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Previously on Dynasty:

We have news to celebrate. Last night, I asked Cristal to marry me.

-And she said yes. Where are you, Hank?

I don't know who this Claudia is, or why I have her baby.

But you need to come get it now.

I'm folding.

-Done. -You're not going anywhere.

I'll let go of the club and your blackmail if you do one last thing.

I need you to pick something up.

Oh, my God.

Sam found a baby in the manger.

I have a favor to ask. Could you pop by Alexis' trailer and check her size for me?

What the hell?

-Manuel.

-I babysit a lot.

I want to get married as soon as we can.

-So I'm never scared of losing you again. -I don't ever wanna lose you either.

The fairy-tale bride is a walking dream.

The epitome of happily ever after.

Feels a little too damsel-in-distress-y for me.

Unless she's wearing mesh and lace garters under there.

Is she?

No, she's not?

Next.

The glam-rock bride dazzles, never fades.

A bright star with a lust for life.

Okay. No, no. I love the fur.

But the glitter is way too Tonya Harding. Next.

What is all of this?

Hey, there you are.

I've had our planner put together some human Pinterest boards.

-So we can visualize our big day. -That's a little over-the-top.

Do we need an extravagant wedding?

Well, it's a celebration of us, and how much we'll spend to celebrate us.

Don't worry, I can afford it.

These are not items you typically find in someone's trailer, Alexis.

You had something to do with Little Blake's arrival.

You caught me, Sam.

It was Hank who left the baby at my doorstep.

He was here?

You're telling me that my precious baby is that murdering pyro's child?

Hank apparently knocked up this woman, who was an unfit mother and--

That's a gene pool that should be contained.

No offense, I know he's your grandson.

You have to understand.

And your father was a murderer.

But Blake?

He'll never look at L.B. the same.

-Fine, I'll keep it between us.

Not a word. Not a word to Blake or Cristal or--

Or Child Protective Services?

-I couldn't.

I couldn't risk them tracing the baby to Hank,

putting the spotlight on the family.

Please, you have to keep pretending they're on their way.

Whatever it takes to keep Little Blake happy and safe.

And with me.

The whole antebellum theme is giving me Get Out vibes.

Ooh.

No. No.

No, no, no.

Since you're in the process of planning your wedding, I'd like to give the toast

after your brother. We should skip your mother altogether.

Also, in the spirit of new beginnings,

-you should make Cristal a bridesmaid.

I've been working on my guest list, and I have whittled my "must invites" down

to 350.

Everyone, this is Manuel.

The new manny.

That can't be real. -Make sure he's at the adult table.

And I'd appreciate it if you could ban guests from wearing leopard print.

-That's kind of my aesthetic. -No, no, no, to everyone.

Your job will be to simply show up and shut up. In that order.

Yeah.

-Mine is completely reasonable. Fallon is right.

It's her special day, and we should do whatever she wants.

Thank you, New Cristal.

Okay, everybody out, except for Culhane.

We need to find our iconic venue.

-Hi, you. -Aww.

Look, he's smiling for Grandma.

You'll meet Mrs. Gunnerson. She'll help you with anything.

Sam.

Did you manage to get Alexis' sweater size from her trailer?

Yes, I'm sorry.

I forgot. All the tags were size zero.

Zero? -Zero.

Ah.

Seems weird to me. Is that all you found?

I think she sews on fake tags.

But you know many celebrities do that.

Anything else you need? No.

Thank you. You've been

really helpful. This is cute.

What did you do to Sam?

They should tie a bell around your furry little neck.

He said nothing about finding the baby Jesus in your RV.

I can tell he's lying.

Maybe I should tell Blake.

Without proof? He'll think you're an insecure lunatic

that's got it out for his stunning ex-wife.

We're still engaged. Even after you told him everything I did.

You know, Blake's pantalones might tighten at the thought of you now.

But in time, they're gonna deflate.

And since you're not gonna be here long. Don't bother sucking up

-to my daughter.

I saw the way you smooch her ass.

And if there's one thing I will never allow,

-it's for you to get close to my children. -Oh, I get it.

Your kids are all you have left.

You've lost your husband, your friends, your place in society.

You're practically a leper.

Enjoy the caviar.

I can always get you more.

The Hildebrand just remodeled. They have a rotating restaurant.

That's nice, if I wanna get married on a merry-go-round. Ugh.

-Tacky. Ugly. Wait.

Is that the Swan House?

Built in 1928, it's one of Atlanta's most historic estates.

Aww. Grandma Carrington got married there. It's so beautiful.

You were close to her, weren't you? That would be special.

-To get married where she did. -Special and deeply personal.

It's the only option.

Unfortunately, there's another wedding booked that evening.

Would you consider moving the date?

Oh. Absolutely not.

We already sent out Save the Dates. It would cause speculation.

What with my recent divorce--

Well, divorces, and the accelerated engagement,

no. Who booked it?

Mimi Rose Prescott.

Mimi Rose

She's a Southern socialite who's been married, what

-I can convince her to skip this one.

No.

But I know someone who does.

Not to interrupt your paint by numbers, the deceased series.

I want the Swan House for my wedding venue.

Guess who has it booked for their wedding on the same day?

Not me. I swear.

Mimi Rose Prescott.

I recall her being part of your

cabal of blond, big-haired head cases that you used to slither with.

Hmm. know Mimi.

Well, yay.

You can set up a face-off. We convince her she doesn't need to get married there.

Do you remember, a couple hours ago, you said you did not want family involvement?

Because it surely seems like you're asking me for help.

I'm not gonna beg you.

Hmm. I should get back to my painting.

Please, Mother, I need your help.

Well, that's not great, but it will do.

Look at us, joining forces. The two of us riding into battle together.

Relax. We're meeting with a woman, not overthrowing the Lannisters.

It's ungentlemanly of you to keep me waiting.

-I was busy.

It's the talk of the town.

Aren't you glad I rescued you from sleep

I'm only doing this job because you promised me the blackmail on Fallon.

And the video of Jeff's poker game.

I'm not letting a disaster like the one at the club happen again.

The disaster you caused?

Surely you're a man who takes responsibility for his actions?

Have years of being Fallon's errand boy worn your ass down?

My ass is doing just fine, thank you very much.

I like you, Michael.

That's why I wanna help you.

You need to pick up a shipment of antiques for me. Then you're done.

A shipment of antiques? That doesn't sound shady at all.

Everything's taken care of.

The only thing you need to do is drive.

As long as that's all I'm doing, then we're good.

You deliver for me.

And I deliver for you, your freedom.

It's been so long, Alexis. I remember Fallon as just a sweet little thing.

-Oh, no, must've been a different Fallon.

-No. The yacht in Majorca.

We pushed old Savannah Gates overboard.

Oh, my God, she would have drowned if her implants hadn't kept her afloat.

I would have called on you sooner, but I have been overwhelmed with my charities.

I remember those lovely galas.

I almost invited you to the last one.

Then I thought it might be awkward for you to be out in society,

being between homes and single.

Oh, I've been preoccupied, renovating my loft and--

Well, planning Fallon's wedding.

I'm getting married, too.

-Oh, look at that. -It's gonna be at the Swan House.

That old place?

Oh, dear.

What's wrong?

Well, you've always been so avant-garde.

That old house is well-trafficked like a drive-through wedding chapel these days.

Yes, and over-filmed. In The Hunger Games it was a mass-murdering dictator's home.

Yeah, I just see you somewhere more lavish, unexpected.

-Yes, I can get you an unbelievable deal.

Bless your hearts.

You two are more transparent than Savannah's implants.

I did not get to my perch in Atlanta society without my spies.

I know you want the Swan House.

Well, I'll cut right to the chase.

What will it take to get you to switch venues?

Sweet little Fallon.

What is it, your third wedding?

Isn't it all an old hat by now?

Says the woman on her sixth.

You can play hardball all you want. But just know you will lose.

I'm Fallon Carrington.

I run this town.

I make the rules, and I always win.

Sometimes gracefully.

Your daughter is quite an adversary.

A real instinct for the jugular.

You should have warned me.

She's a modern woman.

She knows what she wants and how to get it.

Well, finish your tiny sandwiches, Mimi.

This bitch has moves to make.

Well, soon I'll be enjoying the wedding of the decade, in a venue of a lifetime.

I've missed your feistiness, old friend. Sit back down.

We have so much to discuss.

Ms. Jennings, sorry for the intrusion.

But now that you're Blake's fiancée, we should get to know each other.

So that I can tailor the manor to your wants and needs.

I'm not really a fussy person.

Well, just standard protocol.

Where are you from originally?

And how is that related to the manor?

Oh, just so Mrs. Gunnerson can prepare meals from your home region.

Hmm. I'm happy with her menus now.

And what about your family? So that we can add them to the house contacts.

-Uh-huh. We don't need to do that. You can put down the names of some of my coworkers from the PT clinic.

Well, speaking of employment history, where did you work prior?

In case you have any special interests. We can provide items and activities.

Hmm. The only thing I need right now is getting this TV on the mirror to work.

So I can watch Club Azteca play their match in the league.

Of course.

-Gracias.

I understand that the President of the Historical Society is a busy man.

I need you to tell him that Fallon Carrington, a busy woman,

has an urgent offer to present.

I heard a rumor that you had tea with Alexis. You'll make up with the devil,

-I limit myself to one good deed a day.

Look, I'm just asking you to include her in your plans. For me.

I will consider it, if you agree to shorten your wedding speech.

Oh. My speech is five minutes. I'm willing to trim it down to four minutes.

-Hmm. -Two minutes.

Okay, let's jump ahead to no minutes.

No Blake time gets you Fallon-and-Cristal time.

Please stop crying. Daddy's trying to reach other Daddy.

This is Steven Carrington. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Voicemail again? Steven, you're killing me.

-Yeah. Let me try something.

Not that I don't appreciate the view, but why are you stripping?

May I?

-Yeah. -I'm here. I'm here.

So, skin-on-skin contact is the closest a baby can come to being back in the womb.

It relaxes them.

Come here, little guy.

-You really have a way with him. -Honestly, this little guy's easy.

Yeah.

Manuel, I've been looking for you.

Would you mind taking a look at my tattoo?

-Yeah, sure.

Looking good, huh? It's perfect.

Okay, well, I should probably take care of this little guy here.

Don't be a stranger.

Look, stamped tramp.

Manuel is here to take care of the baby, not the fire in your skirt.

Okay, well, ever since Steven left, you've been sex-starved and cranky.

I think you're the one that needs to go have a long, cold shower.

Wonderful news. I am this close to breaking Mimi.

So, you don't have to do a thing.

Mama's got you.

Actually, I have been trading calls with the President of the Historical Society.

He owns the Swan House. Once I make him an offer, he won't be able to resist.

Wait a minute.

You're gonna buy the estate?

Once I own it, I can do whatever I want with it.

Including ousting that monogram-loving, Lilly Pulitzer-wearing dye-job.

But I'm so close. Why don't you let your mother do this one thing for you, Fallon?

After all I've missed, I--

Well, it would just mean the world to me if you'd let me

play a small part in the most important day of your life.

Fine. You haven't ruined anything yet.

Since you're taking care of the second most important part,

why don't you come help me with the first?

Wedding

You know, I am thrilled to be sharing this mother-daughter bonding moment.

I don't know if I ever told you, but when I was getting married, I--

Well, my mother was the most militant bitch about my bridal gown.

You won't be militant, will you? -Fallon.

Thank you for inviting me.

What in the hell is she doing here?

I had to strike a little deal with Dad.

You know how difficult family can be.

How awful that Blake would impose her upon us.

Well, you don't have to stay if you don't want to.

I wouldn't dream of missing the greatest decision of my daughter's life.

Well, I'm not sure I would say that, but okay.

The ground rules are as follows:

Your opinion is not as important as mine. I look amazing in wedding gowns.

And if you take any photos, I get approvals.

Now, help me say yes to a dress.

And let's go hard on the bubbles.

You look like an absolutely divine toilet brush.

2001: A Slut Odyssey.

Big Bird, dipped in bleach.

Still seeing toilet brush under a mosquito net.

-Hmm. That is gorgeous.

Just not on you.

Then maybe, I don't know. Maybe I'm not dressable. Can't think of anything worse.

Fallon.

You're stunning. Don't worry about it.

Sometimes you have to try on, like, 50 different gowns to find the right one.

Personally, I love this one.

If you love it so much, why don't you wear it?

Wedding bells are ringing for you, too. How dare she hijack your moment?

I'm the mother of the bride. If she can try on dresses,

I should be allowed to as well.

These are wedding gowns, they're white.

It's trendy for the bridal party to wear the same color as the bride.

Look at Pippa Middleton.

-Ooh. I should invite her. Excuse me, ma'am.

Oh, Mom, you should wear that.

A live telegram for Alexis Carrington.

Hmm. I love these.

I'll pay you $1 million not to sing.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The historic Peachtree Preservation Society welcomes

Ms. Alexis Morell Carrington as member.

And hereby nominate her to the Committee of the Annual Peachtree Jubilee.

Signed, Mimi Rose Prescott. President.

Mimi Rose Prescott?

-Well, this is a surprise.

Mimi must know that I'm back in the Carrington fold

and about to make a splash reentering the social scene.

Clearly, she's trying to cull my favor.

Is it clear?

Well, I'm flattered, of course.

But that does not mean that I'll waver from my quest to get you your dream venue.

-Hmm. -I am always and forever Team Fallon.

Now, I need a dress.

Hey, little baby.

What's wrong? Hey.

My wedding album was finally delivered.

It's silly, but I was hoping I'd look it over for the first time with my husband.

Oh, come on, that's not silly, it's sweet.

We haven't been able to chat. He's in South America.

Doing good for the world, or whatever.

But I just wanted to hear his voice.

You wanna hear if he misses you as much as you miss him.

And now everything's happening without him.

The album, the baby.

Just passing through the Steven-shaped hole in my life.

I know what that emptiness feels like, Sam.

My baby brother passed away when I was just a kid.

It's been over 20 years,

but I miss him every day.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Okay, enough sad stuff. Mopey isn't really a good look for me.

At least you got this little guy. Babies make everything better.

I just hope he turns out to be a daddy's boy.

-So we can be disgustingly inseparable.

Hey. Baby.

So, what's Ada's deal?

Only thing I know about is she had ties with Max Van Kirk.

She helped Van Kirk Industries with imports, exports, that sort of thing.

Until she went to Max and asked for a bigger piece of the pie.

He said no. So, she went out on her own, took the whole damn pie.

-Ballsy. -Stupid.

The Van Kirks might look all Park Avenue on the outside,

but on the inside, they're absolute savages.

See, Max, he couldn't stand being hustled, so he got someone to try to take Ada out.

When everything went sideways,

her 6-year-old daughter got caught in the crossfire and died.

Yeah, I know, it blows.

But I wouldn't feel too sorry for her, because she was

evil long before that ever went down.

Here you go, officer.

The paperwork's incomplete. I need to inspect the contents of your vehicle.

That paper's supposed to let us through. We've done this a million times.

U.S. Customs has the authority to conduct random inspections.

So, I'm gonna need you to step out of your vehicle,

open up the back of your truck.

Maybe we should call Ada to straighten out whatever she needs for these antiques.

Too late for that.

Those things aren't exactly obtained legally.

They look too close, we're gonna wind up in jail, unless Ada gets to us first.

Maybe I should make a cut-out.

I've been working so hard on my obliques, it's a sin to hide them.

Add it to the account.

So, while you were stuffing yourself into that dress,

I was thinking I should just buy the Swan House after all.

Why?

But I thought we agreed. I should take some time, and gently mold Mimi.

There's no time to be gentle. And there's no reason to care what Mimi thinks.

-Let me talk to her, one more time. -Great, call her now.

I'm not gonna ambush her with a call. I mean, she is the gatekeeper of society.

Look, I'll e-mail her later and set up a definite time to chat.

Perfect. See, now that really eases my mind.

For a second there, I was starting to spin out,

thinking you were trying to join forces with Mimi to get back into society. -That is absurd. Because earlier today,

you tried to convince me not to buy the Swan House. Suddenly you're a member

of the most exclusive society in Atlanta, that Mimi happens to be the President of.

-More like Alexis spinning her web.

Stay out of this, she-devil.

Look, that would be crazy, Fallon.

So crazy, because we're Carringtons.

We are society.

We don't need those harpies. Oh, but wait, wait, wait. You're not a Carrington, not like me, and not like Cristal.

-I will be, very soon. -Yes, you will. Welcome to the family,

-by the way. -Oh, thank you.

-That's so sweet. -You know, I cannot wait

to have another maternal figure around here.

-Fallon.

Think of all the fun step-mom and step-daughter,

spa trips, shopping sprees--

I warned you about my children.

Don't you ever, ever touch my hair.

Get her off me.

Ow! -Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because you manipulated me into giving up my venue

in exchange for a membership to Mimi's society of Peach Douche-lettes.

Don't.

Oh.

And what's worse?

-You won't admit it. -Well, fine, I--

I did it because I didn't think it mattered.

I mean, you can get married anywhere, and be happy. I have nothing.

It was my--

Well, my one chance to-- To get my old life back.

The one time I ask for help, to make up for all of the moments we have missed,

you sold me out for a step up on the social ladder.

It's gonna be the society wedding of the season.

It's a shame you're no longer invited.

Enjoy the fruits of your labor...

before they rot.

What are we gonna do? We can't let him check those crates.

Guys, I got a line of trucks waiting to get in.

I need you to open it up. Let's go.

-I got this.

Just get ready to drive like your life depends on it,

because it might.

-Let's open these boxes. Let's go. -I will open these boxes, every last one.

-I saw how you looked at me, officer.

-I watched you

wave three vehicles through, no problem.

But my van needs a search?

-Unbelievable.

It has nothing to do with that.

-It's your paperwork. -You don't have to explain it to me.

You can explain it to my lawyers,

the ACLU, the news media, your friends, your family.

Will you please help open these damn boxes? I got calls to make.

You are gonna find yourself famous for all the wrong reasons, officer.

Wait.

Hold on.

I think you gentlemen are good here.

Let's move it along.

Dude, that was...

kind of screwed up.

Maybe I was just playing the cards that life dealt me.

It's a hell of a lot better than the hand you were about to throw down.

-Hey. -Hey.

-The baby, yeah.

Me? Eh.

Oh, you still haven't connected with Steven, huh?

Nope.

But I'm glad someone is enjoying themselves around here.

I wish there was some way I could think of to cheer you up, you know?

You're sweet. Not always.

And I'd love to show you that side of me.

That's not a counteroffer, that's an insult.

Look, I hate to use the C-word, but I am a Carrington.

And I will buy you your own private island.

You can build 50 replicas of that same house.

Maybe even make one just for swans.

I'm sorry, are you laughing at my proposal?

-Sorry.

That croissant did nothing to you.

Well, I will make it up to that croissant by not eating it.

No luck with that venue you wanted?

It just guts me that I can't have it.

I keep thinking about my grandma getting married there,

and Michael and I standing in the same spot. There's only one thing that matters when you get married.

Yes, a photographer with soft lenses. Already booked.

If you deeply, fully love the person you're marrying,

and you're surrounded by love, and support,

it doesn't matter where you get married. It could be in a barn.

Hmm. You had me up until barn.

It's not the place, Fallon. It's the people that matter.

Fine. Fine.

I guess I have been a bit of a bridezilla about this whole thing.

You know, I can see why my dad likes you, aside from your annoyingly perfect hair.

What's with the 50 texts?

You won't believe what happened last night.

Manuel came onto me.

And I know it's insane, but it happened, and now my body's spinning,

and I don't know what to do.

First of all, you need to calm yourself. And, second, he's clearly playing for both teams,

because he was about to come onto me before you shut his fine ass down.

Can you please not be jealous, right now?

We need to focus on my needs.

How do you even know he was hitting on you? You're old and married.

First of all, rude.

It's just that he used the same night-swimming move I used on Steven,

and it was just as... hot as when I did it.

You need to behave yourself.

And I'm not saying that because I want him...

I don't think.

Here, look through your wedding album

and remind yourself who your heart belongs to.

Keep it zipped. Mimi.

Is that you?

Are we so similar that we shop at the same place, same time

-I'm not happy, Alexis.

No, I'm not happy, either.

Your daughter is still trying to buy the Swan House.

Believe me, I feel your pain.

Just be grateful that that irascible Fallon isn't your child.

I am incapable of raising a hellcat like that.

Now,

you did assure me that you would handle her.

-I just came up with the perfect solution.

Why don't you change your wedding to another day?

And I will pay for it.

What?

That way my daughter gets her dream venue, you get a free wedding,

I get into the Peachtree Society, and, well, everyone's a winner.

Hmm. Let me pray on that.

No.

As long as I am standing,

I am getting married, on that day, at my venue, as planned.

So, call your daughter off, or kiss the Peachtree Preservation Society goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'm on it. Love those shoes.

Pray on that, bitch.

Oh, my God, Mimi.

Somebody call an ambulance.

Come on! No, ref!

That's a red card! Javier is in the area!

My god, it's a red card!

I'd be better if the refs weren't blind,

or being paid by Los Reyes Rojos.

So, I was thinking about buying Fallon a dream car,

for a wedding present, you know, for her, any car, any color, any year.

A horse?

-You're pathetic, Blake.

I know what you're doing. You're worse than Anders, which is not easy.

I have no clue what you're talking about.

You're the sweetest man in the world for wanting to buy me an engagement gift.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

How about a Rolls Royce, convertible?

Your hair would look amazing blowing in the wind. -Uh-uh. Fine. Okay, the hard top.

-I want nothing material, mi amor.

I want quality time with you, enjoying each other's company,

watching soccer, just like I did with my family growing up.

That's offside!

Ref, that's offside!

I just, um-- Um...

I... Hi.

-Yeah.

I'm glad you came by,

because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Sam.

Like, as your employer, or...

I think you've been thinking about me, too.

Haven't you?

With and without pants.

What, you mean, like this?

What is happening?

I can't do this.

-I'm sorry.

-It's what we both want. -It's not right.

I can't do this to Steven. I love him.

In fact, I don't think we can be under the same roof, Manny. I'm sorry.

-Sam, you-- You don't have to-- -I have to let you go.

I'm sorry if I pushed too far, Sam.

Ada?

Man, will you chill?

It all worked out.

We did what we needed to do.

Congratulations, gentleman.

That was one of our most lucrative shipments.

Yeah. Things got a little intense, but we pulled it off.

Yes, there was a little miscommunication with the paperwork, but you improvised.

A little miscommunication? Your screw-up could've gotten us thrown in jail,

-or killed.

I strongly suggest you reassess your status here.

You are a replaceable meat-head,

especially with Mr. Culhane stepping up so nicely.

Before you do anything stupid, which is entirely in your wheelhouse,

ask yourself, how’d it go the last time you crossed me?

Oh, that's right, you wound up in prison.

I'm sure that could be arranged again.

I don't think so.

Keith, what are you doing?

What I should've done a long time ago. I'm taking over.

Put it down before somebody gets shot. Please.

I'd listen to him, Mr. Hayes.

He is the intelligent one here.

Shut up.

She's playing you, Michael, like she once played me.

But we don't need her anymore. This is our way out.

Listen to a rational voice, Michael.

We can run our operation much smoother without this loose cannon, you know that.

I've had enough, Ada.

I'm sick of you manipulating me like a puppet.

My man. Tie this shrew up, get her out of here.

-Baby, right here.

Daddy one and Daddy two are gonna have wedding album time.

Okay? So no crying, and no spitting out.

Okay?

Well, that's a brutal reward for not giving into temptation.

I think I'm gonna crack open the album without Steven.

I need a reminder of why I love this man so much.

You are such a good listener, Little Blake.

Hello there.

-Don't ask.

My little angel. Oh!

Oh, the trauma.

What you looking at?

Wedding album. Aww.

What the hell?

Who's the whale? -Trouble.

She was Matthew's wife, the man my aunt had an affair with.

You invited her to the wedding?

That's a social faux pas and a truly stupid move.

No, I didn't invite her. She's violent and crazy-pants.

I thought she was supposed to be locked up in a mental

I'm gonna call them, and figure out how the hell Claudia was at my wedding.

Claudia?

Oh, my God.

Hank, you idiot. Did you forget how to pick up the phone?

Where did you take Matthew? Where's my son?

Don't worry, baby, Mommy's coming to find you.

-I need you to close your eyes. -Hmm.

I like where this is going.

Please don't tie me up, Mr. Intruder.

Just close your eyes.

Okay.

Now, I know you didn't want an engagement gift, but I got you something simple,

and meaningful that I think you'll appreciate.

-Blake. -Open.

Ah. Okay. I don't recognize the colors, but I'm sure it's for a great team,

-and I'll happily wear it. Thank you. -They will be a great team.

It's the new National Soccer Federation expansion team in Atlanta,

and I just purchased it. -I may have paid

ten or $40 million too much for it.

I meant what I said.

I didn't want anything material from you.

You said all you cared about was quality time and soccer,

and I'm giving it to you the Blake Carrington way.

We're gonna run this team together, Cristal. It's our family's team.

I just heard the most interesting news about Mimi getting hit by a car.

I'm guessing, from that fashion statement around your neck, that you were the car.

Oh.

It was truly horrifying.

Poor Mimi and I are both victims here.

What a coincidence that the accident forced her to delay her wedding date,

and now the Swan House is conveniently available.

Oh well, that's Mimi for you.

even she couldn't pull off walking down the aisle in heels and crutches.

And knowing that, you ran her over.

You are unbelievable. How dark is your soul that you could conjure up

and carry out something so twisted?

Any selfless mother would have done the same.

I just want you to have the perfect day, Fallon, even if I'm not invited.

You're insane, and I love you.

Even though you're insane.

And with that, I would like to re-extend the invitation to my wedding.

If your neck heals in time.

Oh. It would be my great honor to attend.

Though you should know, I have decided not to get married in that old bird house.

-I'm gonna get married here at the Manor.

When my dream venue seemed impossible, it got me thinking. I mean, what's more special or more personal than home?

Grandma, Grandpa, our entire family shared our most important memories here.

Fallon, I did this at great personal sacrifice.

And Mimi has banned me for life from the Peachtree Preservation Society.

I can't even go there when it's open to the public.

I greatly appreciate your sacrifice.

I know it's a first for you.

But a wise woman once told me

that if you deeply love the person you're going to marry, which I do,

and you're surrounded by family, which I will be,

it doesn't matter where you get married. You could even get married in a barn.

Well, not this barn, but you know what I mean.

They say tequila's the only alcohol that's a stimulant.

It's a myth created by men who have never been stimulated.

Thank you.

No, thank you, for the way you handled Keith.

Tell me something,

why didn't you let him kill me?

Is it because doing this gets your engine running?

You do like it, don't you?

Keith told me about the Van Kirk situation...

and about your daughter.

You delivered for me, so...

I'm going to give you your reward. This is the blackmail on Fallon and Jeff Colby.

As a bonus for saving my life, a third of the shipping loot.

Five million dollars, cash.

But I'm gonna offer you a choice.

You can walk away from me for good, or stay.

Be your own man, make a lot more money. Keep doing what you're so good at.

Oh, that could work.

Whatever's gotten into you...

don't stop.

♪ --seem to stop the stars from falling ♪

Cristal?

Let's go to bed.

Oh, thank you, but today's about my beautiful daughter.

Oh, my special day will be upon us soon.

Oh, hello, Melania.

I spoke to the private mental institution where Claudia was kept.

She escaped before the wedding and hasn't been seen since.

Well, how is it that nobody's alerted anyone?

I guess they wanted to keep cashing those Carrington checks.

Some people.

But I can't stop wondering why she'd be at our wedding,

and I have this terrifying thought that maybe

she wanted to kill us all. She held us all at gunpoint last Thanksgiving.

Maybe it wasn't Hank who killed my aunt, maybe it was crazy Claudia.

She has more motives: Matthew, us locking her up in that facility.

So, you're saying that she's so crazy, she could shoot any one of us, on sight?

And she's on the loose?

Excuse me, sorry to bother you. Who has the baby?

Oh, I checked on him a little while ago. He was sleeping like a baby.

-That's where the expression comes from. -I just looked in your room,

and L.B.'s not there.