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- Previously on Dynasty...
- What did we do?

You broke your vows. I broke mine.

Carrington Atlantic oil
tankers are being held up

in Moldavian shipping lanes.

Fuel up the jet.
We're going to Moldavia.

Blake and Anders had some
trouble with the government.

They've been kidnapped.

Were you thinking someone unlocked
it in the past five minutes?

Just get nervous energy when I'm
trapped in a foreign dungeon.

Plus, if we could just
speak to the king,

perhaps we can straighten
this whole thing out.

Well, who do you think brought us here?

He may not want to talk to me.

I thought Blake Carrington
could close any deal.

There wouldn't be a deal to close

if Laura Van Kirk hadn't screwed me over

when she sold me back CA.

The king can hear you from his quarters.

- Keep quiet.
- Well, if the king's awake,

perhaps he'd like to have a little chat

and we can explain what's going on.

He is aware of your situation.

- But are you?
- I'm the head of the security services.

I'm aware of everything.

The way I see it,
this ends with him losing.

So, you know, you can choose

to let us go right now
and secure your future,

or...

wait and see what happens.

I'm very patient.

Ah.

Your funeral.
I guess we can cross getting trapped

in a Moldavian dungeon
off our bucket list.

Excuse my bluntness, sir,
but are you out of your freaking mind?!

Do you understand the
gravity of the situation?

Yeah,
I understand gravity like Einstein.

We were captured five hours ago,

which means our pilot's
already on his way home,

and he's notified the family.

It was Newton who discovered gravity,

not Einstein.

So, what's

our next move?

Your next move is to stay put.

No one can find out about this.

Otherwise, we risk a leak to the press.

The last thing we want is to
put Father in more danger.

I'm gonna go.

So this isn't about Blake's safety.

It's about you wanting to be a hero

to get back on Daddy's good side?

And if no one can know,
what is Liam doing here?

My family's done business in Moldavia.

I've been there,
and I've already reached out

to a few contacts of my mother's.

And he got us the
blueprints for the palace,

where the political prisoners are taken.

Great. So why don't
we send the blueprints

to an actual international rescue group,

instead of depending
on a doctor and a...

- Well...
- A writer?

Because

the UN advises all international
rescue groups not to go to Moldavia.

Private security won't even go there.

- So what makes you think you can do it?
- Look, look,

we're not going there to fight.

We're simply going there
to casually break in and...

Unkidnap...

Two innocent people.

I think we should tell Fallon.

Yeah. Have you met Fallon?

In, like, three minutes,
she's gonna have CIA,

IDF, several small armies

swarming Moldavia,
basically starting World War III.

She does tend to go big.

But she'd also know what to do.
I'm sure she's had

to deal with this kind of thing before.

So have I, remember?

Kidnapped for 30 years?

Do you even care about
getting Blake home,

or you want more time off

from your husband so
you can go to church?

What is that supposed to mean?

It means you seem to like getting

on your knees these days
and praying, don't you?

Enough.

- VKI agreed to let us use the plane.
- Great.

- What if Fallon finds out?
- Once we're all back

safely, she'll understand.

And I hope you will, too.

To be honest, Joanne,

I would wait as long as possible.

Why ruin a promising relationship

by revealing you have
a child so quickly?

If things work out, well,

there'll be plenty of time
for them to get acquainted.

Remember, patience is the virtue,
not children.

- You're a lifesaver, Aunt Alexis.
- Ms. Carrington!

I'm telling you, before I called you,
I didn't know what to do

- with my life. I...
- Great question. Please call again.

We've just been served.

You can't just barge
into my show like that.

It's my show, and I can,
because apparently

a woman named Joyce Doyle

called into Ask Alexis,
asking for a career change.

And you told her to get behind the wheel

- and drive without looking back.
- Great advice.

Oh, really?
Because Joyce took that advice

and she got into a car accident.

She broke her left leg and

her right arm,
and now she's suing me and you

and the company for damages.

This is nonsense. Everybody knows

that I meant the wheel of life,
not the wheel of a...

A 1995 LeBaron?

Come on. She was asking for it.
If everyone

took my advice literally,
we would be in big trouble.

- We are in big trouble!
- No, we're not. That's a frivolous charge.

Plus, there's this thing
called freedom of speech.

- It's an amendment thingie.
- The first amendment?

Oh, wow.
Your expertise in the law is really

not making me feel better right now.

Fine. Call a lawyer if you want.
They'll tell you the same.

At least my advice is free.

Free? Your advice
is going to cost me millions

of dollars in legal fees!

I got to say,

I was worried about the show at first,

but it has been nothing but positive
for myself and the Atlantix.

This is just the beginning.

The network is already working
on an offer for season two.

- Oh.
- I thought I was going on tour.

W-Well, why don't you just
put that in your new deal?

And whatever else you want.
If they're excited

about the show,
we need to strike while the iron is hot.

We got to get what we can while we can.

To getting it all.

Amen.

Mm.

I'll be right back.

What's that text?

Let's just say success has

a way of opening
previously locked doors.

Why are you still dealing with them?
You're like Kourtney

when she kept going back to Scott,

thinking this time it would work out.

I-I don't know who either
of those people are,

but this is just business.

Okay, well, while you're still
doing business with them,

you can find someone else to vent to,
because I'm done

listening to you complain
about being betrayed.

And I'm done complaining.

I've got a new approach.

Since I already know they're using me,

I'm flipping it, using them right back.

This time is gonna be different.

Classic Kourtney.

I'll see you at the hangar
in an hour. Okay.

So, I was invited
to give the keynote speech

at a 30 Under 30 ATL
Entrepreneurs banquet.

Well, congratulations.
You should probably

start working on that,
'cause I got to get to...

Yeah, but I think I'm turning it down.

I mean, what are they honoring me for?

Sneaking mistresses out of hotel
rooms inside laundry carts?

Which, yes, is a skill,
but I can't put that in my speech.

Yeah, but you have a ton to be proud of.

Do I? The whole thing
with Ramy screwed me up.

I mean, I realized that the only

real difference between
us is that I married rich.

Without that, I'd still be
breaking into people's houses

through the air vent just
to steal their leftovers

- and watch Desperado.
- Desperado?

Yeah, people in my neighborhood

were all really big Danny Trejo fans.

But who isn't?
I mean, the guy has no fear.

- And a machete.
- Look, I don't want to be rude,

- but I really have to...
- Yeah, you have to go to the hangar. I heard.

I'm working on my listening skills.

So, where are you going, anyway?

Oh, just a... a business trip.

But you're a writer.
What does that even mean?

Like... movie rights?

Okay. You're a terrible liar.

This is about your bachelor party,
isn't it?

Yes. Yes.

Totally. I'm planning a
little bachelor party scout,

but I'm keeping it a
secret from everyone,

- because I-I want you guys to be surprised.
- Mm.

So if-if you don't mind, I, uh...
I got to go.

Scout.

I'm sorry I dragged you into this.

Oh, you didn't drag me into anything.

I volunteered.

We're in this together.

Hey, if you could
snap your fingers right now

and be somewhere else,
where would it be?

You mean, apart from the manor?

Yeah, yeah, someplace bigger.
I mean, I'd want to go

to the moon, so what about you?

I'd rather not say.

Come on.
We're stuck in a Moldavian prison.

We don't know if we're
ever gonna get out.

If now is not the time to share

your hopes and dreams,
I don't know when is.

Well, if you insist. I've always wanted

to open a beachfront
restaurant in New Zealand.

Are you kidding me?
Restaurants are terrible businesses.

They hardly ever turn a profit.

And you wonder why I
didn't want to tell you.

Are you ready to make a deal?

No, and the king has a proposition.

Clearly, the captains of the
tankers will not negotiate

with our people without your okay.

Those tankers are not
leaving Moldavian waters.

So, call the captains,

order them to turn around
and return the oil.

You do that,
and the king will let you both go.

Do we have a deal?

Well?

When he wakes up,

tell him the king's offer
only lasts until midnight.

After that,
the king becomes a lot less...

...diplomatic.

Is it time to worry yet?

You have until midnight
to accept the king's deal.

You know, as a rule,

when a dictator offers you
a way out, you take it.

The oil is the only leverage we have.

The moment that I agree

to return it is the moment that I sign

our death certificates,
so our tankers and their ships can sit

in a stalemate for weeks for all I care.

Weeks?

I thought someone was coming to save us.

As long as we control the tankers,
we're good.

This king is not gonna risk
an international incident

by shooting at them.

So we're not making a deal.

Well, I don't care how
many lawyers you have to use.

Your job is to defend Fallon Unlimited.

Otherwise,
what am I paying you $1,000 an hour for?

A thousand an hour?

Wow. I'm, uh, working
for the wrong firm.

Hey. Evan.

Uh, trust me, you are better off

not representing us right now.

- Hmm.
- So what are you doing here?

Well, I'm still cc'd on the
company's legal e-mails,

since I helped set it up,

so I know about the lawsuit,
and I have some thoughts.

Well, I can only offer you
a penny for them,

since you just heard what
I'm paying my attorneys.

I'm sure your firm will crush the case,
which is why I'm worried.

Why? Fallon Unlimited
is about empowerment,

and what better way to send that message

than getting your opponent
to crash and burn?

I realize now that
that was a bad metaphor

because the woman
actually crashed her car.

The message it sends
is that your company

will destroy anything in its way.

- Hmm.
- This is a woman,

not another corporation.

People root for the underdog.

And in simple PR terms,

you may win in legal court, but...

But I'll lose in the
court of public opinion,

and my company will be in trouble.

Right? So what do you suggest we do?

Settle.

I know this type of person from my years

as a social worker and public defender.

Unlike you, she has nothing to lose.

Hmm. Okay.

Well, I'm not calling off
my lawyers just yet,

but I am gonna ask
you to try and settle.

In the meantime,
I would keep your eyes and ears on...

On Alexis. Yes, I know.

My lawyers, the insurance company,

and Alexis's personal masseuse
have already sounded that alarm.

When you're in college,

you can get away with anything.

My advice:
take your professor out for drinks,

and then...

I would never say

drug a child to calm him down,

but in his morning cereal,
you can mistakenly

drop in some...

And the way to do it is
just by placing his...

...on your...

And that's how he'll end up in...

- _
- Okay, I was going

to say "prison." What is wrong with you?

I'm sorry. Itchy trigger finger.

I believe you have

what it takes to be more
than a reality star.

Correct.

I want to talk to you about
producing your own talk show.

- You mean on TV?
- Yep.

I have a group of financiers

that can guarantee three years
of syndicated programming.

The goal is to start local,

expand national, and then go global.

Like Oprah.

Yeah. You know, if you're interested,

we should get together again
soon and talk about the details.

I'll call you in a few days.

This has been very...
informative, Mr. Cartof.

Call me Chase.

Hello. You've reached Father Collins.

I'm not available to
answer your call now.

Have a blessed day.

Caleb, Blake's in trouble.

He's missing, and... I'm worried
something horrible has happened.

I know this is God's way
of punishing me for what...

what we did.

And...

I know you would probably try
to convince me that I was wrong.

But...

I need to make things right.

I can't keep betraying
the people I care about.

We always knew this wouldn't end well.

I just think we never knew when.

We can't see each other anymore, Caleb.

Well...

please don't call me back.

As long as my contact
meets us at the palace,

I'm confident that he can sneak us in,

find Blake and Anders,
and-and get us out alive.

Are we really going through with this?

What choice do we have?

He's still my father,
even though we're not speaking.

I'd never forgive
myself if I didn't try.

Hey!

Did someone say "boys' trip"?

- What the...?
- What?

I wasn't gonna let you scout
bachelor parties without me.

Especially now that I
see you invited Adam.

Which is a little hurtful,
I'm not gonna lie.

We're actually flying to Moldavia

to try and rescue Blake and Anders

from kidnappers without
getting ourselves killed.

Okay. So, really,
no one said "boys' trip"?

This is insane.

- No, it's gonna be fine.
- No. I mean,

I just spent a fortune on party drugs,

thinking that I would
get a semi-naked man

to do tequila shots off my belly button.

But now I might get shot

in my belly button.

Yes, that's definitely a possibility.

Can we just turn the plane around and...

drop me off in the
Caribbean or something?

Yeah, we landed about ten minutes ago.

Why aren't you two
freaking out about this?

Hmm? I mean, no offense,

but neither one of you
is particularly scary.

You don't have that Trejo thing going.

- What?
- Don't ask.

No, I'm serious. I mean,
you went blind after a gas leak.

And you, you got amnesia

- after being hit by, basically, a flower.
- I went blind

after an explosion, not a gas leak.

Anyway, it's gonna work,

because it's a well- thought-out plan.

The map's gonna lead us to the palace.

Liam's contact,
that I assume will be armed,

is gonna get us past the guards,

and then he'll bring
us back to the plane.

- Okay with you?
- Fine.

I'll wait here while
you do the rescuing.

- That's probably for the best.
- Probably for the best.

Well, you could have at least pretended

to think about it... now I don't know

if I'm relieved or offended.

Be relieved, all right?

Take a benzo, relax, and just...

wait for us to get back.

Luckily, I did bring a pharmacy with me.

I've got great news.

Ah. Joyce Doyle dropped the suit?

Hmm. Okay, I've got good news.

She agreed to settle for $2 million.

- Of course she did.
- That is good news.

You see? I should be paying
you a thousand dollars an hour

instead of those mouth breathers
I'm paying now. So what's next?

I'll get the paperwork all set,

and you can stop by my
office tomorrow to sign.

Wow. Sounds like a plan. We'll be there.

If you have time after,

maybe we can go to lunch to celebrate.

My treat,

since you'll have two
million less dollars.

Yeah, I'm sure
I could grab a quick bite.

Great. See you tomorrow.

Bye.

You're gonna keep shaking
your head until I ask why,

- right?
- Well, there are two reasons.

That man likes you,
and I'm not signing anything.

No, he doesn't. And what?

Yes, you are.
We could be done with this.

Exactly. If I settle, I'm done.

It's admitting guilt.

And as a professional advice giver...

- Not a thing.
- ...the moment

I sign that document, my career is over.

Your career that lasted one week?

I've had juice cleanses
that have lasted longer.

- Fallon, you don't understand.
- I do understand, okay?

You want something to do,

and once we settle this, you and I

can sit down and come up with
a new hobby for you, okay?

Maybe we can even release a line

of Aunt Alexis lip-plumping kits.

Whatever it is,

you're still signing tomorrow.

Sir, it must be getting
close to midnight.

It's been 24 hours...
someone should be here by now.

And yet there's no one.

The pilot can't have told the family.

I mean, he's probably dead by now.

It's really only a matter of time

before we join him, unless you turn

those tankers around and return the oil.

Anders, please calm down.

Calm down?
I wish you'd join me in panicking.

Adam?

Well, at least we know
the pilot told the family.

You were supposed to be here

20 minutes ago, Mother...
Evan already called twice.

I'm sorry,
but I had to look at a map first.

Since when do you need
a map to get here?

Is that why you never
visited in 11 years,

because you couldn't find a map?

I am going to Joyce Doyle's.

I'm not signing anything until
I convince her to drop that lawsuit.

Are you out of your tiny, tiny mind?

Okay. Gotta go.

So you basically

just walked right into their arms?

We didn't know they were expecting us.

We had a great plan A...
we just didn't get to execute it.

My contact turned on us.

He worked for VKI for 20 years.

- He was practically family.
- Well,

your actually family told
me I needed to come here

to collect my tanker, so no surprise.

- Look, we're all still alive...
- Thank God we're alive! Huh?

What a wonderful reunion you
put together for us, Adam.

Maybe we should do
Thanksgiving here next year.

That is, unless we're dead!

So, when exactly

does plan B kick in?

So, when you say "plan B"...

Well, you said you had a plan A,

which means you must have a plan B,

otherwise the first plan
would just be called

"the plan."

No one's coming, are they, Adam?

Because you didn't tell anyone.

- I was trying to protect you.
- Clearly, the only thing

I need protection from
is you and your plan!

So, no one knows

where we are,
and there's no one else coming?

Well, Sam...
is actually still on the plane,

so he could rescue us at any moment.

We could call that plan Z.

They'll be here any second now.

Just think good thoughts.

Wait,
what was I supposed to be thinking?

Come on, Sam,
let's get your act together.

- Danny Trejo?
- Yeah. Trejo in the flesh.

Well, kind of in the flesh.

Whoa!

Man...

I've seen all of your movies.

Well, most of them.

There's, like, a thousand, but...

You were...
you were kind of my hero growing up.

I wanted to be a badass just like you.

It didn't really happen.

What do you mean?
Everybody's got a little badass in 'em.

You just got to know when to let it out.

So, when do you think
I should do the... letting out?

Now might be a good time.

Yeah, that would make sense.

So what happens next?

Hey, I'm a hallucination, not a psychic.

Yeah, but I think I'm here
to help you save everyone.

But can we do that from the plane?

Because, uh, yeah,
I've just been lacking

in the confidence department lately.

Well, you're certainly not gonna find

your confidence sittin' here.

What I suggest you do is
grab those blueprints,

break into that Eastern
European palace, and...

we'll worry about the rest later.

Joyce, I wanted to sit face-to-face.

Podcasts can be so impersonal.

I just thought if we got
to know each other better,

I could explain how I did nothing wrong

- and gave you the right advice.
- Hmm.

Look what your right advice got me.

That's on you, dear.

Look, I don't want to judge,

especially since I have no idea

what high school you
nearly graduated from.

Are you really insulting me now?

No. I'm just trying to
explain what a metaphor is.

- Stop.
- Fallon.

You got here so quickly.
You were speeding, weren't you?

Driving advice? Really? That's funny.

Hi. You must be Joyce.

Very nice to meet you.

Right. Um, I just came here

to apologize for whatever
my mother has already said.

And to tell you what a
lovely home you have. Wow.

Look at those party shoes.
You know, from a distance,

you can barely tell

they're from a discount warehouse.

Too bad I can't wear
them because of the boot

because of the car accident
your mother caused.

- Right. I think we should go.
- What? No.

Joyce and I were having a splendid time

- until you burst in.
- No, we weren't.

- Okay, time to go. Come with me.
- No, no, we... No.

- I'm not coming...
- No, come with me. Don't fight me!

- Fallon, no.
- Do not fight me.

Go.

You're gonna want to
put some ice on that.

Stop giving advice!

All right. What's next?

Keep your eyes open.

Especially the ones in
the back of your head.

Do I have those?

Hold on a second.

Why do you get to have a machete,
and I get a flashlight?

Because I'm not real, dummy.

Mmm.

Focus! Now, like I said,

anyone can kick ass.

We have to figure out

what you're good at and
use it to your advantage.

Hospitality?

Well, we can serve them to death.

We sure can.

Turns out there are benefits

to being an accomplice to adultery.

See? Like I said.

It's all about confidence.

Although a weapon helps.

But if you don't have one...

...improvise.

Bingo.

This is how I used to sneak
into my neighbors' houses

to watch your movies.

Danny?

Buddy?

Worst time ever to sober up.

Okay. Left or right? Left or right?

Calm down.

Like Danny said,

it's all about confidence.

Okay.

Left.

Whatever we can do

to expand the team's brand.

If the cameras can follow
me to the Atlantix games,

well, that's even better.

Okay, understood.

This has all been helpful
for us to start drafting

your contracts for season two.

Is that everything?

Not quite.

We need to incorporate more
travel into next season.

I'll want a private jet on standby.

Also, some new cars would be nice.

And also some time off
to pursue other projects.

It's all on the list.

Oh. You're serious about this?

I don't kid around when it
comes to getting what I deserve.

Uh, why don't we just hear
what our generous producers

have to offer, and then maybe

we can lower your demands
just a little bit.

Lower?

This is just a starting point for me.

Let me know when you're ready to talk.

The king is out of patience.

He asked for something new to look at.

I suggested a human head.

- No. Stop. Stop! Stop, stop!
- Hey! Hold on, now!

Aah!

Dad? Dad!

Dad, what's wrong?

Can you get some help, please?

Get some help!

You all right? You got to take it easy.

Yeah, I'm fine. I was faking it.
Are you even a doctor?

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm good. I'm fine.
- Hey, hey, guys, not to be a downer,

but someone's gonna come looking
for this guy really soon.

All right. I may have a plan.

'Cause your last one worked out so well.

Okay, so, we take his keys...

No, we're not going anywhere.

I don't think we can
get through the door.

- Whoa, he's getting up.
- Somebody hit him.

Watch out.

- Whoa!
- Sam?

Damn.

I wish Danny would've seen that.

I saw it, Sam.

I think you're still a little high.

I'll see you later.

All right, come on.
We got to get back up that vent.

You, Liam. First.

- Okay. Yeah.
- Ready? One, two...

We are not going back in.

Why are you obsessed
with this whole thing?

I'm not obsessed with anything.

Okay. So, you think showing up
to a strange woman's apartment

and kicking her to drop
a lawsuit is normal?

I didn't plan to kick her.

It's just...

This is the first time in a long time

that anyone cares about
what I have to say.

And it feels nice to be validated.

So...

I just don't want that to end.

No, don't sit on the floor. Don't.

Aw, you did it. Okay.

Listen,

I'm, uh, not sure

you should base your self-worth
on callers to a podcast,

but okay.

One of the few nice things about
being married to your father,

if not the only,

was that I was taken
seriously in society.

I know it probably sounds
superficial to you,

but I was respected and looked up to.

Yes, it does sound superficial.

Okay.

You know what? Forget it.

You don't understand.

Which is ironic,

because whenever you're going
after something you want,

you don't care who gets in your way.

But I do the same thing, well,

you call me crazy.

Okay, I think we can both agree

that you can be a little,
you know, out there

sometimes, but I guess I do

lose sight of why you
do the things you do.

We're more alike than you think, Fallon.

Mmm.

And kicking that woman was an accident.

But look at that tacky doormat.

She kind of deserved it.

What?

Okay. Who's next? Let's go.

How are we gonna get the last one up?

I told you I was coming to save you.

That's what I'm doing.
Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

Sam, close it up.

Close it up.

Good luck.

Hi.

Hi, Joyce. We just have
a few more questions.

- Talk to my lawyers.
- I don't think you want that.

I don't think you'd want that, either.
You attacked me.

- Hmm.
- Yes. But when you went to defend yourself,

you, Joyce, used your right arm.

The arm you supposedly broke.

So? It was a reflex.

You can't blame me for defending myself.

Yes, that's true.

But you didn't seem to
be showing much pain

when you were waving your arm around.

Plus, there's the doormat.

And she doesn't mean the tacky message.

- It just says "live wild and free."
- Well, it's filthy.

And weirdly, the fresh dirt on the mat

matches the dirt on your
$12 high heel shoes.

And everybody knows
you can't wear high heels

with a broken leg.

It's the height of gauche.

- You don't know that's from me.
- Well,

I'm pretty sure if I took
those shoes and I tested them

against the dirt marks on that mat,

it would be an exact match.

Look, before we settle

on anything, I am going
to need to see some X-rays.

No? Okay.

Well, I guess we can just see them

when we countersue you for damages.

Fine!

You're right. I made it all up.

I just wanted an easy paycheck.

I will drop the lawsuit.

But you two? Insane.

Mmm. Ah, ah, ah.

And?

Your advice was good.

I can't.

I know. You're welcome.

Must be almost 30 minutes

- by now.
- Well, what if he's...

- you know.
- Just give it a little more time.

They're not gonna kill Adam, all right?

If they want to get to me,
they'll keep him alive.

I'll call in an
extraction team as soon as

- we get in the air.
- No! We are staying

until it is no longer safe.

That could be approximately now.

There's a palace guard
on his way to see us.

Let's go!

- Are you insane?
- It's not a guard.

It's not a guard.

Let's get the hell out of here, right?

Hey. Hey, come on. Let's go.

Did they counter yet?

They left.

And they pulled the plug on the show.

They didn't want to deal with
you or your crazy demands.

This is how negotiations work.
Trust me, they'll be back.

I'm pretty sure they won't be,

given the fact that they said,
"We won't be back."

Fine.

We'll do bigger things now.

It was always supposed to be

a platform to the next level.

And don't worry, Vanessa,
I'll have my new producer,

Chase, get something for you, too.

What about me?

I was counting on a second season.

We can't all be winners, Michael.

The fact is,

I don't care about soccer.

And I don't really know

if there's a spot for you in our plans.

The world of reality can be tough.

Let's go, Vanessa.

Wow, okay.

Was that really necessary?

He's a weak link who'd
be holding us back.

I've been guiding your
career our entire lives.

I know what I'm doing.

We'll be landing in a few hours,
Cristal.

Everybody is, everybody's safe.

I'd like to propose a toast.

Family, friends, rescuers.

Fallon not finding out about this.

And thanks to hiring some local
armed escorts in gunboats,

two tankers on their way to Georgia.

Wait, so you got the oil?

I thought you were in this
mess because you couldn't

negotiate for it.

No, I had the oil the whole time.

I just couldn't get the tankers out

of Moldavian waters. I didn't want to

tell you about it
'cause I knew you'd try to talk me

into returning the oil for our freedom.

Right, so I-I sacrificed myself

so you could keep all of the...
couple barrels of stolen oil?

It was over 150 million gallons.

And it was mine to begin with.

Do you have any idea
how much money that is?

Do you have any idea
what we've been through?

What I've been through?

I dropped everything to come save you.

I risked my life,

because you're my father.

Even though you,
you continued to berate me.

And now I find out that this
could've all ended yesterday

if you weren't so damn greedy?

- Hey, hey, Adam?
- No, we're done.

Evan?

- What's going on? What's wrong?
- Hey.

You, uh, texted me something
about killing your mother

and then I never heard back.

Sorry, I totally forgot about you.

No, everything is fine.

Nobody got hurt, not even Joyce Doyle.

Well, I mean,
she did get kicked in the stomach,

but as far as car accidents go,

she was faking her injuries.

- What?
- Yeah.

So the case is now closed.

You are free to go back and work for

the poor or disenfranchised
or whatever it is that you do.

But, uh,
we should still celebrate, right?

I mean, we never did get our lunch

and, uh, I'm free for dinner

or drinks, you know,

whatever works best.

I just want to see you again.

Evan...

I'm sorry, but...

I am getting married

to the man I love, Liam.

And there's no one
else I want to be with.

And I don't want to lead you on.

So I think it's best

that we don't go out...

...or see each other anymore.

Okay?

No, no, I get it.

Have a good wedding.

Thanks.

Hey, it's me.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Well, I don't care if they
dropped by unannounced, Joyce.

You were supposed to improvise!

Well, yes, the deal is off.

If I don't get to be her hero,

then you don't get a dime.

What now?

I've already called
Meghan Markle's cousin

and asked her to co-host,
so you can't cancel the show.

I'm not... I came here

to tell you that you
were right about Evan.

- He did have feelings for me.
- Hmm.

I guess I do tend to question
your advice because...

you were never around to give
me any when I was younger.

Classic defense mechanism.

I did a show about that three days ago.

Yeah.

Look...

I'm sorry that I've always seen you

as a manipulative shrew.

But I'm gonna try to change that.

Okay, I'm gonna try to see you

as someone with...
goals and wants and...

all that regular crap
that real people have.

A three-dimensional manipulative shrew?

Exactly.

You know, I always thought that
I got my tenacity from Blake,

but now I'm starting to
think I got it from you.

Which is why

I have decided I am not
gonna stand in your way

any longer.

Aw!

Your censor button.

Does this mean I have carte
blanche to say whatever I want?

Well, it was really more
symbolic than anything else,

so...

I'm gonna say whatever I want.

This is his office?

What the hell?

Oh.

Hi, guys.

Chase Cartof's office.

How can I help you?

Oh. It's for you.

I'll just, uh, put it on speaker.

There you go.

Hello?

Dominique, Michael Culhane here.

You know, the guy you screwed
over for the last time.

What's going on here?

I don't have time for this.

Well, you ain't got nothing but time.

You have no House of Deveraux.

And, surprise,

Chase Cartof doesn't exist.

Did you really think that
you could be the next Oprah?

Oh, geez.

And, Vanessa,

this is what you get for always
doing what your mother says.

Let me be clear.

We are done.

I wish I could see the looks
on your faces right about now.

Oh, wait. I can.

Would you look at that?

Better than I thought.

- Told you.
- You were right.

This was amazing.

You're fired.

Whoa.

- Feeling okay?
- I will,

after I spend the next five days in bed.

But what about the 30 Under 30 thing?

Don't you have to do that?

Can you please take this to my room?
Thank you.

I already told you,

I'm not in a good place to
give uplifting speeches.

Are you joking?

Sam, you're the reason we're alive.

- You're a hero.
- No, I'm not.

Danny Trejo is.

And, yes, I know he wasn't real,

but he guided me through it all.

Okay? If I had been in my right mind,

then I'd still be in that plane

- and you'd still be in prison.
- Sam,

I don't care how many
fake people helped.

That was all you.

Just like La Mirage.

Sure, maybe somebody else
gave you the money,

but, Sam, you made it a success.

So stop selling yourself short.

You know what?

You're right.

I am a hero.

So, look out, 30 Under 30.

Because I may have lied about my age,

but I'm coming for you.

And I just rescued Blake and
Liam from a Moldavian prison,

so, uh, I got some things to say.

What did he just say?

I know that you're mad and angry.

- And hurt.
- And hurt.

But you need to know you
were never in real danger.

I already had a plan to rescue you.

- Sure.
- You are my priority, Adam.

If you don't believe that,
maybe now you will.

It's for your first day as my number two

at Carrington Atlantic.

You saved me.

Want to learn the ropes
from your old man?

Of course I do.

Good.

I have something for you as well.

Get the dirt on someone, huh?

No, no dirt. Maybe a little bit of sand.

That is the deed for a
beachfront restaurant

in New Zealand.

And when you decide
you're ready to retire,

that'll be waiting for you to take over.

We've come a long way, haven't we?

So...

When does Cristal get back?

I believe she's been here
the whole time, sir.

Hey. Why didn't you
tell me you were here?

Because I don't really know
how to say what I'm gonna say.

I'm so relieved and thankful
that you're alive, Blake.

Cristal, please don't.

I can't do this anymore.

We're not happy.

We're not talking.

We barely know who we are anymore.

Maybe we rushed into things,

and now reality is catching up with us.

Well, then let's fight for us. Let's...

There's nothing we can't do.

We'll fix it.

This isn't one of your
business deals, Blake.

So that's it? You're just giving up?

All I know is that I
need to be by myself.

I need time to think,

to make things right.

I'm sorry.

You finally got what you wanted.

Blake saw your worth.

Why aren't you more excited?

Because I finally saw his.

It was always about the money.

It was never about us.

You still accepted the job though.

Yeah.

But I'm not using it
to get closer to Blake.

I'm using it to make him pay.

Does this mean St. Adam is gone?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's long gone.

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