[SCREAMS]
You never learn, do you, Barnes?
Last time you sh*t off your mouth at me...
you blew yourself out of a prime situation.
What kind of maniac did you get involved with?
You're right about that. He is a maniac.
He's gone. That madman has got John Ross.
I am losing my patience with you, boy.
[g*nsh*t]
Romance is not exactly what I had in mind.
- I guess it's time to pay the piper. - Calhoun, don't do this.
JOHN ROSS: Come on, Christopher, throw the ball.
Throw the ball.
- Come on, throw it right. - I did.
No, you didn't. It was too high.
Uh-oh.
What's going on?
For Pete's sakes, what happened?
Christopher knocked the vase off the table.
- Yeah, but... - You didn't have anything to do with it?
With all the land we have at Southfork, and you have to play up here? Ugh.
Uh-oh. Grandma is going to have a fit.
You bet she is. Good thing she and Clayton are away for a while.
Now, both of you, go downstairs.
Find Teresa and help her clean up this mess. Hurry up, go on.
- Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Hi, Daddy.
- Hi, Daddy. - Hi, son.
CHRISTOPHER: John Ross hit the ball into the vase and it broke.
Hey, it wasn't my fault.
Well, that remains to be seen. Now, go get Teresa.
Look at this mess.
Never mind about that. We got a real problem.
What is it?
You put the boys to bed and then come downstairs.
Ray's on his way over.
Does this have anything to do with"?
Yes. Your Mr. Duncan.
J.R., that is the most incredible thing that I've ever heard in my life.
What kind of maniac did you get involved with?
Well, you're right about that. He is a maniac.
That's why we felt it'd be a good idea...
if you and Sue Ellen took the boys out of school.
Maybe take them on a vacation.
Well, it looks like I'm the only one he's after.
But there's no sense in taking any chances, of course.
Why not just call the police?
- Pam, we can't do that. - Why not?
Because if the police get involved...
Ewing Oil may find itself in serious jeopardy.
What I'd like to know is what you did to this guy...
to make him hate you so much, J.R.
I wouldn't mind hearing the answer to that question.
Calhoun came to me with a list of references as long as his leg.
He had connections in the CIA and the Pentagon.
He had a friend named General Longley.
You know that Air Force general who was in the news all the time?
Yeah, okay. What did he want?
Well, he wanted to get support for his organization.
- Some sort of m*llitary operation. - Mercenaries.
J.R.: I thought they were just one of those patriotic outfits...
you know, a bunch of good, solid Americans...
trying to help Congress do what they should be doing.
RAY: Well, go on.
Well, he said he had a plan to jack up the price of American oil.
Well, I think we all share the same views on that, don't we?
So I went along with him. I gave him some money.
Then I found out what he wanted to do...
was blow up oil fields in Saudi Arabia.
Blow up Sau...?
- That's outrageous. - Well, how do you think I felt about it?
And you kept this information to yourself?
I did not.
I contacted the CIA and they tipped the Saudis...
and they moved in on Calhoun's men.
Unfortunately. A bunch of his men got k*lled.
And so that's why Calhoun is after me.
Maybe I'm missing something, J.R...
but if the CIA already knows about this, why can't they help us?
They washed their hands of the affair. They even tried to blame me.
I'm not sure they're so wrong.
What?
What a perfectly neat explanation, J.R. How many times did you rehearse it?
- What are you talking about? - I don't doubt there's any trouble.
But don't try and convince me that you're Little Red Riding Hood.
You had no right to put us in this position.
Would you listen to that? You'd think it's her problem.
It sounds to me like we all got a problem thanks to you, J.R.
- Pam. - Don't tell me you believe him.
Trying to convince us he's just some innocent bystander...
that this person just latched onto.
Honey, what J.R. explained...
was pretty close to the truth.
I don't like his involvement in this any more than you, but what's done is done.
And our first priority has to be to protect the family.
You and Sue Ellen have to take the boys away tomorrow.
And you will, won't you?
Well, of course we will. But damn it, Bobby, I'm frightened.
It'll be okay.
Bobby, I love you so much.
This guy sounds crazy. What if he tries to k*ll you too?
I'll be fine.
I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Well, hello.
WENDELL: Well.
Don't tell me you forgot I was coming.
Of course not. I'm just running a little behind.
What can I fix you to drink?
WENDELL: Oh, I drink Scotch, unblended.
But I think I'll wait.
Wait?
Till you put some clothes on.
Now, don't tell me you're shy.
No, not in the least.
But nor am I in a habit of romancing employees.
Romance is not exactly what I had in mind.
I know what you had in mind.
Why don't you get into something a little less comfortable? I'll make my own drink.
What did you find out about MacArthur Mining?
Unfortunately, not a lot.
J.R. may be interested, but I can't be sure.
You never even brought the subject up?
Of course I did.
Right here in this very bedroom.
But J.R. was a little distracted at the time.
It was hard to get him to concentrate on business.
I could've pushed it, but who knows when he's gonna get suspicious?
Well, are we drinking alone?
Sony.
Forget it, I'm not thirsty.
April, did I mention that I know where Jack Ewing is?
No.
Well, where is he?
In due time. In due time.
Now, look, we are in this together.
I mean, once I get my percentage from Jack, I sell it to you, right?
That's why you're backing my court fight.
That's why I'm backing your court fight.
Then why are you holding out on me?
I think you got that backwards.
I wonder if you really do know where Jack is.
Get me my information, April.
Then we talk about Jack.
That's it? You're leaving?
We covered everything.
Good night.
We might have talked a little.
J.R.: Everybody thinks I'm scheming, John Ross.
Well...
maybe this whole mess is my fault.
But I only did it because I was scared, son.
For the first time in my life I was afraid...
that the world I was building up for you...
was all coming apart.
That the dream I'd always had that one day you'd be running Ewing Oil...
would never come to be.
And the price of oil falling the way it was...
I didn't know if there was gonna be a Ewing Oil for you to run.
Well, whatever happens to me, son...
I sure hope you grow up knowing that whatever I did, I did for you.
Because there's nothing on earth more important to me than my family...
and nobody more precious than you.
I hope you know that.
You gave me quite a start.
What a wonderful father you are.
Too bad you're not a better husband.
It's been a long time since you let me try.
You're talking about spending a night together.
I'm talking about a lifetime.
Be sure and call us as soon as the plane takes off.
Yes, sir.
CHRISTOPHER: I wish you were coming, Daddy.
I wish I was coming too, partner.
But I'll tell you what, you make Mama take you to Disneyland...
and all those famous movie studios, okay?
Will you, Mom?
Yeah. Hop in the car, we're gonna miss the plane.
Wait a minute. Two things:
One, you behave yourself.
And two, don't fight with John Ross.
I love you, pal.
- I love you too, Daddy. - Okay.
Take care, pal. Jump on in now, you can tum on the TV.
J.R.: You know what I was saying before about you seeing Jamie and Gary.
PAM: I'm gonna miss you. J.R.: I don't think it's a good idea.
They'll be making millions of inquiries and asking thousands of questions.
JOHN ROSS: Ray, don't.
I think the best way is to keep it real quiet and let it work itself out.
Maybe you're right.
JOHN ROSS: We're only going to California.
Come on, Mom.
Well, take care of yourself.
I will.
- Goodbye, son. Bye. JOHN ROSS: Goodbye, Daddy.
- Bye, Ray. RAY: Goodbye.
J.R.: Go on, get in there. SUE ELLEN: Come on.
- Take care of your mama, hear? JOHN ROSS: I will.
- What do we do now? - There's not much we can do, Ray.
- We don't know where Calhoun is. - I'm going to the office.
The office?
You don't expect me to wait for him, do you?
If he wants me, let him find me.
BOBBY: Oh, boy, we're gonna get a lot of work done today.
Where is everybody?
J.R.: Go.
[DOOR OPENS]
[SCREAMS]
Oh, Sly.
J.R.: What are you doing?
Nothing, I just went to the powder room.
Where's Phyllis and Kendall?
Kendall had something wrong with her car and Phyllis took her to the garage.
- My God, what is this? - It's just we're a little jumpy today.
Why don't you take the rest day off, honey? Go on home.
As a matter of fact, when the other girls get back, they can go home too.
It isn't over, is it?
Whoever k*lled that man is still loose.
That's right.
CLIFF: Look, we've been over this before.
We're just doing a little creative accounting. Just a little fudging.
I'm paying you $ million for your company...
Which is a million more then it's actually worth, I might add.
And then we improve our tax investment picture by million.
But I give you six million back.
Yeah, of course you do. Hey, look, I'm not Santa Claus.
Getting my hands on that cash is the only reason this deal...
is going ahead to begin with.
You get what you want, I get what I want. Everybody makes it.
Except the IRS.
- I hope everything was all right. - Oh, everything was hunky-dory.
There.
Thank you.
Well, it we can consummate it in the next two days.
We can.
But don't we have to meet with your sister?
No, we don't have to talk to her. She likes your company, you know?
Anyway, she just puts up the financing, I make the final decisions.
All right then, let's do it. To what do I give the kickback to?
No.
It's financial accommodation. It is not kickback.
And you make it out to me personally...
and that way it doesn't show up on the books.
- Hello, Cliff. - Look who's here.
- Dora Mae. - Hello, Mr. Wendell.
- We're preparing your table for you now. - Thank you.
I'm gonna hang out here for a little bit.
So if you wanna go get the paperwork taken care of...
I'll get your check in the next couple days.
- For me, that's the absolute latest. - No problem.
Cliff, I hope you're not thinking about joining me.
I wouldn't think of it.
Since our first conversation...
I've had the feeling I swallowed something rotten.
And I want you to be the first to know that I'm about to throw it up.
You do have a way of ingratiating yourself, don't you?
Don't try to flatter me, that won't work.
I just made a deal that's gonna net me $ million.
So I'm gonna pay your lean back and I'm gonna get you out of my gut.
You never learn, do you, Barnes?
Last time you sh*t off your mouth at me...
you blew yourself out of a prime situation.
We all make mistakes.
But you make them again and again.
- Hello, Jackie. - Well, hello.
I thought you were taking the day off.
Take the day off? You jest. I just made a great deal.
- Cliff, she's not in. CLIFF: Pam...
- Where is she? - I don't know.
There was a message on the answering service...
- saying she was going out of town. - Out of town? Where out of town?
I don't know that either.
The message only said that she was gonna take Christopher on a vacation.
- And that she would call in. - I don't believe it.
I need her. I need $ million.
I got this phenomenal deal coming through ahead.
Cliff, she said she would call in.
Yeah, but I don't know when that's gonna be.
She's ” having a good time somewhere and I watch my deal melt away?
That's just like a woman.
Damn it.
DOWLING: Do you mind if I ask you something?
Long as I'm not absolutely committed to answer.
You are a born politician.
I'm sure your marriage to Sam Culver wasn't all wine and roses.
You were a young girl and he was much older.
But watching you tonight making your way through that crowd of politicians...
I couldn't help but wonder...
if you didn't have more in common with him...
than you do with the man you're married to now.
Donna, you eat and breathe politics...
just the way Senator Sam did.
Sam and I spoke the same language.
And why Ray?
I loved Sam.
He was...
He was like a father to me.
Then Ray came into my life.
We...
Some friends, we'd gone to this cowboy bar.
And...
somebody tried coming onto me and...
Well, it got a little rough.
Then Ray stepped in.
He was...
young and vibrant.
Everything the years had stolen from Sam.
So you married him.
No.
I ran away. I was still married to Sam.
But I fell in love with him.
What's wrong?
Are you all right?
Husk...
felt the baby kick.
Ray isn't gonna let you go easily, is he?
Thank you, ma'am. That was very good.
You're welcome.
- Finished, Mr. Ewing? - You can take it.
RAY: Try and eat something, J.R.. It'd do you some good.
What time is it anyhow?
I got after .
It's like sitting around waiting for a b*mb to go off.
And Calhoun knows it.
I'm gonna go upstairs and call Pam.
Just try and take it easy, J.R.
Calhoun's just making us wait to drive us all crazy.
[PHONE RINGING]
J.R. Ewing here.
J.R. How you doing, old buddy?
I've been thinking about you.
Hello, B.D.
I knew you were expecting my call so I didn't wanna disappoint you.
I just wanted you to know that I have other things on my agenda first...
before I get to you.
So you can relax a little.
Control center, get me Barney, fast.
Now, Calhoun, this has gone too far.
I admit I'm not exactly blameless in this...
but we can meet and work something out.
Meet? Oh, sure, we can meet.
Good, I'll get a pencil.
No, no, no, J.R. You don't need a pencil.
When I wanna meet you, you'll know it.
PAM: Okay, that's enough. Come on.
He's what?
I don't believe it.
Your guy didn't trace it?
He's a dinner break.
Yeah, and since we're not doing this thing official...
Calhoun slips away again.
ELLIE: Oh, Clayton, I'm so sorry.
I feel like such a drag lying here being sick in bed like this.
Do you realize...
that this is the first vacation that we've had since...
Well, since the one we took after we got married.
[SNEEZES]
[CLEARING THROAT]
Oh, Lord, listen to me. I sound like a foghorn.
Oh, it's all so awful.
Here we were gonna go out.
I wanted to go to the symphony.
Or maybe... Maybe even the theater.
What's that?
- What? - What happened?
I don't know.
There was a silence.
Oh.
Do you know that you haven't shut up for the past minutes?
Well, I just feel so badly about it, that's all.
Clayton, maybe...
Maybe you ought to go out alone.
Well, that's a good idea.
You suppose they got a good dating service in this here town, ma'am?
Oh, stop. You know what I mean.
Maybe you ought to take a little stroll down to the pier or something...
or maybe drop into one of those little clubs and hear a little music.
Without you?
Well, you know, I'd love to go...
but I just can't get...
[SINGING “DON'T GET AROUND MUCH ANYMORE"]
Oh, that's so sweet.
Well, go on, there are more verses to that song than that.
I know there are. But I can't remember them.
[MISS ELLIE LAUGHS]
Look at all this stuff. Cough syrup, cold pills, aspirin.
You know the best way to get rid of a cold?
- How? - You give it to a friend.
Pam, did it ever occur to you that this time...
just that this time...
that maybe he's catching the blame for something that isn't his fault?
That maybe somebody else is taking advantage of him for a change?
Oh, I know what you think about J.R.
But there are other sides of him, you know.
I haven't heard you defend him like this in a long time.
Did the ice melt between you two or something?
No...
but I've been thinking about it.
I did get the last laugh in the Mandy Winger affair.
You know...
I haven't felt this good about myself in a long, long time.
Oh, there you are. You having a nice time?
Yeah. Where's John Ross?
- John Ross? - Well, isn't he have with you?
CHRISTOPHER: No.
I had to go to the bathroom and I left him here.
John Ross? John Ross?
John Ross?
Are you looking for the boy that you were playing with?
- Yes. - I saw him a few minutes ago.
He was talking to a man. I guess it was his father.
- A man? WOMAN: Yes.
Oh, my God.
- Oh, no. - He's gone.
That madman has got my son.
Are you sure? Maybe he just wandered off some place.
- He's taking a walk around the hotel. - Don't you think I looked?
He must have been standing here waiting, waiting to...
- I gotta call the police. - No, no. You can't do that.
You're crazy. You're crazy, J.R. We're talking about my son.
Sue Ellen, you can't. The police will only make things worse.
You bastard, it's all your fault.
Now, listen to me. If Calhoun does have him...
he's not gonna hurt him. He's using him to get to me.
But if he thinks you'll call the police, God knows what he'll do to him.
Oh, God, J.R., it this rotten little scheme is costing me my son...
Now, listen to me. I'm on my way.
And try to think of any other place he might be, but don't call the police.
J.R., you just get here. You hurry up and you get here.
Do you hear me?
Get here. It's our son.
Bobby, get out here.
Sly, call the airport. Tell them to warm up the jet.
I'm going to California. Get a hold of Ray.
- Yes, sir. - What's going on?
Calhoun has John Ross.
Oh, my God.
J.R.: You know what I think?
I think that if Calhoun does have John Ross...
And we're not sure of that.
He's just doing that to play more games with me, that's all.
Yeah, it's just like with Sue Ellen.
He's not gonna hurt John Ross. Hell, he's just a little boy.
Better set our watches to California time.
He's just doing it to torment me, that's all.
He'll probably be heading back to the hotel by the time we get there.
I'm hungry.
So? You know where the food is.
All there is is bologna. I don't like bologna.
Can't we go out and get a hamburger?
What are you going to do with me?
That's the hundredth time you've asked me that.
Now, I'm getting sick and tired of it.
I told you, I won't hurt you.
Then why won't you let me go?
My daddy would never do something like this.
When he wants to see somebody, he goes straight to them.
He doesn't have to grab their kids.
You're starting to get on my nerves, boy.
I am losing my patience with you, boy.
Now, you're gonna get over there, you're gonna keep your mouth shut...
and you play any more games with me...
I'm gonna put you right through that window, you understand?
I think I'm losing my mind.
I'm gonna get him back, I guarantee you.
Guarantee?
You can't guarantee anything except that others will suffer for what you do.
Come on, everybody, it's not gonna help to fight amongst ourselves.
Sure I wouldn't handle it any better than she is.
- What if it had been Christopher? - Yeah, I know.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
RAY: I'll get it.
BOBBY: Yeah, who's there?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Bellman.
- Mr. Ewing? - Yeah, that's right.
- What's this? - The tape machine you ordered.
- We didn't order a tape... - It's all right. We'll take it.
- Thanks a lot. - Thank you.
Come on, Ray.
PAM: What is it?
BOBBY: It's another message from Calhoun.
CALHOUN: Hey, tell them how you feel.
Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. I'm okay.
My poor baby.
See, J.R.? Your boy's okay.
Now, if you want him to remain okay...
all you have to do is follow my instructions.
Tomorrow morning at half past ...
I want you to go downstairs to the lobby.
There'll be an envelope at the desk telling you where to meet me.
The most important thing, J.R.. Is you come alone...
because if I even so much as sniff anyone around...
you won't find me, but you?! find your boy.
But he won't be alive.
Good night. J.R. Sweet dreams.
No. No.
It's time to go.
Are you sure you should take a g*n?
Well, I'm not sure of anything anymore...
but Calhoun will expect me to come armed.
- J.R., just... - Sue Ellen.
Whatever problems we've had in our lives...
I just want you to know that I have loved you.
I know that.
And I have loved you.
More than I deserved.
Be careful.
Please be careful.
Don't worry about me. John Ross is the important one.
And I'm gonna bring him back. I swear it.
- Morning. - Good morning.
My name's J.R. Ewing. I believe there's a message for me.
Let me see. Oh, yes, sir. Here it is.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
I hope you have a very nice time in California, Mr. Ewing.
Yeah.
Travel Town. One of those kids' playgrounds. Old trains and stuff.
- What are you two doing here? - We're going with you.
Oh, no, you're not. I can't afford to take the chance.
J.R., you don't stand a chance if you try and do this yourself.
Bobby, I am following Calhoun's directions.
I want my boy back alive. Now, you all get in that elevator and go back upstairs.
I'm not leaving here until these doors close.
_J.R___ - I mean it. Go on, get.
Come on, let's go. You take care of yourself.
Calhoun?
Calhoun?
[g*nsh*t]
CALHOUN: Gotta hand it to you, J.R.
I wasn't sure you'd show.
Maybe you've got some guts after all.
You knew I'd come after my son. Where is he?
[g*nsh*t]
CALHOUN: Look at the big man dance.
How's it feel, J.R.?
How do you like being the target for a change?
Let my boy go.
CALHOUN: Now, you don't really expect me to do that.
What about you?
Don't tell me you're going down without a fight.
You know I'm not gonna sh**t at you while you got my son.
[g*nsh*t]
Look, Calhoun, I'm here.
If you want my life, let's see if you're man enough to take it.
But don't hide behind my son.
You call yourself a soldier.
What kind of a soldier hides behind a little boy?
CALHOUN: Relax, J.R.
He's nowhere near me.
Where is he?
Okay. You wanna see him? I'll tell you what.
We'll call a truce.
I'll back off...
but you gotta come up here where I am.
Look, you can't see him from where you are.
Truce.
See? I gave you my word.
Where's my son?
[JOHN ROSS YELLING INDISTINCTLY]
[BANGING]
JOHN ROSS: Help.
Help.
Help.
Stay calm, son. You're daddy's gonna get you out.
Yeah. All you gotta do is get through me.
J.R., truce is over.
[LAUGHING]
[g*nshots]
Come on, you gutless wonder.
Show yourself.
What's the matter, J.R.?
Don't you like operating in the dark?
That's what you had me doing. My men over in Saudi Arabia...
before you pulled the wool over our eyes.
They're mercenaries. They were paid to take chances.
Calhoun.
I'm the one you wanted all along.
Well, you got me.
Take my life if you have to...
but let my son go.
JOHN ROSS: Help.
[MUFFLED YELLING]
Help.
Hi there.
Up. up. up.
What a wonderful little scene that was you played out this morning, J.R.
You leaving the hotel...
your brothers wanting to go with you.
Put a tear in my eye. I was touched.
- You know about that? - I know everything about you.
Then you also know I'm not a marksman. You're not giving me much of a chance.
Mister, I'm going giving you more of a chance than you ever gave my boys.
JOHN ROSS: Help. - Okay, playtime is over.
Let's go for broke.
- Get down, John Ross. - He won't be able to do that, J.R.
It's getting late, J.R.
You ready?
One.
Two.
[g*nsh*t]
Aw. What's the matter, J.R.? Hun?
Well, I guess it's time to pay the piper.
All right. If you're gonna do it, go ahead.
But let my boy go first.
Don't let him see his daddy die.
What kind of man do you take me for?
I wouldn't dream of letting him watch you die.
Matter of fact, I'm not even gonna k*ll you.
No, sir.
What I'm gonna do is k*ll him and let you watch him die.
No. No.
I read the Bible, J.R. You remember that?
Remember how the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon their sons?
Don't do this.
I'm gonna let you watch your son pay for what you did.
Don't do this, Calhoun. I'll give you anything.
[MUFFLED YELLING]
[g*nshots]
J.R.!
- You all right? - Yeah.
Okay, hold on.
- J.R., how bad you hurt? - I think I'm all right.
Get John Ross.
Dad.
J.R.: Oh, son.
I thought you'd never get here, Bob. But it worked.
Calhoun fell for our little scene. He really thought I was coming alone.
It's over, son. It's over.
Everything's gonna be all right.