Dallas s13e05 Episode Script

NARRATOR: Last on Dallas: [ALARM BLARING.]
That's it.
Bye-bye, Bobby.
[CHUCKLES.]
I just talked to Mom on the phone.
She wants me to come visit her in England.
Now, I know what my duty to my father is.
[ROSE WHIMPERS.]
It's to protect him from trash like you.
ROSE: Tommy would be happier if I hit the road.
Why? What did he say? Nothing, Mac, honest.
Just Just call it female intuition.
CLAYTON: Here it is.
Pride.
- Show me where it is.
Down southeast towards Beaumont.
Why don't we drive? Okay, Sherlock.
I'll be your chauffeur.
But I think it's a wild-goose chase.
- Which one of us loses? - Unfortunately, this time, you do.
Congratulations.
You're now the owner of a real fine oil tanker.
J.
R: You're as pretty as your sister.
I just hope you have a better disposition.
Maybe someday you'll find out.
APRIL: Ha-ha-ha Aah! My present! [APRIL SCREAMS.]
CAPTAIN: My first thought is that a powerful man like you has one or two serious enemies.
Nobody crazy enough to do something like this.
- Are you sure? - Bobby? Nobody comes to mind.
Do you have any ideas, Miss Stevens? [SIGHS.]
No, not really.
Captain, I'd like some protection for my family out at Southfork.
I've already called Braddock County Sheriff.
They'll put a few deputies up at the ranch.
But you see, we need something to go on, Mr.
Ewing.
- You're the only one who can provide it.
- Why don't we talk tomorrow? - It will give me a chance to rest and think.
- All right.
Uh What does the press know about this? They've been told, unofficially, that it's a ruptured gas line.
That story ought to hold until tomorrow.
Why? I was just hoping maybe whoever did this is getting nervous.
Sitting around waiting for some news.
Maybe nervous enough to make a mistake, huh? Tonight's feature story comes from the small town of Yellow Springs, Ohio where local residents today voted to declare their village a nuclear-free zone.
This comes only weeks after Yellow Springs became the first community in America to devote more than half their budget to the support of environmental issues.
Damn it! Where is it? - Ordinary Midwestern village trying to set an example for the nation.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
- Our very own reporter has the story.
TOMMY: Door's open, Dad.
Roger.
You sure have been watching a lot of news the last couple of days.
I like to keep informed.
Between TV and radio, you're gonna know more about Dallas than the police.
You seem a bit jumpy.
Is, uh, anything bothering you? Well, hey, if I seem like I'm a little overexcited it's just because I'm really into my work at Westar.
Oh.
Look.
Your work at Westar is just great.
Better than I ever dreamed.
Your rehab counselor came by the other day.
He thinks you quit too soon.
And he's worried about you.
[SCOFFS.]
Come on.
You know what those guys are like.
They hate to let go.
Ha, ha.
Yeah, yeah.
Maybe so.
But if you don't wanna talk to him l'd sure like it if you'd talk to me.
You don't need a hassle, Dad.
Oh, l I don't mind.
When I think of all the years that we didn't communicate and now we have a chance, finally, to start fresh.
Talk to me, Tommy.
Really make me a part of your life.
That makes me feel good, Dad.
Real good.
But, hey, what can I say, huh? I'm trying so damn hard not to cause you any more trouble.
I mean, my goal is to make all your troubles disappear.
[BOTH CHUCKLE.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
REPORTER [ON TV.]
: Thank you, Roger.
Let's go to Dave with the weather.
Dave.
Tropical storm Debbie continued to batter the gulf today sending ships back to port and causing widespread damage to coastal towns along the eastern coast of Central America.
Winds gusting up to 100 miles an hour combined with extremely high tides Sorry, to call you so late, J.
R but I didn't want you to overreact to the news.
- What news is that? HALLIDAY [O VER PHONE.]
: You know.
About the storm in the gulf.
Truth is we're mighty lucky.
Now, what's going on? Is something wrong with my tanker? No, it's just taking on a little water.
Nothing serious.
HALLIDAY: A few days' delay at the very worst.
Every day is costing me a million dollars.
What are you gonna do about that? Heh, short of sending Mother Nature a bill, I don't know.
Halliday, I'm gonna sue you.
I swear to God, I'll sue you.
You own the tanker now, not me.
Really, this is just a courtesy call.
Courtesy isn't gonna keep me from skinning you with a peeler if my tanker doesn't dock soon.
Hey, it could be worse.
At least it's still afloat.
Look, everything is gonna be okay.
You have Al the Pal's word on it.
Oh, well, that's wonderful.
[DOOR OPENS.]
Bad news, J.
R? Well, maybe.
I'm gonna have to start hedging my bets.
What do you mean? Oh If my tanker doesn't dock soon, honey, I'm gonna be I'm gonna be out-of-pocket in a big way.
Yeah, I think it's time to start moving in on Marilee Stone's company again.
I thought you said her price was too high.
Oh, she's just a little finicky about the small print.
That's all.
Well, I'm not sure I like the idea of you getting taken for a ride by a woman like her.
What have you heard about Marilee? Only that she has a reputation for sinking her claws into men.
No, she's not so bad.
Well, I heard that she'll sleep with anybody just to cut a deal.
Kind of like April.
Are you still going on about April? Now, I thought you were over that.
Well, I just don't care for women who use their bodies to trick men.
Like pretending to be pregnant to get a man to the altar? - Well, that's not the same thing.
- Doesn't miss it by far.
I only did that because I loved you.
And you love me.
You just didn't realize it enough.
[CHUCKLES.]
I guess we all do what we have to do to get what we want.
And that's why I don't blame April.
And why I don't blame you for that little wedding trick.
As a matter of fact, I admire you for it.
You'll never catch me sleeping with somebody just to make some kind of deal.
That may be okay for some people but that's just not the way we feel, is it, J.
R? No.
Not us.
Why didn't you tell the police about Tommy? I mean, he did come to your office.
I think it's him too.
But he never touched my briefcase.
He never had access to it.
How can you be sure? It's not like you kept it handcuffed to your wrist.
All I'm saying is we have no proof.
- Well, that's what the police are for.
- They don't have any.
They go after Tommy, they'll spook him.
And God only knows what he'll do then.
I'm gonna find a better way of nailing him.
[DOORKNOB RATTLES.]
It's probably just Shelley, but I can't believe she's out this late.
Well, good evening.
Oh, you two kids still awake? - I thought you were going to the gym.
- The gym got boring, so I called Cliff.
Yeah.
Took in a movie.
A real run-and-gun thing.
- It was fun.
- Oh, sounds like it.
I'm out of here.
Bye, Cliff.
We'll do it again.
Bobby, are you staying over? - He is.
MICHELLE: Great.
I'll slip into something more comfortable and we'll hang out.
Bobby and I have some personal business to discuss.
Besides, I'm sure you're extremely tired.
[MICHELLE SCOFFS.]
It sure is fun living with America's number one den mother.
[BEDROOM DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES.]
Do you really have to come up with your own plan? I mean, Tommy's a lot more dangerous than we thought.
I'm worried about you going outside the law.
I think I have a pretty safe idea how to get the proof we need.
It means tomorrow morning, I gotta stop by a luggage store.
[DOORBELL RINGS.]
I called your office.
You hadn't arrived yet.
So I thought I'd intercept you, talk you into lunch.
Hey, great idea.
Come on in.
But if you're busy with work No.
Hey, listen, I might be a lean, mean business machine but first things first.
Come on in here.
I don't mean to be rude, but can't you afford a housekeeper? [CLIFF LAUGHS.]
Now, what is a bachelor apartment without a little bit of clutter? [MICHELLE CHUCKLES.]
Cliff, why is April so against my dating you? She is? I didn't realize that.
Do you think I'm a gold digger? April just thinks I'm after your money.
And that you're this poor lamb that I'm about to fleece.
She thinks that? She totally discounts your charm.
She totally discounts everything we have in common.
Oh, you know, I think she can tend to be a little overprotective.
But she's a good friend.
Good friend, maybe.
But she's not much of a sister.
Oh, I think you're being a little tough on her.
Tough on her? She's the one who suddenly became St.
April.
Queen of goodness and light.
Didn't you meet her when she first came to Dallas? - Mm-hm.
- She was hell on high heels.
Now that she's made it, now she can dump on little sister.
Kind of the way the Ewing brothers dump on you.
I'm doing fine.
Yeah, but it doesn't seem fair.
Bobby, J.
R.
, April, they all have that inherited money.
Nobody gave you anything, or me.
We have to do it on our own.
Well, life's a little short to be bitter.
It took me a long time to learn that but Except the Ewings are still dumping on you.
And April's still dumping on me.
- I guess they'll never change.
- Wait.
You know what? I'm losing my appetite.
I'm sorry.
Look, I really came here to suggest that we stop dating.
At least until April gets off her high horse.
No, I don't wanna do that.
It's like you said.
We have too much in common.
So you forget about April, I'll forget about the Ewings, and we'll be just fine.
So let's go have some lunch.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Working hard? Can I come in? I'm busy.
BOBBY: Yeah.
Yeah, I can see.
Look, Tommy, I just wanna prove that I've got no hard feelings.
Well, I really don't have time right now.
I've got to deliver this report by high noon.
That's a very nice pendant you've got.
I had one made myself very much like that.
Whitney Jewelers.
Yeah, they do great work.
Look, Tommy, I've got a business opportunity for you.
It wasn't Ewing Oil's cup of tea.
So I thought I'd give it to you, kind of like a peace offering between us.
- What do you say? - It's really not necessary.
Let me show you the paperwork.
Been carrying it around.
- I think you'll be impressed.
- No! No.
No way.
- You're gonna like this deal.
TOMMY: No! Get this guy! He's got a bomb! All right, all right, guys.
Just take me to Carter McKay.
Put it down, Tommy.
It's time we talk straight.
There's nothing to talk about.
I know about the bomb.
Bobby Ewing knows about it.
The police know about it.
[SIGHS.]
How did it ever come to this? I only did it for you, Dad.
I was only trying to help.
No, I understand.
I do.
You You just went about it the wrong way.
You needed protection.
You needed help against scum like Bobby Ewing.
L I've talked to the authorities.
You're going to get help.
You're gonna get the right treatment.
There's only one cure, blow Bobby Ewing's head off.
I can't let you do that.
Now, damn it, put the gun down.
Nobody's gonna come between us, Dad! - Not anymore.
- All right.
It's you and me against the Ewings, against them all.
- Drop the gun, Tommy, huh? - Let me go.
- The police are outside.
- No way.
They're outside.
It's over.
L I begged them to let me bring you out.
- I don't wanna see you get hurt.
- No, no, no.
- You need help.
- Let me go.
- Can't you see that? - Let me go! [GUNSHOT.]
[TOMMY GRUNTING.]
McKAY: Oh, God! Don't let this happen.
Dad.
We'll get an ambulance.
You're gonna be okay.
[PANTING.]
TOMMY: I love you, Daddy.
I love you.
[WHIMPERING.]
No! [CRYING.]
You'll have to come out to the station tomorrow, Mr.
McKay.
We'll be taking your statement.
I doubt any charges will be pressed against you.
[CAR APPRO ACHING.]
[CAR DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES.]
BOBBY: Mac.
I'm sorry.
I wanna promote you as Cally Harper.
I'd like you to drop the Ewing name.
CALLY: But I'm proud of my last name.
It makes you sound like the dilettante wife of a rich man.
Someone who paints as a hobby, not as a calling.
That's not the image I wanna present.
But what does it matter what I'm like? Either they like my paintings or they don't.
In principle, I agree with you.
But there's a certain reality to hyping the modern artist.
The art can be primitive or raw or untamed.
But the artist must be at ease with the jet set.
Fit in.
Turn the buyers on.
Remember Mrs.
Evander who bought your painting? Oh, she was so elegant.
You can be that elegant, Cally.
I'll show you what I mean.
Tell me which of those two dresses you like the best.
Mm, I love the red one.
It's beautiful.
It is beautiful.
And it's sexy and it's fun.
But it'll be out of fashion in six months.
Until it is, you'll keep running into people wearing the same thing.
Meaning you like the black one.
Twenty years from now, you'll be able to wear that into the finest hotel in Europe.
And it will still say the same thing it does now.
Timeless elegance.
I wanna build you a reputation made of gold, Cally.
Not glass.
But you'll have to let me teach you everything I know.
I think I'd like that.
J.
R: I'm having just a little difficulty transferring my fund.
It seems that my Swiss banks don't understand how fast we work here in the United States.
- Just write the check, Ewing.
Uh-huh.
Well, Shaughnessy just when did you graduate from charm school? You agreed to the million-dollar-a-day penalty.
Ahh, that was just a deal closer.
You're not gonna keep holding me to that, are you? Especially when you know your oil is on the way.
[CHUCKLES.]
I'll be here every day at the stroke of 9 to collect my million-dollar check.
Every day.
[CHECK RUSTLES.]
Till that oil is in my refinery.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Hey, Halliday.
What's the news on the gulf? Well, uh, where's my tanker? What do you mean they've lost radio contact? If that tanker's not here by tonight, I might And listen, Halliday.
Halliday [KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
J.
R: Yeah, come in.
Oh, hi, Bob.
How are you doing? J.
R.
, I'm gonna cancel my appointments for Thursday.
I'm gonna go to Tommy McKay's funeral.
You really are a saint, aren't you? Going to the funeral of a man who tried to kill you.
Ha, I'll tell you.
I just thought it might help smooth things over.
It wouldn't be a bad idea if you showed up.
Well, uh, I've cut some of my best deals at funerals.
All right, I'll go.
Yeah.
Oh, say, listen.
I thought you ought to know l'm making a move on Marilee Stone's company.
You still haven't covered your deal with Shaughnessy? - I'm getting there.
- These must be sad times for you.
The old days, you used to get out of trouble like that without even breaking a sweat.
Oh, those days aren't over.
Not yet.
[CHUCKLES.]
NANC Y: We're all terribly sorry, Mr.
McKay.
Nancy, I thought I asked you to bring me those files.
I assumed Well, l I thought you wouldn't want to work until after the funeral.
Look, just get Brundin's replacement on the phone for me.
His name is, uh, Schuchart.
I wanna make sure they made those fund transfers as scheduled.
Mr.
McKay, surely one of your vice presidents can handle that.
McKAY: Just do it.
Okay? Okay.
Dad, why aren't you at the house? Thought you were arriving tomorrow.
[IN CHOKED VOICE.]
I was worried about you and I was scared.
I'm fine.
[TRACEY SOBS.]
How could you be fine? I'm a mess, Dad.
Come on.
Let's go home.
[TRACEY SNIFFS.]
Go ahead.
I've got some work that can't wait.
Dad, don't do this.
- Don't do what? - You know what.
You're shutting down.
You're not letting yourself feel anything.
I'm gonna need help with this funeral, there are a lot of decisions.
Damn the decisions, Daddy, we've lost Tommy.
He's dead.
And I can't bear to stand here and see you pretending that it doesn't matter.
That's overstating it.
Yeah? Not a tear for Tommy? Not a hug for me? Don't you dare turn back into the old Carter McKay.
The minister's coming around 6.
I'd like you to deal with him.
I'm gonna be late.
MARILEE: I love to see a man on his knees.
It offers such interesting possibilities.
You've heard my offer, Marilee.
I'm willing to pay top dollar for your company.
Oh, well, we both knew that in advance.
Now, why don't you come over here and test the water? Oh, now, Marilee, it's a little late for a swim.
You never minded getting wet before.
Just tell me if we got a deal, huh? [SIGHS.]
I don't think so, J.
R.
Not for my company.
Now, Marilee, don't you tease me.
Well, I will let you have my oil reserves.
That's really what you need anyway.
Ha, ha, now, that's my girl.
I'll get the papers drawn up right away.
However there is one dotted line that you'll have to sign on first.
And you know where to find it.
Now, isn't my money good enough for you? Your money is only the second best thing about you.
Come to Marilee, J.
R.
And keep in mind that fidelity is an overrated virtue.
Uh, no.
Keep your clothes on.
I wanna undress you.
[SCOFFS.]
You want me to come in there with my clothes on? [CHUCKLES.]
Where's your sense of adventure? Besides, they won't be on for long.
I'm gonna want all your oil reserve now.
You'll get that and more.
[PAGER BEEPING.]
MARILEE: Where are you going? J.
R: Oh, God.
[DIALING.]
Hello? Sly? Yeah Please, don't tell me something's happened to my tanker.
It? It is? It's at Shaughnessy's refinery? Ha, ha, oh, my God.
Yeah.
Now listen, I'll tell you what.
Um, put a hold on today's million-dollar check.
Yeah, that's right.
Oh, and call Shaughnessy and tell him the best thing he ever did was to hitch his wagon to old J.
R.
's stock.
[LAUGHS.]
Right.
Well, I'll talk to you.
Bye.
What's going on? Ha, ha.
Oh, I'm sorry to leave you high and not so dry, Marilee.
But I got some I got some celebrating to do, honey.
Ha-ha-ha.
[LAUGHS.]
And by the way, darling.
You're a little bit too old to go running around without your clothes on.
[LAUGHING.]
[J.
R.
AND SECRETARIES LAUGH.]
J.
R: I'll tell you! Ha-ha-ha.
Champagne and caviar.
My, my, my.
- I'm afraid to ask what you're celebrating.
- How about a little bubbly? - Come on, spit it out.
- Hell, I just started to drink.
You know what I mean.
What are you celebrating? I put Shaughnessy in our hip pocket last night.
We now own more of Westar's old business than you ever dreamed of, buddy.
- You filled his refinery? J.
R: Uh-huh.
How are you gonna do that next month? I got a tanker standing by to go down to South America and pick up that wonderful Venezuelan crude.
It looks as though your luck has changed.
I do hope it continues.
J.
R: Mm.
Oh, come on, Bobby, stick around, would you? - Well, he's a party pooper.
All right.
- Unlike you.
[ALL LAUGHING.]
Is this the happening place? J.
R: Ah.
Well, hi there, darling, how you doing? - You all know April's sister? - Hi.
Would you get her a glass and fix her up something? If you came to sit in a catbird seat, you have to sit on my lap.
I came to surprise Cliff.
But apparently, he's not coming in this morning.
What's a girl like you hanging around with a jerk like that for? Cliff's great.
- For the time being.
J.
R: Ha-ha-ha.
CLIFF: Michelle's got a lot more going for her than you give her credit.
APRIL: So sayeth the great judge of women.
CLIFF: Oh, stop.
I'm trying to help you, Cliff, because I care about you.
Well, I appreciate your interest.
But I don't need a guardian angel.
You don't know Shelley like I do.
Well, I know she's not 16 anymore and you're not 18.
So maybe your attitude toward her ought to grow up.
Have you slept with her yet? - What? - You heard me.
I have taken her to dinner a couple of times That's none of your business.
Spoken like a man whose brains have moved south of his belt buckle.
You know I don't like your attitude.
Why don't you just back off? You may think this is none of my business, but I know Shelley a lot better than you do.
She's a user, Cliff.
And all you are to her is Stepping Stone Number 1.
So you better wake up and smell the perfume.
What's really so bad about Cliff? [J.
R.
LAUGHS.]
Look up the word "cheap" in the dictionary, you'll see his picture, honey.
[MICHELLE AND J.
R.
CHUCKLE.]
He can't be that bad.
After all, he's rich.
[LAUGHS.]
If he ever gives you any jewelry, ask to see the Cracker Jack box it comes in.
Ha, ha.
Then why are you all partners? Well, that's Bobby's doing.
I'll tell you, I'd pay a small fortune to get him out of Ewing Oil for good.
I'm not kidding.
That a turn of phrase or do you actually mean it? Whoever removes that man from my life is gonna earn my wallet's undying gratitude.
You know, I like the way you talk.
I like the way you listen.
Look pretty good too.
Maybe we should have lunch more often.
I'd call this a marriage of the minds.
[GASPS.]
It's so bright.
Ahh.
And so beautiful.
That's the point.
Serenity and light.
Plus, I live one floor down.
You want me to paint here? I want you to paint here, think here, be here.
But I've always painted outdoors.
I want you to start painting from your imagination, Cally.
I wanna see what's in your mind.
But isn't all of this a little too fancy? I mean, I'd be afraid to clean my brushes here or do anything that might mess up the place.
Try it.
Besides, you might find you like having a secret place to explore your art.
Well, I have to tell J.
R.
About it.
I'm planning your show next month.
- And this is what you'll wear.
- It's that dress.
You shouldn't have.
It's not a gift.
It's an investment.
I'm planning on being your exclusive representative.
My cut is 40 percent of the price I get for your paintings.
Well, that seems fair.
After all, I was happy just giving them away.
Those days are over, Cally Harper.
Very soon, I'm gonna make you the hottest new artist in America.
And all you have to do is paint.
Okay.
I'm ready.
You can start work here as soon as you like.
How about tomorrow? Oh.
You better might get the day after.
Tomorrow I have to go to a funeral.
MINISTER: The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death; I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff comfort me.
Thou preparest the table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou annointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
And as we lay Tom McKay to rest, we can take some small comfort in the fact that he is now finally at peace.
Amen.
[BOBBY SIGHS.]
Are you all right? I guess I'm sorry you talked me into coming.
I still think that at least now you know it's finally over.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
It's nice of you.
Maybe I shouldn't have come.
Well It is difficult seeing you here.
This all started because of you.
So long, Tommy.
Boomer's gonna miss you, pal.
Hey.
If there really is a heaven maybe we'll play some ball, okay? I hate funerals.
They always make me cry even when I don't really know the person.
Uh-oh.
What's wrong, J.
R? Oh, nothing, darling, just getting a little late.
I think we ought to go.
There's Marilee Stone.
Oh, they don't call her the black widow for nothing.
I don't think you two would get along.
MARILEE: J.
R.
, how wonderful to see you again.
- So soon.
- Marilee.
And this, of course, is your pretty little wife.
How young and sweet.
And such beautiful skin.
I've heard a lot about you, ma'am.
MARILEE: From J.
R? I doubt that very much.
He likes to leave out the details, don't you, J.
R? Now, don't get carried away, Marilee.
For example, I'm sure he didn't tell you about the other night.
Now, there was one evening where we really got up to our hips in fun.
[BOBBY SIGHS.]
Mac.
Hello, Tracey.
I don't blame you, Bobby if that's what you're wondering.
What about your father? [SCOFFS.]
I have no idea, he shut me out.
Is there anything I can do to help? There is one thing.
What? My father's turned back to the man that I used to hate.
He's full of rage and vengeance.
Stay out of his way, Bobby.
I don't wanna come to your funeral.
KENDALL: I just don't understand these drilling figures.
PHYLLIS: What you do is just take the figure in this column here just match it here and here and then carry down to here.
- Here you go.
- Sly, there's someone here to see J.
R.
He doesn't have anyone scheduled.
Who is it? He wouldn't give his name.
We explained that J.
R.
Is out most of the day, but, uh, he insisted on waiting.
Well, where is he? He's in J.
R.
's office.
[SLY SIGHS.]
What's he doing in there? Oh, boy, J.
R.
's gonna have a fit.
Well, we tried to stop him, but, uh Well, you'll see for yourself.
Go on in, check him out.
Excuse me? Uh, what are you doing here? Well actually, I was wondering what a Sly Lovegren would look like.
- Oh, were you? - Yeah.
I thought it must take a very unusual woman to use that name.
Well, then I looked around the office and I said: "Now, what other kind of woman would be J.
R.
Ewing's assistant?" The kind that doesn't think you belong in here.
Oh, well, I did wanna speak with Mr.
Ewing.
Well, he's at a funeral and I don't know when he'll be back.
Well, I'll wait.
It could be hours.
Oh, that's fine.
Because that'll give us a chance to talk.
[CHUCKLES.]
Well, I have work to do.
But you're not gonna leave me here alone, are you? No, you're going to wait in the outer office.
You know, I hope Mr.
Ewing appreciates you safeguarding his office this way.
Just what did you come to see him about? Well, I'd love to tell you, Sly but really it's between him and me.
Oh.
Well, then, until he shows up I think you better wait outside.
Lead on.
Sly.
Yes? You've got a really nice walk.
[CHUCKLES.]
Well, ha, ha I don't understand why we can't talk at home.
I wanna talk now.
All right, what's on your mind, honey? Well, for one thing Alex Barton has arranged this artist studio for me.
It's right in the heart of Dallas.
Any problem? I just wanted you to know.
Well, I appreciate that, darling.
Now, I don't wanna be rude, but I've got to get back to work.
J.
R.
, did you sleep with Marilee Stone? Is that what you think? You heard what she said.
Wouldn't you think the same? Didn't we have this conversation recently? And didn't I tell you how faithful I've been? I remember what you said about cutting deals.
You had your back against the wall when you Cally, you're developing a bad case of sexual jealousy.
I'm getting a little tired of you seeing a mistress behind every tree.
It's not that I don't trust you.
Monogamy is not exactly second nature to me, so I want full credit for my efforts.
- And I'd like you to get off my back.
- Just tell me what Marilee meant.
Oh, she's just trying to get back at me, honey.
She tried to seduce me with her fading charms and l I turned her down flat.
I wouldn't share a swimming hole with her, much less a bed.
Oh.
I'm sorry, J.
R.
I'll stop being so suspicious.
It's just I love you so much.
That's my girl.
Come on.
Dad? Dad.
I'm flying back to Florida.
My cab should be here any minute.
Aren't you gonna say anything? What is there to say? You could ask me to stay here with you.
L I'd really like to.
I'll be fine.
Why don't you be honest? I said, I'll be fine.
Dad, you need me.
I need to be alone.
That's not true and you know it.
Tommy's gone.
Why do you keep trying to push me away? I'm all you have.
I'm glad you're going.
I think it's best for the both of us.
Take this with you.
I'm your last chance and you know it, Dad.
[CAR HORN HONKING.]
There's your cab.
You worked so hard to become a decent human being.
Don't let Tommy's death kill the good in you.
Goodbye, Tracey.
TRACEY: All right.
We'll do it your way.
As always.
[DOOR OPENS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[APRIL SIGHS.]
Thank you for the ride home.
Always a pleasure.
Always? You've got that look, April Stevens.
- What look? - You know what look.
[APRIL CHUCKLES.]
All right, I have something to tell you.
What? Well, this whole thing with Tommy was awful but it did have one good side.
- What's that? - It brought us closer together.
I must admit, I did like having you stay at Southfork.
APRIL: Mm-hm.
Whew.
That does it.
That does what? APRIL: In lieu of an engagement ring, this will have to do.
Should we get married, Bobby Ewing? Ha, ha, are you proposing to me? You heard me.
Doesn't the guy usually ask the girl? Sometimes the guys are too slow.
[CHUCKLING.]
Sometimes the girls are too fast.
[LAUGHING.]
At least you didn't faint.
Have you even thought about marriage recently? It's crossed my mind.
Occasionally, during moments of weakness.
Well, you know how I feel about you.
I love you.
And I wanna be with you from here to heaven.
What do you think about that? I think we have a dinner reservation at 8:00.
[APRIL LAUGHING.]
- Mm.
- I'll keep the rubber band though.
[BOTH MO ANING.]
- Ladies.
BOTH: Good afternoon.
PHYLLIS: J.
R.
- Hi.
SLY: Look, you promised to wait out here, now come on.
- What's wrong? - Oh, J.
R.
, you have a visitor.
He's been waiting for you all day, and it has been a losing battle trying to keep him of your office.
- Who is it? [SIGHS.]
I can't begin to describe him, he's one of a kind.
Why is it I don't like the sound of this? [GLASS CLINKS.]
What the hell are you doing? Bourbon, right? You seem to have a lot of it on your bar.
Do I know you? No, you don't.
I'm here to tell you, I don't like playing games.
Well, sure you do.
Especially if you win them.
Look, I know funerals can be hard on the nerves.
I didn't mean disrespect, I was trying to be friendly.
- But I do wanna see you.
- You better have a damn good reason.
You had dinner with my mother in Vienna.
Your mother? I'm James Beaumont, Vanessa Beaumont's son.
NARRATOR: Next on Dallas: I came a long way to see what the shouting was about.
You watch what you say.
That's what my mother was talking about.
This rough, tough, raw Texan.
Think I'm gonna spend the night? You'll wake up with a smile on your face.
You get away from here or I'm gonna call the law.
You read this.
- You're interested in the oil business, huh? - Ha, very.
We meet in unlikely places.
Vanessa.