Dynasty - Season 5, Episode 3
Recap: Blake and Krystle discuss their upcoming trip to Caracas to visit Billy Waite, a wealthy American businessman who enjoys evading U.S. law enforcement [hence him establishing his home base in Venezuela] and raising stallions. Krystle tells Blake she has a bad feeling about him begging Billy for money 'cause of his shady reputation, but Blake says that desperate times at Denver Carrington call for desperate measures, and that he needs to tap into financial aid wherever he can find it.
Alexis drops by Steven's office to fish for info about where Blake and Krystle jetted off to, but Steven clams up and tells her it's none of her business. He poutishly calls her out for disregarding all of his research on a potential bid for Louisiana oil leases, and she snaps at him to grow a pair and aspire to become a somebody in the oil world. He snaps back that, unlike her, his main priority in life isn't making himself filthy rich, and Alexis retorts that being filthy rich helps buy protection for the people she loves. She then stares mournfully into space, laments her upcoming murder trial, and wails, "I didn't kill anyone!" LOL.
Jeff arrives in Portland in his ongoing search for Fallon. He shows her photo to a guy who runs a hostel and asks if he's seen her, and the guy unconvincingly says he hasn't...and we see that a woman (Emily) is carefully eavesdropping in the background while scrunching her face in a WTF? expression. After Jeff has ambled out of hearing range, Emily asks the guy why he lied through his teeth just now, and he says he gave his word to Fallon that he wouldn't tell anyone the next clue in the obnoxious Find Fallon Scavenger Hunt.
Claudia and Steven are having lunch in Claudia's office at the La Mirage - but Steven just picks at his food and says he's lost his appetite ever since Fallon vanished and Danny was abducted. Claudia says he should be hopeful that Fallon will eventually reappear, albeit as a British brunette, and that Sammy Jo will need money and be in touch...but Steven glumly says she can't guarantee any of that and dickishly invokes the grisly death of her daughter in a Peruvian jungle. Claudia reminds him that dwelling on Lindsay's demise is what caused her second bout of squirrelliness, an ordeal she'd prefer he not have to endure.
Dominique is leafing through her private scrapbook on Blake - interesting, I never pegged Dominique as a scrapbooker - but hastily puts it away when Claudia drops by her suite. She shows Dominique the promo ad for her La Mirage stint and says she'd like to write up a short bio in case any of her listeners actually show an interest in what might have inspired her to become a solo lounge act. Dominique snappishly says she doesn't share the details of her private life with anyone, and Claudia immediately backs off - 'cause I'm pretty sure she only really gave the tiniest of rat's asses about writing up a bio in the first place - and asks her if she has a closing date in mind. Dominique tells her to put a pin in that until further notice...and after Claudia leaves, she gets on the phone with J.J., her personal flunky, and leaves him a bitchy message asking how much longer she's expected to hang around Yokellyville. She ends the message by snapping, "Call me back!"
Blake and Krystle arrive at Billy Waite's fancy estate in Caracas, and Billy greets them and gushes over Krystle's exquisiteness. He offers to show them to their quarters, and makes it a point to mention to Krystle that Blake once stayed there with Alexis...and Krystle contorts her face into a pensively defiant expression and assures him she's totes fine with it.
Blake tells Billy he needs a total of a billion dollars for a re-do on the South China Sea oil lease project, and promises that the returns will be ah-maaaazing. Billy mocks him for being so broke that he has to run around the globe, begging shitbags such as himself for financing...and Blake eats crow and concurs, then wanks him about being a smart risk-taker and insists that there's a fortune to be made. Billy promises to think it over.
Jeff drops by the penthouse to report to Alexis that he talked to some guy who runs a hostel in Portland, and that he's sure he was lying to him when he asked if he'd seen Fallon. He then remarks that he's been trying to call Blake, but can't seem to reach him in Caracas...and Alexis perks up and is all, "Car-a-cas?"
Krystle and Blake finish breakfast, then enjoy a leisurely stroll on Billy's sprawling estate. She asks if they can pleeeeease fly home today 'cause of how much she hates it here, but Blake says he has a strong hunch that Billy is going to agree to loan him money, so he'd prefer to stay in close vicinity so he can talk his ear off about the investment as much as humanly possible. Krystle's like, "OK, whatever, I just want us all to be happy and safe" and Blake says that the success of his deal with Billy will guarantee that.
Adam drunkenly stumbles into Carrington manor, loudly rambling nonsense while Steven glares at him in annoyance. He steers Adam over to the kitchen and asks whassup with his binge drinking, so Adam tells him he was at a party with Warren Ballard (Alexis' lead attorney) and had a lousy time. After briefly reminiscing about how much he loves and misses his rape victim/ex-fiancee, Kirby, he tells Steven he ran into a pretty young man at the party who said that he and Steven had been roommates in prep school and that he asked to send along his love and call him sometime. Mmm hmm...I wonder if that pretty young man was Luke Fuller, Steven's future boyfriend and Moldavian Massacre casualty. Steven stares back at him with an inscrutable expression on his face while silently contemplating the writers, who must have decided it's time to revisit featuring a gay character in prime time by laying the groundwork for the reemergence of Steven's non-hetero preferences.
Alexis lounges in her penthouse as she sips a martini and recalls Jeff's remark about Blake traveling to Caracas. She murmurs, "Caracas.." and makes a person-to-person call to Billy Waite.
Warren Ballard shows Alexis the local paper, which has published yet another unflattering article about her. He tells her it's a definite liability that she's so wealthy, not least 'cause the papers are portraying her as a rich person who's likely going to try to buy her way out of a murder conviction. Well, d'yuh. He urges her to hire a PR firm so she can attempt to live down her bad press, but she snappishly tells him that his advice is unhelpful and insists that she's innocent. She tells him she'd prefer it if he took a back seat during the pre-trial process and let Adam do most of the lawyering, 'cause she's somehow under the impression that the spectacle of her creepy son defending his mother in court would bring tears to the jurors' eyes. Ballard looks horrified, calls the idea foolish, and says he's deeply insulted that she'd even consider sidelining him. He snarks, "The Denver public is not so easily fooled" and Alexis barks, "You're fired!" and says she'll have his final check messengered to his office. Ballard stares back at her in stunned incredulity for a few seconds, then curtly wishes her good luck and heads for the door. On his way out, he snarkishly tells Adam he hopes he's not in over his head (he so is). Adam tiptoes over to where Alexis is sitting with her head buried in her hands and asks her if she fully grasps that she just fired the most famous criminal attorney in the country...and she tells him she does, but hopes to hell that micromanaging the handling of her criminal case will magically result in an acquittal.
Blake and Krystle return home from Caracas and find Alexis ambling around the mansion after wrapping up a nursery visit with Little Blake. Alexis snidely tells Krystle how shabby the mansion is looking and reminds her that she holds the note to the mortgage, which she somehow feels entitles her to spend time wandering around the mansion "checking, probing, and examining". She makes an ew face when she inspects a side table and uncovers dust, and an irked Krystle tells her to get out, then warns her not to come back unless she's invited. Alexis snipply retorts, "Don't worry, you can have Blake. I just want the mansion" - LOL - and says she expects the property to be kept in tip-top shape, like it was when she was the lady of the house.
Dex returns to the penthouse from his Wyoming business trip and explains to Alexis that he's been out of touch for so long 'cause his sister smashed up her car and then got sued by the victim. Alexis rolls her eyes 'cause she clearly couldn't care less about his sister's predicament...but then gets all canoodly with him after he plants a giant smooch on her lips.
Claudia complains to Steven that she feels shut out by him 'cause he hasn't spoken to her in days, and Steven counters by whining about how much time she spends at La Mirage. She explains that she's been trying to stay busy as a way to maintain her fragile sanity...and a few seconds later, Sammy Jo calls to tell Steven that she wants to meet him in L.A. for a serious discussion of the custody of little Danny.
Jeff returns to the Portland hostel to meet up with Emily, who gives him a clue in his tedious search for Fallon.
Alexis travels to Caracas to meet with Billy, who gets all touchy feely with her and gushes over her timeless beauty. He says it's no coincidence that she rushed right over to South America soon after learning that Blake had talked to him, and remarks on how her relationship with Blake has always been "passionate, possessive, and vindictive" ... and smirkily adds that she can't seem to live with him or without him. Alexis argues that since the divorce she's managed quite nicely without Blake in her life, then pretends to be genuinely worried about her ex's financial plight. She urges Billy to take a leap of faith and give Blake all of the financing he needs, and he promises to give it serious consideration. He then proposes they take a "siesta" after lunch, but she declines and sassily says she'd much rather ride one of his stallions. Haha! ... and ouch.
J.J. drops by Dominique's La Mirage suite to deliver all the secret intel he dug up on Blake. He tells her he lost a lot of money on the South China Sea debacle, and that he's been scouring the earth to raise funds from potential investors, but has largely gotten the cold shoulder. He adds that Blake's ex-wife owns the mortgage on his mansion and has been threatening to foreclose on him, and Dominique stares thoughtfully into space for a few seconds before informing J.J. that she has something in mind that will result in interjecting herself smack-dab in the middle of that explosive situation.
A small army of military men barge onto Billy's estate...and a Lieutenant Lopez informs Alexis that the American FBI has issued a warrant for her arrest 'cause they assume she fled to Venezuela to avoid prosecution for murdering a '70s porn 'stache gigolo. He says he has orders to escort her to the airport and put her on the next available plane to Miami, where she'll be held pending extradition to Denver. Alexis is all OMG! and looks behind her to see if Billy can be of any assistance...but is miffed to see that he quietly slinked inside his house soon after the military arrived. LOL. Alexis narrows her eyes in irritation, then climbs into the waiting limo to be ferried to the airport.
Jeff flies to Seattle to meet with a monk who recognizes a photo of Fallon. The monk says she's no longer crashing at the monastery and that he should ask the police to break some painful news to him.
Jeff is back at Carrington manor, sitting by the fire in the study and looking tearful. Blake wanders into the room and asks Jeff if he learned anything new in his search for Fallon, and Jeff wails, "She's dead!" Blake is all, "Nooooo!!" and the two men sniffle on each other's shoulder without Blake pressing Jeff to offer up any kind of explanation about exactly how Fallon allegedly expired.
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