08x10 - Over the Edge

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

[indistinct chatter]

[Ben] Good stuff.

To Valene's movie of the week.

Oh, come on, it's not a movie yet.

-Oh, it will be. -But thank you.

Oh, my, I hope there's not going to be

too much of that sort of thing in the movie.

I can't let my grandkids watch it.

-Don't look! -Oh, stop!

[all laughing]

Wait, wait, wait. I have a toast.

To Karen... the best friend I could ever have.

Welcome back. Safe and sound.

-I'll drink to that. -And my family.

Hey, to the whole damn world!

-[Valene] Yeah! -And to the cook!

Yes!

And to whomever is going to do the dishes.

-[Ben] Not me! -And to my new family.

For making me feel so welcome.

-[Karen] Oh. -Hear, hear.

-[Ben] Always. -[Valene] Yes.

[indistinct chatter]

[Ben] Good stuff.

[indistinct chatter]

[Michael] I'm ready for dessert.

-[Valene] How many coffees? -Three.

Three? I'll bring them for everybody.

I don't care if she is Mack's daughter.

She should not have moved into their house.

Mama, Mack is the only family that that girl has got.

-Great dinner, Lilimae. -Oh, thank you, Michael.

Oh. [chuckles]

-[Michael] Hmm. -[Lilimae] Hmm.

I mean, if she were a sweet, honest young lady,

that would be different. But just look at her.

I mean, she is taking advantage of Karen and Mack's generosity.

Mama, I don't know what is making you talk like that.

Oh, right there in the sink, hon'.

Come here, give me a kiss. Come here.

I mean, you don't even know that Paige has done anything wrong.

I told you before,

I think there's something dishonest about her.

I don't say it's a premonition.

No, mama, please don't.

[distant muffled chatter]

Because you choose to remember my premonitions

when they are wrong and ignore them when I'm right.

Lilimae, what are you gonna do with these?

-Great corn muffins. -Mack, you're so subtle.

What? I don't want them to go to waste.

I want you to take them home.

-Come on. -Great. I'd love to.

-Mack! -No, I can't.

Uh, not even if you insist. I don't want to do it.

Take food out of the kids' mouths.

Corn muffins, very nutritious.

All right? I'll pick them up on the way out.

[Lilimae laughs]

Mama, I don't have as much faith in your premonitions as you do.

But even-- even if I did,

I would say that you are not being fair.

If I'm wrong about that, young lady,

if I am being unfair, then tell me now why,

after everybody else has cleared the table,

she's going to poke her head in here

in just a few seconds and ask,

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Oh, come on, mama,

you can't possibly know what's going on.

Is there anything I can do to help?

[ominous music]

Oh, thanks so much, but I think we've just about got it.

-Oh. -Haven't we, Val?

-Val? -Yes, mama.

I think we just about have.

Hon', could you get that coffee pot, please?

Of course.

Take this for your pretty little fingers.

[chuckles] Thank you.

Lean, L-E-A-N, first name Sylvia,

she's 5'6", with brown hair.

No one who fits that description?

Okay, thanks.

No way. It was a great night, wasn't it? I loved it.

-I wish Eric were there. -[scoffs] Yeah.

[Paige] Michael?

-Yeah? Oh. -Oh, here's your shampoo.

Thank you for letting me borrow it.

-Sure. -Good night.

-Good night, mom. -Night, honey.

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

[knocking continues]

[Peter] Hi.

What on earth are you doing here?

It is five o'clock in the morning.

I need to talk.

I can't wait, I need some advice.

[sighs] Peter, if you need advice,

you get a counselor or a therapist.

-But don't come to me. -Jill, you're my sister.

There's no one else.

[sighs] What the hell is going on here?

I need to talk to Jill.

They put this in a movie, I wouldn't believe it.

-Gary, it's important. -I don't care!

-I have to go. -You're kidding.

-I have to. -What is this guy to you?

Not now, Gary.

Geez.

[traffic bustling]

Why don't you say something?

What am I supposed to say?

I couldn't do it.

I can't believe I actually thought of k*lling somebody.

Thought?

Thought, Peter? You tried to do it.

I just wish she'd come home, so I'd know she's all right.

I can't believe it's come to this.

I mean, we started out just trying to get back

what was ours.

We wanted to bring down Galveston Industries

because Paul Galveston hurt our parents.

And now you're no better than he was.

[knocking on door]

Does anybody else know what you tried to do?

No.

-[knocking] -Okay.

If it's a neighbor, she's asleep.

And if it's the police...

you are just as worried as they are.

I don't think that--

You're innocent, Peter, so act like it.

Hello.

Hello.

I have an appointment with your mother.

I didn't think anybody would be here but Mrs. Lane.

She didn't tell you?

Uh, I understood it was going to be just the two of us.

She didn't tell you she couldn't be here today?

-No. -Ben, she's not feeling well.

I thought somebody from my office phoned you.

I'm sorry about the inconvenience.

Well, no problem. I, uh, I'll just have to reschedule.

Please tell her I'm sorry that she's sick

and I hope she's feeling better soon.

I sure will.

And if there's anything else I can do for you...

Well, as a matter of fact,

I am kind of curious about what the winning candidate

and his opponent's campaign manager have to talk about.

-He means what am I doing here. -There you go.

Actually, it wasn't Mr. Hollister's idea. It was mine.

I decided I'd get some early lobbying in

for the office.

Well, then we can go down on record, uh,

saying that Mr. Hollister's office is open

to all constituents

and it wasn't just a campaign promise.

I think I'm as good as my word, Ben.

That's what you told me to find out.

-That's right. -Uh, forgive me, but...

Why meet here?

When Peter couldn't make my appointment, I said--

I wanted to be with my mother.

-But she's not here. -She's here. She's asleep.

So I volunteered to meet him here.

Right.

Right. Well, thank you.

Yeah.

[birds chirping]

[Laura] Oh, I asked Eric to join us, but he said he was too busy.

-Working for Abby? -No, he's working with Abby.

That's a contradiction in terms.

Oh, come on, you gotta hand it to him,

especially when you figure

she did not want to hire him in the first place.

Oh, I know that.

I'm-- yeah, I'm very proud of him.

[chuckles] Seems like I-- I blinked and he was a grown-up.

Michael, too, and Diana.

[phone rings]

You know, I-- I feel

exactly the same person I was 20 years ago,

but I'm a bona fide adult with three grown kids.

I don't know where the time went.

-How did it happen? -Very quickly.

-Yeah. -I have another one for you.

-What? -I got a great life, right?

Married to a man I love. He loves me.

I got a terrific job. Two wonderful kids.

And you want another one?

It shows, huh?

Well, it's only natural.

Have you asked Rick?

I haven't had the courage to.

I mean, he's got a grown daughter and my two sons.

What do you think his response would be?

I don't know. Ask him.

I really do love him.

And I really want to do it all again. The whole thing.

You know, teething, diapering, potty training.

Don't go over-romanticizing it now.

How about you? Do you think you'd like to have another one?

I just got another one.

And she's full grown with all her teeth.

And long since out of diapers.

-So how's that going? -I don't know.

I... think we're in the middle of an adjustment period.

How many times can I say that I'm sorry?

Oh, I don't know. Why don't we try counting 'em?

-Oh, Gary, come on. -No, you come on.

Getting rousted in the middle of the night

by some guy you used to date is not my idea of a good time.

-He was upset. -Yeah?

Well, now I'm upset, but you don't see me

going over to his house in the middle of the night, do you?

He didn't mean to wake you up.

He didn't even know you were there.

Uh-huh. And if I hadn't been there?

You know, I think that there are a lot more mature ways

of handling this than the way you are.

Well, the feeling is mutual, my dear.

I think the mature thing for you to have done

was to send him packing. But oh, no.

Little miss love him and can't leave him

has to let little Petey cry on her shoulder.

He was in trouble. And he needed help.

And there's absolutely no reason for you to be jealous.

And there's absolutely no reason for you not to dump him

once and for all, now and forever, amen.

[engine rumbling]

I just want you to see this.

It's come in this morning. I'm so proud of this.

-Oh, yeah? -Yep.

-Third place. -In what?

The Governor's Interagency Invitational.

[laughs] Hot stuff.

Very impressive. Well, congratulations.

-Thank you. -Here.

[chuckles]

Now, my dear Paige, one more thing.

Yes?

If ever you need anything, at any time,

if you need anything, like money, ask me.

Well, thanks for the offer, but--

The hotel called, and your check bounced.

-Well, that's no big deal. -No big deal?

Paige, $2,324.18, that's a big deal to me.

I just meant I'll take care of it.

Will you?

Well, it's just that it took longer to transfer money

from one of my European accounts. That's all.

[imitates French accent] Oh, yes. But of course.

-I'll take care of it. Yes. -You promise?

Don't forget. I want you to call me, ask me.

[Paige] Yes, sir.

-Promise? -Yes.

-Well, thank you for lunch. -Thank you.

Next time, it's my treat.

[both laugh]

-Bye. -Bye.

Ooh, she's so pretty.

[tense music]

-$1,200. -$1,200?

It's worth twice that much.

I'm sure you're convinced it is.

It's your book. You don't need my approval.

But I want your approval.

I mean, I-- I don't want to go ahead with the movie

if you don't want me to.

Maybe you should just, you know, read it again.

-Read it? -Yeah.

[laughs] I lived it.

Well, Gary, I, uh...

I want you to check it in case there's anything in it that...

you don't want me to leave in.

Well...

maybe somebody will be able to learn from my mistakes,

which is more than I've been able to do.

Stop that.

You know I hate to hear you talk like that.

I'm just being realistic.

In this case, I have the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change.

I can't change the past. That's what your book's about.

The daughter we couldn't raise.

My drinking.

The marriage I was too ignorant to appreciate.

I wonder what it's going to feel like, you know, watching two...

strangers play us.

[both laugh]

Who are they going to get to play me?

I don't know. Nobody's been cast yet.

Well, whoever it is,

just make sure he's tall.

-Mm-hmm. -Has a 48-inch chest.

-[both laugh] -Is clever.

-Mm-hmm. -Agile.

Sensitive and heroic.

-And gets paid a lot of money. -And gets paid a lot of money.

I wonder who they'll get to do my part.

Well...

whoever it is...

she won't hold a candle to you.

[instrumental music]

[sharp scraping]

[tire screeches]

-Is this your car? -It's either mine or the bank's.

Now, I don't find that funny. I'm rather upset right now.

Okay, I'll leave.

I wouldn't be upset if you had parked your car

inside the lines.

-I am inside the lines. -You're not straight.

What are you, the parking lot fairy?

I didn't brush my teeth after breakfast this morning.

-Do I get ten demerits? -Oh, I see.

You prefer to be insulting.

No, actually, I prefer to leave.

If you'd move your car, I'd get out of here.

Could I see your driver's license

and your insurance certificate, please?

You're not a cop.

-We have had an accident. -What do you mean, we?

If you had parked the way you were supposed to,

this wouldn't have happened.

[cars honking]

[paper scraping]

Here's all the information you need on me.

Jean Hackney.

You drive around prepared for accidents, do you, Jean?

I just wrote that to put on your windshield.

Oh.

So that the parking lot fairy wouldn't get you, huh?

[Jean sighs]

Please?

I can see we have a considerable amount of damage here

you're gonna have to take care of.

[Jean sighs]

Gregory Sumner?

Are you the man who resigned his Senate seat?

The same.

Well, you look much younger in your photograph.

Tell me, Jean, were you wearing your glasses

when you hit my car?

Who do you think they're gonna get to play you?

[Valene laughs]

You know, Gary and I were just talking about

that very same thing today.

Yeah?

I mean, I thought I should tell him about it, because...

Because it's about you two, of course.

You suppose I could be the happily ever after part

at the end?

[laughs] I think you could.

Mmm! [smooching]

Because you are.

[Lilimae sneezes]

Oh, mom, are you going to bed so early?

Oh, I've got to get to bed, so I can get rid of this cold.

-Oh. -[doorbell rings]

[Lilimae coughs] Oh.

Hi, Lilimae, they were delicious, thank you.

Oh, you finished them all in one day?

-Yeah, all of them. -Oh.

-Well, all in one hour. -Just about.

[Lilimae laughs] Well...

You know, I think if I lived here I'd be 40 pounds heavier.

-How you doing? -Hi.

[Lilimae] Oh, well, I'm just glad you liked them.

-Loved them. -Oh, good.

Well, I made some pecan sandies for you.

-They're terrific. -Oh, thank you.

My mother always said, "Don't return an empty bowl."

Well, that was very sweet of you.

-Well, I hope you like them. -Well, I'm sure I will.

-Mack, you got a minute? -Yeah, sure.

[Paige] All right, I-- I'm going home.

-Good night, everybody. -[Valene] Good night.

-See you later.

[Lilimae] Oh, good night, all.

-Good night. -[Lilimae coughs]

Night, mama.

[Mack] Take care of yourself, Lilimae.

[Lilimae] Oh.

What's up?

Did you ask or tell or authorize Jill Bennett

to ask Peter Hollister for help with the legislature?

No, all I did is I said

we needed some public relations work for our office

to keep it more visible with the big shots

in the capital, that's all.

So there was talk of lobbying.

I said I'd appreciate anything that she could do.

Why, did she lobby Hollister already?

-Yeah. -[Mack chuckles] What a girl.

Well, you know, there used to be something

between Hollister and...

That's their business.

So how are things with Paige moved into the house?

Great. I love it.

Hey, where's the book I was reading?

I left it right over there.

-Paige has it. -You gave it to her?

Yeah, I thought you were finished with it.

Well, you thought wrong. Why-- next time, don't you ask.

Wait a minute. Uh, guys.

I don't-- I don't know what's eating you, but--

[door clicks open]

[crickets chirping]

[thudding footsteps]

Well, Mack's going to be right back, I'm heading up for bed

unless there's anything I can do for you.

No, honey. Thanks.

All right. Good night, then.

Paige.

I haven't had a chance to properly welcome you.

Oh, I feel right at home, really.

Well, I-- I just...

wanted to say welcome.

-Oh, you shouldn't have. -Open it.

It's a robe.

Oh, thank you.

-I hope it fits. -Oh.

[phone rings]

Hello?

I just left a message on your answering machine,

and then I realized you might be waiting at your mother's.

Waiting for what?

Your mother.

You're not ever coming back, are you?

What?

Well, that's why you took me riding.

So you could, uh, break it to me, right?

I told you I wanted to talk to you.

If you're so sure you know what it is

I'm going to say, I won't even bother saying it.

Sorry.

Man, you can be a real bear sometimes.

[horse neighs]

Well, but hell, maybe all 15-year-olds are like that.

I don't know, you're the only one I know.

You're the only one I ever got a chance to raise.

And it's been fun,

even though you can be mean as a grizzly sometimes.

You're not so perfect, either.

Aha, you're starting to grow up.

You're right, I'm not perfect.

Not as a person...

[chuckles] ...and not as a stepfather.

[horse neighs]

Hell, I'm just beginning to get the questions.

But I keep trying.

And I expect you to do the same.

Olivia...

[sighs] messing up...

getting in trouble with Abby, with the law, doing drugs...

is not going to bring me back here any more.

So here's the deal.

I give you three months to get your schoolwork in order

and to clean up your act.

Look on it as a contract.

My part is, I stick with you.

Your part, you get straight.

Deal?

-Deal. -Shake on it?

-Oh. -[car horn honks]

Hi, Olivia. Mr. Ewing.

Uh, Mack's daughter.

-She came to teach me to drive. -Huh.

-All legal? -Yes.

I have my learner's permit.

Well... wear your seatbelt.

Um...

I won't mess up again, I promise.

Where am I supposed to go, Dean?

[gasps] Look, there it is.

Ramilar Productions. Hey, guys.

Yeah, what do you say?

Can you open the door for me, Bobby?

Can you get the door?

Oh, thank you. What a good, big, strong boy.

Here we go. We're going to go see the man. Come on.

[knocking on door]

[door creaks open]

Oh, hi.

Hi. We spoke. I'm Dan Miller.

Oh, hi, Dan. [chuckles]

-This is my wife. -Cheryl. I'll be exec producing.

Hi, and I'm Joel Miller, the AP.

-AP? -Yeah. Associate producer?

Oh, sure. Yeah.

Well, um, this is Elizabeth here.

And, uh, this is Bobby.

I'm sorry that I had to bring them with me.

But my mama's got a terrible cold,

and the babysitter canceled, you know, at the last second.

And, um, my husband works. There really wasn't any--

No problem here. We love kids.

-Oh, you have kids? -No.

No.

Well, I-- I'm planning to, uh, someday.

[chuckles]

-She said what? -She said you tried to k*ll her.

Ah, that's absurd.

She wants to know why you had to buy her

an extra bottle of pills.

That's silly.

She says she didn't need any more medicine.

Yes, she did!

She washed half of them down the drain.

That's what the pharmacist said you told him.

Abby, if she is well enough to talk to a pharmacist,

she is certainly well enough to talk to me.

She didn't talk to the pharmacist, Peter, I did.

And she doesn't want to talk to you.

She thinks you're dangerous.

She needs to see a doctor, a shrink.

She's seen her doctor.

Her doctor has been out here already,

and he feels she doesn't need any more stress.

You know, stress can make people do

real weird things, Peter.

Now, what is that supposed to mean?

If you think you can blackmail me again

with one of Sylvia's little fairy tales, you can forget it.

Now, where is my mother?

Peter, she made me promise

that I wouldn't let you get anywhere near her.

-I think you better go home. -Not without Sylvia.

I'm in agreement with Abby on this one.

I think you should go home.

Give me a break. Are you here to protect your wife's honor?

Her honor?

[laughs hysterically]

-Gary. -I'm sorry.

It's just that, um,

Abby is perfectly capable of protecting her own... honor.

No, I want you off my ranch.

Goodbye.

And if I'm not ready to leave?

Well, we're not having this conversation, are we?

I mean, he's not suggesting we fight.

What do you want to do about it?

[sighs]

Well, uh, I'm going to push you down,

and you're going to get dirt all over your nice, tailored pants.

And then I'm going to knock out all your teeth

and break both your arms.

You take care of my mother.

[Gary chuckles]

[engine rumbling]

[all laughing]

[Valene] I agree that we shouldn't spend too much time

on the secondary characters, but for the--

-Mommy! -I know, sweetie, I know.

Just a minute. Mommy's talking.

You know, uh, for the overall

flavor of the piece, the southern Texas--

-Mommy. -I know, sweetie.

Just a minute. Mommy's trying to tell the man something.

For the flavor of the story, I-- I don't think that

we can afford to minimize them too much,

because I think that they add color,

you know, and-- and depth, and sometimes even comic relief.

And I don't mean out-and-out, "ha, ha, ha, ha," comedy, but--

-Toy! -I know, toy, I know, toy.

-Oh, boy, toys. -Oh, boy toys.

-I know, oh, boy, right there. -[Bobby laughs]

Bobby.

Could you please be quiet while Mommy's talking?

-[Bobby babbles] -Don't you think so?

I don't have any idea what your answer is going to be,

but I know it's going to be a good story.

Why exactly is your mother a house guest at Abby Ewing's?

She's hiding.

Who is your mom hiding from?

From me. She says she's afraid of me.

Does she have any reason to be afraid of you?

No.

[indistinct chatter]

Then why is she afraid of you?

She thinks I tried to k*ll her.

Did you?

You think I could do something like that?

That's another question. I'm looking for an answer.

Did you try to k*ll your mother?

No.

That's the right answer. I hope it's the truth.

Ma is showing some signs of senility.

Get her some professional help.

She's getting it.

Abby's agreed to keep her out of the public eye

while she gets the best medical help.

I do not like this story.

Abby Ewing should not be involved in our family problems.

I'll move her to a clinic. Is that what you want?

That would please me no end.

Great. Fine.

-Good night, Peter. -Okay. I'll see you later.

Compliments of the young woman at the bar.

Sylvia, Peter stopped by earlier today.

-I don't want him near me. -I understand that.

But for the record... I think you should know

that he denies having tried to k*ll you.

[laughs bitterly] Of course he denies it.

What do you expect him to say? "I tried to k*ll this woman."

Well, you don't really have any proof

that would hold up in court, you know.

I have all the proof that I need.

That extra prescription and that--

that silly little dish he had to keep filling.

How much longer do you plan to stay here, Sylvia?

I like it here.

But I mean, uh, how much longer

until you make other arrangements?

I thought you'd make the arrangements, honey.

Me?

Yeah, well, the way I see it...

you know you tricked me into telling you

that Peter is not my son.

If Peter gets rid of me,

he also gets rid of your hold over him.

So, you see, it's in your best interests

to make sure nothing happens to me.

Because without me...

your story is... less than hearsay.

And that won't stand up in court either, honey.

No. Mmm.

Is there any more of this soup?

I can't believe I ran into you again.

No pun intended.

Well, it is a...

more civilized way to make contact, wouldn't you say?

[Jean chuckles] After the way I acted,

I just wanted the chance to buy you a drink.

Well, my car accepts your apologies.

[chuckles] You're very droll.

You mean for a washed up, middle-aged ex-senator?

[scoffs] You don't really think of yourself that way, do you?

I don't know.

A lovely woman who ran into my car

seemed to be totally immune to my once considerable charms.

I can handle the scratch on my car.

But the blow to my ego... ruined my day.

I'm sorry.

Let me make it up to you.

Sure. Um, you can buy me another drink.

[Jean chuckles]

Paige? I brought you an extra pillow and a blanket.

Oh, you didn't have to go to all that trouble.

Oh, uh, it's no trouble.

Well, thank you.

Oh, thank you for lending me that book, Michael.

Oh, any time. Good night, mom.

-Good night. -Good night, Mrs. McKenzie.

Good night.

[man over TV] In business news,

inventories held by American businesses

rose at the fastest clip in three months ...

Olivia told me about the deal you made with her.

I think it was wonderful of you.

Was it?

Well, I didn't do it to be wonderful.

...$6 billion, up.5%...

Maybe that's why it was.

...when sales had plummeted 1.6%.

Inventories held by businesses rose 0.4%.

[TV clicks off]

-How's your house guest? -Sylvia?

Oh, well, Sylvia's content, I guess.

Your boy Petey seemed a little upset.

[chuckles] Well, he's young.

Yeah, he's a lot of other things, too.

Man, you sure can pick them.

I know.

I picked you.

Yeah, well...

why is it everything seems so clear in retrospect?

All the mistakes I made...

why couldn't I have known they were mistakes

before I made them?

Makes me think twice about any decision now.

[Gary sighs]

Why did I leave Val?

Why did I marry you?

Seems much clearer to me now that I shouldn't have,

than it was clear to me then why I did.

-What was I thinking of? -When we got married?

I don't think that's such a mystery, do you?

[scoffs] That's it, do you think? Sex?

I don't know. What do you think?

[instrumental music]

You didn't expect breakfast in bed, did you?

[scoffs] Hardly.

-Did you sleep okay? -Yep.

Hmm. Me too.

We were both so exhausted.

-Do you have an appointment? -No.

I sure had a good time last night.

-Did you? -Yeah.

Sex was never our problem.

No, never was, and, uh...

...it still isn't.

You love making love to me.

Yeah, I do.

But it's not enough.

Not anymore.

Who said it was?

-May I be excused? -Mm-hmm.

Mmm. Wait a minute.

Clear your dishes first, okay?

And there are a few toys roaming around the hallway

that you might want to get.

-Okay. -[mocking] "Okay." Thank you.

We've got enough servants to overthrow a small country,

and you've got this kid clearing his own dishes.

I think he should have responsibilities.

Anyway, kids need chores.

His chore is to grow up and pursue the opposite gender.

With a few pointers from you, I suppose.

Ah, my girl chasing days are over.

Hmm, they better be, or I'm gonna break your jaw, honey.

[laughs] Actually...

a bookish type dame hit on me yesterday.

She bought me a drink.

-And? -I drank it.

-You did, huh? -Yeah.

And she bought me another one.

I suppose you drank that one, too.

Only a sip. Then I started thinking of you.

-Mm-hmm. -Honest.

This slender dame starts climbing my frame,

and all I can do is think of you.

Doodah, doodah. Ah, must be love, honey.

I believe it is.

Just like that. Either or.

-Yep. -Peter Hollister or me.

Gary, he and I don't have that kind of relationship.

What kind of a relationship do you have?

-We're friends. -I don't like your friend.

You can't run my life,

and you can't tell me who I can and can't see.

Peter Hollister is more than a friend,

and he's more than I'm gonna put up with.

Well, you don't like my friend...

and I don't like your ultimatum.

Look...

I let my brother mess up my life when I was a kid.

And I let Abby manipulate me.

I'm not saying it was her fault. I let her.

But I am not gonna have

the same kind of relationship with you.

I love you.

And I think we could have a hell of a future together.

I don't know. But we're never gonna find out

until you get rid of Peter Hollister.

Why do we have to meet way out here?

Because I don't want anyone to see us together.

[scoffs] You mean you don't want Gary to see us together.

Peter, have you ever been in love?

Oh, spare me the poetry.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I think I'll go up and change for lunch.

Movita?

Hi, mom, how you doing?

Oh, well, oh, just fine, fine.

-You're looking swell. -Well, I don't feel too well.

I-- If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go in and lie down.

All right, take care of yourself.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

-Hi. -Rests a lot, does she?

-High blood pressure, you know. -Understandable.

Hanging around a joint like this

would give anybody high blood pressure.

This house of yours sure has an attraction for my family.

First Peter, now Peter's mother.

Maybe you don't make them feel welcome enough at your house.

Well, there's no way that I can make Peter feel

as welcome as you can make Peter feel.

But his mother?

Actually, I like the old gal.

I don't like lying to Gary, Peter.

And I don't want to do it anymore.

I love him, Peter.

And I trust him.

Enough to tell him that you're my brother.

-What? -He loves me.

He'll understand.

I don't know what kind of hold you have

over Peter and his mother.

They like me as a person.

That kid is my ticket to the Potomac.

My, aren't you ambitious?

Aren't we all?

I don't care about the White House

or any other of Greg Sumner's pie-in-the-sky promises.

[Jill] I care about Gary Ewing.

And not about your own brother.

You got yourself into this, Peter.

Now what do you expect, that I'm gonna go along with it

for the rest of my life? Is that fair?

It's what Paul Galveston did to our family fair?

Do you think life is fair?

You are trying to justify a lie, Peter.

You used to know that two wrongs didn't make a right.

This whole thing is changing you.

My God, Peter, you tried to k*ll someone.

But I didn't.

I didn't.

[Gregory] From where I stand, kid's got a hell of a future.

What does this have to do with me?

The boy's impressionable.

You make the biggest impression on him.

-Should I be flattered? -You should be grateful.

Because if he scores big, you score, too.

Are you about to offer me something,

or am I about to hear another analysis

of what I stand to gain, theoretically?

At this stage of the play,

what I stand to gain is theoretical.

But we can use the kid.

On this point, Peter's future, we should stick together.

We should make sure that he doesn't make any mistakes.

We should make sure that he walks the straight and narrow.

-Like his brother. -Exactly.

[Jill] But he's not your brother!

You're not anything like him! Peter, tell the truth!

What, so you can be Mrs. Ewing?

-Do it for yourself. -Jill.

There are only two people who know

what's actually going on here. You and Sylvia.

Sylvia's not gonna live forever,

and I figure she's got too much to lose by telling the truth.

And even you wouldn't send your own brother to jail.

Peter, don't make me make this choice.

Peter, listen to me!

Peter! [screams]

Jill!

Peter! Peter!

Oh!

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