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Previously onDynasty...Now, there may be

a job for you with the team.

Takes a fool to say "no" to Blake Carrington.

Takes an even bigger fool to say "yes," but here I am.

I can assure you Fallon has zero involvement with this team.

Does this mean you're coming home now?

Soon. Yeah.

I've got to run for now. I love you, Sam.

I'm not sure the baby's Blake's.

I went home and made a huge mistake

by sleeping with my ex-husband.

You need to tell him the truth.

[laughing]: Forget that.

Oh! Oh, my God. Liam?Oh.

You are my one.

There was a time when I thought

I couldn't live without you.

Now I can't stand the sight of you.

WILLIAM HOLDEN [on TV]: Wait a minute.

Haven't I seen you before? I know your face.

GLORIA SWANSON and FALLON: Get out, or shall I call my servant?

You're Norma Desmond.

Used to be in silent pictures, used to be big.

GLORIA SWANSON and FALLON: I am big.

It's the pictures that got small.

[door opens]

What are you doing here?

Checking up on you.

You haven't answered my texts in a week.

[yells]

Well, I'm boycotting my phone.

And people.

Specifically boys.

Boycotting boys?

How second grade of you.

When was the last time you left your room?

Or ate something other than candy?

Do gin-soaked olives count?

Liam really did a number on you.

He said that I was no longer the girl he knew and loved.

The sophisticated, savvy businesswoman

who wanted to start her own dynasty.

Did he really say "sophisticated"?

You know what?

It doesn't even matter.

We need to get you out of here.

How about this? I'm hosting a party

tomorrow night at the club.

It's game night, but high-end.

Aggressive competition always cheers you up.

Not this time.

[voice breaking]: I just want to be left alone.

BLAKE: Hit it.

[upbeat instrumental music plays]

I think Cassius Cardinal is the best mascot option.

He's small, but he's fierce.

We're supposed to be presenting a mission statement

to our executive board.

Our mission is to entertain the crap out of our fans.

I'm talking performers

and fighter jets.

Hey, find me some trained cardinals

to fly around during games.Mm-hmm.

Okay, that's enough. Go.

We need to find more substantial messaging.

Our star is homegrown.

We focus on creating a strong local community.

I'm thinking of a "Together We Will Rise" philosophy,

one that speaks

to the all-inclusiveness of our team and fans.

Yeah, it's heartfelt.

Exactly.It's heartfelt mumbo jumbo.

That's not why people watch sports.

I know what's best for my team.Uh, ourteam.

And why don't we just present both?

Put it up for a board vote.Fine with me.

It's just a waste of everyone's time.

We'll see.

FALLON: I said

make it dirty, not disgusting.

Just start over.

I just, uh, got a text from Steven

saying he's extending his South American walkabout.

Did he mention...?That you forgot how to knock?

No, I have not spoken to Steven, and don't take this personally,

Sam, but I really don't want to see anyone today, including you.

So, maybe take it a little personally.

Well, I guess Steven doesn't want to see me, either,

since he keeps not coming back.

Why do you think that is? I mean, is it me?

I should have never let him go to Paraguay.

Or you should've gone with him-- I don't know--

but we all know that you're not cut out to be

the trophy husband to a charitable missionary.

You don't know what I'm cut out to be.

Look, you couldn't even last one night in Paraguay.

I don't know why Steven would think

that you'd want to move there.

Besides, I'm sorry to say this, Sam,

but you're just too materialistic.

Me? Are you kidding? Look at all this.

Too materialistic for Steven.

Thank you. Much better.[knocking]

So notsorry to interrupt,

but the, uh, "post-emo, shoegaze, feel-hard" band

that you requested is here.

Through there.

Are we done? Because I would really like

to enjoy all of my feelings in peace, and accompanied

by an appropriately melancholic soundtrack.

I'm too materialistic.

I've been doing some deep thinking

and self-introspection, and...

Sounds painful.

It was, but I realized I have to reinvent myself

to be the kind of man that Steven needs.

I've been doing a lot of reinvention research,

and pretty much all the experts say

that I have to dematerialize.

Cleanse myself of worldly possessions.

I'm supposed to throw everything out,

except the things that truly bring me joy.

I downloaded an app to get us started.

Not sure what this has to do with Steven.Everything.

If I get more aligned with Steven's thinking

and his new way of life, then...

well, he'll fall in love with me

all over again when he gets back.Very sweet.

I'm in on two conditions.

One... can I please be your date

for Monica's game night tomorrow?

I hate going to these things alone.You mean,

you hate not being on the invite list and need my plus-one?

What are besties for?Thanks.

And two-- I get first dibs on your... so-called trash.

Mi trash es tu trash.

♪ For the first time

♪ For the last time

♪ Ah, oh.

Play it again, but sadder.

[knocking]

[band plays intro to song]

What do I have to do to get a little peace in this house?

I don't know. You tell me.

It's been the same song for the last hour.

You are now a human "do not disturb" sign.

Go. Guard the door.

Is there anything I can do?

Would touching my hair make you feel any better?

I put in extra conditioner today.

Sadly, I don't even think that would help.

But thank you for offering.

Your stepmotherly duties are complete. You may go.

I was hoping you haven't told anyone about my little secret,

what I told you in Sun Valley.Wait.

You still haven't told my father

that he may not be the baby daddy?

Not cool, Cristal.

I'm working on it.

It's a hard thing to just say to someone.

No, it's not. Look.

"Blake, I may be having another man's baby."

You see, it's not that hard.

What if the baby turns out to be Blake's?

Then I will make him upset for no reason

by telling him, which is why...

I got this.What is that?

A time machine for undoing bad decisions?

No. It's a paternity test.

If it's Mark's child, I'll confess everything.

But if the baby is Blake's,

then we can keep my moment of doubt between us ladies.

Fine.

Now... I'm gonna need a sample.

Excuse me?Your DNA is close enough to Blake's

to determine a match with the baby.

If I do this, then you'll leave?

Mm.

Don't stop playing because of this.

Sadder!

How much have we thrown out?

Well, that's impressive.

That's the save pile. That's the lose pile.

Well, clearly, I can't dematerialize.

I'm too close to it.

This is exactly why dentists don't pull out their own teeth.

So let's focus.

You and I-- we've got this.

Be merciless.

No, I can't.

These things are like my own children,

and I'm-I'm in no place to make a Sophie's choice

between animal prints.

I think we're gonna need professional help.

[knocking]

Ugh. Seriously?

Give us five, fellas.

You'll recall agreeing to do a day-in-the-life

article for Contemporary Metropolitan Post?

Yeah. I was gonna inspire millions

of little girls everywhere.

I scheduled it a few weeks after Culhane proposed,

back when life had meaning.Well, apparently,

you forgot to cancel.

The reporter is downstairs.

Well, that won't do.

Can't you see I'm taking a little break?

From reality?Send him away.

Tell him I have...

tuberculosis or some other contagious disease.

I'll make your excuses.

Wait. Is the reporter

still Kenneth Desai?

Yes.

Well, he can be a little snarky,

so make sure he's buying whatever excuse you're selling

and tell him we'll reschedule the interview for a later date.

Otherwise, he'll tweet something mean.

Understood. Anyone seeing the state of your life

at the moment might think it was... repulsive.

Not me, of course. [laughs]

But people you care about.

Mr. Desai, I regret

to inform you that Miss Carrington is going

to have to reschedule.

She's not feeling well.

I hope it's not serious.

I mean, I do wish she could've

told me before I spent four hours

traveling here from New York.

Yes. She's very sorry.

No. I completely understand.

Uh, health-- physical... or mental--

comes first... of course.

You're not tweeting about it, are you?

Hashtag "we'll sue for slander."

BLAKE: What's going on, Anders?

Ah, I'm just explaining to Mr. Desai here

that Fallon is...

FALLON: Here!

Sorry to keep you waiting. All right,

Mr. Desai, I'm ready for my close-up.

[chuckles]

♪

This profile could not come at a better time.

Now the whole world gets to see the real Fallon Carrington

and how great I'm doing.

Love the enthusiasm. So, the basic idea is for me

to see what a typical day looks like

in the life of a young, top-of-her-game

billionaire like yourself.

Now, will this be for print, online or both?

I just want to make sure

as many people see this article as possible.

Stronger the material, the more readers there will be.

So... let's see what you got.

[chuckles]You know, apart from a proclivity for tardiness

and mysteriously vanishing illnesses.

Sorry about that.

I, uh, didn't realize the date, and...

BLAKE: You mean

Anders gave you the wrong one.

He's had a lot on his plate lately.

Perhaps something was lost in translation.

Isn't he from New Zealand?

His accent is thick.

KENNETH: If this is a bad time, we could always

check back in a few months and see if there's space...

and interest... in your profile.

I just want to do what's best for you.

No, no, no, no, no.

The timing and my personal life

could not be more perfect right now.

ALEXIS: Fallon?

Oh, I just dropped by to check in on you.

I assumed you'd still be in your room.

It's nice to see that you finally made it out.

Mother, this is Kenneth Desai with Contemporary Metro.

He's writing an article about how wonderful I'm doing.Oh.

Well, I would love to contribute.

My life is going marvelously, as well.

I mean, I am very busy,

but I'm sure I could eke out four or five hours

if that's what you'd need.

Oh, what a shame. I was about to take Kenneth

on a tour of the house.

[chuckles] Come on, get your bag.

You know, it's funny,

Jennings, it's, um, an odd surname

for a woman of your... background.

Where is it that you said you're from?

Oh, and are there other "Jennings"? Why?

Are you writing an article as well?

Because I doubt everyone is actually reading Ex-Wife Weekly.

Con permiso.

I know that you don't think

that it's any of my business, but it is Blake's.

And Blake knows everything he needs to know.

You mean only what you've told him.

And this whole international woman of mystery thing,

it isn't fooling anyone.

The only fool here is you, Alexis.

I have no secrets.

Nothing to hide.

We'll see.

And you know what they say,

where there's smoke, there's a liar.

This is it, ground zero.

Who's this?

This is the Insta-guru I found to solve all my problems.

Lady Monk.

Though I prefer "mindfulness specialist" to "guru."

Kirby Anders, friend-specialist.

I was helping him declutter before you arrived.

And I thought we were doing just fine on our own.

Actually, we were flailing.

And that's exactly why you're here.

Your teachings really stood out

from the sea of Insta self-improvement coaches.

Well, that and your perfectly curated feed.

Before we get started,

I let all my clients pick one item to save.

[snaps fingers]

Oh, here.

This is the shirt that I was wearing

the last time I saw Steven, the last time we kissed.

I know it's just a shirt, but... Shh.

What are you doing?

Whoa. Not cool.

SAM: No, no, no, no, no, no. No. No.

The shirt is not Steven, Sam.

Objects are not the people they represent.

Wow. I, uh, never thought about it that way.

I gotta say, I, uh...

I'm already feeling a little clearer.

And why would I spy on

Mr. Carrington's fiancée for you?

Because she won't tell me anything,

and that's what friends like us do for one another.

Fine, if you won't do it,

I'll just have to show Blake

how utterly fireable you are.

Since when is driving a car

and having a girlfriend a crime?

Well, when you're joyriding in Blake's Rolls-Royce

and Joy, the housemaid, is riding you,

I would imagine that she'll be fired as well

when Blake sees these.

And that would be such a shame.

What do you want me to do?

Oh, you're a gardener, Tony.

I want you to do some digging.

Which leads us to my

third-favorite painting in the house.

I've seen the grounds, the cellar,

your butler's duck decoy collection,

but I have yet to see the "real,

top-of-her-game" Fallon that you promised.

So why do I get the feeling that you're hiding something?

I'm not. I mean...

Feel free to ask me anything.

Okay. Well, since this article was also supposed

to be about a day in the life of a new bride,

I have to ask: how have you handled the breakup?

Wonderfully.

I mean, as well as could be expected.

Yes, the relationship did not work out,

but it ended amicably.

And it's as simple and boring as that.

Good for you. [chuckles]

I couldn't write for two months after my last breakup.

Just buried myself in tissues and vodka.

I can see how that would be hard for you.

So, um, you don't mind if I call Michael Culhane, do you?

Especially since things are so amicable?

Of course not.

But you don't even have to call him,

because he and I actually have dinner plans tonight,

and you're welcome to join.

Well, that's perfect.Isn't it just?

Okay. Well, I, uh...

If you'll excuse me a moment,

I need to go head to my solo afternoon meditation.

Just like Oprah.

Oh, write that down. [chuckles]

[exhales]

[sighs]

Joy, could you mail this for me right away?

Please don't mention it to anyone.

Of course. Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Uh, hey, Joy.

Um, I'm headed to the post office.

Mm-hmm.You want me to take that for you?

Actually, that would be super helpful.

Here.

[chuckles]

Well, this will work.

Seems like our little angel has been spreading her wings

in more than one bed, hasn't she?

My name is Sammy Jo Carrington, and I am ready

to free myself from the energy of material things,

in order to create a better version of me.

Hi, Steven.

And to Instagram it goes.

You are doing so wonderfully, Sam.

Now, all you have to do to be who you want to be

is to let yourself feel free.

Now it's detox time.

♪

♪ Yes

♪ I gotta say

Bye.♪ Yeah

♪ Oh, yeah

Did it.

♪ To get back with it...

And this. And this.

Yes.

[sighs]

♪

Oh, no. This is staying.

It's Gucci.

We're not just making space for the new Sam.

We're also providing for others who are in need.

Can't argue with that.

This is insane.

You barely know this Insta-crank,

and now you're gonna just throw everything away?

Kirby, I know you're distrustful,

but negative thoughts lead to negative results.

And look at all the progress that Sam is making.

Isn't that what's really important?SAM: Wow.

You weren't kidding.

I think this merits a selfie with my sensei.

Ooh.

♪ Yes...

Kirby?

Are you trying to steal that?

No. I was saving it for when you eventually remember

that you can't live without Gucci.

Negative thoughts, negative results.

LADY MONK: Kirby, maybe you need to replenish,

come back later. Try a banana.

Potassium is a real lifesaver.

♪ You know, I gotta say yes.

All we have to do is switch out the original paternity sample

with a non-Carrington sample

so the tests come back as not a match.

And then we make sure that Blake sees the results

confirming that the baby's not his.

And ba-bye, Cristal.

[whines]

Non-Carrington DNA coming right up.

Yeah.

Good dog. Good dog.

Dinner? Dinner was the emergency?

Okay, I'm picking up on a bit of a hostile vibe.

If we could just take it down a notch.

You 911'd me!

Because it is an emergency.

The writer does not have a story,

so he's zeroed in on our relationship.

And he's gonna keep looking for stuff

unless we can throw him off.

We have plenty of skeletons

that need to stay buried, so I needed to warn you.

It was not just a 911 for me. It was a 911 for us.

Fallon, there is no us. Not anymore.

I'm no longer at your beck and call.

I can't drop everything to save, what?

Your vanity? My vanity?

That's very funny, because wasn't it your vanity

that made you want to go work for that evil woman?

So you could feel all big and all macho.

As a matter of fact, you owe me

for destroying our relationship

after I saved your ass.

Owe you?

Everything I did was to protect you.

To close the Van Kirk deal.

To save you from Ada.

All you have ever done was treat me like a little plaything

in your never-ending psycho-drama.

Well, you put yourself in that position.

Well, not anymore.

I don't know what happened to you,

but you're not the Fallon Carrington that I used to love.

So I was wrong.

There is definitely a story here worth telling.

Less "Fallon Carrington: Billions and Brains,"

more "Fallon Carrington: Billion-Dollar Mess."

We need to think of the game as more a show

than a sporting event.

People want to be entertained.

Isn't that what the actual soccer match is for?

You're not thinking big enough, Jason.

Every team plays a game,

but how many of them, I don't know,

introduce their lineup by...

having them skydive into the stadium?

Probably none, because that's a huge liability.

Those bells and whistles are great, but we want

our mission statement to be something deeper,

more meaningful.HELLER: Exactly.

In MLS, LAFC's motto is "shoulder to shoulder."

What's this team stand for?

Great point. Which is why I'm suggesting

that our team's motto be "Together we will rise."

It's inclusive of the team and the fans,

but also the community as a whole.

We can build a great ad campaign around it.

Even get the local schools involved.

HELLER: That sounds great, Blake.

You should've just led with that part.

Well, we can discuss it more at our next meeting.

Wait. You're leaving?

I thought we were having dinner together.

Though I'm sorry Michael couldn't make it.

He had a family emergency.

Yes, definitely sounded like some kind of emergency.

What do you mean "sounded like"?

I'm not sure what you thought you heard.

No, I didn't... I didn't hear anything, but...

This is gonna be a beautiful piece.

I think that you're gonna be really surprised...

in a good way.

So that's it? We're done?

Let's just say I have everything I need.

Well, wait, wait.

Um, I was holding back, and I'm sorry

for burying the lede, but I told you

I was working on something big, business-wise,

so at least give me a chance to show you.

You know, it's a little late, and I'm not hungry.

I already gorged myself on this tiny charcuterie plate.

Well, the launch party for my new company is tomorrow night.

I mean, how many chances do you get

to profile Jobs and Wozniak before they're Apple?

It's one night. A party at Club Colby.

And I promise, this is the groundbreaking,

aspirational angle worthy of your skills as a journalist.

Okay. I could stay another day.

But only 'cause I love a good party.

Monica, you were right.

I will definitely be coming to game night.

But I've got a different game to play.

Hey, guys. It's me. I'm just here eating sustainably

with food I foraged.

This is watercress and burdock.

Came right out of the ground.

You just steam it, salt and pepper it--

voilà.[footsteps approaching]

That must taste like dirt.

[chuckles]

Lady Monk gave me a new outlook.

Food is just fuel.

It doesn't need to be anything more.

I get it. But I think actual fuel

might taste better than that.

No. Same with clothes-- I don't need anything more

than this organic, fair-trade,

zero-carbon-footprint tunic.

Maybe you should wear it tonight.

I'll try and coordinate.

I forgot to tell you.

I can't go with you to game night.

I'm taking Lady Monk as my plus-one.

Wait, what? Why? Well, I want to introduce her

to new clients, since she's made such a difference in my life.

Besides, think of how impressed Steven will be

when he hears how much I've committed to this new lifestyle.

But I'm honestly starting to worry

about her influence on you.

You don't need to. This is no weirder than...

a juice cleanse.

Or Gwyneth steaming her vagina.

First of all, huge Gwyneth fan.

Second of all, I am not one to slam whackadoodle beliefs,

but this woman seems super touchy.

[sighs]What do you really know about her?

I know that I am happier than I've been in weeks.

Actually, Lady Monk warned me that this might happen.

That you may try to... stop me from being my best self.

She warned you about me?

Mm-hmm.Brilliant.

I'm just trying to prevent that...

culture-appropriating fake healer

from taking advantage of you.

She said you're angry

because you're not the center of attention.

And I think she's right. And that's just sad.

So...

namaste.

You did what?

I said to replace the sample

with non-Carrington DNA, not dog DNA.

I thought you'd appreciate that I went above and beyond.

There is no way the daddy DNA is going to match the baby's.

Because it won't match any human DNA.

Okay, now the lab is gonna ask for more samples

so that they can rerun the tests.

[sighs] There's got to be a way to save this.

Okay, I need you to keep trailing Cristal

and see if you can't find out who that baby daddy could be.

Aside from Blake.

Okay, run along. Get going!

♪

Wait, what happened to the giant battleships?

Uh...

I didn't realize by cohosting

you really meant taking over my game night.

Well...

I'm not taking it over.

I'm just making it larger than life.

Though I couldn't get jumbo Candyland.

I was gonna have people dress up as the characters.

I always had a thing for Princess Frostine.

She is cute. Mmm.

Wait, so...

all of this is for a reporter? No.

Well, technically, yes. I just need him to write

an article that Liam can read to see how great I'm doing.

Look, you are the one who said you're boycotting boys.

I need to make Liam see that he has no effect on me

and that he is missing out on the best Fallon Carrington.

One other thing to know: tonight is also

the launch party for my new business.

You don't have a new business.

Well, not yet, but the night is young.

All I have to do is find someone here tonight

with a great idea, convince them to pretend

that I've always been their business partner,

and then let Kenneth do the rest.

Sounds like a foolproof plan to me.

I don't need your sarcasm, Monica.

I need your help.

Please. And a miracle.

[phone buzzes]

[gasps] Speaking of miracles.

The CEO of Spartan Force is coming.

This is shaping up to be the best fake launch party yet.

Thank you for letting me do this.

As if I had a choice.

Tell me you're not trying to pilfer another credit card.

I'm not pilfering anything, whatever that means.

I'm trying to get Sam's stuff back.

Not the things that he willingly donated?

To an Insta-guru who says they're going to charity,

but I highly doubt that.

Why do you doubt her? Sam seems happy.

I cross-referenced Lady Monk's feed with some other feeds,

and there are just too many things that don't add up.

All right. Well, how can I be of help?

Oh. I've already handled it.

His tablet he gave away is still on, and I pinged it.

It's... wherever that is.

Yeah, I can't wait to get used at the next meeting.

I didn't use you. I used your idea.

Without mentioning where you got it from.

Hold on. Is that what this is about for you? Credit and ego?

I didn't realize it was that important to you, although

I guess I should have seen it coming,

given all the games you played to get here.

And I've learned those filthy games from a master-- you.

I've also learned how to match you, Blake, so watch out.

As far as ego, it's hard to tell

whose is bigger, yours or your daughter's.

Don't make this personal, Michael.It already is.

I've dealt with the two of you using me for years.

My days as a Carrington pawn are over.

So, what...

you're done with the team? No.

But I am done with Fallon.

And I'm done with you treating me

like I'm still your driver.

I think you're blowing this out of proportion, Michael.

It's just business.

Exactly.

And this is my opportunity to make something of myself.

I'm not letting you get in the way.

So if you want my expertise,

you're gonna need to accept that we're partners.

♪

[quiet chatter, laughter]

Hey. Welcome to the launch of Fallon Unlimited.

Yeah. You really went all out here.

So, uh, what was the thinking behind game night?

Is this related to your new company in some way?

Well, once I reveal my concept to you

and I introduce you to my business partner,

I think it'll all come together.

Let's get you a drink. Or several.

LADY MONK: Thank you so much for inviting me, Sam.

This gives me a chance to fund-raise for my charity--

Lady Monk's Mindful Giving--

and to spread my ideas to the uninitiated.

I think the... tunics might be

a little too biblical for this crowd.

Well, let's focus on finding people who are like-minded

and open-minded.

Like her.

Isn't that your sister-in-law?

SAM: Uh, yeah, but that is not a mind

you want to open, trust me.

Why don't we try something new and split up?

Double our reach, double our teach.

All right.

Well...

I won't let you down.

♪

[ringtone playing]

Carrington residence.

No, I am not interested in a new cable company.

[ringtone plays]

Carrington residence.

Oh, I believe we've already given quite generously.

[ringtone playing]

Ooh.

Carrington residence.

WOMAN: Uh, this is Pacific North Bio Lab in Seattle.

I'm calling for Cristal Jennings.

Uh, please hold.

[Southern accent]: Well, hello there. This is Cristal.

Yes, Mrs. Jennings, uh, we wanted to let you know

that you need to resubmit your paternity test.

Unfortunately, the sample was contaminated.

Oh. How awful.

Well...

I-I'm feeling a little nauseous at the moment--

you know, it's my first trimester--

and, well... would y'all mind

if I just transferred you to my husband?

Well, my fiancé. He's almost my husband.

All right, one moment, please.

The new maid

accidentally handed me the phone,

but it's for Cristal.

Something about...

tests for the baby?

This is Blake.

What do you mean, another sample? For what?

Paternity test? I'm the father. Why would she...

Son of a bitch.

♪

It's sort of a hybrid tech/analog idea.

Ooh, my favorite kind. Are you looking for funding?

It does involve a version of S&M using 4-D technology.

Because I don't have any funding.

Uh, is he your partner?Him?

[chuckles] No.

You know, I've been here for over an hour,

and you still haven't told me the groundbreaking idea

that's gonna relaunch Fallon Carrington to the world.

Unless there isn't one.Oh, there is one.

I mean, why else would I go through all this trouble?

[fake chuckle]

Ah. Let me introduce you to Monica.

She is the club owner,

and we've been friends since we were kids.

Monica Colby, this is Kenneth Desai,

the reporter I was telling you about.

You throw a great party.

Really, it's all Fallon.

This is her launch.

And wait till you hear about her company.

It's gonna blow your mind. It's really a...

Go back to work now, Monica.

Okay. You know, uh, Monica and I

started a record label together.

Who are your artists?

Uh... LADY MONK: Fallon.

Can I help you?

Can you help me? [chuckles]

A little in-joke between us girls.

Lady Monk. Mindfulness specialist

with a million Insta-followers.

Fallon and I are collabing. Partners.

And you are?Kenneth Desai.

Contemporary Metro.

Excuse me, but Kenneth is interviewing me, Lady Granola.

Come on.Uh, hold on.

I'm glad to finally meet Fallon's partner.

I have been dying to hear all about this brilliant

new company idea.

FRANCO: So, you threw everything away,

and now you're, what, hunting and gathering?

No more gathering.

Just, uh, hunting for... inner peace.

This has been a real trip, but I just contributed

to Steven's foundation at the gala.

My checkbook is all worn out.

Sorry.

Namaste.

♪

Are you gonna join me in bed or just stare like a stalker?

You-you just look so serene.

Just so serene...

for someone who doesn't know whose baby they're carrying.

How did you...?The lab called

about your paternity test.

Oh, my God.The results were contaminated,

and they needed another sample.Blake.

Were you ever going to tell me? Were you?

Or were you just gonna let me carry another man's baby

like Alexis did?

I was going to tell you if the baby wasn't yours.

But I think... [sighs]

I feel in my heart it is yours.

It happened before I thought you and I could ever be together.

I went back to Arizona, I saw my ex...

Yeah, who the hell was that?

Huh, Cristal?

My ex-husband, Mark Jennings.

We got married very young.

My parents partially owned a soccer team.

He was a player. But they had a falling out

when he refused to throw a game for them.

They destroyed his career.

They would stop at nothing to ruin him.

It became too dangerous to be together.

We had to end it.You had to?

So you still have feelings for him?

No. It was a long time ago.

Clearly not that long ago.No, Blake.

Last time was a mistake. I came back here,

and I completely fell for you.

You have to believe me.

I love you.

Please say something.

Anything.

KENNETH: This is fascinating.

Uh, you were mentioning something about a book?

Mm-hmm.

You caught me. Lady Monk's brand

is the company that I've been hinting about. And yes,

the book is gonna be huge.

We have a multiplatform attack scheduled

so that we can take it international, as well.

Yeah.We've been working on it for, what, months?

We want to feature my philosophy and methods

so that people can practice a mindful detachment at home.

I'm also working on an app.

Fallon Carrington:

from heiress to lifestyle savant.Hmm.

It's really surprising and interesting.

Not exactly the next logical step.

"Logic can take you from 'A' to 'B,'

but the imagination can take you everywhere."

Einstein.I'm curious

about your initial investment in the project.

We haven't really...Several million.

With a back-end.

We are still working out the details.

But, you know,

details are just the...

grains of sand

on the beach of life.

KENNETH: This is definitely an unexpected turn

for the article.

I want to run this new angle by my editor.

Give me a minute?Yeah.

Okay, look, I don't know who you are,

but thank you very much for playing along.

We need to talk about this more.

SAM: There you are.

Um, I didn't have any luck trying to find new clients

or fund-raising. Sorry.

But I have an idea.

I can give you money from the Steven Carrington Foundation

so you can keep helping people.

I'm sorry, Sam.

Uh, we are discussing business,

so please take your toga party elsewhere.

This is my guru. You can find your own.

Uh, first of all, mindfulness specialist.Yeah.

And secondly, I can accept

both of your investments and donations.

Oh, one Carrington's not enough?

You're trying to bag yourself a second?

Kirby, you are making no sense.

Please, this is no time for your crazy.

Right. I'm sorry. Lady Monk here is a con artist.

Are you kidding?SAM: What?

Jealousy is so ugly on such a beautiful face.

I tracked your stuff to a warehouse. It's all boxed up

and ready to be shipped to a consignment store.

This is what she does. She rips people off

and then has someone else sell it online for her.

It's all here.The proceeds from all of those sales

are going to charities.

UNICEF, the Red Cross, all of them.

KIRBY: Right, and I'm sure once my father finishes

tracking your money trail,

we'll find that those proceeds

go directly into your burlap pocket.

SAM: Oh, my God. You convinced me

to wear this ugly-ass outfit and to eat grass.

I was about to give you millions.

No, Sam, Steven would be so proud of all...

Don't you dare bring him up.This is how she gets people.

When they're at their most vulnerable,

which is clearly you two.

I mean, you miss your husband,

and you have barely left your room

ever since Liam rejected you

like a sad, moldy loaf of bread.

Well, that was a little harsh. But true.

Look, I just met this crackpot five minutes ago.

I was so insecure

that it was easier to let you convince me

that I was the problem, but I'm not.

I mean, sure, I should be less materialistic,

but I'm amazing, even if I'm work in progress,

and Steven will realize that or not.

I mean, you even made me question my fashion sense.

Security! Please get this pathetic Insta-grifter

out of here.

You're calling me pathetic? Look around.

You faked an entire party to impress one reporter.

It takes a fraud to know a fraud,

and you're the biggest one of them all, Fallon Carrington!

Like I said, I do love a good party.

And I think I have everything I need.

Keep an eye out for the article.

It's gonna be a doozy.

I just wanted to come by...Bup-bup.

Just let me say what needs to be said.

I'm sorry I doubted you, Kirby.

I was just drowning in self-doubt

and grasping at figurative straws when...

well, when the real emotional lifeline I needed

was here next to me the whole time.

You're the lifeline.

No one's ever said that about me.

I've always been the albatross

or dead weight or Crazy Kirby.

But before I get all weird

and weepy, have you checked your Instagram today?

No. And the next time I check it

will be the last time I check it.

I'm deleting my account.You shouldn't.

Your Instagram is on fire.

Oh, my God.

How did this happen?

When I got to the club,

I put my phone on the bar to record Lady Shady's takedown.

I wanted to expose her, but then...

you started exposing yourself in a way that felt...

more important and way cooler.

So I posted it.

Now your #LoveThyself message is viral.

Well, I look insane.

100,000 views and 50,000 new followers

beg to differ.

Permission to disturb?

Thank you for knocking.

Well, I know last night was a... a roller coaster.

More like a bungee jump without a bungee.

That's kind of an ominous visual.

Are you okay?

If there's one thing I know for sure,

it is that I am not okay.

I spent a week in bed

because of a guy, which is pathetic.

My business judgment is so off

that I actually tried to make a deal

with a woman who was clearly a fraud.

Hey, I fell for her, too.

Yeah, that doesn't really help me.

Same.You know, I've been talking

about doing all of these things,

and I haven't done any of them.

And now there's gonna be this article

telling the world what a mess I am.

So... things are good.

How are you?

Crazily, my accidental self-love mantra is trending.

I never knew I could

help other people

just by telling it like it is.

So, what, you're gonna be an influencer now?

I think I have to. I have 421,489 followers.

And three sponsors have already sent me tunics.

I would run from those.Never again.

Well, glad to see you got it all figured out.

To focus on the positive,

I am going to start posting daily affirmations,

and I want the first one to be just for you.

You may be in a dark place right now,

but the light will come.

You just need to find it.

Dad?

There she is.

I knew you'd be back on top,

back in fighting shape in no time.

Actually, I'm not.

I am not on top,

and I am definitely not in good shape.

Everyone was right about me.

I need your help, Daddy.

[footsteps approaching]

Blake, I...Before you say anything,

I just want to tell you that I'm sorry I stormed out before.

I needed space.

I understand.I thought I could wrap my head

around the possibility the baby might not be mine.

But...

I saw the pain Steven felt about his confused parentage.

On top of that, you kept this a secret.

And how can I believe you now?

You say that Mark is out of your life...

I'm telling the truth.

There is no Mark Jennings in my heart.

But I can only say it so many times in so many ways.

I found out that some guy named Mark Jennings

could be the baby daddy.

I'm guessing it's her ex-husband.

There's more. It wasn't easy,

but I've got friends in all places.

I talked to my buddy who knows the barber

who cuts the hair of a chef

that works at the mayor's favorite restaurant,

and he told me...

Can you get to the point?

You really know how to suck the fun out of big reveals.

Mark Jennings' last contact.

Please leave.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Hello. Is this Mark?

I was thinking about what you said yesterday,

and I agree.

Partners should work together and respect one another.

I'm glad to hear you say that.But let me remind you,

you had one good move that got you this job, so...

well, I figure I owe you one of my own

before we get back to even again.

What are you talking about?You're in the big leagues now.

Oh, hell no.Oh, hell no.

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