What do you hope to get out of all this?
My place in my family.
My place in my company. My name, son.
You're not even married.
And already sounds of Bobby Ewing coming out of your mouth.
I'm resigning as your personal banker.
Everybody's gonna rendezvous. Charges will be set.
And hours later, it's gonna look like the Fourth of July.
You were told to get off this ranch. Get off and stay off.
ELLIE: Look, Clayton, please, no.
He might walk with everything that was Jack's.
- Including Ewing Oil? - Everything that was Jack's.
Morning.
Sue Ellen.
And did we sleep well?
What kind of a dumb question is that?
You mean, you didn't rest better knowing your daddy's back in your life?
Have you been lacing your coffee already this morning?
That con man is not my daddy, you know it.
He did have Jock's things and from what he told...
I don't give a damn what he told anybody.
Every word out of that man's mouth is a lie.
He wants to get his hands on Ewing money.
Theta you go. That's my JR.
Always afraid the world wants something you have.
What other reason would he have for being here?
He wants Ewing Oil, that's what he wants.
Did I fall asleep when Miss Ellie was talking last night?
Did she say that Jock wanted Ewing Oil...?
Not Jock, Sue Ellen.
Parmalee or who the hell ever he is.
And, of course he didn't say that, but he will.
I'll bet everything I have on it.
- Good morning. - Morning.
Morning.
Well, there are some politicians who have...
one eye on, uh, legislation.
The other two eyes on their election campaign.
And they read in the papers that Canada can make a profit on $ a barrel...
and the Persian Gulf states at a fraction of that.
They don't understand why Americans should need tariffs...
to raise them up to .
It's because it costs more to produce a barrel of oil here than anywhere else.
The prices are up now, and that's terrific.
When they go back down, we need protection...
and $ a barrel is a fair price.
What am I giving you a lecture for?
- You know as much about it as us. - Because I'm playing devil's advocate.
It helps me sharpen my sales pitch.
Well, good. But I've got to take off now.
We're going to do a serious investigation of Mr. Parmalee's background today.
I think that's a good idea.
- Bye-bye, Mama. - Bye.
BOBBY: You keep punching, champ. We're almost at the end of round one.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Coming.
Cliff, Jack's here.
CLIFF: Okay.
JAMIE: Hi. - Hey, kiddo.
[CHUCKLING]
- How you doing? - I'm good, thanks.
- How are you? - Great.
- Good to see you. - Thanks.
Come on in the kitchen. I still have something on the stove.
You know, the most amazingly depressing thing happened to me yesterday.
- Oh? - Mm-hm.
Right after you left the pool...
my ex-wife showed up.
Jack, you never told me that you were married.
Well, on my achievement scale of about one to ...
didn't seem to register.
Well, obviously it did for her if she went to the trouble of looking you up.
Maybe she's still in love with you.
[LAUGHING]
No, I don't think so.
April has one love in her life and she's very, very faithful to it.
- Money. - Hm.
Yup, she looked me up because she read somewhere...
that I got a piece of Ewing Oil, and she wants half of it.
Can she get it?
Well, I made a few mistakes when I left her.
Like letting he! take care of the divorce.
Evidently, she batted her eyes to the judge a few times.
And he made her a little present.
Like percent of my income for a while.
You've gotta be kidding.
Hm, I wish.
I mean, percent, it kills me.
She's not entitled to damn plug nickel.
New, Jack, she was your wife.
Wife? If I gave you a dollar for every time she cooked...
it wouldn't buy you enough gas to reach Demon.
I don't think you have to worry about that.
Ewing Oil doesn't look like it'll be showing any profits.
Of course Cliff did just gave you an awful lot of money.
It'd serve you right it she took half of that.
All right, let's not get into that again and we...
Ah, good morning.
Oh, perfect. Breakfast is ready. Let's sit down.
Hi, Jack. I'm glad you came over.
JACK: Thank you, Cliff.
Keep on talking. Don't let me interrupt you.
No. No, it's all right. Not important.
I'm gonna get some breakfast and go to the office.
I have a feeling that today is gonna be one of those days...
where everything starts coming together...
my way.
J.R.: Well, what did he say? GORDON: Not a lot.
B.D. Calhoun never does.
But I got the impression that he wasn't turned off by your idea.
Good. I wanna get going and do something about this...
before the American oil industry goes under.
You know. I was reading in the trade paper...
independent oil companies filed for bankruptcy...
and that's just last month.
I don't see the Arabs shutting down.
[PHONE BUZZES]
- Yeah? WOMAN: J.R., Bobby just came in.
- You said you wanted to see him? - Yeah, ask him in, would you?
My little brother is gonna be joining us.
He's a funny kind of guy.
He doesn't always appreciate the way I handle things.
I think we'll just keep this Calhoun business to ourselves.
- Fine by me. - He doesn't have to know about it.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
J.R: Yeah, come in. BOBBY: J.R?
Say, Bob. I want you to meet a friend of mine.
- Garrett Gordon. - How do you do?
GORDON: Bobby. - He has an interesting background.
He was with the Central Intelligence Agency.
- Oh, is that so? - Yeah.
Well, I'm retired now.
I thought he'd be more helpful on this Parmalee business...
than, well, say, a local detective who only knows Dallas.
Where did you operate when you were active?
Well, they liked to move us around a lot.
Knows South America like the back of his hand.
Oh, good.
I worked out of a couple of American embassies down there.
I gave him everything we know about that impersonator.
Which is not very much, I'm afraid.
He could start with that ranch up in Colorado.
And then work backwards down through South America.
You sure you never saw him before?
From what your brother tells me, he had to have known your father.
Well, he had Daddy's things, so we assume that.
Now the important thing is he knew what Daddy told me up at Lake Takapa.
And you have no idea of how.
No, I can't imagine.
Well, we'll do our best to find out.
I'm counting on it.
- So long. - Nice to meet you.
JR.
Oh, listen, Bob.
Uh, I made an appointment with Harv Smithfield.
Later on this afternoon, I'd like you to join.
What's it about?
Well, I don't know about you...
but as far as I'm concerned...
Parmalee has a g*n at our heads.
And I'm gonna make sure it's not loaded.
[SIGHS]
- Good morning, Jackie. My sister in yet? - Yes.
Call up Jordan Lee on the phone.
- Make an appointment for lunch. - Today?
[CHUCKLES]
At the Oil Baron's Club, that will do fine.
- Good morning, Pam. PAM: Morning.
- Uh, I was wondering... - Oh.
- What...? - Here it is.
Great. Oh, that's great, $ million. That's just great.
Well, now Jordan promises me...
that this will protect the $ million we've put in.
I've already put in.
What? Oh, yeah, well, yeah. But you did it for me.
- And I appreciate that. - Good, because I'm not doing it again.
- Yeah, what? - I'm resigning as your personal banker.
Wait. Wait a minute.
No, you wait a minute.
When was the last time you consulted me about anything?
Asked my advice or even listened to a suggestion?
Oh, boy, I knew it. You're not even married yet...
and already sounds of Bobby Ewing coming out of your mouth.
Oh, you think so? Well, you just shut up about Bobby.
Next time you bite the hand that feeds you...
- it's gonna slap you down. - That feeds me?
Supports you, puts a safety net under you...
Oh, if you weren't my brother.
Pam, what has gotten into you?
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.
Especially since I saw how badly you treat Jamie.
It's appalling. But you know something?
It's no different than you treat anybody else.
Including me.
You don't want anything from me, do you, Cliff?
Just my money.
In case Barnes-Wentworth collapses.
Pam, I'm shocked.
Oh, take your million, and shore up your deal with Jordan Lee.
But don't come back here, because I'm not giving you any more.
Here's the belt buckle. And the letters.
But what gets to me is that he knows things about this family...
that only Daddy could know. BOBBY: Or that he heard.
J.R.: What can he do with it? BOBBY: Nothing.
I tell you, this man is not Daddy. There's nothing he can do legally.
Is that right, Harv?
We're governed here by the laws of Braddock County.
Now, normally. There's a seven-year waiting period...
before a missing person can be declared dead.
Now, at the time of Jack's hearing...
he'd been gone for less than two years...
and there was no body ever found.
Now, it someone should come along to contest the court's decision...
- it's possible he could have a case. - You gotta be out of your mind.
The law works in mysterious ways.
Are you telling me some guy can just walk in...?
Bobby, he'd have to have proof, of course.
The court would wanna know where he's been.
His medical history would have to match up with Jack's.
- There's a matter of fingerprints. - The man doesn't have fingerprints.
Conveniently b*rned off.
Well, there are other things.
Look, I don't specialize in this kind of law so I could be wrong.
All I'm trying to say, though...
is I think J.R. is right to take this thr*at seriously.
The man is not Daddy.
I don't say he is. I couldn't.
But you've gotta understand one thing.
Reality and the law are sometimes different things.
And it this man could convince the court that he's your daddy...
he might walk away with everything that was Jack's.
Including Ewing Oil?
Everything that was Jack's.
Call and get more of those little socks with the little frills on top.
Pick up (he pace. We have kn orders.
[PHONE RINGS]
We gotta get them all out today, hurry.
Hello. Yes, Ben?
Uh, all right, let me just check on them.
Yes, let me check on it, all right.
Cynthia? I got Georgette's boutique on the line.
What happened to that red-tasseled teaser we sent them?
- We didn't send them. They're here. - Supposed to go out three days ago!
Tomorrow, Bert, guaranteed. They're already on the trucks.
Ben, when I say guaranteed, that is a promise. Okay, goodbye.
- Hi. - Uh, yeah.
Oh, hi.
[PHONE RINGS]
Cynthia, will you get that other line, please?
Lady, you are k*lling me.
What are you talking about?
In the last two weeks...
I've sold more products than I did in four years in this business.
I can't handle it.
- You're not complaining. - It should go on forever.
This place turned into a circus.
I already hired on more help. I gotta find myself a new space.
I never dreamed it'd get so big.
Frankly, neither did I.
You know what my problem is? Supply.
See this stack of orders, it goes up to the ceiling. I cannot fill them.
You can manage.
I don't know. I got a call in to every manufacturer...
in the south and southwest.
Really? Well you better pick up the phone and call the rest of the country.
Because, um, things are only going to get better.
VALENTINE: Lady...
you sure know how to pick them.
It's a family talent.
MAN : My, my, my. She can go right up here.
MAN : Mighty fine. - Mighty fine.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
You go get the front. I'll put this up.
MAN : How do you do, sir?
Fill it up, unleaded.
Check oil and water?
Yeah, you might as well. You got a soda machine?
Sod... Yeah, right through there, and to your left, sir.
Oh, God.
Oh, ain't she something?
I'd give anything to get my arms around her.
Yeah, I bet she would, you little lowlife.
Have a little respect for women.
Hey, what are you doing?
Buy yourself a book, learn how to read instead of looking at this trash.
MAN : Anything else for you, sir? - No, here.
- I'll get that change for you. - I don't need any change.
- Dora Mae. DORA MAE: Good afternoon, Mr. Lee.
- Cliff Barnes get here yet? - Yes, I'll take you right over.
Cliff? Sorry I'm late.
Couldn't break out of my last meeting.
CLIFF: I just got here.
I'll have a bourbon and branch, please.
Cassie will bring it right over.
Well.
I was glad to hear from you.
I guess you talked to Pam.
No, actually, I didn't.
You didn't ask her for the million?
I'll tell you, without that, you stand a chance of losing your investment.
That will mean $ million down the drain.
Well, if I do, it's your fault.
- My fault? - That's right.
You talked me into it. You told me it was a no-lose situation.
I never said that.
I said it was a good deal, and it is.
Yeah, so good that sister is about to lose $ million?
Talk to her, Cliff.
Pam is an intelligent woman, she'll understand.
No. Nope. I've thought long and hard about it.
Good conscience, I can't ask her to fill good money after bad.
Listen, I resent that attitude.
What I got you into was a prime situation, and it still is.
All right, then you buy me out.
Well, I'll do it the second it I had the cash just to get rid of you.
I know somebody interested.
- Who? - Marilee Stone.
Great. Talk to her.
Tell her I'm ready to sell, cents on the dollar.
If it were me, I wouldn't give one red cent over .
Forget it, Cassie. I'm leaving.
I'll tell you something else, Cliff.
That's the last deal you'll ever get involved in with me.
Hey, at your rate of return, I certainly hope so.
Charlie, come on. I have to get to the shop.
Oh, no.
What on Earth do you think you're doing?
You get back in that house and take that paint off now.
But all the girls wear makeup.
I don't care about all the other girls.
I care about you.
You don't care about anything.
[SIGHS]
Are you all right?
Oh, it's this constant fighting. I don't know what to do with her.
She's getting worse and worse. It's making me sick.
The doctor took some tests the other day.
He thinks I might be getting an ulcer.
No.
I don't know where you two were headed now.
But the reason I stopped by...
was to see if Charlie'd like to come and ride Darius for a while.
Oh, I don't think so, Ray.
Why not?
She told me this morning she hates Darius.
She hates Southfork, and she never wants to ride again.
She's just hurting real bad.
She's still feeling a lot of pain.
One thing I'll guarantee you, though...
is she does not hate that horse of hers.
I've been thinking.
What if we moved Darius...
from Southfork over to my new place?
That way, you could come over and see her anytime you wanted to.
And neither one of you would have to face any of the rest of the family.
Oh, I don't know, Ray.
Why not?
Maybe it'd help take a little of that tension out.
Well, it's worth a try.
- Anything is worth a try. - Good.
I'm gonna go first thing in the morning and do it myself.
You're a lovely man, Ray.
If I were Donna, I'd watch out.
[RAY CHUCKLES]
Thanks.
My pleasure. Yeah.
- See you tomorrow, Sly. - Bye-bye.
- Good night, ladies. PHYLLIS: Good night, J.R.
Say, Sly. What's the word on that lingerie company...
I asked you to look into?
I got the address for you but I'm trying to find out who owns it.
- Keep on it, will you? SLY: Yes, sir.
Excuse me. I'm looking for Jack Ewing.
You mean JR. Ewing?
No, Jack Ewing.
He owns a piece of Ewing Oil, and I thought he might be working here.
You're right. He does own a piece of this company.
But he doesn't have anything to do with it.
- Who are you? - I'm just an old friend of Jack's.
I heard about his good fortune, and I wanted to congratulate him.
Uh-huh. Well, his good fortune starts the day he gets out of my company.
I'm J.R. Ewing.
April Stevens.
Well, April. If you're really a good friend of his...
you might tell him that that piece he's holding is not gonna do him any good.
Really? I'd have thought percent of Ewing Oil...
would do a person a lot of good.
You know about that percentage, do you?
He was in all the papers.
Oh, I see. Well, I guess if you read about that...
you also read that we're right in the middle of a huge price slump.
And it's tearing this industry apart.
Are you telling me that Ewing Oil's having financial difficulties?
Well, every independent in America is having financial difficulties.
But Ewing Oil is such a huge company.
Mm. Let me give you a little lesson in economics, huh?
You see, the bigger the company, the bigger the debt.
And I don't care if you got a billion dollars...
if your debt is a billion and one. You're losing money.
A billion dollars?
You'd have to be very rich to owe a billion dollars.
Yes.
Well, I don't know how close you are to Jack.
But like I said before, you might explain a few things to him.
It could save us all a lot of trouble.
Good night, J.R.
Uh-huh. Yeah. Night, Sly.
Good evening, Miss Ellie.
How dare you come back here again?
No. Oh, no.
Don't do that.
I've been hanging around out here for hours.
Not knowing if you'd come out, hoping you would.
Hoping you'd be alone.
What is it you want?
Just to see you, Ellie.
I can't tell you how much I've missed you, and now it's worse than ever.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't know you!
Ellie, you don't know how it was.
At first, not knowing who I was.
Or what I meant to anybody in the world.
And then gradually finding out...
but then realizing...
that life had changed so much for you, my showing up again might hurt you.
You are not Jock Ewing.
Believe me, I wish that I weren't.
It'd be easier. But I am.
Am.
Since I saw you again...
and touched your hand and looked into your eyes...
you've been drawing me like a magnet, Ellie.
Just like the time that Punk...
lent us his lodge down on the lake, remember?
For that second honeymoon I took you on.
- How do you...? - What?
Remember?
How could I forget?
You think it meant any less to me than it did to you?
Neither one of us were kids then, Ellie.
But it was like we were again.
[SIGHS]
- My God. - What the hell are you doing here?
ELLIE: Clayton? - You were told to get off this ranch.
- Now get off and stay off. ELLIE: No, Clayton, please, no.
Amongst the three of us...
you've got about the least amount of rights here.
Don't talk to me about right...
Oh, no, wait. Clayton, no.
Miss Ellie...
I can't believe you can't see me.
Even through this mask of a face.
CLAYTON: We see through you, all right.
Get off this property. Now.
Please.
I've done lots of readings since I've been alone.
Some of it in the Bible.
And there's a line in there that says forgive them, Father...
Joy they know not what they do.
I forgive you, Ellie.
But it's hard.
Hi.
Uh, excuse me. Do you happen to know “ named Apr“ Stevens?
Yeah. She's in the chaise by the waterfall.
CLIFF: Okay. Thank you. MAN: Okay.
Uh...
Excuse me, I'm Cliff Barnes.
And if you really stretch the point, we're family.
Don't tell me. You're Adam, I'm Eve.
No. No.
You see, we are... I say, we were related, son of.
Because I just married Jamie Ewing, and you were married to her brother, Jack.
- I'm surprised Jack told you about me. - He didn't.
You know, I just overheard him talking about you to Jamie...
and I, uh...
started to ask around, I found out where you lived.
Rushed right over to welcome me to Dallas.
Hey, with looks like yours I'd go anywhere to welcome you.
I'm amazed that Jack let you go.
Come here for a reason or to watch me oil my legs?
No. I heard that you get percent of everything that Jack owns.
And Jack has something that I want.
Really?
A little piece of Ewing Oil.
And I'd be willing to pay you a lot of money for your half.
Interesting.
Well, I'm no expert.
But I was talking to someone who is.
And he said that given the condition of today's oil market...
that percent wouldn't show a profit for a long, long while.
So why are you willing to pay me lots of money?
Because my interest in Ewing Oil is strictly personal.
And unlike you, I can wait for my profit.
Why unlike me?
Because I sense that you're a girl in a hurry.
Here's my card...
with my private office number on there.
I want you to think it over.
Just came in to a lot of extra money...
and I think we could do business together.
Stranger things have happened.
J.R.: Nervous?
CALHOUN: Why? Do I look nervous?
J.R.: Why the bodyguard?
CALHOUN: Jack, wait outside.
Okay, I'm gonna figure on , men in all.
I'm gonna filter them into the country slowly.
- Not gonna look like us, are they? - No, they're gonna look Arabic.
Most of them are gonna fly into Riyadh...
and the port cities. New...
the fuel itself has been my main problem.
It's right smack in the middle of a desert.
Yeah. Probably surrounded by a small army too.
No, but it's pretty well-protected.
Now getting expl*sives to them has been my headache.
We figured out a way to do it.
We're gonna carry them in with the Bedouins.
- The Bedouins? - That's right, on horses and camels.
That's the craziest idea I've ever heard of.
Why don't you get them in on helicopters?
Oh, I can get in that way. I mean, getting out is another story.
I don't send my men on su1c1de missions.
Huh. I don't... Bedouins.
CALHOUN: The Bedouins are an interesting group of people.
They're like the Gypsies.
They're the only tribe alive that can travel those sands freely.
They can even cross in and out of Israel without too much interference.
- Is that a fact? - Yeah.
But as I said, I only plan on using them to carry some equipment in.
And a couple of our men.
Now, everybody's gonna rendezvous...
the charges will be set and our people will slip out.
And hours later, it's gonna look like the Fourth of July.
What about the risk factor?
What, financially?
No, no. We'll get to that later. What if somebody gets k*lled?
Hey, this isn't a Sunday school picnic, but then that's not your problem.
No. But I'll tell you what my problem is...
somebody finding out that I'm behind this project.
Just suppose one of your men does get k*lled, the body is traced back here.
Mr. Ewing, if you don't think I know my business, you find somebody else.
I might leave a few bodies scattered around...
just to throw bloodhounds off the track.
I mean, they're gonna be dead before I get them.
- I don't plan on creating any new ones. - All right. All right.
I just don't wanna be responsible for another Bay of Pigs fiasco.
Yeah. Well, neither do I.
Now, what I have outlined here is just a general plan.
I'm gonna narrow it down. I'm gonna get back to you with a cost estimate.
But when I do I'm gonna expect you to say yea or nay.
Then I'll need some kind of down payment.
How much?
A million ought to be good faith enough.
All right, you got a deal.
I just wanna make sure my name is in clear.
BOBBY: And what else?
And a hamburger with mustard and ketchup and everything.
And a double scoop of chocolate...
and a soda.
PAM: Wait a minute.
- And popcorn. - Where are you gonna put all that?
He's gotta put it on his face, on his shirt and all over my car.
Daddy, look. It's Charlie.
Hi, Charlie.
Get out of here, kid.
Charlie, it's me.
Go on. b*at it. She doesn't wanna talk to you.
Hey, just keep your hands off the kid.
Here comes Daddy to protect little precious.
Does your mama know you're hanging around with these clowns?
- Leave me alone. - Charlie, I'm talking to you.
- Bobby, maybe we shouldn't. MAN: You heard her.
She said leave her alone.
When I wanna hear from you, son. You'll know it.
Isn't that cute?
You have no right to tell me what to do.
Daddy?
What are you smoking, partner?
He sure asks a lot of questions.
Come on, Charlie. I'm taking you home.
- No. - You're about to make a big mistake.
- You just made one. - Oh, yeah?
[GRUNTING]
Come on, you're coming with me.
CHARLIE: No, I hate you. BOBBY: Yes, you are.
I hate you. You have no right to do this.
Come on.
Get in and sit down.
- I'll take her to Jenna's, all right? - Sure.
I'll send Cassie right over.
ELLIE: Thank you.
Thanks for coming, Mavis.
Did you think I wouldn't?
Something from the bar?
Oh, yeah. I'll have some white wine, please.
MAVIS: And I'll have an iced tea, please.
I had to talk to somebody outside the family, Mavis.
Something's happened...
that's just thrown me so completely.
If you're talking about the new foreman that you hired, I know about it.
- How? - Punk told me.
It's staggering.
He seems to know so much about our lives.
On the way over here, I was trying to imagine how I would feel...
if something like this had happened to me.
Could you imagine it?
I mean... what if it was Punk?
And you thought... You thought he was dead.
And then he came back.
But he looks so different.
Ellie, I can't be really sure...
but I think that I would feel something.
Four years is along time.
Memory can play funny tricks on people.
Oh, I know. Good Lord, Ellie. Though, you were his wife.
You know that man inside.
Forgetting the face or anything else.
I thought... I thought about that. I think that's so.
No.
Whoever this man is, he cannot be Jock.
Ellie, you'd sense something if he were.
You don't, do you?
The odd thing is...
that I do sense something.
There's something, something familiar about him.
Maybe that's why...
I can't pass the whole thing ” as a hoax yet.
There's something about...
the way he talks to me.
That very gentle...
but strong way that Jock had.
Here you are.
Ellie, do you really think it's possible?
No. No, not really.
But what if it were?
Oh, Ellie.
I have this vision...
that's kept me awake every night since he's appeared.
That the man behind...
that unfamiliar face...
really is Jock.
And... he's homeless... and rejected...
by his sons and his wife.
My God, Mavis.
What if he really is Jock?
What are you doing here?
Oh, I, uh... We brought Charlie home.
What was she doing with you?
BOBBY: Well, she wasn't with us, really.
We went to a hamburger place...
she was in the parking lot with some rough guys.
Well, they were probably her friends.
No, I don't think these were the kind of friends you'd have chose for her.
Jenna, we don't mean to interfere.
Well, you're doing a pretty good job of it.
I just didn't think she should be hanging around with them.
Who are you to tell me who my daughter can hang around with?
Jenna, they're smoking dope.
- The last thing that we want to do is... - Look, you stay out of this.
You have no right to interfere. It has nothing to do with you.
BOBBY: Jenna... - And you either.
Charlie is my daughter, and I can raise her perfectly well.
It's only because we're concerned, Jenna.
JENNA: She doesn't need your concern and neither do I.
What she does is our business.
Now, would you please just"?
Just leave?
DONNA: Hi. RAY: Hi.
Well, it's like you to work on the barn before the house.
Yeah.
I figure you came out here for more than an inspection.
- So, what is it, Donna? - Well...
I just got something on my mind.
And I can't quite get it out.
You're gonna tell me what it is or am I suppose to start guessing?
Oh, look. When I called you from Washington the other night...
and Jenna answered the phone...
Why was she here?
Pardon?
Jenna Wade.
Why was she have at your house at night?
I'm not so sure I wanna answer that.
- Don't you think I have a right to know? - I sure don't.
Ray, um...
Jenna is a woman who's been hurt real badly.
So now...
you're saying that she's bouncing ” Bobby on to me?
No.
No, but things happen.
Jenna is alone.
And so are you.
Not by my choice.
Are you having an affair with Jenna Wade?
You mean, am I sleeping with her?
No, I am not.
And that's about all I'm gonna tell you about Jenna and me.
I'm sorry, I...
You're really something else.
First, you wanna know who I'm with, then why I am with her.
You know. That is none of your business.
As long as you're living under somebody else's roof.
We are still married.
Oh, yeah?
Look at that.
See that big, beautiful house over there?
I bought that for us.
Look here.
That is the key to the front door.
Let me see you move in.
You're not gonna do that, are you?
You wanna stay right where you are.
You don't wanna be here, but you're jealous of anybody who does.
I am not jealous.
Then what's all this about Jenna?
I may have trouble living with you...
but I still love you.
Well, hi, Dave.
Well, hello. Don't we know each other?
I don't think so.
I don't think I'd forget a face like that.
Would you excuse me, please?
- Who is that? - I don't know.
He's just someone who thought he knew me.
Oh?
Good evening. I have your table ready.
Oh, thank you, Dora Mae.
Dora Mae.
You know, I almost got in a fight over you today.
- Over me? - Yeah.
At a gas station, this grease monkey...
was stapling up that centerfold picture of yours. I almost laid him out.
My hero.
You're not taking this seriously.
Of course I'm not.
There's nothing to take seriously.
Oh, look. Let's just drop it.
Why ruin my first night out of prison.
Prison?
It's the first time since that detective started following us...
to see if you're taking me out in public.
Excuse me. Would you like something to drink before dinner?
- Just a plain soda. - My regular, please. Thank you.
Excuse me.
Ma'am, you look real familiar.
Oh, not again.
Yes, ma'am. We'd know you anywhere.
Especially now.
What's going on here? We're trying to have a dinner.
- J.R. - We just want an autograph.
This is a decent restaurant.
- Don't you respect anybody's privacy? - J.R., it's not important.
Huh?
Ma'am, you sure are pretty.
Would you get the hell out of here, or I'll have you thrown out. Go on. Go on.
See the kind of vermin that picture attracts?
For somebody who's worried about being noticed in public...
you certainly made a scene.
Me? Quite a scene. Look at yourself.
Where's that drink?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Am I disturbing you?
Another voice from the chorus?
What chorus is that?
The one trying to sing me out of town.
No. No, not at all.
I came to help.
Well, I'm afraid I don't have much to offer in the way of comfort.
I understand that.
In fact, um... that's why I came over.
I don't imagine you have very much money.
I've seen better times.
So you say.
And until you see them again...
I'm hereto help.
With money?
I have more than enough for my needs.
That's interesting.
Sit down.
If you're offering me help, it must be because you believe I am who I am.
Well, I wouldn't stake my life on it.
But I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.
I never thought you'd be the first.
Anyway. Whether or not you are Jock...
your being here is driving J.R. crazy.
And I can't tell you how that brightens my life.
Well, Sue Ellen...
you've certainly changed in the last few years.
Used to be whenever J.R. hollered “boo“...
you headed straight for the bottle.
Have you turned over a new leaf since I've been away?
Something wrong?
Just thinking.
Wouldn't it be funny if you really were Jock?
You haven't given me an answer.
How much do you need?
Nothing.
There is one thing I would like, though.
I barely even seen my grandson.
Would you bring him around one day?
I might just do that.
[PHONE RINGING]
Charlie!
CHARLIE: What?
The phone is ringing.
Probably for you.
Well, would you get it? I'm doing something.
So am I.
Hello?
Hold on a minute.
I knew it was for you. Nobody ever calls me.
Well, who is it?
The doctor that you went to see.
Hello?
Yes, Dr. Fordham.
Well, it comes and goes.
Sure. I can come and see you tomorrow.
Well, do you know yet what's wrong?
Oh, no.
Yes.
Tomorrow.
Thank you, Dr. Fordham.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, no.
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