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Get off my land.

- Ellie.
- Get out.

She can't take your
son away from you.

If she has the ammunition,
she can. She's done it before.

I wish you could
have what we have.

I don't think I'll ever have that
but I am learning to make do.

Franklin, you get the
hell out of my office.

You can try other banks but you
won't get this money without collateral.

Ewing Oil is worth at least
three times what we're asking.

Much as I wanna shutdown the Arabs,
I'd never do anything to hurt my country.

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

I wanna know where
these came from.

Where did you find them?

I told you.

They never belonged
to anybody but me.

How dare you say that.

I never wanted this to happen.

I never expected
you'd show up here.

I was looking for Clayton.

Well, I wish you'd
looked anywhere but here.

I didn't want you
to find my things.

Your things.

No, not your things.

Hound Jock's things.

Things that went down
in the helicopter crash.

Don't tell me you haven't
sensed something between us.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Miss Ellie, you've got to
believe the last thing I'd do...

is to try to tum your
life upside down.

If I'd seen this coming...

I never would have returned.

Returned?

Jock is dead.

He died five years
ago in South America.

But all the boys found
was my medallion.

- What kind of a man are you?
- You ought to know that too, Miss Ellie.

You lived with me long enough.

No! No, don't you touch me.

I realize I don't look the same.

Get off my land.

- Ellie.
- Get out.

Get out. Get off my
land. Leave Southfork.

I never wanna see
your face again.

I never would have
told you, Miss Ellie.

If you hadn't found my things...

you never would
have known I was back.

I wanted to be near you.

No.

No, these things stay with me.

All right.

Maybe they're
better off with you.

If you're not 0”
Southfork in one hour...

you'll be in jail.

You're making a big mistake.

- I sure do feel sorry for Mrs. Scotfield.
- Yeah.

Poor son of a gun.

I never knew him very well but I
surely wouldn't figure him for a suicide.

Bobby, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Sure was decent of you to
pay for that funeral, Mr. Ewing.

Listen, can I tell the
boys we're gonna reopen...

Ewing Number 12, Mr. Ewing?

What?

Seems now you've
caught your fire starter...

the crew will be
anxious to work.

I'm not thinking
about that right now.

Well, I know it weighs
heavy on your mind...

but the men can't go
without work for long.

- I'll get back to you, okay, Bill?
- All right. I appreciate it.

Uh, listen, I know this
is not the right time...

but I would like to wish you
a lot of luck on your wedding.

Yeah, thanks.

Thanks, Bill.

Bobby, it's not your fault.

Yeah, well, tell that
to Scotfield's widow.

You did what you had to do. You
couldn't predict what would happen.

Doesn't make me
feel any better, Pam.

Listen. The oil business
is having rough times.

A lot of people are losing. Not
just the workers but the owners too.

You had to make a decision.

Honey, I know you're
right. I know it's not my fault.

But I'm not the kind that can
shrug my shoulders and walk away.

I know that.

And that's one of the
reasons I love you so much.

What do you think you're doing?

Siccing a private
detective on me.

Detective?
- You know what I'm talking about.

That idiot Huckstead.

He doesn't have enough
sense to stay out of sight.

- Huckstead?
- Yes, darling, Huckstead.

Only you would hire somebody as
inept as that. I spotted him a mile away.

Now, J.R.. Why would
I hire a detective?

I have more dirt on
you than I can handle.

Exactly. A detective's not
gonna accomplish anything.

That's why I didn't hire one.

You know, Sue Ellen, I'm
beginning to feel sorry for you.

Why waste your life on a man
that can't stand the sight of you?

Why don't you give me a divorce?

Love of my life... divorce?

Our lives are just
starting to get interesting.

Keep playing games with me and I'll
show you how interesting they can get.

So does this mean that
we're not gonna make love?

I liked you better when
you were falling-down drunk.

Ooh, I bet you did.

You like anything
you can stomp on.

Mr. Huckstead... this
is Sue Ellen Ewing.

You did an admirable job following
my husband and that, uh, little tramp.

But I won't be needing
your services anymore.

I'll come by the office in a day or
two and we'll settle the account.

Bye-bye.

Can I get you anything, Mr. Lee?

Couple of aspirins, Jackie.

Got a headache, Jordan?

Yeah, and you will too,
after I give you the news.

Our deal's in
big trouble, Cliff.

The entire oil business
is in trouble, Jordan.

Well, you keep that in mind
when I read you the figures.

Here you go, Mr. Lee.

Just leave the whole
bottle there, Jackie.

Now...

when you put this together,
oil was $30 a barrel.

- We're now looking at a lot less.
- Don't tell me something I know.

Just tell me about
my $11 million.

Well, like the man said, it
doesn't go as far as it used to.

Are you making jokes?

No, I had thought the 11 million
would cover the entire deal.

But?

- It won't.
- Come on, don't string me along, Jordan.

Tell me what has to be done.

We need more investment.

- How much?
- Two million dollars.

Each.

That'll let us ride it
out till things are better.

Oh, $2 million will ride
me right over the cliff.

I can't do it.

Now, you can't let this go
for a couple million dollars.

I'm cash-poor.

Who's not these days?

Look, I'm not talking
about food stamps yet...

but, boy, I just wrote a
check for $500,00010...

What about Pam?

She came through the first time.

I cannot go to Pam again.

How would I explain
the $11 million?

Well, at least you could try. If
you don't, it's all down the drain.

With Pam getting married, I
better strike before the well runs dry.

- You'd be foolish if you don't.
- Yeah, I guess so.

See, how do I know how long Bobby's
gonna let he! keep working here?

Oh, boy.

Just because you're my agent...

doesn't mean I should
listen to you about everything.

It's just that someone I
know wouldn't be too happy...

about my being
the Valentine Girl.

Because the Valentine Girl is going
to be very uncovered, that's why.

Yes, I heard you.
Trash with class.

But" No, luck. I gotta go.

No, I'm not sure I should do it.

Look, I'll call you
tomorrow. Bye.

Hi.

- What's wrong with you?
- I ought to string that woman up.

- What woman?
- Sue Ellen, of course.

Who do you think I'm talking about?
You know that goon following you?

- He happens to be a private detective.
- Sue Ellen hired him?

She denies it
but I know it's her.

J.R., that's wonderful.

What is wonderful about that?

Why, it means she
wants a divorce.

Mandy, Sue Ellen knows I would give her
the quickest divorce this side of Juarez.

No, she doesn't need
a detective for that.

She's gathering evidence,
that's what she's doing.

- She's trying to get custody of my boy.
- Are you sure about that?

I'd lay odds. But
it's not gonna work.

Isn't the most important
thing that you get that divorce?

Not if it means losing my son.

J.R., Sue Ellen can't get
your son away from you.

If she has enough ammunition,
she can. He”, she's done it before.

Well, I'm gonna solve this
problem tonight anyhow.

- Where are you going?
- To the bedroom. Can't you see that?

J.R., I thought we were
going out to dinner tonight?

I got all dressed up.

I'm sure you can fix
something for us here.

I wanna get out of
here for a change.

Darling...

tor the time being, I think we
ought to be more private than public.

- That's what I'm saying.
Because of Sue Ellen's detective?

There's no sense in taking
chances, you understand.

I think we ought to keep
a low profile for a little bit.

Sure, I understand.

Ha, ha. That's my girl.

Now, put something on the
table. I'm gonna take a bath.

Hello, Buffy? Mandy.

Look, I thought things over.

About that audition
for the Valentine Girl?

Setup the appointment.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Well, you look exhausted.

Late night at the office?

Waited up for me, did you?

With our son. Remember him?

You two at it again?

Who, us?

- Good morning, Mama.
- Good morning, J.R.

How are you this morning?

I'm fine. Why?

Just wondering.

Where's Bobby?

He spent the night at Pam's.

I bet those two are
having a lovely breakfast.

Just like us.

Just think, J.R.,
wouldn't it be nice...

having Bobby and Pam
here for breakfast every day?

If anything will give me indigestion,
it's looking at her every morning.

Why don't you two
knock it off for a while?

- Good morning, Ray.
- Good morning.

Clayton. You've seen
Wes Parmalee today?

No, not around here.

Well, the darndest thing.

Gene and cleared out on us.

Cleared out?

Went by the bunkhouse,
all his gear's gone.

You sure? Maybe he
moved or something.

The man just wouldn't clear
out without saying anything.

- What do you know about that man?
- Well, not a lot but...

Do you know where he came from?

Do you have any references?

He has references.
Ray checked him out.

Well, sounds like Ray
hired Southfork another loser.

Shut up, J.R.. It's
none of your concern.

Oh? I don't know why
we needed Parmalee.

I thought you
were our hired help.

I sure hate to see this hot
coffee spilled all over your shirt.

Ray?

Huh.

Well.

Isn't this nice?

Just you and me.

Alone at last.

- Good morning, Bobby.
- Good morning, Kendal.

- Phyllis.
- Morning. Here's your mail.

Oh, thank you.

Sly, is J.R. in?

Uh, yeah. He's looking
over production reports.

Oh, thank you. That
ought to depress him.

- J.R.
- Hey, Bob, you see these figures?

Mm-hm. And I just
may have a solution.

Oh, yeah, I saw this.

Looks like Jeremy Wendell's
keeping himself busy, doesn't it?

And making Westar stronger.

I think maybe we ought
to do the same thing.

What? Buy up some
little independents?

Why not? There's a lot of guys
out there hanging on by a thread.

Couple of them might
listen to the right offer.

You know, that's
a pretty good idea.

Like Daddy used to say:

“When things get
tough, buy, don't sell.“

Yeah, maybe we
pick up some of them.

I'll talk to Franklin Home! at the bank.
We have to take out a sizable loan.

Yeah. Good.

- Yeah?
- Pam is on Line 3 for Bobby, .J.R.

I'll take it in my office.

Hello. This is Mandy Winger.

Leave your name and number.

I'll call you as soon as I
get back. Wait for the beep.

Hello, Mandy.

Well, after last night, I thought
you'd be sleeping till noon.

Think about all those
men you're gonna turn on.

Just think about last
night. Okay. Let's go.

Good.

That's it. More.

More. Fantastic. That's
what we're looking for. Great.

Great. More. Give
it to me. Good.

Fantastic.

Excuse me.

What outfit is she
wearing in the next shot?

Heh, not much to it, is there?

- One. Give it to me.
- As they say:

- Less is more.
- Great. Good.

And the Valentine Girl
doesn't have anything to hide.

- Great. That's it.
- Perfect.

That's it.

Yeah. That's what we're
looking for. Fantastic.

Unbelievable. Love it.

Come on, let's
go. Let's go. Great.

Good.

Great.

That's it. More. More.

Fantastic.
Unbelievable. Love it.

Come on. Let's
go, let's go. Great.

Hi, Jackie.

Pam, good afternoon.
You've got a lot of messages.

You can put those on her desk.
I need to talk you for a minute.

Well, good morning to you too.

Uh, you know, I'm glad you're
still interested in the business.

My marrying Bobby isn't going to end
my involvement with Barnes-Wentworth.

See now, that's what I like to
hear. Business before love. Heh-heh.

No, I'm just kidding.

How are the wedding
plans coming?

Are you really interested?

That's what I like about you
most, sis, your directness.

Good. Then get to the point.

- The deal with Jordan Lee.
- Yes.

Got a couple of problems.

But nothing that $2
million more wouldn't cure.

What about your own money?

I don't think so.

Things are a little tight now.

So you came straight to me?

What's family for?

Family? Cliff, I'm more like
your own personal banker.

I thought you wanted me
to help run the company.

I do. I do. Yeah.

- Where are you going?
- My office.

No, What about my $2 million?

- I'll let you know.
- Time, Pam.

Time is of the essence.

I said, I'll let you know.

I don't think this
is working out.

I'll put this in front
for you, Mr. Fallow.

Thanks, Raul.

Oh, it's gonna
seem mighty strange.

Big chunk of my life is ending
with the sale of those refineries.

I know.

It's hard when pan
of your life ends.

And you're not
ready for it to end.

Ellie, look at me.

You've been moping around since
yesterday. Now, what's going on?

Nothing.

Well, if something's wrong, I
wanna know what it's about.

Clayton... I've, uh,
got a lot on my mind.

Bobby's getting married,
and J.R. and Sue Ellen.

No, it's something
more. I know you too well.

I can postpone.
Just need to know.

No. No, there's no
reason to postpone it.

Ellie, don't tum away.
Don't shut me out. I love you.

And I love you.

I'll miss you.

When I get back...

we are gonna talk about this.

Excuse me. Ray Krebbs.

Just the fellow I've
been looking for.

Hello, Cal.

How are the crops doing?

Whole lot better
than the oil business.

And from what I figure, not a
lot better for you these days.

Over to Southfork.

Now, just what does that mean?

That foreman of yours. Parmalee?

Came over to my
place looking for work.

- Did you hire him?
- Oh, no, I thought I'd talk to you first.

Did you fire him?

No.

I guess he just didn't
like the job much.

Did he say where he
was staying, by chance?

Yeah. He's over at
the Sunrise Motel.

Hey, listen. There something I
ought to know before I hire him?

Oh, nothing I can tell you.

The Ewings are here, Mr. Homer.

Send them in, please.

Come in, gentlemen.

- Hello, Franklin.
- Bobby, how are you? J.R.

- Franklin.
- Shall we take a seat?

And what can I do for you, boys?

Or is this a social call?

No, no. No. Ewing Oil
is looking to expand.

Expand. In these times?

Yeah, we figured what's bad
for some could be good for us.

Don't tell me you boys
are here for a loan?

Yes. And a sizable one.

Before you start throwing out
numbers, let me remind you...

that the banking industry is in as
much trouble as the oil industry.

We know what troubles you got.

Nothing compared to
what we're going through.

- How much are we talking about?
- A revolving line of credit...

for 500 million.

At prime rates, you're
gonna do just fine.

Look, we've done a lot of
business over the years...

but these are terrible times.

Franklin, we didn't come
here to listen to you complain.

I'm not even sure I could
put together such a loan.

But supposing I can, how much
collateral are we talking about?

Collateral?

No collateral.

No collateral.

I'm sorry, J.R. No
collateral, no loan.

Our daddy's been doing business
with this bank since before we were born.

And if he were alive...

he'd understand what
I'm trying to get across.

If he was alive, we'd be moving
our business down the street.

He'd tell you it takes
more than a handshake...

to raise $500
million. Even if I could.

You're gonna regret that when I take
our account to Dallas Unified Bank.

Daddy's always
been loyal to this bank.

This what he gets
for his loyalty?

Yeah.

Wes?

Ray Krebbs.

I figured I'd hear from you.

Folks are kind of curious why
you're looking for a new job.

I had no choice
but to leave, Ray.

Well, leaving's one thing.
Saying nothing is another.

I had my reasons.

Well, I'd sure
like to hear them.

I hired you because I
believed in you, Wes.

! figure you owe
me an explanation.

Maybe I do.

You know the Foxtail Tavern?

Yeah, I know it.

Meet me therein an hour.

I'll be there.

What'll you have?

Beer.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Ray?

Almost didn't recognize you.

Just washed that phony
color out of my hair.

I suppose trying to look
younger would be your business.

Why I left Southfork is yours?

Wes, Southfork
means a lot to me.

I wouldn't have hired
just anybody to run it.

I didn't leave
because I wanted to.

I had to.

You fixing to tell me why?

It's difficult.

I got plenty of time.

You know, I was thinking
about you on the way over.

I knew you were
expecting some...

big explanation but... But?

I think you will have to
see Miss Ellie about that.

Miss Ellie?

What does Miss Ellie have to
do with you leaving Southfork?

Talk to her.

Maybe she'll tell you.

I can't.

All right. That's good.
That's real good. Yeah.

General, you're a better golfer
than I could ever hope to be...

and I have a feeling you didn't
ask me out here to match skills.

No. That conversation
you and I had...

couple of weeks ago has been on
my mind. I want to talk to you about it.

Oh? Have more
thoughts on that matter?

Well, I'm afraid I might have
led you somewhat astray.

Really? What way?

When I talked about sending planes
in and bombing the Arab states...

so we could get the
price of oil moving up.

Well, that was
just straight talk.

- No beating around the bush.
- Yeah.

That's exactly the kind of talk
that earned me an early retirement.

Uh-huh.

Then I take it you're opposed to
blowing up those Arab oil fields.

Oh, if my country wanted to
do it, I'd lead the bombers in.

What I'm saying is
that sort of thing...

is nothing for a private
individual to even consider.

Well, I know a lot of private individuals
who have all kinds of weapons.

I never met one who owns their own
fleet of bombers, though, that's for sure.

I just wasn't sure how
serious you were last time.

Well, I'm no military man, sir.

Good.

I'm relieved to hear that.

I'd hate to see a man as
rich and powerful as you...

take off on scheme that would
get our country into trouble.

Oh, no way. Uh-uh.

As much as I wanna
shut down the Arabs...

I'd never do anything
to hurt my country.

Not America. Uh-uh.

Great.

So how about an hour of
some serious shopping?

Sony, Jamie, I'm
not in the mood.

How can you not be in
the mood to go shopping?

- I've put on 2 pounds.
- Ugh.

Too depressing
to try on clothes.

Besides, I've got an errand to run.
- Okay.

Hey.

Jack!

- Looks like it.
- Want a lift?

Jack, where'd you get this?

The usual. I stole it.

Can you steal me one too?

Sure.

Okay, who's gonna pump
up my ego and get in here?

He's your brother. Have
a good time. See you.

Thanks, Jackie.

Come on, hop in.
I'll take you for a ride.

How about lunch instead?

Only if you don't say it.

- Say what?
- That I shouldn't have taken the money.

Well, you shouldn't have.

Come on. It's only
half a million bucks.

In exchange for your
share of Ewing Oil.

Mm-mm. Only my promise
to think about selling.

And I'm thinking.

Bobby, Franklin Homer
is here to see you.

Franklin Homer?

Yeah, I'll talk to
him. Show him in.

Bobby, I'm real sorry
about that meeting.

Yeah, so am I, Franklin.

Look, J.R.'s not here right now.

Well, I figure you to be
cooler-headed than he is anyway.

Not on this subject.

But I will listen. Sit down.

Well, given the Ewings' history
with the Cattleman's Bank...

we don't wanna
lose your business.

Look, Bobby, finding
$500 million these days...

is pretty dam rough
for any Texas bank...

- but I think I can do it.
- Well, good.

To give it to you, we're gonna have
to insist on some form of security.

Like what?

Ewing Oil.

- Heh, you're joking.
- No, not the whole company.

- Oh, well, how much of it?
- Half.

Franklin, you get the
hell out of my office.

You can try other banks.

Not one of them will give
money without collateral.

Ewing Oil is worth at least three
times what we're asking to borrow.

If Ewing Oil is serious
about buying independents...

you'll think about my offer.

Well, Franklin. Before
I give you the store...

I'll talk it over with J.R.

Well, naturally.

You know, it's like
my daddy always said:

“When a banker comes with a favor,
check your wallet when he leaves.“

Hi. Yeah, this is Donna Krebbs. Do
you have some messages for me?

Yeah.

Uh, that's my
husband. Tell you what.

Hold the rest of the messages
and I'll pick them up later.

Yeah, thanks. Bye.

Hello?

Is this the Krebbs residence?

Yes, it is.

- Donna?
- Yes?

It's me, Jenna.

Ray invited Charlie and
me for dinner tonight.

Well, that's nice, uh.

Can I speak to him?

He's gone to see Miss Ellie.

Oh, I see.

- Are you calling from Washington?
- Yeah. Yeah.

How are you feeling?

I'm fine, uh.

Do you know when he'll be back?

I'm sorry, Donna,
I can't hear you.

Look, there are some people coming
in for a committee meeting, Jenna.

- Look, would you just tell him I called?
- 0! course.

Thank you.

Hi, everybody. Please, won't
you make yourself at home.

Good evening, Miss Ellie.

Hello, Ray, I didn't
hear you come in.

I hope I didn't
interrupt anything.

- If you're looking for Clayton...
- No, I came to talk to you, ma'am.

I found Wes Parmalee.

- Did you?
- Yes, ma'am.

And I'm not quite sure
I understand this yet...

but he said if I wanted to know why
he left, I ought to talk to you about it.

Did he tell you anything else?

No.

But, uh, when I went
out to meet him, I...

I did get a pretty
good surprise.

His hair. His hair was totally
white. Looked 15 years older.

Tricks.

The man's full of them.

I've a mind to call the police.

Police?

I'm sorry, Ray. I just
can't talk about this.

Well, Miss Ellie, the last
thing in the world I wanna do...

is butt in where I don't belong.

- But...
- Then please don't.

Thanks for coming over, Ray.

"Dearest Jack...

With you gone, this
bed feels so empty.

I don't know if I miss you
more at night or in the morning.

When I wake up
and you're not here..."

About time you got home.

J.R., what is all this?

Oh, just a little
champagne, caviar.

Which means we
are staying in again.

Yeah, well, I thought
we decided that last night.

You decided.

Whatever. Besides, when I'm with you
I like to shut out the rest of the world.

Aren't you gonna ask me
where I've been all day?

If you checked your answering machine,
you'll find I called more than once.

Well, I've been
at a photo session.

And I barely have the energy
to drink this champagne.

Oh, Mandy.

There's no need
to exhaust yourself.

I keep telling you, you
don't have to work, honey.

I know, J.R.. Then you
could take care of me.

Completely.

And I could stay home
all day and all night.

The situation with
Sue Ellen is temporary.

I will not live in a prison, J.R. I
don't care how much caviar there is.

I have to have a life.

As long as that includes me. Hm?

Come on.

Just a little champagne.

Hm?

How about there?

I'll take Dallas anytime
you wanna give away seven.

Well, in that case, J.R., I'll be
more than happy to take your money.

Will you? Heh, heh, heh.

- Can I get you anything else?
- No. That's fine, thank you.

Betting against the
Dallas Cowboys...

downright unpatriotic.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

This is a videotape
of ED. Calhoun's...

mission in the Mid-East.

It's a documentary put together
by one of the PBS stations.

The agency prevailed upon
the station to pull the film.

There are some things on
here that you better think about...

before we go any further, J.R.

A man who can pull off that kind of
raid must be a very serious person.

Yeah. Watch the film.

I talked to him
and he will see you.

If you wanna move on
this, be at the airstrip...

at Wimow, Colorado,
tomorrow at 4:00.

A helicopter will meet you
there and take you to him.

I'll provide my
own transportation.

Uh-uh. It's his
way or not at all.

Now, you're not to tell
anybody where you're going.

And obviously, you're not to bring
any tapes, cameras or weapons.

- That's fair enough.
- Mm-hm.

Better think about this.

Watch the movies and then call
me. Give the word. Yea or nay.

I'll call you later.

- Howdy, Ellie.
- Hello, Punk.

- Sure good to see you.
- It's good to see you.

- Thanks for coming.
- My pleasure.

You're looking mighty pretty.

Anything from the bar?

- White wine for me, please.
- Bourbon and branch, please.

- How's Mavis?
- Wondering about you.

Said she called you a
couple of times. You were out.

I know.

I'll call her.

How's Clayton?

Clayton's in Houston
closing up his refinery.

That's not an easy thing to do. I'd
have thought you'd have gone with him.

Well, I wanted to, but...

But I have something on my mind.

Something I can't even
talk to Clayton about.

I have something
to show you, Punk.

What"?

This is Jock's belt buckle.

And his knife.

And these.

Look at the dates, Punk.

And where they were sent to.

But these are your letters that
you wrote to him just before he died.

But...

How did you get them?

From Wes Parmalee.
Our new foreman.

But where did he get them?

He claims that they're his.

And always have been.

Well, you just let
him tell me that.

To my face.

Oh, that was great. Here.

John Ross and Christopher
get along so well.

I'm really happy that you and
Christopher are moving back to Southfork.

Sue Ellen...

I've never seen you look better.

Thanks.

I feel healthier since I
haven't been drinking.

Mama...

when are we gonna
invite Charlie over?

We miss her.

Uh... We'll talk
about that later, okay?

Okay.

It's all right.

Jenna Wade's a fact of life
for me, just like I am for her.

I am happy for you and Bobby.

- Really.
- Thanks.

I wish you could
have what we have.

Well, I don't think I'll ever have
that but I am learning to make do.

Well, you sure do look happy.

Wait a minute. Sue Ellen.

No, there is not another man.
And no, I am not having an affair.

Things are better these days.

And I am happy you're
moving back to Southfork.

Well, I'm doing it for
Bobby and for Christopher.

I miss Southfork.

I have some good memories here.

Well, not all good memories.

Well, I think you'll find J.R. a
lot easier to take these days.

He's so busy with other things that
he's hardly around here anymore.

Oh, well, good.

It was a time of
terror and chaos.

A time of America under siege.

Here are the freed American hostages
as they were brought to Washington.

As they were reunited
with loved ones.

These are the happy pictures.

But here's what was left behind.

Here are the pictures
you didn't see.

The man who made it happen,
who took a small tactical force...

into the Persian Gulf
and got the hostages out...

is nowhere to be seen.

We know that name
is 5.0. Calhoun...

a man one State Department
spokesman terms a rebel...

who should be hunted dawn.

A man others have hailed
as the spirit of America reborn.

The embodiment
of the word "hem."

This is the estate believed
to be owned by ED. Calhoun.

A forbidding hideaway.

Our cameraman was only
able to get a brief glimpse...

of the man himself.

Madman or savior.
He's been called both.

- J.R.?
- Hey, Bobby. What can I do for you?

Guess who stopped by the
office today. Our friendly banker.

Franklin?

What did that turkey want?

He wants to give us our loan.

Then why don't you look happy?

Because there's no such thing
as a free lunch herein Dallas.

See you in my office?

Yeah. I'll be in there shortly.

Say, Gordon.

I want to move.

- Are you sure?
- Now more than ever.

He's the man I need.

Now, understand, J.R. From now
on, it's not just “talk“ talk anymore.

Do it.

I hope we're not
doing the wrong thing.

It's not wrong to find out
where this man got Jock's things.

Once we find out, we're
gonna run him out of town.

This is the one right here.

Ellie.

I never expected
to see you again.

Howdy, Punk.

Haven't seen you since Chico,
Steve and I took off in the helicopter.

How'd you know who
was on that chopper?

Come on in and I'll tell you.