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Previously on Dynasty...
Leo's death was our fault.

We didn't kill him.
That was Adam's doing.

You are still married
to Brady Lloyd.

And I am running to be
the next U.S. senator

from the great state of Georgia.

Amanda is not your cousin.
She is your sister.

You're my biological father?

It's true.
Are you sure you want

to claim Amanda as yours?

She's bad news.

It's my duty to get her away
from Alexis.

I was thinking
we could start over,

try this whole sister thing
for real.

I'm open to that.

There is always
something

that is more urgent than me.

Show me how things will be
different in the future.

I will.

Well, tell Chet

that our fall program deadline
is Friday--

so either
he meets with me today,

or he is fired tomorrow.

Yes, Eva,
actually tell him that.

You just keep repeating
the same pattern.

I am just asking you
to be patient.

I think I'll go be patient
in the guest room tonight.

What?

No. I just remembered that
I have a breakfast meeting.

So push my first two calls,
and I'll be in as soon as I can.

The VIP sectionals go

in the following Monday,
which means we'll finish

ahead of our target date.

Well, our revised
target date.

Good. Because my mental gas tank
is on empty.

I barely have the energy
to hit the spa with Cristal.

But we both need

a recharge
after the whole Beto disaster,

so I guess I'll power through.

Wow, that's big of you.

Enjoy the spa day,
you two.

Hello, hello.
So, are you ready?

I booked us for
hot stone massages,

and then caviar
facial exfoliation.

I might need something stronger
than a face full of fish eggs.

Oh, no. What did Beto do now?

Maybe I can ask for some shots
of tequila on the side.

It's not a Beto problem.

A reporter friend
just called to warn me

about an article
the AJC's working on

connecting Adam to the death
of an organized crime boss.

Uh, well, that's...

Ridiculous, right?

The press is clearly
making up stories

to hurt Blake's campaign.

I hate to say this, but we're
gonna have to postpone spa day.

Call an emergency
family meeting.

And I'll bring
the tequila.

We're gonna need it.

Go. Go.

Hi.

Hey.

Why aren't you
at the office?

I thought today was
the big, uh,

FSN program planning
marathon.

Well, it is, but...

I wanted to see you first.

I, uh, saved you
the last blueberry scone.

I had to fight off
some hungry people,

but I don't back down when it
comes to my husband's happiness.

Pastry wasn't really
what I had in mind

when I said I need more
than apologies from you.

I know that. And
I am trying, Liam.

I am really sorry, and I
don't want to fight anymore.

I mean, three nights
in different beds
is three too many.

Well, look,
I don't like this, either.

But a scone
doesn't help me understand

how you're gonna stop
prioritizing your career

over our marriage.

Well, what about an omelet?

Okay.
Look, I'm kidding.

And I am working on it, okay?
I promise.

I mean, I pushed
my morning meetings

to have breakfast with you,
didn't I?

When you put

real thought
into long-term change...

...you know where to find me.

You know, Alexis
probably won't be thrilled

that I let you up here.

Well, Alexis isn't thrilled
with a lot of things,

and I'm allowed to see
my daughter.

So this is just
a social call?
Yes and no.

Now that you're a Carrington
and you're staying in Atlanta,

I would like you to take a job
as my legal advisor at PPA.

Primetime Private Air.

Seriously?

Just smells a little bit
like nepotism.

Well, then you have
an excellent nose.

It's my company--
I'm in charge of personnel.

But you do realize I have

no legal background
in aviation, right?

Yeah, well, I'm confident
that your skills will translate.

Besides, what's more important
is that I fill the position

with someone I can trust--
and who can I trust more

than my own
flesh and blood?
Well...

It's time for our shop o'...

Lord, it is too early for this.

Well, good morning
to you, too.

I hate to cut this
unwanted visit short,

but Amanda and I
need to get going

before Cristóbal opens
the boutique to riffraff.

New Birkens always
sell out before lunch.

Well, enjoy the riffraff,
but Amanda's new job at PPA

starts today.
It does?

It's the best way for you
to restart your life,

your career,
and join the family dynasty.

We'll call it a
two-week trial period.

You in?

Sure.

Let's do it.
I'll go get dressed.

Your generosity is
as fake as your tan.

We both know you're
using this job

to pull Amanda away from me.

Well, you know, helping Amanda
and keeping her away from you

are one and the same.

She can either follow
my professional success,

or she can go down
in your sinking ship

of shopping and sadness.

It seems like a
simple choice to me.

I am not worried.

Clearly, you don't know her,

but now that she'll be working
with you every day,

she'll get to know you

and see who you really are.

I'll be shocked if she's
still speaking to you in a week.

All we tried to do was give him

a little electrocution
so we could go into his
suite for a few days

and wire it for surveillance.

Did you just say "a
little electrocution"?

Do you have any idea
how insane that sounds?

Now that I hear it out loud,
kind of.

Look, although we did send him
to the hospital,

we didn't know Adam

was gonna
let him die.

I didn't let anyone die.

Leo's heart gave out,

and since I'm the only witness,
that's the only story.

Actually, my friend says

they have a nurse
on record who says otherwise.

Okay, well, she's lying.

She has no evidence.

She may have suspicions,
but I made sure

there'd be no chance of blowback
on anyone legally.

I don't give a crap about legal.

This story ties the Carrington
name to organized crime.

No one's gonna read
past the headline.

So we handle this ourselves.

No outside help means no leads.

Okay, so what do we do?

We get ahead
of it. Adam,

tie up any loose ends
at the hospital.

Spin it into a
sympathetic story.

We have friendly press
on the payroll, right?

Maybe we can run
a counter-story.

No, no, no, no. Wait, wait.

I didn't come here
to throw anyone under the bus.

I started this,
and I have a plan to finish it.

I just need
the reporter's number.

I can get that for you, but
they go to press in 24 hours.

That's more than enough time for
me to get him to drop the story.

Please? Let me make this right.

Okay.

But you better do just that.

Sales of my designs
on Fallon's shopping network

have been amazing,

so we have expanded
our production team

and doubled our output.

As an investor,
I'm impressed.

As your son, I'm proud.

You've really made
this dream come true.

I'm not the only one
making dreams come true,

Mr. Colby Co. Space.

We'll see how that
shakes out, okay?

But I appreciate you
brokering the deal with Blake

for the future.

If my son wants to go to space,
I will get him to space.

Excuse me.

And you are?

Hello, Dominique.

Jeff, this is, uh...

Brady.

My ex-husband.

♪ ♪

He was my manager when
I started singing in New York.

Then we fell in love
and got married.

And this is something
you never thought to tell us?

We were only married for a year.

I had just divorced your father,

and I was afraid
how you and Monica would react.

Plus, we weren't
on the best terms.

I have no idea
what he's doing here now.

Oh, I have
a pretty good idea.

You're in the public eye now,
and a new tax bracket.

Which means there's a target on
your back and your bank account.

This guy's return

is too coincidental
to be coincidental.

I agree. It is sketchy.

Before I write him off,
I want to talk to him.

Oh, I will.

I can take care of myself.

But it's sweet you care.

I'm sorry for showing up
out of the blue like this.

It's been 14 years, Brady.
I know,

and ambushing you here is not
the reunion I had in mind.

I just, I didn't know how else
to get in touch with you.

And I'm pretty sure you
changed your number.

Look...

I want to explain
everything,

but I'd rather
not do it here.

Explain?

You walked out

on our marriage
and you never came back.

Dom, please, just give me
a chance to apologize.

Like you said,
it's been 14 years.

I need more than 14 minutes
to do it the right way.

And then I'll leave.

Just...

just one meal.

Lunch tomorrow is all I can do.

Everything working
out on day one?

You know,
I was a little bit worried

that the industry legalese
might slow me down,

but I've almost
finished archiving

the previous quarter's
contracts.

Archiving?

They've got you doing busywork?
Well, I think

the team just simply
didn't want to overwhelm me.

And, well, I felt

like it was a good way
to get my feet wet.

Keeping you occupied leaves
the better deals for them.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

I want you...

on the Wannamaker deal.

Um, I'm not certain

that tackling
the company's biggest open deal

on my first day is a good idea.

Or maybe it's a great idea.

Now you're getting it.
Can I pull someone
to assist?

The deadline is in six hours.

You handle this on your own,
you'll earn everyone's respect.

You want to learn to swim
like the Carringtons,

you don't get your feet wet--
you jump in the deep end.

Deep end it is.

Thanks for coming
all the way down here.

I always have time
for my stepdaughter.

And truthfully, I needed
a breather from the campaign.

I'm betting candidate Blake is
a lot to deal with.
He is.

But I can tell that the drama
makes him happy,

so... it's nice,
because that makes us happy.

I'm sorry.

I noticed Liam is still sleeping
in the guest room.

Yeah.

That's actually
why I called you.

He's really putting me
through the wringer.

But I don't know how many
more times I can apologize.

Has he told you what he wants?

Yeah, he wants to know how
I plan to change my priorities.

Which I don't have
an answer for.

I mean, you told me that it
took Blake losing the company

for you two
to fix things, right?

I don't think your father and I
would be together

without that experience.

But, I mean, this is ridiculous.
It's 2021--

women can and should
have it all.

I refuse to accept that a woman
can't be a CEO and a wife.

I agree.

But to be clear, I wasn't
talking about you as a woman.

I was talking about you
as a Carrington.

You have an
inborn drive

to succeed at all costs,
just like Blake.

So this is Blake's fault,
as usual.

And I can't change my DNA,

can I?
It's a lot to process.

Take some time to think.

Open yourself up to...

what you are willing to change.

I set up a meeting tomorrow
with the reporter

to get him
to drop the story.

Why are you the one
dealing with this?

Adam's the one who
did what he did.

Because I brought in Leo,

and now the entire
Carrington name is at risk.

I can't let
Cristal down again

after screwing up with Beto.

This is my family.

Okay. What can I do to help?

Really? You'll help?

I was just venting.

I need Blake to
win this election

so I can get my housing
project approved.

And...

we're partners.

I'm not gonna
leave you hanging.
Thank you.

So... what are we gonna
say to this reporter?

We insist Leo

had no involvement with
organized crime, and he just...

had a heart attack.

If there's nothing exciting
to write about,

they won't write it.

And if that doesn't work?

Some positive thinking from you
would be great.

We'll use the juicier-story-swap
maneuver.

Listen, all they care about
are clicks and eyeballs.

But keep it subtle.
We can't seem too thirsty,

or he'll know something's up.

We're just two employers

who lost
their squeaky-clean contractor

to a faulty pacemaker.

Everything seems pretty quiet,

and I don't think we'll have
any trouble with that nurse.

Did you kill her?
No, I just
made it clear

that making up stories
about your chief of staff

is not a great career move.

Smart, smart.
So what's next?

Do you have FDA contacts?

I'm looking
to fast-track

production approval
on my anti-aging drug,

just in case this story
doesn't go away

as fast as we want it to.

That's good thinking.

Yeah, I'll call someone I know
in the morning.

Great.

You know,
it's a proud day for a father

when his kids
are all making moves.

Fallon and her network.
You and this new drug.

Now Amanda with PPA.

Amanda joined PPA?

Ah. Wh-When?

How's that going?
Today.

She is sharp.
Though I'm not sure she has

the killer instinct I need
in my number two.

Not everyone's cut out to be
a Carrington with a capital "C."

You gave her a shot.

It's been one day.
I think she deserves

a little bit more time.

I've got her working
on these Wannamaker contracts.

I-I don't know,

your-your gut instinct
is usually pretty spot-on,

and we barely know her,
let alone trust her.

Well, I am getting to know her.

I'm helping her restart
her career,

just like I helped you
with your medical license.

As things get better,

I will convince her
to move in to the manor

and away from Alexis.

It's time that my family was
under one roof.

Om...
I hope you like your martinis
double and dirty.

Sorry.

I didn't mean
to interrupt

whatever it is...
you're doing.

I saw the staff
heading up with this,

and I was hoping
you needed

a drinking buddy
as much as I needed a drink.

I don't need a buddy
as much as I need a refill.

Oh, well, I need both.

I had quite the first day
working with Blake.

He's putting a lot of faith
in me, very quickly.

Well, you might want
to tread carefully.

Blake's faith in anything
isn't exactly long-term.

Good to know.

But I don't want to waste
any time talking about work.

I have a strict "no work
outside of the office" policy,

and I'm off the clock.

Mmm.

Wait, you can really
just do that?

Just leave work at work? How?

It's 9:00.
Unless you're shopping or...

you know, reading trashy gossip,
your laptop should be closed.

So interesting. I thought

my insatiable need
for success was hereditary,

but we have the same DNA,

and you're normal... ish.

Thank you. I think.

If I could just retrain myself
to be more like you

and turn my brain off, then
my problems would be solved.

Okay, my brain still works
after 6:00.

I just don't think about work.

And I don't think
a personality overhaul

is the best plan.

Well, I've tried
everything else.

I mean, I even tried mediation
to clear my mind.

Thanks for nothing, Cristal.

Well, she's not wrong
about clearing your mind.

But you're obviously a disaster
at meditation, so maybe...

you just need a little help.

I don't know.

I haven't had an edible
since Wharton.

Will this turn me
into a version of myself

that's not obsessed
with work or success?

No, it's not a magic potion.

But it will relax you...

and hopefully turn down
your intensity

for a little while.

You think I'm intense?

Mm.

Okay, fine, fine, hand 'em over.

I don't feel anything.

I'm gonna take one more.

Oh, you probably shouldn't.

Just in case.

Well, your weed
didn't even knock me out

for a full night's sleep.

Amanda?

Hello?

Anders?

I'm dead?
The edibles killed me?

Oh, my God, I knew
I shouldn't have trusted Amanda.

Please don't tell me
I'm required to wear white
in Heaven,

because it's
after Labor Day...
Okay, just take a deep breath.

You're not dead.

This isn't Heaven.

This is your chance

to see the world you wished for.

An alternate universe
where you're not obsessed

with success at all costs.

Like It's a Wonderful Life.

Except I'm a much younger,
sexier George Bailey,

and you are
Clarence the angel,

here to teach me
some life lesson.

Never saw it.
And this isn't a movie,

despite the movie screen.

This is a window

into a real parallel world.

From a safe distance, of course.

Of course.

I can't cross paths with
the other version of myself.

Otherwise, I'll rip a hole

in the space-time
continuum.

I'm seen Back to the Future,
so I know the rules.

I'll keep my arms and legs
inside the DeLorean

at all times.

Let's get started, shall we?

♪ ♪

Oh, take it.

The last piece?

Absolutely not.
It's yours.

Here. Wait.

Aw.

Have you seen my wife today?

No. Is something wrong?

Here I am.
Oh.

Wow. Mm.

Well, if this
is wrong,

I don't want to be right.
Oh, stop.

But not really.

With the C.A. Gala
tomorrow night,

I am finally red-carpet ready.

But I don't know

if people will recognize
me from the last one.

It's my favorite party
of the year,

and those training sessions
of yours have really paid off.

Look who's talking.

All right, keep
your clothes on.
Children present.

Oh, relax. How do you
think you got here

in the first place?

Something terrible
has happened.

There's been an explosion at
the C.A. southern refinery site.

No one was hurt, but I'm
wondering if we should just...

postpone the gala.
We'll be fine,

as long as we handle this
like we always do: together.

Well, I am gonna
go grab my racket.

I'll meet you at
the car in ten?

Great.
Hey, Mom?

Do you want to
get lunch after?

No. My trainer's--
oh, here she is.

Remember, I have
an afternoon

full of glam
appointments,

so I might need to wrap
a few minutes early.

Well, then let's get started.

I've got
a couple questions here.

My parents are
happily married,

Adam and I like
each other,

and Amanda lives here

and works with Blake
at Carrington Atlantic?

All true.

And I play tennis regularly?

It's your passion.
Which you're free to pursue,

because you're no longer ruled

by unchecked ambition.

Mm. So my theory
that life would be better

if I were wired differently
looks pretty good.

As do I in that tennis outfit.

Keep it rolling.

Ugh, wait.

Why are we watching Jeff?
Where's the tennis?

Well, you've got to see
the whole picture.

Hey. What's the latest?

The explosion took out
5,000 barrels.

If we're perceived to be
at fault, it would devastate

our bottom line, and our clients
could cancel their contracts.

Losing future business
on top of these damages

would finish us.
We need to clean up
the spill

and make sure the public knows

that this is not on us.
Don't worry,

we're good.

I'm confident I can use the same
strategy we used

with the senator
a few years ago.

And I'll head up a big PR push.
Stick to the plan...

we'll survive this mess.

It's all fine and dandy

that everybody is
happier in this world,

but the only reason
I want a change is Liam.

Where is he?

Patience.

Was that our eighth straight win
against them?

Uh, ninth, actually.

Why do Evan and Trixie
keep wanting rematches?

I mean, it's like they're
obsessed with us.

This was really therapeutic.

I lost a patient
at the clinic yesterday.

It was pretty traumatic,
but, you know,

backhands are
a good emotional outlet.

How old?
Ten years old.

Oh.

Scottish terrier.

No. Well, I have no doubt

that 2016's best vet in Decatur

will bounce back.
Thank you so much
for being supportive.

Are you ready
for tomorrow night?

Yes. I was able to push
the ambassador job in Paris,

and now I can deejay
at the gala.

What the hell?

Oh.
Ooh.

Here, um,
I'll go get some towels.

Here, uh,
p-please take that.

Um, please...

I think you need this
a little more than I do.

Can I help you
with anything else?

Yeah, actually,
I was here to interview someone

for a profile piece,
but they just cancelled.

I couldn't help
but overhear something
about a ambassador by day,

a deejay by night?

If you're interested

and available, I'd
love to interview you.

Well, I am
definitely interested

and absolutely available.

Uh, Fallon Carrington.

Of the Carringtons.

I know who you are.
I'm Liam Ridley,

of The New Yorker.

Okay, if that Liam
and that Fallon

can make a love connection,

then this Fallon knows
what she has to do

to save her marriage.

And our time

is up.
What?

No.

Did you not just hear me?
I need to see how this ends.

There is no end. There just is.

Okay, so then turn it back on.
I mean, who's gonna know?

What's the big deal?

This is as far
as the guide goes.

We're now
in uncharted territory.

With unknown consequences.

Sounds like my life.

Which is why I need to know
what happens here.

So I can make an
informed decision.

Lucky I'm a sucker for love.

Yay.

Do you know what
you're doing with that?
Haven't got a clue.

I have to admit,

it is nice seeing you again.

I wonder
sometimes...

Whoa!

Oh, come on.
These two again?

Can't you change
the channel?

I just electrocuted myself
turning this on,

so no, I can't change
the channel.

I'm fine, by the way.

I'm sorry.
I thought you were already dead.

Okay, fine, I'll just
sit here and watch

how happy everybody is.

My personality shift
seems to have had

a very positive impact on
everyone's life, right?

Yeah, we'll see.

I am finished.
Well, a job well done

by both of us.

Not our first time saving
the company.

Hmm.
Our frame-the-enemy
defense always works.

As far as anyone knows,
the explosion originated

from the McNaughton Conservation
Group's servers.

An act of ecoterrorism.

Our hands are clean.

Look, I know we pulled
some ruthless moves here,

but self-preservation is
the first law of business.

Kill or be killed.
Do you have

any regrets about staying
at C.A. all these years?

Sometimes, sure.

I was already interning
here in high school.

And when Fallon
told me back then

that she'd never
join the company,

for a second I thought
I'd follow her lead

and see what I could
do with my life.

What happened?

She couldn't stay focused on
anything for more than a day.

She got us kicked out of
everything we tried: theater,

yearbook, the a cappella club.

It made me double down on tech
and the stability of C.A.

Here I am, still.

What about you?

Well, I always wanted
to work with my dad.

I mean, I picked C.A.
over everything--

friends, birthdays,
vacations--

all just to prove my worth.

I'm not sure that's
even possible with him, so...

Maybe there's a brighter future
for both of us out there.

Okay,

maybe not everyone's as
happy as they could be,

but you can't
blame me for that.

I think Jeff just did.

More Blake and Alexis?

I don't care
about this happy couple.

I want to see my happy couple.

Amanda and Jeff took care of it,
so we have even more time

together in our...
cozy little spot.

I'm so glad
to see you.

Mm.

Uh-oh.

Cristal!

Blake!

I thought you
were tanning with Becky!

I was, until I came home
after the second coat

to help Fallon get ready
for her interview.

How could you?

With my friend/

trainer?

Oh, please.
You and I both know

we're only together
for the kids.

Who, by the way,
are no longer kids.

It's time

for this charade to end.

I want to be
with the woman I love.

We agreed to be together
until Fallon found her footing.

Which she hasn't yet.

She would spin out
if we divorced.

You are fired...

as my trainer
and my friend.

And you can stay out here
since you love it so much.

Uh, Alexis, wait...

Let's recap, shall we?

Because of your lack
of ambition,

Jeff got pushed
into Blake's claws,

where he lost his empathy
and his zest for life.

Blake groomed
a very unhappy Amanda

to take over C.A.
because you weren't interested.

And he and Alexis maintained
a horrible marriage for you.

I mean, every universe has
its miseries.

And if that's what it takes
to save my marriage, then...

I'm okay with it.

What's next?

What's next is me leaving.

You're heading
into dangerous territory,

so you're on your own.

Fine, be that way.

Well, Blake has to...
Oh!

Anders! Anders!

It's Liam!

Anders?

Where could you
possibly have to be?

So, you also deejay
as a hobby?

Yeah, but I'm hoping
to turn it into more.

It was Blake's idea,
actually.

We all have to help out
at the company gala every year,

and since I have no interest
in oil or the foundation,

I agreed to show up,
press play,

and get people out
on the dance floor.

Fallon Carrington,

you do seem to have
a lot of layers.

Can you tell me about
your ambassador position?

Well, it's in France, and it's
more of a dream job, really.

I mean, being an ambassador
for Spartan Shakes

isn't for everyone,

but it really suits me.
Oh, wow.

You meant a brand ambassador.

And it's not too much,
you know?

The flexible schedule
allows me time

for things like
breakfast with family

and tennis with my brother...

interviews with...
handsome reporters.

I was wondering, if you wanted
to return the favor,

would you maybe be interested in
being my plus-one to the gala?

I appreciate the invite,

uh, but the truth is...

I see you, Fallon Carrington.

I just don't think
it would work.

We're not driving
in the same gear, so to speak.

I'm in fifth, and, well,
I think you're more...

coasting in neutral.

But I'm flattered.

Well, I guess we're done here.

Oh. Okay. Thank you.

Yeah.

Oh.

Sorry. Wait.

You're Amanda Carrington.

Yeah, that's me.
Who might you be?

I'm, uh, Liam Ridley.

I'm a reporter
with The New Yorker.
So Liam

has zero interest in me,
but he's into my sister?

This is what I stayed here for?

How do I turn this thing off?

Are you kidding me, Anders?

Well, you were right--
this is not Heaven.

This is Hell.

I'm supposed to stand here
for the rest of eternity

watching these two
frozen in love?

Fallon! Amanda!

Wake up!

Look at this room.
It's disgusting.

Somebody tell me what the hell's
going on in here? Now.

Hello, Father.
Well, I'm glad

the two of you are
so amused at whatever it is
that took place in here,

but if you're done
drunkenly bonding,

I need a moment
with Amanda.

Yeah. I'd better
be going anyway.

Hey. I didn't realize how much
I needed a change of scenery

and a clear head, so thank you.

Oh. Also,

make sure that you
are doing this job for you.

Otherwise, you're
gonna wake up one day

wondering what
you're still doing there.

Boop!

What, do you always party
on a school night?

Oh, we were just
having a little fun.

Don't worry, I don't
let my personal life
affect my work life.

Well, something
has affected your work.

A friend at Wannamaker
caught an error

in the amortized
cost schedule

that could have cost us
thousands.
No, that's impossible.

I mean,
I may be new to aviation,

but I don't make
filing mistakes.

Well, the mistake was made,

so I'm gonna need you
to revise the errors

and resubmit
before the office opens.

Now, no one needs to know
about it, and I'll just...

forget that I saw
all of this.

Sorry, to be clear,
I finished my work properly

last night.

And how I spend my time off is
actually none of your business.

So...

if that doesn't work
for you, then...

maybe PPA doesn't work for me.

Oh, don't be melodramatic.

If you want to be

part of the family
and restart your career,

we both know that this is
the only way.

Well, with all due respect, you
don't really know me well enough

to make that call.

So, while I appreciate
the opportunity

to be a part of your empire...

I quit.

Did you ever see anything odd?

With Leo?

The only odd thing was
how generous he could be.

I mean, he even volunteered with
senior citizens every Tuesday.

Yeah, and sometimes
it was Thursdays.
Uh-huh.

But the guy was a great
partner and leader.

He expected a lot...

You're not writing
any of this down.

Because nobody cares about
nice people or senior citizens.

I thought
you had information

about Leo's death
being suspicious,

or at least what kind
of illegal business he was into.

If he was into anything illegal,
we didn't see it.

And as far as his death,

you're fishing for a dog
that won't bark, Chuck.

Tragedies happen

in routine procedures
all the time.

Maybe God needed a contractor.

This was a waste of time.

But at least I already have
what I need, anyway.

A healthy
organized crime figure

goes into the hospital
and mysteriously dies

underneath the eye
of a Carrington heir.

Meanwhile,
Blake Carrington,

a former murder suspect,

wants the people to elect him
into the Senate.

It writes itself.

Aside from Blake being arrested,

none of those other things
have been proven.

Not yet.

Do you want a juicier story?

Because I have

an A-lister staying
in the penthouse,

and I can get you some dirt.

Pass.

But thanks for the drink.

Uh, look.

Leo's death
was traumatic for us,

and we just want
to be done with it.

So...

what'll it take for you
to drop the story?
Look,

I already have your number.

Let me think of mine,
and I'll get back to you.

I borrowed
from the wrong people.

And when I couldn't
pay them back,

they threatened me.

And then they
threatened you.

I left to protect you.

And the less you
knew, the better.

Well, I knew nothing.
So job well done.

Look...

I know it's hard to
believe anything I say,

but I am sorry for
abandoning you, Dominique.

You left me in the dark, Brady.

No money, no family,

and a failing career.

After I waited a year...

I had to convince myself
that you were dead.

The other option was
too painful.

I never stopped
thinking about you.

Or believing in you.

You know, I've thought
about this day for a long time.

And not to get
greedy, but...

...I'm not ready for it to end.

Amanda wouldn't let you
push her around,

so now you're using
your little stick

to poke something
that won't fight back?

Get out of my office
before I throw you out.
Don't worry,

I'm just here retrieving
a few things Amanda left behind

in her rush to get away
from you.

Sounds like you did a great job

with her.
I was just trying to help.

You know,
real parenting involves

more than shopping
and lunching.

Judge all you want,
but I predicted this.

Not because I know the future,

but because
I actually know Amanda.

Real parenting...

involves more
than just business.

Not that you
would ever understand that.

Liam?

I'm so glad
you showed up.

Well, I told you
to let me know

when you're ready
to talk, so...

here I am.

I've been retracing my mistakes
since our fight,

and you were right to ask
for more than an apology.

It's important to me
that you took this seriously.

And I have.

I mean, you said it:
I am obsessed with success.

But I was thinking,

if I could unlearn
my obsessive drive,

then I might be able
to balance it all.

You know, my family,
my marriage and my career.

But now I know

that giving up who I am
is not the way to do it.

I-I never said I wanted you
to change who you are.

Fallon, I love your fire.

I know, but...

I mean,
where does that leave us?

Something has to change.

Otherwise, we're just back
to where we started, aren't we?

But I didn't come here
empty-handed.

I'm not willing to give up
my company.

But I am willing to walk away
for a little while

and give us a chance
to rebuild.

I came by your
office yesterday,

and I saw you working.

Fallon, you were
just glowing.

It made me think, how could
I put you in this position?

That's okay--
marriage is about compromise.

But walking away from the
thing that you love isn't
much of a compromise.

And now hearing
what I put you through...

it's clear I'm not the husband
I want to be.

What are you talking about?
You're a great husband.

Oh, Fallon, you're
not getting it.

It's not about you anymore.

And leaving your
company for a week,

a month or even a year.

I think I need some time to
figure out who I am again.

More than just a few
nights in a guest room.

I think we need
to take a break, Fallon.

No. There has to be another way.

I'm sorry.

I don't think there is.

♪ ♪

I didn't realize how much
I needed to hear an apology.

Even after all these years.

And as promised...

it's time for me
to hit the road,

let you get back to all
the wonderful things you
have going for you.

Did you really come back
just to apologize, or...

were there other reasons?

I came here to tell you
that I never stopped loving you.

But when I saw you yesterday...

so happy
in the life you've built,

I couldn't derail
your momentum.

But I want to give
you this before I go.

It's the set list from the first
club show we booked together.

You saved it?

It's the one piece of you
I always kept with me.

But now that I
see you're okay,

and you've moved on,

it's time I return it, so
that I can move on, too.

Goodbye, Dom.

Brady, wait.

This is probably
a big mistake, but...

I'm not ready
for you to go... yet.

Thank you for coming.

Whiskey?

Gin.

On the rocks,
with lime.

I thought school night
socializing was a no-go.

That's why I
asked you here.

You were right-- you know, what
you do on your personal time,

it's none of my business.

Well, it's nice to know
you're finally listening to me.

I...

ignored your reluctance,

and I never asked you
what you wanted.

I was trying to help...

But...?

It was more about trying

to build a relationship
with you.

Business is the only
language I know,

and I thought that PPA
was my best shot.

Why couldn't you
just admit that?
I don't know,

I don't think I realized it
until you quit.

You and Alexis have a lot
in common...

and have been
getting close quickly,

so I... I
just thought

I was gonna lose you
before I got to know you.

I get it.
But I'm not going anywhere,

and we do not need business
to bond.

I agree, which is why...

Come on.

No pressure, just...

nails and chat.

You really didn't have
to do all of this for me.

It was my regular
appointment time.

I just had her bring
a friend.

You know, despite
first impressions,

I do really love working, um,
specifically in medical law,

so I was just wondering
if you could maybe put in

a good word for me
at the hospital?

You know there are a few wings
with our name on it there?

Consider it done.

Chuck turned down
the bribe.

Said he's going
with a different story,

so I guess
you talked to him.

No. He didn't call me.

What other story
is he talking about?

I don't know, but he said
it'd be up on the site.

Oh, no.

This is a hit piece
on the hotel.

Mafia ties, cult leaders,
poison cocktails,

electrocution and brawls.

Is La Mirage the most dangerous
place in Atlanta?

He did go
with a juicier story.

This is a disaster.

"An open socket
next to the stage

sent their contractor
to the hospital."

Wait a minute.

Blake, Cristal and Adam

were the only ones
who knew that information.

My God.

I was trying to protect them,
and they just...

they just betrayed me.

Woops.

You're not the only Carrington
kid who can make a mess.

Oh. Hello.

I know you sabotaged
the PPA filing.

After some minor
digging and some...

well, less minor threats,

a scared little assistant
admitted that a Mr. Carrington

had called to
make some edits.

Any idiot can
do the math.

Oh. Actually,
maybe you can't.

You may have
other people fooled, but...

I know your game,

and I refuse to let
lying sisters lie.

That's why I pushed you
out of PPA in one day.

Oh, you didn't push me anywhere.

I never wanted to work at PPA.

Actually, thanks to you,
I managed to exit gracefully.

And I've landed a gig
somewhere I really belong.

The hospital.

You know, now that
you've come at me...

...you should probably
watch your back.

He's been working off the grid
here and there in Canada.

I followed up
with a few of his employers,

and he pretty much
keeps to himself.

That's what they say
about serial killers.

Any unpaid credit cards?

Something's off about this guy.

I just need to protect Dom.

Look, with exes,
it always comes down to alimony.

But Dominique's safe.

Brady's married to a Millie Cox.

Millie Cox?

That's my mom's legal name.

There's no divorce record?
Are-are you sure?

Well, nothing was ever filed.

Thanks. I'll, uh, I'll call you
if I need you for anything.

♪ If you must take ♪

♪ Your love away ♪

♪ Take it gradually ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Break it ♪

♪ Break it to me gently ♪

♪ Give me time ♪

♪ Oh, give me a little time ♪

♪ To ease the pain ♪

♪ Love me just ♪

♪ A little longer ♪

♪ 'Cause I'll never ♪

♪ Never ♪

♪ Love again ♪

♪ 'Cause I'll never ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Again ♪

♪ Never love again. ♪

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