Previously on Dynasty...
Hello, is this Oliver Knoble?
I'm a friend of your ex-girlfriend. Kirby?
Cristal? You okay?
I have a brain tumor.
I got to be straight with Jeff, so do you want me to tell him,
or do you want to let him down first?
I like you both, so I was planning on dating you both.
Good morning, handsome.
Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.
You traded a nonsinking house for an empty hole in the ground.
And I will give you
the full 24 hours to vacate the premises.
Thank you, Jeremiah.
And make sure the rest of the staff knows
to remove all other vestiges of Alexis's time here.
Taking a more active role in management this time around?
Well, just making myself a visible presence
so everyone knows who's in charge.
And removing the havoc of Alexis.
Which is everywhere.
It appears she has no interest in claiming her possessions.
Well, that's not a problem.
We'll just collect it all in a big pile for her.
If you see her, let her know
that anything still here tomorrow will be donated.
And by donated, I mean burned.
Stop yelling at me!
I'll stop yelling if you push harder.
You use your legs, not your back.
Everyone knows that.
Oh.
Oh, God. You're as useless below ground as you are above.
Oh, I'm sorry, is my "trapped in a mine" behavior
not up to your standards?
Why don't you do something?
Aside from hoarding like a rodent.
It's called rationing.
This is all of the food and water left by the miners.
We have been down here for 24 hours
and we have no cell reception.
Don't be melodramatic.
Fallon and Adam will send out a search party
the moment they realize I'm gone.
Are you that deluded? That moment is never coming.
They do not know or care where you are.
You are their mother in name only.
Now, if I were trapped down here
with Blake, we'd be saved already.
Alexis is gone,
and gluten is back, people.
Thank God, I was starting to turn into a kale frittata.
Well, it seems like today
is a day of Carrington celebrations.
Oh, crap, is it Fallon's birthday?
It's Adam's first day as chief of staff at the hospital.
Very exciting,
even if it does mean he already has
less time for his girlfriend.
That's great news, son. I'm proud of you.
Blake?
Is everything okay?
Couldn't be better.
I'm back at the head of the table
with the woman I love by my side.
I'm just savoring the moment.
Blake, you're late for our meeting!
Well, it was nice while it lasted.
Well, I better be going as well.
Got to set a good example.
I'm late for a meeting at the clinic as well.
-Do you think it's weird everyone has a job
they're passionate about but me?
You know that I'm your boss, right?
But I did take this aptitude quiz.
It said my true calling in life is to be a "helper."
Hmm. "Helpers should seek a career
"that empowers others by providing advice
or an essential service."
I already help events get planned.
Well, maybe you're looking at it from the wrong angle.
Helper can mean a lot of things.
You got your work cut out for you.
This is how much the Scottish castle restoration is costing?
Well, no one said refurbishing a trebuchet
from 1412 was gonna be cheap.
But it got us the land.
Maybe, but if you don't start
paying off these loans, you'll be shuttering
entire divisions before the end of the fiscal year.
You don't need to tell me my company's in danger.
Okay? I already know.
But if our IPO is approved,
then it'll all work out.
I mean, I know that it's a risky move to go public
in order to cover debt, but...
Risky is when I let the Tesla self-drive
with my eyes closed for fun.
This is way beyond that.
Look, SEC approval for this usually averages around 25 days,
but I need it to happen...
...in two.
Okay. Whose palms do we need to grease?
The palms of my assigned SEC officer.
Oh, Corinne Simpson.
We used to winter together in St. Barts.
Nope. I misread.
"Corinne Simon." Don't know her. Sorry.
Uh, I know Corinne Simon.
-How long has he been in here? -He's quiet.
Corinne is an old Van Kirk family friend.
I'd be happy to make a call when I take my next break.
I'm researching a few potential stories...
Or I can take my break now.
Hey, Mom. Haven't heard back from you yet.
But I was serious about talking. Call me.
Hey, man.
What brings you in?
I don't suppose that was Mia on the phone?
Was it supposed to be?
Remember how I said I would stand down with Mia?
I did, but then I stood up.
And then we kissed.
Okay, did she send you here to talk to me or something?
No, but I need to.
Because now she wants to date the both of us.
I hope I didn't screw up our friendship.
Relax. If Mia wants
to test-drive two high-performing cars at once,
I say we let her.
A little friendly competition never hurt anyone.
Ah. I'm glad you're chill about this.
That makes me feel a lot better
about the brunch date I have with her in a few hours
-at L'Etoile. -Oh, I'm super chill with it.
Because I'm seeing her later tonight for dinner.
So I guess that's game on?
So, you know how
you're gonna play this tonight?
I got this. Somewhere--
after surf, but well before turf--
I'll just casually mention
that Fallon Unlimited needs
the review process... accelerated.
And if we've sufficiently charmed her,
she'll think it's all her idea, it'll be smooth sailing.
-Mm. -I think you may need
to drop your anchor for a second.
I just spoke with some old VKI colleagues.
Turns out Corinne helped my father take VKI public
back in the day. And, uh...
this extravaganza's got to go.
What? Why?
Who doesn't like a little special treatment?
Corinne. Anything even resembling a bribe
will end this faster than you can say chowdah.
Well, I would never say that, fast or slow.
Yeah, who said anything about a bribe?
This is just a casual dinner with a woman
who happens to love -New England seafood. -New England seafood.
Trust me, this is how things are done.
Trust me, my father is the one who knew her.
But, hey, if you won't listen to my advice,
I don't need to be here tonight.
Okay, okay, okay. Fine.
We'll eighty-six the tanks,
and the chefs, the helm.
And, you know, anything that feels nautical or bribey.
And, uh, that means you, too, Blake.
-What?
Why do I have to go?
I mean, Blake Carrington in the room will smell fishier
than that seafood tower I just saw wheeled in.
Yeah.
I'm sorry, but...
I trust Liam.
Fine.
Don't come running to me when things go south.
I'll be getting my house back in order.
And I am taking this lobster with me.
Can someone bring me some melted butter?
Wait a minute, did you...
Rent out the entire restaurant
and have them create a special menu for us?
Guilty as charged.
I'm flattered.
And relieved.
I was worried no one else in the city wanted to eat here.
Well, I figured we'd cut out the noise
and distraction on our first date,
really get to know each other.
And I promise
to stop thinking about our kiss the other night.
Though, if it happens again...
I don't see kissing anywhere on here.
Oh, that's an off-the-menu item.
Welcome, to the both of you.
This is a 1928 Krug champagne.
Our rarest vintage.
I-I don't think I...
A Mr. Jeff Colby called
to have it sent over.
That is generous of him, but I was thinking of something
that pairs better with the menu.
Not a problem. Mr. Colby purchased
the restaurant's entire wine cellar
for your enjoyment.
Uh, bit of a waste for the two of us.
He mentioned anything you don't use
will be donated to tomorrow's One City, One Voice dinner.
I'll get you the wine list.
He already offered
to move the auction to Club Colby for us.
He's in quite a charitable mood.
Yeah, he really is something.
If I'm dying, just tell me.
I can't tell you anything until we do more tests.
What kind of tests?
Well, to start, an MRI.
You have a considerable growth
near the nerve leading from your inner ear to your brain.
Now, if we're lucky,
it's an acoustic neuroma, and that would explain your vertigo.
That doesn't sound lucky.
It would mean the tumor was benign.
But we need the scan. I'll call Neurology to set it up.
Thank you for doing this.
And for not telling Blake.
Of course.
I don't want to downplay anything.
There's still a long way to go before you're out of the woods.
I have to admit, the lack of frills tonight was refreshing.
Well, this is how we eat most nights.
You know? Frill-less.
Well, you wouldn't believe
what some CEO-types try to ply me with.
Fancy seafood?
Pricey vintages of champagne?
Live lobster?
Point made, darling.
And more. Which is why
it's been so pleasant to just catch up with an old friend.
Well, now that we're all old friends,
I do have a tiny, little request to run by you.
Of course, I don't want to cross any lines, but...
I assume you want my help moving along your SEC review?
Okay, you didn't tell me your friend was a mind reader, Liam.
I saw your prospectus
come through this morning. It's just impeccable.
So it's a yes, then.
No.
I can't get to it
for at least two months.
My dance card is quite packed
with companies these days.
But their applications can't be as good as mine, right?
I mean, you said "impeccable."
No, they're not.
Especially not the one I'm working on right now.
Ooh. It's a tech company, I bet?
Millennials are the laziest.
More infomercial than anything, but... I can't talk about it.
Oh. Okay, okay, I understand.
So Corinne, when was the last time we saw each other?
I know exactly when it was.
Your 18th birthday.
Oh, right.
My mother had too much Chardonnay and fell in the pool.
Laura was in fine form.
But I remember that day as the last time I saw
your father in good spirits, despite everything.
W-What do you mean, "despite everything"?
You know, uh,
everything going on with the tankers.
I'm not sure your time line makes sense.
Maybe we should just drop it.
These granola bars are riddled with gluten.
Fine. Save them for me, then, and help.
I'm a little tired.
You seem to know everything. You got this.
So you're still mad at me for what I said about your kids?
Get over it.
Oh, the words of a failed nightclub singer like you
don't have an effect on me.
Especially when we all know who the worse mother is.
Please. I know I'm not perfect, but unlike you,
I can accept the place I'm at with my children.
The place where they don't like you?
If that's a reality you accept,
you're even sadder than I thought.
The reality
is that none of our kids care enough to find us.
It's just you and me.
get your child-neglecting ass over here and move a rock.
Okay, well, thanks to Corinne's clues,
I was able to scour the SEC's time line
and as soon as I buy out a company called Spartan Shakes,
a spot will open up,
which is, uh...
Clearly you're paying no attention to me.
On my 18th birthday, a VKI tanker broke down,
and my father only told four people.
Now, we were all sworn to secrecy
so VKI could take the week to strategize.
So as far as the world knew, it happened a week later,
on this date.
I feel like this has nothing to do with my IPO launch.
Before the story broke, a ton of stock was unloaded.
People had clearly been tipped off,
and my father was accused of insider trading,
a charge he denied until the day he died.
Well, is it that crazy to think
that a man who impregnated his son's girlfriend
also dabbled in illegal stock trading?
But if Corinne knew on my 18th birthday,
she might've been the one tipping people off.
I need to talk to her.
No. No, no, no, no.
That's exactly what you need not to do.
I need Corinne's approval, okay?
And if you start to scare her, then my IPO is DOA.
But Fallon, this could exonerate my father.
Who? The man who's been dead for years? I think he can wait.
Resting peacefully, of course.
Hey.
Promise me
that you will not reach out to Corinne
until after the SEC paperwork's cleared.
Fine.
I promise.
So, what do you think?
Do the tannins taste different up here?
Neither of us actually knows what tannins are, right?
Not really.
But you've always been the classy one in this operation.
Jeff, this is really lovely,
but why a hot-air balloon?
Ouch. Okay.
You really don't remember our first date?
What, like, our first first date?
You told me that you had a dream to look down on every
state from a hot-air balloon.
I don't remember saying that.
But it's sweet you did.
Well, you make being a good listener pretty easy.
Wow.
"Look west, and enjoy the show.
"Have a great time tonight.
Love and lights, Michael."
Looks like Mr. Culhane is paying you back for the wine cellar.
Yeah. Guess so.
What a guy.
So, how's the bartending going?
Have we found your calling?
If I have to listen to one more sob story,
I'm going to stick a maraschino cherry in my eye.
I think I just need to accept
that my boyfriend is boring,
my job is boring,
and I am,
by association... Oliver?
Who? -My ex,
from back in Australia.
Well, if he looked like that when you broke up with him,
then shame on you, honey.
Cover for me? Thanks.
Oliver.
What are you doing here?
Kirby Anders?
Is that really you?
Or is this hotel called La Mirage for a reason?
How about you answer my question?
'Cause I'm kind of freaking out right now.
I'm here for a photography gig.
I can't believe this.
You look...
You do, too.
We're complimenting each other, right?
You've really cleaned up a lot.
At least, on the outside.
Inside, too, I hope.
Maybe you can see for yourself over dinner?
I have a boyfriend.
And he doesn't allow you to eat?
Fine, forget about dinner.
But I won't let this serendipity go to waste.
How about you come by the photo shoot tomorrow morning?
Okay. That sounds safe.
I mean, it's not like I have much else going on.
This woman saved every piece of paper she's ever had.
Should you be rifling through that?
Oh, no, this is gonna be good. It says "Manor."
Oh, probably all her decorating ideas she never got around to.
There's a lot of that, some notes
about calling lawyers to countersue.
Receipt for a wire transfer to Adam for $200,000?
It's a forwardingaddress.
To the same town where we had our refinery explosion.
Well, that could mean anything.
No, it means one thing.
It means that Adam fronted the money
to some local for the attack on C.A.
Which means that Adam played a key role
in destroying my life.
Betrayal and hurt are valid emotions.
In fact, it's probably what Adam felt
when you almost left him for dead in Moldavia.
Are you telling me I deserved this?
No, no, it's just that you've fought so hard
to get back to where you are.
You don't want to throw it away in a fit of rage.
We need to move on to the next look.
Can someone get me an ETA on Mirabella?
I never really thought you'd make it as a professional.
Mostly because you were always high.
Ouch. But fair.
Until yesterday, I wasn't even sure if you were alive.
I think the last time I saw you was...
...when I left you on the steps at the ER.
I should've stayed.
No, absolutely not.
You were right to leave.
What we had was fun, but I took you down a dangerous path.
You skipping town was the wake-up call I needed.
I checked myself into rehab the next day.
It seems like you've really made something of yourself.
It's very impressive.
Mm. Kind of inspiring.
Mirabella's out. She broke up with her boyfriend,
shaved her head, now the entire show's palette is off.
And who is she and who reps her?
Oh, this is my friend Kirby.
Perfect. We need a redhead.
Oh. Uh, I'm-I'm not a model.
And I'm really more of a strawberry blonde.
Weren't you just telling me that you're bored at work?
You'd actually be doing us a favor.
Oh...
Corinne! What a nice surprise.
Hi, Fallon. I just came to give you the good news
that Spartan Shakes, the company impeding
your approval, withdrew from the calendar.
That's unbelievable.
What's unbelievable is Liam
investigating my supposed misconduct
at the SEC.
Liam?
Well, that sounds like a mistake.
I hope so. Otherwise
you'll be waiting a long time to get on my calendar.
Get him to drop it.
Uh, thank you so much for the opportunity, Jordanna.
Uh-- No, you have a good day.
-Didn't get it? -They want me back for the rest of the shoot.
Well, I guess that quiz was wrong about you being a helper.
Well, no, I'm gonna help the world realize
how fantastic I look in designer clothing.
Wait, I need to text Oliver.
Hold on.
Is he gonna be the photographer the whole time?
Yeah, but it's not a big deal.
Look, take it from me.
It can be confusing and heart-wrenching
to work with an ex.
You think you can be professional,
and then the light hits in just the right way,
and then it's too late.
Oh, my God. You slept with Fletcher.
Of course I did.
And I feel awful about it, okay?
I keep avoiding Fletcher, I keep avoiding Ryan,
I can't even look in the mirror. It's terrible.
Oh, I'm sorry you're going through that, Sammy Jo,
but I'm gonna be fine, I promise. Okay?
Adam and I are purely platonic.
Oliver.
I mean, Oliver and I.
Yeah. That's not concerning at all.
So, when's lunch getting here?
I'm kind of hungry.
Soon.
In the meantime, how's your search for a new story coming?
Pretty good...
Lies.
I know you're investigating Corinne.
There's not gonna be any lunch, is there?
Lunch is only for well-behaved husbands who follow orders.
So, what, now you're General Fallon?
I have to do exactly as you say
and salute every time I see you?
That's not gonna happen.
This is a real story, Fallon.
I'm meeting with a former VKI colleague of my dad's
who's behind bars for insider trading.
I don't know, maybe he was set up, too.
And what is this loser's name?
You don't know him. His name's Harold.
And technically,
I did just as you asked.
I didn't reach out to Corinne.
Oh, really, Liam? A loophole defense?
Obviously Corinne
was going to find out, which she did,
and threaten to hold up my approval,
which she also did.
Wait, wait, wait. Corinne's holding your approval hostage?
I mean, Fallon, right there,
that's basically an admission of guilt.
I don't care if she admitted to shooting Lincoln, Liam.
I need her stamp of approval to move forward.
I mean, do you have any idea what I have riding on this?
We're supposed to be a team.
No, no, no, no, no.. If we were a team,
you wouldn't ask me to sacrifice something
you know I have a personal stake in.
I know you make more money than I do,
but my goals aren't any less important than yours.
Actually...
this time they are less important.
And that's just something you're gonna have to deal with.
No. I don't think it is.
I need to find the truth out about my father.
And I hope you'll find a way to support me.
Hey, Mom, it's me again.
It's clear you're ignoring me for whatever reason,
so I'm gonna respect your wishes.
I won't be calling anymore.
Well, well, well.
If it isn't the wine king.
Thank you for that.
No, thank you for those fireworks.
I mean, it really brightened up a date that was...
already pretty hot.
This is gonna get awkward pretty soon.
One of us should probably bow out.
Hmm, or maybe when this event is done,
we can just let Mia decide.
Sounds like a plan to me.
As long as there's no jockeying for position here.
Truce tonight?
You got it.
I'm gonna go check out the silent auction.
Mia mentioned it was important for tonight's success.
So...
I don't do this often.
So you'd better cherish the moment.
I'm sorry for causing the cave-in.
It's not your fault.
We're both being punished for our sins.
You want to talk about sins?
Honey, mine could run laps around yours.
I seriously doubt that.
You are talking to the woman who purposefully
gave food poisoning to Ashanti.
I flew Kirby's ex-boyfriend here all the way from Australia
so he could break up her relationship with my son.
Which is hopefully happening right now.
I slept with my stepdaughter's boyfriend
for the publicity of a love triangle scandal.
I hired a man to cut off his finger and pretend
to be my long-lost kidnapped son.
Severed finger, you win.
Mm.
Wait.
You slept with Michael Culhane?
Indeed.
Oh!
Good for you. It was.
I lied yesterday.
I'm not at peace in my relationship with Jeff.
Not by a long shot.
And I know that I've done a lot of harm to Fallon and Adam.
Neglect and manipulation of our children.
That's the sin we're paying for.
Great.
My heartrate is slowing.
We're probably running out of air.
Well...
I hope the champagne in hell isn't too burned.
The mass is a stage-four
glioblastoma.
Well...
what are my options?
Given the proximity of the tumor
to the brain stem, I...
I don't think it's operable.
I'm so sorry.
So if I try to have surgery,
I die?
And if I don't... I die?
We're gonna get the best oncologists
and the best neurologists in the world on this.
If there's a way out of this, we're gonna find it.
But we probably won't.
So what do I do now?
I think the time has come for you to tell the people you love.
Starting with Blake.
Okay, y'all. It's the moment you've been waiting for.
The silent auction is closed, and I have the winning bids
listed right here.
Let's start big.
The all-expenses-paid trip to Paris for two.
Ooh là l.
And the winner is...
...one of tonight's sponsors, Michael Culhane.
A double thank you to him.
On to another big item.
The beautiful XSR48 powerboat.
And this one goes to...
...the very generous owner
of tonight's venue,
Jeff Colby.
Clocks in a little higher than your weekend getaway, huh?
I'm not worried.
And the private dinner for 12 goes to Michael Culhane.
Again.
One moment, please.
I have to apologize.
Seems that there may have been a malfunction
in the bidding process.
Drinking while distantly staring into the fire.
Not a good sign.
Well, such is the custom
when you've spent the afternoon in jail
blackmailing a felon into silence.
It hasn't been the best day.
What's that? Did you get Blake
a "welcome back to the manor" present?
I'm sure he would love another portrait of himself.
It's actually for you.
It was gonna be your wedding gift,
but that day didn't go quite as planned.
Then I was gonna give it to you for your anniversary,
but...
why wait?
Oh.
My wedding invitation.
People always remember to frame their wedding photos,
but... sometimes it's the little things
that feel the most special.
You and Blake seem good.
We are.
Great, actually.
Losing C.A.
might have been bad for him, but it was good for us.
He finally treats me like an equal,
which is all I ever wanted.
Right.
I mean, after all,
marriage is a partnership.
Anyway, I'm sorry it was such a hellacious road
for you to get there.
Me, too.
I wish we hadn't wasted all that time.
Such a precious thing.
Thanks for celebrating with me,
but I should probably call it a night.
I promised Adam I'd be home when he got back.
Oh, I didn't realize you'd gotten married.
And were living in the 1950s.
You gonna make him a nice pot roast
when you get back, too?
Come on. Stay out a little bit longer.
Or are you really so determined to be that boring?
Fine.
But if I stay out,
I'm gonna need shots, if that's okay.
Of course. I mean, I don't drink, but I'm no saint.
If you're gonna hit the hard stuff, I think I might...
Actually, don't worry about it.
I'll be back.
Where are you going
and why are you being so mysterious?
Look, it's not a big deal.
I'm just going to the bathroom for a quick bump of, um...
energy.
Ah.
So when you said you were "sober..."
I am. Basically.
I'm just fighting a nasty bout of jet lag
and I could use the help.
And I don't want to tempt you with it
because you're in a different, less adventurous place,
and I totally respect that.
Actually...
if you want me to stay out with you,
I'm gonna need a little energy, too.
I don't have to be boring every night.
We, uh, owe you an apology.
Yeah. We know how that looked.
Did you at least salvage the auction?
Yes. Second highest bidder wins the item.
And we'll cover the difference in the cost for the charity.
Great.
But your little game of one-upping makes it clear
that dating you both is not going to work.
We agree.
Which is why we think you should make the choice,
before this gets any weirder.
Here's my choice.
You two should date each other.
You both are great guys, but...
I don't want to get in the middle of a friendship.
We're really not that close.
No.
Jeff,
we keep saying it's timing, but...
I'm starting to think that it's just not meant to happen.
And, Michael,
we work really well together.
And that's how we should've kept it.
You're both gonna find someone great one day.
Hopefully, it's not the same someone.
Mia's right.
Things would've got ugly between us.
Yeah. Yeah. It could've got a whole lot uglier.
Especially if your scorned ex-wife Alexis
had shown up like I asked her to.
Damn.
But she never called me back.
She's been unreachable.
Really?
I-I haven't been able to reach Dominique either.
I hope I'm not the reason you and Corinne
had to stay late tonight.
You are.
Liam?
How did you...
I "found your phone."
I was just at the prison.
And you had the nerve
to call me deceitful? Maybe you can explain
to me why the only thing that Harold Duffy seemed to remember
was the finale of The Sopranos?
Would you please stop? You're embarrassing...
Mallory. And I'm fine.
I know what you did, Fallon.
Your name was on the visitors' log.
Okay, well, they promised me
they weren't gonna show you that.
Is this a game to you? Or are you this determined
to tank my career just to prioritize yours?
Unfortunately, Corinne is ready for you.
Liam! Hold on.
Come in with me.
Really. I want everyone to hear this.
Not you, Mallory.
We're going to die here,
all alone,
leaving a sad legacy of secrets and lies.
Well... if this is really it,
I sure could use a confessional.
I don't think we're finding a priest down here.
My ears are all you got,
holy or not.
Fine.
Bless me, Alexis,
for I have sinned.
I actually got married again 15 years ago,
shortly after I left Cecil.
Wasn't a long time...
before... it didn't work.
It got so messy.
The divorce got tied up in court,
and the dissolution was never finalized.
So, technically...
I'm still married.
He doesn't know.
No one does.
Not even my kids.
When Fallon and Steven were little,
I had an affair while I was still married to Blake.
Yes. Another one.
We were barely speaking at the time...
...and I had a fling with my yoga instructor.
It didn't mean anything, except...
...I got pregnant.
So I suggested a trial separation from Blake,
and I moved to Europe for five months,
where I had the baby.
I gave her to a...
distant relative to raise as her own.
And now I have...
a second cousin
who I barely know...
...who is actually my daughter.
I don't have anything snarky to say, Alexis.
Deserved or not,
we've both experienced a lot of pain.
Is that machinery?
Alexis! Dominique!
Are you down there?!
I don't understand. Are you sure?
I have officially decided to withdraw my application.
I will resubmit it to a different office of the SEC,
where you can't touch it.
This will be a financial setback
and maybe even a public one.
But...
it's a risk I'm willing to take
to support my husband's work.
Fallon, this isn't what I meant.
You don't have to give it all up.
No. I never should have sabotaged you.
We are a team.
Corinne is the villain here.
Holding my company hostage to cover your ass?
I hope you look good in prison sweats.
You have it all wrong.
Or do I have it all right?
I never should've stalled your application.
I'm sending it through immediately.
And... I was trying to steer Liam away
from this investigation, but...
not for the reasons you think.
I was protecting you.
I don't want your protection.
I just want to know the truth.
The truth is your father was caught up
in a powerful insider trading ring,
and he confessed to me,
hoping I could help him expose it.
Why didn't you tell someone?
Because things got scary.
And I have a family of my own.
A family I'm putting in danger by telling you this even now.
After what happened to John...
What do you mean, "what happened to John"?
Liam, I'm so sorry,
but I don't believe your father's death was an accident.
I think he was murdered.
Well,
I think I'll walk these guys out.
So, I assume we can agree
that what was said in the cave stays in the cave?
You mean the secrets? Of course.
Though you can tell mine to whomever you want.
Since I made it up.
Only you would use a near-death experience for your own gain.
Well, Alexis looks pissed.
So I'm guessing things are status quo between you two.
We're fine.
Thanks again for saving us.
I was trying to get ahold of you for days.
I wanted to tell you that it's time for us
to put the past in the past.
All I could think about while I was down there
was how much I wanted to fix our relationship.
Well, here's to a fresh start.
Why are you still here and dressed like a Burrito Supreme?
I've had a rough couple of days.
I don't suppose you noticed I was gone.
I've been busy.
But I'm guessing you were...
I want to say... camping?
I was trapped in a collapsed mine.
I barely survived.
Thanks for asking.
Okay. I'm sorry, but...
maybe this was the universe putting you in a time-out.
I mean, you never deserved this house in the first place.
But...
...I am happy that you're okay.
Text me where you're staying. Maybe we can...
meet for lunch sometime.
You wanted to see me, Father?
Yes.
I know you lied to me.
You let me think that the oil disaster was an accident,
when it was your treachery.
You helped Alexis and Jeff crush my company
and steal the manor.
I-I really didn't. I...
I mean, I...
See, I'm not gonna punish you.
Because I probably deserve worse.
I'm your father,
and I should always protect you.
I didn't do that in Moldavia.
Betraying family
is unforgivable.
And I started the cycle.
But now I havea chance
to rebuild, to be a better man,
a better father...
...and a better husband.
And I'm not gonna throw
that chance away for anything,
especially not for revenge.
And I promise you that,
from this moment on,
my loyalty will never waver.
Not sure
what that was, but it sounded very level-headed.
The high road is exhausting.
No wonder I don't take it that much.
What have you got there?
Oh. Um, just some files from the clinic.
Nothing important.
I thought maybe...
we could hit the hot tub.
The one at La Mirage didn't have great jets and...
wasn't in our bedroom.
I would like nothing more.
Back to work on the IPO.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
But I'm not thrilled with what it took to get there.
Or how I treated you.
It's okay. I forgive you.
And, luckily,
I don't see our careers going head-to-head again like that
anytime soon.
Though if they do,
then we'll figure out a way to support each other.
How are you holding up?
I know you don't like talking about your dad's death.
Yeah.
I guess I was just ashamed.
He drowned in a lake after falling off his boat.
Cops found six empty bottles of scotch in the cabin.
There was nothing suspicious about it.
Yeah, it was just, uh...
Well, it was shocking, I'm sure.
It was pathetic.
That man was my hero.
If Corinne is right...
...if my dad was murdered, I need to find out the truth.
Okay.
But you heard her.
Those are dangerous people,
and this is your life.
Which is why...
I have to go.
I've already tracked down a lead
who can get me closer to the truth.
Corinne's former boss.
He works at a corporate think tank in Washington.
Liam,
listen to me, okay?
This is not worth the risk of getting hurt.
Yeah, but it is.
If my father was murdered,
then maybe he wasn't just some drunk that I barely knew.
He can be my dad again,
at least in memory.
My plane's off in an hour.
So I'm leaving you copies of my research and itinerary
so you know exactly where I'll be.
Just in case.
I really don't want you to do this.
I know.
But it's something I need to do, Fallon.
♪ Can you feel it coming
♪ In the air tonight
♪ Oh, Lord
I love you.♪ Oh, Lord
♪ Oh, Lord
♪ Oh, Lord.