All language subtitles for Dynasty.S02E08

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.