NARRATOR:
Last on Dallas:
MICHELLE: What are you doing here?
- I'm looking for April.
I hope you enjoy sleeping alone, honey.
You're gonna be doing a lot of that.
- What do you mean, she left Dallas?
- What I said.
But he didn't die of a heart att*ck.
He was m*rder*d.
- Maybe this is where I really belong.
- You belong with me, April.
That's what I used to think.
- Lf I leave, I'm afraid we'll lose each other.
- All right. Stay.
MAN [ON TV]:
Just announced:
Cliff Barnes has been named chief
of the Oil Regulatory Commission.
To k*ll a snake, you cut the head off.
And that's Miss Stephanie Rogers.
McKAY: The safest place in the world
for Robert Hutch was in that jail cell.
We'd have left him there
until the will was settled.
Where is J. R? Is he still sleeping?
If he is, it's not in my bed.
Why should old J.R.
Put up with incessant nagging...
...and punching a time clock?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
J.R., if there isn't anything else,
I'll be going home.
Uh, yeah, yeah, all right.
No, just one more thing.
From now on, if my wife calls,
tell her I'm in the office...
...but I'm not to be disturbed
under any circumstances, you understand?
Yes, of course.
J.R., your portrait.
Do you want me to call security?
No, that won't be necessary.
Some things just aren't made
to last forever, Sly.
Good night.
ARLEN:
Clayton, Ellie, over here.
[PIANO PLAYING AND
PEOPLE CHATTERING]
CLAYTON:
Arlen, what are you doing here?
Well, having dinner like everyone else.
Oh, I want you to meet a friend.
Clayton and Ellie, this is Honey North.
Honey, Clayton and Ellie Farlow.
Hello.
Arlen, we need to talk to you.
- We'll be right there, Dora Mae.
- Certainly, Mrs. Farlow.
We called you from the police station,
but obviously you weren't in.
Police station? What happened?
We found Rabbit
dead at his house this afternoon.
It looked like su1c1de.
Oh.
[LAUGHING]
Well, I'll be damned.
Guess old Rabbit
just couldn't take the pressure.
Atticus was right about him.
Ha, ha, ha.
- Well, thank you, Rabbit. Ha, ha, ha.
- Lf that's a joke, I don't find it very funny.
Sure, you're still stuck with the dollar
that Atticus left you.
Honey, tomorrow is your lucky day.
We're gonna go shopping.
- Oh, Arlen, you are the sweetest man.
- I know, I know.
Say, do you think tomorrow is too soon
to call that lawyer fellow?
Maybe I can get my hands
on that money in advance.
WAITRESS: Here you go, Mr. Ward.
- Oh, thanks. Delicious as usual.
Okay, here.
We'll come back tomorrow
and order the imported champagne.
Here you go, that's all for you.
- Oh, here.
- Thank you, Mr. Ward.
Well...
Clayton, I wanna thank you for giving me
the best news I've had all year.
[LAUGHING]
See you around.
You never told me Arlen was so flashy.
Well, believe me,
until tonight, he wasn't.
What the hell are you talking about?
You heard me.
Or do I have to repeat myself?
MICHELLE: You're coming in loud and clear.
We don't have a warehouse anymore.
Now, that's not true.
The Zoning Commission
isn't taking the building away from you.
It might as well have, now that
the zoning law has conveniently changed.
The law has not changed.
If you'd done your homework...
...you'd know that this area is zoned
for daytime businesses only.
No alcohol permitted on the premises
under any circumstance.
Since when?
Since always.
Jeez, lady, give me a break.
I thought I was doing you a favor
by coming down here in person.
You wanna do us a favor?
Tell me why this area was zoned
for Inagaki's complex and not ours.
Inagaki had a variance.
So give us a variance.
RAND:
No can do.
The commission decided
to quit giving them out.
Sure, to people
who don't have the clout.
Whose palm do we have to grease
to get this project off the ground?
You're talking bribery, young man.
And the Zoning Commission
does not cotton to bribery.
Yeah, unless it's from the right people.
Who is telling you
to stop this project, Rand? Who?
[APRIL BABBLING]
I could get used to this.
Ha. Sure, you could, until the
sweet little angel gets motion sickness...
...and throws up
all over your new silk blouse.
Do you see silk anywhere on me?
Got a point.
But don't tell me you don't have a closet
full of silk back in Dallas.
God, I bet you even have silk dish towels
in your kitchen.
Beth, what kind of life
do you think I lead?
She'll be okay a minute. Come over here.
Obviously the kind of life
that everyone in this town would k*ll for.
APRIL:
Don't be so sure.
I mean, Dallas can be pretty cutthroat.
All the competing and struggling
and fighting for power.
I'm so sick of it.
Is it Dallas you're really sick of?
Or is it your boyfriend?
Oh, it's not Bobby.
He told me he's over Pam,
and I believe him.
So, what's the problem?
When I first moved to Dallas,
I became a different person.
I was willing to do whatever it took
to get everything I wanted.
Money and power, success.
And after I got it,
I realized it wasn't what I really wanted.
Well, what do you want?
I wanna be the person I was
before I left home.
- You look the same to me.
- I'm not.
It's that bad, huh?
Worse.
If I go back and marry Bobby...
...l'll be caught in the middle
of all those battles and power struggles.
I'm not sure I can do it anymore.
So, what's the alternative?
Stay here.
April, are you crazy?
Do you know how dull it is around here?
It's not dull. It's peaceful.
This is my home, Beth.
Being here makes me feel good
about myself.
And I don't ever want that feeling
to change.
J. R: Oh, I'm sorry, Serena,
I can't have dinner tonight.
No, I gotta have dinner at home.
Yeah, you heard me.
It's a very important meal...
...and I wanna be sitting by my little wife's
side during all five courses.
Yeah. All right, I'll talk to you later.
Now, you were saying?
MAN: The guy's full name
is Philip Todd Rogers.
He and your Miss Stephanie
were divorced about three years ago.
Why?
Incompatibility.
Make mine a Scotch, no ice.
If you don't mind.
J. R:
All right, so they didn't get along.
Like most other married couples in Dallas.
I wanna know why.
There's no other women in Rogers' life,
if that's what you're looking for.
Any other men in hers?
Nope, they both come out squeaky clean.
He makes good money
and makes it honestly.
She makes great money
and reports it all to the IRS.
Oh. Next you'll tell me they're just a couple of
nice people whose marriage didn't work out.
I can make up a lie if you want me to.
Well, there's gotta be something on her.
I hate to burst your bubble, Mr. Ewing, but
some people just don't have criminal pasts.
But they do have a past.
And that could mean mistakes.
Well, the only thing I could come up with
on Rogers is that he's a creature of habit.
He has dinner every night at Allenby's.
Seated at 7, served by 7:30.
That's about it.
That could be just enough.
TONY:
Mr. Rogers, good evening.
Good evening, Tony.
How are you tonight?
- Dining alone?
- As always, Tony.
Your table is ready.
- I'll have my usual, Tony. Thank you.
- Very good, sir.
WOMAN:
Excuse me. Aren't you Phil Rogers?
Yes, I am.
I thought so.
You probably don't remember me...
...but we met at a party
about three months ago.
Uh...
Yes, yes, of course I remember.
It's very nice to see you again.
You too.
Well, I just thought I'd say hi.
- Uh, may I get you a drink?
- Oh, no, thank you.
I'm meeting someone,
but he seems to be late.
The offer is still open.
That is, until your date arrives.
- I don't wanna intrude.
- You wouldn't be intruding.
It's just me and my drink,
and I would enjoy the company.
Well, then thank you.
As long as you promise to tell me
your whole life story.
What would you like to drink?
Good evening, everybody.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I got hung up at the office.
ELLIE: That's all right, J.R.
Teresa kept a plate warm for you.
Oh, thank you, Mama, but I'd like to speak
to Cally in private if I may.
Anything you say to me
can be said in front of the family.
That's right. If you're gonna use Cally
as a verbal punching bag...
...she might as well have witnesses.
- Lucy.
J. R:
No, that's okay, Mama.
Cally is right. What I have to say
concerns everybody here.
I owe you all an apology.
What for, Dad?
For being late for dinner all the time.
And for not being around
when you need me.
J.R., don't be so hard on yourself.
J. R:
No, Mama.
I neglected the family
during that entire tanker affair.
And then I let my obsession
to find oil and pride dominate my life.
And everybody else's, for that matter.
I've been blinded by success.
I let it get in the way
of everything that meant anything to me.
You and John Ross.
And especially you, Cally.
I'll do anything I can
to make it up to you.
I don't wanna lose you.
The words sound real nice, J.R.
But they're only words.
Then let's put them into action.
I made an appointment for us tomorrow
to see a marriage counselor.
Maybe he can get to the root
of our problem.
But the main thing is
I want a fresh start for both of us.
I'm willing to try if you are.
We're not gonna just try.
We're gonna do it.
I didn't know
that J.R. Was in on this deal.
He's not. I am.
No wonder
you didn't need a silent partner.
You already have one.
We need to talk to you about our project.
We received the report
from the Zoning Commission yesterday.
And big surprise, my singles' complex
is being zoned right out of existence.
Really? I'm sorry to hear that.
I bet you are.
You got to them, didn't you?
I'm sorry to disappoint you, but
I had nothing to do with the zoning laws.
Well, the lie detector needle
just went off the scale.
I'm serious.
I'll tell you something else.
I don't envy you.
Once city hall makes up its mind,
it's very difficult to get them to change.
We'll get them back on our side.
Just like Mr. Inagaki did
with a little clout and a lot of money.
If that's all it takes, why are you here?
We don't know who to get to
and you do.
We need that permit now
and you can get it for us.
Look, you're nice people,
and I admire your little enterprise...
...but I'm all out of favors.
JAMES:
We're willing to pay.
No, we're not.
You really think I need the money?
JAMES:
You don't need it.
But you want it.
April and Michelle
have a fifty-fifty partnership.
- You can have 20 percent of Michelle's half.
- No way. James, are you crazy?
Fifty percent
or we have nothing to talk about.
You better believe
we have nothing to talk about.
JAMES:
Michelle...
...if he doesn't come in on it with us,
you don't have a singles' club.
You've got 50 percent of nothing.
I can't believe you're siding with him.
I'm not siding with him.
I'm just being realistic.
Forty percent of Michelle's share.
Now, that gives you 20 percent
of the entire action.
Take it or leave it.
Well, well.
You are your father's son after all.
Okay, I accept. I'll have the lawyers
draw up the papers for your signature.
And the phone call
to the Zoning Commission.
Oh, consider that done.
Now, if you'll both excuse me...
...I have another engagement
that I'm already late for.
All right, McKay,
you got a piece of the action.
But if you try and screw us up
one more time...
...l'd rather see you rotting in hell
than to give you another dime of my money.
If I were you, I'd choose
my business partners a little more carefully.
You're liable to end up without a project.
Don't worry, I can handle it.
Oh, yeah.
CLAYTON:
Rest in peace, Curley.
I hope they have plenty of milk
for you in heaven.
Still feel like celebrating, Arlen?
Sorry if I went a bit off the handle
there the other night, Clayton.
I guess I was blinded
by all those dollar signs in my eyes.
Arlen was so mad at himself,
we hardly did any shopping.
Yeah, bought only one or two Volvos.
But that silver Mercedes-Benz.
Oh, boy, when that money comes in,
that baby is mine.
[HONEY & ARLEN LAUGHING]
I'm sure Curley and Rabbit don't find this
nearly as amusing as you do.
You know, Clayton, I've been thinking.
If you hadn't bailed old Rabbit out,
he just might still be alive.
Hear they take away your belt
and shoe laces when you go to jail...
...just to make sure
you don't do anything crazy.
Hey, isn't that Detective Marshall?
What's he doing out here?
He looks like he's about to arrest
someone any minute.
MARSHALL: I just received
the autopsy report from the lab.
It seems Rabbit didn't k*ll himself
after all.
He was poisoned.
Whoever hanged him
tried to make it look like a su1c1de.
Hey, don't look at me.
I was with Honey all day.
Then I better take you
into protective custody.
Because it appears the m*rder*r
is going down the list one by one.
J. R: So maybe I didn't always come home
in time for dinner...
...or call to let her know
I was gonna be late.
But Cally knows
the kind of business I'm in.
I just assumed
she'd be more understanding.
At first, I tried to be patient about it.
But J.R., all I wanted was one phone call
to say that you'd be coming home late.
At least then I'd feel
that maybe you were thinking about me.
J. R:
Well, I do think about you.
It's just that sometimes business
has to come before marriage, that's all.
And that used to be okay.
But J.R., I've changed.
I'm not that country girl
you met in Haleyville anymore.
And I can't go back to being the person
you fell in love with.
And I don't want you to change.
If anybody's gonna change, it's me.
PATRICK:
In what way?
From everything I've heard here...
...I think it would be terribly difficult for you
to alter your pattern of behavior.
Well, for one thing,
I could start coming home early.
Cally, what would you like
to see different in J. R?
Just more respect for me
and my feelings.
And maybe make me feel like there's more
to our marriage than just...
Well, just how good we are in bed.
PATRICK:
Is that true?
Is that all there is to your marriage?
J. R:
I don't know.
What I do know
is that I have an unhappy wife.
And I'm gonna work real hard
to change that.
Even if it means changing myself.
I believe you, J.R.
And I'm afraid our time is up.
I'd like to see both of you separately
for a little while.
I think that may end some inhibitions...
...both of you may be feeling
in each other's company.
What do you think, doctor?
Is there a chance to save our marriage?
First of all, I'm not a doctor,
so please call me Patrick.
Second of all, I honestly don't know.
People who try to change
to please someone else very rarely succeed.
I think we will...
...because we're honestly talking
to each other.
And I think that's a great start.
MAN:
Say, Bobby, how do you like your steak?
- Rare.
- Rare it is.
So, Bobby, tell me everything
a famous oilman does.
And don't hold back any of the details.
Who cares about the oil business, Beth?
April was telling us
you were quite a football player in college.
I played at it. How about you?
I played some. Not like you though.
BETH: Scott was on the football team
in high school.
- Is that right?
SCOTT: But I wasn't very good.
So I gave it up,
went into the insurance business.
It's not as exciting as the oil business...
...but I think I'll keep him.
Mom, Dad, the toilet's overflowing.
You were gonna call the plumber.
I was, but I thought you were gonna get
that floater valve first.
Scott, my car is not working.
I think I need a new battery.
Honey, just call the Auto Club,
and they'll recharge it for you.
Mom, Dad, hurry.
[BABY CRYING]
I'll get the toilet, you get Suzy.
BETH:
What is it, sweetie? Come here.
Oh, my little girl. Oh.
I gotta change her diaper.
I'll be back in a minute.
Come, baby.
Is there anything that we can do to help?
Uh, just watch the steaks.
- The steaks.
- Oh, Bobby, do something.
Well, no offense, honey, but I'll take J.R.
At the breakfast table any day.
It's beautiful, but I can't take it.
J. R:
Well, of course you can, Serena.
Just consider it payment
for services rendered.
But I haven't found out anything yet.
Except that Phil Rogers doesn't like
to work late or talk business over meals.
Well, you must have been bored to death.
You deserve to wear the coat.
- We'll take it.
SERENA: No, we won't.
I don't feel right about it.
Serena, come on now.
I've seen you wear fur coats before.
- Throw them away when you're finished?
- No, of course not.
J. R:
Then wear the coat, would you?
I want you to look nice tonight
when you have your date with Rogers.
We'll take it.
And show us something else too.
I'll see what we have in back.
All right. Yeah, I like it. It's real nice.
J.R., I don't think my seeing Phil tonight
is gonna do any good.
- He's still in love with Stephanie.
- Oh, that's crazy.
No man going through a divorce
is as much in love with his wife...
...as he was on his wedding day,
for sure.
Why are you making yourself
so miserable over your marriage?
Get a divorce.
I can't.
My family adores Cally.
If I kicked her out of the house now,
I'd be the one sleeping in the doghouse.
- Don't you think you're overreacting?
- No, I don't.
Mama loves her like a daughter.
My son thinks she's his best friend.
Now, I can't have them siding with her
against me, can I?
Never realized you cared so much
about other people's opinions.
Most people aren't fit to lick my boots,
but it's different with Mama and John Ross.
Their approval means everything to me.
So you don't wanna come off
looking like the bad guy?
No, I don't.
I'm doing everything I can
to save my marriage.
And when Cally leaves me,
as I assure you she will...
...there won't be a person on earth
that doesn't feel sorry for old J.R.
[PIANO PLAYING]
I love being the head of ORC.
It is up to you to make sure
that I'm not forgotten now.
Don't worry, Cliff.
No one is gonna forget you
while I'm in charge of your life.
Well, now, listen.
Shouldn't we give people the illusion
that I'm the captain of my own ship?
But you are.
Just consider me the navigator.
I don't know about that.
I wanted to try someplace else tonight,
you wanted to come here.
I wanted to be governor
and now I'm the head of ORC.
I mean, it's like my career,
but we're shaping it your way.
You will be governor. It just takes time.
God, you're as bad as J.R. Ewing.
J. R? Hey, wait a minute,
what's he got to do with anything?
Well, he was just in my office the other day
to, uh, congratulate me on your success.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure he did, sure he did.
I got news for you.
The only reason J.R.
Would have any interest in my success...
...is if he got something out of it.
So next time he shows up at your office,
just slam the door in his face.
What is it with you two?
I mean, I've heard the stories
about him...
...but I always thought
that they were highly exaggerated.
Absolutely true.
He's a lying, cheating,
stealing son of a...
...female dog.
You don't have to look up Antichrist
in the dictionary. Spend a day with him.
Why is he so terrible?
What makes him tick?
Greed, power.
Just the joy of stabbing people
in the back.
Heh, heh, heh. Is that all?
Gonna talk about him,
I gotta have a drink.
Another round, please.
I'm serious, Cliff.
- I want to know everything about him.
- Why?
Well, if he's evil as you say he is,
then we have to be very careful.
No, wrong. You have to be careful.
There are only two reasons
that he'd have any interest in you.
And one is to see
that I get thrown out of the ORC.
And secondly to get you in his bed.
And once he does that, then it's all over.
- Why?
- Well, because the chase is over.
The trophy is tarnished.
So it's on to the next chase.
You got it.
We'll get together tomorrow.
We'll sit down and map out a strategy
to keep me in the spotlight.
Well, I can't tomorrow, Cliff.
I have plans.
We'll do it some other time.
I promise.
From the way her ex-husband
talked about her...
...I thought he was describing
a female you.
Hm. She doesn't deserve the compliment.
Maybe not, but she's smart,
enterprising and devious.
Sounds like your psychic twin.
Especially if you take
as many notes as she does.
What do you mean?
Phil said she keeps meticulous notes
on everything.
She tapes and transcribes
every conversation...
...every meeting, every transaction,
no matter how casual or unimportant.
Is that a fact?
Oh, it really drove Phil nuts.
He thought she cared more about her notes
and diaries than she did about him.
Did her ex-husband say
what she did with the notes?
She took them with her
when she moved out.
He thinks most are in a bank vault
or storage facility...
...but some don't leave her sight
for a minute.
Well, that's very interesting.
ELLIE: I was thinking
about Rabbit and Curley's death.
Who could have k*lled them, Clayton?
And why?
Well, your guess is as good as mine.
The police certainly don't seem
to have any idea.
Well, let's look at this logically.
Who would have the most to gain
from Curley and Rabbit's death?
Arlen, of course.
Could Arlen be the m*rder*r?
Well, a week ago, I would have said no.
But now I'm ready to believe anything.
Only thing is he had an alibi.
He was with that Honey woman all day.
Yes, but did you notice
she didn't say anything about that?
Besides, alibis were meant to be broken.
He could have hired somebody
to k*ll Rabbit.
Well, that's something
Atticus would do, not Arlen.
You don't think?
But why?
Why would he do something like that?
Atticus hated Curley and Rabbit.
I never understood
why he left them his fortune.
And they never found Atticus' body.
What, Clayton?
Did you notice Arlen at the funeral
tugging at his earlobe?
No. No, not really.
Well, he did.
Just like this:
So? It's a nervous habit.
But it's Atticus' nervous habit.
Atticus always tugged at his earlobe
when he was nervous.
Or lying.
They were twins.
Maybe one picked it up from the other.
No.
Arlen always teased him constantly.
Said his ear would fall off
if he wasn't careful.
Atticus.
Atticus k*lled Arlen...
...then pretended to be Arlen
in order to k*ll Rabbit and Curley.
And gain his fortune back.
Clayton, that's it.
That's got to be the reason.
When I was growing up...
...I used to lie in the grass at night
and try to count all the stars.
- Did you ever get them all?
- Nope.
Either I'd fall asleep...
...or Shelley would come along
and start bugging me.
I never see the stars in Dallas.
Oh, we got plenty of stars
out at Southfork.
You are more than welcome
to come out there and try and count them.
It wouldn't be the same.
Besides, I don't think J.R.
Would stand for it.
Now, what does J.R. Have to do with it?
Actually, a lot.
Here it's just me and Mama
and two bowls of cereal in the morning.
There it's J.R. And Cally
and one bad case of indigestion.
It never bothered you before.
Bobby, I was so in love with you,
nothing bothered me.
Things are different now.
I'm sorry, Cally, our time is up.
You let me talk for two hours.
I didn't have anybody coming in after you,
and I could see you needed the extra time.
I hadn't realized
how much I was holding inside of me.
Or how much J.R. Truly hurt you.
Cally, sometimes people grow apart.
Marriages disintegrate and no amount
of glue can put them back together again.
But you heard J.R.
He said he'd try harder and he meant it.
I know he did.
Men like J.R. Find it very difficult
to accept failure in a relationship.
So instead, they go on creating
more unhappiness for their loved ones...
...instead of just letting go.
We were so happy.
When did it go wrong?
Cally, you and J.R.
Have the typical May-December marriage.
Sooner or later,
it was bound to go wrong.
And now you may need the strength
to move on.
What do you mean?
I don't think J.R. Is gonna change.
He has locked you up
in a prison of unhappiness.
And that's not a way to live.
But I wanna fix all that, Patrick.
And maybe you can.
Let's say J.R. Does change.
But what difference is it gonna make
five or 10 years from now?
He'll be an old man.
And you'll be a young beautiful woman
just coming into your prime.
But that won't matter
if we love each other.
Your love may not be deep enough
to overcome the age barrier.
And every year that you both get older...
...that barrier is just gonna get bigger
and harder to climb.
Cally...
...I know you wanna
try to save your marriage.
But you may be dealing
with a marriage...
...not worth saving.
We thought about this all night long...
...and I'm convinced that Arlen
is not who he says he is.
He what?
Well, thank you very much,
Detective Marshall.
You've just proven my point. Thank you.
Arlen didn't wanna be
in protective custody.
He just left the station and went home.
He did?
Well, I just hope when we get there
we don't find another dead body.
So can you be at La Serre at 2:00?
Oh, yes,
J.R. And I will definitely be there.
Good.
BOBBY:
Mrs. Stevens.
- Lf you're looking for April, she's at Beth's.
BOBBY: I know. She told me.
Actually, I came to speak to you.
Oh?
Mrs. Stevens, I can overcome a lot
of obstacles in my relationship with April.
But I never thought
I'd have to reckon with you.
What on earth does that mean?
You're doing your damnedest
to make this the perfect world...
...so April never has to leave.
- That's not true.
- Yes, it is.
You welcomed her back with open arms.
You make it too easy for her
to spend the rest her life right here.
Well,
why shouldn't I make it easy for her?
When my little girl came home,
she was like a bird with a broken wing.
What was I suppose to do?
Turn her away?
No.
But when the wing heals,
you open the cage and let the bird go.
And this is a cage for April,
Mrs. Stevens.
No matter how you disguise the bars.
You've got a lot of nerve coming here,
telling me off.
Look, I'm sure you love April.
I'm also sure you don't know
what's best for her.
I don't think you know either,
Mrs. Stevens.
April is not a little girl anymore.
And only she can make the decisions
for herself.
But she needs time.
And she needs time without pressure.
Well, you're a great one
to talk about pressure.
You wanna take her away from me.
Families belong together.
I couldn't agree with you more.
So why don't you move to Dallas
with April?
That way, you could be near
her and Michelle.
That's the craziest idea I ever heard.
Why? You won't have
to worry about never seeing them again.
My life is here.
I can't leave my friends,
abandon my committees...
...sell this house.
I've got a lifetime of memories here.
You'd have a family in Dallas.
If you're worried about leaving...
...Braddock is a wonderful place
to start a new life.
You could be in the church choir
and even have your front porch swing.
Please, Mrs. Stevens, let April go.
Give her back the right
to make her own choices.
Isn't that really
what being a mother is all about?
STEPHANIE:
Thank you.
You hardly touched your food.
Don't say you didn't like it.
This is one of the most popular restaurants
in Dallas.
It may be popular with the crowd
you run around with.
But they could spend less time
painting a pretty picture...
...and more time making it taste good.
Stephanie. It's great to see you.
How you've been?
Well, fine. Thanks.
J.R., I'd like you to meet
a very dear friend of mine, Bruce Burns.
Bruce, this is J.R. Ewing.
Hi. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, J.R.
Say, I have been reading some terrific things
about your clients. Congratulations.
- Thanks.
BRUCE: Especially Cliff Barnes.
He's a lucky guy,
getting to work with you.
I am very fortunate
to be able to work with Cliff.
I mean, he is such a nice man.
Makes my job easy.
Oh, no way.
You're the one that's making him look good.
If you're a client, I envy you.
Stephanie is the best.
I am not a client.
I'm much too busy
to take on anyone else.
Yes, you have been very busy.
So busy that you have not returned
any of my phone calls.
Bruce, I am so sorry about that.
Perhaps when my schedule clears a bit,
we could have lunch?
At the end of the week?
I'll give you a call.
Well, I'll look forward to that.
Nice to meet you, J.R.
[CLEARS THRO AT]
Well,
looks like you have quite a fan club.
He was fun for a while.
But actually the chase
was more interesting than the capture.
- Sounds a little cold-blooded to me.
- Really?
I guess I can't help it.
I mean, pursuing men is quite exciting...
...but once I have them,
it gets boring rather quickly.
CLAYTON: Why did you give up
your police protection?
I can't spend any of my money
at the police station.
Besides, who knows how long
I'll be around to enjoy it?
Well, I think you'll be around for
a very long time, unlike your twin brother.
- Now, what's that supposed to mean?
- You tell us, Atticus.
- Atticus is dead.
CLAYTON: Is he?
Or is it Arlen who disappeared?
Oh, I think I catch your drift, Clayton,
and I don't like it one damn bit.
Oh, you don't?
I don't think that Curley and Rabbit
liked being m*rder*d one damn bit either.
Now, hold on. I thought we were friends.
I was friends with Arlen,
not his lying, murdering brother.
Clayton, you're just about to destroy
a 50-year relationship.
Now, where's your proof?
Atticus hated Rabbit and Curley.
He'd get great pleasure out of giving them
his money before knocking them off.
Atticus is dead, you damned fool.
- Since when did you take up Atticus' habit?
- What are you talking about?
You're gonna yank your ear off
if you don't stop pulling it.
You don't know anything about me
or my habits.
So kindly get out of my house
before I sic the police on you.
We're going to get that proof, Atticus.
And when we do,
we'll be siccing the police on you.
You didn't have to k*ll them.
APRIL: We were gonna build our houses
right next door to each other.
If you could believe that.
Shelley's was gonna be green
with white trim...
...and mine was gonna be white
with green trim.
They were gonna be the perfect houses.
Built for you by your perfect husbands
to be lived in with your perfect children?
And we'd never fight,
and I would never burn dinner...
...and he'd never lose his job.
Sounds too good to be true.
It was. Look where I ended up.
Come on, April, is it really that bad?
I don't know.
Well,
I guess it's a little more complicated.
When I was little, my daddy
used to come home every night at 5:30.
We would have dinner at 6.
Shelley and I would fight...
...so Daddy would cr*ck a joke
and make us all laugh.
And then he d*ed
and everything changed.
April.
Staying here isn't gonna bring him back.
I know.
It's just somehow
I feel closer to him here.
I keep hoping
that he'll come to me in a dream...
...and give me the answer to life.
It's pretty silly, isn't it?
Well, I don't know.
I just think you live each day
making the best causes you can.
And look for the answers on the inside.
That's why I came home,
to find that answer.
No, it's not where you look for them.
It's how.
And it can take a while.
April, once, I asked you to wait for me,
and I'll gladly do the same for you.
But I can't wait here. Not anymore.
What do you mean?
If you don't know
how much I love you by now...
...I don't know what else
I can do to convince you.
But Southfork is my home.
I have a son there
who doesn't have a mother...
...and hasn't had much of a father
for a while.
I'm going home.
I'm gonna leave tomorrow.
Bobby.
I've done everything I can do, honey,
to win you back.
The rest is up to you.
CALLY:
He doesn't think it's gonna work, J.R.
Well, he's crazy.
You only met the man twice.
What gives him the right
to pass judgment on our lives anyhow?
I told him everything about us.
He thinks it's all your fault.
Oh, he does, does he?
What else does this genius
say about me?
He thinks you're never gonna change.
And that you'll continue to hurt me
if I don't get out of the marriage.
Cally,
I hope you don't take him seriously.
J.R., I don't know what to think
or feel anymore.
All I know is that I was truly happy
with you and now I'm not.
It's that witch doctor's fault.
J.R., he is trained to understand people.
He's trained to mess up people's lives,
if you ask me.
I'm gonna have a little talk
with Mr. Sensitivity tomorrow.
Teach him a very painful lesson
in the art of human relationships.
A little early for your appointment, J.R.
Yeah, well, I've got something on my mind
that can't wait.
sh**t.
I had a long talk with my wife last night.
You're doing a hell of a job
busting up my marriage.
She's a really terrific lady.
She loves you a lot.
You have any idea
what you're doing to her?
You just do your job.
Buy a new car, pay off your mortgage,
whatever.
And most of all...
...keep up the good work.
[CHUCKLES]
NARRATOR:
Next on Dallas:
WOMAN: You're gonna have to board now,
Mr. Ewing.
Wouldn't want that plane
taking off without you, now, would we?
Are you expecting someone?
No, I guess not. Thanks.
Oh, honey,
there are no guarantees in this life.
- So how did it go in Ohio?
BOBBY: Just fine, thank you.
Make reservations for me
at the Raphael Hotel in Paris.
- It's time I had a vacation.
CALLY: I think he's happier.
I know I am.
And we're gonna make this thing work.
I can only take her to the edge.
You're the one who's gonna have
to push her off the cliff.
My husband loves me because I'm me,
not because I'm young.
Find yourself a good lawyer, honey,
because it sure as hell won't last.
CLIFF:
You won't believe this. Oh, my God.
Do you have any knowledge
of the whereabouts of Mr. Atticus Ward?
- What if he's not Atticus?
- Then we're back to square one.