All language subtitles for Dallas s03e17 Paternity Suit.eng

J.R., I wanna talk to you.

Well, they'll let anybody
in here nowadays.

- Hey!
- You cool it, boy!

I just want you to know, J. R,
I'm gonna nail you.

Haven't you noticed?
You gotta be a man to play in my league.

Now, I'm busy. Run along.

J.R., I think you were a little rough
on him.

Take away a man's dignity, and
he'll do almost anything to get it back.

History's not gonna repeat itself.
If I go down, I take J.R. with me.

- What is this?
- Cliff Barnes has initiated a custody suit.

He's out of his mind.

He's asking for blood tests
to prove paternity.

I know one thing for sure,
we can't kill him.

But I'll guarantee you one thing.

Before we get through suing him,
he'll wish that he'd never messed with us.

- You've gotta do something.
- Well, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

If these tests embarrass me publicly,
and it's proven that Cliff Barnes...

...is the father of that child...

...I am gonna get the quickest divorce
in the history of the state of Texas.

And you, my dear, can walk the streets
before I'll give you a dime.

No. Alan, that's good news.

No, I mean really good.

No, I wouldn't miss that for the world.

Yeah. I just wanna tell you that you're
gonna be amply rewarded for a fine job.

Yeah. All right, bye.

Yeah, who is it?

Daddy, there's a TV show coming on
that's gonna be of great interest to you.

I don 't have time to watch TV.
I'm working.

Well, I don't think you're gonna
wanna miss this one.

You all know how hard I've worked
for you to keep Texas clean...

...to stop those oil companies
who would strangle the environment...

...and wreak havoc...

Alan, how much money did you get?

- Not a penny.
- You got some pledges, though, right?

I've been to see all our contributors.

All the public interest groups,
every one I could think of.

Nothing.

Nothing?

- That's impossible.
- Somebody scared them off.

Somebody scared them off? Who?

I don't know why I have to ask that.
It's J.R. Ewing.

Whoever it was did a good job.
The word's out, Cliff. You're broke.

Everybody wants cash up front.

I've had to cancel
all the newspaper ads, the mailings.

- This is your last broadcast.
- No.

This is not my last broadcast.

I'm gonna turn this speech
into a fundraiser.

I'm gonna let the people know
exactly what's happening.

The money will come rolling in.

Ten dollars here and there won't do it.

You need big money
to keep a campaign running.

And your supporters
are not in that league.

We'll get new supporters.

Face it, Cliff.

The guys who contribute the big bucks
expect something for their money.

To give them what they want,
you have to win.

They don't think you can.

Here's a list.

I've been to see
every one of these people.

I'd give anything not to have to be
the one to tell you this.

But I think you should use this opportunity
to back out gracefully.

There's got to be a way.
How much money to do we have now?

I had to pay the printer
out of my own pocket.

Mr. Barnes, we're ready for you.

- Can we get a voice reading, Mr. Barnes?
- Oh, yeah.

My friends and fellow Texans,
my purpose in coming to you today...

Thank you, that's enough.
Stand by, Mr. Barnes.

Five, four, three, two, you're on.

My friends and fellow Texans...

...my purpose in coming before you today
had been to explain my platform to you.

To spell out my proposals
to make a better life for all of us.

To let you know exactly what I intended
to do when I got to Washington.

But instead, I must tell you I will not be
making that trip to Washington this time.

I'm withdrawing from the race
for United States congressman.

You all know how hard I've worked
to champion the rights of the people...

... against the interests of big business.

How I have fought to improve
the quality of life for all of us...

... not just the privileged few.

Many of you have supported me
in my efforts...

... to protect this state we love, Texas.

And to stop those,
especially the oil companies...

... who would strangle our environment
and wreak havoc on our land.

Poor Digger. This must be
a big disappointment to him.

My fight has earned me enemies.

Some people deserve to fail.

Alan must be miserable.

He really thought Cliff
had a chance of winning.

For weeks now, I have made
every effort to stay in the race.

That's no longer possible.

I can 't run a campaign without money.

Your contributions have meant
a great deal to me...

... but they just haven 't been enough.

The coffers are empty,
and there are no funds coming in.

I am forced to withdraw from the race.

I will continue to fight
in any way I can...

... with any weapon I can find...

... and I encourage you to stay in there
as well.

I'd like to take this opportunity
to thank you...

... for all you've given
in making this campaign possible.

I'm sorry to let you down.

Don't worry. You didn't.

- This calls for a drink, Dad.
- No, it calls for a celebration.

Let's do our drinking
down at the Cattlemen's Club.

Okay.

- You coming along, Bob?
- Not this time, J.R.

- Don't you have to study for a test?
- Yes, Grandma.

Hello?

Just a minute.

Sue Ellen, it's for you.

Thank you.

It's a man.

- Hello?
- Sue Ellen, it's me, Dusty.

I know you can 't talk right now.

Can you meet me?

Please, Sue Ellen.

Why, yes, I think I can
leave the baby overnight.

What's that?

I said, I think that'll be just fine.

Okay.

I'm at the Regent Hotel in Fort Worth.

Suite 1701.

All right.

- Tonight at 7.
- Did you say 6?

You're some lady, you know that?

Why, thank you.

Yes, I'm looking forward to it too.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

What a shock. Paula Sue Hensley.

You remember me telling you about her,
Miss Ellie?

She was my sorority sister in college.

Well, that was her husband, Roger...

...and he just up and decided
to give her a surprise birthday party...

...and wants me to fly
to New Orleans tonight.

I know it's a mad idea,
but I'd love to see her again.

I just need to leave the baby.

Oh, well, don't you worry.
I'll take good care of my grandson.

I know that.

You've hardly been out of the house
for weeks.

It'll do you good to get away
and have some fun.

I suppose you're right.

Thank you, Miss Ellie.

Is J.R. going with you?

No, I don't think he'd enjoy himself.

- Let's drink up, boys.
- All right.

- You're a tough man to cross, J.R.
- You just remember that, Andy.

We're not asking for much, J.R.,
just a small piece of that Asian pie.

You boys just never learned
to take no for an answer, did you?

J.R., I wanna talk to you.

Well, they'll let anybody
in here nowadays.

You can cut the jokes.

- Afraid I'll have to ask you to leave, sir.
- No, that's all right.

This man may look like nobody,
but in fact...

...he is an ex-candidate
for the United States Congress.

If he's a friend of yours, Mr. Ewing.

I assume you don't have a reservation.
Gonna meet somebody?

No, I'm not meeting anyone.

I just came to tell you
that I'm not gonna take this lying down.

I'll call for an investigation
by the Federal Elections Commission.

Well, you do just that.

They'll find everything
is legal and aboveboard...

...unless you've been cheating on us.

No, they'll find out
you intimidated my contributors.

Intimidated who? And what contributors
are you talking about?

Don't bluff me, J.R.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.

Somehow you managed
to scare off my supporters.

Anybody gullible enough to believe
the riffraff you call supporters...

...could possibly come up with
enough money to draft you, Barnes...

...would believe anything.

Oh, wait a minute.

Are you trying to tell me it was you?

That you were the one
that was bankrolling me?

That the whole thing was a setup
to get me out of the OLM?

You are suggesting something illegal...

...and my daddy and I
never do anything illegal.

- Hey!
- You cool it, boy!

I'm amazed you're not a better loser.
After all the experience you've had.

I just want you to know, J.R.,
I'm gonna nail you.

Haven't you noticed?
You gotta be a man to play in my league.

Now, I'm busy. Run along.

Get on out of here, Barnes.

- Been playing racquetball?
- I haven't had a chance lately...

...but I'm willing to take you on
any day.

Next Thursday, what do you say?

- That's good by me.
- All right.

J.R., I think you were a little rough
on him.

Take away a man's dignity, and
he'll do almost anything to get it back.

Well, what does it matter?

He can't touch us.

Not now.

I'd almost forgotten
how pretty you are.

Hello, Dusty.

Come in.

You're not gonna run away again,
are you?

No.

I'm sorry I ran away last time.

I don't know what made you
change your mind.

And I don't care.

I'm just glad you're here.

I've wanted you to call.

I've missed you.

I really have.

Just a minute. I'm coming. I'm coming.

Hello. Deborah Johns, Dallas Press.

- Mr. Barnes in?
- I'm Barnes. Digger Barnes.

You must be Cliff Barnes' father.

Oh, you wanna see my son.

Well, he's gonna be right back.
Come on in.

- Thank you.
- Have a drink.

No, thank you.

How do you feel about your son
having to withdraw from the campaign?

Well, the odds are
that Jock Ewing is behind that.

Do you have any proof?

He's been robbing me
since we was partners.

He stole all my oil wells.
He's got all the money. I got nothing.

- Stole my daughter.
- You mean Pamela Ewing?

Barnes, Pamela Barnes.

Now he's got my grandson.

You said grandson.
I didn't know Pamela had a baby.

Not Pamela. Sue Ellen.

That's J.R. Ewing's son.

Like hell he is.

He's Cliff Barnes' son.

And my grandson.

Hi, Daddy.

- Hello.
- Mr. Barnes. You remember me.

- Deborah Johns, Dallas Press.
- Oh, yeah.

You interviewing my daddy? Sit down.

As a matter of fact, he's given me a story
that my paper would like to print.

But I need your corroboration...

...because it could prove
extremely embarrassing to J.R. Ewing.

Anything that could embarrass him
has got to be true.

Your father's been telling me that you are
the real father of little John Ewing.

That's one you put over on J.R.
It's one he'll never forget.

Yeah, I sure did. Got him that time.

Then the baby is yours.

Yeah.

Yes, he is. It's my child.

Breakfast is on its way.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

No, nothing.

Everything's perfect.

You've been faithful to the wrong man.

Hi. Right there.

No!

You take sugar with your coffee?

I'm sorry, Dusty. I have to go.

I've gotta go home.

Does he think for one damn minute...

...we'll let him get away with this?

Come on. This is just Barnes' cheap way
of getting revenge on this family.

Revenge, smearing our good name.

He's just as bad
as that drunken daddy of his.

- Yeah, what do you expect from a Barnes?
- Speaking of Barnes, I don't see Pam.

I suppose she's gone down
to hold that little brother's hand.

She went to try and talk
some sense into him.

She should've saved her breath.

Whatever talk is necessary,
we're gonna do it in court.

Court? Nobody's talking
about court in this.

It's all right. We're gonna sue him
for every dime he's got.

We're gonna break his back.

Daddy, I don't think court's the way
we should handle this situation.

No, no. I think Bob's right, Dad.

We gotta think of Sue Ellen.
She's still not well.

Court case like this could send her
right back to the sanitarium.

Man, I just can't believe you two.

Especially you, J.R.
When I was a young man...

...if anybody said anything
about your mama like that...

...I'd have killed him.
- Oh, Dad.

Sue Ellen.

- Good morning.
- Have you seen this?

I saw it on a newsstand at the airport.

Well, don't you worry about it.
We'll take care of Cliff Barnes.

Nobody is gonna talk about the Ewings
and get away with it.

What are you gonna do about it?

I know one thing for sure,
we can't kill him.

But I'll guarantee you one thing.

Before we get through suing him,
he'll wish that he'd never messed with us.

Don't you think
that that's gonna make it worse?

How the hell is it gonna be any worse
than this?

I still don't understand why Cliff
would do something like this.

Revenge, that's why.

Well, J.R. came down
pretty hard on him yesterday.

I told you that you have to leave a man
some dignity.

I still think that we should ignore all this.
No one's gonna believe it anyway.

They'll talk about it for a while,
then forget it.

- Sue Ellen might be right, Jock.
- Truth's on our side, isn't it?

Well, I don't know why
you should even ask.

Of course it is, Dad.

Then what have we got to worry about?

We'll take him to court,
and we'll prove that that boy is J.R.'s son.

Now, I'm gonna call Harve Smithfield.

Tell him to meet us at the office.

- Why did you do it?
- Because it's the truth.

Well, I'm glad to see the Ewings
are finally gonna get theirs.

- It's about time.
- I don't wanna hear all that again.

Cliff would've been a U.S. congressman
if it weren't for them.

- Cliff.
- He's right.

J.R. set me up to get me out of the OLM.

Don't you see that they're trying
to strip me of everything?

Just like they did him?

Well, this time,
history's not gonna repeat itself.

And I am not gonna retire quietly
to the bottle.

If I go down, I take J.R. with me.

It's always J.R., isn't it?

You don't care if you destroy Sue Ellen
and the baby...

...as long as you get him.

I do care.

I care about that baby
more than anything else in the world...

...but, Pam, I can't have him.

I can't even see him.

Somehow I'm gonna have to figure out
a way to change that.

Sue Ellen.

I read that terrible story in the paper
about you.

You must feel just awful.

I'm so sorry for you.

I don't know what would make
Cliff Barnes say such a dreadful thing.

You'd love it if all that were true,
wouldn't you?

Sue Ellen, how can you say that?
Of course not.

You think that J.R. would throw me out
and you'd have him all to yourself.

Well, you don't know him as well
as you think you do.

- Hope I haven't kept you waiting too long.
- No, not at all.

Won't you sit down, please, Mrs. Ewing.

Now, I've had all the papers drawn up.

We are suing Cliff Barnes
and The Dallas Press...

...for invasion of privacy
and defamation of character.

Just forget about The Dallas Press.

- All I want is Barnes.
- Don't you worry about that.

Now, we are alleging actual damages
of $500,000.

After all, you both have very prominent
positions in the community.

Well, actually, I don't see any reason
why I need to be here.

It's your character that's been defamed.
You have to initiate the lawsuit.

But there haven't been
any actual damages.

Hasn't this caused you considerable
suffering and mental anguish?

- Of course.
- You deserve to be compensated for it.

Now, in addition, we are asking
for punitive damages of $ 1 million.

- Does that sound all right?
- Yeah. That's fine, Harve.

Now, we know he doesn't have
that kind of money...

...and it will undoubtedly drive him
into bankruptcy.

But it should kill all political aspirations
for a long time.

And now if you'll just sign
by the X, please.

I don't think this is the best way
to go about it.

Sue Ellen's got a point.
Newspaper's gonna make a field day.

We can take it, J.R.

My mama says a lady doesn't
dignify an insult by answering it.

J.R., will you tell your wife to sign the
damn paper so we can get out of here?

Do like Daddy says.

Sue Ellen, sign it.

Go on.

You know, you get a lot of enemies
in this business.

You gotta show them
they can't get by with a thing.

We're home, Miss Ellie.

How about a drink, J.R.?

- I'll be with you in a couple minutes, Dad.
- All right.

- You really got us in a mess this time.
- I didn't wanna sign those papers.

- You made me do it.
- What kind of choice did I have?

Well, perhaps you'd like me
to tell your daddy that Cliff Barnes...

...actually is the father
of his precious little grandchild.

None of this would have happened
if you hadn't been whoring around.

It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be all right.

Well, it all looks perfectly legal.

He must've gone to a lot of trouble
to launder that money.

Unless...

Think your campaign manager
could've been in with him?

- Not a chance.
- He's engaged to the Ewing girl, I hear.

That's exactly why
J.R. hates him so much.

Oh, Daddy, you remember Barry Lester?
He was my roommate in law school.

He's legal counsel for Senator Darbonne's
ethics committee.

Good to see you again, Mr. Barnes.

- Got something on the Ewings?
- I'm afraid not.

I'll get that.

Listen, Barry, how about a call
to the Federal Elections Commission?

Anything they turn up will reflect on you
because you were the candidate.

Look, I can't let J.R.
get away with this.

It's for you, hand-delivered.

What's that?

Sue Ellen is suing Cliff.

Suing Cliff?

She took your son.
You ought to be suing her for...

What do you call it? Custody.

I don't have a prayer of getting custody
with a married couple.

Well, in New York recently...

...an unwed father sued
for custody of his child and won.

That's New York.
It'd never work in Texas.

You probably wouldn't get custody,
but if you could prove paternity...

...you might get visitation rights.

Hey, wouldn't that be
rubbing J.R.'s nose in it, though?

You showing up every Sunday
to pick up your son?

He's my son.

Let's draw up the papers.

I'm glad you waited.
I had to talk to you.

- You've seen the papers?
- Yes.

Is it true?

It could be.

That's why I wanted to see you.

To explain why I can't risk
seeing you anymore.

Right now.

Later, when all this is settled...

You understand?

Sure.

This is such a mess, Dusty,
and I don't wanna drag you into it.

But later, when it's all over,
I'll give you a call.

What's wrong?

You must think I'm really dumb.

Why? What do you mean?

I thought I was rescuing you
from a bad marriage.

- You are.
- Come off it.

How many of these little affairs
have you had?

You're wrong, Dusty.

Very wrong.

Thank you.

Jordan Lee called again, Dad.

Sure never gives up, does he?

- What did he want?
- A share in the Asian wells.

- Good morning, everyone.
- Good morning, Harve.

What's happened?
You serve those papers?

One of my clerks did yesterday,
with some very surprising results.

What is this?

Cliff Barnes has initiated
a custody suit.

No.

He's gotta be out of his mind.

Be that as it may, he's asking
for blood tests to prove paternity.

Never.

It's humiliating.

It's degrading.

Can they force us to take them?

No, no one can force you.

But if you refuse
independent medical examination...

...you could lose the case by default.

And Cliff Barnes would get custody
of my grandson.

The court would wonder
why you refused the tests...

...and anything's possible.

It's inhuman. I won't do it.

- J.R.
- Yeah, I better go see how she is.

Thanks, Harve. See you at the office.

All right, Jock.

Morning, everyone.

Sue Ellen.

What are we gonna do, J.R.?

Well, I don't think
we really have a choice, do we?

You've gotta do something.

Well, I tell you what I'm gonna do.

If these tests embarrass me publicly,
and it's proven that Cliff Barnes...

...is the father of that child...

...I am gonna get the quickest divorce
in the history of the state of Texas...

...and you, my dear, can walk the streets
before I'll give you a dime.

J.R. Ewing.

Thank you.

I don't understand why the courts
wouldn't let us see our own doctor.

Obviously, they were afraid
you'd bribe him.

Well, I don't want the baby exposed
to all these germs here.

- Mr. and Mrs. Ewing.
- Yeah?

- I'm Dr. Miles. We're ready for you.
- All right, thank you.

Grandma?

Grandma, what do you think?

Well, I think it has
a rather limited usefulness.

- Why, what a surprise.
- We didn't expect to see you here.

Where did you expect to see us?

This must be a terrible time
for you, Miss Ellie.

We're all gonna miss Sue Ellen
tomorrow night at the DOA dinner.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, with all the goings-on in the papers,
I hardly think she'd be comfortable there.

Why, she wouldn't miss it for the world.

- We're all going. Aren't we, Lucy?
- Of course.

We're buying some new clothes
for the occasion.

Yeah, how do you like this one?
For me, of course, you know.

Well, it's interesting.

We'd love to have you
at our table, Miss Ellie.

Thank you, Marilee,
but the whole family will be there.

I imagine we'll take up
a whole table by ourselves.

But why don't you stop by the ranch
for cocktails first.

We've invited a few friends.

- You're having a party?
- Six-thirty, tomorrow.

- Linda?
- Well, that sounds just fine.

I'm sure my husband will be delighted.

- Good. We'll see you then. Bye.
- Bye.

- Who'd have thought?
- Honey, the Ewings have nerves of steel.

Grandma, you were terrific.

I thought so. But I've faced
worse scandals than this.

No one's ever made a Ewing
back down yet.

I doubt if they ever will.

- Are you sure you don't like this?
- No.

You may not wear that horrible dress.

Sue Ellen?

I didn't expect anybody to be out here.

Are you all right?

No, not really.

I just can't help thinking about
how many lives I've messed up.

Cliff's, J.R.'s, mine.

Maybe even the baby's.

Nobody ever solved anything
by worrying about the past.

I just never expected my life
to turn out like this.

When do the results of the test come in?

Tomorrow morning.

Whatever the results, we'll stand by you.

Well, maybe you will.

You're family,
and that's good enough for me.

Yes. But not for long.

Bobby, I don't know what to do.

I don't have anyone to go to.

No place to go to.

- J.R., gonna do that tomorrow, you hear?
- Yes, sir.

I expect you all at the DOA dinner tonight.
I reserved a table.

I'll get it, Lucy. I'll get it.

Miss Ellie, I don't think
that I'm up for that.

You will be.

We've got to show the world
the Ewings are a united family.

That's right.
Not one to back off from a fight.

People will be coming for cocktails
about 6:30...

...so you men manage
to leave the office early.

I'll see to it, Mama.

You too, Pam.

Yes, Miss Ellie.

That was Harve Smithfield.
Courts called with the results of the test.

They were inconclusive.

Both men have the same blood types.

- Well, that means we won.
- Yeah.

Harve says by law, the baby
is presumed to be the husband's...

...until proven otherwise.
- No, J.R., you haven't won yet.

The court ordered new tests.
More sophisticated ones.

I want you to hold this piece of cotton,
Mr. Ewing, so the blood stops.

- All right.
- Would you sit down, Mrs. Ewing?

What happened to the tests
that we took yesterday?

That was a simple blood-group
genotyping test.

Quite often in a case like this it's
sufficient, but unfortunately, not this time.

How many times are we gonna
have to put up with this indignity?

This is the last time.

We'll use this as a sample
and run a battery of gene-marker tests.

- Well, how long is this gonna take?
- We'll do the tests immediately.

Could be a couple of hours
or as long as three weeks.

It all depends on which test hits.

Well, I hope we can get
some sort of priority on this.

The strain of the scandal's
been difficult for my wife.

Of course. We'll do our best.

I knew I could count on you, doctor.

I just wanted you to know that we Ewings
always remember the people who help us.

You can count on my impartiality,
Mr. Ewing.

If you'll roll up your sleeve, Mrs. Ewing.

That's what I meant.
All I need is your impartiality.

- Hey, Daddy, you home?
- Yeah, I'm home.

- You been to that blood doctor again?
- Yeah.

I don't like it. I don't like any doctors.

Yeah, but this time, they're on our side.

Dr. Miles is gonna prove
that child's mine.

- When?
- Soon.

Then you'll have that grandson you
wanted. You'll like that, won't you?

Well, it looks like Jock Ewing's
gonna lose this one.

Say...

...the baby all right?
I mean, is he healthy?

So far, we've been lucky.

Well, I was only supposed to work
for Ewing Oil temporarily...

...but I've been having
such a good time...

...that I've practically put all thoughts
of school right out of my head.

Well, I don't know how J.R. does it...

...but he always manages to find
the prettiest ladies to work for him.

Must be a pleasure to come into the office
every morning and see you first thing.

- Why, thank you, Mr. Bradley.
- Now, you can call me Andy, sugar.

Sara's sorry she couldn't be here,
Miss Ellie.

She asked me especially to give you
her regrets.

- How is she feeling?
- Bored, mostly.

The doctor insists she stick to her bed.

The baby's due in just a few weeks now,
and with her history...

- I'll come see her in a few days.
- She'd like that.

I can't understand
how an intelligent lady...

...like you doesn't have a hand
in the business.

Well, now that Daddy's gone,
you never know.

The company's really mine.

I understand. Here you go.

Sue Ellen, are you feeling all right?

Just fine, Pam.

Have you met my fiancé?
Linda Bradley, this is Alan Beam.

- How do you do?
- I've waited for this moment.

I've been hearing
the most interesting things about you.

Lucy always manages to find
the most intriguing young men.

- Have you set the date yet?
- No, not yet.

Can't be soon enough for me, though.

- Okay, thank you, Sally.
- Well, you make a most attractive couple.

- Thank you.
- Thank you. I think so.

- J.R.
- Yes, sir?

- That was Harve's secretary.
- Yeah?

The first tests were conclusive.
Harve's on his way here with the results.

Did she say who the father was?

He didn't tell her anything.
He didn't have to, Marilee.

We all know that boy is J.R.'s son.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

My husband says, give me one drink,
and I'll say all kinds of foolishness.

Naturally, he's J.R.'s son.

I wanna talk to you, J.R.

Sue Ellen, telephone.

Thank you, Lucy.

Sounds like the same man that called.

You know, the husband
of your old college girlfriend?

Hello?

- Sue Ellen, I had to call. I hope it's okay.
- Dusty.

I had to tell you how sorry I am
about the other day.

I didn 't mean what I was saying.
I was jealous. I'll make it up to you.

I love you, Sue Ellen.

That's nice to hear.

Are you all right?

I'm better now.

Just remember this:

I'll be right here if you need me.

No matter what happens.

I appreciate that.

I think we can make it.

I know we can.

Sue Ellen, everybody's
been asking for you, honey.

I'll be there in a minute, J.R.

Thank you so much for calling.
I'm sorry you won't make it tonight.

Sue Ellen, wait.

I'll be seeing you soon.

Bye.

Sue Ellen.

It was one of the girls from the DOA,
sending her regrets.

Well, you wanna be there
when Harve Smithfield arrives, don't you?

Now, come on.

- I did not do that.
- Sure you did.

He's lying, don't believe him.

This is just awful.

Mr. Smithfield.

I've just talked to Dr. Miles,
and the first test was conclusive.

- Well?
- There's no doubt about it.

J. R...

...you are the daddy.

But of course, we've known that
all the time, haven't we, eh?

Well, I never could figure out why that boy
wanted a blood test anyway.

Well, maybe he hoped you'd all refuse
to take the test.

- Who knows.
- I think this calls for a toast.

Come on in here, everybody.
Raoul, where are you? Bring in the drinks.

- Come on.
- We've got a little surprise for you folks.

All right, now, let's just have it quiet
for just a minute.

I've got a little announcement to make.

The blood test proved...

...that Cliff Barnes is a liar.

- How about that?
- Now, hold it.

Now I'd like to propose a toast
to John Ross Ewing III.

I'll drink to that, Dad.

J.R.'s son...

...and my grandson.

All right, everybody, have a good time.
Move around.

It was ridiculous. I don't know why we
had to go through with all that anyhow.

You know, I was really beginning to think
that Cliff was telling the truth.

Come on.

This is gonna nail Barnes.
I want you in my office tomorrow.

We'll go over the details
for this lawsuit.

I figure $ 1.5 million ought
to seal his coffin, right, Daddy?

- I agree.
- Yes, yes, it should.

Now, wait a minute.
I'm the one that's suing him, aren't I?

That's right.

I hope you can spare some time tomorrow
to attend the strategy meeting.

Well, the fact is that Mr. Barnes
is suffering from delusions.

The idea that he's the father
of little John...

...is obviously not the thinking
of a sane man.

J.R., you have already ruined his career.

- Isn't that quite enough?
- Hell, no, it's not enough.

Well, it is for me, and I am dropping
this embarrassing lawsuit.

Now, just a blame minute, Sue Ellen.

Don't you see?
It's the only gracious thing to do.

I hear you.

Yeah.

Cliff, are you there?

Did you hear?

Yeah.

Just now.

I just don't believe it.

You know how many years
that J.R. and she were married...

...before she met me?

J.R. must've gotten to the doctor,
paid him off.

That's impossible. You know it, Cliff.

Yeah, I know.

Well, at least we know the baby
won't die.

What?

He can't have
inherited neurofibromatosis.

Oh, yeah, right, because he's not mine.

I'm sorry, Cliff.

- I just thought...
- You thought I'd wanna celebrate...

...that J.R. has a healthy baby?

Nope.

You can't be that bitter.

You can't hold it
against that little baby.

Pam, he has taken everything.

He gets it all.

Now, they'll probably go ahead
and have more children.

I won't dare to.

Ever.

I am sorry, Cliff.

Finish your drinks.
We don't wanna miss the award dinner.

- Grandma, do I really have to go?
- You certainly do.

You and Alan can ride with us.

Hey, it might be fun.

- Where's J.R.?
- He said to go on without him.

He'll catch up.

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