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If you wanna cutoff
the supply of Arab oil...

there are several
things that can be done.

But it can be done.

We're talking about Bobby,
who I loved, who I love new.

There, I've said it.

Take that check
and change your life.

- That's him.
- Who?

The man who's been following me.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

You never should
have been in here.

Where did you get these?

You wanna cutoff the
world's supply of Arab oil...

there are several
things you can do.

One of things would be to lay about
a $100-million donation on Israel.

- That might get it taken care of.
- Hmm.

But short of that, there are
people who might be able...

to take care of what
you need to have done.

Like B.D. Calhoun?

ED. is a good man.

How did you happen to
come up with that name?

Oh, just in conversation.

I had lunch with
General Longley recently.

Oh, how is the
general these days?

Ha-ha. As audacious as ever.

He has some answers
for the Arabs, I'll tell you.

You know, I think they
retired him too soon.

Well, I could put you in
touch with ED. Calhoun.

He and I worked together
before I retired from the agency.

But whoever you do go to...

they're gonna
require several things.

There are a lot of details.

You're gonna have to have a lot
of cash ready at a moment's notice.

And I do mean a lot of cash.

But it can be done?

Oh, yeah, it can be done.

Thank you, Gordon.
I appreciate it.

I just may move on this.

- You know where I live.
- Yeah, indeed I do.

- Sly?
- Yes, sir?

Hey, get a hold of Hen Helmut
Kronkel at my bank in Zurich, would you?

Yes, sir.

We have the meeting with
the lobby. Did you forget?

Oh, yeah, right. All right.

Ahem. Sly, cancel
that call till later.

Yes, sir.

We cannot compete
with the Arabs.

I mean, you can dig for
oil with a teacup in Iran.

Now, what we have to do is
convince the American public...

that we need to
spend more for oil.

Otherwise, there is not going to
be an oil industry in this country.

Now, can you imagine
what kind of a bill...

we're gonna get from
the Arabs then, huh?

Well, that's the message that we
have to get out and to the right people.

I mean, I have already been making calls
to Washington to try to set up offices...

put people on the payroll.
Just get the ball rolling.

We're gonna need
money for public relations...

television time,
campaign contributions.

You name it and we're
gonna need the money for it.

Hold it. Hold,
hold, hold, hold on.

Wait a minute. This is out
of control. Out of control.

You got payroll, offices. We
have not discussed any of this.

Cliff, we all knew that it was
gonna be expensive, not cheap.

Cheap? Look, I don't... About
expense... Look, we... No.

We need a line of authority.

We need communication.
Now, this committee...

This tariff is kind of like my
baby and I wanna make sure...

that it grows up right, in
all due respect to Donna.

Donna, you have
my deepest respect.

- I'm on my way.
- Where are you going?

Didn't I tell you? This group couldn't
organize a walk around the block.

We knew it wasn't gonna be
easy. You got a better idea?

We'll see. You can waste your time
here if you want to, but I'm on my way.

Sometimes it takes a man's
hand to get things done.

Look, wait, wait. All I'm saying,
Donna. Is this is the oil business.

Now, you've made your
mark in other businesses.

That's true, you got your big toe in the
oil business a little bit with Krebbs 1.

But how many barrels
does that produce a day?

Cliff, my credentials are not
measured in barrels per day.

That is not what I am
bringing to Washington.

And I didn't come here to audition.
Now, get on with this program...

or you can have this committee,
lock, stock and confusion.

You see? Wait, wait, wait.
You see? That's it. That's it.

She's getting emotional, but
that's... She can't help that.

You know, that's just women.

But that's what I'm saying.
That's why you need a man.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

In case anybody's interested, I'll
tell you what Ewing Oil's gonna do.

I believe in Donna Krebbs and I'll
a write a check for the whole thing...

but we're sending
Donna to Washington.

For all the reasons we've gone
over and over and over again...

she is the best
person for the job.

Now, you can all join me
and make this a united effort...

or you can hang back and keep
all this confusion going, as you like.

But I'm going forward.

You can be in or
out. It's up to you.

- Count me in, Bobby.
- We can.

- I'll stay in.
- Good. Good. Good.

Thank you. Thank
you. Good to see you.

Thanks.

Thank you. Yes, thank you.

Charlie, I'm here.

Charlie, I'm over here.

Hello, Jenna.

Oh, I thought you
were my daughter.

Maybe I should have
called first. I meant to.

It's okay.

Oh, bad timing, huh?

What do you want me to say?

One of us should
make the first move.

We're bound to run into
one another sooner or later.

I don't think we'll be traveling around
the same social circles from now on.

I know how you feel.

Oh, do you?

I know you were
going to many Bobby...

and I know it could
have turned out that way.

Don't ask me to be a good sport.

We're not playing bingo.
We're talking about a lifetime.

And I know that.

We're talking about
Bobby, who I loved...

who I love new.

There, I've said it.

I just wanted you to
know that I understand.

Then can you understand
that I can't look at you...

without seeing him with you.

That I can't put my
head on a pillow at night...

without having all those
pictures in my mind.

Look, I'm sure it was
hard for you to come here.

I'm sure I should be adult
about the whole thing too.

But I just really wish
you would leave.

- Cliff? Jack Ewing's here to see you.
- Send him in.

What do I pay you for, girl?

Thank you.

- Hi, Cliff.
- Jack, it's good to see you. Come on in.

- How you doing?
- Good. Have you had lunch yet?

- I got a lot of rice.
- No, I'm fine.

I can get Jackie...

I'm fine. I'll pick
something up later on.

Well, I'm listening.

To the point. I like that.

Without the birdseed, Cliff.

You said you can make me an offer
that I couldn't refuse, to coin a phrase.

So here I am.

Sweet and simple.

See that little piece
of paper on my desk?

Do you know what that
little piece of paper is?

That's a check for about
a half a million bucks.

Who's it made out to?

Is a check with my name on it
supposed to make me tum into jelly?

Come on, I'm not
that big of a hick.

No, no. I don't mean a
hick. No, I mean smart.

Smart man.

Smart enough to pick up that
check, put it in your pocket...

and walk out of this
doc! And give up nothing.

- Nothing?
- That's the beauty of it.

Yeah, I'll still pay
you top dollar later.

That is kind of an option...

when you sell your
share of Ewing Oil...

the name of the buyer
is Barnes, not Ewing.

What do you say?

Jack, look, let me tell
you, when I was poor...

when I was out there
grubbing around...

I took a lot of guff
from a lot of people.

But not today.

I walk down the
street, people smile.

They tip their hats
and they say, "Yes, sir.“

Go ahead, take that
check, change your life.

Five hundred thousand dollars.
You're not poor relation anymore.

You know what, Cliff?

You make a real
good point there.

Rich man. Heh-heh.

Cheers.

Oh, it's beautiful.
You've gotta have it.

Ha-ha-ha. All right.
Sold. Put a how on it...

- and send the paperwork to my office.
- Excellent. Thank you.

We're gonna need a couple
of hours to prepare the car.

I'll see you this afternoon.

- A pleasure doing business with you, sir.
- Yeah.

That is the most beautiful
car I've ever seen.

Yeah. It's American. These
days we gotta buy American.

- That's him.
- Who?

I told you. The man who's
been following me, that's him.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Hey, fella? Hold up there.

Hey you.

You've been following
my lady friend? Why?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- We're talking about you following her.

I'm looking for a car.
I'm not following anybody.

- That's not what she says.
- That's her problem.

I wanna know who you
are and what you want.

I ask you a question...

I want an answer.

Put another hand on me
and I'll take it off at the elbow.

J.R., are you all right?
What did that man say to you?

Don't worry about it,
darling. I'll take care of him.

Maybe I shouldn't have
gone to see Jenna...

but I thought it would
smooth things over.

I guess it's just too soon.

Well, she's still hurt.

It was nice of you to try but...

Mm. Bad timing.

Did you know she's in Braddock?

Yeah, I heard.

Anyway, after I went to see
her, I was so in the dumps...

I did the only sensible thing.

- What?
- I went shopping.

Absolutely, what else?

Our wedding is coming and nothing,
I mean nothing, is going to spoil it.

I know how much Jenna hurts.

I know how long it's gonna
take her to get over it, but...

This may sound cruel, Bobby. I'm
glad it's her getting over it and not me.

There are no
words. I'm so happy.

Yeah. So am I.

Mommy, Mommy.

- Well, that ends that.
- Postpones that.

Hi, champ.

Aah. How are you?

- All dressed for bed, huh?
- Mm-hm.

What do you say, I go tuck you
in before Mommy and I go out?

- Okay.
- Okay, come on.

Night.

- No, take it away from me.
- I have just a couple.

- I can't put this in the refrigerator.
- Have them bronzed...

- make a doorstep out of it. Away.
- Charlie?

- No, thanks.
- No, thank you.

I have apple pie for dessert.

- Ooh.
- Heh.

- Maybe just a little coffee?
- Maybe just.

- Can I go out for a little while?
- After the dishes.

Mom, it's gonna be late.

Charlie, please don't
start with me, all right?

I've had enough
headaches for the day.

Thank you.

Why don't we go inside and
sit and I'll bring in the coffee?

You'll have to excuse Charlie
for her spoiled-brat routine.

Heh.

Oh, she wasn't much
in the way of cheerful.

Well, she didn't like
moving from Southfork.

And she's definitely
letting me know about it.

She thinks her
room is too small.

She doesn't like her school and
doesn't like her friends anymore.

And I certainly don't like
some of her new friends.

- She'll settle in.
- Or I'll get gray before my time.

I'm already feeling
thoroughly frazzled.

Well, you look beautiful.

Thank you.

I could have used you this afternoon
when Pam came by dressed to the nines.

And, naturally,
caught me at my worst.

What was Pam doing in Braddock?

Carrying an olive branch.

Oh, her intentions were good...

but Pam is a very gracious
winner. I'm not a very gracious loser.

Loser?

You wanna hear
something real funny?

Way back, once upon a time...

Pam was my girl.

I lost her to Bobby.

That's when they got
married that first time around.

I guess all of God's children got
something in common, huh? Heh.

Charlie.

Mm-hm. Yes, it's very nice.

Designed to keep out
the winter cold, no doubt.

- At least to warm things up.
- Indeed.

Usually, these kinds of garments would
be promoted in direct-mail catalogs...

some of those skin
magazines, that sort of thing.

That is the most
cost-effective...

but you say that's exactly
what you don't want.

I want a campaign that
puts Valentine Lingerie...

right into the laps
of the respected.

I want...

I want ads in all the
so-called slick magazines.

I wanna come on to
the scene with a splash.

I want it to be sensational.

I see. Well, just how
sensational are we talking about?

Money is no object.

Well, at that price,
sensational it will be.

And I want models to
promote the line. I want a look.

I'll line up some girls for
your approval, right away.

And the models should
look like the lingerie:

Trashy, you know?
Trash with class?

Men seem to like that type.

- Ray.
- Bobby.

Well, the place looks real good.

Yeah, it's coming right along.

Now, if I could just get
somebody to live in it.

Donna's got her politics
to keep her warm.

What brings you this way?

Well, I heard that you
helped Jenna get moved in.

I wanted to let you
know it was appreciated.

Nothing to it.

Look, Ray, for obvious reasons,
I can't look in on them right now.

But I'd consider it a personal
favor if you'd look in on her...

and make sure she has
whatever she needs...

whatever the expense.
Just let me know.

Don't worry about it.
I'll take care of it, Bob.

Whatever it costs,
I'd like to do it.

Don't worry yourself about
it. I said I'd take care of it.

The nurseryman said I'd
have more fruit from this tree...

than I could ever eat.

I pictured my son...

picking me some. Is
that too much to ask?

- You met Wes Parmalee?
- Well, I have now.

Wes Parmalee, Bobby Ewing.

- I'm sure glad to meet you, Bobby.
- Pleasure's mine.

I wouldn't worry, Ray.
You'll be picking fruit...

just like the nurseryman said.

It's gonna take a little
time. See you all later.

Take it easy.

So that's the Bobby Ewing
I've been hearing so much about.

That's him, all right.

Hi.

What's for supper?

I don't know what you're having
but I'd like your head on a platter.

Are we upset about something?

No, I always talk this way.

Obviously, I'm upset. Jack told
me about your meeting yesterday.

He told me about the
money you gave to him.

- That's light enough.
- How could you do that to Jack?

Hey, I made him a rich man.

You mouse-trapped him
with that half a million dollars.

Well, I wish somebody
would mouse-trap me like that.

You know. I finally
got my brother back...

and now you're
gonna ruin it for me.

With 10 percent of Ewing
Oil, Jack is part of something.

That money will just bum a hole in
his pocket. He'll drift away forever.

Hey, damn it. Listen, why
aren't you ever on my side, huh?

I am out there
every day, every day.

I am fighting the world,
making hard decisions...

trying to build up my company...

and you never give me
the support that I deserve.

You sit around here
and you cry in your beer.

What about me,
huh? What about me?

Me, me, me. That's the
only song you ever sing.

If just once you'd use the word
“we," we might have a marriage.

But maybe you don't want that.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Oh.

- Donna, how are you?
- Oh, it's so good to see you.

Well, you just look glorious.

- Thank you.
- But that's as usual. You never change.

Well, uh... I think I'm
gonna change a little.

Oh.

Next summer, you're going to have a
little stepbrother or a little stepsister.

- You're pregnant.
- Yeah.

Well, I'll be darned.

- Oh, that is terrific. Congratulations.
- Thanks.

Ray must be thrilled.

Uh...

Yeah, he's really excited.

Well, why the long face?

Well, it's no secret. Ray
and I are having problems.

- I'm sorry.
- Aren't we all?

Maybe under the circumstances...

a stint in Washington is
out of the picture, huh?

I think, under the circumstances, it's
just exactly what the doctor ordered.

Good.

Dave Culver. Are you gonna
stand there talking all day?

Oh. Miss Ellie. How are you?

- Oh, I'm glad to see you.
- So good to see you.

- Good to see you. Come on in.
- Sure.

Oh, it's good to see you.

Just let me answer a few
messages, return some phone calls...

and I promise I will give
you the finest lunch...

- you have had all day.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Would you arrange
lunch at the Oil Baron's?

- Yes, sir.
- Okay.

- You're Mr. Ewing?
- Yes.

I saw your picture in the papers.
It's wrong for me to be here.

- She insisted on seeing you.
- I have to get back.

Hold it, hold it, whoa.

- She insists on seeing you.
- Yeah, so I gather.

Uh...

Okay. My office?

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Phyllis.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- I'm really very sorry.
- No.

Listen, you have my
undivided attention.

What can I do for you?

This is my fiancée.

Anything you have to say to me
can certainly be said in front of her.

I'm Mrs. Scotfield.

- Okay.
- Mark Scotfield?

My husband was the man who
caused that fire at your Navarro fields.

Well, what do you expect
me to say about that?

The arraignment is tomorrow.

Ewing Oil is a big
power in that county.

I went to see a lawyer.

He tells me, he thinks the judge
will hang him from the highest tree.

Well, I think that's
exactly as it should be.

I'm sorry. Were you expecting
me to say something else?

I guess you haven't been
laid off in quite a while.

I guess all your bills
are just paid ahead.

Mrs. Scotfield, I
think you're out of line.

Now, look, if you have
a reason to be here...

I wish you'd tell me what it is.

I came to ask your help.

I think that's a
remarkable thing.

Now, on what basis can you
possibly ask me to help you?

Are you gonna tell me your
husband didn't mean to do it?

I'm sure he's a good
husband, a wonderful provider...

- but he happens to have...
- He was drunk.

- Ah.
- No, he never drinks.

Well, I don't mean to be rude...

The bank sent us a letter. They
were gonna take our mobile home back.

We just got it.

We're just getting ahead.

And he never drinks...

except that you
shut that field down.

These are tough times.

They're tough for oilmen
and they're tough for farmers.

And, believe me, I feel for
people that are having it tough.

You don't go around blowing up
things because you're down on your luck.

It's a miracle someone
wasn't killed in that explosion.

Don't you see?

He did it when no one
was around. Even drunk...

It's a miracle that a fireman was
not killed trying to put out the blaze.

That's exactly what he said. Those
were his exact words the next day.

He couldn't bear
that he had done that.

That's why he turned himself in.

He turned himself in?

Yes.

He was crying.

I'd never seen him cry before.

Mrs. Scotfield...

this is not a simple matter.

I couldn't dismiss
this even if I wanted to.

You could help.
Ewing Oil is a power.

It's a criminal matter now.
It's in the hands of the law.

If you could just talk to him...

it you could just see
the kind of man that he is.

Mr. Ewing...

what am I gonna do if
my husband's in prison?

What are my kids gonna
do without a daddy?

- If you could talk to him, that's all.
- How can I do that?

Uh...

What's the use?

Damn it.

Bobby.

You have to go down there. You
can't just disregard that woman.

Pamela, please.

I know it doesn't make any sense,
and I know what he did was wrong...

and maybe I'm just being
female and sentimental.

Call it whatever you want...

just talk to the man.

All right.

We'll go see him
tomorrow morning.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello. End-of-month bills.
Mr. Fallow said just bring them on in.

Ha. Oh, it's that time
again. Thank you.

Paydays seem to
come faster and faster.

Beautiful home you
have here, Miss Ellie.

Beautiful family.

Good place, good people.

Thank you. I'm glad
you're comfortable here.

Clayton and Ray can't
say enough good about you.

I hope you'll be
around for a while.

I surely will. Good day, ma'am.

- Uh, Wes?
- Yes, ma'am?

Do I know you from somewhere?

I have the strangest
feeling that we've met before.

I guess I just have
that kind of face.

We're giving you a
variety of looks here.

Now, that girl is very exotic.

Extraordinary figure,
wouldn't you say?

Ah. Now there is a sensuous
face, that girl-next-door quality.

We're trying to
appeal to a broad base.

Now, secret woman.

The unattainable,
the unimaginable.

By day, she's an executive,
the modem woman on the go...

and by night...

Well, by night,
men are her slaves.

Stop. Just stop.

Horace, kill the music.

Well, thank you all very much.

I take it you didn't see
the concept you wanted.

Mr. Barton, I don't
want any concept at all.

And I don't want pop psychology.

And, please, spare me today's
“modem woman on the go.“

I am selling sex.

Well, yes, of course, it's
always been a big seller.

The Valentine Girl...

and let's call her that...

the Valentine Girl
should... exude sex.

The suggestion should be
that she is, in every way...

available.

But not cheap.

Oh, no, no.

But she should be
instantly recognizable.

A sex symbol.

A sex object.

The look should say:

“That's what she's there for...

that's what she's good for.“

Chauvinistic for the
'805. It's interesting.

Some things never change.

Trash... but with class.

Well, we are beaming
at an upscale market.

The man of accomplishment,
the man of society.

- You know, what he wants...
- Mr. Barton...

I'm a woman.

I know my audience.

Yes, of course.

In fact, the other day I found a girl
who was modeling at a restaurant...

who fits all the particulars.

I took her name.

Aah. That certainly
makes my job easier.

Who is this lucky lady we're
going to make so famous?

Her name is Winger.

Mandy Winger.

Hmm. Thank you.

Thank you.

Excuse me. I'll
be right with you.

Well, J.R. Eating all
by your lonesome?

Where's Mandy? Everything's
all right between you two, isn't it?

Mandy's just
fine. She's at work.

Is there a convention in
town? Or maybe the fleet's in?

Not that it's any of your business,
but Mandy is with her agent...

discussing a very
important modeling job.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

Modeling? Let me
guess, mattresses?

You don't have any class,
Sue Ellen. You never have.

I took lessons from you all these years.
I guess I must have learned very well.

The only thing you ever learned is
that vodka doesn't smell on your breath.

Basically, the same city...

- it always has been.
- I think so.

- Donna? Now, don't you forget to write.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Nice meeting you, Dave.
- Nice meeting you.

Bye. Bye, Donna.

Give me a minute.

Take all the time you need.

Hi.

Hi. Uh...

There's something...

I feel kind of awkward coming
to say goodbye to my own wife.

No reason for that.

Do you have to do this?

Yes.

It's important.

And what about the baby?

I wouldn't do anything
to hurt the baby.

I promise not to
leave him anywhere.

Or her.

You know...

they say that babies are
supposed to bring luck.

Did you ever hear that?
That's what they say.

It's gonna be hard up
there in Washington.

I'm gonna need some luck.

Wish me some?

Donna Krebbs, out
to save the world.

Please, wish me some luck.

Donna, oil goes up and oil goes down,
and the world goes round and round...

but all that really matters...

is that little baby
that you're carrying.

Chuck all this.

Come home with me.
Come and be my wife again.

I never stopped being your wife.

Well, we got a real different
opinion about what it is to be a wife.

Are you living in my house?

Are you sleeping in my bed?

I could do that.

But you see...

you want me to just let
the rest of the world go by.

You want me to give up
the things that I believe in.

I can't do that.

Well, then you just go on.

You ride on out of here.

Go, knock the world over, then.

Mr. Ewing, I just knew
that you'd come here.

I just had a sense about it.

Well, a pretty accurate sense
it it brought you to the airstrip.

Oh, when you called to let them
know, the word just spread around.

I mean, they're all talking about
it, you coming here in person...

I'd just assume the men didn't
know that I was gonna be here.

Wait till my husband
sees you. Heh.

Oh, he has been in such despair.

I'm not sure that my coming
here is gonna change anything.

I just wanna talk to the prosecuting
attorney and get some details.

I certainly don't want some judge
thinking he's gonna impress Ewing Oil.

Mr. Ewing? I'd like
to speak to you, sir.

Sure. Excuse me.

You convinced him to
come down here, didn't you?

Well, I suppose I did.

Well, I'm so sorry for the
way I acted in that office.

- It's all right.
- No.

You would do the
same thing for your man.

Yes. Heh.

It's just, you know,
what a thing this is.

My Mark is sitting there in that jail
cell and got such along face, you know?

As steady as he is, you
know. Every Friday night...

he's got that paycheck
right there on that table.

And in all the years we've been
married, he has never hit me.

Yes?

Mr. Marsh just
came from the jail.

Oh, he talked to my husband?

I think we better
go there right away.

Straight there?

What's the matter?

Mrs. Scotfield, your
husband's dead.

Oh-

What?

Yes, he hung
himself in the jail cell.

- Oh, my God.
- I'm sorry.

No.

No, I... He's upset.

Oh, please, no.

Oh, please, no, I... Oh.

Shh. No.

No.

No, Mark.

No.

No, Mark.

They're here. They came.

Hey, Bill, I've been
looking for Mr. Fallow.

He's supposed to be down
this way with Wes Parmalee.

Yes, ma'am, I did see him. I believe
they went over to Mr. Parmalee's.

- Oh, fine. Thanks very much. Bye.
- Mm-hm.

Oh, J.R...

if you don't stop feeding me like
this, I'm gonna be out of a career.

Ha-ha-ha. You're on
to my plan, are you?

I don't like sharing
you with the world.

If I can't talk you out
of a modeling career...

I'm gonna to try to
feed you out of one.

Oh.

- I'm so full.
- I want you to go to your apartment.

- Go on.
- What?

Go to your
apartment, sweetheart.

- J.R., what is it?
- Just go on. Do what I'm telling you.

All right, go on.

- What is this? What do you want?
- Shut your mouth.

The question is,
what do you want?

You, huh? That's what this is.

It's nice being rich.
Got your own pet cops.

Mind your manners, boy.

Who are you?

Okay, you're gonna
check the ID anyway.

That is procedure.

Carl Huckstead, private
investigator, license number 68936.

Private investigator?

That's what it says.

Tell your girlfriend to relax.
No one's after her body.

What do you want with her?

Her and you.

We're supposed to keep track,
keep a record. Nothing fancy.

Who are you
keeping a record for?

I don't disclose the name of my
clients. It's a matter of principle.

I'm just trying to earn a
living, you know what I mean?

Who hired you?

Forget it, Harry.

Only one person who'd be interested
in what I'm doing with my friend.

It's my wife, isn't it?

Look at the
expression on his face.

You better never
play poker, Huckstead.

Thank you, Harry.

- I don't wanna see you around anymore.
- No.

- Mandy Winger doesn't wanna see you.
- Right.

If I ever see you hanging around
us again, it won't be the police...

it'll be my own
private security.

And they'll make sure you're not walking
behind us. You won't be walking at all.

Now, you get my
meaning, don't you?

Good. You have a
nice day, Huckstead.

Wes?

Where did you get these?

You never should
have been in here.

These are letters to my husband.

They were lost in South
America, where my husband died.

What are you doing with them?

This is the last thing I wanted.

These are my husband's
things. His buckle, his knife.

Where did you get them?

They're mine, Miss Ellie.

Always have been.