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Previously on Dynasty...

Dr. Bailey, you've had it out
for me ever since

I turned down your advances
my first week on the job.

I resent that accusation.

I was just afraid that

me on a screen
wouldn't be enough

to keep you interested.

Well, here I am.

Talking to that guy yesterday,

helping him find his faith--

it made me think
how much I'm gonna miss that.

I can't keep you
from your calling.

You know, I could use
someone with experience,

someone I trust.

The answer is "yes."
Father and daughter

side by side,
building an empire.

Well, I can't go in today.

I have nothing to wear.

You have more clothes
and shoes than Imelda Marcos.

Well, I don't know who that is,

but if we wear the same size,
I would love to raid her closet.

What you have on looks great.

Though it would look even better
if you took it off,

if you know what I mean.

This is what I wear
to brush my teeth.

It's getting demoted
to loungewear,

effective immediately.

Okay, look, I know
that Blake starts

at Fallon Unlimited today,

but I-I don't really get
all of this.

The last thing I need
on Blake's first day is

to be out-power-suited by him.

I need to look bossy.

♪ Suddenly I see

♪ Suddenly I see♪

♪ This is what I wanna be

♪ Suddenly I see ♪ Suddenly I see♪

♪ Why the hell
it means so much to me ♪

♪ Suddenly I see♪

♪ Yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah-ah

♪ Why the hell it means
so much to me. ♪

Perfect. Though I really
think you're overreacting.

I think I'm underreacting.

And deep down, Blake still
doesn't take me seriously.

Blake needs you.

Okay, he has
nothing to

his name but his name.

And if he starts to
frustrate you, just

count to five in Spanish
before you react.

It's a relaxation technique.

It's how I got
through the summer

my mother experimented
with her meds.

Oh, it's, uh,
it's that sweatshirt again?

What? What's wrong
with my writing sweatshirt?

Karl Lagerfeld once said

"Sweats are a sign of defeat."

Okay, well, I don't
know who that is,

but if he wants to write
the first two chapters

for my publisher, he's
more than welcome to.

Oh, well, I doubt it,

considering he's no longer alive.
Mm.

I guess we both have
work to do.

Hey, just remember,

he may be your father,

but you're the boss.

BLAKE:
She may be the boss,

but I'm her father.

I'm impressed at how you managed
to put your ego aside

to work for Fallon.

I'm not putting anything aside.

Fallon needs me to get
her new business on track.

And this job is just
a stepping-stone.

To anywhere
in particular?

Yeah, back to the top
of my own company.

And then, we will
be out of here.

Nothing would
make me happier, sir.

You haven't lived
in quarters this small

since we sailed Freedom
to Anguilla.

Any further news
about Father Caleb?

Yeah, he's back to preaching
to his flock for good.

While I am meeting Cristal
tonight for drinks.

See?

God always has a plan.

Or at least I do.

I know you're excited
about going back to work,

but promise me you're
gonna listen to your body.

If you feel tired, or
experience any pain,

you tell Sam, and you
come home, all right?

Are you going to write me
a doctor's note?

Just because your stab wound
looks healed doesn't mean

you can go back
to the same level

of physical activity as before.

I'm not a delicate flower.

And I can think of some
other physical activity

I'd like to get back to,
seeing as

you fell asleep last night
reading patient charts.

I know. I... I'm sorry.

I've been super focused
on work right now.

Well, maybe later,
you can be super focused on me.

Oh. You late for your speed
walkers group at the mall?

Uh, no. I'm heading
to the hospital, and I need

an answer on which four people
are gonna have their day ruined.

What are you talking about?

I told you last week.

We can't give out
five research grants.

You wanted to be in charge,
so be in charge. Choose one.

Okay, I'm delegating you
to handle it.

I can't do everything for you.

I have a company to run.
Well, don't worry.

The days of you being on
top of me are almost over.

The chief of staff is retiring,
and I plan on taking his place.

You? Chief of staff?
Mm-hmm.

How many other candidates
do you plan

on poisoning
to make that happen?

None. For now.

No, I want to do
this the right way.

And once they see that
I'm the best man for the job,

then both you and I will be
calling the shots at work.

Oh, how cute.

You comparing your job
at the hospital to my job

as CEO and founder
of a massive media conglomerate.

I think it's good, though,

for someone in our family
to be of the common folk.

It helps people relate to us.

Door?

What is so important
that I had to unclip

from my spin bike
and run over here?

And what is on your face?

Depuffing and reenergizing
eye masks.

Which I'm in desperate need of,

thanks to
the long-distance relationship

I need to vent about.

So you interrupted my workout
to complain?

I knew you'd understand.

Between the quick trips to
New Orleans for a day or two

and staying up 'till Ryan gets
off work at the strip club,

I don't think I've been this
sleep-deprived since... ever.

I need a filter

IRL.

So, what's your plan?

Well, Ryan's interviewing
at Western Atlanta right now.

And my plan is to cross
my fingers and hope he gets in.

Look,

don't get so stressed out
over this.

You and Ryan are
still kind of new.

New Orleans is only

two hours away,
and you fly private.

You can handle it
for a little longer.

Yeah, but long distance is hard.

And I really like Ryan.

I want him around.

How else are we supposed
to figure out

if the relationship has legs?

Plus,

I need to be camera-ready 24/7,
thanks to FaceTime.

So why don't you tell him that?

About your feelings.
Not the camera-ready part.

Well, you said it yourself.
It's a new relationship.

If I put too much pressure
on it, it'll fall apart.

Speaking of flying private,

why is a new multimillionaire
like yourself still in Atlanta

when you should be jetting off
to your dream destination?

I'm frugal.

And this whole being rich thing
kind of freaks me out.

Yeah, I was weirded out
the first couple hours, too.

I have the perfect entrée

to the lifestyles
of the rich and famous.

Why don't you stay here

in the presidential suite

for a few days on the house?
Whoa.

That suite is bigger
than my apartment.

And that makes me sad.

Here you go.

And please

check out
StuffRichPeopleBuy.com.

That's a real thing?

Oh, it's the premier site

to find
ridiculously expensive things

you never knew you needed.

Where do you think I got this?

It's real diamonds.
Uh-uh.

As you know, Fallon Unlimited
has acquired a new tech company,

which is currently
pre-profitable.

That a newfangled way
of saying it's losing money?

Yes. And your job is
to make it profitable.

Well, it's a little smaller

than I'm used to,
and I'll need to redecorate,

but I'll make it work.
This is my office.

Well, thank God, 'cause
I couldn't make this work.

Oh, hey, where is my office?

I'd like a...
a northern-facing corner.

Oh, and where is the girl
that brings me coffee?

Your office is down the hall,
I don't care what corner

it faces, and there
is no girl here

to bring you coffee.

I am the only one
with an assistant.

Well, do I have a team
working underneath me?

Yes, they are, uh,

team-building right now.

Daily yoga for 20 more minutes.

Anyway, until they get back,

why don't you fill me in
on your cost-cutting ideas?

Uh, no, no, I'm-I'm good.

You're good?

Well, let's not forget.

I am your boss,
and I want to make sure

you're headed
in the right direction.

Hey, you hired Blake Carrington,

so why don't you let Blake
be Blake

and trust that I know
what I'm doing?

I don't trust anyone
who refers to himself

in the third person three times.

Well, I'm just not comfortable
sharing at this point.

Well, I am not comfortable
with you hiding your game plan,

especially since
you're on my payroll.

Hey, speaking of which,
when can we renegotiate?

My salary feels low.

Martina? Uh... Martina?

Coffee!I thought we decided

you weren't drinking coffee
this early.

Okay, well,
we've changed our minds.

BLAKE:
Make that two, would you?

Uh, cream and sugar.
Thanks, doll.

No problem, Mr. Carrington.

No, no, no, no, no. Martina,
Martina, scratch that coffee!

How do you expect me
to get anything done?

I don't know. Maybe
ask Blake Carrington

to get Blake Carrington a cup
of coffee from the kitchen.

Get my own?

I'm sorry. I didn't realize

I was working
at a gas station mini-mart.

Okay,
you know what?

Please go. Please leave
my office, go work. Thank you.

Uno, does, tres.

♪

What can I get you?

Uh...
BLAKE: Pinot Grigio.

Extra cold.

Bourbon Manhattan.
You got it.

I never thought I'd see the day

Blake Carrington
got off work in time

for two-for-one happy hour
drink specials.

Well, I never thought
I'd see myself

buying two-for-one drinks
at all, but here we are.

Hey, I'm employed now.

Can I take you to dinner
tomorrow night?

I'd love that.

I'm very impressed
you agreed to work for Fallon.

It clearly agrees with you.

You seem relaxed.

You know, I'd be more relaxed
if I could wash the day off

in the giant soaking tub
in the manor

instead of this
middle-class sized tub here.

You know the one
I'm talking about, right?

That tub built for two?

I did love getting those jets
fired up.

And look, the place is great.

Thank you.
It really is, but

it can't compete
with Gunnerson

delivering ice cream sundaes
to us in bed, can it?

I miss my walk-in closet.
Oh.

And the flowers everywhere.

Your Manhattan.

Thank you. Hmm.

That's right. But no, I-I'm
pretty sure I crushed it.

Of course you did.

Western Atlanta
would be lucky

to have
your brilliant legal mind.

Aw, thanks, babe.
That's really sweet.

And they did say

that my acceptance letter
is in the mail.

Congratulations!

This is great news.

Why aren't you acting
like it's great news?

Oh, it is. It's just, uh,

you know, tuition's
crazy expensive,

and there are no
scholarships left.

And Tulane offered me
a lot more money

to go there,
so I'm torn.

Well, do you like
this school better?

Sure.
But it's not just about that.

If I go to Tulane,

I-I don't have to move,

and I could stop working
at the club

and focus on school instead.

As a businessman,
I've been told several times

not to make decisions
solely based on money.

Yeah, that's something

only a rich person can say.

Money is a huge part
of this decision.

I was a poor person

for way longer
than I've been rich.

Trust me, I get it.

But, I mean,

money can't be the only factor.

Maybe not. But the idea

of-of racking up law
school debt is...

Ugh, it gives me heartburn.

Not to mention, you know,
finding a place to live and...

But you like Atlanta, right?

Yeah, I-I love
Atlanta. But, uh,

you know,
New Orleans has everything

you've got here, right?

Well, almost everything.

ANDERS:
Michael.

I heard you sold the Atlantix.

Congratulations.
Thank you.

Drink?

No, no, no. Keeps me awake.

I'll put this on the room,
Mr. Culhane?

Uh, martini. Up. Thank you.

You're staying here?

Eh, just for a few nights.

Sam set me up
in the presidential suite.

He thinks
I need to work on being rich.

And now

I can't stop looking
at this website.

I'm quite familiar with it.
I've spent quite a few nights

bidding on things for Blake.

Has something caught your eye?
Well, I already splurged

on this jacket.

One of the Atlantix players
recommended his stylist.

100% Mongolian goat wool.

That's cashmere.

Apparently,
Russian oligarchs love it.

But a jacket is child's play
compared to this.

Oh, that is lovely.

Is that...An Aston Martin
driven by James Bond?

Yes, it is.

As a kid,
I always wanted to be a spy,

and I thought
Bond was the coolest.

And I love cars.
Well,

I always say if you
can afford it, treat yourself.

But do check and make sure it is

007's Aston, hmm?

'Cause Sam is right.
You have a bit to learn

about being rich. Thank you.

A Russian oligarch
wouldn't be seen dead

wearing fake cashmere.

You ready?

Yes, sir. Just say the word,

and we can get to work.

Let's do this.

Well, we are making cuts
across the board.

You know the old saying:
last one hired, first one fired.

No?

Well, you do now.
Anders will show you out.

You two do the same job,

which makes
one of you a redundancy.

So, fight it out
to see who gets to stay.

No, I'm just kidding with you.

You're both fired.

Bull's-eye.

Find out
which one of these guys is Jamie

and tell him to
pack up his desk.

I think you'll find
Jamie is a female, sir.

Oh, it's a bad day to be Jamie.
Fire her, too.

Oh, uh, you won't be needing
this anymore.

Take that as a souvenir.

Anyone else?

I believe that's everyone, sir.

I just made
Fallon's new purchase profitable

in less than 48 hours,

and tonight, I am having
a romantic dinner Cristal.

I feel great.

Your methods are effective.

I'm sure
Fallon will be impressed.

I need to make
this reservation first.

FALLON:
What have you done?

And why are people crying?

You know I hate
public displays of emotion.

Well, I'm just doing the
job you hired me to do.

My office.
Just let me finish this call.

Now.

I cannot believe you just fired
30 people without consulting me!

Actually, it was 29.

Turns out
Jamie's just one person.

When I told you to cut costs,

I didn't mean fire people.

I could have
done that myself.

I am trying to cultivate
a stress-free culture here.

You know, a place where people
actually want to come to work.

I mean, that is what
makes a company successful.

I know
what a successful company is,

but thank you for the lesson.

And yoga

and pedicures at your
desk, that's just a...

a little too stress-free.
Okay.

Well, guess what?
This is not Carrington Atlantic,

and I don't need to do things
the way you did them

because this is my company!

I get it.
You want to make your mark.

You're still new
at the CEO thing.

No. You are taking advantage
of this relationship.

You would never speak
to another CEO this way.

I am the one
being taken advantage of here.

Another CEO
would kill to have

a Blake Carrington
at their company.

Stop speaking
in the third person.

Anyone with a brain
would have done

the same thing that I did.

Your company is bloated.
I trimmed the fat.

You are on probation.
Starting now.

Probation. What is this,
boarding school?
Mm-hmm.

First, you are gonna hire back
all the people that you fired,

and then you are gonna come up
with a real solution

for the problem that you
were brought here to solve.

What do you want me to do?

You want me to get rid
of the kombucha water coolers?

Figure it out!
And pray that I don't get sued

for wrongful termination.

From now on,
you play by the rules or else.

I am playing by the rules.

Your 3:00
old-fashioned, sir.

Those are not the rules.

Well, they're my rules.

So, technically,
hmm, still rules.

How'd you sleep up there?
Mmm.

Like I was wrapped
in a cloud.

Who knew expensive sheets
could make such a difference?

Everyone?

So, now are you in the headspace
to bid on something big?

Though not on these
mother-of-pearl cuff links

from the Galápagos.Well,

there is something,
but I don't want to jinx it

by talking about it. So...Oh.

What's the law school latest?

Okay, good news:

Ryan got accepted
into Western Atlanta.

Yes.Bad news: he's not going.

They didn't offer him

a scholarship, and Tulane did.

Well, did you tell him
you want him to come here?

It wouldn't have made
a difference.

It's all about money,
not about us.

So, what does this mean?

I think it could mean the end.

My focus is being pulled

in too many directions.

Last time I was in New Orleans,

I missed a chance to buy
that vacant space next door,

and I wanted to put a coffee bar
in the lobby.

Good call.
You could sell muffins.

Mm-mm.
Ah! Or warm cookies.

Okay, relax. It's not happening.

That's the point. Of
course, the entire problem

could be solved if he would
just let me pay for law school.

But he won't.

Showy displays of wealth

make him uncomfortable.

I mean,

most people would love

to be serenaded
by a Backstreet Boy

or get constant gift baskets.

A lot of people

feel weird taking money
from friends and family.

But they borrow
from faceless institutions

all the time
without thinking twice about it.

Were there really
no scholarships

at Western Atlanta?
He said they were all taken.

But maybe I should check
and make sure that's true.

KIRBY:
The hosts

specifically requested
no champagne

because apparently the bubbles

go straight
to Great-Aunt Stella's head.

It's good to see you back.

So, you're feeling better?
Physically,

I feel great.
That's wonderful.

You must be happy
to be back on your feet.

Oh, yes.

Thrilled.

Is everything okay? You seem
a little... not thrilled.

I'm sorry.
Just some personal stuff

I've been dealing with.
You've been through a
lot. You can't overlook

the mental aspect
of your recovery.

It's just as important
as the physical.

Are you having nightmares?

Nope. Nothing like that.

Of course. We don't have to talk
about it if you don't...

It's Adam.

He's acting weird.

In the bedroom.

And not the good weird.

Is there such a thing as seeing
too much of a person's body?

Because I don't think
he's attracted to mine anymore.

He's being distant
and avoiding me.

I mean, usually,
our sex life is...

I-I get it.

Um, but...

This probably isn't about you.

Well, what else
could it be about?

All he does is work
and hang out with me.

Adam has a
stressful job.

And with Blake,
if he was

having a problem
in the boardroom,

it would sometimes turn into
a problem in the bedroom.

Oh, I hadn't thought about it
like that.

Thanks, Cristal.

Oh, and while you're here,

I have been meaning
to apologize to you.

For blackmailing me about Caleb

to save Adam's job
at the hospital?

Oh, no,
I don't feel bad about that.

But I didn't mean
to out you and Caleb

at Fallon's rehearsal dinner.

That was a faulty microphone,
so I am sorry about that.

Thank you so much for staying
with us. Please enjoy

a complimentary cocktail at the bar.
Thank you.

Hey. You. What's
in the bags?

Did you win the bid?

New underwear.

The price kept going up.
I had to drop out.

On the website.

The underwear was on sale.

Okay, so, now that it's
no longer jinxable,

what were you bidding on?

James Bond's 1964 Aston Martin.

Oof!But I can't spend

that much on a car,

no matter how cool it is.

Oh, please.
You can afford 20 of those cars.

Well, that's a
lot of underwear.

Maybe 19.

I'm starting to wonder
if I might not be

the kind of rich guy
you think I should be.

I just don't need a lot of stuff.
It's one car.

Hey.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Actually, I'm grateful.
Oh.

You look happy.
I do?

Uh, I registered
for classes at Tulane today.

Oh, congrats.
Thanks.

Nothing else happened?
Uh...

I had a really good doughnut?

Uh, well, I-I was thinking
maybe something else happened?

Something more exciting
than a doughnut?

Though doughnuts are
good. Don't get me wrong.

But, um... Nothing, huh?

Nope.

Anyway, uh,

I'm gonna go order
my books now.

The used ones go fast,
so... See you.

What is the matter with you?

What are you talking about?
Well, he didn't seem

that happy, and you were talking
about doughnuts.

Okay, fine.

I happen to know
that Ryan was offered

a full scholarship
to Western Atlanta today,

and he didn't say
a word about it.

And how do you happen
to know that?

Because I followed your advice,

and I wrote a check
to the school,

and poof,
a scholarship appeared.

That was not my advice.
I just asked

if there were any scholarships left.
It doesn't matter.

I thought money
was the only thing

keeping him in New Orleans,
but clearly,

that's not the case.

I thought spending seven figures
on a car was a bad idea,

but this somehow seems worse.

Maybe it's a good thing
he didn't mention it,

because if I was Ryan
and I found out,

ha, not good.

Jamie! Welcome back.

Jamie. Welcome back.

Uh, thank you for not suing.

There was a miscommunication
from the top down.

Okay. Back to work.

Is now a good time to talk?

I told you to wait
for me in the lobby.

I have another meeting
across town after this,

so let's get down to it.

How can I help?

Well, first, my daughter
can't know anything about this.

Is there a point to
this conversation, Dr. Bailey?
Yes. Because

no one else will give
it to you straight.

Fortunately, I don't mind
delivering bad news.

Ah. Your patients
are lucky to have you.

Drop out of the running
for chief.

You don't
have a shot.

Everybody knows
you have this job

because of your last name.

That's simply not true. I went
to med school, same as you.

Right. So you can practice
medicine in this hospital,

but you're not qualified
to run it.

A fact that I will
be highlighting

along with your many
other shortcomings

to the board tomorrow.

And when
I take over,

it'll be time
to reevaluate the staff.

That bitch doctor can't talk
to my boyfriend like that.

Meet me back here in two hours
when your shift's over.

I have an idea.

I can tell by the look
on your face

this is something
I should be worried about.

Aw. You should trust me.

It's gonna be fun.

And I won't take no
for an answer.

So I'll see you
in two hours.

You know,
I'm pretty sure the last time

I took orders from someone,
I was seven years old

at sleepaway camp
for the summer.

And by the end
of the second week,

I was paying the counselor
to make my bed.

I'm just used
to doing things my way.

And, let the record reflect,

it built me
a multibillion-dollar company.

And let the record also reflect

that your way cost
you that company.

And your wife.
And your house.

Okay.

I get it.

I'm just suggesting
that maybe you listen

to what
Fallon's saying.

I know you can be flexible
when you want to.

You need to learn that taking
other people's feelings

into consideration
is not weakness.

Why do I get the feeling we're
no longer talking about Fallon?

What was that for?

For listening

and paying attention.

I would love to return the favor
and hear more about your day,

but I'm exhausted.

I haven't had a minute
to sit all day.

And... I'm afraid if
I stay another minute,

I will faceplant in this
eggplant parm.

Well, let me get you back.

Scuse me.
The check, please?

Promise me you'll
try with Fallon.

For you?

I promise.

Hey!

I don't know how your dad
got any work done in here.

I mean, his whiskey
collection is...

is sick.

Yes. Well, Blake invests heavily
in bourbon futures.

Mm.

I'm drinking rye.

What can I say?

He has a diverse portfolio.

How's the writing going?

Oh, it's not.

Yeah, I'm completely uninspired.

I just-- I-I don't care about
the book I sold my publisher.

It just-- It feels
so insignificant,

like... if I
didn't write it,

it wouldn't matter.

Well, shouldn't writers write

about something
meaningful to them

because then it'll be meaningful
to others?

You're right.

My wife is the
smartest woman on Earth.

Let's have a drink
to celebrate?

No, no, no, no, no.

I think you've had enough,
Hemingway.

Maybe you
should get some rest,

and then I'll try to figure out
how I'm gonna deal with Blake.

Well, I'll tell you
how you deal with him. Okay?
Uh-huh.

If it's not working,
you fire his ass.

Okay, well, thank you

for that well-thought-out
piece of advice,

but I can't do that.

Mm, but you're the boss.

Okay? You can do
whatever you want.

I hired Blake

because I promised I would keep
this family together.

That's the only way
the dynasty can be rebuilt.

I mean, do you think
the Kennedys all gather together

in Hyannis Port
because they like each other?

Of course not.

Yeah, exactly.

It's because
they want to show the world

that their dynasty
can endure,

in good times and in bad.

And, besides, firing Blake
would be...

it would be such a failure
on so many levels.

And I don't like to fail.
On any level.

Okay, well, you're just gonna
have to be more patient

and give Blake more than
two days to fall in line.

Okay? And maybe
try counting

to ten instead of five
when it gets tough.

Do you know
that much Spanish?

What's all this?

What? Can't a guy plan a-a night
of over-the-top romance

for all the good
things in his life?

Cheese fondue?

Of course.

So, uh...

I know that long
distance can be hard.

But, uh, we've made it
work so far, right?

We've always been open and
honest with each other.

You know? There's-there's
no drama, no games.

Right.

So, uh, you said
you wanted to celebrate

the good things in your life.

Like?

Like...
this cheese.

But if... if
you don't like it,

then you need to
tell me the truth.

Okay? I-I can take it.

Look, I know you were offered a
scholarship to Western Atlanta.

So if things are so good between
us, then why didn't you take it?

How did you know about that?

I'm the reason
you got the scholarship.

I donated money to the school
so they would offer it to you.

See, I-I knew something was off.

Which is why I didn't take it.

I researched every scholarship
available when I applied,

but I'd never heard of this one
until it landed in my email.

Well, it seemed like you really
wanted to go to school here

but you couldn't afford it.

And I can.
So what's the big deal?

The big deal?

The big deal, Sam,
is that you invented

a scholarship so that
I'd take your money,

which you know I would
never do if you asked.

You ignored my wishes and-and
created an el-elaborate con

to make a fool of me.

Ryan. Ryan.

I was just trying to do
something nice with my money!

You're sure Dr. Bailey
finished her shift?

Positive.

I heard her talking
to the nurses on her way out.

She's taking a pickling class.

Pickling?

Organs?

Onions and root vegetables.

Great.

Then we can get down
to business.

Yes. Business.

I-I don't think
copying her presentation's

gonna get me the job.

She's up first in the morning.

I'm not gonna copy it.

I'm just gonna...
spice it up a little.

Accentuate what's already here.

Which, by the way,
looks insanely boring.

I'm not sure if this violates
the Hippocratic oath,

but I'm sure porn breaks
all sorts of hospital rules.

Wow.

How does she bend
like that?

WOMAN: Oh.

I'm gonna put this
after Bailey's slide

on advancements
in cardiothoracic laser surgery.

This is an excellent idea.

And it's also making
me feel kind of...

Me, too.

Oh, you heading back home?

Can't get there fast enough.

I know it's probably
none of my business,

but I'm guessing
you found out what Sam did?

Though if you didn't,
forget I said that.

Yeah. He told me
about the fake scholarship.

Uh, that doesn't make it
any better.

No, probably not.

But it came
from a good place.

This might

sound strange, but...

it can be hard to have
the kind of money Sam has

and not want to solve
every problem with it.

Yeah, it's just I've been
in too many relationships

where the person who holds the
purse strings holds the power.

Believe me,
I've been there.

If I move here
and let him pay for law school,

I'm gonna feel like a kept man.

Next thing you know,
I'll be living in a penthouse

and driving a sports car
that's not mine.

Which, yes,
doesn't sound so bad

when you hear it out loud.
Mm-hmm.

The point is, Sam lied to me.

Not in his mind.

Do you have time
for a quick chat over breakfast?

I can explain.

And if it makes you
feel any better,

I'll let you pay.

Thought you could use some
sustenance to handle Blake.

Aw!

How sweet. But shouldn't you
be home writing?

Or are you still hungover?

I have been sitting
in front of my computer

all morning.

Well, that sounds promising.

Not really.

Last night, when I was doing
my best Hemingway impression,

you told me to...

to write what's meaningful.

But, Fallon,
I'm writing a book

about made-up people
with made-up problems.

You know? I-I want
to make an impact in the world.

So I gave the money back
to the publisher.

Wow.

That was not a small advance.

Yeah. Probably wasn't
the smartest idea,

because I'm sure my mother's
already taken me out of her will

by now. But...

this isn't about money.

Clearly not. That reminds me,

we haven't merged
our bank accounts yet, have we?

Funny.

Anyway, Hemingway
was a journalist first.

So I'm thinking
maybe I should get back

to my investigative journalism
roots, you know?

I-I want to do something
that makes me feel alive.

You know? Something
that has purpose.

I want to get
my hands dirty.

I mean, there's
a lot of corruption

happening in the world,

and I want
to root it out.

You've got to be kidding me.

No, I'm not. I'm doing this.

What? No. No, not you.

Blake is already looking
for a new job.

How do you know that?
He just sent an email.

He sent you an email saying
he was looking for a new job?

No, the email
wasn't sent to me.

I have access to all
of my employees' emails.

The program flags ones with
certain buzzwords like "jobs"

or "stealing" or
"evil witch boss."

And so Blake sent an email
to this executive headhunter.

There was a contract attached,
so I got notified.

Isn't that illegal?

I don't know, but
he should be arrested.

I meant you reading
employee emails.

Oh, Liam. It's 2021.

Don't be so naive.

Okay, look...

To be continued. Right now,

I have to find a
headhunter of my own

and order him to shoot Blake.

MAN
Nurse Anderson to admitting
desk. Nurse Anderson...

You're gonna pay
for this.

Did your presentation
not go well?

Yeah, I heard some groaning,
or was that moaning?

I could get you fired
for this.

For what? You have no proof

that I did anything
to your presentation.

Or that me and my girlfriend
had sex on your desk.

Hey.

Yeah.

Hey, you're still here.

I thought maybe you had already
gone back to New Orleans.

We need to talk.

I know. I'm so sorry.

Okay, look, I never
should have tricked you

with that stupid
scholarship idea.

If you're going
to Tulane,

I will get an apartment
in New Orleans

and we'll make
long distance work.

If you still want to,
which I hope you do.

I actually meant
I needed to talk, but okay.

When you said
our relationship was successful

because we were honest
and open, I...

I realized I wasn't being honest
about what I want, which is

for you to move here
so we can be together.

Well, why didn't you
just say that?

Because I was afraid.

You kept talking
about how expensive it was.

And I mean,
what if you move here

and take on all that debt,
and then we break up?

I would feel awful.

I'm a big boy, okay? I can make
life decisions on my own

and live with the consequences.

But I'm not gonna
make a-a big

life decision

without having
all of the information.

Well, that's smart.

You're smart.

No wonder you got
into law school.

I'm going to Western Atlanta.

You are?

They're both great schools,
but all things being equal,

of course I want to come here.

But you know you can't actually
take that scholarship,

because it really is fake.

Yeah.

Yeah, actually,

your-your friend Culhane
offered me a good loan, so...

But for the record, Sam,
uh, I was afraid, too.

I didn't want
to take a student loan

if moving here
and starting a whole new life

in your city was
gonna freak you out.

So I guess that

we both needed to see
if we were ready

to commit to something.

And I am.

And I want you here.

Because I really hate
long distance.

Oh, God, me, too.

It's the worst.

Come here.

Mmm.

Oh, and-and good news.

There are some great
strip clubs here,

so I can start paying
Culhane back right away.

Well, come on.
Let's go celebrate.

Yay.

Mm.

What are you doing?

Oh, don't worry.
I'm expensing this.

Not a stressed-out
soul here.

Well, that's great.

Hey, I'm just curious.

Is yoga something you'll be
doing at your next job?

You know, the one
you hired the headhunter for?

Look, I asked him
to meet me in the lobby

so he wouldn't be disruptive.

Oh, wow, wow,
that's very considerate of you,

but really not the point.

Well, getting comfortable and
coasting is not really my style.

Did you think
I was gonna be here forever?

Well, I don't know. I mean,
I figured you'd last more

than a-a short week, but I don't
even know why I'm shocked.

I mean, it's just like you

to put yourself first,
because Blake Carrington

only cares
about Blake Carrington

as Blake Carrington already
knows. You have tunnel vision.

That's how you crawl
your way to the top, by

betraying and ignoring
everybody else.

How exactly did I betray you?

I came in and cut costs
like you asked.

Where's the appreciation?

You know what? You are right.

You did show me one way
to cut dead weight.

I hope you have
a great headhunter,

because you are fired!

MAN:
I'll go grab his car for him.

She said the only person

I cared about was me,

and that I would do whatever
it takes to be on top.

Well, I remember when
that was a good thing.

There's a reason

that headhunter already
found me two opportunities.

Hmm, well, perhaps,

like smoking
and catcalling,

raw ambition is
no longer in vogue, sir.

Tell me the truth, Anders.

Do I have tunnel vision?

Because I think I've
done as good a job

as possible at balancing

being a captain of industry

and... and everything else.

Well, you did
miss the birth

of all of your children
because of work,

you had sex with your
son-in-law's mother

to close a deal for C.A.,

and most recently,
you went to Moldavia

when it might have suited
your marriage better

to have stayed home.

But that's just my opinion, sir.

I'm sorry I asked.

Perhaps Fallon feels like gin--

extremely unappreciated.

Based on nothing more
than the amazing sex

we had on Bailey's desk

and what just went down between
the sheets, I'm happy to say

seems like the old Adam's back.

Apparently, a little
skullduggery goes a long way.

You know, my family has always
moved on to the next big thing,

and I've been left behind.
Thank you

for your patience.

I know what I want now,

and I'm going after it.

Especially now
that Bailey's out of the way.

She's gone?

Fired at the end of the day.

Yup, apparently,

her reaction highlighted
her inability

to remain calm during a crisis.

Her professionalism
was called into question.

Hmm, I don't
know about that.

Some of that stuff seemed
pretty professional to me.

This is just the beginning.

I'm gonna control that hospital
and everything in it, Kirby.

There's promising research
happening.

What do you mean?
The value

of what might be discovered
is in the billions

for whoever has
their name on it.

And I'm gonna make sure
that my name is on it.

Which means that Fallon
and Blake...

they won't be the only two
in this family

that people respect.

What are these for?

They're gorgeous.

I wish I could say nothing.

They're my way of thanking you
for opening up my eyes.

Well, you're certainly welcome.

Fallon's next.

She's not getting flowers.
You deserve more.

You know, the problem
with tunnel vision is

you can't see it
until you're out of the tunnel.

I put my needs and my wants
before yours too many times,

and that's why our marriage
collapsed.

I shouldn't have had an affair.

I'm surprised that you
put up with me

as long as you did.

I've lost enough already.

I don't want to lose any more
of what really matters.

This is all I've wanted to hear
for a long time, Blake.

The Bank of Culhane.

Has a nice ring to it.
Mm-hmm.

Thank you for loaning Ryan
the money.

It might have saved
our relationship.

Yours and mine,
or yours and Ryan's?

I'm just happy I could help.

Though when you finally
start spending your money,

you pick the most
boring way to do it.

The money's not gonna change me.

Although I did love
the presidential suite.

Remote controlled blinds?

Who knew?

Again, everyone.

Wait, what?
Ah.

I thought the bidding
got too high.
It did.

But I emailed the guy who won,

and I made him an offer
he couldn't refuse.

I think there might
still be hope for you.

I made a deal with myself.

For every good thing I do,
like Ryan's loan,

I'm gonna treat myself.

And I am fully on board
with that idea.

And right now,

I'm going for a drive.

Now, that is not boring.

Culhane.

Michael Culhane.

Well, I'm busy, so whatever
it is, please make it quick.

I'm sorry.

I was being selfish when
I hired that headhunter.

But I respect what you're
doing at Fallon Unlimited,

and I want to stay around
and help you make your company

into something even greater.

Well, my company is already
pretty great.

Yeah, I know that.

That's why I added the "er".

I want a second chance,
and I'm asking as your father.

As much as I thought
you needed me,

I... I need you.

And I need this job.

The 3,000-square-foot
penthouse at La Mirage

is starting to feel cramped.

Are you sure you're ready...

to work for me?

I mean, I know it's
the more PC thing to say

that we'd be working
together as a team,

but at the end of the day,
I am your boss.

I'll be fine with it.
Trust me.
Mm-hmm.

I love what you've done
with the décor.

It's very, um... pink.

Is that a girl boss thing?

No. It's an Alexis thing.

I liked it better
the way it was.

Well, the way it was is over.

I guess you'll have
to get used to the way it is.

Cristal.

Are you okay?
I'm...

I'm fine.
It's nothing.

Well, fainting straightaway
is not nothing.

I've just been nauseous
and tired lately.

It's probably a bug.

Please don't mention this
to Blake.

He'll just worry,

and there's nothing
to be concerned about.

As you wish.

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