Dallas s03e03 Episode Script

Daddy? Daddy.
Daddy? Mr.
Barnes, did any doctor ever tell you that you had a genetic disorder called neurofibromatosis? Your family history is bad.
- Does that mean that Cliff and I have it? - Yes.
Are you suggesting that if I had a child, he could die within six months? To be blunt, yes.
Bobby and I've been trying to have a baby.
How do I tell him I can't? Flight 37 now arriving from Los Angeles.
Well, what about that? Cliff Barnes on the front page of the newspaper again.
Did you say something, J.
R.
? I said, I think your mother's plane is late.
It just landed.
I'm sorry, kid.
Flight 18 for Chicago now boarding at gate seven.
Who would've thought such an insignificant man like Cliff Barnes could cause so much trouble for the powerful and omniscient J.
R.
Ewing? Just temporary, honey.
Of course.
- Shall we go? - Sure.
- Digger.
Hey, Daddy.
- Sue Ellen.
Come on, honey.
Daddy.
Hey, you're looking fine.
I am fine.
What'd you bring me all this way for? I was doing good out there in California.
I got a surprise for you.
Why didn't you pick up a telephone or write a letter? - Because I wanna show you.
- Hey, how is Aunt Maggie? - Where's Pamela? - Well, listen, Maggie's visiting Kansas and Pam, I didn't bother to tell her you were coming.
We'll call her.
What's this big surprise you got for me? - Let's get your bags.
- I got my bag.
Hi.
Hi, Kristin, darling.
- You're just looking wonderful.
- Sue Ellen, you look radiant.
Motherhood really agrees with you.
Kristin, don't you think so too? Oh, Sue Ellen, we were so excited when we heard about the baby.
J.
R.
, you really look like the proud father.
Well, thank you, Patricia.
I got a hired hand waiting for the luggage.
You wanna help him spot them? J.
R.
, you think of everything.
Sue Ellen's so lucky.
I only hope Kristin can find a man just like you.
I'm sure, Mama, you'll see that she does.
Shall we go? You're gonna spoil that baby, Mrs.
Ewing.
I fully intend to.
I think all babies should be spoiled rotten.
What about husbands? What do you think, baby John? Should that include husbands? - Good morning, Mrs.
Reeves.
- Mr.
Ewing.
Baby John, if your Aunt Pamela doesn't get out of here and go to work she's gonna be fired.
And you know how we Ewings depend on her salary to make ends meet.
I don't think the job's that important to me anymore.
Honey would you feel that way, I mean, that strongly if you didn't think that Cliff was the father of this baby? Well, I don't know.
I think so.
I shouldn't be responsible for my brother's behavior.
- No, you shouldn't.
If Sue Ellen acted like she cared for the baby, I could accept what happened.
But she never spends any time with him.
Honey, she's been through a hard time.
And she'll come around.
The fact is that what you know about Cliff and Sue Ellen doesn't make this little boy your responsibility.
I know that.
Anyway, what woman could resist all that charm? You make a pretty picture.
Maybe you should start thinking of having one of your own.
Well, what's so funny? Mama, we're doing a lot more than think about it.
Well, I can't think of better news to start the day.
I think she's gonna be okay.
You just go easy with her for a while.
Thanks a lot, Ray.
I'm gonna ride her later.
Been pretty quiet lately.
Something the matter? No, nothing really.
I just hate it that Kristin is coming back.
That's all.
Well, she seemed like a pretty good kid to me.
Men.
You're all blind when it comes to a pretty woman.
Did you know when she was here the last time she tried to take Bobby away from Pam? Is that a fact? Well, it didn't happen, though, did it? - So why get all hot and bothered? - You know she's a witch, Ray.
She's gonna cause trouble.
You just wait and see.
You're just worried about losing some attention around here.
I mean, when it comes to causing trouble, I think you want exclusive rights.
I thought you were a friend, Ray.
Hey.
I am a friend.
But what do you want me to do about Kristin? First time she wants to ride, find her a bucking bronco.
Oh, here comes Lady Dracula now.
Well, and she's traveling with her kind of people.
Oh, it's beautiful.
Oh, I think the baby will be all right.
Come on, Miss Ellie.
- Patricia.
- Oh, Miss Ellie.
It's so good to see you.
- I'm dying to see my grandson.
- Oh, well, he's a beautiful baby.
Well, well, just pretty as ever, Kristin.
- Thank you, Mr.
Ewing.
- Why don't you call me Uncle Jock? Uncle Jock.
What happened to engineering school? USC, wasn't it? Well, I can't get the classes I want until next term.
We're glad to have you and your mama back in Dallas.
- That right, J.
R.
? - That's right, Dad.
Oh, I just can't believe it.
Look how big he is.
I expected a tiny one.
You know, when I heard he was born premature, I can tell you, I was worried.
He's doing just fine.
Isn't he, Sue Ellen? Yes, just fine.
- May I hold the baby, Sue Ellen? - lf you like.
- Are you all right? - Of course.
Show your grandmother Patricia and your Aunt Kristin what a handsome boy you are.
He's darling.
Let me hold him too.
Little John Ross Ewing III.
Oh, he's adorable.
Sue Ellen, do you want to hold your son? No, you can hold him, Mama.
I'm going upstairs to lie down.
Well, J.
R.
, there's no doubt he's your son.
He looks just like you.
Yeah, well, I guess we better get to work, Dad.
- Ladies.
- Bye, ladies.
Bye-bye.
It's almost time for his bottle.
- Do you wanna see the nursery? - Oh, I'd love to.
Kristin, let's go inside.
- Kristin? - Coming.
What are you stopping for? Because this is where I wanted to show you something.
Oh, you mean like the car, the new car the rich man's car? I'm telling you, Daddy.
Things are starting to happen.
You're just not gonna have to worry about money anymore.
I wouldn't have to worry about money except Jock Ewing stole it from me.
Well, and I'm sure you'll feel turnabout's fair play.
You trying to tell me something? You see that building there? You bring me all the way back to Dallas just to show me Jock Ewing's building? We own a little piece of it.
- Are you crazy? - No, I'm not crazy.
Here.
They're yours.
Ewing Oil royalty checks.
Made out to you, Willard Barnes.
Signed by J.
R.
Ewing.
Every couple of months, Ewing Oil is paying money to Digger Barnes.
That make you happy? How did you do that? I'm telling you, Dad, I'm becoming a power.
The OLM, which I run with no interference says who can and who cannot drill in the whole state of Texas.
Yeah, but how did you get royalties out of Ewing? Because I got Ewing Oil in a box and I'm squeezing hard.
The only new field they drilled was Palo Seco where I arranged for you to have a piece of it.
Not a big piece, but it's a start.
Now, that's really worth coming back to Dallas for.
It's a beginning.
When I'm through with Ewing Oil, they're gonna be wiped out, flat broke.
I never wanted that.
See, but I can do it.
J.
R.
tried to stop me, but he can't.
He tried every trick in the book.
He happens to be out of tricks.
You're getting to sound just like one of them one of the Ewings.
I only want what's coming to me.
I don't wanna see Jock Ewing flat broke.
He's gonna be flat broke.
That's simple justice.
Just the way it is.
Come on back to your place.
Hey, I thought you'd be proud.
It was a long flight.
I'm tired, Clifford.
By the time those dinosaurs at the state house get around to stopping the OLM Ewing Oil will be just another Texas historical monument.
What the hell's the trouble now? OLM has a team of experts poking around our wells up at the Panhandle.
Claim we're dumping too much salt water.
They're gonna try and shut us down there? Bobby, because of your brother-in-law Ewing Oil has become an endangered species.
What did Senator Mulligan say he was gonna do? He's initiating a special investigative committee in the Senate.
Rumor has it Barnes is taking payoffs from special-interest groups.
I got a feeling this is too little and too late.
We gotta do something drastic.
- J.
R.
- No, nothing violent.
Every man has his weakness.
I just have to find the right one for Mr.
Barnes.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey, what do they pay you to be the head of that? Office of Land Management.
They pay me enough.
Yeah, enough for this and a new car, huh? I live frugally.
Have a quiet lifestyle.
You on the take? What? Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
If I was, and I told you about it, then you'd be a party to it.
And you've had enough problems for two lifetimes.
I'd like to lie down for a little while.
Where's the bedroom? It's right in there.
- You want some coffee or soup? - No, no, no.
No, thanks.
Daddy? Daddy.
Daddy? I'm so glad we decided to walk to lunch.
You're in a good mood.
What happened? - They give you a $5 raise at work? - No.
I think it has something to do with our talk with Miss Ellie this morning.
You like the idea of us having a baby? Oh, Bobby, ever since little John came home, l - You know.
- I know.
I've been getting the message loud and clear last couple days.
Nobody's listening.
Come on, honey.
What about The Store? What about your work? Well, I wouldn't have to quit right away.
What about it? Last time you made a pretty big thing out of it about being your own person.
That was then.
Why bring it up now? I wanna be sure.
More important, I want you to be sure.
We're under a lot of pressure now with Cliff and J.
R.
and Daddy.
I want one part of our life to be stable and secure.
- I love you, Bobby Ewing.
- Good.
And I love the idea of having your baby.
And I think you're gonna make a wonderful daddy.
Look, I have not seen a doctor in 30 years.
I'm not gonna start now.
Will you just give me aspirin? You scare the hell out of me by collapsing out there.
- Now, will you see a doctor for me? - I do not need a doctor.
What do they do? Examine you, stick some needles in your arm tell you to take a couple aspirin.
Will you give me the aspirin? It's okay.
I called Pam.
She's on her way down here from The Store.
Maybe she can knock some sense into you.
If she had sense, she wouldn't have married a Ewing.
What's that got to do with anything? You left the door open.
I'm glad you're here.
Talk some sense into this mule we've got for a father.
- I think he's running a temperature.
- Hi, pretty girl.
You do have a fever.
I called Dr.
Hollister.
He said he'd see him if we could get him over there right away.
Hollister? You think you can get him into his clothes, or should I call an ambulance? - I'll manage.
- I can manage.
Would you both get out of here and let me change? Why didn't you tell me he was coming? I'd have met him.
I wanted to talk to him alone.
A few things I had to tell him.
- You didn't.
- Oh, no.
Tell him about the baby, no.
There were other things.
I wanted to.
I wanted to tell him that he was a grandfather.
You know you can't.
I don't know how much longer I can keep it a secret, Pam.
We heard about the accident.
That other car just came out of nowhere.
You know I'm a careful driver.
That place.
It must've been awful.
What place? The sanitarium.
Oh, no.
Actually, it was quite wonderful.
I had the best care, best food.
Sis, why were you drinking so heavily? We all knew.
Mama talked to Miss Ellie.
Don't you think we have talked about me quite long enough? How was California? Well, pleasant.
We were at a lovely apartment hotel.
But the men there were so unsubstantial.
The ones I met were either married, in therapy, gay or all three.
Poor Kristin.
Always on the prowl.
Don't you know the best way to find a man is not to look too hard? Let the right man find you.
For a woman right now, it's not so bad to live alone.
Would you like to live alone? My marriage is very important to me.
I just sometimes think that the single life would be very uncomplicated.
- How? - Enjoy it while you can, Kristin.
Think of it as a time to try new things, make your own mistakes and not have to answer to anyone for them.
Well, I wouldn't hesitate to trade a little freedom and privacy for the position and power a woman gains from being married to a man like J.
R.
Ewing.
You are very young, Kristin but Mama has trained you well.
I'm very tired right now.
Miss Ellie's invited us to stay for dinner.
Will you be coming down? Why, Kristin? Were you thinking of occupying my chair? Somebody will if you don't pull yourself together.
Sure taking a long enough time in there.
Well, he's probably being very thorough.
Imagine what the bill's gonna be.
If that's what you're worried about, I'll pay for it.
- No.
No, no.
- Well, I know how you are about money.
I just don't throw it around.
Mr.
Barnes, the doctor will see you now.
Come in.
- Hello, Cliff.
- Hi, Paul.
- Meet my sister, Pamela Ewing.
- How do you do? - How do you do, doctor? - Please sit down.
How's my father? Oh, he's dressing.
He'll be in in a moment.
Anything serious? Well, nothing that bed rest and staying off the bottle wouldn't help.
I haven't had a drink in months.
Just came off a job.
- When I work, I don't drink.
- Oh, Daddy.
- Sit down.
- No, thank you, doc.
- Let's get out of here.
- Sit down, Dad.
Sit down.
Is the drinking a problem? Mrs.
Ewing, your father suffers from a virus, an over-abused liver One more drinking bout, Mr.
Barnes, may be your last.
- and overwork.
Whatever he was doing in those oil fields in California it was too much.
- I was making a living.
I was doing what I know how to do.
So we keep him quiet.
Yes, but I'm afraid that's not all there is to it.
I wanted to talk to all three of you because this concerns all of you.
- How so? The thing that threw me, Cliff, was I never picked it up in you.
Mr.
Barnes, did any doctor ever tell you that you had a genetic disorder called neurofibromatosis? I saw a doctor once who set a broken leg but I don't remember him mentioning anything about the neurofibro Whatever.
Neurofibromatosis.
Is that what's making him sick? No, no, but when I examined your father, I found six or seven café-au-lait spots.
Discoloration of the pigment of the skin.
I did a hearing test.
Your daddy tells me his hearing has gotten worse.
X-rays and a neurological examination confirmed my diagnosis.
Well, what does all this mean? Neurofibromatosis is an inherited genetic disease.
Does that mean that Cliff and I have it? Yes.
Although you may display none of the symptoms, you are all carriers.
If we don't have any of the symptoms, and we aren't sick from it what's the problem? Mr.
Barnes, did you have any other children? I had an older brother, Tyler.
He died when he was six months old.
And there was a girl between Pam and myself.
She died right before she was a year old.
And we never found out why.
Yes.
I was afraid of that.
Cliff, Mrs.
Ewing, you two were lucky.
You survived.
Your father survived.
The three of you were spared.
But this disease is passed from parent to child on down through the generations.
- Mrs.
Ewing, do you have any children? - No.
You haven't become a father since I saw you last? - Why? - Well, because if you had I would suggest an immediate examination to see if the child had any detectable tumors.
Your family history is bad.
Are you suggesting if I had a child, he could die within six months like my brother and sister? To be blunt, yes.
Oh, I just can't get over this baby.
My first grandchild.
Happy, healthy, so beautiful.
We were lucky, Patricia.
The way he came into this world, we weren't sure he was gonna live.
I shouldn't say this, but I prayed for a boy.
I really prayed.
I would've loved a little girl just as much but a boy, just like J.
R.
I must've paced back and forth in front of that phone for an hour before I could call you and tell you about Sue Ellen.
You took it remarkably well.
Well, you were so kind and reassuring.
I didn't worry about it at all.
Somehow I knew that if the Ewing family were in charge nothing bad could happen to Sue Ellen.
Sue Ellen's had a very rough time.
I think it's gonna be quite a while before she gets her old spark back.
Oh, she must be suffering from that Oh, what do they call it? Postpartum depression.
It's not uncommon.
I know my girls.
They always snap right back after any illness.
I'm sure.
Meanwhile, little John will grow up on this beautiful ranch his Uncle Bobby will teach him to ride and someday, I expect, he'll have a great big office right next to his daddy's.
What a wonderful future.
Coffee? Nope.
I want a drink.
You want one? No, I don't think so.
I've got to get to Sue Ellen.
I've got to tell her about little John.
No, you don't.
I don't? He's got to be checked.
Something has to be done, anything.
I don't want him to die.
- Then let me handle it.
- No, I'll handle it.
Sue Ellen should be told.
She has a right to know.
Cliff Sue Ellen's already so guilty about the baby this could put her over the edge.
Don't you understand she's not well emotionally? If she finds out the baby could die, there's no telling what would happen.
You can't risk that.
What am I supposed to do, just sit here? I can't do that.
Then trust me.
I said, I'll handle it.
I'll take the baby to a pediatrician tomorrow.
If he doesn't find anything in a routine check, I'll take him to Fort Worth.
I'm trying to help you and Sue Ellen and, most of all, that poor baby.
Okay, but do it and then you let me know.
You let me know what's happening with my son.
Of course I will.
I thought you were sleeping.
Oh, I'm just restless.
You worried about Digger? You said he was gonna be fine.
He will be.
I'll be to bed in a minute.
Okay.
You're staring, J.
R.
You enjoying the view? Is that a new bathing suit Pam's got on? I think it is.
Why? Oh, I was just wondering how Sue Ellen would look in a little thing like that.
Yeah, I guess we better grab some breakfast, huh? I didn't think you could hold down any solid food this morning.
All right.
- Good morning.
- Morning, Bobby.
Morning.
Just coffee, Teresa.
You got books, Lucy? I thought you'd try and get through college without them.
- Oh, Bobby.
- Let's see what you're reading.
It wouldn't interest you.
It's just history.
Come on, let me see.
Now, what class is this for, this Love's Last Heartbeat? I'm reading it during lunch.
Sure you are.
You all are up bright and early.
What's all this about? He's driving me to a D.
O.
A.
meeting.
I haven't been to one since the baby.
Did you get Patricia and Kristin set in town all right today? I got them in at the Royalist till I can find a house.
- The Royalist is lovely.
- I thought it'd make Sue Ellen happy knowing her people were in nice surroundings.
I'll see you at the office.
I want to meet that lawyer.
- What's his name? - Alan.
Alan Beam.
Yeah, has he come up with anything we can use against Barnes yet? - Working on it, Dad.
- I'm going to school.
- Grandma, you want me to pick you up? - Yes, thank you, Lucy.
Bobby, will you tell Pam the baby's appointment's at 10? - What appointment's that, Mama? - He's going to the pediatrician.
- Sue Ellen was busy, so Pam volunteered.
- Yeah, sure.
- See you.
- Thanks.
Bye.
Well, I guess I better get going too.
- Sue Ellen.
- Don't tell me, J.
R.
You couldn't leave for the office without one last adoring look at your wife.
Darling, I don't understand the need for sarcasm.
I've tried to be a loving husband ever since you came home from the hospital.
Well, maybe you're trying too hard, darling.
I feel like I'm married to a perfect stranger.
What's happened? Isn't this what you wanted? Isn't it what you asked for, huh? It is a change.
I know I've given you a hard time in the past and this is gonna take time to get used to.
Can't you take interest in the child? Now, I understand Pamela's gonna be taking him to the hospital today.
From a shop girl to a wet nurse.
That's a step up.
Don't you care anything for the child? The child is my punishment, J.
R.
He reminds me that I was used by two cruel men and I let emotions get in the way of good sense.
I've accepted the child.
Now, surely J.
R.
, you have always been too generous with your affections.
It is your one big fault.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to meet my mama and my sister.
- Cliff? - Pam, I'm glad you called.
Where are you? How's the baby? I thought you'd wanna know the pediatrician didn't find anything wrong with John.
Did you tell him about the disease? Well, of course I didn't.
I'm on my way to Fort Worth.
I made an appointment with a good doctor there.
I don't like it.
I think Sue Ellen should know.
She was so busy getting ready for lunch at the Gardens this morning she never looked at the baby once.
Give me the name of the doctor.
I'll meet you.
It's better if you stay out of this.
Pam, where do you get off telling me what to do? The responsibility is mine and Sue Ellen's.
I'll call you after I see the doctor.
Agnes, would you get me a reservation at the Gardens Restaurant for lunch? Thank you.
All right, Mrs.
Barnes, what seems to be the problem with your baby? Well, nothing, I hope.
I've just learned that my family has a history of neurofibromatosis.
You didn't know that before you became pregnant? No.
Will you test my baby? Oh, yeah.
One more, please.
Isn't this a lovely place, Kristin? Sue Ellen? - Mr.
Barnes.
- It's been quite a while.
I guess it has.
- Mr.
Barnes, my mother, Mrs.
Shepard.
- How do you do? And my sister, Kristin.
- I'm happy to meet you.
- Are you Pamela's brother? Yes, I am.
Then you're the head of the Office of Land Management? Yes.
Well, you're a very important man, Mr.
Barnes especially to the Ewing family.
- So I've been told.
- Would you all care to join me? - No.
No, we wouldn't want to impose.
It's no imposition.
I'm alone.
I'd enjoy having you.
Thank you, Mr.
Barnes, but I haven't seen my family in quite a while and we have a lot of things to discuss.
Mama.
- Alan.
- Mr.
Ewing.
I asked to meet you in an out-of-the-way place, but this is ridiculous.
I like the symbolism.
This is all you'll be able to afford if you don't stop Barnes.
Well, here.
Have some coffee.
Tastes like that oil you used to pump.
I want a lawyer, not a comedian.
From your call, I gathered you wanted more than a lawyer.
Maybe a hatchet man.
Well, I admire your choice of words if not your choice of restaurants.
Come on, talk to me.
I assume you want me to leave Smithfield Bennett.
No, no.
Established law firm like that makes for a good cover.
There are certain matters I want you to report to me directly.
Matters concerning one Cliff Barnes.
Yeah, you might have to go undercover, do a little discreet snooping.
Well, I'm known as a devout ecologist.
Comes in handy these days.
That'll allow me into Barnes' circle when it seems judicious.
Barnes doesn't give a damn about ecology.
He hates Ewings.
That's his motive.
Come on, Mr.
Ewing, you don't believe that.
You gonna tell me what I believe? I wouldn't presume.
Come on, talk straight.
I talk straight, you wouldn't have any need for me.
I was born devious, J.
R.
, just like you.
I researched the Ewings just to be prepared for a meeting like this.
You had to fight for your place.
I had to fight my way out of the back of the yards of Chicago.
You don't do all that fighting with your hands.
You do it with your head and your mouth.
You can't beat up the other guy, you verbally twist him like a pretzel and wash him down with a schooner of beer.
Think you're gonna wash down Cliff Barnes? Yes, because his motive isn't vengeance.
It's power.
And men who want power are blind to everything but that.
Present company excluded, of course.
I think we're gonna make a pretty good team.
My privilege to work for you, Mr.
Ewing.
To say nothing of the tax-free cash bonuses.
Care to celebrate with a triple-decker, extra-juicy beef-burger special? Come on, boy.
I'll buy you lunch, teach you how to eat.
I want you to meet my daddy too.
And far as he's concerned you're Smithfield and Bennett's boy, understand? - Till I hear otherwise.
- All right.
Well, your son seems to be fine at the moment.
We did a rather extensive set of neurological tests and I find no evidence of tumors.
As you can see, there are no telltale signs or the café-au-lait spots on his body.
Then he doesn't have neurofibromatosis.
No, Mrs.
Barnes, he has it.
We're talking about a genetic disease that's passed on from parent to child.
lf, as you tell me, it was diagnosed in your father then you have it, and so does your baby.
In fact, I would suggest that you make an appointment for a physical because with your family history, it is important you have regular checkups.
What about my baby? Mrs.
Barnes, I wish that I could say something more comforting.
With adults and this kind of thing, the chances of it being fatal are rare.
But unfortunately, with infants, tumors can show up anytime.
And quite often, they do turn into neuroblastomas.
- What's that? - A malignancy, Mrs.
Barnes.
Cancer.
The rate of survival in infants is not good, and I'm sorry.
So frequent checkups are the best thing that you can do for your baby.
Thank you, doctor.
Mrs.
Barnes I really am terribly sorry.
I just thought that you should know everything.
In case you and your husband are thinking of having another baby.
I don't understand why you had to take the baby back to Southfork so quickly.
You knew I wanted to see him.
The way you sounded on the phone, I didn't know what you might do.
Wait a minute.
You're not my guardian.
That's right.
I'm not your guardian.
Right now, all you know is your own pain.
It would be the best of all possible worlds if you could have your son with you but you can't.
Not now.
I'm worried about Sue Ellen.
I'm worried about Jock and Miss Ellie.
Do you know what this can do to them? Just how long do you think you can keep it a secret? As long as I have to.
From Bobby too? Pam, answer me.
Are you gonna tell Bobby? Bobby and I've been trying to have a baby.
How do I tell him I can't? Hey, Daddy.
What are you doing standing here in the dark? I didn't even realize it was dark.
Well, come on, get something to eat here.
I brought some Chinese food.
I don't want any food.
You gotta eat.
You gotta gain your strength.
I got some soup.
I don't want any! Come on.
Come on, you got to get something to eat.
Hey, Cliff.
I'm sorry.
You're sorry? I don't know what you're sorry about.
Well, about that That long-sounding name, that disease I gave you.
Wait a minute.
Come on, don't be silly.
How could you know? How could you know about that? What's the alternative? You wish I hadn't been born? Oh, come on.
I love you.
Let's eat something.
You know, Cliff you're gonna have to make a very hard decision one of these days.
Whether or not to risk having any children.
Thank God we found out about that disease before you decided to have any.
Mother sends her regrets, but she has a date tonight.
An unexpected friend showed up and insisted she go out to dinner with him.
Well, I'm sorry about that.
Miss Ellie a drink.
- Anyone we know, Kristin? - I don't think so.
Lannie Marcourt.
He manufactures farm equipment.
You bet he does.
Largest in the state.
Largest, huh? Maybe that's somebody we ought to talk to, J.
R.
- Find out if he's got any clout in Austin.
- Yeah, yeah.
Why don't you ask your mother to bring him home for dinner some night? Sue Ellen.
Sue Ellen.
Good evening.
Sue Ellen, Pam told me that the doctor says the baby's doing just fine.
He's gained four ounces.
Yeah, he's getting to be a regular little fatty.
Yeah, just like his daddy.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, what do you think of Alan Beam, Dad? I think he's a smart boy.
If he'll help you stop Cliff Barnes, I'm all for it.
Oh, we saw Cliff Barnes today.
- Oh, where? - At the Gardens Restaurant.
He invited us to lunch.
He seemed like a very nice man.
What's Barnes doing eating at the Garden Restaurant? That's a female hangout with watercress sandwiches.
Did you eat lunch with him? Of course not, J.
R.
Why would I eat lunch with Cliff Barnes? If we're gonna get to the theater on time, we better get the family together.
You didn't have to come home.
You could've stayed at the theater.
No problem.
Are you still feeling dizzy? I'm feeling better.
There just wasn't any air there.
- Well, I'll help get you to bed.
- No, that's all right.
I'll take care of her.
Thank you, though.
Thank you.
All right, Sue Ellen.
Now, I've had enough of your complaints.
What is it you want? I want to go to bed.
Preferably alone.
No.
You're after something, and I simply want you to tell me what it is.
Of course the first thing that would enter your mind is that I'm after something.
I am after nothing.
The time you spend up here in this bed That little scene in the theater, that was nice.
"I'm having one of my dizzy spells.
" You are not sick.
It's an act.
You know that.
Why, J.
R.
, I didn't know you practiced medicine.
Is that another one of your secrets? Speaking of secrets, I suppose that was an accident, meeting with Cliff.
It most certainly was an accident on my part.
Are you interested in me again because another man wants me? It's the chase that's important to you, isn't it, J.
R.
? It always has been.
You are still carrying a torch for that moth-eaten opportun You're acting like a lovesick schoolgirl, you know that? Why, J.
R.
Ewing if I didn't know you better, I'd think you were jealous.
Well, let me tell you something, my loving and considerate and totally selfless husband that I am not carrying a torch for Cliff Barnes and I don't know why you would think I would be.
There's history to indicate you might be.
And as long as we're talking about my emotions and my feelings you can stop that Mr.
Nice Guy act of yours that was no doubt inspired by your well-meaning and ever-loving parents.
Because, J.
R.
, my darling I no longer give a damn about you either.
J.
R.
Is Sue Ellen all right? Oh, yeah.
She's fine, just fine.
Need a little company? I was just gonna take a drive.
It's kind of early to go to bed.
A drive sounds great to me.
You sure you wouldn't rather go to bed? It's a little early for me.
Well, come on.
Did you like the play, Lucy? It was all right.
I would've preferred an Elton John concert instead.
I didn't like the plot of that play anyway.
The idea of a first wife haunting a man because he's getting married again.
Well, I love it.
Now, you just hold on there, Miss Ellie.
I expect you to be around a long time.
Let's have a nightcap, huh? You sure you told me everything about Digger? Yeah.
Why? Well, we were at a comedy tonight, and you barely cracked a smile.
I guess my mind was elsewhere.
You want to tell me about it? Put your arms around me, Bobby.
Sweetheart, you're shaking.
Now, what's the matter? I've been trying to find an easy way to tell you.
Tell me what? I can't go through with having a baby.
Why? Why? The idea made you happy yesterday.
What's happened since? - Don't get angry.
- I have a right to be angry, Pam.
I hope it's not this idea about you losing your identity again.
Having a baby doesn't make you less of a person.
No more so than putting "for sale" signs on dresses down at The Store.
Is that how we make a decision? You make up my mind? I'm trying to understand you, and you're not explaining anything.
I can't explain if you won't be reasonable.