Dallas s13e02 Episode Script

Hello.
- Hi.
- Good afternoon.
J.
R: Any calls? - Yes, sir.
And, uh, Mr.
Shaughnessy called twice.
He seemed anxious Would you come in the office for a moment, please? Yes, sir.
Shut the door, honey.
- Things go badly in the Gulf? - I don't want to talk about the Gulf.
- I want to talk about Shaughnessy.
- Yes, sir.
Does anybody else know he's been calling me? You mean Bobby? Uh-huh.
No, sir, he doesn't know.
And that's just as well.
Fact is, I've been in some pretty tricky negotiations with Shaughnessy and I don't want Bobby to know till the deal is done.
I understand.
Get Shaughnessy on the phone for me, will you? - Mm-hm.
- Uh, in here, darling.
- Oh.
- Then you can go.
You know, Sly, you've been a big help to me.
I never forget those things.
Yes, Mr.
Shaughnessy, please.
J.
R.
Ewing calling.
- She's getting him for you.
- Okay.
You can go.
Hey, there.
How you doing? J.
R.
Here.
So you finally got around to calling me back.
Well, I do business with other people, you know.
What business? So far all we've done is sign a contract.
Haven't seen any Ewing crude I'm supposed to be getting.
Well, I'm making those arrangements right now.
You got three days to finish them and get me the crude.
After that, you're in breach of contract.
J.
R: You now, Shaughnessy, I don't like your tone.
When J.
R.
Ewing makes a deal, it's a deal.
And if you don't like that, you could back out right now.
Oh, I like it just fine, as long as I get my crude.
If I don't, well, I guess the courts will have to get it for me.
BOBBY: It's a nice little operation you got here, Pete.
PETE: Yes, sir.
We've always prided ourselves on the way this refinery is run.
That's why we were so surprised when Westar cut us off.
Ha.
Well, Westar is not famous for its loyalty.
But Ewing Oil on the other hand is.
And I think you and I can cut a deal where we'll supply you with all your crude from here on in.
What about your own refinery? You gonna cut back there? Won't have to.
We've got enough in our storage tanks.
Just waiting for the price to be right.
And I think it's right, right now.
You aiming to try and fill Westar's place all over Texas? Ha, ha.
Well, I'd like to.
But we can't do it all at once, we have to take it one step at a time.
Your factory here is just the right first step.
Small enough, we can supply without putting a strain on ourselves.
Well, I got about a ten day or two-week supply of crude left.
So you can start shipping almost anytime.
Let's go back to your office, make it official.
We'll have the lawyers draw up some papers.
But for right now, your hand on it is good enough to me.
You'll never regret it, Pete.
- Ah.
Can we see him yet? - He's gone.
- Lf you could believe it, he made bail.
- How did he do that? He didn't have any money.
- That's true.
Somebody put it up for him.
- Who? Well, your guess is probably better than mine.
The police weren't anxious to tell me anything.
But I did find out it was posted by a bail bondsman.
- Which one? - Well, we're gonna have to find that out.
There are only about a dozen of them.
We'll just have to start with the A's and go from there.
Instead of standing and talking about it, let's get the job done.
No, lady, I don't take IOUs.
You have to put up something guaranteeing the bail then I put up 10 per cent, he's out.
That's real nice, lady, but it's not exactly what I'd call real collateral.
What can I do for you gentlemen? - We want to talk about bail.
- Yeah, well, here, fill out this form.
It's about bail that's already been posted.
- You guys cops? - No.
Well, in that case it's confidential.
Mr.
Harrison Van Buren, he was released this morning.
Never heard of him.
How much money you make on a good day? Couple hundred bucks? What, you writing a book? No.
I'm about to offer you one of the best days you've had in a long time.
Uh Five pictures of Mr.
Franklin.
Name was, uh Van Buren? - That's right.
Wanna know who posted his bail.
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Let's see here.
Oh, yeah, this morning.
Lady's name was Afton Cooper.
CLIFF: Who? Afton Cooper.
- She was here in person? - Oh, yeah.
Heh.
Great little body on that one.
Ha-ha-ha.
- She leave an address? - No, just gave me the money and left.
Said if there was anything left over to give it to Van Buren.
Then you know where he is? You know I always was partial to old man Franklin.
And I have a strong feeling that you might want to add to my collection.
Excuse me, could you please ring Michelle Steven's room? Tell her her sister is here.
Miss Stevens said she'd be waiting for you in the lounge.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
[ALL CHUCKLING.]
- Throw your drink in my face.
Yeah.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Shelley.
Well, hello.
Hi, April.
Fellas, this is my older sister, April.
A pleasure, ma'am.
I'm Tom and this is Howie.
HOWIE: Afternoon.
Not Joe Bob and Bob Joe? I'm surprised.
Now, you be nice, April.
We were, uh, just getting ready for lunch.
Would you like to make a fourth? Thank you.
But my sister and I have some catching up to do.
Come along, Shelley.
- Call me next home game.
- Oh, you know we will.
TOM: And you can bring your sister.
[HOWIE LAUGHING.]
- Mind if we sit here? - Yes, that would be fine.
Would you ladies care for anything before lunch? No, thank you.
- Enjoy.
- Thanks.
Now, don't start on me.
I was just sitting there waiting for you and they sat down next to me.
- I didn't want to be rude.
- I could see that.
Well, you have come a long way, haven't you? Meaning? You managed to sound so disapproving.
You didn't exactly run the other way when guys hit on you.
- That was a long time ago.
- Not that long.
Weren't you out on the prowl looking for somebody to make your life a little better? Or have you forgotten your ex? Don't try and tell me you were in love with Jack Ewing.
I gave up trying to tell you anything when I graduated from high school.
Oh, but you sure left me a nice legacy.
"Oh, you're April's sister.
She was the most wonderful, prettiest girl in the world.
" Doesn't look like anybody hit you with an ugly stick.
And as I remember, you were the belle of the school.
I worked at it.
I thought maybe I'd leave a bigger mark than you did.
- And that was important to you? - And not to you.
All right, it was.
But not anymore.
I've changed a great deal.
Sure you have you're rich.
The money doesn't have anything to do with it.
I bet that's easy to say when you have it.
I'm not saying that it's not important, it's just If I had a choice, I wouldn't do a lot of the things that I did to get it again.
Well, doesn't that sound interesting.
Care to pass along some helpful hints? You're a quick study, I don't think you need my help.
Would I get it if I did? Do you really blame me for trying to follow in your footsteps one more time? You don't begrudge me my own meal ticket.
I do if all you want is a meal ticket.
And what brought you to Dallas? Your feelings for Jack? Or a chance to get your hands on some of the Ewing money? [SIGHS.]
You know something? You're good for me.
You let me see everything that I used to be and I don't like that me much anymore.
- At least you used to be fun.
You know, you are the only person in the world that I am this spiteful with.
And I don't even mean to be.
I guess I never told you how proud I was to be your sister.
I mean, I kind of liked it and hated it at the same time.
The truth is, I missed you.
I missed our fights and getting under your skin.
And people looking at us and thinking what a pair we were.
That we were, when we were talking to each other.
I won't get in your way, April.
I'm tired of being alone.
I just wanna hang around for a while.
And I promise I won't put the move on Bobby Ewing.
[LAUGHS.]
No matter how rich and good-looking he is.
I've had to overcome bigger obstacles with Bobby than you.
Besides, it's kind of nice to have somebody to fight with again.
So you can stay in Dallas, and we'll see how it goes.
It'll go fine.
Honest.
I don't wanna be you anymore.
I just wanna find a place for me.
We'll make a hell of a deal for your company, believe me.
Well, it's a seller's market, and I'm willing to pay the price.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Eh, hang on a second.
Yeah? J.
R.
, Bobby's back, he'd like to see you.
- All right.
Tell him I'll be right in.
- Okay.
Say, why don't we meet tomorrow and talk about this? Where? All right, what time? See you there.
Bobby.
Eh, don't look so gloomy.
I've got some good news.
I wish I did.
Damned oil business.
Full of ingrates.
Anyone specific? Yeah.
Manny Ramirez.
He has a nice little company.
Got the offshore rigs, pumping lots of crude.
Had a little deal set up with him.
Gonna buy his company.
What did he do? Turned around sold it to McKay, right from underneath me.
That's too bad.
But it's not that important.
What do you mean, not important? With what he puts out and the tank farm we could have made that deal with Shaughnessy.
Don't you realize the profit potential on that? J.
R.
, I told you it was too big for us all along.
Now, I have made a deal to take care of all our excess crude.
So Shaughnessy is out of the question.
There's really no way we can get enough crude to make it work with him.
Unless, of course, you hit another spindle top.
No, it's good that we passed on Shaughnessy when we did.
Mama, Clayton, can I make you a drink? - No, thank you, Bobby.
- I don't need one, Bobby.
I, uh I have something that I want to tell all of you.
Clayton and I are leaving for New England tomorrow.
We're gonna look up Mallory.
- Who? ELLIE: The son of the man that sent Jock the birthday card.
- Oh, Mama, I don't believe this.
- I want to find out more about it.
Well, I think you're making a mistake.
It sounds like a scam to me.
What a terrible thing to say.
A birthday card is delivered seven years late from somebody you've never heard of with a mysterious key in it? What do you call that? Come on, it does sound strange, doesn't it? It may be strange, but that doesn't mean it's not real.
Why don't you let it be? Why dig up the past again? I think your Mama has got her mind made up.
I have indeed.
And that Mr.
Mallory sounded like a very nice young man.
Anyway, what could he possibly gain by cooking up some sort of scheme? Well, we'll find out, won't we? - They sure finished the frame fast.
- You get what you pay for.
Hi, I'm Lucy Ewing.
I have a painting being framed.
Oh, yes.
Why don't you take a look around, I'll get the painting.
I hope we did it justice.
I'm sorry I wasn't here when you brought it in.
I might have suggested something different.
No, I think it's just perfect.
- You like it, Cally? - It's beautiful.
SALESMAN: Might I ask where you purchased it? I didn't.
It was a gift from my friend here.
She painted it.
SALESMAN: Well, that's quite a gift.
I'm sorry, I'm not more familiar with your work.
Do you exhibit locally? What? Is there some gallery that shows your paintings? Oh, heck no.
I just paint because it relaxes me.
SALESMAN: Well, you're wasting a beautiful talent.
I have people that bring in very expensive pieces that can't compare to yours.
- No kidding.
She's that good, huh? - She is indeed.
I have a friend that owns a most prestigious gallery.
Why don't you show him some of your work? Oh, I couldn't do that.
I'm not near good enough.
Oh, but you are.
Trust me.
I'll get his card.
Oh, my gosh.
Ha! Now, here's his address.
At least stop by and talk to him.
- All right.
We'll do it.
- No, Lucy.
Oh, come on, this could turn out to be exciting.
And to think I discovered you.
Call your friend, tell him to be expecting us.
- Do you have any more? - A couple.
Art world, here we come.
Bye.
J.
R: I still don't understand why we couldn't have had this meeting at your office.
I told you on the telephone I was having my office redone.
Besides, I wanted you to see my new boat.
It's wonderful downstairs.
Hmm, that's called below decks, darling.
And I wanted to talk to you about me buying your company.
Ah.
I need some sun block.
Can you rub while you talk? Well, I'll give it a try.
You know, you're about the only member of the cartel left.
Jordan Lee and what's his name, uh, Andy, they're retired now.
Which is something you ought to give a little thought to while you're still young enough to enjoy life.
I think my life is just perfect.
Speaking of which how's that new little wife of yours? She's just fine, Marilee.
Uh-huh.
I imagine she is.
You know, I've always found that the young ones have a drive and a stamina that sort of diminishes as one gets older.
Isn't that true? I think you're kind of getting off the subject, darling.
Let's get back to Ewing Oil buying you out, huh? Isn't it interesting how suddenly everybody seems to want my action? Why, not three days ago, Carter McKay offered to buy me out at a price you couldn't match.
You didn't take him up on it, did you? You know how much I enjoy mixing business with pleasure.
He's such a turn-off.
Not anything like you, J.
R.
Does that mean you're thinking of taking me up on my offer? Well, oddly enough, I was thinking about getting out.
And if I do, I'd just as soon sell it to Ewing as anyone.
You always did know how to close a deal.
We do go back a long time.
We had a lot of fun.
And if you're going to sell, you may as well sell to a friend.
That's just what I think.
And I made myself a little promise.
If I do decide to leave the oil business l'm going out with a bang.
Are you sure you don't mind my tagging along? It's fine, Shelley.
Ugh, I feel like some little waif you have to take care of.
- It's only lunch, would you relax? - Well, hello, April, Bobby.
I don't blame you for being a little jumpy, but you don't have to be afraid of me.
Just stay away from me.
- Come on, April, I'm trying to be friends.
BOBBY: She's got all the friends she needs.
Okay.
Okay.
You could at least listen to him.
He's not the same boy he was.
We have your word on that, do we? McKAY: That's right.
BOBBY: Your word just isn't good enough.
Look, I don't blame you for not believing me.
I've lied so much in my life that half the times, I didn't know what was true and what wasn't.
Believe me, you won't have any more problems with me.
I'll guarantee that.
Your warnings don't mean much to me.
They don't, huh? No, over in Austria, you and J.
R.
Said you were gonna have my butt.
And first crack out of the box, I beat you to the Ramirez deal.
Well, you enjoy it while you can, McKay.
I'll still get you.
Uh-huh.
Well, never a dull moment.
Are you gonna tell me what that was all about? No, I am not.
At least not now.
They say he should be back in about a minute.
Oh, there he is now.
Well, Mr.
Barnes.
You do get around.
Don't we all? I suppose you're put out at that little prank I played on you? Only that I was dumb enough to carry that much cash on me.
If it's the money you're looking for, I'm afraid it's all gone.
See, the goddess of luck just doesn't seem to smile on me any longer.
I'm looking for the same thing I was before: Afton.
How single-minded you are.
I do wish I could help you, but I'm afraid I really don't know where she is.
No, of course you do.
She bailed you out.
We know she's here, and you're gonna take us to her.
You know, after that fuss over little Pammy I don't think she wants to see you.
You don't care one way or another what she wants.
Unfortunately, that's true.
What's in it for me if I do take you to her? I won't press charges for you bilking me out of the money.
VAN BUREN: You are a hard man.
But maybe we can reach an accommodation.
I seem to recall that you were curious as to little Pammy's father.
What if I could prove once and for all just who the real father is? That should be worth, uh 10,000? - Not another penny.
All right, suppose we let your friend here hold the money.
You're not satisfied, won't cost you a thing.
Okay, you got a deal.
- When? VAN BUREN: I'll make the arrangements.
You know, it's not gonna be easy persuading Afton to see you.
Call me in the morning.
- You don't trust him? - I don't have a choice.
You know, the further we get from Texas the more I think that J.
R.
Was right.
What, that this is some kind of confidence scheme? Yes.
I got a funny feeling about this whole thing.
About this Mallory Junior.
Well, I hope you're wrong.
I'd hate to think we came all this way for nothing.
CLAYTON: Well, we'll soon find out.
[DOORBELL RINGS.]
Yes? We're the Farlows.
Tom Mallory is expecting us.
Oh, well, uh, come in, please.
MALLORY: Yes? - It's the Farlows.
MALLORY: Oh, good, good.
I'll be right there.
How nice to meet you.
I'm Father Mallory.
Won't you come in? As I told you, now, don't get your hopes up too high.
My father used to regale me with tales of himself and the late Mr.
Ewing when they were in the Air Corps together.
Um I believe he was known as "Whoopee Cushion Mallory" in those days.
It's been quite some time since that box was opened.
But the last time Mr.
Mallory put it away, he was laughing like hell.
Ha-ha-ha.
Oh.
- Begging your pardon, Father.
- I understand.
Well, ahem, if you'll excuse me, please.
Please.
Mm.
Mouton '45.
That's quite a bottle.
"Jock-o.
I saved it for you like I promised.
Forty years after we mustered out.
I hope it's still good.
" [CHUCKLES.]
Here's Jock with his fighters group in England.
There's my father, there.
The one with the big smile on his face.
[ALL LAUGH.]
- Your father's discharge papers.
- Ah.
And some medals.
That's about all.
More keys? You know, there's a strongbox with no key that I found among my father's things.
This, uh, little one looks like it might fit.
Well, what about the other one? Mm.
I have no idea.
But I'm afraid, uh, we may have one dead man playing a practical joke on another one.
Oh, my.
Oh, is this hot or what? I don't know what it is.
They really sell this stuff? Oh, I think it's great.
Boy, if I moved out of Southfork, this is just what my place would look like.
Hello, hello.
Welcome to my little gallery.
Wonderful, isn't it? Hi.
I think it's the best.
I am Lucy Ewing, and this is Call Oh, my dear, I know who you must be.
Who else would come into my gallery with her canvasses? You must be our new raw artist.
Eddy simply raved about your work.
So? So? Let's have a look.
- Are you sure? - Of course, of course.
I'm absolutely bursting with anticipation.
Oh, my dear.
Simply charming.
Charming.
How primitive and bold.
Wonderful use of color.
See? He loves it.
Oh, I do.
Of course, it's not right for my gallery.
As you can see, I show only works on the cutting edge of nouveau.
Well, whatever you call it, it sure doesn't look like mine.
I never thought I could sell them anyway.
I hope I didn't take up too much of your time.
Oh, no, no, no.
I didn't mean to discourage you.
Far from it.
I'm having a little show here tomorrow.
I'm expecting a broad spectrum of collectors as well as other gallery owners.
Why don't you leave these here and come back tomorrow? - What time? MILLER: Two-ish.
We'll be here.
- Are you sure? - I insist.
Well, okay.
I guess.
- Come on, Lucy.
We'll see you tomorrow.
- Bye-bye.
[INTERCOM BUZZES.]
Yes, Phyllis? PHYLLIS: Ms.
Stevens is here to see you.
Send her in.
Come on in.
I'll be done right now.
Hi.
I bet you thought it was April.
That would have been my first guess.
Disappointed? No, surprised.
Sit down.
Thanks.
I wasn't gonna stay long.
Why are you here? It's a sudden fascination I have with the oil business.
- Is that a fact? - It is.
And since my sister's new What do I call you? Boyfriend, lover, acquaintance? You can call me Bobby.
- Her new Bobby is a very important man in the oil business I thought I'd come down and see what it's like.
Just like that? I'm sure that your new interest in the oil business is very sincere.
Very.
I'm a very sincere person.
- And a curious one as well.
- Obviously.
Like about you and April, for instance.
- Ask April.
- Oh, I will.
But I'm curious to know about how you feel.
Well, I, uh I don't think that's any of your business.
Of course it is.
Why? Because I wanna know if you're a one-woman man.
And if that woman is April.
Well, you're nothing if not direct.
I figure if you want to know something, you have to ask.
Now, doesn't that deserve an answer? It deserves two.
And both of them are yes.
Now, why do you want to know? Because if what you're telling me is the truth there's no sense in my wasting my time chasing you.
See you around, Bobby.
Sly, would you type these up for me, please? Yes, sir.
Can I help you, Miss? Well, that depends on who you are.
Well, I'm J.
R.
Ewing.
Do tell.
Isn't there any end to the good looking Ewing men? You know some other Ewings, do you? You might say.
What about that office back there? Is that another one of you? Oh, that belongs to a funny-looking little fellow named Barnes.
Doesn't sound like my type at all.
Well, it was nice to meet you.
You didn't say what I could do to help you, Miss, uh? Stevens.
Michelle Stevens.
April's sister.
All I've heard about Jock Mallory is a very unlikely character for him to become friends with.
That's what I was just thinking.
But I suppose politics and war make strange bedfellows.
Well, here it is.
Though heaven knows what might be in it.
Thank you.
Doesn't feel as if there's anything in it.
- Ellie? - Thanks.
"Jock-o I hope you enjoyed the wine.
Many is the time I was tempted to open it myself.
But a deal's a deal.
Now that you've gotten this far, I'm gonna test your memory.
It's what the second key will open.
Remember you told me about your first gusher the one that started you on your way? And the boarding house you lived in? Well, you might enjoy seeing it again.
" Ha.
And it's signed Mallory.
MALLORY: I suppose this will take you back to Texas? Why? Well, I assume that, uh, Mr.
Ewing's first big strike would have been there.
Wasn't it, Ellie? I don't remember.
It was long before I was married to Jock.
And there were so many wells, so many towns.
Then is this the end? Oh, no.
No, I may not remember it now, but by God, I'm gonna find out.
Boy, he's got all the biggies here, I'll say that.
How come you know so many of them? You kidding? There's no avoiding them.
They're all at the new restaurants, new clubs, whatever's hot.
- That's where they are.
- The same people all the time? Yep.
Doing the same thing, saying the same thing.
- It's kind of fun, actually.
- Excuse me.
- Well, here you are, finally.
- Oh, hi, Mr.
Miller.
This is Alex Barton.
He is the most important gallery owner in Dallas.
Not to mention London and Paris.
Hi, I'm Cally Ewing.
- Hello.
CALLY: And, uh, this is Lucy.
- I know Lucy.
Nice to see you again.
LUC Y: Hi, Alex.
How come you're not running around Europe buying up everything in sight? I'm concentrating on American artists now.
- Lf there's some old master I can sell you - Ha, no, thanks.
I just like the receptions.
I thought I knew who all the Ewings were.
- But I'm sure we've never met.
LUC Y: Well, she is brand new.
She's the lucky lady who married J.
R.
I showed Alex the paintings you left with me.
I guess you didn't think much of them then.
No, I love them.
There's a very basic feeling about them.
A throwback to a much better time.
I'd like to show them.
Really? Well, how about that? Of course, I'll need many more pieces.
I'd like to present them as a comprehensive body of work.
Well, I don't have any more, but I could start painting right away.
That might be a good idea.
Well, what kinds of thing should I paint? [CROWD LAUGHING.]
Lee, can we use your office to talk? It's a trifle noisy in here.
MILLER: Certainly.
Run along, you two.
- Shall we? - All right.
He likes her work.
I knew he would.
He doesn't think she's so bad either.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
What do you want? Just a moment of your time.
Why? Considering that all this was mine would it be too much to ask to be invited in? This is the only thing I got out of that miserable marriage we had.
Well, not quite.
But that's beside the point.
May I come in? In truth, I only dropped by to thank you for coming to my rescue.
We have, sadly enough, a miserable pig pen of a jam.
All right.
So I bailed you out.
Now, will you go away somewhere and let me know where you are and I will send you some money from time to time.
Sweet Afton, I've always appreciated your little checks but right now, a rather medium-sized one would get me out of your life forever.
No way.
If I were to do that, you would just gamble or drink it away.
Why do you care what I'd do with it? Because when you get it a little at a time maybe you'll be able to pay rent or buy food? I know you don't love me anymore.
Probably never did.
So, what difference does it make what happens to me? I would just prefer that you didn't wind up in jail or dead in a gutter somewhere.
Ah, just in case little Pammy found out that her daddy wasn't a very nice man.
AFTON: That's right.
And God willing, she'll never know that you were her father.
I wish I could forget it.
Hmm.
Perhaps one day you will.
Not quite what you expected, was it? Eh.
Mm, thank you so much.
Well, I did my part.
[GRUNTS.]
The new and improved Cliff Barnes.
I hope you heard what you wanted to hear.
Are you satisfied now? I told you I didn't care who the father was.
Then why did you trace down the clinic? Why did you wanna know about those tests? Why did you lie to me? I don't know.
I don't know.
I guess I thought I had to.
But that doesn't mean that I don't love you.
It means you lied to me about everything.
How can I ever believe anything you tell me? But you have to believe that I love you.
You're a liar.
And I will not live my life with a liar.
Goodbye, Cliff.
I never wanna see you again.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Bravo, bravo.
You were so convincing even I believed I was the father.
[SIGHS.]
No smile? You got what you wanted, didn't you? He's not gonna bother you about little Pammy anymore and I'm not gonna bother you about money.
At least not for a while.
If he ever finds out the truth from you, you'll regret it.
Mm-mm.
Never.
As long as you're the highest bidder, you have my complete allegiance.
I'll be in touch.
Come on.
I'm tired of this.
We spent the last 15 minutes doing nothing but a tap dance.
I was simply trying to explain the logistics of the problem.
Right, but what you mean is you're having trouble getting my crude.
- I told you you're gonna get it, and you will.
- When? It's on its way.
You got nothing to worry about, hell.
I'm not gonna worry for about the next two days.
If it's not here by then, you'd better worry.
I'm gonna haul your butt into court and sue your ears off.
I got a lot of testy customers, I'm not gonna go belly up because you can't deliver.
I'm tired of hearing you mouth off, Shaughnessy.
Obviously you don't understand who you're talking to.
When J.
R.
Ewing promises, he delivers.
And you'd better damn well not forget that, buddy.
Hey.
Heh, heh.
- Is that it? - Yup.
It's pretty, ain't it? Once you've set it, you've got 20 minutes to split before the big ba-boom.
- Is there some way to stop it? - Sure.
Just open the case, disconnect the red wire.
Tommy, remember.
You've got 20 minutes.
Not 20 minutes, 10 seconds.
I got it.
- Thanks, Boomer.
- Nada.
Uh-oh.
Here's your daddy.
The girls tell me that traffic is pretty heavy on the Central.
What say we have a drink and wait it out? Dad, I gave up drinking when I gave up drugs.
- But I will have some coffee with you.
- Fine.
You know, Dad l'm sorry about what happened with Bobby and April.
Not your fault.
They ought to be willing to give you another chance.
I just keep thinking about how much better our lives would be without them in it.
Sure didn't take them long to get together after your sister left.
I guess he didn't care for her at all.
The sad thing is that she really loved him.
I think that's the real reason she ain't coming back with me.
Coffee and a Scotch, rocks.
Don't you worry.
Bobby Ewing is really gonna pay for what he did to us.
[LAUGHS.]
Maybe one of these days I can take care of him for you.
- Bet that would really make you happy.
- Yeah, it would.
Well, my son, the executive, I see you got yourself a new attaché.
A friend gave it to me.
It's, uh It's very special.
What's gonna happen to the Ewing refinery if I shift all this crude to Shaughnessy? I'll take care of the Ewing refinery, don't worry.
Yes, sir, but it'll be operating at about 25 percent of capacity.
That means we gotta cut back on our customers.
Well, just temporarily.
I'm not so sure this is such a good idea but it's what Bobby wants and he runs the company, you know how it is.
- Yes, sir, but I don't - Hi, boys.
How you doing? Look, Bill.
To tell you the truth, Bobby got in over his head with Shaughnessy.
And we're just gonna have to flat ship that crude, and that's all there is to it.
All right.
I'll start shipping tomorrow.
Tomorrow's fine.
And when the pressure's off, I'll take care of the Ewing refinery one way or another.
ANNOUNCER: Next on Dallas: J.
R.
Said you wanted that crude to go to Mr.
Shaughnessy.
Not another drop to Shaughnessy, understand? Either I get my oil as promised, or pay the penalty.
Don't give me that crap.
I wasn't the least bit amused by that game you played with the Ewings.
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
The Bobby I remember wouldn't be caught dead touching a woman I'd slept with.
CLIFF: Thanks, April.
- You're welcome.
Just wanted to clear the air.