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-[narrator] Previously on Dynasty: -[George] Mom, it looks very different.

[Sam] Wow, she's made herself Fallon.

We've been trying to nail Blake Carrington for a long time.

There's nothing that connects Silvio Flores.

I don't think I fully appreciated how lucrative

-the gambling business could be. -I went to the FBI.

The FBI who wants to send me to jail.

They're trying to put Mike Jones in jail.

[shouts]

You always do the wrong thing.

Your son doesn't fight back because he's protective of you.

I told the painters they could start on my new office in an hour.

You okay?

"Liam Ridley writes book about romance with It-girl"?

People think this is supposed to be Ashley?

It's weird you want me to parade around with my ex.

What would people say?

Your publisher putting out a book about herself written by her ex?

Not great optics.

I started writing that book to get over you.

It turned out to be the best way to tell you how I feel.

I have a photo that might interest your readers.

[dance music playing]

You, me, warm sands, strong drinks,

maybe an afternoon skinny dip under a waterfall.

I have bad memories of Bora Bora.

Okay. Well, how about a safari?

Meghan and Prince Harry did it for their second date.

We could do it for our first.

Are you sure you're not just trying to run away from your mother's face?

No. Copycat Freakshow hasn't left the loft since the great reveal.

So I'm hoping she stays there.

The point is, we are finally doing this, and I wanna make sure we do it right.

Plus, we've been working so hard on the launch of your book,

we deserve a little break.

Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you talk about my book?

Oh.

Well, sales are on an upward thrust,

and you've been rocking hard

-Mm-hm. -with the reviews.

But in the interest of doing things right,

maybe our first time shouldn't be here, you know, with my dad down the hall.

True.

So we'll wait then.

[cell phone buzzing]

No.

-What? -What?

Over a dozen bookstores

have backed out of their orders of The Biggest Payday.

They're dropping like flies.

-I thought we were getting good buzz. -Hello?

What's going on? I mean, we're losing money by the second.

What do you mean check TMZ?

Oh, my God. Someone leaked a photo of us kissing at the masquerade party.

And now they're saying that the book is about you, not Ashley.

Wow, "Is this book really so bad

that they had to fake a relationship just to get people to buy it?"

"Fallon Carrington thinks she can dupe the public.

Boycott Femperial books, hashtag 'liar,' hashtag 'narcissist.'"

I should've known better.

Kissing in public, it's almost as bad as leaking your own sex tape.

We screwed up. And now we're screwed.

I'm not gonna let these Internet trolls tank our project

or drag our relationship through the mud.

You can't stop it. It's too late.

If I can stop us from having sex, then I can stop anything.

Are we celebrating something?

Peace between the Flores and the Carrington families.

I'm honestly surprised how easily you and Papa took to the truce.

Well, Silvio and I found some common ground.

-What? Cigars? -You.

Neither one of us wants to see you get hurt.

And we both wanna build a legacy that includes you.

So in the spirit of that, we have decided to pursue a joint venture.

Okay. Mi amor, we've been over this.

He's not to be trusted, especially not in business.

Honey, I wasn't born yesterday, okay?

This is mutually beneficial to both families.

We're bringing sports betting to Georgia.

Through your family's business and infrastructure,

we should be ready to launch by the Atlantix opening day.

-Isn't gambling illegal in Georgia? -Mm-hm.

But the State Senate is voting on a bill to legalize sports betting in a few days.

It's down to one swing vote, Senator Braden.

I just need to apply the right pressure to the right people,

so the vote goes our way.

Growing up with my father,

I know a thing or two about applying pressure.

Are you offering to help me? We could have some fun playing Bonnie and Clyde.

As long as I get to be Bonnie.

-You're no fun. -[laughs]

[chattering]

As the CEO of Femperial,

I am here today to address allegations that we misled the public

in promoting our book, The Biggest Payday.

Well, I can confirm that those allegations are true.

I do have a personal relationship with the author

and the book is about me, not Ashley Cunningham.

I saw an opportunity in the public's misconception,

and I do regret employing deceptive marketing

to promote a book that can easily stand on its own merits.

Please, do not punish the author or our Femperial team

for a mistake that I made as a first-time publisher.

Thank you.

[panting]

Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you.

I'm not at your beck and call, Jeff. I have work to do for the team.

But there won't be a team if we let Blake drag it down with him.

Anyways, I figured it out.

That list of names we got from Blake's hard drive,

they're all Georgia state politicians.

Great. And?

And I need you to figure out how these politicians

are linked to him or Silvio Flores.

We can force Blake out of the owners' box

with the money laundering evidence we already have.

Why put everything that you have built in the hands of the feds?

The FBI is the only way to make sure we pull all of Blake's hooks,

including the Flores family, out of the team.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what you like.

What? You're gonna pull the "Mike Jones, Ada Stone" card again?

-Sell me out to the FBI? -I don't want to.

Just figure out what these names mean.

Please, do not punish the author... Overall, I think it worked out better than I expected it to.

Really? Because you were bragging all morning

about how your plan was such a sure thing.

Well, the boycott is off,

and now my open call for accountability is trending.

You're a meme now. Someone took your head and pasted it over Britney's face

in the "Work Bitch" video.

Great. Just what I need. My face on yet another broken woman.

Look at the bright side. She's doing great.

She has a Vegas show. Great abs.

Oh, speaking of abs, you and me off to the Maldives?

[Fallon] Not yet.

First, we need to celebrate the book, and then we can celebrate us.

Plus, you should be working on your speech for the launch party.

Perhaps you'd like to make a dedication.

But there's also a slime ball out there who leaked our photo to the press,

upon whom I need to exact sweet, delicious revenge.

Sam, it was your party.

You want me to figure out who took the photo?

There were hundreds of people.

[groans]

Anders.

You're also pretty sexy when you're out for revenge.

Go figure.

Aw... You kiss so beautifully.

I saw your photo broke the Internet this morning.

You must feel violated.

That photo is nothing I can't handle. In fact, I already have.

[knocking on door]

Hi. Can I help you?

I need to speak to my son.

[George] Uh...

Oh, God, Liam. Get your tongue out of that girl's throat.

-Mom? -I read your book.

My dear friend,

the Pulitzer Prize-winning critic Michiko Kakutani,

she slipped me her advanced copy.

And I must say I'm offended,

not only by your subpar writing,

but by your slanderous portrayal of me.

-So I have filed a lawsuit. -[Liam] It's fiction, Mom.

That book will never see the light of day.

And I will tie up your little vagina power company

with so many lawsuits

that you will never sign another author again.

Are you really that sad?

What's sad is this little folly.

So I will give you a choice.

I will give up the lawsuit if you give up my son.

[George] Nice.

Oh, sorry, Jeff. Didn't mean to startle you.

I just wanted to see what you did with my office

that you commandeered, and it's so stylish.

Way nicer than my new one.

Yeah, that was the plan, all right? You--

Damn it.

Whoa, Jeff. You seem worked up

and your eyes look a bit glassy. Can I check your--?

I'm fine, okay? Just...

All right, look, I know we have bad blood what with you being my father's adversary,

but let's forget that right now. I'm concerned about you as a doctor.

See, your hands are shaking.

You're sweating and your pulse is racing. Just come sit down.

Okay. All right. Sit back. Good. Now, you wanna take some deep breaths.

In, out. There we go.

You just need to get some rest, all right?

All right, everyone.

The staff will provide the bone broth and B12 shots you need,

but remember, nobody leaves until we figure this out.

So think fast. All right.

-Hi. -This has to do with my mother?

She wants a legal battle, she's going to get one.

We have civil and corporate litigation, family law in the drawing room,

and a couple from immigration, just in case we find something juicy.

I don't know. Going nuclear on my mom is not the best way to handle her.

She went nuclear first. I know she hates me.

But using your book, your blood, sweat, and tears against us?

It's low. Even by my standards.

This is just gonna make things even uglier.

What do you suggest, Father Teresa?

I suggest dinner, okay? With lots of wine.

It is the WASP way. There'll be verbal sparring,

but in the end, I will talk her off the ledge, as a loving son.

I've already made reservations.

-Great. Let me know how it goes. -No.

The three of us. You're coming.

Blake, you are not going to believe the photo I just found.

Look, you'll love this.

It's a photo of us just after Fallon was born. I mean, look at Fallon.

Oh, such a bundle of joy, you know, before she could talk.

And you, you were so handsome.

We were so madly in love.

Oh, I miss those days. Don't you?

I don't know why we're taking this trip down memory lane.

I know you've been through a lot, but I'm in the middle of something.

Blake, I need your honest opinion,

and I know you won't spare me.

Is this what I look like now?

Like a younger version of me or do I, I mean...?

Would you say that I look more like Fallon?

Really look.

Uh...

You are Fallon's mother.

You are Fallon's mother, aren't you? It's getting hard to tell these days.

Blake, I'm serious.

But it's a little late to worry about it now.

And you look fantastic for someone who just face-planted into a fireplace.

Alexis, I really have to get some work done.

Yeah. I do too.

[car beeps]

Ow, ouch, ow, ow.

Ma'am, are you okay? What happened?

Is it broken? It feels broken.

I can call 911.

Oh, no. I was talking about my shoe.

-Ah. -It got stuck in the grate.

Can you help me unlace it?

Yeah. Sure.

Slowly. I think I twisted my ankle.

You know what? I think it's loose enough for me to... Oh!

-Thank you. -Sure.

I thought I'd be stuck there all night.

Can I, um, walk you to your car?

No, no, no. It's just around the corner. Thank you.

That performance put Faye Dunaway to shame.

And Beatty's got nothing on you, baby.

You are looking well, Fallon. Candlelight does wonders.

Oh, I was about to say the same to you. Have you had work done recently?

See? This is nice, civilized.

Almost as civil as civil court, though I hear it's bring-your-own-candles.

Can we get through one more bottle before diving into all that, please?

The wine won't make any difference.

You might as well accept that this relationship is going to end.

And I'm just trying to save you the pain of another divorce.

You know what, Mom? Stop. We're together and your lawsuit isn't gonna work.

So if you wanna stay in my life, accept that Fallon is a part of it too.

Well, she has clearly wasted no time in rotting your brain

with this new disrespectful attitude.

I have just lost my appetite. Laura, go ahead and file your lawsuit.

It has zero legal merit,

and I will slap you with so many countersuits

that you will not see the outside of a courthouse for years.

I don't have years.

It's this illness of mine.

It has made me overly emotional,

and everything that is happening is my fault.

What?

I was just trying to get you to myself

and spend the few months that I have left with my son.

Liam, I have cancer.

Oh, there you are.

Take a look.

At what?

I'm trying a few tweaks, now we barely even look related.

Do you need new eyes too?

Darling, please. You never wear a dark lip.

Okay. Come here. Let's compare, shall we?

You are the one on the right, in case you're confused.

And if you think a pair of sunglasses and a dark lip

will be enough for me to let this go, then your face isn't the problem.

Your brain is.

Fallon...

Until you stop lying to yourself, we are done.

I already have enough on my plate with manipulative Mommy Van Kirk.

I don't need your crazy too. So you and I will never be seen

in public together again.

No. Tell them no plus-ones, no exceptions.

-Hi. -Hey. I missed you last night.

Oh, sorry. I just wanted to stay with my mom after, you know, the news.

Of course. Did she tell you any more about her diagnosis?

Apparently, she's been doing chemo for a couple of weeks,

but it hasn't been going well.

So the future is... It's murky.

Mm.

I might have to go back to New York for a while.

-Without me? -Look, we can long-distance it.

When has that ever worked?

Look, if she really has cancer,

-then we should just-- -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-What do you mean "if"? -I don't know.

-Just the timing is a little convenient. -Are you hearing yourself?

My mom might be difficult, but she's still human.

Even she's not cruel enough to lie about that.

No, no, no. You are right.

I get that you're upset. Okay? I am too. I wanna figure out something.

I am willing to do whatever it takes.

In fact, why don't I take her out for a day at the spa?

Maybe pampering will make her feel better.

You're actually offering to spend a day with my mom?

I would rather take painting lessons from John Wayne Gacy, but, yeah,

if you and I are headed for the endgame, then I have to least try and win her over.

That's totally Derek, isn't it?

I mean, he did let himself go after his ex got engaged.

Those are some tight pants. [groans]

Okay. Three down, 477 to go.

Are you conferring with Bo?

No. He's actually useless.

I'm trying to match the guests with their masks,

so I can identify and eliminate everyone in the photo as suspects.

If they're in the photo, they couldn't have taken it.

By the time you're done, Fallon could be four scandals past this one.

No one likes a hater, Anders.

I could call a contact at TMZ and find out who leaked the picture.

-Well, that's basic. -Some might say elementary.

Fine. It is a good idea. But if we're playing roles, you're Watson.

[whimpers]

-What is this? -Alpha-wave stimulator.

You'll sleep like a baby tonight.

When you said spa treatments, I was thinking body wraps,

not science experiments. In my condition--

Your condition is exactly why I booked the Diamond Healing packages,

LStim bed, cryo-body wrap, oxygen infusion, PRP, microneedling.

Sounds deadly. Are you trying to hasten my departure?

This is cutting edge and only available to elite circles.

I know what you're doing.

You're trying to suck up, which wouldn't be necessary

unless Liam was seriously considering coming back to New York with me.

Quite the opposite. I was just feeling sorry for you.

Since time is so precious, why not develop a meaningful relationship

between a dying mother and an ex-wife-slash-girlfriend?

[woman] All right, ladies.

We're gonna start with our plasma-rich platelet procedure.

We're gonna draw your blood, spin it to oxygenate,

and inject the healthy blood cells back into your system

or wherever you need healing the most.

-Ooh, fun. -Who wants to go first?

Oh--

Sick past-and-future mother-in-laws first.

I got it. This is all about the sports betting bill.

These senators are all key voters, including one who was publicly undecided.

And Blake is somehow tied to all of this. It's just...

-Jeff? Jeff. -The partnering. -What is this? -If it isn't Mike Jones.

Did you find that missing piece? Because the clock is ticking.

-I'm still working on it. -I need that link, okay?

I just can't see it, but it goes right here.

-With the Flores family and the kiosks. -What?

The kiosks, the kiosks.

Are you feeling okay? Maybe you need to sit down.

-It's all good. -No, no. You don't seem all good.

If Blake sees you or the FBI, you seem a little loose, man.

Well, help me then, okay?

Find out about those senators, or the feds will be seeing you tomorrow.

Bright and early.

Got it?

A Carrington always pays her debts.

Thank you.

-Uh, short of breath? -Yeah.

I just, uh...

-I just need some water. -Good idea.

Severe dehydration can lead to disorientation.

You know, Jeff, like all doctors, I took the Hippocratic Oath.

You know, do no harm.

But you're not really my patient.

And is it really doing harm if you're not doing anything at all?

It's a real philosophical question.

I was always better at chemistry.

Now, if you come at Blake and me like that again,

next time I won't make this phone call.

Hi, I just found my colleague passed out in his office.

He's not moving.

Please hurry.

I should know any time. Our meeting is in a few minutes.

I'll speak to you after. Adios, Silvio.

-I didn't realize anyone was still here. -So, I'm glad I caught you.

We need to talk.

-It's important. -What did you screw up this time?

It's not my screw-up.

Whoever did and whatever it is, I don't have time to clean it up.

I have an important meeting, so, why don't you deal with it?

You're right.

-I'll handle it myself. -Good.

[woman] Blake, this is Senator Braden.

Mr. Carrington, so nice to meet you.

-It's a pleasure to see you. -[Braden] Thank you.

Shall we speak?

It looks like everything is healing nicely.

How do you feel?

Well, actually, I was hoping that I could make a few tweaks.

You know, maybe a brow lift or a little lip injection.

It's too risky, Mrs. Carrington. You're still healing.

I'm happy to pay extra.

Unless perhaps there's something else that you might like. [chuckles]

You're having an adrenaline withdrawal from surgery.

It can be addictive.

You think I enjoy getting all this painful work done?

No, it's just that...

I don't know, this face, it's not working for me.

I... I look like someone else.

I think our team did a tremendous job giving you exactly what you asked for.

What I asked for? What--? When?

I know it can be difficult to recall everything

given all the pain meds, but, um, this was given to us

as a basis for your surgery.

Because you had difficulty speaking, your son passed it along.

[gasps]

[jazz music playing on speakers]

With reviews calling him the next Jonathan Safran Foer,

and the statement I released yesterday, we are very close

to cracking the New York Times best-seller list.

Will you excuse me for just one second?

What are you doing here? You're not on the guest list.

I just wanna celebrate your big night.

Oh, yeah. Okay.

Well, please try not to roofie anyone and keep the creep factor minimal.

Over here. Fantastic.

Hey. Hi.

-There's the man of the hour. -Fallon, this-- This is incredible.

-Better than anything I could've imagined. -[Laura] Really?

All the guests look like they stumbled out of an episode of The Real Housewives.

-So tacky. -[Fallon] Laura.

I'm surprised that you're joining us tonight.

That PRP treatment did wonders.

Anything to make you comfortable before your flight tomorrow.

Well, Liam will be traveling with me.

So, he'll make sure that I'm plenty comfortable.

What? You're leaving, too?

Can I borrow him for just a second?

Yeah.

Be right back.

So, you're leaving but you're coming back, right? -As soon as I'm able to, yes. -You mean as soon as she lets you.

Look, Fallon... I wouldn't be able to live with myself

if I didn't try to develop a meaningful relationship

with my mother while I still can. We had a great talk on the way here.

And she wants to clear the slate, make new memories.

Wow, I mean, she will just say anything to keep us apart.

You have to stop with these conspiracies, okay?

She's sick and just wants to spend time with her son.

[groans]

My contact at TMZ couldn't confirm the source of the photo,

it came from an anonymous address.

Hmm. This guy is good... or girl.

-At least we have the big picture. -Big picture? We hardly know anything.

No. He literally sent a bigger picture.

-They cropped it for publication. -Oh.

I'm forwarding it to you now.

[cell phone beeps] Okay. Got it.

There's a lot more people in this one. We can rule out more guests.

[Anders] I think we can do better than that.

[Sam] Oh.

I'd recognize that tailoring anywhere.

It's iconic.

-It's me... and I'm taking a selfie. -Mm.

What a surprise.

The good news for us is that selfie is the reverse angle of this photograph.

If we can find the selfie, we'll know who did it.

Clever.

Okay, no problem. I'll go through my photos.

All five million of them?

I like taking photos of myself, okay? I'm photogenic.

In fact... take a picture of me while going through my pictures.

Okay. Looking.

[glass clinking]

Hello, everybody.

Thank you for coming out to support Femperial's inaugural book with us.

And without further ado, I would like to introduce

its brilliant author,

a man that I am simply mad about.

Liam Ridley.

[crowd applauding]

Uh, first off, I just wanna say that I appreciate all of your support.

And I'm so happy to have found a home with Femperial.

Now, there's someone that I would like to acknowledge tonight,

because without her...

well, none of this would have been possible.

So... I'm dedicating my book

to a very special woman in my life.

My mother, Laura.

Uh, she's here this evening, and I'm...

I'm happy that I could share this moment with her.

Thank you.

[crowd applauding]

Wow, I really thought he was gonna dedicate the book to you.

But I suppose the bond between mother and son is undeniable.

Can't you go find a dark corner to lurk in?

[cell phone buzzing]

Hey, Laura.

Congratulations. We need to have a chat.

[groans]

How many more selfies do you have?

I could've finished binge-watching the entire series of Neighbours by now.

Oh, my God.

-You found something? -My new profile picture.

The old one doesn't reflect the new me anymore.

Okay.

Wait. Here it is.

Found it.

I remember that mask. I had nightmares about it. That's...

Adam.

Before we start pointing fingers at our own family,

we need to be certain.

We need to prove that he leaked that photo.

Look at us, detectiving.

We should document this with a selfie.

Okay, ready?

[camera clicks] Love it.

You.

-How could you be so cruel? -Mother, what are you--?

Burning me was terrifying, yes.

But I've almost learned to justify my son lashing out after years of abandonment.

But then I find out that you made me look like this? -I didn't. -I got this from the surgeon.

All right, this was...

This was supposed to be a gift.

You looked so much like Fallon when you were younger.

I was trying to do something nice for you.

I was trying to make up for the fire incident.

Stop lying, Adam.

You have been trying to destroy my relationship with Fallon.

And now-- Well, I can't help but feel that...

maybe it would've been better if you had never come at all.

Please, don't say that.

I got jealous. I admit it.

All I've ever wanted was your love.

And you and Fallon are so close.

When all that she ever is to me is mean and callous.

That doesn't mean that you can do this, Adam.

I know and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I am.

But you have no idea how hard it was

being brought up by some sick addict as a mother.

When I learned about you and-- And...

I finally had hope.

Hope that I'd be-- I would...

get the love that I always craved.

So, please don't--

[sobbing] Please don't push me away. No, I just found you.

What is this all about, Fallon?

People are praising my son.

And I would like to be there to hear it while I still can.

You can drop the Big C act.

I know it's all fake.

-Excuse me? -That PRP treatment?

You didn't think I was trying to be nice, did you?

No. I had some vials of your blood tested for traces of chemo.

And it came back as clean as a newborn's.

You stole my blood?

And you are the one accusing me of doing something

so utterly loathsome as pretending to be terminally ill?

Okay. Stop making a scene at your own son's book launch.

Making a scene?

I'll show you a scene.

Excuse me.

Hello, everyone.

As mother of the author...

I'd like to say a few words.

This is a bittersweet evening, because...

this could be the last book launch of my son's...

that I may be able to attend.

You see... I was just recently diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.

[chattering]

I know.

And if that weren't awful enough, my son's girlfriend...

Fallon Carrington...

is accusing me of lying about my diagnosis.

[Fallon] All right.

Let's hear it for Laura, everyone.

Laura.

I got it.

Thank you.

Well, I'm sorry for that interruption.

Let's get back to the party.

Okay.

No. No, I would like to say one thing.

Laura, here... is a liar.

I have test results that prove

there is no trace of chemo in her body,

even though she claims that she is undergoing treatment, okay?

Right here. Take a look.

It says it right there.

She is a manipulative liar

and she's only doing it to break Liam and I apart

because she is a monster.

She's a monster who--

I'm the monster? She stole my blood.

-I-- -She stole my blood.

And, yes, it is clean, but that's only because I have stopped chemotherapy.

I was having a-- A bad reaction.

And you know what?

Would you like to see the CT scan?

There.

[chuckles]

It's--

-No. -Uh-huh.

Does this look fake to you?

[sighs]

She could've pulled that from anywhere, guys. Liam?

No, Fallon, don't.

[Laura crying]

-I've seen enough. Come on. -I'm sorry.

[woman] Do you have any comments?

[man] Fallon, is this true?

Gambling is inherently immoral.

And I didn't come to the state capital to encourage it.

Well, senator, I hear your concerns.

And I'm familiar...

with your moral crusade at the capitol.

You ran on an anti-gun platform as well, if I'm not mistaken.

-That's right. -So it would be, uh...

quite a scandal if the Georgia State Troopers

were tipped off about your husband, and then found a firearm

with an illegal silencer in his glove box?

Excuse me?

-Is this some kind of game? -Mm. Sort of.

Except we can both win here.

You can go home, take that gun out of his car,

and bury it in the backyard.

You can go and vote in favor of the gambling bill tomorrow.

You don't wanna find the other Easter eggs we've hidden for you,

at your law firm...

in your mother's garden.

Her roses are coming in so nicely.

-I've never been able to grow them myself. -No?

So...

shall we discuss that vote again?

There you are.

Are you okay?

-Did someone die? -No.

Just my pride and my relationship, and maybe Laura Van Kirk soon.

Man, I really did miss a good party, didn't I?

Yeah, where were you?

I've never known you to skip out on anything.

Not even Tony the gardener's cat quinceañera.

Sam and I were busy looking for proof before we shared our findings.

You are not going to believe this.

You probably will, 'cause you think the worst of people.

Adam, he took and leaked the photo of you and Liam kissing.

Boy Interrupted?

Well, he is annoying... and weird.

He stares at you unwittingly, which I heard is a psychopathic trait.

All personality assessments aside,

we do have actual evidence.

Sam borrowed Adam's laptop while he was at the party.

I had a discreet tech service, give us full access.

And as you can see,

he's the one who e-mailed the photo to TMZ.

Brother dearest is so dead.

I don't want to encourage fratricide, but it does get worse.

We found some interesting texts. You're not gonna like who he has been cozying up to.

[both breathing heavily]

That was very pleasant.

And illegal in some states, I think.

Ha, ha.

Yeah, teaming up was a game changer.

I am so glad that you reached out when you did.

Well...

-that cancer idea we came up with. -Genius.

You pulled those medical records out of thin air.

Poof.

Old patient records come in handy every now and then.

Mm. You are very resourceful, aren't you?

[Sam sighs]

You are not gonna guess what just happened.

-Something tells me I won't have to. -Fallon paid me for sleuthing.

She didn't pay me, pay me like with money.

But she paid me with a trip to the Maldives.

She was supposed to go with Liam, but now he's mad.

She has to deal with Adam.

So, since I saved the day, she said I deserve a vacation.

You saved the day?

Okay, of course, yes. We saved the day.

That's why you're coming with me.

You deserve a vacation as much as I do.

Did someone say boy's trip?

Yeah.

There she is with her tail between her legs.

Liam's not here.

I know.

He always goes to yoga before a flight.

I wanted to talk to you.

Alone.

Woman to woman.

Well, make it fast because my son and I have a plane to catch.

I know you lied.

-What are you talking--? -I have proof.

Text exchanges with my brother, who provided the faux CT-scan.

Okay.

So, you caught me.

I only did it because I am trying to protect my weakling son,

who is too weak to fend off trash.

You are not good enough for him.

No, no, no. I am not good enough for you, and there is a difference.

But I'm not afraid of you and I don't care.

And you know that and you hate it

because it rubs off on Liam, which gives you less control over him.

Let's cut the bad therapy crap.

What do you want?

I am going to give you a choice, Laura.

Either I tell Liam the truth,

which would destroy your already fragile relationship with him,

or you can generate good will by choosing to come clean on your own.

Just tell him that you were desperate for his love and affection,

make up some excuse that will help him forgive you eventually.

Why?

Why aren't you using this to make Liam resent me more?

Because I know what it's like to hate your mother.

And I don't want that for Liam.

But, hey...

one silver lining...

at least you're cancer-free.

I was told that you're desperate to chat.

What do you want now? A wig made out of my hair?

Thank you for being willing to talk...

especially with all this.

Maybe don't highlight it.

I know that this face has caused you a lot of trouble.

I'm going to make this right.

The world's best plastic surgeon will be reconstructing a new face for me.

I leave for Europe immediately. You've finally come to your senses.

I'll be gone a while.

But before I go,

I was hoping I could talk to you about your brother.

Quit while you're ahead.

He's worse than you know, Fallon.

He's the reason that I have your face.

He gave the surgeon your photo.

-He what? -Just promise me that you won't cross him.

I love you too much to see you get hurt.

I won't get hurt.

Adam, on the other hand--

Fallon, he might be disturbed and unbalanced.

But-- I mean, he's my son and I blame myself.

I never should've stopped looking for him. Promise me

that you will stay away from him, and do not tell him that I'm gone.

Of course.

You go get a new face.

Everything's gonna be fine.

[champagne cork pops]

I just got word.

Sports betting... is now legal in the state of Georgia.

Your father's gambling kiosks will be installed before our opening game.

And I just got a text from Papa.

He never reaches out.

He wanted to say he's happy with us.

Thumbs up emoji, that's a first.

Emoji or the happy?

Both.

Mm.

Let's get to the part of Bonnie and Clyde

they don't show on television.

That's my favorite part.

Can I help you?

I think you've been looking for me in the Ada Stone case.

I'm Mike Jones.

Mike Jones?

You're just waltzing in here? That's bold.

It's not bold. It's smart.

I realize I gotta do things my way and my way only.

So, I'm here to make an immunity deal.

I've got everything you need to catch a much bigger fish than me or Ada Stone.

What kind of fish?

Blake Carrington.

[Liam] Fallon.

So, I just spoke to my mother.

She confessed everything.

She lied about the cancer.

-No way. -I don't know.

Don't act so surprised.

My mom doesn't usually own up to things or apologize.

So, I got the sense that someone

gave her a not-so-subtle nudge.

I have no idea.

I'm sorry. I should've believed you from the beginning.

I'm so grateful that you tried to make everything okay

between me and my mom, even if she was awful.

Well, you shouldn't judge her too harshly.

She did have help from the devil himself.

What does that mean?

Don't worry about it.

Right now... I think you and I deserve to take a beat and just focus on us.

Pretend we're in the Maldives, order rum cocktails,

and take a PG-13 skinny dip in my thousand-thread-count sheets.

PG-13, huh?

Yeah.

[Talking Heads' "Wild Wild Life" playing]

I have to take care of one thing first.

-Brother dearest. -[chuckles]

How uncharacteristically sweet.

-You want some cake? I'll share. -Actually, I just came from the loft.

I had a real heart-to-heart with Mom.

Great... Oh, that's wonderful.

I know she was troubled by your strong reaction to her surgery.

Yes. We're putting all of that behind us.

And in the spirit of family and fresh starts,

I think we should try again, too.

Consider it a truce of sorts, for Mom.

I didn't know we were at war.

But of course we can start fresh, no victory more important than family.

Oh, I couldn't agree more.

You know what? I would actually love some cake.

Thanks, bro.

♪ Living wild, wild, wild, wild, life ♪