Now it's been forced on me, and I'm not going to deny who I am.
You've done everything, but say who you really are, and I don't mean Jock.
You know I'm for hire, what did you have in mind?
Getting rid of some oil fields in the Middle East.
He must be climbing the walls.
To have his precious daddy back...
then have his mother married to some other man.
Oh, my. The Ewings are finally getting theirs, heh-heh-heh.
I came down here to kick the crap out of you, Parmalee.
I want you out of Dallas and I want you out tonight.
Oh, my God.
I know how hard it is for you to grasp.
Hard? It's impossible.
I can't believe a word you said.
I don't think that's true.
My memory still comes and goes, so I can't fill in everything.
But what I told you is true.
Why are you doing this?
What are you trying to prove?
I wasn't trying to prove anything.
I never wanted you to find out.
But you made sure that I did.
WES: No. You came prying.
Now, I didn't want to cause the family any trouble.
But now it's been forced on me...
and I'm not going to deny who I am.
You've done everything but say who you really are, and I don't mean Jock.
Oh, Ellie.
Don't call me that.
Let's go, Punk.
This must have come as a shock to you, Punk.
I'm sorry.
Well?
Well, Punk, you heard his lies.
You certainly don't believe anything that he... That he said.
I'm not saying I believe him, Ellie. But...
But what?
He talked about things that happened down in South America...
that only two people in this world could've known about.
One of them is me and the other was...
Jock Ewing.
I thought we'd start off with this one...
and then go into the magazines with this.
SUE ELLEN: Oh, it's wonderful. It's exactly what I had in mind.
Trash with class. The epitome.
How soon can we implement the campaign?
Well, now that you approve, immediately.
I can hardly wait.
MAN: Mr. Ewing? - Yeah, that's right.
- You have identification? - Yes.
- Thank you. - Mr. Calhoun's expecting me.
Yes, sir. I'll take you to see him.
- Get in the vehicle, please. - Yeah.
- Mr. Ewing. - Mr. Calhoun.
Well, that was quite an impressive display.
I like to keep my hand in.
- Thank you, captain. - Yes, sir.
What can I do for you, Mr. Ewing?
Well, the question is, what can we do for each other?
Why don't you tell me?
Well, I've, uh, seen a lot of film on you, read a lot of books.
I tell you, you're the kind of American that we can be proud of.
- That a fact? - Oh, yes. Yeah.
I mean, the way you went in the Persian Gulf...
and got those stranded Americans out...
it was inspiring. Really.
There's our government standing around wringing its hands.
Didn't know what to do.
You had the guts to go and do what was needed.
I was paid well for that.
I hope to hell you were. Yes, sir.
I don't know what the world's coming to, to tell you the truth.
Not the same being an American anymore.
I mean, look at all those Arab states.
Ruining our economy, taking our money out of here.
And making us pay an awful price for that imported oil.
Half the Southwest is going broke.
I do understand your plight, Mr. Ewing. And I sympathize with you.
Now the question is, so, what about it?
Well, we gotta do something.
And I think old General Fritz Longley has got the right idea.
He's all for going in there and blowing them up.
It'd sure get the price of oil up where it ought to be.
That'd sure start a major w*r too.
And that is why they kicked him out of the Air Force.
Yeah.
CALHOUN: Wonderful little tool this.
Deadly.
Yeah, I never filed one myself.
The kind of men who know how to use them are what I'm talking about.
Mr. Ewing.
Why don't we just get down to the basics.
Now you know I'm for hire.
For the right price and the right job.
Now what did you have in mind?
Well, I had in mind...
getting rid of some of the major oil fields in the Middle East.
Not General Longley's way. Your way.
What do you think that is?
Well, a small team of highly skilled mercenaries...
properly equipped and financed...
just might be able to slip into those fields and blow them up.
And make it look like the work of PLO...
or the Libyans or Syrians or whatever.
It might be possible.
But as you said, it'll take a great deal of planning, training...
- and a great deal of money. - Oh, yeah, yeah. I understand that.
Mr. Ewing...
are we just talking theory here?
Or do you really mean what you're saying?
Calhoun, I care about my country and what happens to it.
If nobody's willing to step forward and protect it, by God, I am.
With the understanding, of course, that my name be kept out of it.
What kind of time frame are you talking about?
The sooner the better.
And since I'm financing this privately...
I'd like to know how much it's gonna cost.
You gotta be back in Dallas tonight?
No, I can stay over, I guess.
Good. Let's go back up to the house.
You stay here tonight.
You and I got a lot to talk about.
Ah. Great.
Where's transportation?
Gone back. It's only a two-mile walk.
Oh.
Oh, well.
Well...
- You know anything about this Clayton? - No.
- How did everything go in Houston? - Fine.
I got the money for my company.
SUE ELLEN: Punk, are you gonna tell us what's happening?
PUNK: I reckon I'll have to leave that up to Miss Ellie.
I'm, uh...
I'm sorry to be so mysterious about this.
But it concerns all of us.
Bobby, are you certain that JR. won't be back?
Not until tomorrow, Mama.
All right, then.
I'll have to go ahead without him.
There's some things that I want you to see.
It's Daddy's belt buckle from the Oil Baron's.
And his Kn*fe.
And a picture of you, Miss Ellie.
Mama, where did you get all this?
I found them.
Along with these letters that I wrote your daddy in South America.
I don't understand. Where?
In Wes Parmalee's room.
What was he doing with them?
ELLIE: He claims they're his.
They're not his, they're Daddy's.
Exactly.
And I found them in his room.
I confronted him with them.
And I threw him off the ranch.
I think that he is a fraud and a con man...
trying to play some ghoulish trick on us that...
That he is Jock.
Mama, Daddy is dead.
I know.
But I think you should know what that man told Punk and me...
in his motel in Braddock, today.
One thing I have to say.
When your Daddy left on that helicopter...
I watched him pack all of those things in his duffel.
Then that duffel floated away from the wreck and he found it.
Just let me tell you what he told us.
He said that it was very early in the morning...
when the helicopter took off.
But the weather was awful bad.
Stormy.
The pilot was having a lot of problems.
Rain. Lightning.
Then in the distance I saw this little plane.
It almost hit us.
We swerved out of the way.
And then it felt like the whole bottom of the world fell out.
We crashed into the lake.
The helicopter exploded.
I felt this awful pain.
And then I was under the water.
And then the next thing I remember I was on the water...
and my duffel bag was holding me up.
Then I guess I must have passed out.
And the rest I'll tell you as it what was told to me.
Some natives found him on the bank.
More dead than alive.
Crushed and b*rned all over his body.
They took him to a small French missionary hospital in the interior.
WES: Nobody there spoke English.
They didn't know nor care who the Ewings were.
And that didn't matter, because when I came to, I didn't know who I was either.
I had total amnesia.
But they kept me alive long enough to move me to the coast.
To a hospital.
I spent a couple of years there.
I was b*rned so bad...
they had to give me a whole new face.
My jaw was broken in so many places.
I lost all my teeth.
New skin on most of my body.
I just lay there wrapped in those bandages...
and every so often more plastic surgery.
But then one day, my memory started coming back.
Little flashes of who I was.
And then the things in that duffel bag.
They became my only contact with reality.
He had huge gaps in his memory.
And still does.
But as he healed, more and more of his life came back to him.
Eventually the time came that he could walk again.
And then talk.
But that was difficult because he had damage to the laryngeal nerve.
Which is why his voice is different.
I began to find out things about the family.
That you thought I was dead.
That you'd had married again, Ellie.
I missed you all very much...
but I knew what my coming back into your lives would mean after all this time.
A couple of years ago...
I made my way back to the States.
Started working on ranches.
Ended up at the Running in Colorado.
All this time I was reading everything that I could about you.
Finally. I just couldn't stand it anymore.
I had to at least see you all again.
So I came back to Texas.
When I heard about that job on Southfork...
I went for it.
And it worked. I was near you.
I could see you.
None of you knew who I was.
Until I walked into the bunkhouse.
And found these things.
Well, I don't believe a word of it.
There was always something about Wes.
Something different.
You don't believe him, do you, Ray?
Boys, let me tell you something.
I talked with Wes Parmalee along with your mama.
He repeated conversations that I had with Jock down there.
Now if he's got a memory problem...
it's not about what happened in South America.
Punk, Daddy is dead.
I found his medallion at the bottom of the lake.
I'm going over to the motel and b*at the truth out of him.
No, Bobby. I don't want any v*olence. Leave him alone.
Ellie, you don't think he could possibly be Jock?
I don't see how.
But right now I...
I'm not sure of anything.
RAY: Bob.
Sony. Figured you'd head over here soon as you dropped Pam off.
BOBBY: What are you doing here? - Same thing you are.
Couldn't decide whether to see him alone or wait until you showed up.
- Figured we better do it together. - All right.
Listen, you hired him. You know him better than any of us.
- Didn't you see this coming? - No.
Nothing like this.
There was something about him from the beginning.
He had a real feel for the ranch.
Seemed to know almost instinctively what to do.
Got this funny feeling about him.
Yeah, I have a funny feeling about him too.
I'm afraid it's not the same as yours.
Parmalee. It's Bobby Ewing.
What did you do? Dye your hair?
Just washed the dye out.
Come on in.
You too, Ray.
I came down here to kick the crap out of you, Parmalee.
I'm not surprised.
I figured as soon as your mama told you the story, you'd be here.
You always did have a terrible fierce temper.
Boy, you have really done a lot of homework.
Everything I told your mama is true.
Not a word of it's true.
You put her through hell and that's the last time that'll happen.
I want you out of Dallas and I want you out tonight.
Or what?
I know you might wanna take me apart.
But you won't, I'm too old for that.
It might frustrate the hell out of you...
but you're not gonna hit a man my age.
There are ways of getting you out without hitting you.
Maybe. Maybe not.
I didn't come here to do anybody hurt.
I just wanted to see my family again.
We are not your family.
I never figured you'd believe me.
Well, maybe you're right.
Maybe it's better if I do leave.
I've been alone for the last four years. Can't be any worse than it's been.
Well, you are right about one thing.
I don't believe you.
And the sooner you get out of here...
the better it's gonna be for everybody.
Is that what you think, Ray?
Does it matter to you what I think?
It matters what all my boys think.
Are you leaving?
Why? Don't you want me to?
Well, I'm pretty sure I know what Jock would've done.
I'm kind of curious to see if you'd do the same thing.
Mrs. Ewing?
- Your brother's here. - You don't need to announce me.
- Thank you. - Can I get you anything?
No, I don't want anything. Thanks.
Hey, how come you weren't at work today?
- What? - How come you weren't at work today?
What's so important about today?
Nothing. I just expected to see you there.
Oh, get to the point, Cliff.
Well, it's a little embarrassing.
I don't wanna be pushy about this, but you know...
I did promise Jordan Lee that money for that deal...
but, uh, you said you'd think about it.
All right, Cliff. I'll get your money for you today.
That's great. I really do appreciate that.
I have a lot of good deals coming down right now too, you know?
I was talking to Scotty, he's got a piece of this company.
Boy, it sounds good.
But it'd be a lot of money.
Probably a lot of money.
And I don't think my company's got enough to swing it.
I don't wanna talk about it, Cliff.
- It's a good deal. - I don't want to talk deals.
Hey, don't jump on me. Something wrong with you?
Has it ever occurred to you...
that there are other things in life beside the oil business?
Sometimes. Hey, what's wrong with you?
I was at Southfork last night...
and Miss Ellie told us the most fantastic story.
Jock Ewing may still be alive.
No. No, he can't. How can he be?
A man showed up and has a lot of things that belong to Jock...
including the letters Miss Ellie wrote to him.
Jock Ewing d*ed in a helicopter crash.
And he has an explanation for that too.
Huh.
Well, what did they say? What did they do?
Bobby, for one, doesn't believe it.
And J.R.?
Oh.
I can't believe what this will do for him.
He must be climbing the walls.
To have his precious daddy back...
and then have his mother married to some other man.
Oh, my. The Ewings are finally getting theirs. Heh-heh-heh.
I don't believe you. You are the most insensitive man I've ever known.
I'm ashamed that you're my brother.
Don't you care that people are going to be hurt?
I'm sorry. That was really dumb of me.
Yeah, of course I care. I really do. No.
I just got a picture J.R.'s face and I got carried away.
No, I'm really" I feel bad because I know that Miss Ellie must really be hurt.
I'm sorry. I really am.
- Let's just drop it, Cliff. - Sure.
Why don't we get in the car, go to the bank, get the money?
And then I'll take you to lunch.
There is no one else like you in the world. You are truly one of a kind.
I'm proud of you too.
- Oh, God. - Huh?
Do you think he'll go or stay?
I don't know. He's a hard man to read.
The thing is, we don't have a foreman on Southfork.
I'm gonna have to run things around here until we hire somebody.
I'm not gonna be able to do much with the business.
Well, it's just as well.
I think I'll stay close to Miss Ellie.
I'm really worried about her.
I guess it's worse for her than the rest of us.
Maybe I'll take her somewhere until this whole thing blows over.
Miss Ellie never was one to run from trouble.
That's a fact.
[HORSE WHINNIES]
Did you know that Donna was coming home?
Nope.
Guess I better go say hello.
Thank you.
Give you a hand with your bags?
Sure.
Thanks.
How are you feeling?
Fine.
No morning sickness, like that?
No, not yet.
How's things in Washington?
Well, pretty much like I expected.
Not gonna be easy.
If it was easy. They wouldn't need you.
Look, um.
I'm sorry that I missed you the other night.
Yeah, Jenna told me you called.
I wish I'd been there.
I had to talk to Miss Ellie.
Is everything all right?
Kind of Topsy-turvy.
The foreman I hired, Wes Parmalee?
Yeah, what about him?
RAY: Well, it seems he claims he's somebody else.
Hello, J.R.
Well, hello, Daddy.
Well, glad to see you got your memory back...
long enough to recognize me.
You've lost a little weight since I saw you.
You're looking good.
And I'd like to say the same about you...
but since I never laid eyes on you before, that'd be a little difficult.
How did you find me?
They told me at your motel you hang out around here.
Not something the real Jock Ewing would do.
I've changed.
Yeah, more than a little.
Now you're gonna tell me you don't believe I'm your daddy.
No, he a waste of time.
- I came here to ask you a question. - Ask ahead. I've got nothing to hide.
What do you want to drop this act, get out of Dallas?
[CHUCKLING]
I gotta say you boys are acting true to form.
Bobby came by to b*at the tar out of me, and you wanna buy me out.
I didn't come down here to discuss my family.
You're obviously a fraud.
You have no fingerprints.
I wouldn't have put it past you to b*rned them off yourself.
No way we can check with your dental records...
and your memory comes and goes.
Don't forget the voice, boy.
Yeah, that's the biggest crock of all, right there.
If you were small, you'd take some money and get out.
Could be I'm not after money.
Sure you are, I can smell it.
Now, Bobby might be too nice to do you any real harm...
but I wouldn't find it any trouble to get a couple of good old boys...
and have them run you out one night.
You know, I've been gone so long...
both you boys have forgot something about me.
Oh?
Jock Ewing can't be scared off...
and he can't be bought ”.
Now, like it or not, J.R.. Your daddy's back to stay.
[CHATTERING]
BARTENDER: Yes, sir? - Double bourbon and branch.
Yes, sir.
Hey, would you look at this?
Look at the face on her.
What are you looking at? Look at that body.
MAN : How'd you like to have her walking up to you wearing that thing?
MAN : I don't think I could stand it, heh-heh.
- I gotta find out who this is. - You ain't never gonna find that out.
You're gonna have to meet her in your dreams.
Yup.
I'll be seeing her tonight when I strike the pitcher out.
Yeah, you and me both.
[CHUCKLING]
I should buy something like that for my wife.
MAN : Yeah, you think that'll help any? - Can't hurt.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Oh, my God.
J.R.: Where have you been?
J.R., you frightened me.
Where have you been?
At work.
What's wrong with you?
This is what's the matter with me, darling.
This is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen.
How can you let yourself be seen like this?
- There's nothing wrong with it. - Oh, really?
You should've heard the two morons that I had to sit and listen to...
drooling over this, talking about what they'd like to do with you.
That's their problem, not mine.
No.
No, darling, it's mine.
Do you know how many people we know have seen this?
What are they gonna think?
I don't care what they think. It's only a picture.
Well, it's the last picture you ever make like this.
Because your career is over.
Your modeling days are through.
Just who the hell do you think you are?
I pay my own bills, I make my own way. You don't own me.
I want you to stop those ads right now.
All right. Fine. I'll stop.
The day Sue Ellen moves off Southfork...
and you tell the world you wanna marry me.
Nothing I can do about that right now and you know it. I'm working on it.
Then you better get used to seeing more of my pictures...
because until the day I'm Mrs. J.R. Ewing...
I'll do any damn thing I please.
Whenever it gets too much for you, you know how to stop it.
Thought you had some pride in yourself.
I do, a lot.
That's why I'm doing exactly what I want.
Now, would you please leave?
Mama.
Hello, Bobby.
You can't let it get you.
That's what Clayton said.
I keep thinking about the day of the barbeque.
The day we got the news that Jock's helicopter crashed.
You remember what happened to us after that?
Yes, I do.
But that happened and it's over.
Is it?
What if"?
What if this story's true?
- What if that man really is...? - He isn't.
Mama, I went to see him last night.
He's cool, he's very smooth...
and he's got a hell of a story. But he isn't Daddy.
I know it.
It's a con, Mama.
And I know how much it hurts.
But you gotta stop thinking about it.
Oh, I... I want to, Bobby. I want to.
But I just don't know how.
There is a lot of opposition to what we're trying to do.
J.R.: I don't know why they can't see the more wells are shut down...
the more oil you're gonna have to import.
The price of oil is down at the pump.
Now, that makes a lot of senators from the north very happy.
Sure, that's damn short-sighted if you ask me.
This tariff is never gonna work. What we need is direct action.
I tell you what, you got any ideas, I'll be happy to listen to them.
You'll know when the time is right.
ELLIE: John Ross, you better hurry up. You'll be late for school.
I'm through, Grandma.
- Bye, Daddy. - Bye, son. See you tonight.
ELLIE: Is Bobby gonna be in Corsicana long?
- Bye, Mama. - Oh, no, I don't think so.
It should be an easy buyout.
- Morning, everybody. DONNA: Morning.
ELLIE: Morning.
Have you seen the paper yet this morning?
No, I haven't, why?
Well, there's a picture in it I thought you might like to see.
The Valentine Girl.
Isn't that precious?
You know. She looks a lot like that girl...
that Cliff Barnes used to live with.
Very pretty in a trashy sort of way.
She doesn't look trashy to me.
Really? Wasn't that long ago that you used to say...
that anyone that posed for pictures like that, um...
- was nothing better than a tramp. - That was different.
- It was? How? - Yes, it was.
Ahem. Sue Ellen, I know you don't have much to fill your day with...
but the rest of us have real problems.
Oh, please, J.R. The last thing in the world I wanna do is talk about problems.
I should've eaten breakfast downtown.
- I'll see you tonight. - That'd be nice.
I do admire the way you get under his skin.
It's taken years of practice.
I think I've finally gotten the hang of it.
What are you doing here, Parmalee?
Ellie threw you off this ranch once. I'd be mighty happy to do it again.
Well, I'm sorry to hear you say that, Clayton.
I thought we might befriends.
I could've been friends with the man I thought you were.
But not with you now.
Same person, different name.
You're a phony, Parmalee. A troublemaker.
- And I want you out of here. - Why are you so upset?
I'm the one who should be.
I don't believe you said that.
Why not?
You're the one living with my wife.
I'm over there in that motel room all by myself.
Ellie's not your wife, she's mine. And she's gonna stay that way.
Well, it's still early in the game.
Game?
That what this is?
I'd have thought by now...
you'd have seen it wasn't gonna work and belong gone.
Well, I'm not leaving, Clayton.
Now, I thought I owed it to you to tell you that.
I never wanted any of this to happen.
But now that it has, I'm gonna take back what's mine.
There's nothing here that's yours...
including my wife.
And even if you were Jock Ewing, and no doubt about it...
I wouldn't just roll over and get out of your way.
Ellie's my wife. I love her.
And believe me...
I'm gonna fight any way I have to to keep her.
Now, I don't wanna see you on this ranch again.
KENDALL: Good morning, J.R.
PHYLLIS: Morning, J.R. - Sly.
Come into my office.
Yes, sir?
Have you seen these Valentine Girl ads?
Heh, yeah, aren't they great? I was thinking of getting sum...
I didn't ask for your opinion.
Find out who owns the company and if it's for sale.
- You wanna buy it? - This is a disgrace.
If I have to buy the company and shut it down, that's what I'm gonna do.
- You really think they're that bad? - Sly, do you enjoy working here?
- Yes, of course I do. - Good.
Then just get me that information and don't ask any more questions.
Yes, sir.
p*rn is what it is.
[SCOFFS]
I never had no jet plane.
Never belonged to no country club.
Just a hard-working oilman was all I ever was.
I know that.
I've seen wells that go dry.
I've seen fields that look good go bust.
But, uh...
I never seen nothing like this.
Back when oil was and better...
we all got too big for our britches.
Figured it was never gonna end.
Banks standing in line handing out money.
Didn't even ask was you qualified.
Banks are going bust too, Mr. Hillel.
Sold off everything I own, but this field.
Ain't near enough to pay back what I owe.
Mr. Hillel, I believe I'm making you a fair offer for your company.
Are you now?
What are we talking here? Thirty cents on the dollar?
Just hurts like hell to see a fellow oilman...
taking advantage of the situation.
Thirty cents on the dollar...
is better than declaring bankruptcy and coming out of this with nothing.
Ewing Oil is gonna assume your debts...
and try and work out a deal with your bankers.
I got a lot of my life in these fields.
Well, you're not the only one.
But you aren't one of the ones that can come out of it with something.
Fact is, I may have to sell off this hardware and just keep the reserves.
Exploration the way it is...
it's only companies with large reserves that are gonna come back.
Once the price of oil goes up again.
And that's, uh, Ewing Oil?
That's the plan.
So do we have a deal or not?
I reckon so.
I don't see no other way out.
Well, guess we might as well go down to the bank...
and make it official.
Let's do it.
APRIL: Hello, Jack.
April.
What are you doing here?
Is that my greeting after all we've meant to each other?
We never meant anything to each other.
I thought you'd make a great wife, you thought I'd be a great meal ticket.
Well, we were both wrong... until now.
Oh, heh, heh. No new.
You'd still be a lousy wife and I'm still a lousy provider.
You're very modest, Jack.
I've been hearing great things about you.
Yeah, that's surprising.
How would you hear anything about me?
You're becoming quite famous.
Your name's in all the papers.
Even the paper where I live.
So?
So...
you now own percent of Ewing Oil.
And Ewing Oil's worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
[LAUGHING]
Ah, yes, of course.
Well, at least you're honest, April.
You do love money.
I would if I had some.
You're not getting any from me.
I don't have any.
Besides, I don't owe you any.
Jack.
You really should have stuck around for the final divorce hearing.
I was very convincing.
What is that supposed to mean?
Well, after what the nice judge heard what a miserable life I had with you...
how you left me in the lurch with all those bills.
What bills? We didn't owe any money.
Hm.
I managed to charge a few things before you left.
Heh.
I'll bet you did.
Anyway...
I convinced him that I had faith in your ability to make money.
So since there was nothing to split at that time...
he granted me percent of your future income for five years.
He what?
It was a long sh*t on my part...
but I figured, “What the hell?“
Frankly, I didn't think you'd amount to anything.
And up until now I was right.
From a money standpoint you're still light.
I don't think so.
Here's your copy.
You own percent of Ewing Oil, and half that's mine.
Pretty simple, no?
Well...
maybe I'll go downtown and say hello to my other partners.
You really look good, Jack.
And one part of our marriage certainly worked.
If you get lonely some night, call me.
Maybe we'll go for double or nothing.
How did it go in Corsicana?
All right, I made the deal.
I keep telling myself we're doing the right thing...
but I think we're taking advantage of them.
Well, I feel sorry for those folks myself...
but if we don't do it, somebody else will.
Gotta be like the shark, Bobby.
- Keep moving or die. - I know all that.
But that doesn't make it any easier.
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- Yeah. SLY: .J.R...
there's a Mr. Wes Parmalee here to see you and Bobby.
All right, bring him in.
- Then you ladies go on home. - Yes, sir.
What do you suppose he wants?
He wants something.
SLY: Right this way.
J.R., can I get you anything before I go?
J.R.: No, Sly. Thank you, good night. - Yes, sir.
JR.
Bobby.
What do you want, Parmalee?
Don't waste much time on greetings these days, do you?
Not on you.
Then you'll both be happy to hear I've decided to leave Dallas.
Is that a fact?
WES: I know I've caused you all pain.
But it's hurt me too.
None of my family except, maybe, Ray...
can see who I really am.
So I guess maybe it's better if I leave.
You came down here to take me up on my offer.
How much is it gonna cost for you to go?
Not a penny.
I don't want anything from you.
I just came over here to talk to you. Say goodbye.
I don't expect I'll see either of you again.
That's a very noble speech, Daddy.
Now, how about the truth?
What truth?
The truth that you realize you can't pull off this little Charade.
You're a fraud and we all know it.
How could a fraud know the things I know?
The Ewings are a mighty public family.
Anybody can dig up a certain amount of information on us.
Then you tell me how I could've found out...
“about that hunting Hip you and me and JR. and Ray...
took over to Lake Takapa.
How we ran into that crazy old cool and his son...
and they ambushed us and sh*t me.
How could I have read about laying there thinking I was dying?
And telling you about Amanda, my first wife?
How you had to look after her for me.
Tell me how anyone on God's green Earth but Jock Ewing could know that.
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