Dynasty (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 19 - Use or Be Used - full transcript

- Previously on Dynasty...
- My marriage to Liam

is completely legal,
which means ours isn't.

And neither is my contract.
Read the fine print.

Morell Corp. and 25% of Colby Co.
are still mine.

Michael tendered his
resignation this morning.

I have additional bad news.

- This is Culhane's place.
- Not anymore.

There's something you don't
know about Culhane's father.

He's quite ill, sir.

If Culhane realizes the connection

between his father's disease
and what C.A. covered up,



it might not be so easy
to handle this time.

You're not the firstborn Carrington,
Steven.

There was a baby boy.

He was Adam.

He was kidnapped.

A P.I. had tracked him to El Paso.

So we can't even be friends?

I don't think you qualify
for that position, Fallon.

I've been told I'm a terrible friend.

See, that's not true.
I see you, Fallon Carrington.

She fit.

Flashing back to my
earliest childhood memories,

and I have definitely lost my appetite.

Can't she do that anywhere else?



You know, Gustav said that these floors

are more shock absorbent
than the ones in the loft.

There isn't enough padding
in the world to absorb you.

I thought this was Steven's
going-away breakfast,

not a retirement home
revival of Flashdance.

Going away?

Going to D.C. to meet
with our federal reps

about getting more technology
education in schools.

As part of my campaign,
I want to make sure

that Atlanta's students
stay competitive.

Relax, Steven,

no one's recording.

Well,

I, for one, am so proud of you.

And I'm doubly glad to
join you for breakfast.

Oh, for the love of God.

Too late.

Could you pass the orange juice, Celia?

Rude.

Oh, sorry. Cristal.

A little birdie told me that
you used to go by Celia.

I see why you changed it.
It sounds like that disease

when people pretend
they can't eat bread.

I'll take my breakfast upstairs.

What? Lots of people go by other names,
nicknames, middle names.

Hmm, this is a fun icebreaker.

Liam, what's your middle name?

- Well, it's...
- Doesn't have one.

You sure about that, Fallon?

It takes longer to adopt a dog than
it took my daughter to marry you.

Okay. We're tapping out, too.

But if Liam and I need any
advice on how to grow old alone,

we'll be sure to ping you. Steven,

- I'll miss you at the La Perla party.
- Buy me something

- Dad would never wear.
- Well, it's their women's line,

but okay.

Sure you don't want me to come with you?

I just bought a pair of Italian
leather oxfords that would look

so good strolling down
the National Mall.

It's not the kind of
mall you think it is.

Maybe next time.

Call me when you get there.

I hope you find what we're looking for.

Oh!

Where's all the help?

Wow. Breakfast in your
house is a contact sport.

Oh, well,
breakfast is just the undercard.

Dinner is the most dangerous game.

Look, speaking of...
I wanted to ask you a question.

Uh-oh.

It's nothing bad, I hope.

It's just awkward because, well,

we're already married.

HPV? I'm vaccinated.

Our fake marriage contract ends soon.

So before I turn back into a frog,

I thought we could have a date.

Say, tomorrow night?

Oh. No.

I mean,

I can't, because of the La Perla thing.

Right, right, that.

That's not a thing that
requires my attendance, is it?

It's not in your contract, no.

- Okay.
- But maybe I could spare

some time tonight for my spouse.

Where to?

The Optimist? Aria?

Actually, I thought I'd cook for us.

Oh.

Wouldn't it be funny, if,
just as our contract was ending,

- we actually...
- Shh. Don't jinx it.

See you at 8:00.

I need a dress,

I need shoes,

I need a hero.

Yes, yes and hell yes.

I look like Hillary Clinton
dipped in Elton John.

It's a dinner date,
not the Republican Convention.

I mean,
if you're trying to get preggers.

Well, at least I have a belt
to hold my pride together.

I already wore half these things
for he who shall not be named.

Culhane?

I get it now.

What we need is something that says,

"I'm not wearing this for you,
I'm wearing it for me,

"but I might let you unzip it

if I think you're worthy of consent."

Sounds like someone has
the first date jitters.

What? We both know this isn't just about

keeping up appearances anymore.

You like your husband,

and it's obvious that he likes you, too.

Get back to work.

What about this?

Done.

Dress, shoes, jewelry.
My work here is finished.

Nope. I actually need one more favor.

I was supposed to go to the Colby Co.
board meeting with my lawyers

to make Jeff an offer to sell
him back my 25% of his company.

What?
Technically, you still work for me.

Yeah, but you lost me at percentages.

Well, all you have to do is go
with my gaggle of lawyer nerds

and be my eyes and ears.

You have my proxy, go make me proud.

And wear a suit.

You're a professional.

We don't all get to look fabulous.

Put this in the care package we're
sending to the Culhane family.

At a time like this,
I don't want them worrying about money.

Very generous, sir.

How is Culhane's father doing?

Is the clinical trial
we got him into helping?

Anders?

Door, please?

Culhane still doesn't
want Fallon to know.

I understand they're not
in a good place right now,

but Culhane can't keep
this from her forever.

Well, we have to respect his wishes,

given everything he's dealing with.

Or maybe you don't want
Fallon to know the truth?

Blake, the only reason that I agreed

not to say anything to
Culhane in the hospital

is because you promised
we'd talk about this.

Culhane's father

is the 16th adult in Clarke County
to be diagnosed with cancer.

I'm aware.

So maybe you also remember

that when I started working in PR,

I ran interference on a
story about our power plant

in Clarke County.

You were just doing your job,
and doing it well.

The science linking our chemical
waste to those patients is weak.

Because C.A. made it look weak.

It's an epidemic.

We have to come forward with this.

That could trigger a
class action lawsuit

that would cripple the company.

So could a cover-up if this got out.

Why do I get the feeling
that this is about

more than just C.A.?

Because it is.

Will you at least think
about doing the right thing?

I don't have to think about it.

I'm in.

Let's just figure out a
smart way to move forward.

Oh, Liam,

I didn't see you there,

sharpening that rather large knife,

alone, in this dark basement.

Yes, this is where I come every
night to prepare my weapons

for the massacre I'm planning.

I'd tell you more,
but then I'd have to kill you.

But since it's a massacre,
you were gonna die anyway, so...

I'm cooking dinner for Fallon tonight.

I needed a good fillet
knife for the fish.

Of course you do.

You sure know how to handle that thing.

A few summers ago,
I was almost sous chef

at Le Chateaubriand in Paris.

The massacre story somehow
sounds more convincing.

Well...

everybody tells little white lies.

Some more readily than others.

C'est la vie.

A curious boy, isn't he?

You need to find a hobby.

I have a hobby.

I mean, apart from interfering
with your children's love lives.

Anders, how long
have they known each other?

The other night,
I overheard them when I was...

Eavesdropping?

Did you learn nothing from Hamlet?

Who is this Liam Ridley?

The name's cherry-picked
out of a romance novel.

I can't read his face.

Not because of Botox,
'cause he's too young.

Or is he?

I have a sixth sense when
it comes to con artists.

I hate to resort to grade school idioms,

but it takes one to know one.

Look, I know
you've sworn off helping me,

but it is a mother's job
to protect her daughter.

Is it, now?

I admire your midlife career change.

I am happy that Fallon's happy.

And you should be, too.

Her breakup with Culhane
was particularly painful.

I'm pleased to see that
she seems to be moving on.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I need to find some red ribbon.

You look absolutely stunning.

I know.

Are you lurking in the foyer to tell me

that my skirt's too short?

I never did that.

I would have told you
to hike it shorter.

Fallon,
I want to talk to you about Liam.

Are you sure his name is Liam?

I mean, have you called it out

in a crowd to see if he turns around?

- Mother.
- I hear he's cooking you

dinner tonight, so there is a chance
he might be trying to poison you,

but I think it's good

that you're taking
your mind off Culhane.

You know, it's okay to enjoy life.

Nice try.

But Culhane and I are over.

It's old news.

I heard.

But I meant because
Culhane's father's so sick.

- What?
- He's on his deathbed.

You didn't know?

Oh, my, of course you didn't,

or you wouldn't be going on a date.

Dinner is served.

Hmm. Smells delicious.

You two lovebirds have fun tonight.

Shall we?

Wow.

So, it is a six-course tasting menu,

each course representing a
different geographical region

- with wine pairings.
- _

Oh, that's actually for
the grilled lamb chop.

Oh. Well...

never get between a
Carrington and her Cabernet.

Oh, okay. You know what, it's fine.

Why don't I just serve the first course?

So, this is sea bream, two ways.
Little yuzu,

- little bergamot jelly. Try it.
- Okay.

It's meant to be chewed,

but you do you.

Exactly. I'm the kind of girl who's
good with a quick handful of bacon.

Uh, okay.

We can start on the lobster
ravioli if you like.

Oh, man. I'm already pretty full.

Fallon, are you okay?

I'm sorry.

I just got some bad news about Culhane.

You mean the guy you
actually wanted to marry

before you married me.

His father is dying.

And I just feel like
I need to go make sure

that Michael's all right.

It's okay. I get it.

Thanks.

And I really am sorry.

Shall I release the kitchen staff?

I don't know.

Are you hungry?

I generally take my meals downstairs.

Please, this isn't Downton Abbey.

Is that braised lamb chops?

Grass-fed on the Coromandel Peninsula.

I thought I smelled home.

Paired with a Chilean Cabernet.

Well done, young man.

- Dinner over so soon?
- I need to talk to Culhane.

Do you know which
hospital his father is in?

I do.

I can see that you're upset.

How about I drive?

I hate to drag you out so late, Jim,

but this is a urgent
and sensitive issue.

That's no problem.

I always have time for the boss
and COO, of course.

Uh, you don't mind
if we record this, do you?

No, not at all.

Cristal and I have talked.

And we think it's time
for Carrington Atlantic

to take full responsibility

for the environmental impact
we've had on Clarke County.

Chemical waste from our plant

has, unfortunately, come in contact

with the groundwater supply there

and people are getting sick.

And how long have you
two known about this?

Too long.

When I first started working
at Carrington Atlantic in 2013,

I killed a story about the
Clarke County health crisis.

Even though you knew
C.A. was responsible

for making people sick?

- I was just trying to do my job.
- Of course.

Look, the point is,
we're gonna make it right.

Come on.
It's not like we're Big Tobacco.

Mm, right. People choose to smoke.

Whatever it takes, we're gonna fix this.

Yes, we are.

You know,
there is something off about him.

Do you know anything about his past?

And did you know he could cook an egg,

let alone cook a six-course meal?

So he surprised me with
an unexpected skill.

I mean, things could be worse.

That's what I'm afraid of.

And Liam could be the one.

But I haven't seen that sparkle

in your eye when you talk about him.

How would you know what I
look like when I'm in love?

Hmm. When I told you that
Culhane's father was ill,

I thought I saw it.

And for a moment, you seemed warm?

Very unlike you, and here we are,
racing to see Culhane.

You're about as transparent
as a hooker's negligee.

First you tried to get rid of Sam,
now Liam.

I don't need love advice
from a woman who thinks

that "as long as we both shall live"

means until happy hour.

Fine, I'm done.

But in my defense,
my mother didn't give a rat's ass

who I wanted to marry.

All she cared about were dollar signs.

You almost married someone else?

No wonder you hated
being married to Dad.

I didn't.

He gave me you.

Just stay in the car.

- Good talk.
- Uh-huh.

What the hell do you want?

We're here for the board meeting.

I'm Fallon's proxy.

She sent her errand boys?

Senior executive assistant and
I think you've met her lawyer,

Mr. Hirshey and his associates.

Mr. Colby,
is there a board meeting tonight?

I canceled it.

Must've forgot to call the bitch.

Ms. Carrington

has a proposal for you,
board meeting or not.

She's offering to sell you back

her portion of Colby Co.

The portion she stole?

That's nice.

I have a counteroffer.

One dollar.

So, that's a hard no?

Fallon Carrington didn't
just steal 25% of my company.

She stole my family,

my pride.

I'm not letting her play me ever again.

My offer stands at one dollar.

That's what you want me to tell Fallon?

Yeah, that's what
I want you to tell Fallon.

And if she wants to discuss it further,

she can meet me tomorrow
night for drinks.

Yeah, I don't think
drinks are a good idea.

Why not?

I'll be thirsty.

Michael. It's Alexis.

Carrington?

Fallon's mother.

Could we talk?

Fallon.

Mrs. Culhane, hi.

How are you?

We're getting through it,

thanks to your family in no small way.

My family?

Your father and Cristal.

Oh, well, I only just found out.

I would have been here sooner.

Michael wanted to keep it private.

Is he here?

Now isn't a good time, dear.

Well, I just want to let him
know that I'm here for him.

Well, that's what you want,
but it isn't what Michael needs.

He needs to spend these
last precious moments

with his father.

And I'm not here to disturb any of that.

You won't mean to, but you will.

I can see how hurt you are

that you weren't the first to know.

But it isn't about you right now.

It's about our family.

I hope you know how much
I care about your son.

And I know how much he cares about you.

And that's why I need
you to let go of him.

Go.

Be with your husband.

I'm so sorry about your father.

Ms. Carrington, why are you here?

Fallon found out about your dad.

I'm not sure how,

but she's been trying
to reach you all day

and when she couldn't...

Is Fallon upstairs?

Yeah. You just missed her.

Well, maybe that's for the best.

Fallon loves you.

I mean, I believe that she does.

Last time I checked,
Fallon was married to Liam.

She doesn't love him.

She loves you.

It's too late.

Let's go home.

So, dish. Did the dress slay?

I torpedoed the whole night

by rushing off to see Culhane

because I found out his dad is dying.

That's awful.

But you can't blame yourself
for caring about an ex.

Why not? I'm sure Liam does.

If you're into Liam,
and we both know you are,

just ask him out again.

Every couple deserves
a second first date.

How did the board meeting with Jeff go?

It didn't.

He canceled it and
forgot to let you know.

Um, "forgot"?

Jeff's a Dumpster fire.

He's partying way too hard.

Well, what did he say about my offer?

He, uh, first ripped it up

and then he said he'd pay you a dollar.

It was honestly kind of sad.

Of course it was.

Have you never heard of
faking a death spiral

to lower the takeover
value of a company?

Sounds like a one percent problem.

Jeff didn't forget to tell me

that he canceled the board meeting.

He wants us to think that
he's leaving Las Vegas

so I agree to lower my asking price.

And you fell for it, hook, line, sinker.

Mm, I don't know.

You never trust anyone.

Why do people keep saying that?

I am right about Jeff.

And I'm right about Liam.

You know,
this leftover ravioli isn't half bad.

Is that your way of saying sorry?

It's fine.

Anders ended up dining with me.

He's no Fallon,
but he's a good conversationalist

and an excellent spooner.

You're telling me.

Look,

last night, I was holding onto the past.

And, if you twist my arm,

I might even say that this...

Whatever this is.

...might have some potential.

Maybe.

So, what do you think?

Second attempt at a first date?

Give a girl a do-over?

Okay.

We're going to the La Perla party.

Fallon...

I don't even know what La Perla is.

Well, I'm not taking no for an answer.

Get suited and booted.
We leave in an hour.

Jim, I'm glad you're here.
I wanted to run the language

of our big announcement
by the two of you.

Unfortunately,
it might be a bit premature

for an announcement.

And why is that?

Because, before we announce anything,

I'm recommending C.A.
undertake a private

environmental study of Clarke County.

To determine exactly which chemicals are

responsible for making people sick.

And how long they've been present.

And how long will that take?

Uh, a study like that?
Couple years, minimum.

There's thousands of soil samples,

historical data.

Well, we don't have years, Jim.

This is too important.

Well, I-I understand,
but it's irresponsible

to our shareholders,

and the people affected, to go public

with a major announcement like
this when we still don't know

exactly what's making people sick.

As much as I hate to say it,
I think Jim has a point.

We need all the facts.

The longer we wait, the more people die.

We need to do the right thing.

And we will.

Just as soon as the study is concluded.

Until then... we wait.

No.

Blake, yesterday you admitted
to me and Jim, on the record...

Unfortunately, Cristal,
you admitted it, too.

On the record.

You're both on the hook for this.

You were never gonna go public,
were you?

You just wanted me to go
on the record with you

so you could blackmail me into silence.

Now you're being paranoid.

Go to hell.

What are you doing here?

A word of advice, dear.

Leave the business to Blake.

Get the hell out of my house.

Blake's house. I was just leaving.

I have a trunk show to attend.

How's D.C.?

Well, it looks
an awful lot like El Paso.

I did talk to that P.I.

Well, the reason that he thought

Adam might be in El Paso
is because he tracked

one of the suspected kidnappers here.

A guy named John Miller.

Well, did you find him?

Well, not exactly.

John Miller is a pretty common name.

I found about 200 listings here, but...

I eliminated anyone that was
too young, too old,

or didn't fit the profile,

and I got it down to about 25.

I don't know. It's too risky.

I'll be careful.

Oh, I mean I don't want
you to be disappointed.

I ran out of money,
but I also ran out of hope.

Do you know how many people
took advantage of me,

a grieving mother?

Don't worry, that's why I'm here now.

Thank you, Steven.

I'm sure if anyone
can find your brother, it's you.

Ms. Carrington.

- Fallon, over here.
- Ms. Carrington.

Give us a good shot.

Fallon, wonderful.

Ms. Carrington...

Fallon, you're looking gorgeous.

Hey.

Fashion events may not
be in your contract,

but red carpets are.

Paragraph three.
It helps with my business.

That's why you don't want
me stealing your spotlight.

Aw. How cute that you think you could.

- Ms. Carrington.
- Ms. Carrington.

Yes, we're very excited to
see what Julia has in store...

There she is!

Who are you wearing?

La Perla, of course.

My dear friend Julia
Haart dressed me herself.

Wait, is that true?

Or is your mother spying on us?

Both, I'm afraid.

- Julia. Oh...
- Been so long.

Let's go get a drink.

Thank you.

Oh, my God,
I knew this would be your color.

Unbelievable.

You should have totally
been one of my models.

Look at you.

I'm a fool for losing touch with you.

My ego suffered for it.

Didn't I read in Quest that
you were spotted with Blake?

You two aren't back together, are you?

Oh, no, no, no.

Blake's still with Cristal.

Sweet thing that he'll
discard once he sours on her.

No, I'm back for my children.

Ah, and Fallon is such a doll.

And, literally,
the perfect face for my brand.

Sexy, savvy, no-nonsense businesswoman.

I thought that was me.

She is you.

And I heard Fallon got married.

When can I meet the lucky man?

He's no one you'd know, unfortunately.

Shall we sit down?
Come on, let's go sit down.

I thought we were just
stopping in for a second.

Hey, let me get a drink.

This isn't exactly Jeff's fashion scene.

Well, I might have told him
you were going to be here.

Oh, so he wanted me to
see a public performance

of his Colby Co. death spiral?

Well, he's really selling it
with Tart One and Tart Two.

Doesn't look like he's faking anything.

- That's what I said.
- Oh, please.

We're getting two shows for
the price of one tonight.

What's your deal?

Is your ex-girlfriend here,

or are you always this shady in public?

Sorry, I was just reading
about all the fabrics.

There are so many.

Fallon.

You lied.

You stole from me.

That's extortion.

I'm not buying this little
rock-bottom performance.

My asking price stands. Now, scooch,

you're blocking my view.

Whoa, easy.

Well, if it isn't #TheRealMrFallon.

Is that Jeff Colby?

And that's Jack Lowden.

Standing in front of Fallon.

Fallon's husband?

She married Jack Lowden, the writer?

He did a piece on my company last year.

Okay, enough, you two!

Liam, sit.

Sit, stay.

How does it feel to be
another one of Fallon's pets?

That's funny.

I was about to ask
you the same question.

Jeff...

Come on, man, my shoes!

Well, it's clearly time to get
out of the Jeff Colby business.

I'll lean on my lawyers, lower the price

to a place where even he can't say no.

I should have listened to you, Sam.

Mm. Apologies don't get vomit
out of bedazzled rhinestones.

But I'm glad you've seen the light.

Oh, and you...

The hot-headed husband
of my adolescent dreams.

You're welcome.
Now, we should get going.

Just let me say my good-byes first.

But the night is young.

Follow up on the Colby Co. deal,

and whatever you do, don't you dare
take those shoes home with you.

I'll have them pull the car around.

Okay?

What do you think you're doing?

Recycling, ma'am.

My name is Cristal Carrington.

I'm COO of Carrington Atlantic,
and those are my files.

So I need you to stop whatever
you're doing right now.

We can't do that.

Strict orders.

Who sent you?

Was it Blake?

That's above my pay grade.

And yours.

Are we done here?

Julia... I'm so sorry.

I feel like I ruined the whole night.

Silver lining? Someone caught
the whole debacle on video,

and it's already gone viral.

La Perla is trending,

and everyone's going
crazy over my clothes.

And by the way, kudos on landing Jack.

- Quite the catch.
- I'm sorry, who?

Jack Lowden, your husband.

Oh, no, my husband is Liam Ridley.

Julia, could I have a word
with my daughter alone, please?

- Of course.
- Thanks.

It was so good to see you.

Yes.

What's going on?

It turns out that Julia knows Liam.

Well, Jack Lowden. He's a journalist.

He profiled her company just
last year for Vanity Fair.

So? Jack is probably Liam's pen name.

I was hoping so, too,

but I just got off the phone with
my dear friend at HarperCollins.

Jack Lowden just received
a seven-figure advance

for a tell-all book

about a wealthy,
dysfunctional American family.

Well, that doesn't mean it's our family.

I mean, I can name at least
ten others on Bravo alone.

Did you really never stop to question

why he married you so quickly?

It's not like he was taking
notes this whole time, he was...

Enjoying himself? Falling in love?

I'm so sorry, Fallon.

He's using you to make millions
off the Carrington name.

- Here are the keys, sir.
- Thanks, man.

Have a good evening.

Hey, good timing. Car just got here.

Tell me it's not true.

Tell me you haven't been lying
to me since the day you met me.

Whoa, Fallon, what's going on?

Tell me you aren't a
journalist named Jack Lowden.

Because if you are,
that means my mom is right,

and I really don't want her to be right,
for so many reasons.

I'm also Liam Ridley.

I can't believe this.

My full name is Jack Liam Ridley Lowden.

Okay? "Liam Ridley" gave me a
clean slate, but professionally,

everyone still knows me as Jack.

Why did you need a clean slate?

My family's a tremendous mess.

And I changed my name
to get away from that.

Haven't you ever wanted
to be free of your family?

Look, I have used my family as an excuse

for plenty of bad decisions,

but I never pretended
to be someone I'm not.

Did you know who I was when we met?

Did you target me?

No.

Look, I mean, I knew who you were.

You're Fallon Carrington.

Look, I don't know
what your mother told you,

but I'm still me.

All right? We can still be us.

How?

It was all a lie.

It was all a lie anyway, Fallon!

What, our fake marriage, the contract?

If you ever publish a word
about me or my family,

I will bankrupt you, Harper and Collins

with lawsuits for libel and defamation.

Oh, Fallon.

I can explain the book.

If it weren't for you leeching on us

for your stupid story... Distracting me,

when I could have been
there for Culhane.

Right.

I was just a distraction.

You were a mistake, Liam.

Or Jack or whatever your name is.

But at least our contract is over.

Now you can get the hell out of my life.

You're usually a champagne girl.

I'm not exactly feeling bubbly.

You hired those men
to destroy everything

related to Clarke County, didn't you?

That's obstruction of justice.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You think you're so clever.

So much smarter than everyone else.

But tonight,

when you had those men
destroy every shred

of incriminating evidence...

...you made a big mistake.

Now there's no record

of you and I admitting
personal culpability.

Which means there's nothing
stopping me from going public

with the epidemic.

Then, it's a good thing...

...that I kept this.

When I first started working

at Carrington Atlantic in 2013,
I killed a story

about the Clarke County health crisis.

Even though you knew C.A.

was responsible for making people sick?

I was just trying to do my job.

So...

if you ever do decide to
make trouble for C.A...

...you will be the first one
they fit for an orange jumpsuit.

Do you hear the way that
you're talking to me?

I'm your wife.

And I love you.

But don't pretend that you're innocent.

You were the one waiting in the dark,

drinking my Scotch.

You're not the man I married.

I'm exactly the man you married.

And you came into this relationship

eyes wide open;
don't try to shut them now.

Ever since Alexis invaded this house...

Don't put this on Alexis.

For all her faults, at least she understands
the concept of family loyalty.

The anger will pass.

I'm not angry, Blake.

I'm scared.

Scared of you.

Well...

...you should be.

Yeah?

- John Miller?
- Nope.

Mr...

Mr. Miller, it's important that we talk.

Thank you.

Uh, I just have a few questions.

I'm not Miller.

He was the tenant before me.

How long ago was that?

I've been here five years, so...

Do you know what happened to him?

Did he leave anything behind?

Nope.

Okay.

Thanks for your trouble.

He did have a sister.

I used to forward his mail there.

Where?

What's going on?

You said Fallon was gonna be here.

Turns out, she doesn't want to see you.

Here's the annulment papers.

Fallon and I never got
around to filing them.

Well, it's high time they were.

A few rubber stamps,
and it'll be as if you never happened.

Fallon doesn't think
you deserve this check,

but a deal is a deal.

You can keep it.

It'll make for a good bookmark.

It's my manuscript.

Are you a speedy typist?

I wrote it before I even came here.

I don't understand.

My book's not about your family.

It's about mine.

I should've told Fallon.
I take full responsibility for that.

But give her that book for me,

maybe she'll understand why I didn't.

When does the book actually come out?

It doesn't.

Not anymore.

My family's dysfunctional

and has certainly caused
their share of drama.

But you know what?

I think the Carringtons might be worse.

And Fallon lived through that,

and she made herself the
woman that she is today.

Fallon wants to give
you a second chance.

You know, it got me thinking,

maybe I should reconsider
my family, too.

I don't know, maybe someday
Fallon will give me another shot.

I am a big believer in second chances.

Good news.

Jeff agreed to your
reduced asking price.

And he's already wired the money.

Great.

What?

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yep.

What's wrong?

And why are you snuggling
Bo and not Liam?

His name's not Liam.

What do you mean?

Liam Ridley's real name is Jack Lowden,

and he is a journalist
who got a huge advance

to write a book about the Carringtons.

He Roman Holidayed you?

- Well, I hate to say it, but...
- Yeah.

I know.

My mom was right.

And I really liked Liam.

Or... Jack.

He had really nice hands.

You know, my mother never
taught me how to tie my shoes

or use a tampon,
and she certainly never taught me

how to like a boy in a normal fashion.

Or maintain a relationship
to save my life, but...

I thought the upside of not
really being raised by her

is that I wouldn't become her.

Well, you're not.

And we're not supposed to
see our mothers in the mirror

until we're middle-aged.

But I already do.

Mr. Lowden.

The jet's fueled and waiting,
per your instructions.

Where to?

Let's go home.

_

When I was a little girl,
my mother told me

a woman begins her young
adult life being soft,

loving and giving.

Fallon?

Alexis.

And then,
what it all comes down to, finally,

is: use or be used.

Let's get you back on your feet.

We have work to do.