Dynasty (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Wild Ghost Chase - full transcript

- Previously on Dynasty...
- Mr. Carrington, on the charge

- of murder, how do you plead?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.

Your request for bail is denied.

I'm remanding you back into custody.

- STEVEN: Melissa.
- You're not the father, Steven.

- My gyno is.
- JEFF: Police will find evidence

that Adam was involved

- in my disappearance.
- DOMINIQUE: Jeff won't be

a problem anymore.

DAPHNE: Your building will be designated

a historical landmark.



GENIE: My great-grandfather Bernard

was an advocate for
gay conversion therapy.

SAM:
Our only option is to cancel Media Day.

You do not want to mess with

the president of the
Historical Alliance.

FALLON:
I have made many bad choices in my life,

but I am ready to atone.

I'm sentencing you to 100
hours of community service.

- I was supposed to be there for Blake.
- They made me

acting CEO of the winery.

Considering you're not a Carrington.

Blake Carrington, will you marry me?

♪ Want you to feel my cry, ooh-ow ♪

♪ Want you to feel my cry, ooh-ow ♪



♪ Want you to feel it. ♪

Buenos dias, Mrs. Carrington.

Mm, has a nice ring to it.

Actually, it makes me think of Alexis.

I may have to stick with Cristal.

But, speaking of rings,
you need a welder's mask

to look at that thing. Thank you.

Feels a little strange wearing
it while Blake's still in jail.

Honey, you don't buy ten
karats to keep it in the box.

Blake would want you to wear it,
trust me.

In fact, we should
celebrate this good news.

It would feel even
stranger to have a party

while he's in jail.

Totally agree. But it wouldn't be

strange for me to host

a small, intimate Halloween
hang tomorrow night, would it?

How small and intimate?

- Oh, 300 of my nearest and dearest.
- Yeah.

Count me out.
I'm definitely not partying

- while Blake is in jail.
- Really? Seems like

the perfect time to me.

Oh. Don't go all wicked
stepmother on me now.

Fallon, do you want to help me plan?

'Cause I have a lot of
things to do at the hotel.

No. Not interested.

I find it's best to let the gays

handle this holiday on their own.

The only thing I'll be prepping
for are my days of atonement.

- What, you're fasting?
- No, not the Jewish kind.

I'm going to visit Annie Tate
later to apologize again.

Hopefully we won't need
paramedics this time.

And then there's the whole
Culhane situation to deal with.

But first

I have to go start community service.

- What?
- Are you really gonna do that?

I thought it was just symbolic.

Don't you have lawyers
to get you out of that?

I don't want to get out of it.
I want to do it.

That's why I confessed.
To pay my debts to society.

Not to have some lawyer
get rid of it for me.

Are you sure you're cut
out for that kind of work?

I'm going to the rec center.

At worst, I'll be teaching some kids

how to swing a tennis racket.

ADAM: Ugh... I guess it's the kids

we should be worried about.

Or I could grab my racket right now

and show you my forehand, up close.

Ooh, such a temper.

I see now why Laura Van Kirk
needed a restraining order.

- What?
- Not surprised.

Is that supposed to be a secret?
Oops. My bad.

You know, I also heard
that Laura had to put a bed

in the hospital room,
which means you're not even able

to see Liam. Tough break.

Well, don't worry, okay?

'Cause it's temporary.
And Liam will be discharged

from the hospital soon,
and I will be at his doorstep

the moment he gets home.

I'm gonna go. Enjoy your meal.
Or choke on it.

And on that note, I'm already
late for a meeting at the hotel.

Ciao-ciao.

Cristal.

I see you're having
entitlement for breakfast.

Didn't take you long to get comfortable

in my father's chair.

Don't be jealous.

I'm sure we can find you
a high chair somewhere.

(SNORING)

(GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

Your snoring kept me up all night.

Again. Next time you
won't come up for air.

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Carrington.

You got a visitor.

(LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS)

DOMINIQUE: I want power of
attorney over Jeff's accounts

- so I can access his money.
- That won't be easy.

I know. That's why I called you.

There's not a lot I can
do without a signature.

You're a lawyer.
Draft something that will fly in court.

If a signature is our biggest problem,

we have nothing to worry about.

You know this is going
to cost you, right?

You'll get paid once I get paid.

(LOCK BUZZES)

(GROANS)

Why is there no glass?

I always wanted to use one
of those phones, you know?

And then put my hand up on the window,

like we were in a Lifetime movie.

You know, the father
who abandons his daughter,

then gets arrested for murder?

- What do you want, Fallon?
- I need a favor.

Do I look like I'm handing
out favors right now?

Well, you owe me. I saved your ass.

When I went to the police
and I told the truth

about Trixie, I told them
that Mack dumped her body

in the lake and not you?

Oh, thank you.
Y-You deserve a billion dollars.

Oh, wait, I already gave you that.

I want Adam out of the house. Now.

- Fallon, I don't have time.
- Seems like you've got

nothing but time,
unless there's an escape meeting

you're late to.
He is messing with my life.

I admit that Adam has made mistakes.

But he's helping me now.

As acting CEO of the winery.

Because in case you haven't noticed,
I'm in jail!

Hey, take it easy, Shawshank.

Listen, we all have to pay
for our sins, okay?

For instance,
I start community service today,

which is basically the same thing

- without the communal showers.
- Really?

Because I know you're just
gonna pay your supervisor

to say you did your hours;
I know how you operate.

Why does everybody think
that I can't do this?

I turned myself in
because I want to atone.

And that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

You'll see. You'll all see.

I am gonna deal with Adam on my own.
Thanks for nothing!

- (BANGS ON TABLE)
- (LOCK BUZZES)

ANDERS: Sam, have you seen

this invoice from our contractor?

- Sounds like your department.
- It is.

And now, thanks in no small part
to items like the Zellige tile

that you shipped all
the way from Morocco,

we're way over budget.

Can you really put a price on beauty?

Yes, you can, actually.
It's right there.

We can't keep spending like this.

You're gonna have to scale
back the renovations.

Anders, I don't have time
for budget issues right now.

The president of the Historical
Alliance is due any minute now,

and I need to get my charm game on

if I'm going to convince her
to revoke landmark status

- and cancel the media event for the homophobe.
- MELISSA: Sam?

So our paths cross yet again.

Isn't this a hoot?

Well, now you can call me
Madam President.

(TILE SHATTERING)

Excuse me? Hi.

Is this the community service check-in?

I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't realize

there would be no valet,
and I had to park so far away,

which is annoying,
because I left my racket in the car.

The name's Frank. And you are...?

Oh, Fallon Carrington.
Reporting for duty.

Got it. Follow me.

Uh, Frank?

Isn't the rec center that way?

Aren't those underprivileged kids

in need of some physical fitness?

Must've been a change.

They got you working out
in the community garden.

Okay. Yeah. Not a problem.

I would have upped my SPF, but...

Look, you need to complete
a certain number of hours

per week to fulfill your service.

Non-completion can result in jail time.

Now, you have two days
to fix this area up

before I sign the weekly
hours for your judge.

Okay.

Yeah. I can trim a few roses
and plant a few daisies.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, my God, what is that?

This is your home for the next two days.

Oh, no, no.
Orange isn't really my palate.

Well, we all have our crosses
to bear, don't we?

This is bull...

♪ ♪

Well, I'm sorry to hear that
you and Steven split up,

but don't worry... I put on a few pounds

after my divorce as well.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, thankfully my settlement
provided some comfort.

I hear you had to move out of Buckhead?

Well, what's important is,
I came out the other side

- better than ever.
- Yes.

President of the Historical Alliance.

Do you get Secret Service with that?

Perhaps we could e-mail each
other the insults later.

And that way I could multitask
and continue the wonderful work

that the A.H.A. does.

It's not all so wonderful.

This hotel, the one you want
to give landmark status to,

do you know who designed and built it?

Yes, of course. Bernard McCarty.

He did a lot of wonderful
things for this city.

He also opened several
gay conversion camps.

It's not exactly someone I want

to celebrate or honor in my hotel.

Well, I certainly don't agree
with his personal beliefs.

But I have a job to do,
and that job entails recognizing

the historical
significance of this hotel.

Significant because of a bigot.

- You have to cancel.
- Cancel?

Don't be ridiculous.

Dozens of media outlets
are covering the event.

Distinguished guests have been invited.

The mayor is planning to attend.

We simply cannot cancel.

We could. You just don't want to.

(SIGHS) My crew is already
hanging the plaque.

As much as I love gay people,
and Lord knows

I have slept with my share of them,

this building is now a
designated historic landmark.

Please don't be a dead squirrel.
Please don't be a dead squirrel.

Ooh!

Oh. That's actually helpful.

(UP-TEMPO POP MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Because the rules gotta go ♪

♪ Are you ready to go? ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ And, no, I'm not gonna stop
till I've taken control ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ You know, you're playin' with fire ♪

♪ When you're playin' with me ♪

♪ And I'll be jumpin'
on fire if you pour gasoline ♪

♪ And now I'm done bein'
good because everyone knows ♪

♪ That, that bad girls go to heaven. ♪

This is impressive. (CHUCKLES)

You know, I didn't think
you'd last five minutes,

let alone be half done.

Yeah, well, I really wanted to create...

- Did you say half done?
- This plot's

looking great,
but you do know you're in charge

of both plots, right?

Yeah.

I see the method
to your madness, Franklin.

Don't show the worker bees
what's really in store

so as not to break them too fast. Yeah.

But I'll tell you what...
I shall not break.

In fact, I will clean that garden,

I will till that soil,
and as God is my witness,

I will create the best damn garden

the great state of Georgia
has ever... seen.

But not today. I have a meeting.

So much to atone for, so little time.

I got to get out of here before someone

actually tries to kill me.

I have a plan.

I did some digging on your judge,

and I think we have a
great case for bias.

We'll get you a new bail hearing
with a more lenient judge.

That could take weeks.

He has to get out of here now.

Cristal, I think it's best
you let me handle this.

Because you've handled
everything so well up to now.

If it wasn't for your bizarre
obsession with Fallon,

Blake wouldn't be here
in the first place.

I was simply getting a sentimental ring

out of the lake for my sister.

Even Fallon understands.

Really?

Then why was she here earlier,

demanding that I throw
you out of the manor?

Stop pretending that
your problems with her

haven't led to more
problems for all of us.

If you'd stayed out of the lake,
I'd be in Vail, not... prison.

Don't worry, Blake,

I have a plan to keep you safe.
Trust me.

FALLON: Excuse me?

Hi. I am looking for the
grief counseling meeting.

Right in there.

Fallon Carrington?

Evan Tate. Trixie's big brother.

Evan? Wow.
I'm sorry, I barely recognized you.

I mean, you look great,
it's just it's been a while.

Yeah, I guess it has.
Uh, what are you doing here?

Well, I know that your mom
comes to this group,

and I just wanted to
see how she was doing.

I mean, the last time I saw her,
she had a raging panic attack,

- which I might have caused, so...
- No, she's better.

Thanks.
Still panics, but that's mostly about

me never finding a girlfriend.

(CHUCKLES)

So, are you living in Atlanta again?

Moved back a few years ago.

Still doing the corporate lawyer thing.

So how was the meeting?

It was fine.

You know, after they, uh, found Trixie,

well, some bad memories came up for me.

I get it, and, Evan,
I'm so sorry about...

- It's okay, Fallon, you don't have to...
- No, no, no, no.

It's not okay, Evan.

I really screwed up.

You were probably pretty
scared that night.

You were young. It was an accident.

And... hating you isn't
gonna bring my sister back.

That's definitely a different
reaction than I got from your mother.

(EXHALES SHARPLY) Yeah.

- I, uh, heard about your community service.
- Yes, I'm, uh,

paying my penance in hopes
of putting this in the past.

I see. Well, good luck.

I hope you get the closure you need.

It was nice to see you, Fallon.

You look great, too.

Is this some sort of Halloween prank?

Sam, what the hell
happened to my plaque?

Oh, dear, that's unfortunate.

Unfortunate?

Do you mind telling me what's going on?

Well, it, um, looks like a
clumsy mistake from the painters.

Good help is so hard to find.

A clumsy mistake?

Who are you kidding with this?

I don't have time to get
a new plaque by tomorrow.

I guess this means you'll have
to cancel, huh? Shame.

This isn't gonna stop me.

I'll find a way to reschedule.

And I'll find a way to destroy
every plaque you try putting up.

Don't mess with me, Sam.

I don't stop until I get what I want.

Just ask your ex-husband.

Get the hell out of my hotel.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MONICA: You are not gonna believe this.

What's wrong? What happened?

I just had a chat with Cousin
Bobbi down at the police station.

Oh, did she find new
information on Jeff's case?

I got her to show me the evidence report

from Jeff's crime scene.

On the DL, obviously.

Adam's cuff link isn't on the list.

- Are you sure?
- I know how to read.

Without that cuff link,
there's nothing connecting Adam

to Jeff's disappearance.

The whole plan blows up.

Well, maybe they just
overlooked something.

We can't just give up.

I'm not giving up.

I'm gonna find out who
took that evidence.

It's me. Are we good to go?

NAOMI: Not exactly.

Do you know anything about
Jeff moving all of his assets

- into a trust account?
- No, and I don't care.

- Just tell me the paperwork is done.
- It's not.

I need the name and tax ID of the trust

to create the power of attorney.

Can you get a copy of it?

I don't know where Jeff
kept things like that.

Well, you better figure it out,

because without that information,

there's no POA, there's no money.

(CLATTERS)

Heard about your visit with Father.

(CHUCKLES) Don't be jealous.

It wasn't conjugal.

So, why would you ask him to
throw me out of the manor?

Because I hate you.

And thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

- Goodbye.
- You really need to stop blaming me

for everything that
goes wrong in your life.

Oh, no, no, no. I am taking
responsibility for my actions

and only blaming you for
things I know you did.

You know nothing because
you have no proof.

Oh, yeah.
That sounds like an innocent person.

You will regret trying to
separate me from Blake.

He named me

- CEO of the winery.
- Oh, yes.

I heard about that.

Good luck with that bathwater.

Why do you think we
drink so much champagne

around here?

The vineyard's the most important asset

that Father has left.

So while I'm working

to secure Father's future,

might not be best for
you to come after me.

Or I'll come right back after you.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You want to come after me?

Bring it on.

SAM: Why is it so quiet?

Where's the crew?

We can't fall behind.

They just stopped work.
Some sort of a permit problem.

I'm on hold with the city.

- Yes. Yes, I'm still here.
- What...

What kind of permit issue?

The kind where they've all been revoked.

I do have sway in certain circles.

No permits means no working

and, therefore, no clumsy mistakes.

- This is unacceptable.
- Well, accept it.

I've had the mayor's
schedule rearranged,

the press rebooked for tomorrow,

and there's a new plaque going up.

Voilà. Problem solved.

I always blamed your
horrible personality

on the hormones because
you were pregnant,

but now I realize
that's just who you are.

Well, you better tone down the
bitchiness for the dedication.

Why do you care so
much about this plaque?

History is the backbone of society.

You can't hide the truth,

- no matter how painful it may be.
- Please.

You were literally going
to let your child be raised

by a rich power gay
with a fancy last name,

so don't talk to me about truth.

That was different.

Oh, was it?

Because your lies started a
downward spiral for Steven

that led to our divorce and left me

with a void in my life and no purpose,

which is exactly why this hotel
is so important to me right now.

Well, the A.H.A.
is important to me, too.

And I'm not gonna let you

or anyone else destroy it.

When people figure out
who this guy really was,

they might boycott.

It could ruin my grand opening

and hurt business for years, Melissa.

Well, it's not my problem. If you

so much as get a fingerprint
on that new plaque,

I'll make sure that your
permits are never approved.

This place will be
nothing but a graveyard

for your money.

Or Steven's money, I guess.

(GRUNTS)

I thought I smelled
sulfur and brimstone.

Is she behind the permit situation?

Yes.

But if she can use her power for evil,

I can use my money for good.

Tell the crew I'll pay them
double to work without permits.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

After further review of our finances,

our cash flow is down to a trickle.

I am not gonna have my name associated

with a dead, homophobic
architect/city planner, Anders.

You may not have much of a choice.

You know what?

I do, actually.

I'm selling the hotel.

Find me a buyer. I'm out.

This shade works much
better with my complexion.

No wonder you're handling this
community service thing so well.

Actually, it's harder than I thought,

but that's only because
I came unprepared.

Today, I have a plan:
imported Dutch soil,

a Buddhist monk to bless the Zen garden,

and a crop-maximizing plan

designed by Atlanta's
top landscape architect.

Bringing the one percent to the 99%.

- Heroic.
- If everything goes

as planned,
I should have a version of my garden

done by tonight and
dodge another court date.

Ooh, don't say "court date."

Even with Blake in jail,

I'm a little nervous
coming back in this place.

FALLON: Oh, relax.

You're not trespassing. I called you.

And here's why.

Here you go.

- What's this?
- Well, it's an upgrade to your portfolio.

It's my shares of the Atlantix.

I want you to know how sorry I am

for my part in unwittingly

helping Blake frame you.

So you're now the majority
owner of the team.

MICHAEL: Wow.

(CHUCKLES): Apology accepted.

Jeff would have given you
his shares, too.

He'd be happy you're in charge.

Any update?

- I've been praying for your family.
- Nothing yet.

But thanks.

I'll keep on praying.

And I'm sorry

things got so bad between us.

Fresh start?

Fresh start.

Uh, I guess I got a team to run.

I can't thank you enough for this.

It's all a part of my atonement tour.

(LOCK BUZZES)

What's this all about?
Where are you taking me?

Cristal. What are you...?

Shh.

I reached out to your friend.

Warden Aldrich?

Convinced him to grant
us a little alone time.

- (SIGHS)
- In a place

with no guards

and no cameras.

This should help you make
it through the night.

(EXHALES) Oh, you're a genius.

Money still pays for some things.

You can put that away later.

Unless you were planning
to keep those pants on.

- Here you go.
- Appreciate it.

What the...?

Frank! Frank.

What the hell happened here?

You tell me, Little Miss Fancy Plants.

No, n-n-no. When I left last night,

my vertical garden
was actually vertical,

not some mangled heap of soggy trash.

- Guess it fell apart.
- Oh, you think?

Leaving the hose running all
night didn't help much either.

Are you sure you closed that gate?
I'm guessing the raccoons got in

- and had their way with the trash bins.
- Okay.

Well, it's not my fault
raccoons are garbage people.

- You're still gonna sign my form, right?
- Sure, yeah.

- Soon as you fix everything.
- What, like redo it?

There is no way I can finish this

before it gets dark,
and I need my form signed

in the morning for the judge,

- or I could go to jail.
- Sorry.

Don't do the crime if
you can't do the time.

DOMINIQUE: Damn it. I can't

find it anywhere.

NAOMI: Even if it takes a few days,

you'll still get your money.

You don't get it.

Monica is snooping around,

and if she figures out that
that cuff link was missing

before the cops got there,
she'll know I'm to blame. Okay?

We need to get this file before then.

Once I have the money,
the cuff links won't matter.

Try his office.

If you can get me a copy of
the trust tonight, I can file

with the court first
thing in the morning.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Oh, I got to go.

- I'll call you later.
- (FOOTFALLS APPROACHING)

Monica. You're back.

I've talked to every cop who was

at Jeff's crime scene, except for one.

- And?
- No one saw a cuff link,

but I still need to talk to
the first one on the scene.

- That should give me a definitive answer.
- Calm down.

Let me fix you a drink.

All right? You've got a lot going on.

You've been going nonstop.
I'm worried about you.

You look exhausted.

MONICA: Of course I'm tired,

but I still have work to do.

But you have to take care
of yourself, too.

And haven't you done enough for today?

I guess one drink couldn't hurt.

It will

definitely help,

quite a lot.

- FALLON: Happy Halloween, Tony!
- (GASPS)

Maybe, uh, drop the knife for a sec.

I come bearing gifts of opportunity

and cash.

I have a tiny little
favor to ask that pays big

should you choose to accept it.

I'm still pretty traumatized

from the favors your mom foisted on me.

You did favors for my...?

I don't want to know.

I just need you to work
your green thumb magic

on my community garden.

It was tragically destroyed by animals,
and it needs

some serious TLC tonight.

Sure, b-but as long as I
get to trick-or-treat first.

Aren't you a little old for that?

With my kids.

Another piece of the puzzle.
No, that's fine.

You can't go there till late anyway

because your involvement
in this must be top secret.

Okay? No one can see you.

Undercover landscaping mission?

Your whole life has
been leading up to this.

The moment this is over,
the cash better hit my account.

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

Guard!

Secure left, secure right.

We got a 10-53 in 14D.

10-53 in 14D. Inmate Carrington is down.

Can I help you?

Oh. You scared me.

I didn't know anyone else was here.

Well, neither did I.

- I'm...
- Michael Culhane. I know.

Jeff has told me all about you.

Although he didn't tell me
you look like this. I'm...

Dominique Deveraux.
Looks like our reputations precede us.

So, what are you doing in here?

Well, grasping at straws.

Jeff has been missing for a few weeks,

and the police have no leads,

so I thought they may
have missed something

and I was retracing all of his steps.

- Find anything helpful?
- Sadly, just another dead end.

I won't take up any more of your time.

Sorry to bother you.

(PRINTER WHIRRING)

(PHONE BUZZING AND RINGING)

(GROANS)

- Culhane?
- MICHAEL (OVER PHONE): Yeah.

Listen, I'm here at the Atlantix office,

and I just ran into your mom.

- Wait, hold on. My mother?
- She said she was searching

for clues on Jeff's whereabouts,
but it turns out

she pulled up information

on some kind of financial trust he had.

A trust?

Yeah, I'm not sure what it's about.

I thought you'd want to know.

Yeah. Thanks for the heads-up.

I came as soon as I heard.

You could have been killed.

I'm okay. I promise.

Would you give us a moment?

So?

It worked.

Due to this unfortunate incident,

plus Culhane attacking you,

the judge has agreed to grant bail

on the condition of house arrest,

for your own safety, of course.

Yes, and I have you to thank for it.

(MOANS)

Oh!

I think Billy enjoyed that
just a little too much.

Monica.

I was out printing
missing person posters

to put around town.
I didn't want to wake you when I left.

Guess I was more tired than I thought.
Unfortunately,

I missed my police meeting.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's probably for the best. You
clearly needed to get some rest.

Well, luckily, I'm rested enough to go

to the Carringtons' Halloween party.

Halloween? Oh, that's great.

You'll be able to let off some steam.

Actually, Fallon called to
offer a moment of silence

for Jeff during the party.

And I figure, if we're

gonna keep up the ruse,
we need to play concerned

sister and mother in public. Right?

Well, actually, uh,
I have a meeting tonight

and it's time-sensitive,
so you can represent the both of us.

Right?

Absolutely not.

We're a team, Mom.

("DEAD MAN'S PARTY"
BY OINGO BOINGO PLAYING)

♪ It's a dead man's party ♪

♪ Who could ask for more? ♪

♪ Everybody's coming... ♪

I may have some uplifting news to share.

What, you killed Melissa Daniels

and made it seem like an accident?

I fear she'll outlast us all. Actually,

I found a buyer for the hotel.

Oh, wow. That was fast.

You think I'm making a mistake,
don't you?

Do you think you're making a mistake?

You seem a bit uncertain.

No. No, it's just...

You know, what are you gonna do?

Because of me,
you lost the manor and the hotel.

You don't have to worry about me.

There's always a new adventure.
You'll see.

♪ Of what you can't see... ♪

You got to be kidding.

I know this isn't the most
conventional of meeting places,

but much like our wine,
I really wanted you to see

how spectacularly we
Carringtons do things.

Carrington spectacle is the
very thing we're worried about.

Instability within your family
presents a risk for sellers.

Well, allow me to show you how
stable this family really is.

Fallon.

What a wild coincidence.
You're dressed as...

Marie Antoinette, and you are Louis XVI,

her far less famous husband.

You do know that Louis was
killed way before Marie, right?

Yeah, but you know the French
beheaded Marie Antoinette

for incest, right?

How unfair is that?

Oh, my God.

Aw.

You look how I feel.

You feel like a sad, pathetic loser

that wishes candy corn
was sold year-round?

Well, not exactly. (SIGHS)

For some reason,
I thought I could handle

whatever the court threw at me,

especially when it
was community service.

And I really believed
that I could do it,

but turns out I couldn't even plant

a few flowers without
totally screwing it up,

which feels like a cosmic message.

Does that mean you're going to jail?

Nope. I'm taking the easy way out,

just like everyone said I would.

We all do what we got to, right?

Yeah, maybe. But look at you.

I mean, you're totally
killing it with your hotel.

You chose something meaningful,
and even though

we all doubted you... like, seriously,

we all talked about
it behind your back...

- you made it work.
- Well, actually,

- I, um...
- Sam, Sam, Sam.

- I'm proud of you.
- You really think that?

I haven't had nearly enough champagne

to blame it on the alcohol, so, yes.

Speaking of,

this is a 2010.

I'm gonna need the good
stuff to get through tonight.

Anders always kept a
secret stash in the pantry.

Who do these boots belong to?

They're Adam's.

He left them there when he
came in late last night.

That... bastard.

Raccoons didn't destroy my garden.

It was one particular rat.

Like I said, the cost-to-quality
ratio is unparalleled.

We're ready to prove to you

that the Carrington name is
still as valuable as ever.

Perhaps we were quick to
judge you and your family.

You slimy little snake!

When does the meddling stop?

And if the answer is "never,"

we should head down to the gun room

and settle this with a duel.

- What are you going on about now?
- You hired the divers

that started this
whole Trixie nightmare.

Then you had Laura Van Kirk take out

a restraining order against me.

And now you're sabotaging my garden?

In hopes of what... sending me to jail?

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

Oh, really? Huh.

Your muddy boots are even filthier

than your despicable morals.

As always, you're not nearly
as clever as you are loud.

My shoes got muddy yesterday

after I took a trip to the vineyard.

Oh, yeah. You expect me
to believe that? It was you.

Have you ever stopped to consider

that maybe your little
garden project failed

because you're a selfish,
spoiled little princess

who's never endured a single
day of hard work in her life?!

Excuse me a moment.

I hate you!

(GRUNTING)

Get off me!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

♪ ♪

I haven't even had a drink yet,

and people are already covered in cake.

Have you lost what's left of your mind?

Those are business clients over there!

FALLON: I don't care.

Let... them... eat... cake!

No! Oh.

(GROANING)

What the hell is going on in here?!

Stop it! Both of you!

Daddy, he... is deranged.

- I am telling you.
- No.

And wait. Why are you home?

Did you break out of jail or something?

I am home one minute

only to find the two of you
at each other's throats.

And in front of potential distributors,
no less.

- I was...
- Hey, no, no. No!

Go clean yourself up. Now!

And you...

(GROANS)

MELISSA: What is this?

The remains of your construction crew?

It's the closest thing
I could find to an olive branch.

Oh, please.
I didn't leave my other party

to come here and be besties.

Why did you call me?

I called the Historical Alliance.

I thought if I couldn't reason with you,

maybe the other members of
the board would listen to me,

and it turns out...
you're up for reelection,

and neck and neck with
your opposing candidate.

A great find like the McCarty
would give you the edge,

but if it slips through your fingers...

Is that a sad attempt at a threat?

Well, you said it yourself:
the A.H.A. is all you've got.

So what?
You're just gonna destroy us both?

(SCOFFS) No. We're going to compromise.

I won't fight

that stupid plaque any longer,

and the Alliance is
going to list my hotel

as the number one Must-Visit
location in Atlanta.

Well, aren't you clever.

If you're going to force
me to commemorate a bigot

on my property, I'm going to leverage it

into enough bookings to pay my bills.

Well, you know, I have to admit,

I have never seen you this confident.

It's... unbecoming.

Melissa.

What do you say?

Rumor has it you were stabbed?

Mm, yeah. It was a vicious attack.

Oh, yeah. Vicious enough

to grant you house arrest and bail.

- How serendipitous.
- (SIGHS)

Fallon, I'm really not in any mood.

I'm just looking for
some peace and quiet

until that party dies down.

We need to talk about Adam.

(SIGHS)

Well, at least you're consistent.

He's out of control.

I am not throwing him out of the manor.

- (SCOFFS)
- All right, but...

I agree with you.

Wait. What?

Adam is...

He's obsessed with sabotaging you.

I don't know why,
but I can't deny that anymore.

Wait, is this really happening?

I'll do my best to keep
the two of you apart.

- Thank you.
- Hey.

I'm proud of you

for tackling that gardening thing.

Path of least resistance
is very seductive,

and you didn't take it.

(INDISTINCT PARTY CHATTER)

Tony, I need you to stand down.

I repeat, stand down.

Again, I am so sorry
about what happened.

Please know this is not

a true representation of who we are.

I'm afraid, if the brand name is poison,

the wine never leaves the shelf.

We've lost confidence in Adam.

What if I stepped in
to handle your account?

Adam is clearly distracted.

He's really more of an interim CEO,

but his time is running
out and I'm looking

to take the company in a new direction.

One I think you'll be much happier with.

♪ ♪

Have some champagne.

I will not take the easy way out.

I will not take the easy way... out.

Okay. (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS, EXHALES)

Okay.

Oh. (GRUNTS) Rot in hell, Adam.

(RUSTLING NEARBY)

Hello?

Is someone there?

Evan?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I, uh, you know,

I thought I'd check out the garden,

see if there was a tribute
to Trixie in any way.

Why are you holding...?

Oh, my God.

It wasn't Adam.

It was you.

♪ ♪

I don't think our moment
of silence is ever coming.

It's been two hours,
and all we've gotten

is some bizarre interpretive reenactment

of the French Revolution.

I've got a better idea.

- Hmm?
- If we want people

to believe Adam is a viable suspect,

we have to push the narrative ourselves.

We need to accuse him of murdering Jeff,

and we need to do it now.

But we have to be strategic.

This is not the right place.

Seems like a perfect place to me.

Why don't you want to confront Adam?

Why are you protecting him?

I'm not. It's just...

Just what? What are you hiding?

MAN: Yeah, Dom.

Is there something
you'd like to tell us?

Boo.

- Why did you do this to me?
- Because this wasn't enough.

- I don't understand.
- No, you wouldn't understand, would you?

The mighty Carringtons
are never held responsible

for their actions.

That's not true.
I am taking responsibility

for my part in this.

I am trying to make good on my past

by accepting my punishment.

Yeah, but the punishment
didn't fit the crime.

- According to who?
- According to me!

Look, my family was torn apart by this.

I was torn apart by this.

I lost my sister all those years ago.

Don't you get it? This wasn't enough.

(SIGHS)

You're right.

It wasn't enough.

I mean,
nothing I ever do will be enough.

Nothing I ever do will
bring Trixie back.

I just thought that maybe by doing this

it would cleanse my soul or take away

a little tiny part

of the guilt that I feel
every second of every day,

but... no.

I mean, I was just kidding myself.

I guess I didn't realize...

...just how hurt you've
been by all this.

I thought it was just me, but, uh,

I was wrong.

Can you forgive me?

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Look at us.

Both asking forgiveness from each other,

and neither one of us is even Catholic.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry, I can't.

I have, um...

I have a fiancé. Liam.

He doesn't remember that
at the moment, but...

he is my fiancé.

Right. Right. Sorry.

Um... maybe we can be friends again.

Yeah. Yeah. Friends.

And, uh, my first act of friendship

will be helping you clean up this mess.

(SIGHS)

Yeah.

I mean, it really is
the least you could do.

Yeah.

Please,
just give me a chance to explain.

JEFF: What's to explain?

You were snooping around my trust.

You looking to cash in somehow?

I would never do that.

But you would drug your own daughter?

I... You were distraught.

I gave you one of my sleeping pills

because you were exhausted,
you needed to rest.

How maternal of you.

Don't worry.
I still spoke to the last cop

at Jeff's crime scene.

No one saw a cuff link.

Seems it was missing before
the police even showed up.

JEFF: Which means you took it.

After all, you're the only other person

who knew it was there.

That's ridiculous. I would never...

You know what? Just save it, all right?

The second Moni called me,

I knew you were up to
your old tricks again.

And I'm not having it.
I want you out now.

MONICA: Uh-uh.

You may have given up on me, but...

I will never give up on the both of you.

That's a promise.

♪ ♪

(GROANS)

Where do you think you're going?

Ooh. (CHUCKLES)

Work, baby. Mm.

Yeah, I may not be able
to leave the manor

because of this thing,
but I have to call

our wine distributors
and smooth things over

after Adam's meltdown last night.

No need.

I handled it.

In fact,

I even convinced Mr. Han

to carry our wines in all
his Shanghai properties.

How'd you do that?

I can be very persuasive.

I am impressed.

I had no idea you were such a shark.

And I can do more if given the chance.

What'd you have in mind?

The winery.

I want the same level
of authority as Adam.

- Hmm.
- As your wife,

I should have a say in
the family business.

Give me power, and I promise

our dynasty will flourish.

Well, then,

congrats on your promotion,
Mrs. Carrington.

MELISSA: And even though he was

a controversial man, today we are here

to celebrate one of his
positive contributions

to this great city.

In addition,

we at the Atlanta Historic Alliance

are adding this hotel
to our Must-Visit list.

So we encourage you all to book a room

at this marvelous property.

- (LAUGHS)
- (APPLAUSE)

Thank you so much.

I guess we should rename
it the Homophobic Stairway.

It's a smart business decision.

And now that our permits
have been approved again,

we can get back on track.

This is a good thing, Sam, you'll see.

Maybe.

But right now all I see is a sacrifice

I'm not sure I can live with.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

ADAM: Wow.

(CHUCKLES)

Looks like someone had quite a night.

You can wipe that gleeful
look off your face

because I finished my garden.

Yeah. So your request
of seeing me in jail

has been denied.

Well, that's not why I'm smiling.

I spoke to Laura.

Liam's been discharged
from the hospital.

He has?

However, I did feel compelled to suggest

that she take him back to her place.

You know, so she can care for him 24-7.

You did what?

Oh, oh, oh. That's-that's right.

Um, if he's with her,
you can't be with him.

Just a little payback for
last night's party foul.

That's not gonna stop me.

Mark my words,

I will find a way to see Liam.

Mm. And did I also mention

that Laura said that wedding bells

weren't too far off for Liam and Ashley?

So you better find a way quickly.