Dynasty (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 12 - Promises You Can't Keep - full transcript

[narrator] Previously on Dynasty:

Now I realize, it's more than that.

I wanna invest money in our company.
I wanna use it to buy you out.

If you're not okay with that,
buy me out.

-I need to see this through, on my own.
-It feels good walking away from this.

-I wanna make my own way.
-The real world can be unforgiving.

-You don't realize how hard it'll be.
-Maybe it's time for me to move out.

There's no need to make it on
your own. That's what family's for.

[Sammy Jo] That's why
I'm moving in with Steven.

Rise and shine, handsome.

Mm, let's sleep in.



A perk of owning the company,
we can do that.

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

And you know
how punctual Anders is.

-Good morning, sir.
-Worse than an alarm clock.

-Some might say better.
-No snooze button.

You're cute
with your real newspaper.

God forbid someone choose real
journalism over a Twitter feed.

Bob Channing is a friend and still
publishes a hell of a paper,

which is why I invited him to cover
the fundraiser for Senator Daniels.

The guest list is packed with
brown-nosers and sycophants.

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

Considering
we're expecting 200 people.

It's a healthy contribution, but the
senator's always been good to CA.

Supporting his campaign
is the least I can do.



The best part about casino night is you
playing the Pussy Galore to my 007.

[Cristal giggles]

-Oh.
-What's wrong?

I'm just not a sweets
for breakfast kind of guy.

Who are you then?

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

Culhane,
the Aston's blocking my--

Oh.

Good morning.

Right. The silent treatment.
Well, at least you're consistent.

You didn't check on me
after I was kidnapped

by Bonnie and Clydito,
or comment on my bangs.

Were those your idea
or your fivehead's?

My version of PTSD
is me realizing

I need to work on my relationships.
So, let me be the grown-up here.

I'm sorry, okay?

-Everything good here?
-Not really.

Come on. We're OG.
We've been friends for over a decade.

-And I have the scars to prove it.
-Look, I broke up with Jeff.

Isn't that what you wanted?
We can go back to the way we were.

Being frenemies?

No. Being the power couple
of besties.

My dad is having a casino party
tomorrow. It'll be fun, like old times.

-Come on. Please. I miss you.
-You miss one-sided friendships

where you download all of your crap
and not have to show empathy.

Aren't you sweet?

-Fallon--
-Don't worry. I'll move the car myself.

Excuse me, Security's asked me
to remove you

for impersonating the COO.

Rick Morales? Oh!

Just in time to save me
from my budget reports.

Wow.

This is an upgrade
from your PR associate days.

Yeah?

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

I actually have windows now.

Oh, thank God.
Your dungeon cubicle

used to reek of Ming's Chinese
takeout from all those late nights.

-Looks like the hard work's paid off.
-Yeah.

Now I have people bring me sushi.

Take a seat.

So, how's my favorite
cub reporter?

Oh, I think you mean
your favorite senior reporter.

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

Look, um, Cristal,
I didn't come here just to say hi.

I'm writing a major exposé
on Senator Daniels.

Really? We're hosting a fundraiser
for him tomorrow.

I know. I was assigned to cover
the senatorial race

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

he took bribes.

Now, I have dozens of sources,
all on the record.

Thank you for telling me.
I'll talk to Blake about canceling.

The thing is that one of the people
that Daniels took bribes from...

was Blake.

He could go to prison for that.

No. Blake would
never bribe a judge.

My sources are really solid.

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

-What was that?
-What?

-Were you just checking out my ass?
-Excuse me?

Wow. Unbelievable. You're collecting
material for your spank bank

before finishing your morning coffee.

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

The fantasy where you're smart, funny,
and appealing to women

-only exists on your laptop.
-I only wanted--

Don't touch me. I'd never have sex
with you, you pasty-faced perv.

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

but I know self-defense and I will shove
my Louboutin's so far--

There's a piece of bacon
stuck to the back of your pants.

I will take the stairs.

Everything okay? I've been trying
to get a hold of you.

I couldn't even reach your assistant.

I fired Tammy. The woman wore
prairie skirts. I need a replacement.

Especially if you're
gonna keep avoiding me.

That takes
some special scheduling.

I'm giving you your space,
but I'm also not going anywhere.

That's sweet. Thank you for not melting
into a pool of your own emotions

making this awkward,
but we're still broken up.

We need to discuss the buyout,
who's walking away with what.

You haven't responded to my offer.

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

Now, we need to work out our lease
with Tim Myers. He'll be here soon.

He owns the property
where 33 percent

of our turbines are situated. If Tim
doesn't agree to renew the lease,

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

-I'm talking millions--
-Stop worrying.

You know I can charm
the pants off of anyone.

[scoffs]

Tim, welcome. Great to see you.

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

[theme music playing]

[Jeff] Most of our properties,
we own the land, but for our leases,

we have a set percentage
we pay per turbine.

Since we're looking to expand
our operation on your land,

we can offer $10 mil a month.

And because we're confident
in our business model,

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

-You think we got a deal?
-Not quite.

Well, our lawyers
can finesse the fine print.

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

Uh, where is this coming from?
Our offer is more than generous.

-You're not gonna find a better rate.
-And we can't set that precedent,

-nor can we afford to.
-Of course not.

You spent that money
on your Louboutins.

Tim?

Can we talk? We might've
gotten off on the wrong foot.

I'm late for my next appointment.
Call me if you're still interested.

-We need to talk.
-Can it wait? I am late for a--

I heard from a reporter that
Daniels took bribes from people.

And you were
one of those people.

Who's the reporter?

That's your first question?

It's a personal friend,
and I'm not betraying that trust.

Stop deflecting.
Bribing a judge is a felony.

-It was a long time ago.
-Doesn't make it less of a felony.

What do you want me to say?
It happened. I had no choice.

Let me guess, it got Carrington Atlantic
out of a couple of jams or--

It was for Fallon and Steven.

When Alexis left, she wanted
full custody.

I had enough dirt on her to keep that
from happening, but I also knew that

if I revealed that in court,

it would devastate
Fallon and Steven.

If I didn't play my hand
and I was forced to share custody,

I knew that she would take my children
and leave the country.

I couldn't let that happen.

So, I turned to Daniels.

He made sure that Alexis
was deemed a flight risk...

ruled the case in my favor.

I just let Steven and Fallon think
that she had abandoned them.

-Blake, I didn't realize--
-It was only once,

and I did what was best
for my children.

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

-to control the justice system?
-That's not who he is anymore.

He's a good man.
And I owe him a lot.

I don't have to tell you, if this
story sees the light of day,

Steven and Fallon
will never forgive me.

I understand.

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

Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow.

Third job interview on the books.

I've sent my résumé everywhere
and have yet to get one response.

Lunch is here, boys.
Thought I'd stop by for a visit,

but didn't wanna risk being fed
ramen or hot dogs, so I BYOL'ed it.

Bless you.

I miss you so much.

How could you?

This is your tenth visit
in ten days.

Well, whose fault is that?

You've had fun with your
Craigslist-decorated co-op.

-Can you come home?
-Sorry. Bigger picture at stake.

Ugh! You and your ethics.
Can you promise me

you'll come to the casino
fundraiser tomorrow?

You know I'm not a gambler.

-Kevin Rathbun's doing the food.
-We're going.

Why can't my life be as simple
as his?

All his problems are solved with lunch.

Jeff doesn't wanna let me go,
Monica doesn't wanna be my friend,

and I have a huge
business deal hanging--

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

But I just brought you lunch,

and that glass of Dom
cost more than my shrink.

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

Not your shrink.
You couldn't pay me enough.

I have job interviews
to prepare for.

Thanks for coming.
Let me fix you a drink.

Feels like I should sit down for this.

[sighs]

Off the record, you were right.

Blake admitted to the bribe,
but it was for a good reason.

I'm sure most of them
thought they were

-committing crimes for a good reason.
-Blake's not one of them.

-He needed to get custody.
-There's a better way to do that. -It's called the justice system.
-I wouldn't be asking if I didn't have to,

-but I need you to scrap the story.
-Daniels is crooked. -This kind of piece could end him.
-There will be other stories.

This is why I got into journalism.
To expose jerks like this,

to expose the truth.
You used to care about that.

I--

I'm sorry,

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

For this.

You're right.

I shouldn't be asking you
to kill the story.

I should be asking your boss,
Bob Channing.

He's a friend of the family.

And I could have him end your
career just as fast as I started it.

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

It's you, too.

I need a favor, Moni, big one.

-I'm listening.
-Make up with Fallon,

convince her
to give me another chance.

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

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

And you should be, too.
Sorry, but I'm not helping you fix

a relationship that never should've
existed in the first place.

Glad we had this talk.

I don't want a relationship
with Fallon.

I need one.

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

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

Now you wanna marry the bitch?

Have you lost your mind?

It's the only way I'll have
influence over her CA shares.

My first step in taking
the company away from Blake.

The Carringtons are the reason
Dad's in prison, Monica.

Blake framed him with drug charges,
had him locked up this whole time.

-Why would Blake wanna frame Dad?
-Blake was having an affair with Mom

and wanted Dad out of the picture.

That family's the reason
we grew up without a father,

why Mom
nearly took her own life,

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

This is insane.

How long have you
known about this?

-Why wouldn't you tell me?
-I couldn't.

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

but making her pay
for her father's mistakes...

that just means that you and
Blake are cut from the same cloth.

-I am nothing like Blake.
-No.

If you go through with this...

you might be worse.

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

without ever having to apologize.
I like to think of my assistant

as an automatic like
to all my Insta-posts.

I like to think of my assistant
as a smartphone

with a built-in
medical marijuana card.

What's the hottest club in Buckhead?

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

[speaks in foreign languages]

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

Fallon Carrington.
What's your biggest weakness?

Not taking enough breaks.

How do you feel
about prairie skirts?

-Oh, I love prairie skirts--
-Next.

What diet would be better,
paleo or macrobiotic?

-With the right chef, I--
-Wrong. Your only concern

should be getting my order right,
body-shamer. Get out.

[Fallon sighs]

[theme music playing]

I'm guessing she's not the winner?

You can't spell
"Assistant" without an "ass."

What's up?

You figure out how
to make things right with Myers?

We still can't afford
the extra 10 million a month

-he wants for that lease.
-I just can't call the man

and apologize over the phone.

These things
must be handled in person.

-Good. So when you meeting him?
-Tonight at Daddy's casino party.

After some cyber-stalking,
I got his G7's flight log.

He's in Vegas every
other weekend, so I invited him.

It's perfect. I'll get him tipsy
and he'll be receptive to my charm.

Okay if I just drop in like this?

I know Fallon does it,
but she's your landlord,

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

Always happy to see you.

Mm. I think this might be my favorite
piece of clothing that you own.

Mm. I do have matching pants.

Wanna see?

What's wrong?

I'm sorry, Michael.

I thought
I came here for this but--

Maybe you just need a friend?

I get it.

Must be hard for you and Fallon
to not be talking.

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

I don't know what to do
or who to trust.

I don't want you to be late for work.
Let's hang out tonight.

Netflix and chill?

I can't tonight.

-Oh! I didn't mean to assume.
-Oh, no, no. I want to.

Trust me. I just gotta go to that
Carrington casino thing.

Blake knows I play poker.

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

Right. That's cool.

-I get it.
-I do, however, have a plus one.

The only reason I didn't
tell you is 'cause

Fallon was gonna be there,
and I don't wanna get in between

y'all's thing any more
than I already am.

Thank you.

I think I might.

What do you think? Does this say
"Nouveau Poor" to you?

Says there's nothing
straight in this room.

That's a little low on the right.

So, let's hear it.

-How did the interview go?
-I got it.

-What?
-Yeah. They offered me

director of their philanthropic arm.
Could be a really steady gig.

I'm qualified,
and I earned it myself.

Okay. So, I only heard
"qualified" and "steady" in there.

You were born into royalty
with a trust fund to match,

and you blow the whole thing off
to reinvent yourself for "steady"?

-This is your reinvention?
-What else am I supposed to do?

If I dream too big,
you dream too small.

All I'm saying is,

if you're gonna go through
all of this trouble to be poor,

the least you can do
is be passionate

about what the hell it is you
wanna be when you grow up. -We can't all be dreamers.
-Why not?

Because it's not realistic.

What I need right now is stability.
And this job is very stable.

Sure.

Do me a favor, lie to yourself...

not to me.

♪ Whenever I'm with you ♪

Cristal Carrington
for Mr. Channing.

No, no message.
He's attending an event

at my house.
I'll speak to him then. Thank you.

Cristal, darling, I want
you to meet Senator Daniels...

-and his lovely wife, Melissa.
-How do they say it in Mexico?

[speaks in Spanish]

Very good. They also
say that in Venezuela,

-where I'm actually from.
-Well done, Carrington.

Paul wants to go over his speech.
You two okay?

Perfect. Always perfect.

-Please, come in.
-[Melissa] Thank you.

Can I make you one?

Ha!

My husband is also my boss

and he might not approve
of his COO day drinking.

Well, you two
are just so adorable.

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

That's what's nice
about the honeymoon period

you and Blake are in.

Well, we've had our ups and downs,

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

You seem smart.
I'm gonna give you some advice.

Being married to someone
as powerful as Blake

can wipe out your identity.

It is up to you
to be true to yourself.

With all due respect, you
and I are very different that way.

-Blake married me for who I am.
-Well, of course.

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

I just started making
small compromises

and looking the other way
to support my husband.

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

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

[chuckles]

It costs more than
the home I grew up in.

I'm never gonna
be anything like that.

You probably won't feel that way
after my husband's speech tonight.

-Why is that?
-Nobody knows this,

but Paul is taking
a new anti-immigration stance...

build the wall,
SB 1070 kind of stuff.

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

just to support your husband.

Hm.

♪ Who's your daddy?
What's his name? ♪

♪ How much money
Does the old man make? ♪

♪ I like your lipstick ♪

Gorgeous and on time as usual.

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

Don't worry. I'm handling it.

What I'm not handling is the fact
that we're supporting someone

who would have had
me deported at the border.

You heard about the speech.
It's meant to fire up the base,

not be turned into policy.
Sometimes you have

to compromise
your values for the greater good.

-What's greater than your values?
-Well...

try to put your personal views
aside.

The senator
and his wife are here.

[chattering]

We need to greet them.

I'll let you handle that honor.

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

[Blake] Senator.

You certainly know
how to make an entrance.

-Blake, thanks for doing this.
-Of course. You look radiant.

Why, thank you.
So, where is Cristal?

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

♪ Same old rockin'
Same old rollin' ♪

♪ Seeing the devil
With a mouth full of gold ♪

♪ A mouth full of gold
A mouth full of gold ♪

♪ Seeing the devil
With a mouth full of gold ♪

Jeff, this is Bob.
Uncle Bob publishes Atlanta Digest

-and other publications.
-Jeff, pleasure to meet you.

You as well.

-Congrats.
-[Bob] Thank you.

Steven, I understand
congratulations are in order.

Your new job?
The Global Housing Works?

-When do you start?
-Wait. How did you--?

I asked you not to get involved.

And I didn't.
Greg Anderson and I go way back.

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

-Of course he did.
-It's not my fault

if Greg loves the idea
of a Carrington on the masthead,

and it's not yours either.

Take it as a win.

Looks like your dad's more excited
about this job than you are.

What does that tell you?

♪ ...marching band ♪

♪ Sold my soul... ♪

Thank you, sir.

It's nice to have a high-roller
show up for amateur hour.

I never turn down
a chance to roll the dice.

That's good, 'cause I'm hoping
you'll roll them one more time with us.

I wanted to apologize
for my outburst at the elevator.

I treated you like a Grade A perv
and, needless to say,

it was uncalled for.

I'm truly sorry.

Didn't give it a second thought,
neither should you.

Should we send over
our original contract?

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

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

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

That's money I can't turn down.

[clicks tongue] These dice are cold.

[people cheering and clapping]

If I didn't know better, I'd say
you were thinking again, Crissy.

-I've got a few decisions to make.
-Try not to hurt yourself.

I thought we were past that,
Fallon. Some children never truly mature.

Just because you technically
saved my life doesn't mean

we've had a breakthrough and
I'm gonna start calling you Mommy.

[sighs]

Looking for someone?
You seem a little anxious yourself.

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

Sometimes it helps to run
your problems by someone else.

Well, that is true.

If only there were someone I
respected enough to do that with.

Well, what a surprise
to see you here.

I could say the same.

That's just funny,
considering your past with Blake

and your present with Fallon.

She mentioned that
she broke things off with you.

Yeah, but we're still
in business together.

-She still has some respect for me.
-Boys, that's enough.

-Let's go play at another table.
-No. That's okay.

I was just leaving.

Don't forget
to return that suit by noon.

Those late fees'll
put a hurt in your pockets.

[Melissa] A lovely party, Cristal.

To second wives everywhere.

I hope you and the senator
are enjoying yourselves.

Yes, especially Paul. He's there getting
frisky with one of his regulars.

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

but I guess the hotel bills
were just too much.

I'm really sorry, Melissa.
You deserve so much better.

Oh, well,
the marriage died years ago.

But the one thing I really miss

are the trips to Bora Bora
courtesy of Blake Carrington.

That family villa there
is just exquisite.

He takes the tramp now.
That bitch always has a tan.

-Courtesy of Blake?
-Yes.

I mean, paying for trips
is a lot less conspicuous

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

Blake said it only happened once.

You really are adorable.

No.

Their little quid pro bro
has been going on for years.

Why do you think
you're hosting this fundraiser?

Because sometimes
the villa just isn't enough.

Yeah. You were right.

Cash separates
the kids from the grown-ups.

It gets the blood pumping a lot more
than playing for raffle tickets.

Sure, when you're winning.
But since I'm down ten stacks,

it feels more like
getting fed to the sharks.

Do you feel sorry for me?

I'll tell you what, how about we
make things more interesting?

It depends on what we're wagering.

Well, you still want that lease
for $10 million a month, right?

You've piqued my interest.
And if I lose, what do you get?

I get you.

-You like to gamble.
-With money.

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

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

-That bacon was just a lucky cover.
-Your luck's running out.

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

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

You're not seriously considering
pimping yourself out

-to this lech, are you?
-Excuse me?

Look, Ben Turner and his brother
will be here any minute.

Ditch this loser
and come hang out with us.

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

You didn't give a crap
about me yesterday.

-I'm not gonna let you play yourself.
-I don't need your permission.

You're on.

Come on. It's Casino Night.
We didn't come here to sit shiva.

-Let's play.
-I don't really know how.

-I never gambled before.
-You're joking.

-No cards, no craps, no nothing?
-No.

Okay. That changes right now.

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

Well, good thing I swiped these

from the drunk guy
with the bad toupee.

That narrows it down.

All right. Come on.
One game won't kill you.

Pick a color.

-Put it all on red.
-Okay.

Yeah.

-All good?
-Yeah. [speaking in Spanish]

See. What did I tell you?

So what? That doesn't mean
it wasn't worth playing.

And that excitement you felt,
while the wheel was spinning,

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

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

It just means you...

stand up and spin again.

I'm pretty sure that's the same
voice gambling addicts hear.

All I know is if you bet
on yourself, you can never lose.

Come on, guys.

Hard to entertain guests
sequestered in here.

-I was just--
-Reading my e-mails?

Trying to prove you weren't involving
Carrington Atlantic in anything illegal.

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

Luckily,
I can read between the lines.

You lied about
bribing Daniels only once.

-Why?
-Carrington Atlantic is constantly

being hit with lawsuits that have
to be handled quickly and quietly.

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

That does not absolve you, Blake.

How could you do that?

How could you lie to my face?
And now your secrets

could bring down
this company and our family. My secrets?
And what about your secrets?

Where do I start?
Your sex tape with Matthew,

or your crazy sister, or your real name?

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

I'd hoped that you
would do the same.

-Oh, Cristal.
-Hi, Bob.

I hear you've been looking for me.
What was it you wanted to ask me?

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

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

-Who is she?
-Former friend, current foe.

She has a point. I'm gonna
need your offer in writing. Pen.

-You expect me to call my lawyer?
-No. No need. I was pre-law at Wharton.

I don't know why you're so worried.
Even if you lose, you still win.

-Best night of your life, I promise.
-My mother used to tell me

never make promises you can't keep.
It's rude and impolite.

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

Oh, come on, Tim. Don't tell me
you're all hat and no cattle.

I think it's still a fair bet.

Let's play some poker.

Steven. How are you, son?
I've been looking for you all night.

-Senator.
-I'll take another Scotch. Neat.

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

-This is Cristal's nephew, Sam.
-Oh.

And even if I could vote,
it wouldn't be for you.

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

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

Listen, Steve,
siding with those bleeding hearts

is sentencing yourself
to a lifetime on the losing team.

They haven't figured out that
people want results.

You can't take
power by playing nice.

You gotta be ruthless and grab it.
Your way doesn't work.

Is that what you really believe?
This is just a game?

[laughs] Well...

If you really think that life
isn't us versus them, well,

you and your generation
don't stand a chance.

Save your scare tactics.

I'm done making bets
in a burning house.

Is this your idea of negotiating?

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

-You're gambling with our company?
-Not exactly.

-What?
-Shh.

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

How about...

we up the stakes even further?

-You wanna raise me?
-How about...

instead of $10 million...

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

You want me to put $240 million
on one hand of poker?

-How will you match it?
-You wanted a night with me.

How about a weekend in Vegas?

All the bacon you can eat.

[sighs]

I guess we both lose tonight,
honey.

You can have the lease
for $10 mil.

[people clapping]

Out of curiosity...

what did you have?

More balls than you, Tim.

That's why I'll always win.

Hey.

-Thanks for bailing me out.
-Glad my signal worked.

It's funny. I haven't thought about
Ben Turner since graduation.

-Who is Ben Turner?
-Homecoming king, our freshman year.

He and his twin brother
shared the title.

First and only time that happened.

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

That's the only reason I took the
bet. I thought I could beat him.

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

I'm gonna go get another drink.

You're lucky, you know?

That creep could have
drawn something to beat you,

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

-You must've had one hell of a hand.
-I had nothing.

I knew I could bluff my way through it.

Like any successful negotiation,
all I had to do

was make him believe
that I could beat him,

even if I didn't stand a chance.
Plus, with the legalese

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

Doesn't mean
I have to be in it.

I'm glad
you had a change of heart.

I thought a lot about your apology.

I know those don't come easy
for you, so it meant a lot.

You deserve better.

I've made some
bad decisions of my own.

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

That would mean me
sleeping with Jeff was incest.

Why do you have to ruin
every genuine moment?

Because I'm emotionally scarred,
obviously.

Yet you can't help but love me.

-Thanks for that, Moni.
-That wasn't for you.

That was.

Good morning, Mrs. Carrington.

-Can I pour you a cup of tea?
-Yes. Thank you, Anders.

Rather chilly in here this morning.
Perhaps I should light the fire.

What's this?

Some breaking news I thought
you'd wanna see. Thank you.

"Senator Daniels involved
in a string of extra-marital affairs.

Ends his re-election campaign

to spend more time
with his family."

No need to light a fire, Anders.
It looks like my wife

has that handled.
Would you give us a moment?

-Cristal, I asked--
-You asked me to stand by you,

the way you stood by me.
And that's what I did.

I protected you from the scandal,
but I had to protect my integrity.

That meant ending Daniels'
campaign, one way or another.

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

I will always be there for you.

I want that you to be the best version
of Blake that you can be.

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

I agree with you.

Smart move...

feeding your source
one story for another.

-I shouldn't expect anything less.
-No, you shouldn't.

[knocking on door] [Steven groans]

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

-I'm just dropping this off.
-We have to start locking the doors.

Oh, yeah. Someone might wanna
steal your particle board shelving.

Now that I'm on the other side
of my post-kidnapping-stress,

I just wanted to thank you
for lending an ear.

I brought you
a homemade lunch this time.

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

Well, by homemade,
I mean I curated an assortment

of fine foods at home
and a maid provided the basket.

Just say thank you.

I don't care who made it just as
long as it makes it to my mouth.

Considering I'm without an assistant,
these kind acts aren't easy for me.

-Wait. You need an assistant?
-No.

-As your first step cousin--
-Gross.

I may not have
a fancy business degree

from one of your rich-people schools,
but I know about supply and demand.

Yes. We keep supplying you
with room, board, and bubbly,

-and you keep demanding.
-You demand assistance

from someone
who speaks your language,

and I can provide just that.

For instance, you skillfully
paired the Beluga Caviar

with French champagne,

but you also
packed metal flatware.

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

to include
mother-of-pearl spoons

so as to not ruin
the caviar with metal taste.

-He does make a good point.
-Okay, Mister Mother of Pearl,

answer me one question.
Taylor or Katy?

Easy. Fallon. Real bosses
don't insert themselves

into fights
that don't involve them.

-You're hired.
-What just happened?

I just got a job.

Oh, speaking of jobs,

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

Actually, I changed
my mind about everything.

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

No.

After listening to Daniels

spin his web
of discrimination and arrogance,

I got to thinking. I'm done fighting a system

that's just gonna protect
the 1 percent anyway.

I'm ready to change it.

It's time to bet on myself. I'm running for office.

What's all this?

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

-so, consider it a thank you.
-Looks delicious.

But you shouldn't
be thanking me.

I kept you from running
a really great piece.

No. You gave me
a far more salacious story

filled with sex, betrayal.

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

Of course they are.
People love a personal scandal

-way more than a political one.
-End of the day,

the story stopped Daniels'
election campaign in its tracks.

So, that's all
that really mattered to me.

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

-I just-- I couldn't--
-Destroy your family?

I get it.

-I'm sorry I didn't get it sooner.
-Thank you for understanding.

And I applaud your stellar reporting.

-[scoffs]
-No, really.

I'm not the only one that's come
a long way. I am so proud of you.

[both chuckle]

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

-You're not gonna stay for lunch?
-No, you know,

I got stories to crack,
bad guys to catch, you know.

The citizens of Atlanta
are counting on you.

Stellar reporter, huh? Guess I'll have
to keep an eye on Carrington Atlantic.

Meditating on another takeover?

Or maybe just envisioning
the ousting of a dictator?

Come to take another crack at me?
What the hell was that? We're family.

Family doesn't keep
secrets from each other.

I thought you'd understand
what I was trying to accomplish.

This whole time
that Dad was in jail,

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

I hated him for it.

When Culhane invited me
to the Carringtons' fundraiser,

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

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

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

pretending to be our friends,

giving us scholarships,
inviting us to parties.

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

Well, so do I.

What?

After that slap I thought--

Culhane was watching
your every move,

including how you congratulated me
about Fallon.

So, I had to sell a different story.

Damn, Monica.

-Thank you.
-Don't thank me yet.

We're just getting started.