Last on Dallas:
- Johnny's dead?
- Very.
You blew it.
I didn't k*ll him.
What the hell is going on here,
Mac? Did you k*ll that man?
I was right here with you,
darling, just like you told the police.
- Right?
- Right.
McKAY : Make one move
to take over my company...
you're a dead man.
I wonder what McKay would
give to get a hold of this.
And until we find
Mr. Barnes, he's not in the
clear, and you're
not in the clear either.
I know about Sheila
Foley and I wanna help.
It's a very personal score I
have to settle with Sheila Foley.
You see the man you
fell in love with years ago.
But now he's 3 Wing cheating'
whoring' no-good bastard.
I do have his child.
- Yeah, but so do I...
- You're pregnant?
If I had known you were pregnant, I would
never have let you go. Are you all right?
I know I love her, but somehow I get the
feeling that the only person you love...
is the one you see in the
mirror when you shave.
So be it.
I'll be down there first
thing in the morning.
They know where Sheila Foley is.
- You're as dumb as you are big.
- I'll take you apart right now.
Dad, no! - Knock it off.
Now stop it! It's another
fight about the oil business.
- Stay out of this.
- He's gonna destroy Ewing Oil.
I just buried my wife because of the
oil business. It's time I buried Daddy too.
- You don't know what you're talking about.
- I'm driving to Odessa tonight.
When I get back,
I'm selling Ewing Oil.
Bobby.
How much farther to Odessa?
About an hour.
- Breslin will be at the courthouse.
- And then what?
I don't know. We'll
see when we get there.
You know, you might wanna tell me what
you're planning to do with Sheila Foley.
Because if you don't have
the guts to take her down, I do.
What do you think I'm gonna
do? Pull a shotgun out of the trunk?
If you've got one, I'll use it.
I've get other things in mind.
- What?
- That's my business.
And not mine?
Either do this my way or
don't get back in the car.
I'm sorry.
I'm tired and a little tense.
Look, let's change the subject.
You found Sheila Foley,
you're gonna get your revenge...
will you really go ahead
with selling Ewing Oil?
You heard what I said.
And you're gonna
stick to your decision?
I mean, not that you care about
my opinion but I think it's a good idea.
Given the way you feel
about the oil business now...
it'd just be a matter of time before J.R.
stole the company away from you anyway.
How much do you figure
it'll cost to buy Ewing Oil?
I'll take the first
decent offer.
Who do you think
would be a likely buyer?
Whoever agrees to do it my way.
Promise me one thing.
You won't be such
a good guy for once.
I want Sheila Foley to get
more than she deserves.
I'm gonna see
how she likes it...
when the thing she
loves most is destroyed.
You're not leaving
till I get what I want.
And what is it you want?
I lied for you last night, Mac, and
since then, I've done a lot of thinking.
And now I want the
truth, the whole truth.
I told you all you need to know.
That man, Dancer,
really had you scared.
From the moment he hit town,
you couldn't stop talking about him...
worrying, covering your tail.
You k*lled him, didn't you?
Is that what you really think?
Well, you were seen
leaving his hotel.
Knowing what I know, what
do you expect me to think?
Come on, Rose.
If I wanted somebody
dead, would I do it myself?
Wouldn't I hire somebody?
It's just a stinking coincidence,
but I was in that hotel.
I was cutting a secret
deal two floors below.
Well, what was so secret?
I can't tell you.
Oh, come on, this
is all a cr*ck of lies.
I'm going to talk to the
police, I can't live with this.
I doubt if you would
sell me out, Rosie.
But I will tell you what
you wanna know this time.
Don't get in the habit of threatening
me because it makes for a bad marriage.
If you're innocent I'll fight
like hell for you, Mac, I swear it.
In that suite, two floors below Dancer,
I was in a meeting with someone...
who's going to pay me a
fortune for my share of Westar.
You're kidding me.
My life has been one battle after
another, Rosie, and I'm fed up.
If I can make the right
deal, I'm going to retire.
You and I are liable to end up
on a desert island somewhere.
Mac, that would be wonderful.
But my buyer is a very
high-profile individual.
Any publicity sours
the whole thing.
This is the biggest deal of my
life, and its success is in your hands.
If I don't hold up
your alibi, you mean.
The whole deal goes belly
up if I'm arrested for m*rder.
And innocent men have been
sent to jail. It has happened before.
Don't worry, I'll Stand by you.
But there's one thing.
There's no point going off to some desert
island if you won't touch me anymore.
Well, I guess maybe I
could take the morning off.
Well, I'll be up in the bedroom.
Just give me five minutes.
Excuse me, J. R.?
I wanted you to know I was here with my
team of accountants to start the process.
- Process?
- Selling the company.
Bobby phoned me last night. He
said you were aware of the decision.
Sit down, Harv.
How about a drink?
A little early for that.
Well, seeing what Bobby's
doing, no time is too early.
Well, Harv, you gotta realize that
Bobby's still upset over April's death.
Of course.
Which means he's not
exactly in his right mind.
Hell, he's not really
gonna sell Ewing Oil.
He'll change his mind any minute
now, and where we gonna be then?
Well, his instructions to
me were extremely clear.
Well, I want you to stall. Give
Bobby a chance to regain his wits.
He also sounded very
determined and very definite.
I'm gonna tell you flat out,
I'm not gonna let this happen.
J.R., Bobby has the authority.
And I own 75
percent of the assets.
Even if Bobby wants out, there
must be some way I can retain control.
- The Justice Department won't allow that.
- Damn it, what side are you on anyhow?
Do I have to play you The
Battle Hymn of the Republic?
This company was daddy's. You
were his attorney, where's your loyalty?
It's time you speak up.
- Talk to Bobby convince him he's wrong.
- J.R.
My job has always been to follow the
orders of the man in charge of Ewing Oil.
Right now, Bobby is in charge.
Until he says otherwise, I'm here to
open the books for potential buyers.
- That's like exposing us in public.
- That's the way it has to be.
Unless you can convince
Bobby to change his mind.
Hell, I don't even
know where he is.
I just got in myself, but
as per your instructions...
she's been kept under a
very, uh, loose surveillance.
What does that mean?
It means she's being
watched but not approached.
- So where is she?
- It's a private institution...
serving a very wealthy clientele
to whom secrecy is a must.
I'll drive us out there, but the question
is, do you want the police to come with us?
- No.
- Why don't we just go?
There's one more thing,
Mr. Ewing, and it's very important.
We're not the only people who are
interested in Sheila Foley's company.
Someone else is snooping
into Foley Petrotech.
- Do you have any idea who it is?
- No, not yet.
My feeling is it's someone
very high up in government...
because they're getting
access into impounded files.
That takes major clout and a knowledge
of the right channels and access codes.
So, what's our move?
Whoever it is, is scheduled to pick up
a copy of the Petrotech file tomorrow.
We're gonna setup a trap.
You might wanna be there.
I'll be there.
May I sit?
Thanks for meeting me this early,
darling. Are you feeling better?
I'm sorry I was so upset last night,
but I did some thinking and I got over it.
You don't look so well, though.
- Well, I got a major problem with Bobby.
- What about him?
He wants to sell Ewing Oil.
I don't believe it. Bobby
would never do that.
He's gone crazy ever since
April d*ed. I think he's snapping.
You've got to stop him, J.R.
Well, I'm surprised to hear you say
that. I thought you'd argue his side.
Why would I do that?
Well, once I'm free of Ewing Oil I'd
be able to spend more time with you.
I don't know if you
wanna be an oil bride,
and live in Texas
away from your friends...
and all your European social
engagements and things like that.
I'm not that selfish, J.R. I know
how much Ewing Oil means to you.
What kind of relationship could we ever
have together if you gave it up for me?
If Bobby wants to sell, why
can't you buy it from him?
Well, it's along story.
Actually, the Justice
Department won't allow me to.
Besides, Bobby's bound and
determined to bury Daddy's company.
I don't know, there's
something sick with him.
That's the problem there.
It shouldn't be "Daddy's company."
It should be your company.
Something for you to hand
down to James and John Ross.
Well, James is not interested
as I'm sure you found out.
He's never had deep roots,
which is why he needs a solid goal.
Something like Ewing
Oil, something to work for.
I know this is adding pressure
on you, J.R., and I'm sorry.
But I want you to
fight to stop Bobby...
for you, for James and
John Ross, and for us.
You're right, Vanessa.
And that's just
what I'm gonna do.
She's at the far end
of the rose garden.
This is Toni Chastaine, she's the
operative who tracked down Mrs. Foley.
Are you sure it's her?
Her admitting records include fingerprints
which match those on file with the state.
- She's over here.
- Does she know you're watching her?
No, I kept my
distance, as instructed.
That's her, in the wheelchair.
You all wait here.
You're not Sheila Foley.
Mrs. Foley has been here...
ever since the police found her
wandering across Andrews Highway.
You mean she flipped out?
We talked to the psychiatrist who
treated her after her husband's su1c1de.
Apparently, his death triggered
her nervous breakdown.
Well, I tried to talk to her.
It wasn't much use.
Well, she's made a lot of progress,
but her memory is virtually gone...
along with many of her
communication skills.
Dr. Banoff, would you
give us a couple of minutes?
I might have
questions for you later.
- I'll be happy to help you, Mr. Ewing.
- Thanks.
Breslin, this is so
damn frustrating.
If this is the real Sheila Foley, then why
did the woman in Paris use her name?
I don't know, but she sure
knew everything about this one.
Maybe she's a sister
or some kind of relative.
Yeah, maybe.
- Well, what now?
- I don't know.
This just can't be a dead end.
I think I'll go back to Dallas.
Could one of your people
take me to the airport?
No problem at all. Chastaine,
can you take Miss Stevens?
- Yes, sir.
- Great.
When will you be back then?
Breslin and I have
some business at city hall
tomorrow. It just
might be our only hope.
Good luck then.
Can you get us permission to
search Sheila Foley's room here?
It's all arranged.
I'm gonna get a look
at that photo album.
Mrs. Foley?
Are you gonna ask me
about my name again?
Because I don't
like being confused.
No, no, I'm not gonna
ask you any questions.
I was admiring your
beautiful photo album.
Could I take a look at it?
Well, maybe you'll be able to
recognize some of the people in it.
I think they must
be people I know.
And I keep trying
to remember them.
But I just can't.
Oh, my God.
We're in trouble, Sly.
Deep, deep trouble.
Well, you'll think of
something. You always do.
No, not this time. There's
nothing in the bylaws...
and there's nothing in the
state regulations to stop him.
- Can't you reason with him?
- Hell, yes, I can reason with him.
I can thr*aten him, I can beg on
my knees till I wear a hole in the floor.
But he's gonna do
what he's gonna do.
I don't know what's gonna happen to
you. I can't imagine you without Ewing Oil.
Well, I haven't given up yet.
I thought you said there was
no way you could stop Bobby.
I can't stop him from selling...
but I can make damn sure
the right person does buy it.
Mac, can I talk to you?
Yeah, sure, Rose, come on in.
I don't want you to be
late for work or anything.
Something wrong?
I guess. I mean...
Yesterday, last night and
this morning, Mac, was great.
I really felt like
your wife finally.
Now something else is wrong?
I want you to remember
what we just had together.
So that when I say what I'm gonna
say, you won't hate me forever.
Go on.
I was frustrated, and drinking a
lot because I was very unhappy.
And I guess I was too needy.
And then J.R. Ewing came over.
What happened?
Mac, now that you and me
are sort of back together...
I have to tell you everything.
Oh, God, I'm so ashamed.
What happened, Rose?
I was drunk... and I
let J.R... You know.
Here? In my house?
I was wrong and stupid
and then I made it worse.
I panicked when J.R. said he'd
tell you about what happened...
so I helped him plant one
of those bugs in your office.
Mac. Mac.
Don't just walk away, Mac.
What are you gonna do?
Mac.
But perhaps it's time
to get down to business.
Well, that's getting down to the
bottom line, very Western of you.
Tell you what, when
we cut this deal...
I'll get you a Texas 10-gallon
hat, what do you say?
And what deal might that be?
Well, I'd like you to broker an
unusual transaction for me...
with one of your
cash-rich Tokyo banks.
- How unusual.
- I want you to buy Ewing Oil.
Then turn around and
give me the control of
the company for a
5-percent profit for you.
It's a rather strange concept.
What would be my
reason for helping you?
Well, I'd let you pick some of
the choicer Ewing properties...
to add to your
real estate portfolio.
Wouldn't that hurt your company?
Well, it just means I'd have
to start life all over again...
with a lean, mean Ewing machine.
I see.
However, oil is not an industry in which
my banking connections wish to invest.
This I know for a fact.
That's it? No
further discussions?
Clearly, you must
be in some terrible
trouble to propose such
an unusual scheme...
and I wish I could
help you, but I cannot.
Ah.
Well:
Here you go, Mr. McKay.
You want me to reconnect
it, or take it apart?
When did you last
sweep this room?
Last Thursday.
Nancy, get me the
week's calendar.
Right away.
I think we'll leave it in place.
At least until I'm ready to deal
with the person that put it there.
- Yes, sir.
- Here it is, Mr. McKay.
Oh, God, no.
How about the
names on this list?
No, no, none of these will do. I'm
not looking for a conventional buyer.
I'm looking for somebody
who can see the world...
through J.R.-covered glasses,
if you know what I mean.
Sorry to barge in. I didn't
realize you'd be so busy.
Oh, that's all right, Cally.
- Um, I'll just...
- Please.
I can tell this is a bad time.
No, no, it's all right, darling.
Come on in, uh, sit down if you want.
Did Vanessa tell you she saw me?
Yeah, she did. Sounds like you could have
jumped on me a lot harder than you did.
J.R., the divorce hearing
has been set for next week.
Oh.
I didn't know it was
gonna be that soon.
- Do you mind?
- No, no, the quicker, the better.
As you know, I'm not
contesting anything.
Then you'll be free.
And I'll be free, and we
can get on with our lives.
Yeah, that's true.
If I wanted to, I could be real bitter
about what happened between us...
but I'm choosing not to.
Thank you for that.
Besides, I like Vanessa.
She's probably the woman
you should have had all along.
And in some ways, she's the woman
I'd like to be when I get a little older.
Well, I'll get out
of your way now.
Well, thanks for
coming by, Cally.
J.R., one last thing.
Don't ruin it with Vanessa.
Because I truly think she's your
last chance to ever be happy.
Foley's dead and
so is Jordan Lee.
You exclude the two Sheilas, there's
three faces left in that photograph.
I've already faxed it to
our Research Department.
I think we should get
some identification soon.
At least we know there's
a physical connection...
between the real Sheila Foley
and whoever that was in Paris.
Yeah?
Coming your way,
carrying a large brown file.
Okay, roger out.
Here we go. Chastaine, do
you wanna take the left side?
Cliff.
I had to use my clout
with the ORC to get those.
- So that's what you wanted, right?
- Yeah, but why did you use a phony name?
What I did wasn't exactly ethical,
you know, but I crossed the line for you.
I appreciate it, but you
gotta get back to Dallas.
Why?
The police wanna question
you about a m*rder.
Oh, Johnny Dancer, yeah.
I read about that, yeah.
- Well, they think you were involved.
- No way.
I was on my way here
when they found the body.
Hate to say it, but I'm glad he's
dead. He was in the mob, you know.
Cliff, they also suspect Liz.
- No way.
- Oh, you're that sure?
I know that she is not capable
of doing anything like that.
All right, listen, I don't
wanna create any problems.
Did it occur to you she
might have been using you?
You know what your problem is?
You've been seeing too many movies...
where the bad guy turns out to
be the beautiful woman. No way.
Did she happen to tell you she was an
agent for the United States government?
Yeah. Yeah. How
do you know that?
She told me.
And a lot more, a lot.
Like what? What are you talking
about? When did you talk to her?
I didn't talk to her. She
came to see me at the ranch.
- Oh, thank God.
- Hi, Liz.
Why did you run? Why
didn't you come to me?
I would have stood by you.
You think I k*lled him?
I didn't know what to think.
I mean, you just disappeared.
No, I was on my way to
Odessa that night to help Bobby.
I couldn't m*rder anyone.
Well, that's wonderful.
Oh, that's incredible.
You have to talk to
the police right away.
After I talk to you.
Maybe McKay did it. Or there's
someone else, a man I know.
He's been after
Johnny for years.
- How would you know that?
- You're angry at me.
Why? Don't you see
we're off the hook?
I didn't k*ll him and you didn't.
We can walk away from this.
You don't seem too sad
about him being dead.
He deserved to die. Whoever
k*lled him did us a favor.
Oh, boy, I need a drink.
Cliff, what is it? What's wrong?
- Come on, talk to me.
- You lied to me.
Every minute that we've spent
together, you've been lying to me.
Why didn't you tell me you
worked for the government?
Why didn't you tell me
about you and Johnny?
Bobby found you, didn't he?
- I would have told you myself soon enough.
- I'm supposed to believe that?
You were using me all
along. What was the idea?
You were gonna use my position with the
ORC to make me and Johnny best friends?
- Look, I know you're hurt...
- I'm more than hurt!
There I was, madly in love with
you, wearing my heart on my sleeve...
and all the time
you were faking it.
- That's not true, listen to me.
- Forget it.
No, no, I'm out of here.
I'll tell you, Vanessa, I'm desperate.
The one sure thing I had fell through.
And the kind of backing I need has
to have deep pockets and no strings.
That's a very hard combination
to come by, let me tell you.
- How much time do you have?
- Not enough.
What will you do if you
can't find the right buyer?
Don't even say that.
Well, this is a sight I
didn't expect to see.
I thought you'd be running around
town trying to head Bobby off at the pass.
Instead, here you are,
having a nice leisurely dinner.
We haven't really met.
I'm Vanessa Beaumont.
- I'm Michelle Stevens.
- Oh, of course.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
I first met your sister in Vienna
and I liked her very, very much.
I can imagine how
much you miss her.
Look, I don't wanna interrupt
your dinner any longer.
Michelle, just tell
me where Bobby is.
Well, as far as I know,
he's still in Odessa.
Anyway, excuse me.
I almost forgot why I
stopped by your table.
I wanted to wish you good luck.
- For what? MICHELLE:
Finding your next job.
Once Ewing Oil is sold, I mean.
You might wanna ask our mutual
friend, Inagaki, for a position.
After all, the two of you worked very
well together where I was concerned.
Thanks for meeting
me here so late, Harv.
No problem, Bobby.
- Did you take care of business in Odessa?
- Not to my satisfaction, no.
I'm sorry to hear that.
You say I have multiple
bids for Ewing Oil?
Uh, Bobby, before we start...
J.R. met with me about this.
Harv, I told you J.R. has no say in
my decision. Now, what are the bids?
- Westar has made a strong offer.
- Let's start with the other ones first.
Two of the Seven Sisters like the idea
of a buyout, but with certain conditions.
Which are?
They both insist that you personally
stay on and run the company for them.
Forget it, cross
them off. Who's next?
Several low ballers,
bargain hunters.
Well, Harv, if that's what
it's gonna take, we'll do it.
Bobby, I think
you can do better.
Only an hour ago, I received
a bid from De La Vega Oil.
De La Vega Oil, who are
they? Tell me about them.
They're a privately-held,
cash-rich, Venezuelan company.
Well-respected and well-managed.
Would they be
willing to work fast?
Well, I've taken the liberty of
inviting Mrs. De La Vega to meet you.
She's flying in tonight...
if you still haven't changed
your mind about selling.
Let's just get on with it, Harv.
I don't wanna give J.R.
time to make trouble.
I can't believe I'm drilling a dry hole.
I've just got to come up with other names.
Come on, J.R., think. Is
there a friend you haven't tried?
Not a one.
Well, then, have you
tried all your enemies?
You know, believe it or not, I think
you just came up with the answer.
I feel kind of awkward pouring
a glass of my best bourbon...
for the man that
seduced my wife.
Well, no hard feelings,
Mac, strictly business.
- I came that close to k*lling you.
- Like you did Johnny Dancer?
Touché. Except that
I didn't k*ll Dancer.
Well, it sure sounded like you were
planning on it, on that little tape I got.
What are you planning
to do with that little tape?
I thought the police
might like to listen to it.
I understand a lot of
them are audio buffs.
J.R., it sounds like you're
about to offer a proposal.
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
As you know, Bobby wants to sell
Ewing Oil out from underneath me.
Needless to say, I've
made him a generous offer.
Well, I'd like you to raise
that offer, and raise it a lot.
And then I'll make
sure Bobby goes for it.
And once Westar
acquires Ewing Oil?
Westar then returns
control of Ewing Oil to me.
It's simplicity itself. I don't know
why I didn't think of it before this.
What do you say, Mac?
I don't have a choice, do I?
No, you don't. Ha, ha.
Harv, it's almost 10.
I think she'll be on time from
what little I know about her.
What do you know about
Seniora De La Vega?
Well, actually, she's, uh,
rather a mystery woman...
keeps a very low profile but runs
an incredibly profitable company.
I haven't dealt much
with South Americans.
It'll be interesting to
see how her mind works.
I think that could be her.
She's a striking woman.
Are those her lawyers?
From what I've heard, two of the
best corporate attorneys in Caracas.
Seniora De La Vega.
Please, call me LeeAnn.
After all, this is our
get-to-know-you meeting.
Then you'll have
to call me Bobby.
This is Harv Smithfield, he's
Ewing Oil's legal representative.
And I'd like you to meet Allegio
Casul and Tomas Marquez.
Uh, these gentlemen will
be negotiating on my behalf.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Senor.
We expect this deal can
be made quickly and easily.
In that case, we all
have the same goal.
And now, Bobby, if you wouldn't
mind, I'd like to speak with you alone...
uh, informally and privately...
uh, before we att*ck
the nuts and bolts.
Fine with me. Harv?
- We'll wait upstairs.
- Thanks.
- Call us when you need us, Seniora.
- Thank you.
Please.
I hope you really don't mind.
I just didn't want this to
get stuffy right off the bat.
No, it's fine. I'd
like to thank you for
the excellent offer you
made for my company.
Oh. I told my attorneys
to give you my best price.
Haggling is not my style.
And besides, Ewing Oil's perfect.
No stockholders, no proxy fights.
You seem to know a
great deal about Ewing Oil.
I know very little about you.
Well, I'm clearly
not Venezuelan.
Well, I guessed that.
I married my husband,
Roberto, 20 years ago.
He d*ed in 1983 and that's
when I inherited the company.
- You run it yourself?
- In a somewhat absentee fashion.
Uh, however, if our deal is successful,
I intend to become more involved.
I'd like to relocate
to the United states.
Any particular reason?
Well, it's my feeling that, uh,
OPEC may impose an embargo...
since that, uh,
incident in Paris.
Which is why I
would like to merge...
foreign company with yours,
making me a U.S. independent.
I know about your
wife. I'm terribly sorry.
I assume that's
why you want to sell.
Does it make any
difference why I'm selling?
No, of course not.
There is one
important stipulation.
You could even
consider it a deal-breaker.
Well, in that case,
I had better hear it.
My key provision is that you
change the name of the company.
Once the transfer is made, Ewing
Oil will cease to exist, completely.
Well, that's
perfectly acceptable.
Now, shall we call back the
troops and make this deal?
I'd like to hammer out a tentative
agreement we could all sign tonight.
The final contract shouldn't
take more than a week or so.
Would you have
Mr. Smithfield come back down?
Yes, sir.
Oh, one more thing, Bobby.
Uh, you do have
the authority to sell?
I understood that Ewing
Oil was a partnership.
All my brother,
J.R., has are assets.
I control the company.
It's my decision to make.
And I've made it.
You're in a tremendously
good mood tonight.
Ha, ha. Why not?
Everything's looking up.
- Don't you want to tell me why?
- No business talk tonight, darling.
All right, but at least, tell me
who's throwing this big dinner dance.
- Well, actually, I am. In your honor.
- Ha, ha.
J.R., this is wonderful.
I'm glad you like it.
Where are the other guests?
There aren't any.
This is all just for us.
You've gone to an awful lot of
trouble, J.R., just for a night out.
Even if it was an ordinary
night, it'd be worth it...
but it's a very special one.
As soon as my divorce is
final, I want you to be my bride.
Oh, J.R.
I don't know what
to do. I'm so happy.
Well, I think it's
time for a dance.
The way we danced in Vienna.
Maestro.
I need you to do me a favor.
I need you to close that door and then go
ahead and put yourself on the other side.
Why does everyone in this city look
for answers in the bottom of a glass?
Too complicated of a question to
answer, I've get work I have to do.
Why are you doing this?
Well, I have three reasons.
Number one is, the police don't believe
my alibi, so I'm public-enemy number one.
And my political career
is going up in smoke.
And you're the last
person I wanna see.
I'm not leaving until I give
you my side of the story.
I don't wanna hear.
You don't wanna hear how
Johnny Dancer k*lled my brother?
Or how I turned myself inside out
trying to keep you from getting involved?
Well, you blew that one.
Cliff, I didn't tell
you the truth...
because I was being squeezed by
the government, by Johnny and by you.
I'm not looking for sympathy,
just a little forgiveness.
If I hurt you, it's because
I was trying to protect you.
But I did not use you.
My feelings for you were 100 percent
genuine from the moment I met you.
Where are you going?
The police are letting me return to
New York as long as I'm on call for them.
I guess they still think
we're Bonnie and Clyde.
Wait.
Look, I wanna believe you...
but things are such a mess.
Cliff, I wish I could open my heart
and let you see I have nothing to hide.
I love you.
But if you don't believe me
then you don't deserve me.
I don't have to think
about it, Breslin.
I'm already booked on the
same 9:00 flight you are.
Yeah, I know it's just a lead, but I
wanna be there with you to check it out.
I'll meet you at the gate. I'm
leaving right now, goodbye.
- You're leaving for Paris tonight?
- Yeah, I have to.
Excuse me, Mr. Ewing?
There's an urgent phone
call from your secretary.
- Not now.
- It's all right, J.R., go ahead.
Hello, J.R. Ewing here.
- Everything looks fine.
- We're ready to sign the agreement.
And the contract will
follow in about five days?
That suits me fine because
I'm on my way to Paris tonight.
Bobby, at least, have a glass of
champagne. This is a momentous occasion.
- Yes, of course.
- Give that to her, please.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
- Sir?
- Senor.
To the end of Ewing Oil and
the beginning of a new era.
Why, thank you, Bobby.
And I'll start things off.
- I'll check in from Paris.
- Okay.
Where's Bobby?
You just missed
him. He's left for Paris.
He's what?
Good evening, J.R.
- Harv, that lady...?
- Her name is LeeAnn De La Vega.
As of next week, she'll be
the new owner of the company.
Next on Dallas:
- Hello.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
You don't even know who I
am. I'm LeeAnn De La Vega.
Damn that man. He
didn't even recognize me.
- So what?
- But it's not the same.
Not if he doesn't
remember who I am.
You know why I
slept with J.R., Mac.
Then you won't mind sleeping
with him again, will you?
Mrs. Ewing is
seeking a divorce...
on the grounds of irretrievable
breakdown of the marriage.
Say, listen, Bob, it's not
too late to call off the sale.
I haven't changed my mind.
You bugged my office,
you piece of slime!
Carter McKay of Westar? He
made me a very attractive offer.
Ewing Oil may not be enough.
I'll take other things
away from him...
bit by bit.
You could take
lessons from her, Rose.
I'd like to toast the new Mrs.
Ewing, on her wedding to be.