(birds chirping)
Hey, it's just me, buddy.
If you wanted to run away from home,
probably should've picked a better spot.
Wakulsky comes up here almost every sunset
to drink and smoke.
Dad usually comes along.
I think I might hate him.
Dad?
Sounds about right.
But you can't let him see you cry, Ben.
Come over here.
I'm gonna teach you how to play gin.
It's Dad's favorite.
When you get good enough at it,
you challenge him, and then you beat him.
That's how you earn his respect.
Is that what you did?
Anders taught me how to play chess?
Thanks, Blake.
You got it, Benny boy.
Blake? Blake?
Blake? Are you listening?
Yes, I heard you.
Ben's been calling the foundation asking for me.
Just ignore him or take a message.
I'm not your secretary.
I know you two have issues,
but it's been a week since the wedding,
and his determination isn't dying down.
Is there any harm in finding out what he wants?
Yes.
FALLON: Family meeting. Now.
We need to talk about Uncle Ben.
Enough is enough.
Betty is on edge
because Ben keeps calling the office nonstop.
And do you remember the last time
an assistant of mine was on edge? She shot me.
Do you want me to get shot again?
Because that's what's gonna happen
if you keep ignoring his calls.
I assume Ben's been contacting you, too.
No. Is he supposed to?
BLAKE: No, and if he does, ignore him.
I don't want you or anyone talking to him.
Excuse me?
Excuse me, um, can someone explain to me
where all this bad blood comes from?
I'm, like, completely lost.
If you must know, he killed our mother.
Your grandmother.
Okay, I think "killed" is a bit of an exaggeration.
Blake exaggerating? I'm shocked.
Neither of you know what you're talking about.
As far as I'm concerned,
Ben's negligence was murder by another name.
It was Thanksgiving,
22 years ago.
Everyone was here for the weekend.
My mother had had a skiing accident a few months earlier,
and she wasn't herself yet, cognitively.
So she needed 24-hour care.
She wouldn't let anyone take care of her,
except family.
It was Ben's night to watch her, and for some reason
he left her unattended, and she...
It's okay, Blake.
We found her drowned later that night in the bathtub.
She was the best woman I ever knew.
Certainly glad I made you relive that.
CRISTAL: No one here is
questioning your pain, Blake,
but Ben isn't going anywhere until you hear him out.
Now that we know the implantation worked,
what's the next step?
College applications?
(laughter)
Now we wait about ten days for a blood test
to see if I'm pregnant, right?
Actually, not in this case. You're already pregnant.
Wait, she's already pregnant?
Yeah, apparently your embryo is a bit of an overachiever.
Maybe college is a good idea.
I'll give you a few moments to yourselves,
then we can discuss next steps.
Well, this is fantastic news.
I can't believe this is real.
I mean, Liam.
We're gonna be parents.
(chuckles): We're gonna be parents.
Do you two want some privacy, or...
No, no. Please stay.
I mean, you're such a big part of this,
and I don't even know how to begin thanking you.
I'd pretty much given up.
You don't have to thank me, but...
how about a group hug?
♪ ♪
(Stacey and Fallon gasp)
(singsongy): Congratulations, family.
What the hell are you doing here?
I work here, and I was just passing by
as I heard
the wonderful news.
Between you and I, Dr. Keith has a voice that really projects.
So it's sometimes a problem
for confidentiality.
when it comes to confidentiality.
And in case you forgot, my voice projects, too.
So leave, now!
Fine, but if anyone needs any help
with anything along this prenatal journey,
just, uh, ask.
FALLON: Maybe never join a group hug unannounced
without permission ever again.
No promises.
I know I said I wanted statement pieces for Pride weekend,
but isn't this a bit on the nose, honey?
As your longtime stylist, I'm confused.
What statement are you trying to make? "I'm boring"?
Ooh! She brought the sass today.
I think I'm trying to say,
"I am queer, I am proud,
but I'm also managing a hotel all weekend."
No to the jacket, then.
Lance Bass wore something similar to his party
last night anyway, so...
What?
Lance Bash was last night?
Were you not invited?
I am always on the list for that party.
I'm one of Atlanta's most recognized
and respected gay elites.
I don't understand.
Maybe they sent the invite
to a different Sammy Jo.
Hey, actually, uh, can we finish this later?
I got another client to get to.
On second thought,
this little number will be perfect
for my Sahara Club bash happening tomorrow.
You're hosting?
It's only gonna be the biggest,
baddest, raunchiest Pride party in Atlanta.
I think that was the most pre-prenatal yoga session ever.
(chuckles) Well, you know, I just like
to get ahead of things. Thank you, by the way,
for agreeing to this little lunch and yoga surro-date.
I know it's not technically in our gestational agreement.
But I just thought, now that we're officially pregnant,
it might be nice.
I like getting to know you, too,
and spending time in the famous Carrington Manor is fun.
(gasps)
You should move in.
This relationship is off to such a great start,
why not make it permanent?
We haven't even had a dinner date yet,
and you already want to cohabitate?
You weren't kidding about getting ahead of things.
Uh, can I think on it?
Oh, yeah. Of course.
I got a job offer,
but I wanted to gauge your comfort level
before I accept it.
I thought you loved working at the Natural History Museum.
I do,
but as a paleontologist,
there's always the lure of field work,
should the opportunity arise.
And I'm guessing one has arisen?
This crazy rich real estate guy, Emmett Doyle,
is funding a dig on his large Appalachian property.
Preliminary signs suggest
a new subspecies of tyrannosaur is there.
(chuckles)
A tyrannosaur, okay.
Um, so how long do you think this dig would take?
Maybe like a day or two?
More like a month or two.
Oh. Okay.
It certainly sounds like a great opportunity.
I just didn't foresee you jetting off, you know,
to Jurassic Park five minutes into the pregnancy.
And what's going on with your arm?
Is that a rash?
I showed it to my dermo the other day.
It's nothing. It's just eczema.
Look, if you want me to skip the dig,
you can just say it.
Of course I don't want you to skip the dig.
No, no, you should go.
This-this is a big deal for you.
Wow. Really? Thank you.
I-I guess I should get home and get packing.
Are you sure you're okay with this?
Absolutely. Yeah.
You go get those fossils, girl!
Okay. (laughs)
This office is a bit quainter than I'd expect from you.
Obviously someone else decorated it.
Probably your, uh, your third wife?
You're on your fourth, aren't you?
Actually, we...
we have a baby on the way.
Just tell me what you're doing back in Atlanta.
I have no interest in endless chitchat
with the man who killed our mother.
I didn't kill anyone.
And I'm tired of suffering the consequences
from a society that thinks otherwise.
So you need to publicly clear my name.
Hold a press conference, Blake.
Explain that Mother's death was just a tragic accident.
Are you kidding? Why would I do that?
I'm not comfortable lying.
(scoffs) Wow.
Only you could lie about not lying.
Just like you lied about not seeing the note I wrote you
asking you to take care of Mother.
There was no note!
You invented that excuse to cover your negligence,
and it failed.
Blake, I can't bring another child into a world
that thinks I'm a negligent killer.
Then move to Mars.
'Cause here on Earth, that's not changing.
It's why our dad cut you out of the will.
This isn't about money, Blake.
But if you can't do what's right,
you'll have to pay the price.
You think you scare me, little brother?
I know I do.
♪ ♪
So, in essence, I'm thinking this party should be
Call Me by Your Name meets
the WeHo strip meets Tom of Finland.
Wistful, twink-y,
leather daddy realness, that's the vibe.
When you say "vibe,"
do you mean "theme"?
Why? Is there a difference?
a blowout in 24 hours,
and "vibe" doesn't inspire a tangible shopping list.
That's why I already put one together.
Yes, it's eight pages long.
No, I will not be compromising, and you, Culhane,
need to make sure the bar is stocked
with enough premium vodka to fill the Nile.
Okay, let's say we pull this off on time,
which is highly doubtful,
how's anyone gonna know
we're even having a party here?
Pride is already going on,
and we haven't publicized the event.
I have a plan.
wait until your birthday to do this?
I don't need to remind anyone about my age.
But I do need to remind
the Atlanta gay scene that I'm here,
so they remember to invite me to their exclusive parties.
Oh.
So this is about Lance Bass snubbing you?
No. Not at all.
Okay, maybe a little bit.
But after the year I've had, I...
I think I need this.
Please?
Hey, I've got publisher meetings all day,
but I came home as soon as I could.
What's going on?
Stacey has a rash on her arm.
You're joking.
I don't joke about rashes. This is serious.
I mean, what if it turns into something more dangerous
for our baby-to-be?
According to the Internet...
Four words that strike fear into every doctor.
This could theoretically kill her.
I'm pretty sure Stacey hasn't been to Micronesia lately,
so I think we can rule that out.
But if you're really concerned,
tell her to see a doctor.
Well, she did, and she said it was eczema.
(chuckles): So maybe it's eczema?
Look, I'm sure she would skip the dig if you just asked.
I can't ask her. This is a new relationship.
If I alienate her, the next thing we know
she's run off with our baby,
and you and I are suddenly
an eight-episode podcast
with a very unhappy ending.
Well, as long as you're not going
to the worst-case scenario.
Why don't we get a second opinion
and just trust the medicine?
Okay?
CRISTAL: There's actually something I need to talk to you about.
Apparently, a winner of a painting
at the Gala auction
flagged his Vermeer as a possible forgery.
It's probably just a money grab,
but since Ben works in the art world,
I felt you should know.
This Vermeer is from my personal collection.
So?
It's Ben.
He probably paid the buyer
to create some kind of scandal.
Can you arrange a meeting with this guy?
Sure, but maybe we should just send the curator
to assess on our behalf.
No. Absolutely not. We have to be there.
We need to assess way more than whether or not
this is a-a forged painting.
This is so generous, Fallon.
I don't even know how I'm gonna fit it all in my car.
Definitely not in my bag.
Oh, which reminds me,
I should probably get home and go pack.
Oh, wait, wait. Um, there's an exfoliant
way at the bottom of this basket that I feel I need to explain.
Sorry I'm late...
for the brother-sister pottery class
that we have planned.
Stacey! Glad I caught you.
So, when I saw you at the hospital earlier,
I noticed something on your arm.
Oh, this?
Ugh, it's just eczema.
I've already discussed it with Fallon.
Fallon's not a doctor, last time I checked.
Just saying, women with developing pregnancies
need to be extra cautious.
Just, you know, maybe take it easy this week.
But that won't work.
I mean, Stacey has a dig
that she's supposed to go to.
(chuckles): Could you be any stricter?
STACEY: Honestly, I'm just highly sensitive
to advanced glycation end-products,
which prime a production of allergic phenotypes
as an overreaction.
D-Duly noted. Great.
Um, so...
then have an amazing dig.
Thank you. And thanks again, Fallon,
for the basket, but I think I'll pick it up when I get back.
See you at the next appointment.
See you then. (chuckles forcefully)
"Have an amazing dig"? What's wrong with you?
I told you to play bad cop, not roll-over-and-play-dead cop.
(chuckles) Do you want my advice?
Have I ever said yes to that?
Just don't think about it.
Stacey and her womb are gonna be absolutely fine.
You really need to relax.
You know, there really is a pottery class.
We could go throw some clay.
I'd rather throw myself off a cliff,
but thank you.
I don't know how much Ben is paying you
to claim the painting's a fake, but...
yeah, it won't work.
OSCAR: Mr. Carrington, I don't know
who Ben is, but when someone calls to tell me
my new baby is a fraud, I'm gonna look into it.
CRISTAL: We're just here
to get to the truth, whatever that may be.
The truth is this is a finely made work of art.
And a forgery.
It's a very good one.
And it seems to be lined on the back with...
Playing cards?
This is Ben's work.
He's sending us a message. He's shameless.
What's shameless
is a charity selling forged art to make money.
CRISTAL: We never would've
knowingly auctioned off a fake.
Would you accept a refund in exchange for discretion?
Add a 15% markup.
You insulted me in my own casa.
That's not free.
That was close.
I have a feeling Ben's not done.
(knock on door)
Hello, Ben.
Aren't you going to invite your sister in?
BEN: I, uh...
I should have called, I know. I wanted to.
I just... I assumed
Blake poisoned the well.
We used to get along famously,
but it seems you never knew me after all.
If you had,
you'd know my opinions are self-made.
Much like my success.
Of course. My mistake.
No, thanks.
I just came to say one thing.
Whatever you're planning,
I want no part of it. Good talk.
Okay. Hey, wait. All right, I get it. I get it.
You're above what's going on between us brothers,
but what I don't get is why you're so loyal to him
after all he's done.
Blake and I are past our issues.
what he's done to you. I meant what he did to your mother
all those years ago.
Do you remember
when Lo was fired from C.A. as Thomas's secretary?
Of course.
Thomas claimed she had violated
a noncompete clause in her contract.
Thomas adored Lo.
Never would've fired her over something so minor.
So you're saying Blake fired her?
Blake needed the job to open up.
For what reason?
a mistress of his to get it.
Yeah.
You want to catch some dinner? I got plenty more to tell.
Like I said, keep me the hell out of it, Ben.
And don't ever
offer me hotel chardonnay again.
Hey, uh, careful with those speakers.
They pack a huge punch for a space this small.
(distortion hisses)
I can cross another thing off Sam's list:
speakers with bass so thick they'll puncture an eardrum.
I, for one, appreciate the distraction.
Rebuilding Colby Co. hasn't been as smooth as I'd hoped.
Well, what's the snag?
Some European shell company
snatched up a few of the major divisions.
And I can't find the sales docs,
which I need so I can make someone
an offer to buy them back.
Maybe you should go to Europe.
I recommend Milan.
Oh, did someone say Europe?
I just spent the whole ride here hounding contacts over there.
Oh, for Jeff's companies?
No, uh, uh, Blake asked me to try
and find out where his brother is hiding
a stolen Vermeer, but I couldn't find anything.
More information on Ben is needed.
Information I can't access because it's encrypted.
Uh...
(laughs): Hello?
This is fate.
Jeff's got hacker skills that could solve
your encryption problem.
And Amanda can use her contacts
across the pond to try and track down these sales docs.
I guess, but I'm a bit gutted that "being European"
is my, uh, only asset.
That could change if you stop saying things
like "little bit gutted."
JEFF: Yeah, well, I'm, uh,
not really into helping Blake, not even indirectly.
Well, he's actually been a lot better recently.
He, uh, he even said Kirby and I were a "handsome" couple,
which is a bit...
it's a bit weird,
but, um, sweet.
Okay.
Or forget about Blake.
You know the Carrington children are good people.
JEFF: Some of them.
Okay, I know you got a track record in London
of being on the right side of human rights cases.
So maybe partnering with a relative
who's on the same page isn't such a bad idea.
What do you say?
(laughs softly) Sure.
ADAM: I brought you a weighted blanket to force you to calm down,
but, hey, look at that,
you've actually taken my advice to relax.
Yep, just having a nice glass of riesling
and watching a movie. You can go now.
And what movie might that be?
Um, just, you know, one of those Indiana Jones things.
Uh, it looks super realistic.
Okay, fine, you caught me. I am watching
a live feed of the Natural History Museum setup
of Stacey's dig.
This is sad.
is that that rash
could have already spread to my baby,
thanks to you.
But since you're here,
how about a second second opinion?
Okay, you want my professional opinion?
Mm-hmm.
You're absolutely right.
I am?
Yeah. Pack your bags,
because we need to go to that dig site in person,
pretend to be volunteers
and monitor Stacey's rash until it goes away
or, you know, until she goes home.
You're really putting the "rash" into irrational right now,
because Stacey will definitely recognize us.
That dig site is huge. There will be hundreds of volunteers.
What's two more? And it's your fault we're in this mess.
Go on.
Tell me your list of demands.
If I go to the dig, I would like
weekly one-on-one dinners with you.
(grunts)
the most popular Carrington right now,
and your approval could really help.
How's biannual?
Weekly or no deal.
Go pack a pair of binoculars, a shovel,
and wear whatever paleontologists wear.
We leave first thing in the morning.
Thank you.
Uh, what's with the construction stuff?
Did the theme of the party change
to Village People realness?
The theme's the same, but I had a revelation
about our promotion strategy.
We're not giving out flyers anymore.
(sighs)
No.
If we want a huge crowd,
we need to bring Pride to the party.
Kind of like a gay Field of Dreams.
If you build it in the right spot, they will come.
So to speak.
KIRBY: I'm exhausted, and I've never seen
Dreams of Field, so why don't you tell us
the new plan, Sammy Jo?
We're going to redirect the Pride parade route
to pass directly in front of the Sahara Club.
That way, the paraders will have no choice
but to get drawn in.
So we're going to illegally move the street barriers?
And add some.
I guess if you're not
a true ally, you don't have to help.
Okay, fine, we'll help you.
But only
if you stop being such a Pridezilla.
Father, Son and House of Gucci.
Maybe...
this will help you forget about Ben.
Yeah. That's a bit better.
Mmm.
Mmm, yeah.
I'm feeling my focus shifting.
So can I.
(phone chimes)
Don't look at it.
Oh, no, I have to, I'm sorry. Just-just give me a second.
(groans)
What is it?
that millennial slacker would sell me out.
The Times has a story, "Blake Carrington
"intentionally donates multiple forged paintings to charity
for huge tax write-offs."
There are other forgeries?
Three more have been reported.
When did Ben even steal these paintings from you?
Well, hold on a second.
All four of these paintings were stored in a safe
at the Carrington Compound.
He must've swapped out the originals for fakes he had made.
This could be a disaster for PPA and Flores.
Clients are willing to weather a scandal or two,
but ripping off a charity doesn't play well.
Is there any chance that you can just
give Ben what he wants?
It's only a statement to the press.
Stop. Don't ever ask me that again.
I'll figure it out. I just don't know how yet.
(indistinct chatter)
(exhales) Wow. This is incredible.
We're actually unearthing history.
Easy, Indiana Bones.
Digging is not why we're here.
Now, give me those binoculars so I can try to find Stacey.
All right. Which lens do you want?
I have Porro prism or roof prism.
Of course you have options.
Okay.
Oh. I think...
Yep, I found her.
Ah. I found an ancient tooth.
That's a rock. Now, come on, focus, focus.
Less paleontology, more dermatology.
Remember? There she is at 11 o'clock.
ADAM: Well, the good news is, it looks like her rash
has completely disappeared.
(gasps) That's fantastic.
The bad news is, I'm kind of disappointed.
I wanted to spend more time in the bone zone.
Oh! Mother of Parksosaurus,
that really hurt.
That's what you get for saying "bone zone."
What happened?
I sat on the pick. I could have been impaled.
Oh, no.
No, no, I'm fine. Thanks for checking.
No, I'm not concerned about you.
I'm looking around
at all the sharp tools everywhere.
This place is like a torture chamber.
These tools are far less hazardous than the-the spiders
and the rattlesnakes and the punishing sun,
and I can tell I'm not soothing you right now.
No. We need to get my precious cargo out of here now.
ADAM: Since you won't actually talk to Stacey,
how do you propose we do that?
It's simple. We just find out who her supervisor is
and get Stacey fired.
Aww.
I have to talk to you.
BLAKE: Can it wait?
Our little brother's antics have got me
on round-the-clock damage control.
How about we talk about your antics for a second?
Did you have my mother fired from C.A.
because you wanted your mistress to work there?
I'm guessing you talked to Ben,
after I explicitly told you not to.
You don't control my social calendar.
You're deflecting. Is it true or not?
Fine, okay? Yeah, it's true.
But that's ancient history. I mean, i-if I'm being honest,
I can't even remember the mistress's name.
Do you think that makes you look better?
Look, had I known that the job was so important to Lo,
and that she was raising my half sister,
I probably wouldn't have had her fired.
Probably?
You didn't just have her fired.
You damned her to a different life.
A much more difficult life, Blake.
I'm-I'm sorry. I am.
You're hurt. I get that.
But can't you see that this is exactly what Ben wants,
to drive a wedge between us?
Come on, you know that I'm a different person now.
What I see is a little boy fighting with his brother
like he's playing kids' games again.
Good luck.
What took you so long?
I swiped Stacey's backpack while she was in the bathroom,
but she'll be back any second.
Um, I think that procuring a bin of valuable,
not-yet-catalogued fossils is a much harder job.
Great, congratulations. Can you move any faster?
Break them for all that I care.
We're trying to get her fired, remember?
Oh, plus, I tipped off Chloe the supervisor
while you were playing in the dirt.
Where do you want these to go?
I want it to go on that table over there.
Go.
(whispers): Don't skip, don't skip.
Okay, good, good.
Now Chloe will bring Stacey over here
to reprimand her any second.
And once she sees
that she's been skimming fossils off the top,
she'll have no choice but to fire her and my baby.
Hide. They're coming.
So, what exactly is this about?
And why is my bag here?
I don't know, but I heard rumors,
which is, I'm sure, all they are, you know?
Nevertheless, I have to perform my due diligence
and search your bag.
For what? Uh, stolen granola?
Uh, guilty as charged. (chuckles)
Wait, hold on.
Is this...
That looks like a tooth
belonging to a species of Dryptosaurus.
Why is this in your bag?
I have no idea,
except that someone
is clearly trying to frame me.
You get anonymously tipped off,
my bag gets moved
and now there's a tooth in it?
I don't care how it got in your bag,
because this is a huge discovery.
(chuckles)
Yeah?
What the hell are you smiling about?
That was a total failure.
Because it was a tooth. Maybe I should be Indiana Jones.
Indiana Jones doesn't even look for fossils.
That's Jurassic...
Oh. Hold on.
I've got a call to make.
KIRBY: I hate to say it, but it seems like
Sam's insane blockade idea is actually working.
Do you think he'll like all this stuff?
If he doesn't, we'll just get him liquored up until he does.
Speaking of which, I should check on the bar stock,
because Sam was not kidding about folks loving they vodka.
Well, look at you. (laughs)
Happy Pride.
Oh, I love how awkward straight people are
when they say that.
Hello?
Did that kiss even register for you?
Yes. Yes, I'm so sorry. Um...
You know how I was, like, helping Jeff try and find out
who was hoarding his Colby Co. divisions?
Well, I found out.
It's Blake.
Blake Carrington? Of course Blake Carrington.
And now I have to decide whether to tell or not.
And I can either betray Jeff
and say nothing or I can betray Blake
a-and I can start a whole new Carrington-Colby war.
I'm not telling you what to do,
but one of those people is trying to create jobs
for his community and the other is currently being smeared
as a charity scammer.
I guess I'm just gonna have to drink my way to a decision.
Oh, oh, thank you.
Ah. Healthy.
One sec.
So you sold a book without even having an idea?
Are people just throwing money at you now?
Pretty much. I mean, apparently,
a little movie hype goes a long way.
The publisher was willing to offer a blind deal.
Ugh, I'm so proud of you.
I would throw myself at you, right now,
but I can't, you know, because of the wet nails.
It's funny,
my day was pretty much the opposite.
You know? Just boring.
As soon as those hands are free, we can spice it up a little bit.
Hi, you two.
Stacey. You're back from the dig already?
Yes, but only because it was shut down.
Oh.
STACEY: Mm-hmm.
Ah, don't make her relive the details.
Apparently, a billionaire bought the land
and decided to use the findings to kick-start
some top secret project
involving DNA mining and dinosaur reanimation.
LIAM: Whoa. Like a,
like a real-life Jurassic Park?
Mm-hmm.
Or someone's really good at lying.
(laughs softly)
Fallon, could I see your hand for a second?
Uh, no, no. I hate to show a work in progress.
Come on, Fallon.
Um...
(sighs)
There's dirt under your nails.
Well, yes, of course there is.
This morning,
I noticed the begonias outside were trash,
so I uprooted them myself.
Fallon, stop. I also saw your ridiculous floppy hat
on the way in here and I recognized it from the dig.
You shut us down, didn't you?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, what's going on here, Fallon?
What's she talking about?
Okay, all right, I'm sorry, I did.
LIAM: Oh, my God.
First you had this terrifying, ugly rash,
and then, I go to the dig site,
and it's basically a death trap.
I was just trying to protect you.
It sounds more like you didn't trust me to protect myself.
I offered to not go.
Yes, I know that, but our relationship
is still in the early stages,
and I didn't want to rock the boat.
So you capsized it instead?
Uh, maybe this arrangement
should be more transactional.
Appointments only. No yoga, no lunches,
and definitely no moving in here.
Fallon.
What's gotten into you?
I honestly don't know anymore.
Hello, hello, hello. Everyone having a fun Pride Ride?
(cheering, applause)
(laughs)
Well, thank you for coming to Sahara Club's very first Pride.
I know how you all like it: no chitchat,
just getting down to business.
So I won't bore you with a speech.
Except to say if you don't see Lance Bass at this party,
it's because he wasn't invited.
(laughter)
because Miss Angeria Paris VanMicheals
is on her way!
(cheering, applause)
(whoops)
He seems to like the party.
I think that's what that meant.
This party is a disaster.
Where are the assless chaps?
Plus, I heard a rumor that one
of the go-go dancers is actually straight.
You gave us one day to throw this thing together.
Whatever happened to being thankful
and chilling out after we helped you?
That was before you failed me.
(gasps)
Also, why is no one drinking?
They were, but they wiped us out.
And the supplier can't make it here to restock the bar
since he's stuck in traffic
because someone messed with the parade route.
Maybe this is partially your fault?
No, no, no, no, no. This is all my fault.
For putting too much Pride responsibility on a straight guy
and a girl who's gay only when it's convenient.
Wow. You really went there?
Okay, we're done.
Kirby, shall we?
Well, fine.
I guess if I want things done right,
I know who not to ask.
So, what am I supposed to do?
Just give up and let Stacey
run around putting herself and my baby in danger?
No, but breach of contract is a dead end, okay?
If Stacey doesn't want you in her personal life,
then-then that's her call.
Hey, did you see where that, um,
go-go dancer went, 'cause I was not finished with him.
He left, like, five minutes ago. How many drinks have you had?
Like, four? Anyway,
at the end of the day, in nine months,
a baby's gonna appear, and you don't have to see
how the sausage is made.
Don't call my baby a sausage.
10-4, good buddy.
ADAM: Ooh.
Where's Legally Bland going so quickly?
I'd assume getting away from you.
Hmm.
and dressed like you run a conversion therapy camp?
Read the room, Adam.
Sorry, I-I wasn't gonna come,
but then I heard about what happened with Stacey.
Oh. So you wanted to gloat in person?
I wanted to apologize.
I-I know this was not the outcome you wanted.
Well, I appreciate the effort, but couldn't this have waited
until one of our forced-at-gunpoint weekly dinners?
No. No, no, no. You're off the hook for that.
I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to do.
Just, um, you know, don't forget about me
next time you go on a little mission.
Well, that's surprisingly mature of you.
It was nice to be connected.
Um, you know, I just, I don't want to be left behind
when the next generation starts.
Something wrong?
No.
Uh, Sammy Jo?
(gasps)
in my dressing room?
Oh, my God.
Miss Angeria Paris VanMicheals.
Whoa!
Almost. I am such a huge fan.
It's an honor to meet you.
I just need five more minutes of dragsforming,
and then I'll be ready for your performance,
which is now a duet.
So our performance.
Uh, I wasn't aware you do drag.
Well, I don't normally.
It's a special occasion.
So please allow me to introduce to you...
Samantha Jones.
She's here to save this tragic party.
You know that name is very taken, right?
Well...
doesn't do this duet thing.
This pageant queen is all about polish.
I know it's very last minute,
but I need to create a gay watercooler moment.
Lance did it at Lance Bash, and if I don't top that,
I might never get taken seriously
as one of Atlanta's top gays.
Okay, hold on.
You don't do drag because you're trying to prove something.
You got to do it for you.
And also,
the appearance fees.
(laughs softly)
Sit down.
Look at me. This is who I am,
and I'm not trying to be anything but myself.
If you have to put on a breastplate
that doesn't even match your skin tone,
I need you to press pause, breathe
and figure out what's going on with you
that forced you into this moment.
Is this clicking for you, honey?
Yes, Mother.
Okay.
Ben,
this is excellent timing.
I was just looking at an auction catalogue.
Maybe you could lend me your artistic expertise.
Stop gloating, Blake. How'd you do it?
You must be referring to the Times retraction.
Well, I guess they just realized I was an innocent man after all.
We both know that's a load of crap.
So, what'd you do?
You remember our neighbor at the Carrington Compound,
Mr. Wakulsky?
We used to camp out in his deer blinds?
He was always on the cutting edge of hunting technology?
He installed, like, sensors
and traps and even...
motion-activated cameras.
There you are, loading my stolen art into a van.
Well, that man's wearing a mask. These prove nothing.
Yeah, it proves that I was robbed.
Which clears my name.
This isn't fair.
It's like when I taught you to play gin.
You always knocked too early.
You didn't evaluate all the outcomes.
Then when you lost, you'd cry, "Oh, it's not fair."
Seems like things don't change, do they?
I loved our mother, Blake.
I was devastated when she died.
You killed her.
And none of your lies will ever,
ever change that.
Now get on your plane and go back to Paris.
Game over. Again.
So, after I came up dry on the stolen art,
I did some digging.
And when you dig,
you are bound to find some dirt.
So, what dirt did you find,
brand-new cousin of mine?
Well, Ben's requested a copy of our grandfather's will
as it was signed and witnessed in the year 2000.
Cool, I-I don't really know what that means,
but I imagine that Blake will, so thank you.
Yeah, maybe don't remind me who this is for.
(titters)
Did you find anything for me?
Um, you know, I'm so sorry, Jeff.
It was, like, just dead ends, you know?
I don't think that there's any finding out
who owns these pieces of Colby Co., so...
Ah, well,
I thank you for trying.
So, are you, you about to head out?
Well, I can finish that drink for you if you want.
I'm gonna stick around for Angeria.
I'm a big fan.
She, she gives it to you straight.
No pun intended.
(clears throat)
Look who it is.
Did you come to devalue
my experience as a queer person again?
Because if you have,
I have comebacks.
Fire away, bitch.
I feel awful about what I said earlier.
It was way out of line.
I owe you both a huge apology.
It better be good.
Look, I-I know I've been going overboard.
And I know it seems it was because
I was upset that I didn't get invited to Lance's party,
but after talking to Angeria, I realized
that I was more upset about the why than the what.
It would help if we knew what you were talking about.
Look, ever since my dad died,
I've been kind of lost in my identity.
Like, like I'm supposed to enter
a new phase in my life,
but I have no idea what that is.
That's not something you're supposed to figure out
all at once.
after getting snubbed by Lance,
I felt like my community had forgotten about me.
Like, I've been so busy
with life and work
that I lost that... visibly queer part of myself.
And this party was my way of asserting
that I'm still here, that I'm...
that I'm just as gay as anyone else.
Uh, mission accomplished.
I ended up turning into someone I didn't recognize and...
...I am so sorry for the way I treated you.
I think we should hug.
Uh, yes.
Me, too, except there are so many sequins on this jacket,
you'll cut yourself if you do.
But...
I got some champagne.
Someone dropped this off the other day.
Uh, Sam, h-have you read that bottle?
Yes, it says "champagne,"
and "You are cordially invited to Lance Bash."
Is this...
An invitation to Lance's party?
Yeah, it seems like it.
STACEY: So, you weren't
actually concerned about my safety?
This is a weird apology.
Stacey, I'm always gonna be concerned about your safety.
But I can also tell that you're an intelligent,
rational person who can take care of herself.
If you know I'm capable and you weren't worried,
then why the sabotage?
I just didn't realize how this surrogate pregnancy
was gonna make me feel until it actually became a reality.
And then once it did, I just... I wanted to be around you,
or the pregnancy, as much as possible.
No, I get it. You weren't worried about me at all,
you were worried about Fallon.
Yes, exactly. Which will make perfect sense
as you get to know me.
I just don't want to miss out on anything.
Every feeling, every moment of this pregnancy,
and two months away just felt like I would miss a lot.
And I am sorry,
because I know myself, and I should've known
I was gonna feel this way.
Well, everybody's journey with this is different,
and you're gonna feel how you're gonna feel.
But I accept your apology.
Thank you.
And to be honest,
I'm really starting to prefer this place
to my humble abode.
I don't suppose
you have an extra bedroom for your surrogate
and baby-to-be?
I've got 14.
(knocking on door)
Well, this is a surprise.
I've been thinking,
and I'd like to get that dinner after all.
And perhaps I owe you an apology.
Why don't you come in?
I, uh, I have better wine this time.
What's all this?
Ammunition.
I realized if I want to win,
I have to speak the only language Blake knows.
Money.
Hello, Atlanta.
(cheering, applause)
Let's get this party started.
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, the night ♪
♪ Is my world ♪
♪ City light ♪
♪ Painted girl ♪
♪ In the day, nothing matters ♪
♪ It's the nighttime that flatters ♪
(whoops)
♪ You help me to forget to play my role ♪
♪ You take my self, you take my self-control ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ I live among the creatures of the night ♪
♪ I haven't got the will to try and fight ♪
♪ Against a new tomorrow ♪
♪ So I guess I'll just believe it ♪
♪ Tomorrow never knows ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ You take my self... ♪
(cheering, applause)
CRISTAL: You think it's over?
Oh, I know it is.
You should've seen the look on his face.
I broke him.
I'm proud of you. I know it wasn't easy
to stay above water with Ben around.
(doorbell rings)
I couldn't have done it without your steady hand.
And I wasn't always above water.
Thankfully, we're done with all of it.
Who are you?
Are you Mr. Blake Carrington?
Yes, I'm Blake Carrington.
You've been served.
Blake?
What is it?
He's claiming he was illegally cut out of Thomas's will.
(scoffs) He wants half.
Half of what?
Of everything we have.