Get off my land.
- Ellie. - Get out.
She can't take your son away from you.
If she has the amm*nit*on, she can. She's done it before.
I wish you could have what we have.
I don't think I'll ever have that but I am learning to make do.
Franklin, you get the hell out of my office.
You can try other banks but you won't get this money without collateral.
Ewing Oil is worth at least three times what we're asking.
Much as I wanna shutdown the Arabs, I'd never do anything to hurt my country.
ELLIE: These are my husband's things. His buckle. His Kn*fe.
I wanna know where these came from.
Where did you find them?
I told you.
They never belonged to anybody but me.
How dare you say that.
I never wanted this to happen.
I never expected you'd show up here.
I was looking for Clayton.
Well, I wish you'd looked anywhere but here.
I didn't want you to find my things.
Your things.
No, not your things.
Hound Jock's things.
Things that went down in the helicopter crash.
Don't tell me you haven't sensed something between us.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Miss Ellie, you've got to believe the last thing I'd do...
is to try to tum your life upside down.
If I'd seen this coming...
I never would have returned.
Returned?
Jock is dead.
He d*ed five years ago in South America.
But all the boys found was my medallion.
- What kind of a man are you? - You ought to know that too, Miss Ellie.
You lived with me long enough.
No! No, don't you touch me.
I realize I don't look the same.
Get off my land.
- Ellie. - Get out.
Get out. Get off my land. Leave Southfork.
I never wanna see your face again.
I never would have told you, Miss Ellie.
If you hadn't found my things...
you never would have known I was back.
I wanted to be near you.
No.
No, these things stay with me.
All right.
Maybe they're better off with you.
If you're not ” Southfork in one hour...
you'll be in jail.
You're making a big mistake.
- I sure do feel sorry for Mrs. Scotfield. - Yeah.
Poor son of a g*n.
I never knew him very well but I surely wouldn't figure him for a su1c1de.
Bobby, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Sure was decent of you to pay for that funeral, Mr. Ewing.
Listen, can I tell the boys we're gonna reopen...
Ewing Number , Mr. Ewing?
What?
Seems now you've caught your fire starter...
the crew will be anxious to work.
I'm not thinking about that right now.
Well, I know it weighs heavy on your mind...
but the men can't go without work for long.
- I'll get back to you, okay, Bill? - All right. I appreciate it.
Uh, listen, I know this is not the right time...
but I would like to wish you a lot of luck on your wedding.
Yeah, thanks.
Thanks, Bill.
Bobby, it's not your fault.
Yeah, well, tell that to Scotfield's widow.
You did what you had to do. You couldn't predict what would happen.
Doesn't make me feel any better, Pam.
Listen. The oil business is having rough times.
A lot of people are losing. Not just the workers but the owners too.
You had to make a decision.
Honey, I know you're right. I know it's not my fault.
But I'm not the kind that can shrug my shoulders and walk away.
I know that.
And that's one of the reasons I love you so much.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
J.R.: What do you think you're doing?
Siccing a private detective on me.
Detective? - You know what I'm talking about.
That idiot Huckstead.
He doesn't have enough sense to stay out of sight.
- Huckstead? - Yes, darling, Huckstead.
Only you would hire somebody as inept as that. I spotted him a mile away.
Now, J.R.. Why would I hire a detective?
I have more dirt on you than I can handle.
Exactly. A detective's not gonna accomplish anything.
That's why I didn't hire one.
You know, Sue Ellen, I'm beginning to feel sorry for you.
Why waste your life on a man that can't stand the sight of you?
Why don't you give me a divorce?
Love of my life... divorce?
Our lives are just starting to get interesting.
Keep playing games with me and I'll show you how interesting they can get.
So does this mean that we're not gonna make love?
I liked you better when you were falling-down drunk.
SUE ELLEN: Ooh, I bet you did.
You like anything you can stomp on.
Mr. Huckstead... this is Sue Ellen Ewing.
You did an admirable job following my husband and that, uh, little tramp.
But I won't be needing your services anymore.
I'll come by the office in a day or two and we'll settle the account.
Bye-bye.
JACKIE: Can I get you anything, Mr. Lee?
Couple of aspirins, Jackie.
Got a headache, Jordan?
Yeah, and you will too, after I give you the news.
Our deal's in big trouble, Cliff.
The entire oil business is in trouble, Jordan.
Well, you keep that in mind when I read you the figures.
Here you go, Mr. Lee.
Just leave the whole bottle there, Jackie.
Now...
when you put this together, oil was $ a barrel.
- We're now looking at a lot less. - Don't tell me something I know.
Just tell me about my $ million.
Well, like the man said, it doesn't go as far as it used to.
Are you making jokes?
No, I had thought the million would cover the entire deal.
But?
- It won't. - Come on, don't string me along, Jordan.
Tell me what has to be done.
We need more investment.
- How much? - Two million dollars.
Each.
That'll let us ride it out till things are better.
Oh, $ million will ride me right over the cliff.
I can't do it.
Now, you can't let this go for a couple million dollars.
I'm cash-poor.
Who's not these days?
Look, I'm not talking about food stamps yet...
but, boy, I just wrote a check for $ , ...
What about Pam?
She came through the first time.
I cannot go to Pam again.
How would I explain the $ million?
Well, at least you could try. If you don't, it's all down the drain.
With Pam getting married, I better strike before the well runs dry.
- You'd be foolish if you don't. - Yeah, I guess so.
See, how do I know how long Bobby's gonna let he! keep working here?
Oh, boy.
MANDY: Just because you're my agent...
doesn't mean I should listen to you about everything.
It's just that someone I know wouldn't be too happy...
about my being the Valentine Girl.
Because the Valentine Girl is going to be very uncovered, that's why.
Yes, I heard you. Trash with class.
[KEYS JINGLING AND DOOR RATTLING]
But" No, luck. I gotta go.
No, I'm not sure I should do it.
Look, I'll call you tomorrow. Bye.
Hi.
- What's wrong with you? - I ought to string that woman up.
- What woman? - Sue Ellen, of course.
Who do you think I'm talking about? You know that goon following you?
- He happens to be a private detective. - Sue Ellen hired him?
She denies it but I know it's her.
J.R., that's wonderful.
What is wonderful about that?
Why, it means she wants a divorce.
Mandy, Sue Ellen knows I would give her the quickest divorce this side of Juarez.
No, she doesn't need a detective for that.
She's gathering evidence, that's what she's doing.
- She's trying to get custody of my boy. - Are you sure about that?
I'd lay odds. But it's not gonna work.
Isn't the most important thing that you get that divorce?
Not if it means losing my son.
J.R., Sue Ellen can't get your son away from you.
If she has enough amm*nit*on, she can. He”, she's done it before.
Well, I'm gonna solve this problem tonight anyhow.
- Where are you going? - To the bedroom. Can't you see that?
J.R., I thought we were going out to dinner tonight?
I got all dressed up.
I'm sure you can fix something for us here.
I wanna get out of here for a change.
Darling...
tor the time being, I think we ought to be more private than public.
- That's what I'm saying. Because of Sue Ellen's detective?
There's no sense in taking chances, you understand.
I think we ought to keep a low profile for a little bit.
Sure, I understand.
Ha, ha. That's my girl.
Now, put something on the table. I'm gonna take a bath.
Hello, Buffy? Mandy.
Look, I thought things over.
About that audition for the Valentine Girl?
Setup the appointment.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Well, you look exhausted.
Late night at the office?
Waited up for me, did you?
With our son. Remember him?
You two at it again?
Who, us?
- Good morning, Mama. - Good morning, J.R.
CLAYTON: How are you this morning?
I'm fine. Why?
Just wondering.
Where's Bobby?
He spent the night at Pam's.
I bet those two are having a lovely breakfast.
Just like us.
Just think, J.R., wouldn't it be nice...
having Bobby and Pam here for breakfast every day?
If anything will give me indigestion, it's looking at her every morning.
Why don't you two knock it off for a while?
- Good morning, Ray. - Good morning.
Clayton. You've seen Wes Parmalee today?
No, not around here.
Well, the darndest thing.
Gene and cleared out on us.
CLAYTON: Cleared out?
Went by the bunkhouse, all his gear's gone.
You sure? Maybe he moved or something.
The man just wouldn't clear out without saying anything.
- What do you know about that man? - Well, not a lot but...
Do you know where he came from?
Do you have any references?
He has references. Ray checked him out.
Well, sounds like Ray hired Southfork another loser.
Shut up, J.R.. It's none of your concern.
Oh? I don't know why we needed Parmalee.
I thought you were our hired help.
I sure hate to see this hot coffee spilled all over your shirt.
CLAYTON: Ray?
Huh.
Well.
Isn't this nice?
Just you and me.
Alone at last.
- Good morning, Bobby. - Good morning, Kendal.
- Phyllis. PHYLLIS: Morning. Here's your mail.
Oh, thank you.
Sly, is J.R. in?
Uh, yeah. He's looking over production reports.
Oh, thank you. That ought to depress him.
- J.R. - Hey, Bob, you see these figures?
Mm-hm. And I just may have a solution.
Oh, yeah, I saw this.
Looks like Jeremy Wendell's keeping himself busy, doesn't it?
And making Westar stronger.
I think maybe we ought to do the same thing.
What? Buy up some little independents?
Why not? There's a lot of guys out there hanging on by a thread.
Couple of them might listen to the right offer.
You know, that's a pretty good idea.
Like Daddy used to say:
“When things get tough, buy, don't sell.“
Yeah, maybe we pick up some of them.
I'll talk to Franklin Home! at the bank. We have to take out a sizable loan.
Yeah. Good.
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
- Yeah? SLY: Pam is on Line for Bobby, .J.R.
I'll take it in my office.
MANDY [ON RECORDING]: Hello. This is Mandy Winger.
Leave your name and number.
I'll call you as soon as I get back. Wait for the beep.
Hello, Mandy.
Well, after last night, I thought you'd be sleeping till noon.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Think about all those men you're gonna turn on.
Just think about last night. Okay. Let's go.
Good.
That's it. More.
More. Fantastic. That's what we're looking for. Great.
Great. More. Give it to me. Good.
Fantastic.
Excuse me.
What outfit is she wearing in the next sh*t?
Heh, not much to it, is there?
PHOTOGRAPHER: One. Give it to me. - As they say:
- Less is more. PHOTOGRAPHER: Great. Good.
And the Valentine Girl doesn't have anything to hide.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Great. That's it. - Perfect.
PHOTOGRAPHER: That's it.
Yeah. That's what we're looking for. Fantastic.
Unbelievable. Love it.
Come on, let's go. Let's go. Great.
Good.
Great.
That's it. More. More.
Fantastic. Unbelievable. Love it.
Come on. Let's go, let's go. Great.
PAM: Hi, Jackie.
Pam, good afternoon. You've got a lot of messages.
You can put those on her desk. I need to talk you for a minute.
Well, good morning to you too.
Uh, you know, I'm glad you're still interested in the business.
My marrying Bobby isn't going to end my involvement with Barnes-Wentworth.
See now, that's what I like to hear. Business before love. Heh-heh.
No, I'm just kidding.
How are the wedding plans coming?
Are you really interested?
That's what I like about you most, sis, your directness.
Good. Then get to the point.
- The deal with Jordan Lee. - Yes.
Got a couple of problems.
But nothing that $ million more wouldn't cure.
What about your own money?
I don't think so.
Things are a little tight now.
So you came straight to me?
What's family for?
Family? Cliff, I'm more like your own personal banker.
I thought you wanted me to help run the company.
I do. I do. Yeah.
- Where are you going? - My office.
No, What about my $ million?
- I'll let you know. - Time, Pam.
Time is of the essence.
I said, I'll let you know.
I don't think this is working out.
- I'll put this in front for you, Mr. Fallow. CLAYTON: Thanks, Raul.
Oh, it's gonna seem mighty strange.
Big chunk of my life is ending with the sale of those refineries.
I know.
It's hard when pan of your life ends.
And you're not ready for it to end.
Ellie, look at me.
You've been moping around since yesterday. Now, what's going on?
Nothing.
Well, if something's wrong, I wanna know what it's about.
Clayton... I've, uh, got a lot on my mind.
Bobby's getting married, and J.R. and Sue Ellen.
No, it's something more. I know you too well.
I can postpone. Just need to know.
No. No, there's no reason to postpone it.
Ellie, don't tum away. Don't shut me out. I love you.
And I love you.
I'll miss you.
When I get back...
we are gonna talk about this.
Excuse me. Ray Krebbs.
Just the fellow I've been looking for.
Hello, Cal.
How are the crops doing?
Whole lot better than the oil business.
And from what I figure, not a lot better for you these days.
Over to Southfork.
Now, just what does that mean?
That foreman of yours. Parmalee?
Came over to my place looking for work.
- Did you hire him? - Oh, no, I thought I'd talk to you first.
Did you fire him?
No.
I guess he just didn't like the job much.
Did he say where he was staying, by chance?
Yeah. He's over at the Sunrise Motel.
Hey, listen. There something I ought to know before I hire him?
Oh, nothing I can tell you.
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
WOMAN: The Ewings are here, Mr. Homer.
Send them in, please.
Come in, gentlemen.
BOBBY: Hello, Franklin. FRANKLIN: Bobby, how are you? J.R.
- Franklin. - Shall we take a seat?
And what can I do for you, boys?
Or is this a social call?
No, no. No. Ewing Oil is looking to expand.
Expand. In these times?
Yeah, we figured what's bad for some could be good for us.
Don't tell me you boys are here for a loan?
Yes. And a sizable one.
Before you start throwing out numbers, let me remind you...
that the banking industry is in as much trouble as the oil industry.
We know what troubles you got.
Nothing compared to what we're going through.
- How much are we talking about? - A revolving line of credit...
for million.
At prime rates, you're gonna do just fine.
Look, we've done a lot of business over the years...
but these are terrible times.
Franklin, we didn't come here to listen to you complain.
I'm not even sure I could put together such a loan.
But supposing I can, how much collateral are we talking about?
Collateral?
No collateral.
No collateral.
I'm sorry, J.R. No collateral, no loan.
Our daddy's been doing business with this bank since before we were born.
And if he were alive...
he'd understand what I'm trying to get across.
If he was alive, we'd be moving our business down the street.
He'd tell you it takes more than a handshake...
to raise $ million. Even if I could.
You're gonna regret that when I take our account to Dallas Unified Bank.
Daddy's always been loyal to this bank.
This what he gets for his loyalty?
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah.
Wes?
Ray Krebbs.
I figured I'd hear from you.
Folks are kind of curious why you're looking for a new job.
I had no choice but to leave, Ray.
Well, leaving's one thing. Saying nothing is another.
I had my reasons.
Well, I'd sure like to hear them.
I hired you because I believed in you, Wes.
! figure you owe me an explanation.
Maybe I do.
You know the Foxtail Tavern?
Yeah, I know it.
Meet me therein an hour.
I'll be there.
[CHATTERING]
BARTENDER: What'll you have?
Beer.
- There you go. - Thanks.
Ray?
Almost didn't recognize you.
Just washed that phony color out of my hair.
I suppose trying to look younger would be your business.
Why I left Southfork is yours?
Wes, Southfork means a lot to me.
I wouldn't have hired just anybody to run it.
I didn't leave because I wanted to.
I had to.
You fixing to tell me why?
It's difficult.
I got plenty of time.
You know, I was thinking about you on the way over.
I knew you were expecting some...
big explanation but... But?
I think you will have to see Miss Ellie about that.
Miss Ellie?
What does Miss Ellie have to do with you leaving Southfork?
Talk to her.
Maybe she'll tell you.
I can't.
All right. That's good. That's real good. Yeah.
General, you're a better golfer than I could ever hope to be...
and I have a feeling you didn't ask me out here to match skills.
No. That conversation you and I had...
couple of weeks ago has been on my mind. I want to talk to you about it.
Oh? Have more thoughts on that matter?
Well, I'm afraid I might have led you somewhat astray.
Really? What way?
When I talked about sending planes in and bombing the Arab states...
so we could get the price of oil moving up.
Well, that was just straight talk.
- No b*ating around the bush. - Yeah.
That's exactly the kind of talk that earned me an early retirement.
Uh-huh.
Then I take it you're opposed to blowing up those Arab oil fields.
Oh, if my country wanted to do it, I'd lead the bombers in.
What I'm saying is that sort of thing...
is nothing for a private individual to even consider.
Well, I know a lot of private individuals who have all kinds of weapons.
I never met one who owns their own fleet of bombers, though, that's for sure.
I just wasn't sure how serious you were last time.
Well, I'm no m*llitary man, sir.
Good.
I'm relieved to hear that.
I'd hate to see a man as rich and powerful as you...
take off on scheme that would get our country into trouble.
Oh, no way. Uh-uh.
As much as I wanna shut down the Arabs...
I'd never do anything to hurt my country.
Not America. Uh-uh.
Great.
So how about an hour of some serious shopping?
Sony, Jamie, I'm not in the mood.
How can you not be in the mood to go shopping?
- I've put on pounds. - Ugh.
Too depressing to try on clothes.
Besides, I've got an errand to run. - Okay.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
JACK: Hey.
Jack!
JACKIE: Looks like it. - Want a lift?
Jack, where'd you get this?
The usual. I stole it.
Can you steal me one too?
Sure.
Okay, who's gonna pump up my ego and get in here?
He's your brother. Have a good time. See you.
Thanks, Jackie.
JACK: Come on, hop in. I'll take you for a ride.
How about lunch instead?
Only if you don't say it.
- Say what? - That I shouldn't have taken the money.
[GRUNTS]
Well, you shouldn't have.
Come on. It's only half a million bucks.
In exchange for your share of Ewing Oil.
Mm-mm. Only my promise to think about selling.
And I'm thinking.
PHYLLIS [OVER SPEAKER]: Bobby, Franklin Homer is here to see you.
BOBBY: Franklin Homer?
Yeah, I'll talk to him. Show him in.
Bobby, I'm real sorry about that meeting.
Yeah, so am I, Franklin.
Look, J.R.'s not here right now.
Well, I figure you to be cooler-headed than he is anyway.
Not on this subject.
But I will listen. Sit down.
Well, given the Ewings' history with the Cattleman's Bank...
we don't wanna lose your business.
Look, Bobby, finding $ million these days...
is pretty dam rough for any Texas bank...
- but I think I can do it. - Well, good.
To give it to you, we're gonna have to insist on some form of security.
Like what?
Ewing Oil.
- Heh, you're joking. - No, not the whole company.
- Oh, well, how much of it? - Half.
Franklin, you get the hell out of my office.
You can try other banks.
Not one of them will give money without collateral.
Ewing Oil is worth at least three times what we're asking to borrow.
If Ewing Oil is serious about buying independents...
you'll think about my offer.
Well, Franklin. Before I give you the store...
I'll talk it over with J.R.
Well, naturally.
You know, it's like my daddy always said:
“When a banker comes with a favor, check your wallet when he leaves.“
[PHONE RINGING]
Hi. Yeah, this is Donna Krebbs. Do you have some messages for me?
Yeah.
Uh, that's my husband. Tell you what.
Hold the rest of the messages and I'll pick them up later.
Yeah, thanks. Bye.
JENNA [ON PHONE]: Hello?
Is this the Krebbs residence?
Yes, it is.
- Donna? - Yes?
It's me, Jenna.
Ray invited Charlie and me for dinner tonight.
Well, that's nice, uh.
Can I speak to him?
He's gone to see Miss Ellie.
Oh, I see.
- Are you calling from Washington? - Yeah. Yeah.
How are you feeling?
I'm fine, uh.
[CHATTERING]
Do you know when he'll be back?
I'm sorry, Donna, I can't hear you.
Look, there are some people coming in for a committee meeting, Jenna.
- Look, would you just tell him I called? - ! course.
Thank you.
Hi, everybody. Please, won't you make yourself at home.
[PIANO PLAYING]
Good evening, Miss Ellie.
Hello, Ray, I didn't hear you come in.
I hope I didn't interrupt anything.
- If you're looking for Clayton... - No, I came to talk to you, ma'am.
I found Wes Parmalee.
- Did you? - Yes, ma'am.
And I'm not quite sure I understand this yet...
but he said if I wanted to know why he left, I ought to talk to you about it.
Did he tell you anything else?
No.
But, uh, when I went out to meet him, I...
I did get a pretty good surprise.
His hair. His hair was totally white. Looked years older.
Tricks.
The man's full of them.
I've a mind to call the police.
Police?
I'm sorry, Ray. I just can't talk about this.
Well, Miss Ellie, the last thing in the world I wanna do...
is butt in where I don't belong.
- But... - Then please don't.
Thanks for coming over, Ray.
ELLIE: "Dearest Jack...
With you gone, this bed feels so empty.
I don't know if I miss you more at night or in the morning.
When I wake up and you're not here..."
[CRYING]
About time you got home.
J.R., what is all this?
Oh, just a little champagne, caviar.
Which means we are staying in again.
Yeah, well, I thought we decided that last night.
You decided.
Whatever. Besides, when I'm with you I like to shut out the rest of the world.
Aren't you gonna ask me where I've been all day?
If you checked your answering machine, you'll find I called more than once.
Well, I've been at a photo session.
And I barely have the energy to drink this champagne.
Oh, Mandy.
There's no need to exhaust yourself.
I keep telling you, you don't have to work, honey.
I know, J.R.. Then you could take care of me.
Completely.
And I could stay home all day and all night.
The situation with Sue Ellen is temporary.
I will not live in a prison, J.R. I don't care how much caviar there is.
I have to have a life.
As long as that includes me. Hm?
[CHUCKLES]
Come on.
Just a little champagne.
Hm?
J.R.: How about there?
I'll take Dallas anytime you wanna give away seven.
Well, in that case, J.R., I'll be more than happy to take your money.
Will you? Heh, heh, heh.
- Can I get you anything else? - No. That's fine, thank you.
Betting against the Dallas Cowboys...
downright unpatriotic.
- You got it? - Yeah.
This is a videotape of ED. Calhoun's...
mission in the Mid-East.
It's a documentary put together by one of the PBS stations.
The agency prevailed upon the station to pull the film.
There are some things on here that you better think about...
before we go any further, J.R.
A man who can pull off that kind of raid must be a very serious person.
Yeah. Watch the film.
I talked to him and he will see you.
If you wanna move on this, be at the airstrip...
at Wimow, Colorado, tomorrow at : .
A helicopter will meet you there and take you to him.
I'll provide my own transportation.
Uh-uh. It's his way or not at all.
Now, you're not to tell anybody where you're going.
And obviously, you're not to bring any tapes, cameras or weapons.
- That's fair enough. - Mm-hm.
Better think about this.
Watch the movies and then call me. Give the word. Yea or nay.
I'll call you later.
PUNK: Howdy, Ellie. - Hello, Punk.
- Sure good to see you. - It's good to see you.
- Thanks for coming. - My pleasure.
You're looking mighty pretty.
Anything from the bar?
- White wine for me, please. - Bourbon and branch, please.
- How's Mavis? - Wondering about you.
Said she called you a couple of times. You were out.
I know.
I'll call her.
How's Clayton?
Clayton's in Houston closing up his refinery.
That's not an easy thing to do. I'd have thought you'd have gone with him.
Well, I wanted to, but...
But I have something on my mind.
Something I can't even talk to Clayton about.
I have something to show you, Punk.
PUNK: What"?
This is Jock's belt buckle.
And his Kn*fe.
And these.
Look at the dates, Punk.
And where they were sent to.
But these are your letters that you wrote to him just before he d*ed.
But...
How did you get them?
From Wes Parmalee. Our new foreman.
But where did he get them?
He claims that they're his.
And always have been.
Well, you just let him tell me that.
To my face.
SUE ELLEN: Oh, that was great. Here.
PAM: John Ross and Christopher get along so well.
I'm really happy that you and Christopher are moving back to Southfork.
Sue Ellen...
I've never seen you look better.
Thanks.
I feel healthier since I haven't been drinking.
JOHN ROSS: Mama...
when are we gonna invite Charlie over?
We miss her.
Uh... We'll talk about that later, okay?
JOHN ROSS: Okay.
It's all right.
Jenna Wade's a fact of life for me, just like I am for her.
I am happy for you and Bobby.
- Really. - Thanks.
I wish you could have what we have.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, I don't think I'll ever have that but I am learning to make do.
Well, you sure do look happy.
Wait a minute. Sue Ellen.
No, there is not another man. And no, I am not having an affair.
Things are better these days.
And I am happy you're moving back to Southfork.
Well, I'm doing it for Bobby and for Christopher.
I miss Southfork.
I have some good memories here.
Well, not all good memories.
Well, I think you'll find J.R. a lot easier to take these days.
He's so busy with other things that he's hardly around here anymore.
Oh, well, good.
[LAUGHING]
MAN [ON FILM]: It was a time of terror and chaos.
A time of America under siege.
Here are the freed American hostages as they were brought to Washington.
As they were reunited with loved ones.
These are the happy pictures.
But here's what was left behind.
Here are the pictures you didn't see.
The man who made it happen, who took a small tactical force...
into the Persian Gulf and got the hostages out...
is nowhere to be seen.
We know that name is . . Calhoun...
a man one State Department spokesman terms a rebel...
who should be hunted dawn.
A man others have hailed as the spirit of America reborn.
The embodiment of the word "hem."
This is the estate believed to be owned by ED. Calhoun.
A forbidding hideaway.
Our cameraman was only able to get a brief glimpse...
of the man himself.
Madman or savior. He's been called both.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
BOBBY: J.R.? - Hey, Bobby. What can I do for you?
Guess who stopped by the office today. Our friendly banker.
Franklin?
What did that turkey want?
He wants to give us our loan.
Then why don't you look happy?
Because there's no such thing as a free lunch herein Dallas.
See you in my office?
Yeah. I'll be in there shortly.
Say, Gordon.
I want to move.
- Are you sure? - Now more than ever.
He's the man I need.
Now, understand, J.R. From now on, it's not just “talk“ talk anymore.
Do it.
I hope we're not doing the wrong thing.
It's not wrong to find out where this man got Jock's things.
Once we find out, we're gonna run him out of town.
This is the one right here.
Ellie.
I never expected to see you again.
Howdy, Punk.
Haven't seen you since Chico, Steve and I took off in the helicopter.
PUNK: How'd you know who was on that chopper?
WES: Come on in and I'll tell you.
[ENGLISH SDH]