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Previously on Dynasty...

(Cristal speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)
(siren wailing)

I'll handle it.
I always do.

I'll get her
the money to relocate.

If anything happens to her,
it is your fault.

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

Iris Machado.

You were trying
to get over Culhane,

and it was harder
than you thought.

FALLON: Didn't you say
that we should keep this

strictly business?

We're at work, aren't we?

Ted, hi.

I'd love to see you.

Can be in New York
in three hours.

* Oh, the weather outside

* Is frightful

* But the fire
is so delightful *

* And since
we've no place to go *

* Let it snow, let it snow,
let it snow *

* Man, it doesn't show signs
of stopping *

* And I've brought me
some corn for popping *

* The lights are turned
way down low *

* Let it snow, let it snow

* When we finally kiss
good night *

* How I'll hate going out
in the storm *

* But if you really
hold me tight *

* All the way home,
I'll be warm *

* And the fire is slowly dying

* And, my dear,
we're still good-bying *

* But as long
as you love me so *

* Let it snow,
let it snow and... *

(plays loudly)

THOMAS:
Hey.

Liberace?

Grandpa?

Wipe your nose
and put on some pants.

I'm taking you home.

(groans)

(Fallon exhales)

So, did you read
our year-end report?

(laughs softly)

I should've learned by now.

Discussing dividends
is your version

of an after-sex cigarette.

At least you've
moved past

the "this is the last
time we do it" speech.

No, this really
is the last time.

I don't want people thinking
we're only in business together

because we share a bed.

You mean a couch.

Or that desk.

Or the sink.

The only time
we leave the office

is to do it on the balcony.

Well, had you read the report,
you'd understand why.

We're not profitable yet.

And this... isn't helping.

Isn't it?

My mom will be here any minute.

I can't believe I get to spend
the holidays with family.

What, so I'm not family?

I mean the two of you.

Aren't you excited
to see your sister?

Of course.

Look, I know it's been a long
time, but we're Machados, Tía.

Okay? We pick up
where we left off.

(quietly):
Like this.

(door opens)

Oh. I thought you were my mom.

If I'd raised you, you wouldn't
be wearing that shirt.

So...

The year-end report.

You know, we're a
first-year company.

We're expected to
end in the red.

When do I ever aim
for the expected?

(phone chimes, vibrates)

What's wrong?

Did Barneys run out
of turtlenecks again?

Monica. She's bailing on me
for Christmas.

Well, only fair after you
ditched her on Thanksgiving

for that mystery woman.

So...

who was she?

Name, age, weight?

Come on.

You know about my past,
why can't I know about yours?

There was never
another woman, Fallon.

I was visiting my dad in prison.

But I thought
you cut ties with him.

I'm trying to sew them
back together.

And, because of that, Monica's
giving me the cold shoulder.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

I hope she'll come around.

That's about as likely as you
getting us out of the red.

'Tis the season for miracles.

Mmm.

(scoffs)

So is your mom as
pretty as your aunt?

Gross.

What?

Intervention or surprise party?

Welcome wagon, actually.

Not for you.

Thank God. I was afraid I was
gonna have to act grateful.

My sister's on her way.

Oh, goody. Santa got
me what I wanted.

Another Cristal.

Fallon.

Best behavior.

(door opens)

Oh.
Are you kidding me?

I'm sorry to disappoint.

But I believe this
is who you're waiting for.

Feliz Navidad.

Mami.

Oh, mi hijo bello.

(chuckles)

(both sigh)

So, this is where you live, huh?

Oh, the ride up the driveway
was longer than my flight.

And who puts a pool
next to a lake?

This guy.

Hi.
Blake Carrington.

Thank you so much
for everything.

The invitation,
those little sandwiches

on your fancy plane.

Mami, this is, uh...

Fallon. I've heard about you.

I can only imagine.

Oh.

Must be nice having
your mom for Christmas.

Best gift anyone
can give is family.

Yes. Other than a trust fund
and personal space.

Okay, Google, how do I say
"space" in Spanish?

GOOGLE PIXEL: Espacio.
Okay, we got it.

If you'll follow me,
I've had Mrs. Gunnerson

arrange lunch for you.

Double helpings,
in case mother eats like son.

And you've hidden
the silverware?

All locked away.

Ho, ho, ho.

Dad?
Grandpa?

I come bearing gifts.

At least, I'm returning one.

It's the thought
that counts, right?

FALLON:
Steven.

(Thomas chuckles)

How was New York?

Any good meetings?

I'm sure Grandpa
will fill you in.

He's exhausted
from his little jaunt.

You know, harsh weather.

All that snow.

Am I in the right house?

If I'd have known
you were coming, I would've...

You would've hidden
the undocumented?

Thomas, so nice
to finally meet you.

Thank you.

Hey-- this is my wife, Cristal.

If you'd come to the wedding,
you would've met her.

I did come to your wedding.

The one that wasn't
for a green card.

Okay.

Let's get lunch started,
shall we?

How's my favorite grandchild?

Busy building an empire.

That's my girl.

Actually, my girl.
Well, she was your girl

until you let her go
and leave my company.

Actually, my company.

I'm glad you're
here, Grandpa.

Thank you.

We need to talk.

Oh, son of a bitch.

Is that cocaine?

Your boy was humping everyone
in New York City,

save the Statue
of Liberty,

but I bet if she wore pants...

What, you're spying
on my family now?

No, the tabloids are.

My contact reached out,
and I paid to have it killed.

I can't imagine
what another scandal would do

to Carrington Atlantic.

A company
that I handed you

because I thought
you were ready to lead it.

I have been running a tight ship
for a long time,

and you know it.

Yeah, what ship would that be?

The Titanic?

You have a new COO

who shared her naughty bits
in public,

you were in the middle
of a murder investigation,

and you lost my granddaughter
to Jeff Colby.

Now your son's

a drug-addicted liability.

(laughs)

I want you
to fire Steven immediately.

Oh, how is that gonna help?
Well, if he's going
to get caught,

he won't get caught as the head
of the Carrington Foundation.

I'm not firing my son.

I'll handle him in my own way,
like a father would.

Not that you would know
anything about that.

Well, I'm, I'm sorry, that you
thought that was a suggestion.

I want you to fire Steven,
and if you don't,

I'll contact the board
and have them fire you.

Dad, I'm sorry.
No one is more embarrassed

or concerned than I am.

It was a slip.

And I am ready to forget
all about New York

and just focus on work.

That's not what
I want you to do.

I don't want you
to forget what happened.

I want you to get
the help you need.

What, like rehab?

Fine.

Yes, I will go.

If that's what it'll take
for you to trust me again.

That's a start.

Why don't you join your
grandfather and me downstairs?

Uh, you're on your own there.

(phone dialing)

Frank, hi.

I'm expecting someone
at the west gate.

Can you ring me
when they get here?

(phone beeps)

(phone clatters)

(phone ringing, vibrating)

I take it you saw
my budget proposal.

This isn't a proposal,
it's a bloodbath.

I'm not laying off two-thirds
of my people before Christmas.

Oh, well, we can wait
until the 26th.

I'm serious, Fallon.

Well, so am I.

I'm only trimming the fat

because we have a balance sheet
to consider.

Scrooge would have done it.

I think you missed the point
of that story.

No company of mine will ever
put profits over people.

End of discussion.

Bah, humbug. But don't worry.

I'm working on another angle.

Damn, the Carringtons really
do keep you around the clock.

Yeah, well, the end-of-the-
year bonus is worth it.

Am I driving you
and Fallon today?

'Cause she didn't tell me
anything about that.

Well, that makes two of us.

She just said
she was taking me shopping.

Kori told me about your breakup.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Yeah, well, it's my fault.

I thought it was Fallon's.

Mm. No, I make my own choices.

Does Fallon know that?

(chuckles)

I'm driving myself today.

That way you won't be stuck
with us if I take too long.

You're too kind.

I can even get my own door.

Not sure where
his holiday spirit is.

It's not like he's lonely.

Are you?

I'm fine.

I'm evolving.

That's mature.

It's a pain in the ass.

I bet you're thinking,
"Could've been me," right?

(chuckles)

So, Iris, Cristal tells me
it's been 12 years

since you've
seen each other?

And six since
I've seen my boy.

I couldn't manage being away
from my kids that long.

You do what it takes.

Actually, Thomas,
I regret it.

I regret

every day that I wasn't
around to see my son

become this amazing,
beautiful, young man.

Oh, stop it.

But, like, don't.

(Sam and Cristal chuckle)

I won't make
that mistake again.

I want to stay in America.

What?
What?

Maybe I'll apply for a job
at Carrington Atlantic.

THOMAS: (chuckles)
Smart move.

I hear they're taking
anyone these days.

I'm hoping
you have some pull.

I could move here legally
on a work visa,

stop depending
on Cristal's money

and your kindness, Blake.

I like to work hard
for what I have.

I can type.

I'm good on the phone.

Anyway, it's just an idea.

Not that you've given
it a lot of thought.

Obviously.

Well, I'd have
to run it by the COO.

(lock buzzes)
I can't do it.

I can't believe
you lied to me.

Oh, yeah, I know.

No one should ever
lie about shopping.

I knew if you had

too much time to think
about it, you wouldn't come.

I'm barely here now.

Well, you have to stay.

I mean, I even called up
ahead to set up a visit.

Fallon.
When I saw Cristal

and her Sears
catalog family,

they just seemed so
happy to be reunited.

And I know that Jeff was
crushed when he heard

you were bailing on your
family for Christmas.

I can't believe
Jeff told you.

That wasn't his
decision to make.
Don't be mad at him.

I just know that when my
dad shut me out for a week,

I couldn't stand it.

I can't imagine losing
him for ten years.

That's right.
You can't imagine.

(crying): Mommy.
Shh.

GUARD:
Prisoner 2F529.

Ready for you.

CHILD (crying): No.

Look, this was your idea.

You go see the bastard
yourself. I'm out.

CHILD (crying):
No! No!

(knock on door)

Did anyone see
you come in?

Yeah, just that guy
Frank at the gate.

He's an old friend
and my drug hookup,

so his lips are sealed.

So, uh,
where are we going?

Oh, Betty Ford, allegedly,

but pick a place on Earth
and that's where we'll be.

My friend, Jeff, offered us his
plane so we won't have to deal

with airport security
or my father.

Paris for New Year's?

(lock buzzes)

(guard speaks indistinctly)

(lock buzzes)

Not every day some Buckhead
Betty rolls up in here.

You lonely, honey?

I'm sorry to disappoint,

but I'm not one
of those crazy nutjobs

who falls for guys
in prison.

Cute jacket.

So, you mind telling me what
this is all about then?

I'm a close friend
of Jeff and Monica's.

She was actually coming here
to visit you today.

Why?

Well, she is your daughter.

And she's not welcome here.

You know, people say I'm the one
that convinced Chelsea

and Ivanka to make up, so I'm
sure I can negotiate a treaty

between you and Monica.
I'm sorry, but who
the hell are you?

Well, I'm her friend.
Fallon Carrington.

You're Blake's daughter.

No. He's my father.

It's just I've known
Jeff and Monica since...
CECIL: Get out.

Get the hell out.
Let's go.

Get your ass out of here! Never
come back again, you hear me?

And stay away from my kids!

(speaks Spanish)
Wait, is that...

(Sam and Iris speaking Spanish)

Tía, you have to see this.

It's an album that my mom
brought from when you were kids.

I can't believe
you have all these.

CRISTAL:
Why would you do that?

Asking Blake for a job?

How could you?

I didn't ask him
for your job.

Because you
couldn't do my job

or any job.

As if you know
anything about me.

After you left,
you barely looked back.

You don't know what
I did for money.

I can certainly handle
a simple secretary job.

Secretarial.

Oh, my God, who cares?

Point is, if she got
work, she could stay.

No, she can't.
SAM: Why?

We just got her here.

She's been on the run for 12
years for money you both stole.

Look at the life you got.

I can't go back
to Venezuela.

I can't.

I just want to start over
like you did,

here, with my son.

Why is that so hard
for you to understand?

SAM: She doesn't
want your life.

She just wants us.

Have you handled
Steven yet?

Timing's crucial, son.

We can bury the news during
the holiday season

when the news
cycle slows down.

That won't be necessary.

He slipped,

he knows he's wrong,

and he assured me
he'll go to rehab.

I didn't raise you
to be a fool, Blake.

And you didn't
raise my son.

I know him.

I know how to get
through to him

and he understands
my concerns.

Believe it or not,

it'll work better
than your approach.

You'll see.
Really?

Nobody has to be fired.

Well, tell that to the Ken doll
sneaking out of the east wing.

Something wrong with
the front door?

It was you, wasn't it?

You dragged him with
you to New York.

Steven came to me.

Look, you know he doesn't do
anything he doesn't want...

This wouldn't have happened

if you hadn't come
back into his life.

What's it gonna be?

Will 50 grand
do it this time?

Ah, there's the Blake
Carrington I know.

Yeah, he doesn't get his way,
he throws money at the problem.

You know what? How about
that or this golf club?

You pick.

Mr. Carrington,

you know what the first step
of rehab is?

It's finally admitting
that you're powerless.

(laughs)

(sighs)

You told Fallon?

What are you
talking about?

Your little business partner
just took me on a field trip

to Atlanta North
State Correctional.

You know how messed up things
are between Dad and me.

You know I don't want that
out in the world.

I didn't tell the world

and I wasn't trying
to hurt you.

Fallon was asking me
about it.

She thought I was
with some girl, so...

Who cares?

Oh, my God, you're
sleeping with her?

So, I have bad news.

Looks like you already know it.

I'm sorry, okay?

I-I-I didn't mean to put you
in an awkward position.

By bringing me to see my dad
or by screwing my brother?

JEFF:
Monica, please.

It's not a big deal.

We agreed to keep it low-key

to avoid drama.

We agreed not to tell
anyone about Dad.

Guess low-key isn't
your strong suit.

I understand you're upset,
but I'm a grown-ass man, Monica.

I don't need you
vetting who I sleep with.

It's not like you
listen, anyway.

Luckily, she'll soon be back
with her boy toy driver,

now that he's single.

Culhane broke up with Kori?

MONICA: Obviously,
he didn't tell you.

Maybe 'cause he's learned
to avoid all her drama.

Why haven't we?

Homemade alfajores.

I figured the olive branch
could use an upgrade.

So, you made those... treats?

I thought Mrs. Gunnerson had
some sort of psychotic break.

Oh.

Healthy sum
for a peasant.

She's not a peasant.

And that's probably the last
of the money that I sent her.

American cash is king
in Venezuela.

This particular cash
has been marked by me

in case those fish-head
goons we paid off

come back and cause trouble.

But how would she have
gotten that money?

I don't under...

My own sister
tried to rob me.

Must be genetic.

Threats, extortion,
blackmail.

I can't believe Iris
would do this.

Between the two of you,

is there a commandment
you haven't broken?

The literal buck, as they say,
stops here.

We are taking this to Blake.

No. I'm going to
my sister first.

I just need time to
think things through.

Time just helps her.

If she really scammed us
for $300,000,

who's to say
she's finished?

I'm not letting her leave
with a dime.

But, please, Anders,

you have to let me handle
this myself this time.

Oh, I miss the old days

when all you had was
a dead ex-lover.

In my defense, I didn't know
your dad had a problem with her.

You kind of left out
that critical information.

If I'd have thought
you were gonna do that,

I'd have kept lying about
my imaginary girlfriend.

Was it so hard to believe

I'd want to do something nice
for you and Monica?

Well, and me, but mostly you.

I mean, after you told me
about your father,

I also started thinking
about prisons.

Those things are open 24/7,
365 days a year,

and they need power.

So I called to set a meeting

with the Atlanta
operations manager

who oversees where your dad is,
but he wouldn't take my call.

That's why you took
Monica with you?

To stage a run-in?

Well, I needed a visitor's badge
to get in.

I figured I would find
the operations manager

while she was with your dad.

You know, two birds,
one stone.

Fix your family
and fix our books

with a new deal.

But when Monica bailed,
I had to explain to your dad

what happened
and I missed the guy.

So, now my dad and my sister
are both pissed at me,

and we're still in the red.

Look, I will fix it, okay?

I promise.

That isn't for me, is it?

Not that you deserve it.

(inhales)
No.

No, you're right. I don't.

Don't open it
until Christmas.

Hello?
MAN (on phone):
You have a collect call

from Fulton County Jail.

Do you wish to accept
the charges?

Uh... uh, yeah, sure.

Ah, Steven, thank God.
It's Ted.

I'm in jail.

Why?
What the hell happened?

I got pulled over
as soon as I left your house.

Look, they said they found
drugs in my car,

and now they're trying
to charge me with possession.

How much were you carrying?

Nothing. Someone planted it.

Steven, this is my third strike.

I could get real time.

Look, you still know people,
don't you?

(ice clinks in glasses)
Even if I wanted to help,

I can't.

(pouring drink)

You pushed my contact
out of the force.

Hell, out of the country.

Ted Dinard can
rot in prison

for all I care.

You did this,
didn't you?

You called the cops.

Please, that's
beneath me, Steven.

All of a sudden there's
a line you won't cross?

All of a sudden,
I don't have somebody

to cross it for me.

The only person that could

get this done for me is
enjoying early retirement

in the Caribbean, thanks to you.

Good news...

you don't need to worry about
when you're gonna see Ted again.

I have a feeling he's gonna be
in Atlanta for a while.

Wow.

Someone's feeling
generous.

Where'd you get the money
to buy all the presents?

I saved up a little.

A little as in $300,000?

Why do you have the money

I gave the blackmailers
in your purse?

It was you.

I thought you'd come up
with a lazy excuse,

but you didn't even bother.

You told me

it was getting complicated
to send money every month.

So you forced me to
give it to you all at once

by pretending you're in danger?

It's the only way
I knew you cared.

12 years I've been
on my own.

I lost faith in people,
especially the ones

with enough money
to buy a new name,

a new life, a new family.

Were you ever in danger?

I ran from those men
for seven years.

And the other five?

You took advantage
of our past

and made me think
we were at risk

after all that I've
done for you.

After all you did?

You were living the
good life in America

while I was struggling
in Venezuela.

I thought you would never
miss a few extra dollars,

and guess what...
I was right.

You have no idea how hard
I worked for that money.

The hours I stayed up
late at night worrying

that Alejandro's bosses
were after you.

I want you out of here.

On a flight out of Atlanta,
out of our lives.

You think you can
just push me out?

This is my house.
No, this is Blake's house.

And I know you didn't
really tell him everything,

or Sam wouldn't be here.

If I tell your husband
what really happened,

who do you think will be
on a flight out of Atlanta?

Don't test me, Celia,

or I promise you,
I will tell him everything.

* Holidays *
* It's that time of year

* Holidays *
* To pull your baby near

* Holidays *
* And show how much
you love... *

Heard about your tiff
with Steven.

Anders' loyalties
really do shift

whenever you're home.

Don't know how you got
that boy arrested,

but I'm proud of you
for solving that problem.

I didn't fire Steven.

Oh, you did one better.
Firing him would have

just been a Band-Aid.

You cut out the boil
by the root.

Unexpected and efficient.

You keep your job
for now.

* Every time you're near me
(sighs)

What do you mean
they can't release him

until after the holidays?

I know it's Christmas, but
if you're on a retainer, then...

I'll pay overtime--
just make sure my friend is out.

* So sincere

* It's that time of year

* When we sing
and spread good cheer *

* And the greatest gift
of all... *

What's up with you?

I know it's dead wrong,

but I wish I could
call Stansfield.

I know, there really are
no good deeds.

Hear, hear.

THOMAS:
The tree's got bigger balls

than you do.
BLAKE: Thank you, Dad.

No, serious.

I don't know why
I let the ghosts

of Christmas past
and present get to me.

Well, maybe we can perform
an exorcism before midnight.

OK Google,

where can I find
a priest?

GOOGLE PIXEL:
Here are the top
search results...

How useful.

Yeah. If only
it could play CDs.

Getting nostalgic for
your high school mixes?

No. Jeff gave it to me.

Oh, that's personal,
for a co-worker.

I gave you mixes.
Don't be weird, Steven.

I haven't had a CD player
in years.

Maybe you could ask Culhane.

Well, you two
better brighten up

if you want Santa
to bring you diamonds

and not lumps of coal.

Our family reunions are a
little more siesta than fiesta.

Well, this is the first
Christmas I've had

with my whole family
in 12 years,

so stop sucking
all the fun out of it.

By all means, don't cry
for me, Argentina.

We're Venezuelan.

Just take the win.

Don't let our
attitudes ruin things.

Enjoy your family.
Someone should.

(music turns off)

THOMAS:
All right, everyone,

gather 'round.

There are a few things
that I insist on

during the holiday season,

and this is one of them.

Steven, Fallon, if you would
do me the honor...

We'll start with
one of Grandpa's favorites.

And get it over with.

*

* Good King Wenceslas looked out
on the feast of Stephen *

BOTH: * When the snow
lay round about *

* Deep and crisp and even

* Brightly shone
the moon that night *

* Though the frost
was cruel... *

(door creaking)

(bell jingles)

* Deep and crisp and even

* Brightly shone the moon
that night *

* Though the frost was cruel

* When a poor man
came in sight... *

They really put the white
in "White Christmas."

Sam, shh.
Remind me to make other
plans for New Year's.

(laughs)
(salsa music playing)

(laughing):
Wha... what?

What are you doing?

It's supposed to be a party.

(laughing):
Oh, my God.

*

Whatever racist commentary
is running through your mind,

just keep it to yourself.

I'm not a racist.

I-I was just going to say that
homosexual really can dance.

ANDERS:
Perhaps you should remind

your nephew that he should
act like a gentleman.

This party is supposed to honor
the family, not embarrass them.

Maybe they need to be
embarrassed more often.

*

Well, I guess you've got
to admire their passion.

You know what I admire,

the fact that your little
start-up-that-could

might break even first year.

That's impressive.
Well, we'll see.

Either way, it's just the
beginning for Morell Corp.

I'd bet on it.

You would've been a star
at Carrington Atlantic

if your dad could've kept his
head out of Selena's skirt.

*

(music stops)

What's the matter?

You don't like the competition?

I think you've already caused
enough of a scene.

IRIS:
Me? You started it.

Okay, well, now I'm ending it.

You just think
that you can

control everything,
don't you?

Especially now that you're
just part of this family

and you have all this money,
you just think you can

push me out and take my son.

I didn't take Sam.

He chose to come here.

And after everything
you have done to me,

I can't imagine
what kind of mother

you were to him after I left.

I was a good mother.

Bad mothers always say that.

(shrieking)

Aah!
(grunting)

Oh!

Happy birthday, Jesus.

I never did anything but try
to make your life better!

Is that what you told yourself
when you abandoned us?

When you got in that
truck in Caracas?

I had no choice.
I needed a doctor.

It's not my fault
you never showed up.

Why didn't you?

Because you wanted me to leave.

You blamed me
for what happened that night.

That's why you think
I owe you still.

What are you guys talking about?

Go ahead, Cristal,

why don't you tell him?

Why don't you
tell everyone?

I can't take it anymore, Iris.

Lo siento.

Yo lo hice.

* It is the night

Iris, no.

Iris, no.

(speaks Spanish)

(Alejandro shouts in Spanish)

(all shouting in Spanish)

* In sin and error pining

No!

* Till He appeared

* And the soul
(screams)

* Felt its worth

Samuel...

I killed your father.

* The weary world

* Rejoices.

("The First Noel" playing)

(vacuum cleaner whirring)

SAM:
You're looking for my mom?

Because she left
without saying good-bye.

I'm looking for you, Sam.

I am so sorry.

About your dad, about it all.

You have to know
that I never wanted you

to find out in this way.

And how were you hoping
I'd find out?

There is not a day that goes by

that I don't wish that I could
change what happened,

or how I handled it.
But your dad

was a violent man.

I was protecting your mom
and you.

But all these years you let me
think he abandoned me.

I grew up feeling
completely worthless,

thinking, "Why should anyone
care about me if my dad didn't?"

I care about you, Sam.

And you're not worthless.

You have to know that.

Well, I-I'm glad
you saved my mom that night.

But you robbed me

of the truth about my life
every single day after that.

I know that saying sorry
won't make up for tonight...

Tonight? What about
the last five months?

I know you don't trust me right
now, but please let me explain.

What, just like you did about
your relationship with Matthew?

Or that your real name is Celia?

Or that you stole hundreds
of thousands of dollars?

I know that I have said this
before, but this is it.

This is everything, I promise.

And I'm willing to do
whatever it takes to show you

that this is
the whole me,

that I love you
with my whole heart.

And that is the whole truth.

Can you believe me?

Yes, I believe you.

I believe that
you are willing

to do whatever it takes
to put your past behind you.

I just don't know that I am.

What does that mean?

(birds chirping)

STEVEN:
You're up early.

(moans)

Well, it's hard
to rest for Santa

when you have a murderous
stepmom sleeping down the hall.

What's your excuse?

I got you something.

(chuckles)

Enjoy memory lane.

What are you two
reminiscing about?

You know, back in the old days,
we used to hire the help

to make the beds,
not sleep in them.

That's enough.
I know you think

I'm just an old, white,
closed-minded tight-ass.

Go on.

But I was young once.

And a lot like you in some ways.

I had my own
lost weekend.

Quite a few of them
if I'm being honest.

And your great-grandfather
snapped me out of it,

just like I did to you.

What?
But that's what this
family is, right?

We love life, we get drunk, and
we do cocaine with Stevie Nicks.

But we're not kids
anymore, Steven.

And your father didn't
get rid of your friend

just so you could go down
that destructive path again.

You couldn't have
kept that to yourself?

That was a rotten thing to say.

Sometimes rotten things
have to be said.

And done, Carrington style.

Now, I let your
father keep his job.

But if you think I'm gonna
let him disobey me

without any consequences,

you're not
the smart businesswoman

I always thought you were.

It's called evolving, Grandpa.

You should try it.

Sooner the better.

Well, there's another Christmas
without a good-bye.

Everyone deals with their
families in their own way.

Some choose to leave them
during the holidays,

others after a murder.

You chose
to bring Iris here

so you'd find out
more about Cristal.

I hate to say you got
what you wished for, but...

At least I get
my chess partner back.

Hmm.

I bet you miss winning.

I only let your father win
so he feels good about himself.

You, on the other hand,
like the challenge.

You did have Ted arrested.

Grandpa just told me.

Good luck with that.

Fool me once, right?

No, I fooled your grandfather.

Steven, I had nothing to do
with Ted's arrest.

Uh, not to say
that I minded it.

Why do you keep
defending the guy anyway?

He's nothing but quicksand.

All he's ever done
is drag you down.

Ted didn't drag me down.

I dragged him.

You know, you need to stop
blaming other people

for what I do.

I'm trying to protect you.

Been trying my whole life.

You really think that helps me?

Blaming other people
for my mistakes?

Ted's in jail.

That's where I should be.

You didn't have drugs
in your car.

Stop being a martyr.

I'm talking
about Dominic Ortega.

Stansfield told me
before he left town.

I messed up on that rig.

Ortega died, and you made
Matthew cover it up.

It would have ruined you, son.

Well...

now it's ruined us.

Hey.

Thank you for coming.

If you just wanted
to apologize again,

you could've done that
on the phone.

Well, then I couldn't
have given you this.

The Colby Kids Fund?

It's a nonprofit endowment that
provides transportation vouchers

for children to visit
their incarcerated parents.

So this is just another tax
break to get your books right.

No. I decided that Morell Corp.
will end its year in the red.

Some things are more important
than finances.

Few things.

But you were always
there for me.

Especially when my mom left.

I just, I wish you could've
let me be there for you.

Your mom traipsing off
to England is not the same thing

as my dad getting arrested
for drugs.

I was so embarrassed by
the cliché he turned me into.

A scholarship kid
with a dad in prison.

I never even went
to go visit him.

And he was so hurt by it
that he never forgave me.

I mean,
I was just a kid.

But he said,
"We all reap what we sow."

(sniffles)
But I mean, hey,

at least my friends didn't
see me as less than.

Or as their own personal
charity case.

But, Monica,
I've never seen you that way.

Fallon,
I'm not just here

to make you feel good
about yourself.

Jeff can do that.

And if you really cared
about our friendship,

you'd stop using him
to replace Culhane.

But I'm not.

I mean, Jeff did literally
tell me I could use him...

Well, then,
that's on you, Fallon.

But we all reap what we sow.

JEFF:
Hey, Bobbi?

Oh, sorry, Chief of Police.
(chuckles)

I'll never get used
to calling you that.

Can't believe how far
my cousin's come up.

Yeah, I just wanted to thank you

for helping me
with that Ted Dinard thing.

I owe you.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

He's ready for you.

What the hell
was that all about?

I didn't know she would...

Fallon Carrington?

I shouldn't have told her,
all right?

I had no idea
she would come and visit.

And here I was thinking you were
the smart one in the family.

It's not what
it looks like, Dad.

No, it's not.

You're in one hell of a mess.

And it's my fault.

What, you... think I'm here
on drug charges?

You think I'm that much
of a stereotype?

Mm-hmm, yeah, sure
looks like one.

But try being
a black man in Georgia

with no legal representation,

forced to appear
in front of a judge

and explain how a brick of blow
got into the trunk of my car.

A judge
whose country club membership

is paid for by the Carringtons.

Mm.

Yeah, they
wanted me gone.

Quietly.

So it wouldn't come out that
I was trying to kill the man

that was screwing your mother.

Blake Carrington.

Think I don't know that?

Wish it hadn't
taken so long

for you to tell me yourself,
but I figured it out.

Why do you think I'm getting
so close to his family?

Hmm?

* Just like a star
across my sky *

* Just like an angel

* Off the page

* You have appeared...

MICHAEL:
Monica?

Can I come in?

* Feel like I'll never
be the same *

* Just like a song
in my heart... *

You think you know a person.

And then...

This is the
crappiest mix

anyone has ever made me.

I didn't choose the songs.

Some teacher/DJ did
at the Penley winter dance.

Oh, my God.

2007. The night you stood me up.

We all make mistakes.

Well, at least this is one
we can fix.

But I can't do this anymore.

I don't want
to use you anymore.

(sighs)

I want this to be real.

* You

* We do it all the time

* Blowing out my mind

* Just like a star
across my sky *

(moaning)

* Just like an angel...

What are you doing?

Making my own choices.

How about you?

* Feel like I'll never
be the same *

* Just like a song in my heart

* Just like oil on my hands.

Diego Calastana.

I am sorry
to keep you waiting.

Blake Carrington.

What a pleasure it is
to meet you.

Been looking forward to this
for quite some time.