Be careful, Mr. Ewing.
If the agency ever found out you were involved in this...
you'd need more than money to keep you out of a federal pen.
Ten percent of Ewing Oil is worth, mm, what, million bucks?
I'm ready to sell you my shares for an even .
Why did this have to happen? I wish that baby didn't exist.
I wish Jenna didn't exist.
You stand there when that man makes a mockery of our marriage?
Didn't know what to do.
From this moment on...
any of you wanting to do business with Ewing Oil...
the man to talk to is me.
Ellie.
Clayton.
Oh, Clayton, I'm sorry.
What are you doing here with him?
Well, he showed up at the wedding and he wouldn't leave...
until I promised to meet him.
Why didn't you come to me? I'd have made him leave.
Because I knew how you'd do it. I knew there'd be a fight.
You think I want to see the two of you end up having heart att*cks?
- Well, what did he want, for God's sake? - Just to talk.
Oh, Clayton. Clayton, please. Please, don't be angry at me.
You promised that you'd support me in this.
How can I support you if you don't tell me what's going on?
It's unbelievable. I come down here to surprise you, take you to dinner.
- And I find you with this" This... - Oh, Clayton, don't.
For heaven's sakes, don't. You sound like a jealous schoolboy.
I just talked to him, that's all.
Good Lord, what do you think is going on?
I don't know.
You tell me, while you're standing there holding that flower.
SLY: Paul Beacons is here. Do you need a few more minutes?
J.R.: Send him in. SLY: Yes, sir.
- Right this way. J.R.: Hey, Paul.
- Good to see you. Ha, ha. PAUL: JR.
J.R.: Uh, we won't be using you anymore tonight.
You take off. What can I get you?
- Scotch, bourbon? - No, just plain soda will do.
They took half my stomach away from me last year.
- I'd like to keep the other half. - Heh, can't blame you for that.
Listen, Paul, uh...
I know we promised to sign today but there's been a problem.
Yeah, nothing serious.
No. It's just that we need some more time.
I got wind that something like this come up...
but, uh, I figured you hadn't canceled the meeting, you'd worked things out.
Oh, don't you worry, we'll work things out.
And we won't be using that paper-pusher at Cattleman's either.
Yeah, I heard, uh...
- They cut your credit. J.R.: Can you believe that?
After years of doing business together.
It's hard to blame them, J.R.. With the rumors going around.
- That's all they are, Paul, rumors. - That's right.
Now, look, boys, I'm sympathetic to your problem. Truly, I am.
But the thing of it is, I am losing money day by day.
We are going to buy your company. Don't worry about a thing.
Normally, I wouldn't. But, see, uh, I've got another offer...
from Jeremy Wendell.
Now, what happens if I wait for you and find you can't work it out?
- We're gonna work it out. PAUL: But supposing you can't?
Wendell is gonna find out about it and I can guarantee you...
that the price he would pay me then wouldn't be half...
- of what I can get for it now. - All we need is a week.
Yeah, just a week, that's not much.
We'll have everything wrapped up, ready to go by the Oil Baron's Ball.
Well...
Okay. But if you haven't...
- Thanks, Paul. We won't forget this. J.R.: Really appreciate you coming by.
Don't you worry about a thing.
See you, now.
VALENTINE: Oh, no. No, no, no.
WOMAN: Mr. Valentine. - It is out of the question.
- Let me explain. - What do you think I am, an idiot?
I know what you're getting at. You're her agent.
You want her do other products. Well, N-period-O. Shall we?
It's not fail, you know. Mandy's been getting calls from all over the country.
And why? Because of us.
We know that, Mr. Valentine, and we're very grateful.
Valentine Lingerie made that girl.
We'd be crazy to let her go.
Even for a Hollywood deal?
VALENTINE: For anything.
SUE ELLEN: Out of curiosity...
what sort of Hollywood deal?
Well, a man named Bruce Harvey called me today...
from Rocket Films.
He's seen the Valentine ads.
And he wanted to know if Mandy was free to do a film.
Well, you know what to tell him.
Bruce Harvey.
He does more exploitation pictures than anybody in the business.
Those exploitation films are schlock.
I will not be associated with that.
Nor will my girl.
We'll think about it.
Bye-bye.
[BEEPING]
[GROANS]
Dam, I hate these things.
I hate these" Ah!
Doggone it.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
[MOANS]
Mm, what you doing here?
- Can I come in? - Come on in. Come on in.
- What's wrong with your hand? - I b*rned it. I b*rned my meal too.
I thought something smelled funny in here. Let me see.
- Ooh, do you have any salve, huh? - I don't need any salve.
It's not that serious.
Just put some ice on it, you know.
Surprised me. What you doing here?
How come you and your husband aren't out, kicking up your heels?
Ah, things aren't terrific, huh?
PAMELA: Mm-mm.
He went to see Jenna again.
I didn't take it very well.
She is pregnant.
He is the father.
He's afraid she might have an abortion.
Ha-ha-ha. Afraid? Hey, I'd be sticking pins in a voodoo doll.
Stop it. That's a horrible thing to say.
Yeah.
But that's what you're feeling, isn't it?
Yes, but I hate myself for it.
Be easier if that baby were never born.
Damn it! Why did this have to happen? I wish that baby didn't exist.
I wish Jenna didn't exist.
Oh, Cliff, what's the matter with me?
Nothing.
But you're right about what I'm feeling.
And it's so selfish.
Hey...
all of us are selfish at one time or another.
Even me.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Oh, welcome to the human race.
If Jenna has that baby...
pan of Bobby is always going to be hers.
I wanted him percent.
There ain't nobody in the world...
that has a hundred percent of anybody.
Is there?
[GRUNTS]
Hey, Bob.
I'm afraid I'm not very good company today, J.R.
Heh, neither am I.
I figure we don't have to put on any smoke-and-light show for each other.
This thing with Jenna's really got you going, hasn't it?
For the first time in my life, I don't know what to do.
Seems to me you've already done it.
- You married Pam. - I'm talking about the baby.
I know what you're talking about.
Now, it seems to me like the best thing to do is just let things run their course.
You know what you're saying, don't you?
That I should let her have an abortion and not even open my mouth.
Well, you tried, didn't you?
If I could just make her listen to me...
I think I could convince her to keep the baby.
Oh, Bob, is that what you really want?
I mean, think about it.
You'd be ruining your marriage before it even got going.
There's a joke.
You're concerned about my marriage to Pam all of a sudden.
I'm concerned about you.
I wonder.
Because Pam is the woman you've chosen.
I wonder if maybe if you're more concerned...
that if I have another child...
that adds up to one more Ewing heir.
Now, this may come as a surprise, Bobby...
but not all my motives are selfish.
Maybe sometimes yours are.
[SHUFFLING NEARBY]
Clayton.
You can't do this to yourself.
No dinner, and now you're not sleeping.
[CLAYTON CHUCKLES]
You have no idea how frustrating all this is.
Why is it any more frustrating for you than it is for me?
This afternoon after I left you, I went to see Parmalee.
Don't worry, he wasn't there.
Well, I can't say that I'm sorry to hear that.
The hotel manager said he'd moved out.
Ellie, for the life of me, I can't understand you.
Now, why won't you let me or the boys take any action?
- Action? - Yes.
You mean like b*ating him up? Or sh**ting him?
- No. - Look.
This man's already got you to meet him behind my back. Now, what's next?
I don't know.
I don't know what's next.
You don't seem to realize that I didn't expect this to happen.
Parmalee has no place in our lives.
Now, if he's here, it's because you want him to be.
And the only reason for that...
is that you're starting to believe that he is Jock.
I have to find out.
[GRUNTS]
Well, Mac...
when you finally took the picture of Jock out of the house...
I thought I was through fighting ghosts.
Well, they're back again.
And they're starting to worry me.
MAN: Mr. Ewing. J.R.: Yeah?
Leo Daltry with Central Intelligence.
- Can I speak to you a minute, please? - Oh, sure.
I believe you know a Mr. B.D. Calhoun.
J.R.: Uh, yeah, that's right, I do.
You were seen with him a few days ago at the Fair Park.
Oh, well, am I under surveillance or something like that?
Uh, no, sir. He is.
Uh, would you mind telling me what you were talking about?
Well, it's just a private conversation.
B.D. Calhoun is a strange man for someone like yourself...
to be associating with.
I wasn't associating with him, I was just talking to him. I talk to a lot of people.
Why is he under surveillance?
Because he's known to involve himself in activities...
better left to the U.S. government.
Well, some people call what he does patriotic.
Maybe.
And some would call it fanatic. Frankly, we look upon it as dangerous.
That's why we like to keep an eye on him.
Do you know where he is right now?
No, how could I know?
Well, let me educate you.
He just left for the Middle East.
We think the mercenaries he uses are playing soldier again.
Well, it's got nothing to do with me.
We hope not.
Then again, you won't be the first businessman...
he suckered into financing one of his schemes.
Be careful, Mr. Ewing.
You're a rich and powerful man.
But if the agency found out you were involved in something like this...
you'd need a lot more than money to keep you out of a federal pen.
Thank you for your time.
Sure, I've heard these rumors, Marilee.
- Pam told me about it weeks ago. MARILEE: You don't believe it?
Hey, look, who is gonna believe that Jock Ewing's still alive?
A lot of people are starting to, a lot of people.
Like who?
Like half the oil and banking community of Dallas.
And it's really taking its toll on Ewing business.
Well, I can't say I'd be sorry, but, uh, you ever meet this guy?
- What's his name? MARILEE: Parmalee.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
No, but from all reports, everything the man says checks out.
- Well, it's bizarre. - I wanna tell you something.
If he does prove to be Jock...
every deal at Ewing Oil will be out the window.
Not that you have any dealings with Ewing Oil these days.
- Cliff. - What?
A Miss Stevens for you.
Yes, I'll take that in here.
Hello, April.
You haven't forgotten about me, have you?
CLIFF [OVER PHONE]: What?
I'm sitting by the phone, you don't call, you don't write.
Well, I'm sorry.
You know, uh, some things came up.
Oh?
Nothing that will spoil our little deal, I hope.
You do still want my percent of Ewing Oil.
Well, we'll talk this weekend.
You are going to the ball with me, aren't you?
[CHUCKLES]
The Dallas Oil Baron's Ball?
I wouldn't miss it for a free trip to China.
Well, uh, I'll see you this weekend.
I can't wait.
Bye-bye.
Jackie, get me Jack Ewing on the phone.
- Uh, do you know where he is? - How would I know where he is?
He's probably out spending my hall-million dollars.
- Miss April Stevens? - Yes.
[APRIL READING NOTE]
Your boss certainly knows how to get someone's attention.
MAN: Looks like you're gonna be busy. Want me to unsaddle her for you?
RAY: No, thanks.
- Put them both on a hot walker. - Sure.
Hi.
RAY: Hi.
I've been looking for you.
Just thought you might like to know I just got back from the doctor.
Everything's fine. Baby's fine. I'm fine.
So, uh...
shouldn't be any problem with me flying.
So I, uh, guess you're going to Washington again?
Well, not till after the Oil Baron's Ball.
Really, I wasn't gonna go.
But then the trip got postponed...
and I figured, why not?
- You gonna go? - To the ball?
Mm-hm.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, the only reason I ever went is because you wanted to.
I wouldn't go without you.
And going with you?
Well, I guess that doesn't make a lot of sense right now.
Besides, Bobby and Pam, they'll be the center attraction.
Nobody would ever miss me.
Have you talked to Bobby lately?
Not since the wedding.
He's afraid that Jenna's gonna have an abortion.
Anything is possible.
Ray...
He wants to see her again.
To try and talk her out of it.
It'd be best if he stayed away from her.
It's his baby too, isn't it?
Is it?
Like that baby you're carrying is mine?
Just exactly like this baby I'm carrying is yours.
Bobby's right in this.
I can't believe that you would think any differently.
You know what I think?
I think Bobby has no right to tell Jenna about anything.
The baby is hers.
Whether or not she keeps it, that is her choice.
Are you telling me that you believe Jenna should have an abortion?
Right now what I believe has got nothing to do with it.
The problem is not mine. It is not Bobby's.
It is Jenna's.
And whatever she decides to do, she has to live with it.
As far as Bobby goes, he wants everything his own way.
Don't we all?
If people want to compromise, they can work things out.
Compromise?
Why is it people always use that word when they mean:
“Do it my way.“
You don't wanna compromise, Ray Krebbs.
You don't wanna do it my way...
any more than I wanna do it yours.
[CAR DOOR SLAMS]
[ENGINE STARTS]
Do you always entertain your guests out here?
Well, the special ones.
- Thank you, Clark. That will be all. CLARK: Yes, sir.
Can I have the other half of my prize?
This one's getting lonely.
Oh, you'll get it.
And it's not a prize, it's a down payment.
A down payment.
I can't imagine what for.
Oh, sure you can.
It's the same thing that idiot Cliff Barnes has been sniffing around you for.
Your half of Jack's share of Ewing Oil.
Oh, that.
Don't I get a real one?
You don't drink during the day.
I heard you tell three people that at the wedding.
Hmm, and what else do we know about me?
Well, for one thing. You're a very ambitious young lady.
You're smart enough to know a good deal when it bumps you on the nose.
And I'm about to offer you one.
- Really? - Yeah.
Now, if I know Jack, he's willing to spill blood...
before he'll let a piece of Ewing Oil go, especially to his ex-wife.
That means a court case.
Do you have any idea how much a court battle costs?
I've a fair idea.
Do you also have a fair idea how you're gonna pay for it?
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Ha, ha, yeah, well...
Where there's money, there's often a better way.
Now, listen to me. I know Cliff Barnes real well.
Better than I want to, to tell you the truth.
And whatever he's offered you is not what your percent is worth, darling.
Now, I'm gonna make you an offer.
I'm very willing to pay you the fair market value...
tor whatever your shares are worth on the day you sign them over.
Minus, of course, uh. What it costs to get them.
What does that mean?
It means that I'll advance you whatever it takes to mount a proper court case.
Huh...
But, you know, legal expenses are only part of what I need.
A trial can take such a long time.
And I'm just a working girl. With no work.
You'll have more than enough to live on. I'll take care of you.
Well, that sounds fine.
But, you know, Mr. Barnes' offer isn't nearly as terrible as you might think.
What happens if I decide to tum you down...
and go work with Mr. Barnes?
Then you'll find that my reputation is very richly deserved.
You see, you're standing on my building. And Dallas is my town.
I can open its doors to you or I can shut them in your face.
You think about what I've been talking about.
Carefully.
[CHUCKLES]
[ENGINE WHIRRING]
[THUNDER BOOMING]
[EQUIPMENT BEEPING]
[SHOUTS]
Well.
You're home late.
I know. I was shopping.
I got home early. I was hoping to catch some time alone with you before dinner.
Seems like you're trying your very best to be invisible lately.
Pam...
this isn't like you, and you know it.
Usually when you have a problem, you att*ck it, head-on.
Well, there is a problem but I don't like my response to it.
I can understand that.
I hope you understand...
the same ton of bricks that hit you tell on me too.
I know.
And I can't tum my back on that, honey.
I know.
And as much as I'd like you to, you wouldn't be the man I love if you did.
But it still bothers you.
I'd probably run away if I could.
But I need you too much.
CASSIE: Would you like another, Mr. Barnes?
I may as well. Did you see if he called like I asked you?
- Yes, sir... - Don't worry, there he is.
Hey, Cliff, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.
Just minutes.
- Vodka and lime, please, Cassie. CASSIE: Yes, sir.
Thought you were a stickler for promptness.
Well, it all depends on who I'm meeting. Ha, ha.
So, what's on your mind, Cliff?
Uh, I've been thinking about that offer I made you for percent of Ewing Oil.
Uh, I don't think that's gonna work out, and I want my half-million dollars back.
Wait. Don't tell me you believe those rumors...
- about Jock Ewing still being alive? - Nope.
Oh, good. Good. And don't worry about that half-million bucks, either.
You can just apply that.
- Apply it? - Mm-hm.
Yep. You know, I've been asking myself:
“Now, why would I spend the rest of my life fighting with J.R. Ewing?“
You know how miserable he can make you.
Thank you very much, Cassie.
So I thought, you know. “I don't need the aggravation.
I mean, Cliff Barnes is offering me...
what I'm sure is a very good deal for my shares.
And why not sell it to him?“ So, ha, I'm ready.
- No, wait a minute. - No! No, I know what you're gonna say.
YOU were gonna say...
uh, I'm gonna try and fleece you. I wouldn't do that to a brother-in-law.
Even though I know you and my sister are not seeing eye-to-eye these days.
So percent of Ewing Oil is worth, what, million bucks?
I'm ready to sell you my shares for an even .
The deal is off, you understand? Just erase it from your mind.
Cliff, I don't understand.
You were so anxious to get your hands on those shares.
That's right, Cliff, you were.
- What changed your mind? CLIFF: What are you doing here?
I think he still believes rumors about Jock being alive.
No, I don't. I'm not willing to take a chance, that's all.
- Not for $ million. - One twenty-four and a half.
- You already gave Jack hall a million. - You're right and I want it back.
Well, as you said, a deal is a deal, even with family.
Hey, you're not thinking of keeping my money?
It's not yours. It's his.
You put him up to this.
Remember, I was the one who said not to go into the deal.
- I remember, Cliff, we were sitting up... - No, I got it now.
I know what you're doing. You're trying to get back at me for April.
It's not gonna work. I tell you.
I want my money back and I'm gonna get it.
[LAUGHING]
Ah, you know what, sis?
I think maybe we're gonna get lucky.
I think maybe Cliff and April will end up together.
And I can't think of any two people who deserve one another more.
Mm-hm.
BRUCE: It's very nice of you to contact me, Mrs."
You know, when Mandy's agent called me...
she forgot to tell me your last name.
Sue Ellen will do just fine.
Well, Sue Ellen, I'd like to talk about Mandy Winger.
Why not? Everyone seems to be these days.
With pretty good reason. She's an exceptionally beautiful woman.
I'd like to make an actress out of her.
So Buffy tells me.
- Would you like anything else? - No, not for now.
WAITRESS: Okay. SUE ELLEN: Thank you.
WAITRESS: You're welcome. - Thank you.
Tell me, just how firm is your refusal to let Mandy go?
Well, I don't know. Mr. Valentine's refusal is absolute.
But he doesn't control the company.
Under the right circumstances, um...
I might release her.
Well, perhaps we can arrange those circumstances.
I own two properties that Mandy would be perfect for.
One to sh**t in New York, the other in LA.
But I could change those locations.
We could sh**t right here in Dallas.
I see.
Well, I don't think we have to worry too much about that.
Mandy has been working very hard...
and I think it would be good for her to get out of Dallas.
In fact, um...
I was thinking.
I took a little trip to Hong Kong not too long ago.
Don't they make a lot of movies ever there?
Yes, they do.
Well, I just tell in love with the Orient.
And I was thinking that it you could come up with a movie...
in, say, Singapore Malaysia...
I might be interested in helping finance it.
Really?
It would have to be something, um...
artistic, maybe.
And I know you would like to take your time with it.
Oh, absolutely.
Well, I'm sure that we could work something out.
Why don't I talk to my people and, um, put together a proposal...
get back to you, say. In about a week?
A week.
Just in time for the Oil Baron's Ball.
- Have you ever been to one? - No, I haven't.
But I understand it's the event of the year here.
Why don't I get you tickets and you can see for yourself?
Oh, I'd like that.
Maybe I can even find a date for you.
Somebody you might find very, uh...
suitable.
Oh, I'd like that too.
One more thing. If we should bump into each other, and we might...
you don't know me.
Whatever you say.
In fact, it might be better if you don't mention me to anybody at all.
I would hate for anything to slip out and spoil our relationship...
before you even start the film.
Cheers.
Cheers.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
DANVERS: Come in, gentlemen.
Sony we're late. Traffic at the Galleria was a mess.
- Yes, Saturdays it's always like that. - Well, what's it look like?
Let's see. Uh, I believe I told you over the phone...
Parmalee's blood type matches.
J.R.: Yeah, you also said not to be surprised since Daddy has type .
BOBBY: What are we looking at? - This is one of the last x-rays...
I ever took of Jock.
These little lines indicate bone breaks. Here and here.
And this is where a b*llet once ripped through.
That was down in Marion County, remember?
Of course I do. Some dumb old cool tried to k*ll us.
DANVERS: And another simple break here. And this is a compound.
Daddy got a lot of use out of that old body.
Now, these fractures are very specific, Harlan.
You telling me Parmalee has the same ones?
As a matter of fact, he does.
- What? DANVERS: These and dozens more.
BOBBY: Each of those lines indicates a break?
DANVERS: It certainly does.
This person ought to be dead.
Looks like he got run over by a bulldozer.
No wonder he didn't mind having x-rays taken.
Well, these x-rays tell us a couple of things.
When you look at the kind of fractures...
the degree of bone-knitting, the scar tissues...
we can tell that whoever this man is...
he went through the same kind of accident that Jock must have had.
And at about the same time.
Damn it, Harlan. Parmalee's not my daddy.
I can tell you another thing.
This man deserves our respect.
He endured more pain than you or I, hopefully, ever will know.
[CROWD CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
MAVIS: Hello, you dear thing. Congratulations, Bobby.
- Pam, wonderful to see you. ELLIE: Just fine.
- You look beautiful. - I'm sorry we missed the wedding.
- Well, we missed you. - Thank you.
BOBBY: Bye-bye.
Oh, Mavis, you look absolutely wonderful. You look very relaxed.
Oh, I just wish you and Clayton could've been with us.
Now, Ellie, how are you? I hear that fellow's still in town.
Well, why are you looking around like that?
He wouldn't have the nerve to come.
- He showed up at the wedding. - No.
Oh, Mavis, it's been unbelievable.
Mavis, I know you two haven't seen each other for quite some time.
But I need this lady for a dance.
Oh, my.
The oil industry may be in trouble...
- but you'd never know it here. - Yeah.
Oh, here. Come with me. Come with me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Pam. Bobby. Here.
I'd like you to meet someone. This is April Stevens.
This is my sister, Pam. And her husband, Bobby.
How do you do? And congratulations. Cliff brought me to your wedding.
But, uh, I'm sure you didn't see anybody but this gorgeous man you married.
Thank you. Cliff, may I see you for a moment?
Sure.
Cliff, what's the matter with you?
First, you bring that girl to the wedding and now to the ball?
Don't you have any feelings at all for Jamie?
Jamie walked out on me. What am I supposed to do?
Hide in the closet for the rest of my life?
Look, JR.
Isn't that the Valentine girl?
Well, she doesn't look nearly as trashy in person as she does in those pictures.
- Jack, would you dance with me, please? - Sure.
Excuse me, Jamie.
- Um... - No, thanks.
Wait till you're asked.
Well, hello, Mandy. Kind of surprised to see you here tonight.
Uh, I don't believe I recognize you, sir.
This party's supposed to be for people in the oil business.
Bruce. (his is JR. Ewing.
J.R., Bruce Harvey.
Bruce is a Hollywood film producer.
Oh, is that right?
What brings you to Dallas?
Business.
Bruce has been talking to me about acting in a film he's gonna be doing.
Is that right? Well, you're gonna be an actress now, are you?
- Yes, I hope so. - Ha, ha. Excuse me, Mr. Hollywood.
What the hell's going on here? You've been avoiding me for weeks...
and you show up with that Tinseltown dummy?
I am just leading my life. That's all.
And letting you lead yours.
Sue Ellen looks lovely. You must be doing something to make her so happy.
You wait one damn minute, honey.
Looks like life's improving for the both of us.
Donna? You all right?
No. I haven't been asked to dance all evening.
Well, I'd be happy to change that right now.
You wouldn't mind lending me your husband, would you?
Lord, no. I'd just be happy to sit down.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
I'll bring him right back.
- I had a dream about you last night. - Did you?
Mm-hm.
I dreamt we were on top of your building.
And you were showing me the city like you did last week.
And suddenly, you took my hand...
and we just started to fly.
Really? I wonder what Dr. Freud would make of that.
That we would probably make a good team, you and I.
Does this mean you're gonna accept my proposition?
Mm-hm.
And any others you might like to make.
PUNK: Ladies and gentlemen, if you all will take your seats...
we'll get this evening's program started.
Where you been? I've been looking for you.
- Just talking. - Ha-ha-ha. With him?
Better take a seat, if you can find anybody who'll let you sit next to him.
Thank you, April...
I really enjoyed that conversation.
[JENNA GIGGLING]
What are you doing?
RAY: Holding you up. - Well, hold yourself up.
You're worse than I am.
Take lessons from your daughter. Look at Charlie. Terrific.
You're the one who wanted to do something different tonight.
You've been so good to us, Ray.
To me, to Charlie.
RAY: I haven't been doing anything special.
JENNA: Oh, I think you have.
RAY: I must be getting something out of it too.
JENNA: I guess the possibility of me having an abortion...
has been a big subject of conversation lately.
You're the only person who hasn't offered an opinion.
Don't you have one?
Sure, I do. I'm not gonna give it to you.
JENNA: I suppose deep inside I...
I'm afraid having a baby might lock me to the past.
I wouldn't worry about that.
If you decide to have the baby...
you look at its little face and nothing else will exist.
You're such a good man, Ray.
I don't know about that.
Oh, these skates are k*lling me.
[JENNA CHUCKLES]
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Hello again, folks.
I hope you all enjoyed your dinner.
Dessert's coming right up.
But before we get into that, we've got a few awards to present tonight.
The first, of course, is the Jock Ewing Memorial Award.
Yeah, that is if Jock Ewing is really dead.
PUNK: I'd like to ask Ellie Ewing Fallow...
to come up here and call out the winners.
Miss Ellie?
Excuse me a minute. I'd just like to say a few words.
Who sold that son of a bitch a ticket?
- I wish you wouldn't do this. - I won't belong.
J.R.: That man has no business here.
I've got as much business as anybody else in this room.
Parmalee, you get the hell ” the stage.
- Bobby. - Calm down, Bobby, please.
- Let him talk. Let him talk. - Ellie?
Ellie's right. Let him say what he's got to say. Maybe he'll go.
I don't know whether he's Jock or not, but the man sure has guts.
Ladies and gentlemen, pardon me.
I'm not a man used to washing laundry out in public.
But there's some things that have got to be said...
and they might as well get said right here.
Nobody wants to listen to your lies.
[CROWD MURMURING]
What I wanna tell you folks is there's no need...
for a Jock Ewing Memorial Award, because Jock Ewing isn't dead.
My face may not be familiar to you, though I've known most of you all my life.
But the name's the same.
That's right. I'm Jock Ewing.
The hell you are. Everybody can see you're not my daddy.
You're not gonna get a dime ” us.
That man is an out-and-out liar.
Well, April, looks like we don't have a deal after all.
Time has come to end this farce.
Well, that's the first true thing you've said so far.
I've offered every proof imaginable to my family.
All my personal things, my letters.
I've submitted to blood tests, x-rays.
They even brought Punk Anderson around...
to check me out on what happened down in South America...
just before my helicopter went down.
Tell them, Punk.
Go on. What did you say after we talked?
You told Miss Ellie. Tell these folks.
What I said...
was you told me things that only Jock Ewing would know.
[CROWD MURMURING]
PARMALEE: That's right.
Okay, I've been real tolerant up to now.
But they pushed me too far.
So I'm just going to leave you with this.
Any of you wanting to do business with Ewing Oil...
the man to talk to is me.
[CROWD MURMURING]
Thank you.
How the hell could you?
How could you stand there while that man makes a mockery of your family?
our marriage.
I didn't know what to do.
Well...
I guess there's only one reason for that.
[GASPS]
Wendell, you grave-robber.
Boys, your daddy and I have business to discuss.
Even Punk said he passed these tests.
I didn't hear him say anything about a lie detector.
Yeah, what about that, Parmalee? What about a polygraph?
Well, the thing about lie detectors is you can never be sure.
You see? He's trying to back down already.
PARMALEE: Not the point. - The point is you're afraid of the truth.
Not the truth.
It's just that I'm not sure a polygraph will give that to you.
Good enough for the rest of the country.
Not in court. Been proven inaccurate too many times.
J.R.: We're not in a court of law.
All right.
If I take the test and pass it...
will you finally admit to the world your daddy's back?
You just take the test.
All right. Set it up.
All right, now, you listen to me.
If your aim is to disrupt my family, you've achieved it.
I don't know if you're Jock or not. We'll see about that.
If you are, you've got a fight on your hands.
I've grown to love Ellie too much to give her up now.
That's fair enough.
CLAYTON: But if you're the liar and pretender...
that many of us think you are...
you better look for a cemetery plot.
Because I'll track you down wherever you are.
And I'll k*ll you.