mentioned.

I, I was actually trying to save your life, Jeff.

By putting me back in the hospital?

That wasn't part of the plan... the side effects were

a little worse than expected.

You have to understand...

No, I don't "have to" anything.

Remember that little confessional you filmed?

There's a copy of it at my lawyer's office

with instructions to give it to the police

if I die unexpectedly.

So, unless you want to spend the rest of your life in prison,

find a way to get me better.

What are you doing here, Ramy?

Where else was I supposed to go?

I just got released yesterday,

and you're the only person I know in Georgia.

Well, I'm glad you're out. What's your plan?

I'm not sure.

I can't go to my brother's until next week,

so I was thinking

maybe I could, uh, crash here for a minute.

Um, yes. Of course.

Front desk will find you a room... I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Who's the vagrant?

I don't know what that means.

He's my friend, Ramy Crockett.

He's gonna be staying here for a couple of days.

"Ramy"?

As in the guy who robbed the manor?

It's a lot more complicated than that.

Okay, well, I hope it's not too complicated to keep

a convicted felon away from the millionaire athletes

- that are gonna be here for tomorrow's party. - Kirby?

You worry about the party, I'll worry about Ramy.

I was able to find

most of Jeff's relatives already

in the hospital database.

And I ran their DNA against Jeff's,

- even Blake's. - And?

The only person that's a match is...

- me. - Really?

Well, that's great news... we need to tell Jeff.

- Except I can't donate. - Why not?

When my... adoptive mom

was sick, I gave part of my liver to save her,

which is why I recognized

the early warning signs in Jeff.

Why can't you donate again?

You said livers regenerate.

They do, but the chances of a donor

surviving a second transplant are incredibly low.

It could kill me.

However...

...there's a terminal patient at the hospital,

who is a potential match.

He's being taken off life support any day now.

But he's not a registered donor.

You mean he's not a registered donor...

yet.

_

Hmm, pretty posh for a pot farm.

"The Cleansing Moon Ranch."

- What is this place? - Maybe it's another cult.

Namaste!

You are just in time for our sunrise circle.

Did you get your jade kegel welcome egg?

Uh, no.

But I have a bunch at home in my fridge, so I'm good.

Okay, well, as I'm sure

you know, this is an exclusive female-only

wellness retreat.

Um, we were hoping you could tell us

what kind of wellness you practice here exactly?

Because we heard rumors of, um, well, drugs.

Oh, that's our cotenants, not us.

We use Himalayan salts to reset hormonal planes,

practice orgasmic meditation...

- "Orgasmic"? - Meditation.

It's life-changing.

We were actually just hoping we can get a quick tour.

My friend Heidi was here recently and she cannot stop

raving about this place, um...

orgasmically.

Huh.

Seemed like she couldn't get out of here fast enough.

- Really? - She spent our entire

nut milk foraging trip searching for a signal,

so she could call her son.

She really just needed a psychic tune-up.

Yeah.

Well, don't we all?

Blake, where are you?

Well, currently, we're about 20,000 feet

over the Texas/Arkansas border.

We'll be home soon.

Look, honey, I told you.

When Fallon came to me for help, I couldn't say no.

I understand how important

repairing your relationship with Fallon is,

but I'm having issues, too.

The church finally e-mailed,

asking if I can meet the chaplain at the PT center today.

Great, what's the problem?

You're the one who's got a relationship with this guy.

Well, you're the one that has the relationship with God.

If anyone can convince

Father Kelly to sway the board members,

it's a good Catholic girl like you.

So you're already blowing this off?

Honey, I promise you, I'm still 100% committed to our mission.

Call me when you're out of your meeting.

I love you.

Trouble in paradise?

No, we're fine.

So, what do you think?

Why didn't Heidi just say

she was at that... whatever it was?

Well, maybe she was embarrassed by the orgasmic meditation.

Well, I'm sorry it didn't work out.

Your mission, not Heidi's... you know.

Oh, we're not done.

Fallon, there are no skeletons in Heidi's closet,

- just jade eggs. - Hmm.

And Cristal needs my help with this clinic.

Great, you two can go and save the world

all you want after we do this.

Do what?

Well, we couldn't find any skeletons

in Heidi's closet, so...

we're gonna have to go buy some bones

and build our own.

Uh, excuse me?

Do you know Father Kelly?

Uh, of course.

Great, have you seen him around?

I was supposed to meet with him ten minutes ago.

I haven't seen him around lately.

He retired last week.

Uh, but the church office e-mailed me this morning

to confirm my meeting with the hospital chaplain?

Mm-hmm, um...

Oh, then you should talk with him.

That's Father Collins.

Father... Collins.

Thanks.

There's no chance he's calling you that

- because he's your son, is there? - I'm afraid

the only children I'm responsible for

are the children of God.

- You're the new hospital priest? - Mm-hmm.

Why didn't you tell me yesterday?

Before or after you called me a gym rat

with a lack of boundaries?

I'm sorry about that. I'm just a little

anxious about this program

and I was counting on Father Kelly's help

- with the board. - Mm.

But...

maybe the two of us could sit down

for a coffee and

discuss a mutually beneficial arrangement?

My treat?

I'm sorry, I'm really not that kind of a priest.

- That kind of a...? - Unlike my predecessor,

I really don't think that the clergy

has any place in hospital politics.

And that's... no matter how enticing the, uh, bribe may be.

- I... No, that's not what I... - Don't worry.

From what I've seen, I have no doubt

that you can hold your own with those guys.

I have a proposal for you.

And not an "uproot your whole life

and stay in Atlanta" proposal... a fun one.

Okay.

Since Connor and Liam are doing

their little guys' night out at the arcade,

I was thinking we could have our very own

moms' night out.

Um, wow, that's really sweet.

- Ah... - But we've got an early flight tomorrow.

And, as far as I know, you're not actually a mom.

Well, not technically, no.

But parenting is hard. I mean, I only did it

for two days and I feel like I needed a vacation.

Uh, but the point is starting tomorrow,

you go back to being a single mom

full-time, so...

I don't know, I just thought tonight

we can go a little crazy, live a little.

What do you say?

That actually sounds like a lot of fun.

I'm so sorry, but I wouldn't be doing my job as a physician

if I didn't ask you this.

I know your husband isn't a registered donor,

but he has the unique opportunity to save a life.

I have a patient who probably won't make it

through the night without his help.

I'm sorry, but...

Dr. Carrington, is this her?

The woman who is going to save my husband?

Alexis Colby.

I am eternally grateful to you and your dear husband.

I'm sorry, but as I was about to tell the doctor,

organ donation is banned in our church.

We believe that the soul

does not remain intact if the body isn't fully intact.

Well, that doesn't even make any sense.

What about veterans who lose a leg?

Or someone who has their appendix out?

My ears are pierced.

Am I going to hell?

I will not sacrifice my husband's soul for a stranger.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Of course, come on.

Oncology...

Now what?

If there's a God, he'll just have to forgive us.

Maurice Perry doesn't need his liver in the next life, so...

we're gonna steal it.

♪ Goodbye ♪

♪ For the last time ♪

♪ I'm gonna get you ♪

♪ Out of my head, out of my head... ♪

Want a drink? It's on the house.

In that case, yes.

Commissioner Scott, anything you need?

Hope you're having a good time.

Well, I'd be having a better time

if someone hadn't stolen my Rolex.

- What? - I took it off in the men's room

to wash my hands and when I turned back, it was gone.

Someone obviously took it, probably your attendant.

I can assure you that all hotel staff have undergone extensive

background checks. I'm sure

there's been some misunderstanding.

The misunderstanding was allowing my event

to take place in this hotel.

♪ 'Cause you're driving me insane... ♪

Why is it that every time I'm here, something bad happens?

I'll get it straightened out, okay?

Don't worry.

♪ Goodbye... ♪

Look at you.

- Like a new man. - I know, right?

I definitely should've hired a private shopper years ago.

Hi.

Hey, Kirby, this is my friend Ramy Crockett.

I know exactly who you are. You're the thief.

Hey. Is that necessary?

It depends. Someone stole the commissioner's watch.

I suppose it could've been one of the all-star soccer players

that swiped it.

Unless it was your friend here, the ex-con.

Did you do this?

Man, why would I steal a watch

when you've given me everything that I need?

- You tell me. - Man, I didn't take anything.

Oh, so you're cool if security searches your room?

I have nothing to hide. Let them look.

Okay.

That party looks fun. Maybe we should just stay here?

Oh, please, if you're a pro-athlete kind of gal,

we can do a lot better than soccer players.

Here you go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Shoot. I just realized I left my phone in my room.

Do you think you could grab the car and meet me at the back entrance?

- It's way closer to the elevators. - Sure, of course.

Okay, thank you.

Ms. Carrington?

Oh, uh, that's me.

Once Maurice passes, the hospital chaplain will escort

the widow to the chapel for bereavement counseling.

After that, we'll have, like, five minutes with the body

before morgue transport shows up.

I need to get that body into an empty OR for surgery right away,

or the liver will deteriorate from lack of oxygen.

Take comfort knowing that he's with the Lord.

Is there anybody that I can call for you?

Hey. Morgue pickup

- for Perry? - Mm-hmm.

Down the hall, Room 922.

Oh!

Oh...

Oh, I am such a klutz.

Ah, it happens to everyone. It's fine.

- You know, I just, I get so jittery in hospitals. - Oh.

They just... I don't know how you work here.

You get used to it after a while, I guess.

- Yeah. - It's, uh... Actually, I, uh,

- I work in the morgue. - Oh.

Wow.

Mrs. Carrington. Hi.

Have you seen Dr. Carrington anywhere?

Last time I saw him,

- he was down the hall. - Okay.

- Thank you. - No problem.

Adam?

Can I talk to you?

No, right now is not a good time, actually...

No, it'll only take a minute.

Your father and I are taking

a proposal for a veterans' clinic to the board next week.

And I know things

between us haven't been great, but we could really

use your support.

- As a new board member. - Yeah, sure.

Did you even hear a word I said?

Got to be honest, not really.

The veterans' clinic.

Right. Yes, that. Um...

Look, I've got much bigger things

to think about right now than your clinic,

so unless you want me to block the vote outright,

I suggest you let me get back to work.

- Thank you. - No, thank you. It's no problem.

Yes.

Hey.

How did you get out here?

Oh.

Nothing you can do for this guy now, right?

Nope.

Hi, you've reached Fallon. Leave me a message.

Fallon, where are you? I've been driving in circles

and I'm pretty sure there's no back entrance.

Oh, no.

Get out of the car, slowly.

Hi, there. This is my friend's car, I'm just picking her up.

Out of the car.

Hands where I can see them, now.

Officer, there must be some sort of mix-up.

My friend asked me to get her car from the valet.

If I could just call her, she-she'll tell you everything.

We spoke to the valet.

This car was stolen directly from the hotel's parking lot.

- Well? - They didn't find anything in your room.

I am so sorry. I shouldn't have...

We shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.

I suppose we all make mistakes.

Look, don't even worry about it, okay?

I just hope you find this guy.

Or at least the watch.

Just because they didn't find it in his room

doesn't mean he didn't stash it somewhere.

Kirby. You're my temporary event coordinator,

not my head of security.

Stay in your lane.

I take it that means the watch hasn't showed up?

No. I'm really sorry, Michael.

If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure my temporary job

is about to turn into a permanent leave of absence.

Well, that'd be a shame. Stolen watch aside, you did a great job.

Thanks.

Hey, so does this mean we can be friends again?

Sounds good to me.

Great. So, can I ask you a question, as a friend?

Of course.

Vanessa and her mother?

That's not a question.

I followed the tech to the morgue,

but by the time I managed to get alone with the cadaver,

the liver was useless.

What about other hospitals?

I've checked every hospital between here and Chicago.

There's no one else.

We're out of miracles.

Can you tell Jeff?

Where have you been?

And why are you dressed like a doorman?

Uh, a valet. It's a long story.

I've got time.

Oh, the details are not important.

It's been three days, and you're already lying to me?

What happened to trying to be a better person?

Because I'm pretty sure you didn't spend the night

parking cars for the less-fortunate.

Well, if you must know, I was helping Fallon

rescue an innocent child

caught in the middle of a really ugly custody battle.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

What kind of custody battle is happening at 10:00 p.m.,

at a valet stand?

That's what I thought.

While you were dropping everything to rescue Fallon,

our charity program was collapsing.

W-What are you talking about?

Father Kelly is gone.

And the new priest has no interest in helping.

Oh, and your other child has also proven

to be no help yet again.

And you're blaming me for Adam's feelings?

I blame you for letting him have that board seat.

And myself for believing that you were capable of change.

Take a look in the mirror, Cristal.

You fought to have Adam kicked out

of the family corporation.

You tried to have him banished to some institution

when he went blind. You tricked him into thinking

that I slept with his girlfriend.

Maybe if you'd worked a little harder

trying to be a good stepmother,

we wouldn't be here right now.

You are right. I did those awful things.

The difference between us is I am trying to atone for my sins.

It's late.

Uh, yeah, I know.

More bad news?

We couldn't find a donor.

No one in your family was a match.

Okay.

So where does that leave us?

Well, it probably leaves me going to jail.

You're already showing symptoms of early-stage liver failure.

And once that starts to progress, there's,

there's no coming back.

- How long do I have? - My best guess?

Two or three days

before neurological functions start to diminish.

Is-is there someone I can call, or...?

No.

Would you want your family to remember you like this?

Your friends?

I don't want to put the people I love through that.

But I, uh, I do want to make sure

everyone's taken care of after I'm gone.

Would you, uh, do me a favor

and write down some things for me?

Stashed inside the curtain rod.

Did you think I'd forget my own trick?

Sam, listen, I'm-I'm sorry.

Look, I didn't want to embarrass you in front of the others,

but I can't risk my hotel's reputation.

- You need to leave. - Come on, okay?

Look, I-I made a mistake.

Ramy, I trusted you.

I gave you a place to stay,

and this is how you thank me?

Man, you're lucky

- I'm not calling your P.O. - Well, go ahead and call him.

I-I'll be back in jail soon enough, right? Why wait?

Stop, man. Don't say that.

No, it's true. And then I get a chance

to see all over again that no one cares.

I'm sorry I didn't visit.

I just,

- it would have been weird. - Right.

Because had I opened my mouth to the police back then,

then you could've been in there with me.

And then you would've had a chance to see

who your real friends are, besides me.

Look, you have no idea what it was like in there, Sam.

But I don't want to go back.

Give me another chance.

But you will be watched.

Fallon, Heidi.

Is everything okay?

Uh, not really.

Heidi jacked a Tesla tonight.

- That is not what... - And thank God the Carrington name

still carries some weight, because otherwise,

your thieving baby mama would be behind bars.

I told you it was a mistake. Why won't you believe me?

Okay, well, you know what?

Doesn't really matter what I believe.

I just wonder how a family court judge

will look upon a single mother with a record

of erratic behavior and auto theft.

You set me up.

The valet,

saying there was a back entrance to the hotel,

it was all you.

Liam, I didn't do anything wrong.

You believe me, right?

Of course I do.

Who do you think swiped the keys from valet?

And frankly, Heidi,

the auto theft combined with your little getaway

on the Vaginal Mystery Tour won't look great.

Look, this can all go away,

we just need you to agree to a couple of things.

Like relocating to Atlanta.

Why are you doing this?

Because I can't lose my son for a second time.

Okay. Or we can just settle this in front of a judge.

No, you don't understand.

- It is not that simple. - But it can be.

You used to be a kind person, Heidi. What happened?

I don't know why you won't compromise.

Is there something wrong with a father

- wanting to get to know his son? - No, but...

Connor's not your son.

I had an affair with your father.

Connor's your brother.

Senior year, when I went to visit your family for Christmas break.

You and I were pretty much done, and I had a little...

thing with your dad.

It was stupid,

and it only happened a couple of times,

but he wasn't nearly as responsible as you were.

That's one way to put it.

You knew Connor wasn't mine all this time?

Then why did you show up here saying that he was?

I really did need a break.

- Ugh. - And Connor's been asking

about his father nonstop.

So, since his real dad passed away,

I figured Liam was the next best thing,

especially when I found out you two were getting married.

I mean... it seemed like an ideal family for Connor.

Obviously, appearances can be deceiving.

So, why did you lie to me back then?

You said it yourself, we were basically done.

So, why didn't you just tell me he wasn't mine?

Spit it out, Swiss Miss.

I promised I'd keep the identity

of Connor's real father a secret.

You promised who?

I can't say.

Obviously, she's talking about your mother.

How could you let me think I had a kid out there

- all these years? - Always with the drama.

- Huh? - Oh, come on.

You worshipped your father.

I could not risk ruining that relationship,

especially after he passed.

What good would that do?

You should be thanking me.

Oh, please. You have never done a selfless thing

in your whole life.

I think you couldn't stand the idea of people finding out

that your husband had a son

with a barely legal high school kid.

That is not true. I did it for Liam.

Liam, please.

I may not love all your choices, but I love you.

Liam, listen to one of your choices.

Someone who loves you

would never do what she did to you.

You can't trust this woman.

Fallon's right.

- Liam. - Stop.

I don't want to hear another word from you.

You know what? And don't bother showing up at the wedding.

Oh.

Maintenance found it in the elevator.

The commissioner must have

dropped it when he was bringing in his luggage.

Do I want to know the real story?

Well, I'm hoping that if I comp

the entire bar tab for the evening,

you will convince the commissioner that is

- the real story. - The whole tab?

I'll find a way.

♪ I get this feeling, it's like paradise, paradise... ♪

And for what it's worth?

Kirby did a great job with this party.

I'm really sorry, Sam.

I just wanted everything to be perfect

so that you could see how good I would be if I had this job.

But I... I should never have accused your friend of stealing.

I just got carried away.

Kirby.

You were just being a vigilant employee.

I'm the one who's sorry.

I shouldn't have snapped at you.

The job is yours if you still want it.

Of course I want it.

Well, then, you're officially hired.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

- I can't find my keys. - Sam.

You, uh, dropped these in my room.

They must have fallen out

while you were fixing the curtain rod.

You know how to fix a curtain rod?

Long story. Thanks.

Of course. Uh, see you tomorrow.

Mrs. Colby.

Oh, my God. Did Jeff...

No, no, no, no, no. He's-he's okay for now.

Um, I've...

I've decided that I'm going to do the surgery.

Donate, not perform it.

But you said you might not survive.

I might not.

But I took a vow to do no harm,

and I can't let Jeff die

if there's something I can do to prevent it.

You can't do yourself harm, either.

Come here.

Last night, I realized how many people Jeff's leaving behind.

And if I die in surgery,

at this point,

nobody besides you is gonna even notice.

I don't want you to die.

I don't want to, either.

Oh. Mrs. Carrington.

Uh, what are you...

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been three weeks since my last confession.

You know what?

It's good enough.

So, tell me what's troubling you.

Someone recently accused me

of being political and manipulative.

And they were right.

This clinic was supposed to be my absolution,

but even it's become corrupt.

Feels like every day,

I'm getting further from God's graces,

and I'm afraid that someday soon,

I won't be able to find my way back.

Well, God doesn't forsake his children.

I know I can't undo the harm I've caused,

but I can vow to put good into the world

from here on out.

If you'll help me.

I'll talk to the board.

But it's only because I'd hate to see tears

and, well, I really do love veterans as much as you.

I can't thank you enough.

And... I really am sorry

about getting off to such a rocky start, Father.

- Oh... - And...

I can't believe I accused you of flirting with me.

Oh.

I mean, I definitely was flirting with you.

And I... really look forward to working together.

Five Hail Marys and one Our Father.

I'm sorry again about the whole...

- auto theft thing. - It's okay.

I know in your own incredibly twisted way,

you were just trying to protect Connor.

I'm glad he has someone like you in his corner.

I'm gonna miss you, buddy.

Me, too.

Are you gonna come visit me?

All the time.

And hey, no matter what,

we're family, okay?

Okay.

- Ah, Fallon. - I just wanted to thank you.

It meant a lot to me that you were willing

to violate your new do-gooder vow

to help me destroy

an innocent woman's credibility

and steal her kid.

It's the type of thing

father-daughter memories are made of.

Well, it was nice to spend time together,

that's for sure. I've missed you.

Good. Because Liam and I are moving back into the manor.

This is my home.

And also, La Mirage has a terrible breakfast buffet.

And, compared to Laura,

you're parent of the year.

I'll take it.

Welcome back.

Thanks.

Oh.

So, what were the skeletons in Alexis's closet?

I mean, what was so bad that she was willing to leave me?

Oh, I can't tell you that.

Not to protect Alexis.

To-to protect you.

See you both soon.

Okay?

Sir, you have a visitor.

- Laura? - Blake.

We need to talk.

Can I get you something?

Coffee? Tea? Horse tranquilizer?

Some privacy would be nice.

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

I don't recall asking your opinion.

Thank you, Anders. That'll be all.

I'll be right outside the door.

Well, this is a surprise,

Laura, though I suppose it's good

for the in-laws to formally sit down together.

Save it.

If I have my way, we'll never be in-laws.

I'm sorry?

I'm the final approval VKI needs

to sell Carrington Atlantic to Jeff Colby.

- Okay. - I want my son back.

So, in exchange for your terminating

your daughter's relationship with Liam,

I'll block the sale of C.A.

and make sure the company is sold to you.

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