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Previously on Dynasty...
Among my responsibilities

is running
background checks.

I know everything.

Kori, this is
Michael Culhane.

FALLON: Is that why you slept
with Kori? To get back at me?

MICHAEL: I don't use people
to hurt others, Fallon.

That's you.

PHIL: Chief Aaron? He's
the best. Convinced your dad

to give the club 250K per year.

I thought it was a million.

I'm about to right a wrong.

You know, hacking isn't
my game anymore, right?

I'm going after
the police chief-- Stansfield.

Dinner with Kori, but...

maybe dessert back here.
Mm, no.

But I'll never turn down another
bite of that sweet potato pie.

(chuckles) Sounds good.

I think we should have a kid.
All this tragedy

with Matthew, Willy, Claudia,
it's all over.

This is our chance
to start something new.

Let's put the past behind us.

*

* She only comes out at night

* The lean and hungry type

* Oh, oh, here she comes

* Watch out, boy,
she'll chew you up *

* Oh, oh, here she comes

* She's a maneater

* She's a maneater *

That was the one.
Mm.

* She's a maneater...

Where's my coffee?
Fallon.

Good to have
you back.

I think.
Mm.

Jeff had way better
coffee at his house.

Perhaps you
should have stayed there.

Come on, Steven.
What, no witty repartee?

You're not still in a lather
about Stansfield, are you?

No. Just been slammed
with foundation stuff.

And I'm late.

Morning.
Good morning, sir.

The Carrington Atlantic
gift strategists are

on their way--
should I set them up

in the study?
Please.

Gift strategists?
Holiday gifts for our clients.

C.A.'s sponsoring the
Tree Lighting Ceremony

in midtown... this year.

I thought I'd hand out
the gifts then.

Don't tell me.

You forgot your
year-end business presents.

What do you take me for?

No. Of course. Morell Corp.
has something in the works.

Do I get one
of these gifts, too?
No.

Your life's been
one big Christmas morning

since you arrived.

So, what are you
gonna do?

About the client gifts
you don't have.

Like I said, it's in the works.
Your dad might fall

for your act, but he gives you
more credit than you deserve.

We all know that
you have a blind spot

when it comes to thinking
about other people.

I have no blind spots.

I see all spots,
just like I see you,

eating your croissants
while you may,

trying desperately to claim
a seat at this table.

But unless you're a Carrington,
or work for a Carrington,

no one cares
what you think.

Especially not me.

FALLON:
Hey.

I need a shopping partner,
and a ride.

Oh. Looks
like someone

already got one.
Have you ever heard of knocking?

Oh, you mean I can't just waltz
in here like I own the place?

Because I do.
(chuckles)

So, how's the city job?

The only job I want
to talk about

is the faux-job
you gave my boyfriend.

(laughs):
"Faux-job"?

Wow, that's pretty great.
You know, you could argue

that me pretending to blow
Culhane was a good thing.

You two came out
stronger than ever.

Are you trippin'?

What is going on?

(chuckles softly)

(kissing)

Maybe you should change
your locks.

(scoffs)

I'd say she wasn't
getting enough sugar,

but knowing you...

Fallon. You can't
just barge in here

with no respect
for boundaries.

Boundaries?

But we shared pie.

Okay, well, Kori
doesn't want to share pie.

And she doesn't want
to be reminded that
you and I shared pie.

I think that you're
using pie as a metaphor,

but I mean actual pie.

Fallon.

You can't expect Kori
to be cool with you

after what you
put her through.

You got to give us space.

The doctor will be
right with you.

Thank you.

(door opens)

So, everything
looks good.

Are you sure?

Were you worried
you're pregnant?

Don't be.

Your IUD is still effective.

It should protect you
from pregnancies

for at least
two more years.

Perfect.

ANDERS:
Sir, the gift strategists

are at the gate.

But you have another guest--
Chief Stansfield.

Coffee, sir?

Or scotch and
cigars, perhaps?

This isn't a social call.

Ah.

(door closes)

I know why you're here.
You'll have it soon.

I don't doubt you're
good for the money.

I'm more concerned
about your son.

Steven didn't know
what he was doing

when he moved
those foundation funds.

Seems to me he did.

(sighs):
He's a kid...

on some dumb moral crusade,
but it's harmless.

He just doesn't understand the
value you bring to this family.

I'll talk some sense into him.

You don't need
to worry.

You're right, I don't.

You do.

(door opens)
ANDERS: Sorry, sir.

Uh, the gift
strategists.

That's right,
Christmas is coming.

What good's
all the money, Blake,

if you don't have
the freedom to spend it?

Or the family to spend it on.

*

What is all this?
'Tis the season to show

our clients how much
we appreciate them.

And to show
our competitors' clients

how much they're missing out.

Aren't we doing
a holiday party?

People forget parties
as soon as the hangover fades.

If we can butter up C.A.'s
clients by giving them

a memorable present,
then maybe some of them

will be swayed to meet with us.

Let me show you what I've got.

MAN:
An entry-level

Patek Philippe for $20,000.

A watch meant to be passed
from generation to generation.

A private island available
for client use.

It comes with its own
designer villa, butler

and staff.

And a yacht, of course.
Speyside single malt

from 1946.

One pour is worth
nearly $1,000.

Your typical
blinged-out power bank,

with real bling.

Clubs...

and caviar.
Gold,

diamonds and electricity

never lose their value.

Presented
with Petrossian caviar,

valued at $1,000 per tin.

BLAKE: A little something
for everyone.

I need to get on with my day.
Anything else?

And who doesn't love puppies?

Especially ones that have been
genetically engineered

to fit in stockings.

I think we need to dial it back.

We're a start-up.

Keep it to three
figures per client.

Three figures?
My haircut costs more than that.

Monica can help.

She handles gifts
for Colby Co.,

and gets the brand.

Fine. My father

hands his out at the tree
lighting, so I figure

we'll messenger
ours out next week.

So, you're going
to the lighting ceremony.

You want to go together?
Well, I usually go

with Culhane, but I
figure his girlfriend

wouldn't be down
with that.

You know what?

I just realized what I'm giving
Culhane for Christmas this year.

Space?
No.

I'm going to make a new friend.
Who?

Don't say Kori.
Kori.

BLAKE:
That's right.

I need to talk
to the security team.

What are you doing in here?

I just wanted to
drop this off.

It's my résumé.

Oh.

And a little...
powdered sugar. Sorry.

It just so happens
that I have a PhD in shopping

and a master's
in how to be memorable.

I can find you a gift
that'll keep you

at the top
of your clients' minds.

And you know nothing
about my clients.

But I know your competition.

Fallon's desperate to top you

and to send her gift
to your entire client list.

(phone vibrates)

Please, Sam,
I don't have the bandwidth

to deal with this right now.

Perfect. I'll deal
with it for you.

Those are seven high-profile
cases that Stanfield's

been involved in.
If you pull those

police records, I bet we'll find
something incriminating.

But hacking into
Atlanta PD records?

That's illegal.

It was also illegal
for Stansfield

to question you
as a murder suspect

just because my
father told him to.

No one should be able
to buy the law like that.

Say I'm game.

I don't see
Blake's name in here.

He would lawyer up so hard,

Stansfield might end up
slipping away as well.

Yeah, I'm... pretty familiar
with Blake's lawyers.

Not to mention,

any strike on him would
blow back on all of us.

You're in business
with my sister now.

For our family, that
means more than marriage.

*

KORI: I mean, I don't even know
what else to cut.

With this budget,
we'd have to power down

every public library
the last two weeks of December.

I don't mean
to intrude,

but I got
you a ticket

to the Annual Carrington
Tree Lighting Ceremony.

The tree lighting
may be sponsored

by Carrington Atlantic,
but it's a city event.

In front of City Hall,

where I work.

Why would I need
your invitation?

Why are you
really here, Fallon?

Culhane is my friend
and you're his girlfriend,

so it stands to reason

that you and I are gonna
run into each other a lot.

Is that a threat?

No. I'm just saying
you and I should be friends,

for all of our sakes.
So, basically, you want me

to make it more convenient for
you to spend time with my man.

It's not just about Culhane.
I mean...

I will be the first
to admit

I don't have many girlfriends.
How can that be?

Come on, Kori, you're making
this harder than it needs to be.

Look, it's not like
Culhane and I

were even in love.
It was just...

booty calls and limo sex.

Tell that to him.

Wait, he said
it was more than that?

And that is exactly why
we aren't hanging out.

MONICA: Why are you still
barking up that poor girl?

I thought that if I tried
to make friends with her,

I could...
Let him go, Fallon.

Close the door.
Can we focus?

Morell is super
innovative, right?

So what if we give a tech gift?

Like one of those
little waterproof cameras?

Or an e-reader?
I'm sorry,

I just fell asleep
and woke up in 2010.

If we do tech,
it has to be cutting-edge,

something everyone wants.

Is that a pic from the Bahamas?

Just one of the thousands
of selfies I took.

Rum and coconuts are not that
fun when you're by yourself.

Wasn't Jeff with you?

Yeah, but he's my brother,

so it doesn't count.
Oh, my God, you are so lying.

If Jeff wasn't with you,
who was he with?

Nobody special, okay? Let's
just get back to the gifts.

SAM:
Here's a pitch.

You can never go
wrong with tequila.

Yeah, tell that
to your parents. Look, Sam,

this is a work zone,
for people with jobs.

Jobs where you can wear pajamas
all day? Sign me up.

Gigi Hadid
wore these last week.
In fact,

I have a business proposition.
With the, uh,

proper financial incentive,

I can tell you what
your dad's giving.

Wow, what a great idea.
Or I could just

walk into his study for free
and find out for myself.

Oh. I know what we can give.

Jeff knows a guy who
can get the Google Pixel.

That phone's selling
out all over.

What if we can get him
to hook us up with a shipment?

Something everyone wants,

cutting-edge tech.

I think it's perfect.

I'll call Jeff.

(shrieks)

JEFF:
I'll let you know

if I find anything
useful in those cases.

I owe you.

(engine revs)

I knew you had a fishy past,
but real fish?

It's a bit on the nose.
I kept your secret

because I thought I was dealing
with a harmless gold digger,

but when the gold digger
has gold diggers...

I think it's time to come clean.

You can't tell Blake.

He'll never look at me
the same way again.

Says here they want $300,000.

Let's hope
it's in bolivares.
It isn't.

Back in Caracas, my sister and I
stole from some bad people.

Exporters.

Fishermen, by chance?
That was just their cover.

We didn't know how
dangerous they were.

We needed the cash.

It was a medical emergency,

we had no
other choice.

Now these men have
followed me here.

Not hard, considering you're in
the headlines every other week.

I don't know
who else to turn to.

You manage the accounts.

You could access
those kind of funds.

Keeping your secret
is one thing.

Participating is another.

I'm sure
you'll find a way.

By hook or by crook.

STEVEN:
What do you want? Money?

I can call my father.

Please, we can work this out.

What the hell?
You did this?

You had me kidnapped
by our own security guys.

You are lucky it's me; next time
it is going to be Stansfield.

Are you completely insane?
You have been

going on and on about
Stansfield for weeks.

I have tried talking to you.
I have tried distracting you.

How else am I supposed
to get you to understand

how serious this is?

You have to stop
messing with him.
How can I?

He killed someone.
How can you be so unconcerned

that your puppet
took an innocent life?

I am very concerned
for your life, Steven.

You think he'd turn on us?
I don't know how far
he'll go, but I do know

what he's capable of, and I know
that he can get away with it.

We are not invincible.

Just rich.

If you care about this family,

you will leave this alone.

(crickets chirping)

What are you doing up here?

Well, you don't seem
to understand boundaries,

so why should I?

Why'd you go see Kori?

I was adulting.

I asked her if she wanted to
hang out at the tree lighting,

and she completely
stonewalled me.

I told you to give us space,
and you try to poach my date?

Wait, you're taking her
to the tree lighting?

But that's our thing.

I mean, we've always
gone together.

That's our spot.
Fallon, these boundaries
aren't just for Kori.

They're for me.

I can't do this
every day.

I think about you
when I shouldn't.

And I need to get
you out of my head.

Or we'll just fall right
back into what we had.

Would that be so wrong?

Yes.

It would.

I'm trying to move on.

(phone vibrates)

JEFF:
Hey. I just got a text

from my contact.
Apparently,

he got another inquiry about
those client gifts you're after.

From who?
That's what I'm waiting to hear.

I thought you
might know something.

I'll check in with you tomorrow.

Hey...

do you still want to go
to that tree lighting together?

(chuckles softly)

JEFF:
I looked into those cases.

Stansfield's a cop who's good
at making his own rules

and covering his tracks.

Do you remember Willy Miller?

The guy who
killed Blaisdel?

The truth is he was set up.

I'm sure that Stansfield
murdered Willy

and made it look like a suicide.

How do you know this?

Because Stansfield did it

to keep suspicion
off me and my dad.

Neither of us had anything to do
with Matthew's death.

Stansfield went rogue.

But that means we can use
Willy's murder to take him down.

But shining a
light on Willy

could blow back
on you and Blake.

I've never seen my father
the way he was last night.

He was scared.
Now that tells me

he's lost control of Stansfield.

What if Stansfield
scrubbed those records, too?

Then we'll have to get him
to incriminate himself somehow.

SAM:
I'm working

on behalf of Blake Carrington.

Exactly.
If you could rush it,

we'd really appreciate it.

Uh, money's no object.

No, happy holidays to you.

Thanks.
Hey, slow down.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Like hell.
I know that walk.

Have you spoken
to Iris recently?

Um, the day before yesterday.

I think. What's up?

Nothing. I was
sending her money every month

through a transfer service,
and they shut down.

So I just need
to find a new solution is all.

Or maybe it's time
to bring her here.

It's actually the worst time.

Why?

You know how bad
things are in Venezuela.

It doesn't matter how
much money you have.

There's no medicine,
there's no food.

I know things are complicated
between you two.

But if you really cared,

whatever money you're
planning on sending her,

you'd use it to get
her out of there.

(man speaking Spanish)

(hand slaps)
WOMAN: Aah!

ANDERS:
Did you make a decision?

Are the holiday
gifts all set?

I think it's just
gonna be the classic.

Scotch and cigars.

That's what your father
sent out every year,

and he built
quite an empire.

Well, he didn't have a daughter
working against him.

Or a son
working against himself.

And yet you're trying to
secure the Carrington legacy

with the aid a woman
of questionable history

and suspect moral character.

Cristal?
What do you mean?

Well, do you
really want to know?

Your opinion?

The staff's?

Everybody has something
to say about Cristal--

her affair, her sex tape.

But what no one's talking about
is just how far she's come.

No one handed her her fortune.

(chuckles)
No, she snatched it for herself.

Exactly.

You know my own father
didn't come to our wedding

because he didn't approve
of her pedigree?

I didn't choose her because
of where she came from,

just like she didn't
marry me for my baggage.

We're just trying to move on.

As for a baby,
don't worry.

We won't make you
change diapers.

(holiday bells ringing)

* Ding, dong, merrily on high

* In heav'n the bells
are ringing *

* Ding, dong, verily the sky

* Is riv'n with angel singing

I can't believe I've lived
in Atlanta all my life

and never done this.

Hey. Here's to new traditions.

Just so you know, I may
have to bow out early.

Long-standing plans.

Uh-huh.

So, where do you watch from?

I know the perfect spot.

What did I tell you?

Best view in town.

You're right.

Pretty girl,

drink in hand,

the city at our feet.

(woman giggles,
moans nearby)

Oh, my God,

are you kidding me?
(gasps)

What happened to
setting boundaries?

I didn't bring her up here.
She brought me.

And I'm supposed
to believe that?

Well, considering that
she works downstairs, yes.

What was I supposed to say?
Wait, what are you
telling me?

That you two used to do what we
were just doing up here?

Every year
before the tree lighting.

I've marked my territory
all over this roof.

Is that why
you brought him up here?

No.
W-Why do you care?

Uh, Kori,
it doesn't mean anything.

Your new bae's right.

It doesn't mean anything.

Clearly nothing is sacred.

I was wrong to come up here.

Monica told me to
close the door on you.

Fallon!

So I'm closing the door!

(doorknob rattles)

You can't punish the guy
for trying to move on.

You weren't even
interested in Culhane

when you had him wrapped
around your finger.

That's why I introduced
him to Kori.

Wait, you introduced them?

That night at the club.

So this is all your fault.

If you have to blame someone,
then yeah.

I was just trying
to push him away.

What do you have
against Culhane?

I'm talking about you, Fallon.

I like you.

But you're seeing someone.

Monica told me
you lied about the Bahamas

because you were
with someone.

Since being unavailable

seems to be the only thing
that gets your attention,

then yeah.
I was with someone.

And she was hot.

But she wasn't you.

CRISTAL:
Hi. I have a vendor

who's requested
advanced payment.

I'm sure accounting is swamped,

but how long would it take
to get $300,000?

In cash.

Oh. That is a while.

Uh, never mind.

I'll figure it out. Hey.

I was just about
to come get you.

We were supposed to leave
for the tree lighting

20 minutes ago.
City can wait.

Our progeny, on
the other hand...

(sighs) Actually...

I'm not really
feeling up to it.

Do you think
you could be pregnant?

No. That would be fast.

Yeah, fast, but
not impossible.

Either way, we should make sure
that you're all right.

Our family doctor's the best.

He brought both of my kids
into the world.

We'll have Anders
set up the details.

Let's talk about it later.

We're so late.

* Jingle bells, jingle bells

* Jingle all the way

* Oh, what fun it is to ride

* In a one-horse open sleigh

Excuse me.

Hey, have you seen Blake?

Excuse me.
Sure.

What the hell
are you doing here?

This area's
for business clients.
And I'm here

to deliver
C.A.'s Christmas presents.

Call me Sammy Claus.

I have already handled
the presents.

No, no, no, no.
You mean that...

old white dude care package

you and your dad have been
giving out for centuries?

I have something better
than scotch and cigars.

The Google Pixel.

Morell Corp.
was very interested,

so I poached their idea

on behalf of
Carrington Atlantic.

Not bad, Sammy.
(chuckles)

* Oh, what fun it is to ride

I procured the money.

For the fish.

You're gonna help me?

Oh, my God, Anders.

I could hug you right now.

Oh, that won't
be necessary.

Not ever.

But I will accompany you

to the drop-off, though.

It is my duty

to protect this family--

and those
that I can no longer pretend

aren't part of the family.

SAM:
These are amazing.

Just for you.

Handpicked by Santa.

Santa's going down.

What you got there, Sam?
Oh, it's, uh,

Carrington Atlantic's
client gift:

the new Google Pixel.

Something everyone wants.

Wow. Great idea.
I wish I'd thought of it.

I hope you're not too upset

I snatched them
out from under you.

But I doubt anyone will mind

you forgot to get them anything.

Don't beat yourself
up about it.

Oh, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Those are from me.

No, they're from Blake.

I had them add
a personalized note to each bag.

Did you?
Mm-hmm.

Well, read it.

(sighs)

"Wishing you
a Morell Christmas"?

This is not right.

I put in the order myself.

See, my contact called me

after you called them,

so I had them adjust the order.

Same "To," different "From."

But thank you
for handing them out for me.

Ho ho ho.

* Jingle all the way

* Oh, what fun it is to ride

* In a one-horse open sleigh.

BLAKE:
I hope you all

are having a
wonderful evening.

On behalf
of Carrington Atlantic,

it is an honor

to be hosting the lighting

of this city's
beautiful Christmas tree.

Of course,
none of this could happen

if it wasn't for Atlanta's
terrific city council.

I'd like to introduce
council members

Maya Anshiri,

District 6;

Sarah Belson,

District 2;
Isn't Kori
supposed to be up there?

Chris Pfeiffer, District 13;
She's not gonna
make it tonight.

and Kori Rucks, District 10.

What are you
getting ready to do?

I know you,
and I know you get off

on destruction,

but that girl
is not the problem here.

Councilwoman Kori Rucks?

I know. I am.

I'm not proud,

but I am ready to let him go.

Uh, so...

Kori couldn't be here tonight.

I know she really wanted to be,

but...

while I was visiting
Kori at work,

I heard that there was
an energy budget crisis,

and so all the public libraries

will be shutting down
for the holidays.

Wanting to help out my friend,

I convinced my dad to sponsor
the lighting of the libraries

not just for the
month of December,

but for the next five years.

So, on behalf of Kori

and the Carrington
Atlantic clients,

let's give him a big hand.

This is going to put
a serious dent

in company finances.

Being nice hurts, doesn't it?

All right, let's get
this tree lit, shall we?

Merry Christmas, ATL.

* O Christmas tree

* O Christmas tree

* You stand in verdant beauty

* O Christmas tree

* O Christmas tree

So, I could be wrong,

but there are two people
stuck up on the roof,

and those may or may not be
their clothes in the bushes.

So maybe you can help them out

if you're feeling
in the holiday spirit.
Hmm.

I know I am.

* Your candles shine
so brightly. *

Where's your father?

Actually, I'm the one
who called you here.

And what do you want?

To apologize.

I've restored the
Carrington Foundation funding

to your favorite charity.

I can't imagine you called
me all the way here

to say that I'm back
on the payroll.

I need to know that we're good.

My father reminded me

how much I've taken for granted

and how much we owe you.

Willy Miller, for example.

When I was
being investigated,

I knew I didn't do it,
but that doesn't always matter.

You delivered
the perfect suspect

and buried everything
along with Willy.

And then when Claudia
came out as the real killer,

you locked her in an institution

to protect the cover-up.

I don't know
anything about that.

But it does remind me
of another cover-up.

This particular case
had to do with, uh,

an oil rig worker
who died in the field.

Nothing too unusual,
except that the...

faulty rig
had just been inspected.

Signed off on by some...

inexperienced, unqualified kid.

What? When was this?

A few years back,
I think.

I mean,
surely you heard about it.

The guy fell
and snapped his neck

and died instantly.

Now, luckily
for Carrington Atlantic,

the idiotic inspector

was the boss's son.

Now, I guess you can guess
what happened next.

His daddy paid his best
field engineer, Blaisdel,

to bury the truth.

All so you could keep living
in your sanctimonious bubble.

I don't...

I don't believe you.

Why do you think your father

wanted Blaisdel's phone
from evidence?

Because he had proof
of what you did.

Your daddy was covering up

your mess.

Blake...

He didn't want me to tell you.

But I did warn him
there'd be ramifications.

What can I say?

Not my first rodeo.

I heard everything.

You okay?

Don't worry.

We'll find another way.

No, we won't.

Just delete that recording.

Come on, Kori.
I don't know what else to do.

Neither do I.

Your ex-booty call
just went psycho on us.

Building security saw me naked.

She did solve
your budget crisis.

Are you defending her

right now?

Why didn't you tell me
that was your spot, anyway?

Because it didn't matter.

I thought it was a good view.

I wasn't thinking.
Or you were thinking about her.

That's not...

I've apologized

a thousand times.
Apologies don't mean much

if you can't change
what you're sorry for.

I'm crazy about you, Michael.

But I am not crazy enough
to put up with your ex

or your feelings for her.

I'm done.

(train whistle blows)

Do you think that's necessary?

I like to be prepared.

I wasn't always a majordomo.

The price of your freedom.

(tires screeching)

(siren chirps)
Morning, Chief.

Mr. Colby.
What are you doing here?

STANSFIELD: Why do you think
your father wanted Blaisdel...

Just listening to the news.

Some cop talking about taking
bribes and mishandling evidence.

(chuckles)

Blake would be implicated, too.

He won't let that
recording go public.

And that's what I love
about my relationship

with the Carringtons:
mutually assured destruction.

Not a very healthy relationship.

I own a place in the Bahamas.

White sand,
turquoise waters.

It's a damn tropical paradise.

I'll give you the house,
and throw in $5 million.

Are you trying to
buy me over to your side?

Trying to buy your freedom.

Clearly, you've
forgotten the value of it,

or you wouldn't have taken
a gig as an errand boy

for some corrupt
and unremarkable white man.

Don't talk to me like that.

You don't know what it's like.

We can't all be
overnight billionaires.

Before I was rich,
I was just a kid...

who looked up to you.

I'd see you on the news,

taking down bad guys,
taking care of people.

My daddy couldn't
get it together,

but you showed me
it was possible to,

in a world where we have
to work twice as hard

to get half as far.

I'm giving you a chance
to get it together again.

So what's in it for you?

You leave Atlanta without
hurting anybody else.

Take an early retirement.

And name Bobbi Colby
as your replacement.

My cousin, a good cop.

Someone who
deserves the job.

Someone Blake can't get to.

FALLON:
You made the front page

with your charitable
move last night,

the donation
to the libraries.

You mean your charitable move?

And you didn't have
to do a thing.

It's true what they say,

the best things
in life are free.

Or some other such
misguided phrase designed

to placate those
who are not rich.

I've tried biting
my tongue lately,

letting you make your mark
with Morell Corp.

But the longer
you're around Jeff Colby,

the more I worry about you.

You never used to be so selfish.

Come on.

You can't skip breakfast.

I think I'll keep a safe
distance from you, thanks.

You've finally learned you can't
mess with Fallon Carrington.

You've got game,
I'll give you that.

If you want to be
on my level, though,

you have to put
your back into it.

I could teach you a few things.

(phone vibrates)

Dr. Hill.

Yes, I'm just following up
on that appointment

of Mrs. Carrington's.

Yeah, fertility counseling.

I'm glad that her records
transferred so promptly.

That's right.

What?

You're absolutely sure?

Thank you.

Sir,

we need to talk about your wife.

Anders, I've been
trying to find

a moment alone
to thank you

for your help.

I really didn't expect it.

Well, what can I say?

My judgment failed me.

You see, I had
your medical records

sent to the family doctor.

He just called.

About your IUD.

What did you tell Blake?

I've told you my position,
and I mean what I say:

I will protect the
secrets of your past.

But I won't lie if it
affects his future.

Anders, I'm sorry.

Blake's waiting for you.

You lied to me.

You and Anders accessed
my medical records.

That's a violation
of my trust.

You lied about being ready
to start a family.

Do you even want
to have kids?

I don't know if I'm ready.

What, because of your career?

You could have just told me.

Because I was pregnant once.

It was back in Venezuela.

I was living with my sister
at the time and her boyfriend.

After the strike,
he lost his job,

and the last thing he wanted

was another child
to take care of,

especially one that wasn't his.

I found him taking it out
on Iris.

(screaming)

So I tried to stop him.

(crying and grunting)

The baby didn't make it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Cristal.

I'm so sorry.

I love you,

no matter what
you've been through.

After the miscarriage,
I needed a doctor.

We didn't have any money.

Her boyfriend was working
with some shady people,

but they had cash.

You stole their money?

We didn't know
what else to do.

If I had any idea that they
would keep coming after me,

after all this time...
Whoa, what do you mean?
Are you in danger?

Not anymore.

Anders helped me
take care of it.

But please don't blame him.

Why didn't you come to me?

I didn't want to
risk losing you

over somebody that
I'm not anymore.

Blake, I want this
future with you.

I want to be the mother
of your children.

I just didn't think
that I would have kids

after that experience.

And I didn't feel
that I could tell you.

I thought that if I pulled
one thread from my past,

that it would all
start to unravel.

Emotionally, I mean.

I'm sorry.
(sniffs)

About everything you've
gone through; I had no idea.

(sighs)

Where's you sister now?

She's still in Venezuela.

She stayed on the run.

That's why I send her money.

That's why Sam had
the house robbed.

But now that I
settled the debt,

maybe it'll be over.

We should bring her here.

Oh, Blake, that's
very kind, but I...

No. I...

I'd like to meet her.

You're sisters.

After everything
you've been through,

both of you,
you should be together...

...for the holidays.

JEFF:
It's done.

Stansfield is on a private plane

to the Bahamas with his family,

and the recording is erased.

Nobody will ever know
what happened.

I know.

None of this changes the fact

that I'm responsible
for a man's death.

You know Dominic Ortega
was with C.A. for 15 years?

He had a wife, two kids.

JEFF:
You can't change the past.

All you can do is... do better.

And you are.

I'm not sure I am.

But thank you, Jeff.

Anytime.

TED:
Steven?

Ted. Hi.

I'm, uh, surprised
to hear from you.

I've been thinking about you...

* We are young

...a lot.

Me, too. Always.

I'd love to see you.

I'll be in New York
in three hours.

* We stand

* No promises

* No demands

You wanted to
see me, sir.
Yeah.

I'm sure Mrs. Carrington
told you everything.

I'm not.

* No one can tell us

I need you to find out all
you can about her sister,

Iris Machado.

And then let's bring her here
for Christmas,

so we can ask her ourselves.

* Both of us knowing

(door closes)

FALLON:
I thought you'd be here

burning the
midnight oil.

Have to if I'm gonna
keep up with you.

* Love is a battlefield

What do you need, Fallon?

Just to say I'm sorry.

I don't know why I brought
you up to that roof,

and I don't know why
I had to lie about it.

I do.

You were trying
to get over Culhane,

and it was harder
than you thought.

So you were using me.

So use me.

What?

You were with him

'cause it was easy for you,
convenient.

You don't have time
for a real relationship.

You're too busy
conquering the world.

Where else are you gonna find
someone with your same schedule?

I could fit you in.

If you could fit me.

I'm sorry.
You want to be my rebound?

(scoffs) Isn't that why
you're here so late?

And didn't you say

that we should keep this
strictly business?

We're at work,
aren't we?

* We are strong

* No one can tell us

* We're wrong

* Searching our hearts

* For so long

* Both of us knowing

* Love is a battlefield.

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