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But now I realize
it's more than that.

I want to invest my money

in our company.

But I want to use it
to buy you out.

And if you're not
okay with that,

then you can buy me out.

I need to see this
through. On my own.

Feels good walking away
from all this.

From now on, I want
to make my own way.

Well, the real world
can be pretty unforgiving.

You don't realize
how hard it'll be on your own.

Maybe it's time
for me to move out.

There's no need
to make it on your own.

That's what family's for.

SAM: That's why I'm moving in
with Steven.

Rise and shine, handsome.

Mm, let's sleep in.

It's a perk of owning
the company: we can do that.

I would love to,
but we have breakfast in bed.

And you know how
punctual Anders is.

Good morning, sir.
He's worse than an alarm clock.

Some might say better.

No "snooze" button.

You're so cute, with
your real newspaper.

ANDERS:
God forbid someone choose

real journalism
over a Twitter feed.

Bob Channing is a friend
and still publishes

a hell of a paper,

which is why I invited him
to cover

the fundraiser tomorrow night
for Senator Daniels.

The guest list
is packed

with brownnosers and sycophants.

At $10,000 a plate,
the senator should be delighted.

Considering we're
expecting 200 people.

It's a healthy contribution,

but the senator's
always been good to C.A.

Supporting his campaign
is the least I could do.

The best part of
casino night is you playing

Pussy Galore to my 007.

Ooh.

(chuckles softly)

Oh.

What's wrong?

I'm just not a...

sweets for breakfast
kind of guy.

Who are you, then?

Someone you need to get
to know better, I guess.

Culhane,
the Aston's blocking my c...

Oh.

Good morning.

Right. The silent treatment.

Well, at least
you're consistent.

You didn't check on me
after I was kidnapped

by Bonnie and Clydito.

Or comment on my bangs.

Were those your idea,
or your fivehead's?

(sighs)
My version of PTSD

is me realizing I need
to work on my relationships.

So let me be the grownup here.

I'm sorry, okay?

Everything good here?

Not really.
Come on, Monica.

We're O.G. We've been friends
for over a decade.

And I have the scars
to prove it.

Look, I broke up with Jeff.

Isn't that
what you wanted?

Now we can go back
to the way we were.

Being frenemies, you mean?
No.

Being the power couple
of besties.

My dad is having a casino
party tomorrow night.

It'll be fun.

Like old times.

Come on. Please. I miss you.

You miss one-sided friendships
where you can download

all of your crap and not have
to show any empathy.

Aren't you sweet?

Fallon.

No, don't worry.
I'll move the car myself.

Uh, excuse me, Miss.

Security's asked me to remove
you from the building

for impersonating the COO.

Rick Morales? Oh...

Just in time to save me
from my budget reports.

Wow. This is a pretty
sweet upgrade

from your PR associate days.
Yeah.

We wouldn't have had to sneak
into the break room for privacy.

I actually have windows now.

Well, thank God.

Your dungeon cubicle used to
reek of Ming's Chinese takeout

from all those late nights.

Looks like the hard work's
paid off.

Yeah. Now I have people
bring me sushi.

Take a seat.

So how's my favorite
cub reporter?

Oh, well, I think you mean,
your favorite,

uh, senior reporter now.

I always knew you'd be on the
fast-track to editor in chief.

Look, um, Cristal,

I didn't come here
just to say hi.

I'm writing a major exposé
on Senator Daniels.

Really?
We're hosting a fundraiser

for him tomorrow night.

I know. I was assigned
to cover the senatorial race,

and heard rumors that when
Daniels was a judge years ago,

he took bribes.

Now I have dozens of sources.

All on the record.

Thank you for telling me.

I'll talk to Blake
about cancelling.

Thing is that one of the people
that Daniels took bribes from

was Blake.

He could go to
prison for that.

No.

Blake would never bribe a judge.

My sources are really
solid, Crystal.

You might not know your husband
as well as you think.

What was that?

What?

Were you just checking out
my ass, you sicko?

Excuse me?
Oh, wow. Unbelievable.

You're collecting material
for your spank bank

before even finishing
your morning coffee.

I was just gonna ask you how you
enjoyed your bacon this morning.

Look, the fantasy
where you're smart and funny

and appealing to women
only exists on your laptop.

Uh, I only wanted to...

Don't you dare touch me.
(stammers)

I would never have sex
with you, you pasty-faced,

porn-addicted perv.

I'm not sure how to translate
that into douchebag,

but suffice it to say,
I know self-defense,

and I will shove my Louboutins
so far up your ass...

Lady, there's a piece of bacon
stuck to the back of your pants.

I will take the stairs.

(elevator bell dings)

Everything okay?

I've been trying
to get ahold of you.

Couldn't even reach
your assistant.

I fired Tammy last week.

The woman wore prairie skirts.

I need to find a replacement.

Especially if you're gonna
keep avoiding me.

That takes
some special scheduling.

I'm giving you
your space,

but I'm also
not going anywhere.

Well, that's sweet,
and thank you

for not melting into
a pool of your own emotions,

making this even more awkward,

but we're still
broken up.

And we need to discuss
the buyout of Morell Corp,

who's walking away with what.

You haven't even responded
to my offer yet.

I got eight companies and two
lawyers. They'll get to it.

But right now, we need to work
out our lease with Tim Myers.

He'll be here soon.

He owns the property

where 33% of our turbines
are situated.

If Tim doesn't agree
to renew the lease,

he could shut us down.
We'd have to pay

to relocate those turbines--

I'm talking millions,
just...

Stop worrying.

You know I can charm the pants
off of anyone.

(chuckles softly)

Tim, welcome.
Great to see you.

I'd like you to meet my
partner, Fallon Carrington.

*

JEFF: Most of our properties,
we own the land,

but for our leases,
we have a set percentage

we pay per turbine.
Since we're looking to expand

our operation on your land,
we can offer ten mil a month.

FALLON: And because we're
confident in our business model,

we're open to signing
a five-year lease.

Think we got a deal?

Not quite.

Well, our lawyers can finesse
the fine print.

Don't bother, unless you can
double your offer.

JEFF: Uh, where is
this coming from?

Our offer's more than generous.

You're not gonna find
a better rate.

And we can't set that precedent,
nor can we afford to.

Course not.

You spent that money
on your Louboutins.

Tim.

Can we talk a moment?

I feel like we might've
gotten off on the wrong foot.

No, I'm, uh,
late for my next appointment.

Call me if you're
still interested.

We need to talk.

Can it wait? I have a...
I heard from a reporter

that Senator Daniels took bribes
from people when he was a judge.

And you were
one of those people.

Who's the reporter?

That's your first question?

It's a personal friend,

and I'm not betraying
that trust.

Stop deflecting.

Bribing a judge is a felony.

It was a long time ago.

Doesn't make it
less of a felony.

What do you want me to say,
Cristal? Yes, it happened.

But I had no other choice.

Let me guess.
It got Carrington Atlantic

out of a couple of jams?

Or better yet...
It was for Fallon and Steven.

When Alexis left, she wanted
full custody of my children.

Now, God knows I had
enough dirt on her

to keep that from happening.

But I also knew that if
I revealed that in court,

it would devastate
Fallon and Steven.

If I didn't
play my hand,

and I-I was forced
to share custody,

I knew that she would
take my children

and leave the country
the first chance she got.

I couldn't let
that happen.

So I turned to Daniels,

and he made sure that Alexis
was deemed a flight risk,

ruled the case in my favor.

I just let

Steven and Fallon think
that she had abandoned them.

Blake, I didn't realize...

It was only once, and I did
what was best for my children.

Yes, but why still support a man
who uses other people's money

to control the justice system?

That's not who he is anymore.

He's a good man.

And I owe him a lot.

And I don't have to tell you,

if this story
ever sees the light of day,

Steven and Fallon
will never forgive me.

I understand.

I'll make sure
the story doesn't run.

STEVEN:
Perfect.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Third job interview
on the books.

Meanwhile, I've sent
my résumé everywhere,

and have yet to
get one response.

Lunch is here, boys.

Thought I'd stop by for a visit,

but didn't want to risk being
fed ramen or hot dogs,

so I B-Y-O-L'ed it.

Ah... Bless you.

FALLON:
I miss you so much.

How could you?

This is your tenth visit.

In ten days.

Well, whose fault is that?

Look, you've had your
fun with your little

Craigslist-decorated co-op,
now can you please come home?

Sorry. Bigger picture
at stake.

Ugh, you and your ethics.

Well, can you at
least promise me

you'll come to the casino night

fundraiser tomorrow?

You know I'm not a gambler.

Well, Kevin Rathbun's doing
the food.

We're going.
Why can't my life
be as simple as his?

All his problems are solved
with a packed lunch.

Meanwhile, Jeff doesn't want
to let me go,

Monica doesn't want
to be my friend,

and I have a huge business deal
that's complet...
Fallon.

I love you, but I can't serve
as your therapist again.

But I just brought you lunch.

That glass of Dom costs
more than my shrink.

Hmm. Maybe that's the job
I should be applying for.

Not your shrink.

Eh, you couldn't pay me enough.

I have job interviews
to prepare for.

If you don't mind.

CRISTAL:
Thanks for coming.

I fixed you a drink.

Feels like I should
sit down for this.

(exhales)

Off the record,
you were right.

Blake admitted
to the bribe,

but it was for
a good reason.

I'm sure most of them thought
they were committing crimes

for a good reason.

Blake's not one
of them, Rick.

He needed to get
custody of his kids.

Yeah, but there's
a better way to do that.

It's called the
justice system.

I wouldn't be asking you this
if I didn't have to,

but I need you
to scrap the story.

Daniels is as crooked
as they come.

I mean, this-this kind
of piece could end him.

There will be other stories.

Yeah, but this is why
I got into journalism--

to expose jerks like this,
to expose the truth.

You used to care
about that, too.

(scoffs) I...

I'm sorry.

I'm not gonna compromise
my integrity or-or my career

for... for this.

You're right.

I shouldn't be asking you

to kill the story.

I should be asking your boss,
Bob Channing.

He's a friend
of the family,

and I could have him
end your career

just as fast as I started it.

It's not just your husband
who's one of them.

It's you, too.

I need a favor, Moni.
A big one.

I'm listening.

Make up with Fallon.

Convince her to give me
another chance.

Seriously?

Does this girl have some kind
of hypnotic yoni or something?

Monica, it's...
No. I'm done with her.

And you should be, too.

Sorry, but I'm not helping you
fix a relationship

that never should have
existed in the first place.

Glad we had this talk.

I don't want a relationship
with Fallon.

I need one.

If you reconcile, you can
push her back toward me.

I need that help if
I'm gonna marry her.

Now you want to marry the bitch?

Have you lost your mind?

It's the only way
I'll have influence

over her C.A. shares.

My first step in taking
the company away from Blake.

The Carringtons
are the reason

Dad's in prison, Monica.

Blake framed him with
those drug charges.

Had him locked up
this whole time.

Why in the hell would Blake
want to frame Dad?

Blake was having
an affair with Mom,

and wanted Dad out
of the picture.

That family's the reason

we grew up
without a father.

Why Mom nearly took
her own life.

And why I'm finally gonna
make them pay for all of it.

This is insane.

How long have you known
about this?

And why wouldn't you
tell me?
I couldn't tell you.

I'll admit she's
as flawed as they come,

but making her pay
for her father's mistakes?

That just means that
you and Blake are cut

from the same cloth.

I am nothing like
Blake Carrington.

No. If you go through
with this,

you might be worse.

I like to think of my assistant
as a friend that I can scream at

without ever having
to apologize.

I like to think of my assistant
as an automatic "like"

to all my Insta posts.

I like to think
of my assistant

as a smartphone

with a built-in
medical marijuana card.

What's the hottest club
in Buckhead on Wednesday nights?

It says here you're fluent
in German, Korean and Swahili.

Ja. Ye. Ndiyo.

Well, I hope you're fluent
in the most important language:

Fallon Carrington.

What's your biggest weakness?

Not taking enough breaks.
How do you feel about
prairie skirts?

Oh, I love prairie ski...
Next!

What diet would be better for
me, paleo or macrobiotic?

With the right chef,
I think that we...

Wrong. Your only concern should
be getting my order right,

body-shamer.
Get out!

I'm guessing she's
not the winner?

Turns out you can't spell
"assistant" without an "ass".

What's up?

You figure out how to
make things right with Myers?

We still can't afford
the extra ten million a month

he wants for that lease.

Well, I can't just call the man
and apologize over the phone.

These things must be
handled in person.

Good. So, when you
meeting with him?

Tonight, at Daddy's
casino party.

After some light cyber stalking,

I got his G7's flight log.

He's in Vegas
every other weekend,

so I invited him--
it's perfect.

I'll get him tipsy
at the craps table,

and he'll be more receptive
to my charm.

Okay if I just
drop in like this?

I know Fallon does it
all the time,

but she's kind of
your landlord,

so I didn't know if
the same rules apply.

Always happy to see you.

Mm, I think this might be
my favorite piece of clothing

that you own.
Mm.

I do have matching pants.

Want to see?
Mm-hmm.

What's wrong?
(sighs)

I'm sorry, Michael.

I thought I came here
for this, but...

Maybe you just
need a friend.

I get it.

It must be hard for you
and Fallon to not be talking.

I mean, she's been your girl
for a long time.

I don't know
what to do...

or who to trust.

I don't want you
to be late for work.

Let's hang out tonight.
Netflix and chill?

Eh, I can't tonight.

Oh, I didn't mean
to assume that...

Oh, no, no, no,
I want to.

Trust me.
I just got to go

to that Carrington
casino thing.

Blake knows I play poker
all the time.

He likes me to be there to
loosen up the tighter players.

Right.

It's cool.
I get it.

I do, however,
have a plus-one.

The only reason
I didn't tell you earlier

is 'cause I knew
Fallon was gonna be there.

And I don't want to get
in between y'all's thing

any more than I already am.

Thank you.
I think I might.

*

What do you think?

Does this say
nouveau poor to you?

It says there's nothing
straight in this room.

That's a little low
on the right.

So, let's hear it.
How did the interview go?

I got it. Yeah.
What?

They offered me director
of their philanthropic arm.

Could be a really
steady gig.

I'm more than qualified,
and I earned it myself.

Okay, so I only heard

"qualified" and
"steady" in there.

You were born into royalty,

with a trust fund to match,

and you blow
the whole thing off

to reinvent yourself
for steady?

This is your reinvention?

What else am I
supposed to do?

If I dream too big,
you dream too small.

All I'm saying is,
if you're gonna

go all through all this
trouble to be poor,

the least you can do
is be passionate

about what the hell
it is you want to be

when you grow up.

Can't all be dreamers
like you, Sam.

Why not?
Because it's not
realistic.

What I need right now
is stability,

and this job is...
very stable.

Sure. Do me a favor.

Lie to yourself, not to me.

Cristal Carrington
for Mr. Channing.

No, uh, no message.

He's attending an event
at my house tonight.

I'll speak to him then.
Thank you.

Cristal, darling.

I want you to meet
Senator Daniels...

And his lovely
wife, Melissa.

Well, how do they say
in Mexico?

Muy bonita.
Very good.

They also say that
in Venezuela,

where I'm actually from.

(laughs nervously)
Well done, Carrington.

Paul wants to go over his
speech with me for tonight.

Are you two okay?

Perfect.
Always perfect.

Please, come in.
Thank you.

Can I make you one?

Ha. My husband is
also my boss,

and he might not approve
of his COO day-drinking.

(laughs) Well, you two
are just so adorable.

I remember when I used to care
what Paul thought of me.

That's what's so nice
about the honeymoon period

that you
and Blake are in.

Well, we've definitely had
our ups and downs,

but I'm making sure the
honeymoon keeps on going.

You seem very smart, Cristal.
Hmm.

I'm gonna give you
some advice.

Being married to someone
as powerful as Blake

can wipe out your identity.

It is up to you
to be true to yourself.

Well, with all due
respect, you and I

are very different
that way.
(sighs)

Blake married me for who I am.

Oh, of course.

It's just... I didn't
notice it at first, either.

I just started making
small compromises

and looking the other way
to support my husband.

The next thing you know,
I was in too deep.

But what's integrity when
you can have this bracelet?

(chuckles)

It cost more than
the home I grew up in.

Well, I'm never gonna
be anything like that.

Well, you probably won't
feel that way

after my husband's
speech tonight.

Why is that?
Nobody knows this,

but Paul is taking a new
anti-immigration stance.

Build the wall,
SB 1070 kind of stuff.

Surely, for someone like you,
that's a hard pill to swallow

just to support your husband.

Hmm.

* Oh, nani, nani, oh

* Oh, nani, nani,
oh, nani, nani, oh *

* Who's your daddy?

* What's his name?

* How much money
does the old man make? *

* I like your lipstick...

Gorgeous. And on
time, as usual.

Before I forget, you killed
your friend's story, right?

Don't worry,
I'm handling it.

What I'm not handling
is the fact

that we're supporting someone

who would have
had me deported at the border.

You heard about the speech.

It's meant to
fire up the base,

not be turned
into policy.

Sometimes you have to
compromise your values

for the greater good.

And what's greater
than your values?

Well...

try to put your personal
views aside for the night.

The senator and
his wife are here.

We'll need to greet them.

I'll let you handle that honor.

You're good enough at
compromising for the both of us.

* Nani, oh

* Oh, nani, nani,
oh, nani, nani, oh *

* Oh, nani, nani, oh,
nani, nani, oh... *

BLAKE:
Senator...

Melissa.

You certainly know
how to make an entrance.

Oh, Blake, thanks again
for doing this.
Of course.

You look radiant.

Well, thank you.
So, where's Cristal?

Did you lock her in the wine
cellar with the other wife?

That was one time.

* Same old road

* Seen the devil
with a mouth full of gold *

* Mouth full of gold

* A mouth full of gold

* Seen the devil
with a mouth full of gold. *

And, Jeff, this is Bob Channing.

Uncle Bob publishes
Atlanta Digest

and a string
of other publications.

Jeff, pleasure
to meet you.

Pleasure to meet you
as well.

Congrats.
Thank you.

BLAKE:
Steven.

I understand congratulations
are in order.

Your new job.

The Global Housing Works.
When do you start?

Wait, how did you...?

I explicitly asked you
not to get involved this time.

And I didn't.

Greg Anderson and I go way back
from our days at Yale.

He called me the second
you walked out of his office.

Of course he did.

It's not my fault
if Greg loves the idea

of a Carrington on the masthead.

And it's not
yours either.

Take it as a win.

* Oh, nani, nani

* Oh, nani, nani, oh...

Looks like your dad's
more excited

about this job than you are.

What does that tell you?

* Oh, nani, nani, oh

* Nani, nani, oh

(cheering)
* Blow my whistle
with my marching band *

* I done sold my soul
for a hundred grand. *

Thank you, sir.

It's nice to have
a genuine high roller

show up for amateur hour.

Well, I never turn down
a chance to roll the dice.

Well, that's good.

'Cause I'm hoping you'll roll
them one more time with us.

I wanted to apologize

for my outburst
at the elevator.

I treated you like
a grade A perv,

and, needless to say,
it was uncalled for.

I'm truly sorry.

DANIELS: I didn't give
it a second thought.

Neither should you.

So should we just send over
our original contract?

Yeah, you can send it,
but I'm still not gonna sign it.

Look, I-I didn't hike
the price because of Fallon.

I hiked it because I got another
offer for twice that much.

(dice rattling)
That's money I can't turn down.

MAN:
A one away!

These dice are cold.

(crowd cheering)

If I didn't know better,

I'd say you were
thinking again, Crissie.

I've got a few decisions
to make.

Well, try not to hurt yourself.

I thought we were past that,
Fallon. (clicks tongue)

Guess some children
never truly mature.

Just because you
technically saved my life

doesn't mean we've had
some sort of breakthrough,

and I'm gonna start
calling you Mommy. (sighs)

You looking for someone?

You seem a little
anxious yourself.

Well, let's just say
I have a dilemma of my own.

You know, sometimes it helps

to run your problems
by someone else.

Well, that is true.

If only there were someone
I respected enough

to do that with.

I'm surprised to see you here.

I could say the same.

It's just funny considering
your past with Blake

and your present
with Fallon.

She mentioned that she
broke things off with you.

Yeah, but we're still
in business together.

I guess she still has
some respect for me.

Okay, boys, that's enough.
Let's go play at another table.

No, that's okay.

I was just leaving.

Don't forget to return
that suit by noon.

Those late fees will put a hurt
in your pockets.

MELISSA: Such a lovely
party, Cristal.

To second wives
everywhere.

(laughs)

I hope you and the senator
are enjoying yourselves.

Mm. Yes, especially Paul.
He's over there getting frisky

with one of his regulars.

You know, he bought that tramp
a condo in Brookhaven last year.

I guess the hotel bills
were just too much.

I'm really sorry, Melissa.

You deserve so much better.
Oh, well.

The marriage
died years ago.

But the one thing I really miss
are the trips to Bora Bora,

courtesy of Blake Carrington.

That family villa there
is just exquisite.

I mean, he takes the tramp now.
That bitch always has a tan.

Courtesy of Blake?
Yes, of course.

I mean, paying for trips
is a lot less conspicuous

than writing out checks
with "bribe" in the memo.

Blake said it
only happened once.

You really are adorable.

No, their little quid pro bro
has been going on for years.

Why do you think you're
hosting this fundraiser?

Because sometimes the villa
just isn't enough.

(chuckles)
Yeah, you were right.

Cash separates the kids
from the grown-ups.

It definitely gets
the blood pumping

a lot more than playing
for raffle tickets, doesn't it?

Sure.

When you're winning,
but since I'm down ten stacks,

feels more like getting fed
to the sharks.

Do you feel sorry for me?

(laughter, cheering in distance)

I'll tell you what,

how about we make things
more interesting?

Well, it depends
on what we're wagering.

Well, you still want that lease
for ten million a month, right?

Well, you've piqued
my interest.

And if I lose, what do you get?

I get you.

You said you
like to gamble.
With money.

I knew you were a perv; I
should've put my money on that.

Well, what can I say?
You got a great ass.

That bacon was just
a lucky cover.

Yeah, well,
your luck's running out.

That mean we have a bet?
That's a hard no.

What are you doing here?
You said you weren't gonna come.

You're not seriously considering
pimping yourself out

to this lech, are you?
Excuse me?

Look, Ben Turner and his brother

will be here any minute.

Ditch this loser
and come hang out with us.

(roulette wheel spinning)

What, all of a sudden,
you care about my well-being?

You didn't give a crap
about me yesterday.

I'm not gonna let you
play yourself like this, Fallon.

Lucky for me, I don't need
your permission.

You're on.

SAM:
Come on.

It's casino night. We didn't
come here to sit shiva.

Let's play.

I don't really know how.

I've actually
never gambled before.

You're joking, right?

No-no cards,
no craps, no nothing?

No.

Okay, that changes
right now.

I don't exactly have cash
to burn at the moment.

Well, good thing I...
swiped these

from the drunk guy
with the bad toupee.

That narrows it down.

(laughs)
All right, come on.

One game won't kill you.

Pick a color.

Put it all on red.
Okay.

Roja.
Yeah.

*

Roja! Vamos!

Ah.

See, what did I tell you?
So what?

Doesn't mean it
wasn't worth playing.

That excitement you felt
while the wheel was spinning,

that's life screaming,
"Everything's possible."

And just because it stops,
doesn't mean it's over.

It just means you stand up,

spin again.

Pretty sure that's the same
voice gambling addicts hear.

All I know is if
you bet on yourself,

you can never lose.

(roulette wheel spinning)

All right, come on, guys.

Hard to entertain guests
sequestered in here, isn't it?

(door closes)

I was just...

Reading my e-mails?

Trying to prove you weren't
involving Carrington Atlantic

in anything illegal.

But you're too smart
to leave a digital trail.

Luckily, I can read
between the lines.

You lied about bribing Daniels
only once. Why?

Carrington Atlantic
is constantly being hit

with lawsuits that have to be
handled quickly and quietly.

I have to take gambles in order
for this business to thrive.

That does not
absolve you, Blake.

How could you do that?

How could you
lie to my face?

And now your secrets could
bring down this company

and our family.

My secrets? And what
about your secrets?

I mean, where do I start?

With the sex tape with Matthew,

or your crazy sister,
or your real name.

I stood by you no matter what
your past brought on this house.

I had hoped that you
would do the same.

(slot machines chiming)

Ah, Cristal.
Hi, Bob.

I, um, hear you've
been looking for me.

So, what was it
you wanted to ask me?

How do I know you won't renege
on the deal if I win?

You don't.
Yet another reason not to do it.

Who is she again?
Former friend, current foe.

But she has a point.

I'm gonna need your offer
in writing. Pen?

What, do you expect me
to call my lawyer?
No.

No need.

I was prelaw for a semester
at Wharton.

You know, I don't know why
you're so worried.

Even if you lose,
you still win.

Best night of your life,
I promise.

My beloved mother
used to tell me,

"Never make promises
you can't keep."

It's rude and impolite.

You expect me to throw in my
box seats for the Falcons, too?

Oh, come on, Tim.

Don't tell me you're
all hat and no cattle.

I think it's still a fair bet.

Let's play some poker.

DANIELS:
Steven.

(laughs):
How are you, son?

I've been looking
for you all night.

Senator.

I'll take another
Scotch, neat.

Oh, no, he's not
a waiter, he's family.

This is Cristal's
nephew, Sam.

Oh.

And even if I could vote,

it wouldn't be for you.

That's why I need your
support now more than ever.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
our politics don't line up.

Listen, Steve, siding
with those bleeding hearts

is sentencing yourself to
a lifetime on a losing team.

Look, they still
haven't figured out

that people want
results nowadays.

You can't take power
by playing nice.

You got to be ruthless
and grab it.

Your way doesn't work.

Is that what you
really believe?

This is all just a game?

(laughing):
Well...

if you really think that life
isn't us versus them, then...

you and your generation
don't stand a chance.

Well...

Save your scare tactics.

I'm done making bets
in a burning house.

Is this your idea
of negotiating?

Just trust me.

I'm about to win us our
land lease at a fair price.

You're gambling
with our company?

Not exactly.
What...?

Just...

I'll show you mine
if you show me yours.

How about we up the stakes
even further?

You want to raise me?

How about instead
of ten million,

you give us the land lease
for one dollar a month.

TIM: You want me
to put $240 million

on one hand of poker?

How will you match it?

You wanted a night with me.

How about a weekend in Vegas?

All the bacon you can eat.

(exhales)

I guess we both
lose tonight, honey.

You can have the lease
for ten mil.

Out of curiosity,

what did you have?

More balls than you, Tim.

That's why I'll always win.

Hey.

Thanks for bailing me out
back there.

Glad my signal worked.
It's funny.

I haven't thought about
Ben Turner since graduation.

And who is Ben Turner?

Homecoming king
our freshman year.

He and his twin brother
shared the title.

First and only time
that happened.

So, when Monica dropped his
name, I knew Tim had two kings.

That was the only reason
I took the bet.

Thought I could beat him.

Guess it pays to have
so much history with one person.

I'm gonna go get
another drink.

You're lucky, you know.

That creep could've drawn
something to beat you.

And I thought you were gonna
fold once I tipped you off.

You must've had one
hell of a hand.

I had nothing, but I knew I
could bluff my way through it.

Like any successful
negotiation,

all I had to do was make him
believe that I could beat him,

even if I didn't
stand a chance.

Plus, with the legalese

I put in our contract,
he'd win a night in my bed,

but it doesn't mean
I'd have to be in it.

I'm glad you had
a change of heart.

Well, I thought a lot
about your apology.

I know those don't
come easy for you,

so it meant a lot.

You deserve better.
Well,

I've made some bad
decisions of my own.

But I've known you for so long,
it's like you're my sister.

Well, that would mean me
sleeping with Jeff was incest.

Why do you have to ruin
every genuine moment?

Well, 'cause
I'm emotionally scarred.

Obviously.

Yet you can't help
but love me.

* I know what you've got

* I know what
you've got... *

Thanks for that, Moni.

That wasn't for you.

That was.

*

Good morning,
Mrs. Carrington.

Can I pour you
a cup of tea?

Yes. Thank you, Anders.

Rather chilly
in here this morning.

Perhaps I should
light the fire.

What's this?

Some breaking news I
thought you'd want to see.

Thank you.

"Senator Daniels, involved in a
string of extramarital affairs,

"ends his re-election campaign

to spend more time
with his family."

No need to light
a fire, Anders.

It looks like my wife
has that handled.

Would you give us
a moment, please?

Look, Cristal, I asked...

You asked me to stand by you
the way you stood by me

and that's exactly
what I did.

I protected you
from the scandal,

but I also had to protect
my integrity,

and that meant ending Daniels'
campaign one way or another.

I'm sorry that you felt that
I wasn't being supportive.

I will always be
there for you.

I just want that you
to be the best version

of Blake Carrington
that you can be.

Yeah, I know that you think
I'm set in my ways, but...

I agree with you.

Smart move.

Feeding your source
one story for another.

And I shouldn't expect
anything less.

No, you shouldn't.

(knock on door)

Oh.

Don't worry.
I'm not here to therapize.

I'm just dropping this off.

Gonna have to start
locking the doors.

Oh, yeah.
Someone might want to steal

your particleboard shelving.

Now that I'm on

the other side of my
post-kidnapping stress,

I just wanted to thank you
for lending an ear.

I brought you a homemade
lunch this time.
Aw.

Huh, funny, looks like leftovers
from last night's party.

Well, by "homemade," I mean

I curated an assortment
of fine foods at home

and a maid provided
the basket.

Just say thank you.
I don't care who made it,

just as long as it
makes it to my mouth.

I mean, considering I'm
still without an assistant,

these kind acts
aren't easy for me.

Wait, you need
an assistant?
No.

As your first step-cousin...
Gross.

...I may not have
a fancy business degree

from one of your private,
rich people schools,

but I know a bit
about supply and demand.

Yes, we keep supplying you
with room, board, and bubbly

and you keep demanding.

You demand assistance from
someone who speaks your language

and I can provide just that.

For instance, you,
uh, skillfully paired

the Beluga caviar with French
champagne, but you also packed

metal flatware.

Now, if I was your assistant,
I would've made sure

to include
mother-of-pearl spoons

so as to not ruin the caviar
with metal taste.

He does make a good point.

Okay, Mr. Mother-of-Pearl.

Answer me one question.

Taylor or Katy?

Easy. Fallon.

Real bosses don't
insert themselves

into fights that
don't involve them.

You're hired.

What just happened?

(laughs):
I just got a job.

FALLON:
Oh, speaking of jobs,

Daddy said you just took one
for Greg Anderson's company?

Well, actually, I changed
my mind about everything.

We're going home?
You're coming home?

No.

After listening to Daniels

spin his web of discrimination
and arrogance,

I got to thinking.

I'm done fighting a system
that's just gonna

protect the one percent, anyway.

I'm ready to change it.

It's time to bet on myself.

I'm running for office.

What's all this?

Oh, well, I was told that people
bring food to you now, so...

consider it a thank-you.

Looks delicious.

But you shouldn't
be thanking me.

I kept you from running
a really great piece.

No, you gave me
a far more salacious story

filled with sex, betrayal.

But Channing loved it and
online views are soaring, so...

Of course they are.

People love a
personal scandal

way more than
a political one.

End of the day,
the story stopped

Daniels' election campaign
in its tracks, so...

that's all that
really mattered to me.

Would've been nice to put
him in prison, though. Hmm.

I just, I couldn't...

Destroy your family.

I get it.

And I'm sorry
I didn't get it sooner.

Thank you for
understanding.

And I applaud your
stellar reporting.

(chuckles)
No, really, I'm not the only
one that's come a long way.

I'm so proud of you.

(both chuckle)

I'm, uh, I'm gonna get going.

(clears throat)
You're not gonna stay for lunch?

No, you know, I got,
uh, stories to crack,

bad guys to
catch, you know.

The citizens of Atlanta
are counting on you.

Stellar reporter, huh?

Guess I'll have to
keep an eye on...

Carrington Atlantic.

Meditating on
another takeover?

Or maybe just envisioning the
ousting of a dictator this time.

Come to take
another crack at me?

What the hell was that, Monica?
We're family.

Family doesn't keep
secrets from each other.

Well, I thought
you'd understand

what I was trying
to accomplish.

This whole time
that Dad was in jail,

I was convinced that he had
turned his back on me.

I hated him for it.

When Culhane invited me
to the Carringtons' fundraiser,

I couldn't help but think
about what you said,

how they are the reason that
we were raised without a father;

how all these years, they've
taken us under their wing,

pretending to be
our friends,

giving us scholarships,
inviting us to parties.

And now you want to make them
pay for what they've done?

Well, so do I.

What?

After that slap, I thought...

Culhane was watching
your every move,

including how you
congratulated me

about Fallon.

So I had to sell
a different story.

(exhales)
Damn, Monica.

Thank you.

Don't thank me yet.

We're just getting started.

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