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Be sure when you ask
Bobby {or Jam's number...
don't tell him it's for me.
I don't wanna ruin the surprise.
Somewhere along the line, J.R. must've
gotten to that boy, poisoned his mind.
All we have to do is figure
how we get back at him.
I'd like to give him a
vasectomy starting at the neck.
You're gonna get the papers.
It's over.
You'll always be welcome at our house
if you wanna come see us and Jimmy.
- But we're leaving.
- James, don't do this to me.
There's no way in hell
I would ever marry you.
According to this
marriage license, you did.
The anger and the hatred
that I felt towards you is gone.
But the pain will
always be there.
But I don't want an
eye for an eye anymore.
Thank you, Bobby.
Mr. Ewing, Detective Bussey
of the Dallas Police Department.
Sorry, but I need to ask
you and your family...
some questions about the m*rder.
I don't know how
much help I can be.
My brother told me what
happened, but I didn't see anything.
I understand, but I still
need to see you both.
Can we talk inside?
Yeah, yeah, sure. Come on in.
Was arrested at the
scene of the m*rder...
and is currently being held at the
Braddock County Jail pending bail.
None of the Ewing family
could be reached for comment.
In other news, the
Secretary of State...
Do you think we
should call Bobby?
I don't know. I
don't wanna intrude.
Hello. Hello.
- Kendall, Jackie, good to see you.
- Cliff, what are you doing here?
Is that any way to greet
the new owner of Ewing Oil?
- You're the new owner?
- Isn't that great?
Ha, ha. Well, no,
actually, I own 50 percent.
But you know what they say.
Fifty percent today,
tomorrow, the world.
- Looks like we're working together again.
- Yeah.
Mm-hm. Now, is Michelle in? I
gotta talk business strategy with her.
Boy, have I got
plans for this place.
- Haven't you heard?
- Heard what?
It was just on the radio.
Michelle's been
arrested for m*rder.
Oh, my God, she actually did it.
You mean you knew?
Well, no, I didn't think
she'd go through with this.
J.R.'s really dead? - J.R.?
The news said it was some woman.
She was with Bobby at the time,
but they didn't say who it was.
What does J.R.
have to do with this?
Never mind, never
mind. Okay. Uh...
- Did they say where they were holding her?
- Radio said Braddock County Jail.
Okay, Jackie, get a hold of
my lawyer, Bob MacCubbin...
Connelley and MacCubbin, and
tell him I'm on my way over there.
And then I'm going straight
to the jail and see Michelle.
Well, I think she's
finally asleep.
You look like you
could use a drink.
I sure could. Thank you.
Say, what about Jory Taylor?
Why did you keep
her a secret, anyhow?
She wasn't a secret.
There was so much going on, I
didn't wanna bring her to Southfork.
Aw, that poor kid.
Having to deal with the
trial and all that publicity.
Hope she's strong
enough to take it.
She doesn't have
much choice, J.R.
I'll protect her as best I can.
What about Michelle?
What about her?
Well, obviously,
she's out of her mind.
Running around here
half-naked, packing a g*n.
For God's sake.
Well, I couldn't make much
sense out of what she was saying.
From what I did gather, she
came here looking for you.
Well, that just shows
you how crazy she was.
Not too crazy to recognize Hillary Taylor.
And to sh**t straight enough to k*ll her.
Can you blame her?
Wouldn't you have done the same
thing back in Paris if you had the chance?
What are you getting at, J.R.?
Look, this family is not without influence.
I could talk to a bunch of people.
Maybe get the charges
against Michelle dropped.
I mean, if that's all right
with you and Jory, of course.
Why would you do that, J.R.?
You've always hated Michelle.
That's not important.
If she goes to trial, she's gonna drag
this family's name through the mud.
And we're gonna have to live
with it for a long, long time, Bobby.
No, we've suffered enough.
I wanna get this family back on its
feet no matter how I feel about Michelle.
You just do whatever
it is you have to do.
We're doing the
right thing, Bobby.
Trust me.
I thought you were
my lawyer again.
Is that any way to greet
your new husband?
What? You're not glad to see me?
Only if you came
with divorce papers.
New owner of Ewing Oil
can't very well divorce his wife...
just because she's gonna
spend the rest of her life in jail.
Now, how will that look?
I don't care.
I want you out of my life, now.
You don't have
much of a life left.
I'm not gonna
be in here forever.
You k*lled that woman.
Hey, listen to me.
What happened?
What, you aim for
J.R. and missed or...?
Keep your voice down.
That woman k*lled my sister.
Oh, that's who that was.
The woman from Paris?
Yes.
I finally avenged April.
You're gonna need
all the help you can get.
Now, my attorney...
he and I sat down and we
talked over your whole situation...
and I think we got it
pretty well worked out.
I'm gonna run Ewing
Oil in your absence.
What?
He and I figured you're
gonna be in here for years.
Now, there's not a lot that I can do for
the company if I only own 50 percent.
So...
Sign these papers...
to give me power of attorney
over your half of Ewing Oil.
You've gotta be kidding.
No, sweetie, I don't have a
lot of time to be kidding around.
You're in a serious situation.
Somebody has to run the
company while you're gone.
I knew you were a sleazebag.
But I didn't think even
you would stoop so low.
Hmm.
I gotta go-
Hey, buddy.
Hey, Dad.
Well, how did it go today?
Okay.
I thought maybe we'd stop off
for a snack on the way home.
Dad, is something wrong?
- Why do you ask?
- You never pick me up.
Maybe I'll make
a habit out of it.
No offense, Dad, but my
friends would rag on me forever.
Oh, yeah. Guess I
wasn't thinking straight.
Something is wrong, isn't it?
Is it Uncle J.R. or John Ross?
No, they're both fine.
Dad?
Christopher, it's about
the woman in Paris.
The one that kidnapped April.
- What about her?
- Get in, I'll tell you on the way.
What do you want?
Now, is that any way to talk to a
man who's gonna get you out of here?
That's a laugh.
You're the reason I'm
here in the first place.
Now, why do you insist on always
blaming poor old J.R. for everything?
Listen, Bobby told me that
you were coming after me.
You bet I was.
But you k*lled that
poor woman instead.
Now, how's that gonna
look to the police?
I don't care.
Now why don't you
just get out of here.
Michelle, Bobby and
I are willing to say...
that you were temporarily
out of your mind.
We can get you out of here.
Unless want us to tell the truth
about why you were at Southfork.
And then, honey, you could
be in jail for the rest of your life.
And what do you want in return?
Nothing much.
Sell me Ewing Oil.
Forget it.
Now, don't be hasty.
Look at your present situation.
It's not what I'd call pleasant.
I'm not selling you my company.
Michelle, I can keep you in here
just as easily as I can get you out.
And if you are in here...
some court-appointed idiot
is gonna be running Ewing Oil.
And when you do get
out after a long, long time...
there won't be a Ewing Oil.
Now, is that what you want?
All right, but not all of it.
Fifty percent.
For the price that I paid
LeeAnn De La Vega.
Now wait a minute.
Are you saying you'll
sell half the company...
for what you paid
with the whole thing?
Are you really willing
to gamble with your life?
Why not?
- You're bluffing.
- Then leave me in here.
And let the court-appointed
idiot run Ewing Oil into the ground.
Next time I have a poker
game, I'm gonna invite you.
You play a hell of a game.
And you got yourself a deal.
- Jory?
- Aah!
Easy, easy. It's me.
It's all right.
Oh, it's true. It
really happened.
She's dead.
Jo"!-.
I know it's painful
and I'm sorry.
Your mama loved
you. You have to...
You have to hold on to that.
She was happy at
the end, wasn't she?
We got a chance to talk.
And she knew that you
didn't hate her anymore.
I think she was happy
that the two of you made up.
You know...
we sat up all night talking
just like the old days.
If she hadn't come back, she
would've gotten caught sooner or later.
We never would've had
the chance to make up.
That's probably true.
But she loved you, Jory.
And she d*ed knowing
that you loved her.
That's what you have to
remember and be thankful for.
You always make me wanna cry.
Here.
That better?
A little.
Thank you.
Do you have enough courage
to face one more visitor?
Who?
A young man I've been wanting
you to meet for some time.
Then I'd like to meet him.
Good.
You ready?
Ready.
Come on in.
Jory Taylor, I'd like you to
meet my son, Christopher Ewing.
I've told him all about you.
Hi. I'm sorry about your mom.
Thank you, Christopher.
I'm very pleased to meet you.
Listen, she's just too
upset about being in jail...
to pay any attention to
the future of Ewing Oil.
But she won't sign
me power of attorney.
Well, that's too bad.
But on the other hand...
if your wife is innocent, you
don't have anything to worry about.
She won't be. She did it.
I mean, she had witnesses.
She's guilty as hell.
Well, then I guess she's gonna be running
her half the company from a jail cell.
Well, now, isn't there a way...
that I could be appointed
conservator of her estate...
so I could have control
over her share of Ewing Oil...
without having
to buy it from her'?
Yeah. Maybe.
I could petition the court to
make you guardian of her affairs.
Now, there shouldn't be a problem as
long as you keep your half of Ewing Oil.
That's no problem.
Wild horses couldn't drag
me out of that company.
But we gotta get
the ball rolling.
Cliff, Cliff. She hasn't
even gone to trial yet.
Yeah, but that
could take months.
All right.
I'll see what I can do.
But just remember.
This conservatorship?
It's only good as long
as Mrs. Barnes is in jail.
Ha, ha. It's okay, she's
gonna be in jail for a long time.
All right.
You go to trial, you put
her on the witness stand...
and you know what's
gonna happen, Frank.
That poor girl is gonna start to sob
and cry over the tragic loss of her sister.
Hillary Taylor was a
kidnapper and a murderess.
And Interpol had been
looking for her for months.
Her daughter told us that
she was gonna turn herself in.
Yeah, yeah. But she
didn't do it, did she?
Then all of a sudden...
Michelle comes
face-to-face with this woman.
And she just goes
crazy. And she sh**t her.
Now, I guarantee you, there
is not a jury in the world...
that will convict that girl.
Well, that may be.
But justice demands that
we try her for her crime.
Don't talk to me about justice.
You had Carter McKay nailed to the
wall for the m*rder of Johnny Dancer.
And then the judge turns
around and declares a mistrial.
Now, what kind
of justice is that?
Well, we didn't
have enough proof.
I happen to know for a fact
you had a tape of McKay...
practically threatening
Dancer's life.
Well, that was different.
Is it?
Well, now wait a minute. Heh.
You arrested him,
you put him on trial...
and you convicted
him then you let him go.
Frank, you looked like an idiot.
Now, you wanna go through that
whole thing again with Michelle?
J.R., it isn't the same thing.
The hell it's not.
Now, you put her on that witness
stand and you're gonna blow it.
Especially when you figure
that she'll be represented...
by the best lawyers that
Ewing money can buy.
Okay, maybe you have a point.
She certainly is no
thr*at to society...
and we know for a fact
that Hillary Taylor was.
Yeah. Now you're talking.
Well, the grand jury
meets tomorrow morning.
I suppose I can convince them that
we'll never get a conviction in this case.
It won't be that
hard. Believe me.
Just one thing.
Why do you care so much
about Michelle Stevens?
Well, like I told you.
She was married
to my eldest boy.
She's worth a lot to me. A lot.
Jory?
Jory?
Right here.
Feeling slightly more human.
If I had known you were up and
about, you could've come riding with me.
Oh, that's okay.
I had to start thinking about
the arrangements for my mother.
The funeral's
tomorrow. It's in Odessa.
Oh, would you mind taking me back to
the hotel so I could pick up my clothes?
- No problem.
- Thanks.
- Would you do me one other favor?
- Name it.
Would you come to
the funeral with me?
Of course I will.
Uh, just sign here and here.
And then you're
out of this place.
What's the matter? You
haven't changed your mind?
No.
But how do I know I'm gonna
get out of jail after I sign this?
Once you own half of my company,
you could leave me in hereto rot.
Michelle, I've done a
lot of deals in my time.
Some good and some bad.
But I've never
reneged on any of them.
I'm not gonna be
tried for m*rder.
No, no. But this could
turn him in to the grand jury.
He told them he didn't have
enough evidence to bring you to trial.
It's, uh... It's all
in the contract.
It goes into effect as
soon as you're released.
What about my money?
Well, cashier's check in the
amount that we discussed.
Fine.
Michelle, just sign the
damn thing, would you?
I just wanna make sure...
I'm selling you half of Ewing
Oil and not marrying you.
But it all looks okay.
Congratulations.
You're now half
owner of Ewing Oil.
We're gonna make
a hell of a team.
Hell of a team.
It's all there. The
judge is a friend of mine.
He okayed the
petition immediately.
I am now conservator
of Michelle's estate.
That's right, you now have
total control over Ewing Oil.
Total control.
Bob, thank you, thank you.
You've earned your year's salary.
I'm telling you. Thank you.
- Thank you, thank you, thank you.
- You're welcome.
Bob, you did a really great job.
- Gonna see some changes around here.
- Oh, I hope so.
Hey, have a good time, Cliff.
- Hello, Kendall, how are you doing?
- Just fine, J.R.
Get Wilkinson up
here tomorrow at 9:00.
Oh, I wanna talk to
him about Ewing 23.
Barnes, what the hell
are you doing here?
And who gave you the right
to interfere with my company?
Your company? This hadn't
been your company in months.
What do you do? Just come to hang
and dream about the good old days?
You wanna get out on your own...
or you want me to have
Security throw you out?
Did you hear that, girls? He
wants Security to throw me out.
Maybe I should have Security
up here to throw you out.
You don't work here anymore.
Oh, yes, I do.
Michelle just sold me 50
percent of this company.
- She and I are partners.
- Well, you're full of it.
She can't do that.
I'm the conservator of her estate
and I own 50 percent of this company.
Read it and weep, Barnes.
This is the contract
she and I signed.
Well, this is my contract.
Read it and weep.
Oh, my God.
You and I are partners?
This is not legal. I am the
conservator of Michelle's estate.
- She cannot sell it.
- How the hell did this happen?
Because I married that
lying, cheating, no-good bitch.
Why would somebody as smart as
Michelle marry somebody dumb as you?
Don't you think it's
the other way around?
Are you kidding?
I had her backed into a corner.
And she still managed to
double cross both you and me.
I bet I even know how
much you paid for your half.
So what? You can't
even own Ewing Oil.
The Justice
Department won't let you.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I can incorporate
it into Ewing and Ewing.
Why don't you let me write
you a check and buy you out?
No, no. I'm gonna buy you out.
Are you kidding?
Dream on, Barnes, dream on.
You'd probably go bankrupt
before your first decision.
I'll be damned if I'm
gonna let that happen.
You don't have any choice
because I'm here to stay.
Really? I think my lawyer
will have something to say.
- So will mine.
- Yeah.
That idiot will never learn. Come
on, Kendall, I got some work to do.
I want you to call Security.
Tell them never to let
that jerk up here again.
Right.
Bye, Mama.
Be at peace.
You're right about not
prosecuting Michelle.
I just wanna put all
of this behind me.
Bobby, I'm going back to
Los Angeles this afternoon.
Are you sure you're ready?
You can stay at Southfork longer.
I know. And thanks.
But I made peace with my mother
and starting to make peace with myself.
Time I got on with my life.
So it's back to the house on
the beach and acting, huh?
I think so.
Well, I'm gonna miss you.
I'm glad.
So much has happened I think
we need a little space between us...
to see how we really feel.
If you want more than a
long-distance friendship...
well, I understand the beach
house next door is still available.
You never know.
You may find a guy in funny-looking
cowboy boots standing on your doorstep.
I hope so.
I can't believe you
haven't told him yet.
J.R.'s been through so much this past
week I've been waiting for a good time.
Sly, there is never
a good time with J.R.
What's Beaumont doing on the
door? I thought I told you to take it off.
The workmen are coming tomorrow.
Would you like Ewing and
Ewing put back in its place?
No. It won't be here that long.
Any messages?
No, but George Thompson and Frank
Cobb from Westar are in your office.
Oh.
All right. Hold my calls.
- Ahem.
- I'll tell him. I promise.
Well, Thompson, Cobb.
I never thought I'd see two of Westar's
finest standing in the middle of my office.
- Can I get you a drink?
- Nothing for me, thanks.
- I'll have a mineral water if you got it.
- That's all we have.
J.R., Westar has been like
a huge, rudderless ship...
since McKay was kicked out and
frankly, we desperately need a new captain.
We know that you have a
large chunk of voting rights.
Frank and I control
a huge block of stock.
So you wanna make a deal?
George here wants to be president of
Westar and I'd be happy as secretary.
Nothing I could do about that.
There is, if the board
elects you chairman.
But now wait a minute. Let
me get something straight.
You want to elect me the new chairman
of the board at Westar, is that right?
And we would
report directly to you.
When would this happen?
We meet later this week.
You interested?
- Definitely.
- Good, good.
I'll tell you, this is out of the blue. I
never expected anything like this.
- But there is just one thing.
- Yeah.
Ewing and Ewing is small enough that
there should be no conflict of interest.
But you will have to get
rid of Ace Geophysical.
Consider it done.
It's good you and Bobby
don't own Ewing Oil anymore.
You'd have to give that up too.
Yeah. Yeah, it's funny how
those things work out, ain't it?
I'm gonna enjoy doing
business with you.
Our pleasure, J.R.
Chairman, Westar.
Dad.
Christopher, what are
you doing up so late?
Waiting for you.
Where's Jory?
Well...
Jory went back to Los Angeles.
She asked me to
say goodbye to you.
But what about you?
Is everything all right?
Dad, I have to talk to you.
Okay. What's the matter?
I got a letter from
John Ross in England.
He's having a really great
time and I kind of miss him.
He's got a tutor
there and everything.
So I was wondering if I
could go see him for a while.
You sure that's the only
reason you wanna go?
You wanna see John Ross?
Yeah, honest.
I miss him and he misses me too.
But I don't want you to think I'm
running out on you or anything.
Christopher, you're
not running out on me.
As long as you remember
I'm here waiting for you.
I won't forget.
So when do you wanna go?
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow?
Too soon?
No. Not if that's
when you wanna go.
At least let me take you out
for a farewell burger and fries?
- You bet.
- Ha, ha. Okay.
Let's go.
Calling Security is
not gonna stop me.
As far as I'm concerned,
this is still my office.
Barnes, this is an
impossible situation.
You just have to
let me buy you out.
No, forget it. I'll buy you out.
You're gonna sell me your half.
All right.
- You gonna sell me your half?
- You got a deal.
Well, yeah, but, ha, I didn't
think it would be this easy.
That's because this is
not Ewing Oil anymore.
Ewing Oil is wherever I am.
And that is not in a
partnership with you. I want out.
How much do you
want for your half?
Just exactly what
I paid Michelle.
- I can live with that.
- Good.
I'll have Jackie type up
a letter of agreement...
and hopefully, you and I will
never have to do business again.
Well, good morning,
ladies. Beautiful day, huh?
George Thompson called.
Board meeting at Westar has
been scheduled for 2:00 tomorrow.
Congratulations, Mr. Chairman.
Ha. Well, thank you.
I guess that means we're gonna
have to move to newer offices, huh?
How could you sell
Ewing Oil so easily?
Oh, the old Ewing Oil
doesn't exist anymore, honey.
I'm moving on to
bigger and better things.
- Phyllis, I really don't think...
- if you don't I will.
Okay.
Wish me luck.
“Mm?
J.R., there's something I
have to talk to you about.
Yeah?
I'm getting married.
You're kidding?
Well, that's wonderful.
Who's the lucky guy?
He's an engineer in the oil business.
Um, we just met a couple months ago.
Well, congratulations. We're
gonna have to celebrate.
He got this great offer from this
offshore company near the North Sea...
and I'm going with him.
- What?
- I'm sorry, J. R.
I have to give my
two weeks' notice.
Well, I know a lot of people
in this town I can talk to.
Pull some strings,
get him to stay here.
No, J.R., he wants to go.
And I wanna go with him.
- Oh, Sly, for God sakes.
- Please, J.R.
Please. Don't try
to change my mind.
I love him and I
wanna be with him.
I'm sorry I have
to leave Ewing Oil.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry
too. I'm gonna miss you.
Um, take a long
honeymoon. Charge it to me.
Thanks, J.R. I'm
gonna miss you too.
- If there was any other way...
- Yeah, yeah, I know.
You're gonna have to show
Phyllis how things work here.
- Better call her in.
- Okay.
Might as well start
now, I suppose. Ha.
Phyllis?
Oh, Phyllis. It looks like
it's just you and me now.
- There's a bunch you have to learn.
- I don't think so.
- What?
- I work for Bobby, J.R.
And only Bobby.
Well, Bobby doesn't
work for this company.
Well, then I guess neither do I.
What?
J.R., I've been waiting to
tell you this for a long time.
Hell would have to freeze
over before I'd ever work for you.
What are you doing
here? What's going on?
It's your company now.
I thought you'd wanna
call it something else.
No, no, don't touch that.
Leave that just like it is.
No, not only do I want
it to remain Ewing Oil...
but right underneath that
sign, in big bold letters...
I want it to say, "Cliff
Barnes, president."
We're gonna take a picture
of it and send it to J.R.
Mind if I come in?
What do you want?
Thought maybe there was an
office you wanted me to bug.
Oh, this is nice.
This is very nice.
Oh, yes.
I especially like your desk.
It's so big.
Use it much?
How the hell did
you get in here?
Your assistant seems
to have vacated her post.
Hello, J.R.
Rose is right.
It's a very nice office.
I thought you left
Dallas for good.
Only to find Rose.
We decided to come
back here for a while.
Just to see how
things were doing.
You heard, huh?
Heard what?
That I'm gonna be the new
chairman of the board of Westar.
You come here to stop me?
I did receive a few
phone calls about it.
Frankly, J.R., I think you'd make
a terrible chairman of the board.
I do have some
affection for Westar.
I'd hate to see you destroy it.
Well, that's too bad. Because
I now have the voting rights.
Oh, that's right. Clayton
gave them to you, didn't he?
They carry a lot of weight.
Heh, heh. That's
an understatement.
Maybe, but maybe the
voting rights aren't enough.
Don't you have to have
the shares to go with them?
Oh, don't you worry about that.
I'll get them.
In time, I'll get them.
Wouldn't be too
sure of that, J.R.
You do remember
Dusty Farlow, don't you?
Like I remember athlete's foot.
Well, I don't know what rock
you had to turn over to find him...
but those voting
rights are legally mine.
You haven't changed.
You're still plotting and scheming
and one-upping everyone you can.
Ha. Well, some people are
easier to one-up than others.
As I'm sure you remember.
Oh, I remember, J.R.
Except this time, I don't think
your schemes are gonna work.
You gonna try to stop me?
- I already have.
You see, those shares were
more trouble than they were worth.
I was happy to sell them to Mac.
You son of a bitch.
You set me up.
McKAY: True. And I didn't
think it would be that easy.
I'm the majority stockholder now, J.R.,
and tomorrow, I'm putting my own man in.
And you can kiss your dream of
becoming chairman goodbye too.
So long, J.R.
Give my regards to Sue Ellen.
Oh, that's right. I forgot.
She dumped you.
Home sweet home.
Damn you.
Damn you, James.
J.R.
J.R., I'm going
home if that's okay.
I don't know why you bothered to come
in. You've been gone most of the day.
I told you I had
some shopping to do.
In the meantime, half the trash of
Dallas has been through this office.
How many bottles do
you have hidden in here?
Nine hundred and forty sev...
Hell, it's none of your business, Sly.
Well, it is if you're
trying to k*ll yourself.
Get out of here.
I'm going.
I'm calling a limo
to take you home.
Well, that will be
the last thing you do.
You can forget about
that two weeks' notice.
You're out of here.
Right now, honey.
Go on. Get out.
Christopher, you hurry up.
We're gonna miss that plane.
I'm coming. I'm coming.
- Oh, oh. Son, did you pack a toothbrush?
- They have toothbrushes in England.
I know, but I don't want Aunt Sue Ellen to
have to go shopping the minute you land.
What's about Sue Ellen?
What do you want with her?
Well, so much for going
on the wagon, huh?
Well...
Now, don't tell me
you're leaving too.
Why is everybody in such a rush
to get out of this place anyhow?
Christopher, wait for me in
the car and take this with you.
I'm taking Christopher to the airport
and I'll be back in a couple of hours.
I need to talk to you, Bob.
J.R., we can talk when I
get back from the airport.
This is important. I need
to talk to you right now.
All right, make it fast.
Bobby, I need your help.
This has been the worst
day in my whole life.
I lost Ewing Oil.
And I lost Westar too.
J.R., I can't bring any
of them back for you.
All I have left is Southfork.
You're not gonna take
that away from me too.
Give it a rest.
Tomorrow, you're
gonna be sober...
back at your desk and
everything will be fine.
I'm getting out of the
oil business, Bobby.
Sell me half of Southfork.
We can be ranchers together.
I need to know I have a home.
You've got a home.
You're always gonna
be welcome here.
But I'm not selling it to you.
Talk to you when I get back.
Doesn't anybody answer the
phone around here but me?
J.R. Ewing here.
Dad.
It's me, John Ross.
Well, hello, John Ross.
What a nice surprise.
You ready to come
home? I really miss you.
Don't count on it, Dad.
Mom's about to take me
riding so I don't have much time.
I'm not coming back to Dallas.
Well, of course
you're coming back.
JOHN ROSS: No
way. I like it here.
And Mom wants me here.
So this is my home now.
Listen.
Do I have to come over there
and pound some sense into you?
Just try it.
You don't have
any rights over me.
So play with James and his stupid
baby because I'm never coming back.
Next on Dallas:
Do you have any idea what
the word "schmuck" means?
What are you gonna tell me?
That you're some sort of apprentice
angel and I'm your good deed, huh?
I know that you are a
creepy little snake that lied.
You are a difficult
little bitch to work with.
You don't know the
meaning of the word yet.
That's the way to go, Sue
Ellen. Tell that slimeball off.
- Gary Ewing.
- It's very nice to meet you.
May I offer you anything?
It does get better.
- Am I glad to see you.
- Hi.
Oh, that can't be.
Would 500 be enough?
You're under arrest, Mr. Smith.
She's a cop. I don't believe it.
Bobby, you're two months behind in
alimony and the support for the kids.
- And furthermore...
- I'm going up to change clothes.
I have an important meeting.
Where? The unemployment line?
Two days, 50 grand.
Leave those kids alone.
Oh, my God.
So how goes it, Junior?
Excellent, Dad.
I'm gonna throw up.
You best get that broom
and get busy sweeping up.
- Before the crowd hits.
- Sure thing.
I kind of feel sorry for him.
One card, 100 grand or nothing.
I think maybe that
you're a dead man.
Run, Bobby. Get
the hell out of here.
Do it.