Dallas (2012) s02e08 Episode Script

Nuevo Laredo tower.
Helicopter 616 Alpha Charlie's landing assured.
Nuevo Laredo tower.
Roger.
You're clear to land.
Mr.
Ewing, we're a minute out.
All right.
Thank you.
Welcome to Nuevo Laredo.
I'm first sergeant Maricela Ruiz with the Federal Police.
I'm Robert James Ewing.
I'm J.
R.
's brother.
What happened? Can you tell us what's going on? This way.
Looks like your brother was shot during the commission of a burglary, Mr.
Ewing.
That's impossible.
For one thing, I spoke to J.
R.
last night.
He was in Abu Dhabi.
Customs records show your father entering Mexico from Abu Dhabi two nights ago.
So, if you talked to him last night, it was from Nuevo Laredo.
But what the hell would J.
R.
be doing here? The reason for the visit was listed in the manifest as "quail hunting.
" Why wouldn't he tell us? It doesn't make any sense.
He was in Abu Dhabi to close oil leases.
None of this makes any sense, sergeant.
None of it.
This way.
What would J.
R.
possibly be doing here? He would never stay in a place like this.
He must have heard that Tamaulipas has been under siege by the cartels for several years now.
As the cartels have grown more sophisticated, we have seen them reach out to successful businessmen across the border for advice.
If you're suggesting my brother came down here to do business with the cartel, you're out of your mind.
Then he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Someone must have spotted a rich tourist, followed him here, robbed him, and killed him.
Sad to say, it happens too often in Nuevo Laredo.
The culprit is hardly ever found.
No.
I don't believe it.
Things with J.
R.
were almost never as they appeared to be.
Now, I don't believe he was killed here.
As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure he's dead.
You told me there was no I.
D.
on the body.
We found his cellphone.
Under the bed, where it most likely fell in the struggle.
Somebody could've stolen that and brought it here.
I know it's hard to accept, but I'm afraid that J.
R.
Ewing Is dead.
Take me to my father's body, then.
Hey.
DALLAS S02 Ep 08 J.
R.
's masterpiece A physician authorized by the secretary of health must certify the death.
Then a civil registry judge will issue the official death certificate.
How long is all of this gonna take? It could take several days.
Is there no way you can move this along, Mr.
Gilchriest? I want to take my brother home.
The consulate will try to expedite this as much as we can, Mr.
Ewing.
All right, John Ross.
What do you know about this? What was J.
R.
doing in Mexico? You brought Vicente and his thugs into our lives.
What the hell have you brought into our lives this time? Look, I swear to you, Uncle Bobby, all I know is what J.
R.
told me on the phone.
He said he had a plan And that this was gonna be his masterpiece, and Then I heard the gunshots.
Carlos? Carlos? Bobby.
Carlos.
Thank goodness you're here.
Sue Ellen.
I'm terribly sorry about J.
R.
Carlos.
It's been so long.
How did you know? Well, I make it my business to know what goes on in my country, especially when it concerns my good friend.
Then you know what J.
R.
was doing here? I assure you, I will find out.
Now, you're all going to go back to Dallas and leave everything in my hands.
I'll take care of all the red tape.
And I will get back to you with what I find as soon as I can.
I'm not leaving my father.
I give you my word, John Ross.
My people will get to the bottom of this, and I will personally escort your father home.
I won't leave his side until I deliver him home to you In Dallas.
I miss you, Emma.
You need to believe how sorry I am for any pain that I might've caused you.
It's just 'cause I love you so much.
Please come home with me, my darling girl.
The house is unbearable without you in it.
I promise I'll let you visit your mother as much as you want to.
Let me? That's just the reason why I can't come home, daddy.
I'm asking you nicely, Harris, to get off this property before I call the police.
What are you gonna do, Annie? Shoot me again? In front of our daughter? No, but I will.
You don't want to get in the middle of this, son.
I'm already in the middle, Mr.
Ryland.
You heard Mrs.
Ewing.
Please leave.
I know you just got out of the hospital.
It'd be a shame for you to have to go back.
You gonna watch these people threaten me like this, sweetheart? Come on, please.
Come home with me.
Tell your husband That he has no idea what he's started.
Hey.
Hey, honey.
Hey.
I'm so sorry.
Bobby, I don't know what to say.
I spent my whole life hating the man, and now I don't know how to feel.
Yeah, it's a sad day.
I got a lot to do.
The memorial and the funeral, and if anything goes wrong, I know he's gonna haunt me, so I got to get busy.
Excuse me.
You think he's okay? I think he's in shock.
He probably just needs his space.
I've expected this to happen to J.
R.
for 30 years now, and now that it's happened, I don't know how to feel, either.
I better look in on John Ross.
Talk to you later.
What are you doing? Trying to find answers.
I need to know who killed my father and why.
You want to know who killed your father? Half the people in this phone book wanted to.
J.
R.
said he had a master plan, and I'm not gonna rest until I find out what it was.
You know, John Ross, you could be right.
J.
R.
may have, indeed, been working on a master scheme when he died, and it could also be that dying at the hands of a petty thief may be one of the many ironies of his life.
John Ross, you may have to accept that.
In the meantime, I'm going to keep working on Gary to get that oil turned back on.
I don't see why I should stop doing business just because J.
R.
's gone.
Are you kidding me? My father's barely cold, and you're talking about already going to seduce his brother? Could you at least pretend to mourn him for five minutes? For my sake?! And we'll set up a meeting after that.
Thomas, tell your mother we got the flowers.
They're just lovely.
Thank you.
I'm good.
J.
R.
says to Miss Ellie, "Ray's gonna be just great in the ranching business.
"He might even be able to tell one end of the horse from the other.
" I can top that.
When I married Mitch, J.
R.
said, "why don't you have that junior plastic surgeon you married "design you a new face? One without a mouth.
" That man could make the devil himself cry.
- Ray.
- Bobby.
Bobby.
I don't know what to say.
J.
R.
's really gone.
I just keep thinking somehow he's gonna show up again.
Well, he's not.
Hey, mayor Rawlings.
Good to see you.
Mark.
- Jerry.
- Hey, Bobby.
How are you holding up, Bobby? I'm okay.
It's a huge loss.
It really is.
J.
R.
was a one-of-a-kind guy.
You know, when I first came to Dallas, he told me, "you can do anything you want to in my city" as long as you win those football games.
" I think he hated losing even more than I did.
When the mavs finally won that nba championship, he sent me a note.
All it said was, "about time.
" - Thanks for coming.
- Good luck.
My gosh, would you look at those photos.
You know, Sue Ellen, it's your fault I married him.
Don't blame me.
You wanted him something fierce, as I recall.
We all did.
What was wrong with us? All right, let's face it.
He was as bad as they come, but he was as hot as hell.
He was as hot as hell because he was as bad as they come.
You're the lucky one, Sue Ellen, because you made your peace with J.
R.
I always envied how you got over him.
To be honest, I don't think I ever really did.
Well, I had the benefit of many years of him lying and cheating on me.
That made it easy.
Bourbon and branch.
Thank you.
Toss one back, ladies.
No, thank you.
John Ross.
Save it, Christopher.
It's nice how many people showed up.
Your father touched a lot of people's lives.
Half these people are here to make sure he's really dead.
The other half are here for the free drinks.
You know that's not true.
Despite his flaws, your father was an amazing man.
Who died in a Mexican hotel.
John Ross.
Hey.
Give him some time.
What the hell are you doing here? I came to see you.
I'm so sorry about your father.
Since when do you give a damn about what matters to me? If this is about what happened at the racetrack, I told you it had nothing to do with you and me.
Ain't that just it, Pamela? It never has something to do with just you and me.
Not when you reneged on our deal to make your father proud.
Not when you backed Christopher instead of me to follow your father's orders.
John Ross, please.
I care about you.
The only thing you care about is yourself.
It's so awful.
Just how did J.
R.
die? What was he doing in Mexico? Of all the people who wanted J.
R.
dead, who'd have thunk it would be a greedy mugger that finally got him? It's amazing to be in a room full of people and feel absolutely alone.
I think I need you now more than ever, Gary.
And I think I have never wanted a drink more than I do right now.
Yeah.
Sure is a lot of booze flowing here.
Bourbon and branch.
J.
R.
's favorite.
J.
R.
always wanted everyone to get drunk at his funeral.
He thought it would make everyone honest.
I want to be honest with you tonight, Gary.
I came to pay my disrespect and good riddance.
Geez.
Just the man I wanted to see.
You killed my father.
Wish I had killed your father, but somebody beat me to it.
Get out of here, Uncle Cliff.
This is between the Ewings and the Barnes, Christopher, - and you're a Barnes.
- I'm a Ewing first.
Well, I would rethink that, son.
What the hell do you want, Cliff? To let you know that since you lost your junkyard dog, there's nothing keeping me from taking your family down.
Don't ever underestimate me, Barnes.
But I thought, under the circumstances, you'd have the decency to leave this feud of yours at home today.
There was never any decency in this feud.
It started before J.
R.
and it'll go on after him, unless I get what I have always deserved.
Daddy.
That's enough.
Let's go.
- I'll say when it's enough.
- No.
Let's go home.
For me.
Look who's dancing on whose grave now.
Junkyard dog is right.
J.
R.
was a selfish prick who died the way he deserved In the armpit of the world.
I got this, cousin.
I always could see that left hook coming, cousin.
I don't think that idiot knew what hit him.
I don't think so.
That was awesome.
John Ross.
We're gonna find out who killed your father, and when we do, we'll avenge his death as brothers.
Ewings take care of Ewings.
Always.
How's your hand? Not too bad, actually.
Can I freshen your drink? Have you thought about what you're gonna say at the funeral, Bobby? I'm gonna talk about my brother.
Gracias.
Buenas noches.
Carlos.
I take it you have some information.
Well, you've met sergeant Ruiz.
Dr.
Garcia The medical examiner in Nuevo Laredo.
I am sorry to have to tell you this, my friend, but it was just as the police suspected.
J.
R.
was the victim of a robbery/homicide.
He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- That's bullshit.
- John Ross.
Place and time are two things that my father mastered.
- There's got to be another explanation.
- John Ross! He apparently met a lady at a club near the Motel Colón.
Not your professional sort of lady, mind you, but, there are witnesses to their assignation.
She asked him to meet her somewhere near where she worked, which explains the hotel.
We covered the area thoroughly, and we found one witness who stated that he saw someone follow Mr.
Ewing to the hotel.
So, you have a suspect? No.
The description was very general A match for any number of street people in the area.
Same for the gun used to kill your brother, señor.
The fatal wound came from a small-caliber bullet Something called here a "Saturday night special.
" I'm sorry, Bobby, but it's very unlikely that the killer will ever be found.
You high? And you're low.
Talk to me, Bobby.
I know you feel conflicted about J.
R.
All those fights you had over the years, the guilt you've always felt for him being left out of Miss Ellie's will.
I get it, Bobby.
I know this isn't easy.
I just hope you can trust me enough to tell me how you're feeling.
Holding it all inside isn't gonna help.
Really? And this comes from a woman who didn't trust her husband of seven years enough to tell him she had a child who had been kidnapped and was presumed dead? Really, Annie? You want to know how I feel? I'm pissed! I have been very tolerant and very supportive of you these last couple of months 'cause I was trying to understand the incredible pain you must've felt having lost a child.
And all the time inside, I wanted to scream, "why didn't you tell me? How could you not tell me?" But I didn't say a word.
And then everything that came out new at the trial about the woman I thought I knew, I would tell myself, "we can't talk about that now.
"We'll talk about that after the trial.
"We'll talk about that when our life gets back to normal.
"Because then I can tell her how her shutting me out of her life has made me feel.
" Isolated.
Insignificant.
Turns out I don't really know that woman.
My God, Bobby.
I-I am so sorry.
I had no idea you felt this way.
I should've known.
What can I do to make this better? What can I do to make things right? I'll do anything.
When I found out J.
R.
was my half brother, I didn't know whether to celebrate or to shoot myself.
I reckon in part because I knew I could never measure up to J.
R.
I could never make my daddy proud the way J.
R.
did.
Things I thought were so horrible that J.
R.
did Just seem honest now.
He never pretended to be anything other than himself.
Every step backwards or forward I ever took in my life was because of J.
R.
When I was 9 and my father died, he said to me, "honey, how are you gonna make your daddy proud? "You gonna lie around crying "or are you gonna study hard and make something of yourself? "Just remember, no matter what, he'll be watching.
" I'm not a blood Ewing.
But I spent most of my life trying to be worthy of the name.
And as the gatekeeper of that honor, J.
R.
, he He never really let me in the inner circle.
Except once.
When I was 7 years old and my mother walked out on me and my dad J.
R.
sat me down and he said, "I don't know why your mama left, Christopher "Especially when she had such a good, "smart little boy like you.
But you're a Ewing now.
" "So stop crying and behave like one.
" When I was Miss Texas and I met J.
R.
, I didn't know what hit me.
I fell in love.
Madly, passionately, hopelessly in love With the most infuriating, charming scoundrel I think I've ever known.
It was enough to drive a girl to drink.
I spent the night in J.
R.
's room last night.
I needed the courage to read a letter that he had sent before he died.
I was terrified about what the letter might say.
So I told myself that I would have a drink.
Just one.
To help me get through.
So, I had that one drink.
And then I kept on going.
I'm a bit drunk now.
And I wanted to share the letter that J.
R.
wrote to me.
"My dearest Sue Ellen, "old age has a way of humbling men.
"For me to apologize now for all the wrongs I've done you would take up all the time I've got left.
" "So I'm hoping it'll suffice for me to say that "I was never worthy of you "that I loved you the moment I saw you and that I love you today more than I ever did.
" "It is my greatest hope in life "to earn a second chance with you.
So, what do you say?" "When I get back to Dallas" "will you have dinner with me?" Yes.
Yes, J.
R.
The answer is yes.
You were the love of my life.
Throughout my life, it's pretty much been easy for me to, do good because I could always count on J.
R.
to do bad.
A lot of times, those bad things were necessary.
Maybe more often than I care to admit.
I don't want it to be true, but it is.
My brother is dead.
And so now, I have to figure out just what I'm supposed to do In this grand scheme of things.
We bring nothing into this world, and it is certain we carry nothing out.
The Lord gave and the Lord had taken away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Amen.
Hey.
You come to pay your final respects, Bum? Or does J.
R.
still owe you from some snoop job? I brought you a message.
From J.
R.
Y'all want answers, and J.
R.
wanted you to have them.
He really was in Abu Dhabi closing an oil deal, but the reason he chose Abu Dhabi was because for the last several months, he's been trying to find your mother, Christopher.
My my mother? Do you mean Pam? J.
R.
thought once you'd seen this, you'd understand why it's important for you to find your mama.
What about Mexico? What the hell was J.
R.
doing in Mexico? The quail hunting was a cover.
J.
R.
was there on Bobby's behalf.
He was following a lead on Harris Ryland.
Now, he told you a while back he'd help you put Ryland down.
J.
R.
knew what he was investigating was dangerous, and if something happened to him, he wanted you all to have these things.
Random mugging, my ass.
It was Harris that killed my father, wasn't it? What the hell are we doing just sitting around? I'm afraid it's true, John Ross.
It was a petty mugger.
But here.
Maybe this'll help.
This is for you.
There's a note.
"John Ross.
"If you're reading this, it means I'm dead.
"And if I'm dead, that means Barnes is coming after you.
"You must crush him before he can win.
"I promised your Uncle Bobby that taking down Harris Ryland "would be my masterpiece.
"I bet my last nickel Barnes will "join forces with Ryland to destroy us.
"Use what I've given you to take from them "what they want to take from us.
When you've done that, Bobby will know what to do.
" "And remember You're my son, tip to tail.
" He wanted you to have this.
What's it say? Aren't you gonna tell us? Uncle Bobby? Dad.
This is between my brother and me.
For now.
You pay off whoever you have to pay off so that everybody still thinks J.
R.
was killed by a mugger.
And when the time comes, we'll Take care of this ourselves.
As a family.
I knew you'd have at least one more left up your sleeve, J.
R.
It is a good one.
I love you, brother.