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Previously on Dynasty...

Jeff, this is Brady.
My ex-husband.

There's a spy watching
everything I do.

And I know who's tipping
him off... Brady Lloyd.

JEFF: I spoke to the heads
of the teacher's union.

I promised them that one of
your first acts as senator

would be to push through
a federal tax on oil companies

that directly funds education.

Some of my biggest donors are
oil companies.

I never would've agreed to that.

I've landed a gig somewhere

I really belong,
the hospital.

You should probably
watch your back.

Ezra Feldman called.

He's an A-list divorce attorney

here in Atlanta--
why did he call?

He was asking
if you had a lawyer

that he could reach out to?

Oh, my God.

Wish I could do something
to make it better.

(panting)

I always knew
there was something here,

but... wow.

Unless I'm totally misreading
how great that was?

No, it was fantastic, really.

You should be thrilled
with yourself.

Call me old-fashioned,
but I'm generally not thrilled

unless my partner is, too.

And that's not
the word I'd use

to describe you at the moment.
Well...

I have no idea where
my husband is,

the most aggressive
divorce attorney in Atlanta

left me a message,
and instead of

going to find him
and beg for a second chance,

I decided to sleep
with my archnemesis

turned business partner, so...

yeah, no, I'm not thrilled.

In your defense, he was the one
who asked for time away.

I don't think I can Ross and
Rachel my way out of this one.

Look.

Colin?

You can skip the whole

"it's not you, it's me" speech.

This was an itch
we've been longing to scratch

since Wharton.

We're not soul mates.

This was still a mistake, so...

now I need to go find Liam,

confess my sins,
and beg for absolution.

If you're trying
to save your marriage,

I'm not sure confession is
the best way to go.

I'm not sure I asked
for your opinion.

Earlier this year,
I had a... indiscretion

with my assistant.

Your assistant, really?
How cliché.

I don't recall asking
for your opinion.

The point is...

I thought coming clean
would give my wife and I

the fresh start we needed.

Instead, I got
a costly divorce settlement

and I had to hire
a new assistant.

Rough day.

I should've kept
my mouth shut and just

whisked my wife away
for a romantic weekend.

Telling Liam

might make you feel better,

but it'll make him feel worse.

Okay. Bye.

Oh, Fallon, I, um,

I-I forgot
my charger.

And then I saw an email that
I hadn't answered yet and...

This is not what it looks like.

I didn't see anything
and even if I did,

discretion is a part of my job.

Thank you. Since you're here,

would you mind locking up
after he's done...

Of course.

Okay, thank you.

I have to go take care
of something now.

Update?

The new VIP fleet is
almost ready.

We should be up in the air
in less than a month.

Make it three weeks.

DiFienza is gaining
on us and his jets...

come with a sushi chef.

I'm not worried
about a little spicy tuna roll

when we're about
to build the only

private airfield
in Metro Atlanta.

Let me get this open
for you.

I'm glad he's confident.

If I don't win this election,
we're not gonna get

within ten miles
of that land.
The numbers this morning

looked like they were
trending up. Smile.

That's good news.

With Beto trying to sabotage me,
I'm worried.

You know, this whole thing may
be slipping through my fingers.

Leave the worrying to me--
I have a PI looking for Beto.

We'll know the moment
he surfaces.

And you got an extra

boost from Adam's
press release this morning.

What, for that
anti-aging drug of his?

It's not exactly
curing cancer, is it?

But I guess people want
to see this family

doing good works.

Which is why you're making an
appearance at a food bank today.

Oh, really?
It's a good way to show

that Blake Carrington might be
a one-percenter,

but he still works hard...
for everyone.

So... maybe don't mention
the private jets.

(indistinct chatter)

(birds chirping)

You know, I really should
get back to my hotel.

You should.

You know, I hate the idea of...

wasting even one more second
with you

when we've already lost
so much time.

I know, in some ways

it's like we've picked up
right where we left off.

But it is still

a little strange.

(knocking)

Jeff?

Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay.

I've been trying
to reach you for days.

We were in a cabin
in the mountains.

There was no signal.

Well, you're back now,
and we need to talk.

Privately.

I'm heading out
anyway.

But I hope we can spend
some time together.

I'd like to get to know
Dominique's son.

Yeah, I bet you would.
Jeff!

That was rude.
Yeah.

Maybe I'd be less rude
if you'd told me

you were still married
to that guy.

I was going to tell you.

Uh, when, on your 15th
wedding anniversary?

Sweetheart, it's complicated.

Brady was the love of my life.

When he disappeared,
I waited a year

for him to come back.

And when he didn't,
I filed for divorce.

So why aren't you divorced?
Because...

it turns out
it's hard to divorce

someone who's missing.

You have to prove
that you've

tried to find them,
run classified ads

and a bunch of other things.

It got lost in the
shuffle, I guess.

Does Brady know he's still
my stepfather?

No. I was waiting for
the right moment to tell him.

Yeah, well,
the right moment is never.

Dom-Mystique just hit
five million in sales on FSN.

Yeah, and your husband
would be entitled

to half in a divorce.

Oh.

So you want me to stay

secretly married forever?
No.

I want you to get secretly
divorced as soon as possible.

If you truly

think this guy's
the love of your life,

get a prenup and remarry him

the day after the divorce
for all I care.

But you'll never
know what he's really

after until you take
money out of the equation.

This is
my divorce attorney.

Call him...
today.

Hmm.

Thanks.

What are you doing here?

Picking up my research files.

From my Alzheimer's trial
you canceled.

We've been through this.
The files are

hospital property, Dr. Larson.

They were hospital property.

But I spoke with a very helpful
woman in the legal department

here who worked out
a deal for me.

I think you may be
related to her.

My long-lost sister is
a real treat, isn't she?

All right, uh,

I'll put in a request to pull

those files from the archive.

It's about a 24-hour turnaround,

so you should...
come back tomorrow.

I'll be here.

Kudos on the big drug trial.

I hope it doesn't hit a snag.

(knocking on door)

Fallon? I guess you found me.

I stayed up all night
calling every hotel

in Atlanta
looking for Liam Ridley.

And when that didn't work,
I called them

all back using
your other name.

Who knew that John Southside

was right here at La Mirage
the whole time?

I figured this was the last
place you'd think to look.

Come in.

It was.

But... I have
to tell you something.

I booked us
a romantic weekend getaway.

I know that you hired
a divorce attorney,

and I just want
to show you

that I'm not gonna give up
without a fight.

I didn't call
a divorce attorney.
What?

But I got a message
from Ezra Feldman

two days after you announced
you wanted a break.

I-I don't know anything
about that.

Fallon, I sa--
I said I wanted a break.

Not a divorce.
Oh.

Well, good.

Because I miss you, Liam.

And I know you
miss me, too.

Or you at least
miss someone

remembering to put your bookmark
in when you fall asleep reading.

I mean, how else you gonna
know what page you're on

when you wake up all alone
in this big, empty room?

It is a pain.

And of course I miss you, too.

All this break did was show me
that nothing

is gonna get figured out
by not talking.

So I guess the break
was helpful, right?

Yeah, it was...

so helpful.

I just want a
chance to prove

how important
you are to me.

I just need the weekend.

Please?

I'm not ready
to make any promises.

But okay.

The weekend is yours.

♪ ♪

Hey, thank you, everyone,
for coming out.

You know,
I'm just doing my small bit

to help out the community.

(reporters chattering)

You did great.

I heard a Gazette
reporter refer to you

as "the billionaire
of the people."

Well, I've always
looked good in plaid.

I just hope it
translates into votes.

Blake Carrington.

(car door closes)

Nice to finally
meet you in person.

Lieutenant Governor.

Yeah, I think they're
still packing boxes inside

if you're here to help.

Just hoping for a friendly chat.

I'll go see if the press have
any questions.

Why don't you two check out the
community composting display?

It'll be a nice photo op.

Your numbers were up
again this morning.

Yeah.
Congratulations.

Honestly, we thought
you'd be out by this point.

But now I see you have
a secret weapon.

Yeah.

Thank you,
but I'm sure

you didn't come here
to talk about my wife's

many attributes.

I'm here to ask you to
drop out of the race.

Excuse me?

Senator North is a friend.

He told me all about
your play to get

government land
for your airport.

You drop out, it's yours.

What's in it for you?

The governor wants
Cavendish in office.

They have a previous
relationship.

And we'll be introducing
state legislation

the governor needs support for
at the federal level,

and Cavendish has made...
promises.

Well, I can assure the governor

a mutually beneficial
arrangement

if he throws
his support behind me.

This isn't a negotiation.
I have a direct line

to the appropriations committee
and I can

deregulate that land overnight.

It's a win-win.

You get your airport
and we leave

the politicking
to the politicians.

I was hoping you could
bring me up to speed

on the FSN meeting I missed
while I was in L.A.

Really? You want
to talk about work?

After you left
on such a cliffhanger?

Okay, I took your advice,

and I didn't say
anything to Liam

about, you know,
what happened last night.

And we're going away
for the weekend.

You and me?

Sounds like fun.
(groans)

Too soon to joke.

I understand.
Do you?

Because the fate of my marriage
rests on this weekend.

You're
Fallon Carrington.

If anyone can will a man
into submission,

it's you.

Well, I am glad
that you think so,

because you are gonna have
to take the lead here again

while I'm away.
Consider it done.

Your company will be
humming along

just as you left it,
when you return.

Thank you.

I may replace the couch, though.

The springs leave something
to be desired.

No, still too soon.

(sighs) Eva?

Clear my schedule-- I'm going
away for a couple days.

No problem. I will forward
your calls to your cell.

Oh, no, you know what,
forward them to Colin.

He'll be running point
while Liam and I are traveling.

You and Liam?

I just mean, after last night,
I wasn't sure if you...

I'm-I'm so sorry, none of this
is, uh, my business,

so forward your calls, check.
(chuckles)

I want to thank you
for your discretion.

I mean, what you saw last night,
that is not me.

I love my husband very much.

And we're gonna work this out.

I am so glad.

And I know you will get
everything you deserve.

I can't just backdate a divorce.

Jeff said you're the best.

Surely there's something
you can do.

Filing fraudulent documents
could get me disbarred.

The documents are real.

I filed them,
I just didn't finalize them.

Brady already believes
we're divorced.

I'm asking
that you make it legal.

I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

This isn't just

about me, Henry.

This is about protecting Jeff.

He has a stake
in Dom-Mystique, too.

I don't think he'd be

too pleased to know
his lawyer put him at risk

because he was afraid
of simple paperwork.

I just told you...
it's not that simple.

Okay, I'll see
if I can find any...

gray areas.

That's all I'm asking.

You're doing what?

Dropping out
of the race.

I know it's a little surprising.
A little?

Why? The numbers
have never been better!
Yeah,

which is why I caught the eye
of some powerful people

who want Cavendish
in office.

They promised me my land
on the condition

that I drop out
of the race.

Well, that's great for you.
Did you forget about

the promises you made to us?

I didn't forget and
I did right by Jeff.

I negotiated my land
and his launch permits.

He and I are both walking away
with exactly what we want.

What about me?

Hey, your high school is
getting its athletic center.

That's not nothing.

That was supposed to be
the beginning, not the end.

You were supposed to push
for an energy tax bill

to help fund education programs.

You can't be
okay with this.

If you win,

we can have the land
and keep our promises.

Well, if I lose,
we'll have nothing.

Listen, I may be polling well,

but so was Hillary.

No, this is our only guarantee.

I'm gonna make
the announcement tomorrow.

Oh! Hey, stranger.

Look, I don't know
why you're still living here,

but I'd get out
of this snake pit as soon

as possible,
before you get bit.

What happened? Are you okay?

I promised the people

that worked
alongside my father--

the people that Blake poisoned--
that I would protect them.

Would improve their lives.

But Blake decided to stab us
all in the back... again.

I might have something
that can help.

Unless you have
a map that can find

Blake's missing soul,
I doubt it.

My father left me
with some insurance

in case I ever found myself
on the wrong side of Blake.

What kind of
insurance?

I'll bring it to the hotel
tomorrow.

Meet me there.

Wow, this place sure is, uh...

extravagant.
And confidential.

Everybody has to sign a NDA when
they make a reservation here.

Ah, I thought I saw Meghan
and Harry outside.

Mr. Ridley and Ms. Carrington!

Welcome to a weekend
in paradise.

I'm Brianna,
your personal vacation director.

Our vacation needs direction?

(laughs)
Oh, you're too funny.

But, yes, phones, please.

Uh...
Well, this weekend is
all about us,

and I don't want
any distractions.

Wow. Yeah. Okay.

Okay, these...

have been individually coded.

They can be used to message
one another, open your door,

order in-room spa treatments

and for atmospheric control.

That all sounds great.
I guess we should head

to our room.
Ooh, I almost forgot!

Here is your itinerary.
I will see the two of you

down at the communication
station in just a little bit.

Thank you.

"Communication station"?

Is that a thing?

What did you sign us up for?

This hotel hosts two
couples' weekends a year.

And since traditional
therapy didn't really work,

I was thinking this
could be great. Look,

I just want you to give me
a chance to prove to you

that you are the most
important thing in my life.

Okay? And what better
way to start than...

waking up bright and early

and rappelling
down the Wall of Trust?

Um, paging
the wine butler.

Okay, the Trust Wall is
our version

of a "trust walk" exercise.

The seeing partner
will verbally guide

the blindfolded partner
down the wall.

Your success on the wall
lives or dies

on your ability
to communicate.

I mean, but not, like,
literally.

You're in a triple-point
safety harnesses.

Oh, good, good.
Did you say blindfolded?

This is not how I imagined
using blindfolds this weekend.

LIAM: Okay, hey,
just relax.

Start by leaning slightly back
into the rope.

Okay.
Okay, good, good.
Now just below your right foot,

there's gonna be
a chock-- sorry,

a-a rock--
there-there you go.

When did you become such
an expert at rock climbing?

I-I've been going a lot
with friends.

Okay, now move your right hand
down about six inches.

(screams)

Ooh, ooh, Liam!

Help! Help! Help! Help!
Hey, hey, you're good,
you're good.

All right?
L-Listen to my voice, okay?

Okay, swing forward
with your right foot.

Now once you get a toehold,
you should be able to get

your left hand
on the wall.
Okay.

Perfect, perfect!
Now get your left foot on

and then you
basically got

a ladder down
from there.

Stay close to that wall.

Two feet-- I'm right here.
Okay.

Jump down. Jump down.
Jump down?

(whoops)
Oh, my God!

I made it! Wow!

Wow, that was...
Awesome?

I was gonna say intense.

I hope you like
your rock-climbing friends

because I am never
doing that again.

(chuckling)
Oh, not so fast, you two!

First, a quick stop
at the Tent of Truth.

Because honesty is

the cornerstone
of every relationship.

Hold on, Bri.

I didn't see anything
on your itinerary

that said anything about tents,

truth or honesty.
We keep it off the itinerary.

The exercise works best if you
don't have time to overthink it.

Well, I'm thinking we should
quit while we're ahead.

You know, or I could...

climb the wall again?

Hey, you're the one
who said you wanted

a chance to prove you could
prioritize our marriage.

And I do,
but wouldn't you rather

me prove myself in a bikini

over a cocktail with a tiny,
little umbrella?

No?

Okay, to the Truth Tent.

Yay!

You're gonna love it.
Mm.

The DJ sent over his rider--
do you want that

on the catering budget
or the music budget?

(yawns)
Yes, yes.

Great, sounds perfect.

(gasps)

Sam, are you watching
a telenovela?!

I'm sorry, but Adriana
thinks her ex-husband

kidnapped her son,
when really an evil nurse

took the kid
to the hospital's secret lab

and is running experiments
on him.

Oh, have I told you
how great it is

to have you back
as my events manager?

This was a one-time favor

for Blake's
political gala/the club opening.

(clears throat) I'm gonna go
check on that caviar shipment.

Bye.

Sammy Jo Jones!

Just the man I wanted to see.

Uh, I need a favor.

Well, can you ask someone else?

I'm kind of swamped here.

No, it's got to be you.
I need a Spanish speaker.

Well, ask Cristal.

No, I need someone that no one
at the hospital knows.

It-it'll be super quick. I...

I need a tiny distraction
while I delete a file

from the digital archives.

Sounds shady, I'm out.

Shady?
(scoffs)

I let Leo die on my table
to save your life.

The least you can do is
give me half an hour

of your time to
save my future.

(sighs) Fine.

But then we're even.

Tell me you're calling
with good news.

I'm calling with news.

I'm unable to take your case.

Surely there's something
you can do.

However, I can tell you that

theoretically, if a court clerk

admitted to making
a clerical error

while filing divorce papers,
a judge could sign

a nunc pro tunc

and backdate said divorce.

So I need to find a clerk
willing to take the blame.

And then forget this call
ever happened.

I have to call you back.

Please don't.

Hate what you've done
with the place.

You're trespassing.

Relax, I'm just here
for some girl talk.

After all, it's been ages
since our...

little chat
in the diamond-less mine.

I think we've done
enough chatting for a lifetime.

Don't you?
But there's so much more
to talk about.

I saw Jeff's lawyer
leaving here yesterday.

And it didn't take
much digging to find out

that your not-so-ex-husband
is back in town.

Does this monologue have
a point?

The point is...

I think you're trying to avoid

turning over half of
your new fortune by getting...

(whispers)
...a secret divorce.

Get out of my loft.

Oh, I will.

As soon as you give me

a financial stake
in Dom-Mystique.
(laughs)

I think 20% is fair.

I would say 30,
but I'm not greedy.

You're delusional.
Oh...

After all,
that's less than 50%,

which is what Brady would get

if I let
your little secret slip.

You got 24 hours.

You know I can't have ownership
papers drawn up that quickly.

Get creative.

And you've got
to do better than this.

(groans)

What is this?

Wait, is it...

A list of every Carrington
secret my father ever learned?

Yeah.
My dad loved Blake, but...

he wasn't an idiot.

He wanted to protect himself...
and me.

Wow, this is just...

I haven't even read
all of it yet.

I feel weird
'cause Blake's

been so nice to me
since the whole rehab thing.

But I know what your
friendship meant to my dad.

And I-I think he'd want me

to share it with you
if it could help.

There's enough dirt in here
to take down Blake for good.

And I'm not just talking
about his political career.

I know.

You're welcome.

Jeff?

Are you okay?

Your phone keeps going
straight to voice mail.

I'm fine.

And why are you lying around
and why is it so dark in here?

Oh, no, leave it.

I turned my phone off
'cause I've got a migraine.

Hence the lying down...
and darkness.

Maybe I should call a doctor.

I'm just stressed.

So...

what's so important
you couldn't wait?

I found a New York court clerk

who is willing
to sign an affidavit

that she made a clerical error

while filing my divorce papers.

Sounds like good news.

It is, but it will take her
72 hours

to get it notarized and Alexis
is threatening to expose me.

Alexis?
She knows I'm still

married to Brady and she wants

an ownership stake
in my company.

I know you two are
still friendly.

So I was hoping you
could talk to her.

The last time I asked her
for a favor,

it cost me an original Ruscha.

Unfortunately, I don't
have any more priceless art.

I've worked too hard to give
Alexis part of my company.

My mother's legacy.

I'll just come clean to Brady

and hope that he's the man
that I think he is.

Are you insane?

If he's the man I think he is,

you'll be giving away millions.

What other choice do I have?

Who'd like to go first?

Liam. I just...

I think he's got a lot to share.

Not wrong there.
All right, then.

I'm going to walk you through
a Naikan Reflection,

or the practice
of "looking inward."

First reflection.

What have you received

from your partner
in this relationship?

Um, let's see.

A place to sleep

while my partner works
around the clock.

Um...

free meals, although those

technically come from the cook.

Okay, sounds
like someone's hiding

behind a little bit
of sarcasm there.

So we'll move on
to question two,

and have you reflect on what
you bring to the relationship.

I bring, uh...

I mean, I-I-I always try to...

Actually, I'm not sure.

What?

No, you're smart, you're loyal,

you're funny...
some of the time. (chuckles)

Fallon's the CEO
of an international corporation.

This-this year
I wrote an article.

Yeah, an amazing article
that won him a huge award.

Yeah, that led
to nothing.

No book deal,
not even a freelance gig.

I mean, I-I thought
it was going to open up doors,

but I'm right back
where I started.

I haven't been honest
with either of us.

You haven't?

I'm upset that our marriage
always seems

to take a back seat
to everything else in your life.

But I'm also
mad at myself

for not being
the husband you deserve.

I mean, Fallon, I want to be
someone that you're proud of.

I am.

I-I think I've been
lashing out at Fallon

so I didn't have to admit that I
was feeling like such a failure.

Wow, I can't believe

how good that felt
to say out loud.

Maybe there is something
to this whole Truth Tent.

Yeah.

Really, really nice work, Liam.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Shall we move onto Fallon,

and see what things she's ready
to get off her chest?

Yeah, yeah.

Is it warmer in here?

No, all of our tents are
carefully climate-controlled.

Oh.
So let's start with
the third question.

Sorry.

"What mistakes have I made

in my partnership?"

(exhaling)

I'm gonna faint.

Fallon?
I'm gonna faint.

All right, Dr. Larson should be
here in about ten minutes.

We need to make this quick.
I can delete the files,

but I'll need
to get her ID badge--

So you can access
the database, yes.

You've said it
6,000 times.

Can we get
this over with?

I-I'm sorry,
I don't speak Spanish.

No, no, no, no, no...

Dr. Carrington,
everything okay?
Lucia,

this man is hysterical.
By any chance,

do you speak Spanish?
I do.

Oh, Dr. Larson.
Wow, you are early.

Dr. Carrington, don't you
have more important things

to do than supervise
clerical work?

Just wanted to make sure
there are no issues.

Lucia, would you do me a favor,
and pull up a copy

of Dr. Larson's
trial research, please?

Yeah, of course.
Thanks.

Lucia, everything okay?

Yeah, I just can't seem to find
the files for that trial.

Wait, I'm gonna try one more
thing I just remembered.

And...

I think I got it.

And...

No, there's
nothing in the system.

So weird.
I'll take the
hard copies then.

Oh, no, those are long gone.

Have you forgotten how it works?

Uh, we shred the hard copies
once they've been scanned.

Yours must not
have been scanned.

I scanned them myself.

Well, obviously not.

Just another example

of your careless work.

Hey.

You've been pretty quiet
the whole drive home.

Is everything okay?

Other than, you know,
almost fainting?

No.

I thought I could just
move on from my mistakes,

and leave them in
the past, but...

I was wrong.

We really need
to talk, Liam.

Okay.

Hey, you know you can
tell me anything.

I... I don't think
this is the place.

No, especially not with
that creepy valet guy

staring at us, so...

will you meet me back at
the manor in a few hours?

Yeah.

It'll give me time to pack,
so I can move back home.

Okay.

The warehouse sends inventory
directly to the consumers,

as well as bulk shipments
to our retailers.

That's all fine,
but where's

the good stuff I can
take home with me?

Right behind that door.

I will sign over 20%
of my company

contingent upon two things.

One, you keep
your mouth shut about Brady.

And two...

you learn about the product.

Give me your phone.

I'm not giving you my phone.

Then you don't go in.

I can't take a chance

that any photos leak
before my feature

in Women's Wear Daily comes out.

And you don't trust me?

Right, dumb question.

(clears throat)

This is where we keep
all of "the good stuff,"

as you so eloquently put it.

I don't see anything good
but granola bars!

What?!
Dominique, open this door!

Open this!
Do you hear me?

And there are some water bottles
and a bucket.

I'm not a monster.

I'll be back to let you out on
Monday when my divorce is final.

(exhales)

I have had some
very inventive

lovers, your son included.

You think I can't pick a lock?

Of course you can.

You've pissed me off,
so the timeline's moving up.

Get a contract on my desk
by 5:00 p.m.

or Mr. Brady and I
are gonna have a little chat.

Fallon! You're back early.

Um... did something happen
on your trip?

Yeah. It went great.

Colin will be here in a half
an hour, so hold my calls.

Will do. Uh, is this

for business or personal?

Just asking in
case you want me

to make myself,
you know, scarce.

I'm making it clear to Colin
that what happened

was a mistake and it's time
he goes his separate way.

I do appreciate

your continued discretion.

Of course.
But I think

that maybe let's go back
to having

normal professional
boundaries after today.

Okay?

Okay.

Liam? It's Eva.

I think
I may have lost my necklace

in your car
after the event last week.

Oh, thank you so much,
yeah, I need to return it

to the friend
I borrowed it from tonight.

Any chance you can swing
by the office in 45 minutes?

Perfect.

See you soon.

Remember, short and sweet.
You've got a family emergency

that needs your attention
and you're wishing

Cavendish the best of luck.

Got to admit, I'm...

kind of gonna miss this.

(indistinct chatter)

Thank you for coming
on short notice.

Um, as you all know,
I entered this race

because I wanted to help

better the lives
of my fellow Georgians.

But I've never kept
a secret of the fact

that I am a family man

and family
always comes first, so...

I have some news
that I need to share with you.

Can you confirm rumors
that you've got your eye

on a cabinet position for 2023

and that you're already
on the White House's radar?

(reporters whispering)

Well, I don't respond to rumors,

but, obviously,
if I was offered

a cabinet position,
I wouldn't decline.

Do you feel more pressure
to win with that on the line?

Well, I never feel pressure,
Melanie.

Well, you're already one
of America's richest men.

If you were to be
a cabinet member,

you'd become one of America's

most influential men.

That's a lot of power
for one person.

As Voltaire once said,

"With great power comes
great responsibility."

Which brings me
to the reason

I called this press
conference today.

To announce my support
for an energy tax bill

that funds education

in the great state
of Georgia.

I have big plans
for renewable energy

to become a reality

to preserve the future
for our children.

Thank you.

(reporters clamoring)

What the hell was that?

We had a deal.

Sorry, plans change.

You can kiss your
airport goodbye.

When I win this election,
I'll get my airport,

and you...
can kiss your job goodbye.

Dominique,
I wasn't expecting you.

Not that... I'm complaining.

What is this?

Half of my current assets.

Which you are legally
entitled to because...

we're still married.
What?

I don't understand.

Why didn't you say something?

It's a long story.

I just wanted
to enjoy our time together

without complicating things.

But I can't live
in a fantasy, so...

we should get
an official divorce.

Which would make
that money yours.

What are you doing?

I don't want
your money.

I just want a chance
to be with the woman

I fell in love with
over a decade ago.

Just a little thank you for
helping that poor man earlier...

What's going on?
Just came back for my files.

Do you have low-grade amnesia?

The opposite,
actually.

Driving home, I suddenly
remembered that copier

stores a copy of all scans
for three months.

I was sure I scanned
my files, so I came back.

And good thing you did-- we were
able to reprint everything.

That's wonderful.

It feels good to have
my work back where it belongs.

With me.

I bet.

Well...

all's well that ends well.

(elevator bell dings)
Right on time.

Ready to turn over
the key to my loft?

You can choke
on that damn key.

And your threats.

Brady knows everything.

You have no more
leverage, Alexis.

I'm so sorry.

How quickly did he leave town
with half your money?

You know, it's funny.

You tried
to destroy my happiness,

but all you did was shine
a light on your sad life.

My sad life?

Do you want
a tour of the penthouse

before you go home
to your little stable?

You're obsessed with me
because I managed to do

what you never could--
become a real member

of the Carrington family,

have huge success,
and, oh,

my kids still talk to me.

Three strikes.

You're pathetic.

You were right.

Of course I was.

I still can't believe I ripped
up a seven-figure check.

We needed to convince her
that your affection is real.

And don't worry,
once we've destroyed Dominique--

emotionally, spiritually
and financially--

you will get your millions,
I will get my revenge.

And everyone is happy.

Well...

almost everyone.

Happy to report
that things around here

have been utterly boring
in your absence.

Well, it's nice to know I left
the place in such good hands.

Which is why it's so hard
for me to say this.

I need to buy you
out of your shares.

The romantic getaway
went well, did it?

Actually...

I almost fell off a 50-foot wall

and had a panic attack
in a Truth Tent.

Hmm?
Don't ask.

The point is...
I tried to move on,

like you suggested,
but my body had other ideas.

Turns out, keeping secrets

from my husband is
bad for my health.

So you told him?
Not yet.

And he might forgive me or he
might never talk to me again.

But either way,
I can't work with you anymore.

I get it, although it's a shame.

Consulting here's been the most
fun I've had in a long while.

I guess that'll
teach me to...

stop sleeping with CEOs.

Can I come in?
Of course.

I heard what you said
at the press conference.

And just wanted
to say thank you.

I know how hard

it can be for you
to do the right thing.

(laughs)
You're funny.

You're funny, but yeah!

It was the right thing.

Hey, why don't
you have a seat?

I was just about to track
down some champagne,

so we could toast
to our revitalized campaign.

That press conference
was amazing.

I know.

I wasn't sure he was
gonna change his mind

until he actually
started talking.

So how much did you end up
having to pay that reporter?

Let's just say she can probably
retire a few years early now.

I got to say I'm impressed.

I didn't think you had it in you
to go behind Blake's back.

It was for the greater good.

I knew appealing to Blake's

sense of community
would never work.

Because he doesn't have one.

But he's never been able

to resist the chance
to get more power.

Crafty... and cold.

But...

I appreciate you having my back.

It wasn't entirely altruistic.

As the head of a charity,
my ability

to effect change is limited.

But as Blake's partner in this,

I'll finally have
some real influence.

Now all we have to do is win.

Wow.

Guess Blake isn't the only one

who couldn't resist
the allure of power.

DOMINIQUE:
Jeff? Are you home?

Jeff! Oh...

I'm going to break
my neck in here.

Look... even flipping through
this thing made me feel dirty.

Maybe we should get rid of it.

Really?
Well, there are

some things
you just don't need to know.

And I know
if this thing's available,

I might be tempted
to use it someday.

I don't want to be
that kind of person.

I don't think you do, either.

(exhales)

Thanks for keeping
us both decent.

FALLON:
Hi, there.

That took me longer
than I thought.

So, um...

I have something to tell you.

And...

I think it's better if I just...

get it out...

you know,
before I lose my nerve.

Wait, why haven't you unpacked?

You're sleeping with Colin?

I came by the office,

and I heard you two together.

Liam, that's not
how I wanted you to find out.

Oh, I-I'm sorry,
I guess this is my fault, then.

So Colin...

is really what you were doing

all those times
when you were working late?

I mean...

you even had me believing
that you hated the guy.

What a joke that was!

I did hate him.
Oh, my God...

I did hate him, Liam, and...

it was not a thing.

Okay? It was one time.

And it was a huge, huge mistake.

Oh, well, in that case,
everything's cool, then.

You left me.

You stopped answering my calls.

I got a call from that attorney.

I thought you filed for divorce.

I was upset
and I was miserable.

And I made a terrible decision.

But I still love you, Liam.

Don't touch me.

I'm supposed to believe
that you were gonna tell me?

I was gonna tell you--
that's what

I wanted to talk about tonight.

Oh, what, a-after you stopped by

to see your boyfriend first?

I can't believe
I thought that we could

actually make this work.

Liam, please.

Oh, please what?

Please what, Fallon?

Forgive you?

I don't think I can.

It's over, Fallon.

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