All language subtitles for Dallas S10E06

Now it's been forced on me, and
I'm not going to deny who I am.

You've done everything, but say who
you really are, and I don't mean Jock.

You know I'm for hire,
what did you have in mind?

Getting rid of some oil
fields in the Middle East.

He must be climbing the walls.

To have his precious
daddy back...

then have his mother
married to some other man.

Oh, my. The Ewings are finally
getting theirs, heh-heh-heh.

I came down here to kick
the crap out of you, Parmalee.

I want you out of Dallas
and I want you out tonight.

Oh, my God.

I know how hard it
is for you to grasp.

Hard? It's impossible.

I can't believe a word you said.

I don't think that's true.

My memory still comes and
goes, so I can't fill in everything.

But what I told you is true.

Why are you doing this?

What are you trying to prove?

I wasn't trying to
prove anything.

I never wanted you to find out.

But you made sure that I did.

No. You came prying.

Now, I didn't want to
cause the family any trouble.

But now it's been
forced on me...

and I'm not going
to deny who I am.

You've done everything but say who
you really are, and I don't mean Jock.

Oh, Ellie.

Don't call me that.

Let's go, Punk.

This must have come
as a shock to you, Punk.

I'm sorry.

Well?

Well, Punk, you heard his lies.

You certainly don't believe
anything that he... That he said.

I'm not saying I
believe him, Ellie. But...

But what?

He talked about things that
happened down in South America...

that only two people in this
world could've known about.

One of them is me
and the other was...

Jock Ewing.

I thought we'd start
off with this one...

and then go into the
magazines with this.

Oh, it's wonderful. It's
exactly what I had in mind.

Trash with class. The epitome.

How soon can we
implement the campaign?

Well, now that you
approve, immediately.

I can hardly wait.

- Mr. Ewing?
- Yeah, that's right.

- You have identification?
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- Mr. Calhoun's expecting me.

Yes, sir. I'll take
you to see him.

- Get in the vehicle, please.
- Yeah.

- Mr. Ewing.
- Mr. Calhoun.

Well, that was quite
an impressive display.

I like to keep my hand in.

- Thank you, captain.
- Yes, sir.

What can I do for
you, Mr. Ewing?

Well, the question is, what
can we do for each other?

Why don't you tell me?

Well, I've, uh, seen a lot of
film on you, read a lot of books.

I tell you, you're the kind of
American that we can be proud of.

- That a fact?
- Oh, yes. Yeah.

I mean, the way you
went in the Persian Gulf...

and got those stranded
Americans out...

it was inspiring. Really.

There's our government
standing around wringing its hands.

Didn't know what to do.

You had the guts to go
and do what was needed.

I was paid well for that.

I hope to hell
you were. Yes, sir.

I don't know what the world's
coming to, to tell you the truth.

Not the same being
an American anymore.

I mean, look at all
those Arab states.

Ruining our economy,
taking our money out of here.

And making us pay an awful
price for that imported oil.

Half the Southwest
is going broke.

I do understand your plight,
Mr. Ewing. And I sympathize with you.

Now the question
is, so, what about it?

Well, we gotta do something.

And I think old General Fritz
Longley has got the right idea.

He's all for going in
there and blowing them up.

It'd sure get the price of
oil up where it ought to be.

That'd sure start
a major war too.

And that is why they kicked
him out of the Air Force.

Yeah.

Wonderful little tool this.

Deadly.

Yeah, I never filed one myself.

The kind of men who know how to
use them are what I'm talking about.

Mr. Ewing.

Why don't we just
get down to the basics.

Now you know I'm for hire.

For the right price
and the right job.

Now what did you have in mind?

Well, I had in mind...

getting rid of some of the
major oil fields in the Middle East.

Not General Longley's
way. Your way.

What do you think that is?

Well, a small team of
highly skilled mercenaries...

properly equipped
and financed...

just might be able to slip into
those fields and blow them up.

And make it look
like the work of PLO...

or the Libyans or
Syrians or whatever.

It might be possible.

But as you said, it'll take a
great deal of planning, training...

- and a great deal of money.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. I understand that.

Mr. Ewing...

are we just talking theory here?

Or do you really mean
what you're saying?

Calhoun, I care about my
country and what happens to it.

If nobody's willing to step
forward and protect it, by God, I am.

With the understanding, of course,
that my name be kept out of it.

What kind of time frame
are you talking about?

The sooner the better.

And since I'm
financing this privately...

I'd like to know how
much it's gonna cost.

You gotta be back
in Dallas tonight?

No, I can stay over, I guess.

Good. Let's go
back up to the house.

You stay here tonight.

You and I got a
lot to talk about.

Ah. Great.

Where's transportation?

Gone back. It's
only a two-mile walk.

Oh.

Oh, well.

Well...

- You know anything about this Clayton?
- No.

- How did everything go in Houston?
- Fine.

I got the money for my company.

Punk, are you gonna
tell us what's happening?

I reckon I'll have to
leave that up to Miss Ellie.

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry to be so
mysterious about this.

But it concerns all of us.

Bobby, are you certain
that JR. won't be back?

Not until tomorrow, Mama.

All right, then.

I'll have to go
ahead without him.

There's some things
that I want you to see.

It's Daddy's belt buckle
from the Oil Baron's.

And his knife.

And a picture of
you, Miss Ellie.

Mama, where did
you get all this?

I found them.

Along with these letters that I
wrote your daddy in South America.

I don't understand. Where?

In Wes Parmalee's room.

What was he doing with them?

He claims they're his.

They're not his,
they're Daddy's.

Exactly.

And I found them in his room.

I confronted him with them.

And I threw him off the ranch.

I think that he is a
fraud and a con man...

trying to play some
ghoulish trick on us that...

That he is Jock.

Mama, Daddy is dead.

I know.

But I think you should know
what that man told Punk and me...

in his motel in Braddock, today.

One thing I have to say.

When your Daddy
left on that helicopter...

I watched him pack all of
those things in his duffel.

Then that duffel floated away
from the wreck and he found it.

Just let me tell
you what he told us.

He said that it was very
early in the morning...

when the helicopter took off.

But the weather was awful bad.

Stormy.

The pilot was having
a lot of problems.

Rain. Lightning.

Then in the distance
I saw this little plane.

It almost hit us.

We swerved out of the way.

And then it felt like the whole
bottom of the world fell out.

We crashed into the lake.

The helicopter exploded.

I felt this awful pain.

And then I was under the water.

And then the next thing I
remember I was on the water...

and my duffel bag
was holding me up.

Then I guess I must
have passed out.

And the rest I'll tell you
as it what was told to me.

Some natives found
him on the bank.

More dead than alive.

Crushed and burned
all over his body.

They took him to a small French
missionary hospital in the interior.

Nobody there spoke English.

They didn't know nor
care who the Ewings were.

And that didn't matter, because when I
came to, I didn't know who I was either.

I had total amnesia.

But they kept me alive long
enough to move me to the coast.

To a hospital.

I spent a couple of years there.

I was burned so bad...

they had to give me
a whole new face.

My jaw was broken
in so many places.

I lost all my teeth.

New skin on most of my body.

I just lay there wrapped
in those bandages...

and every so often
more plastic surgery.

But then one day, my
memory started coming back.

Little flashes of who I was.

And then the things
in that duffel bag.

They became my
only contact with reality.

He had huge gaps in his memory.

And still does.

But as he healed, more and
more of his life came back to him.

Eventually the time came
that he could walk again.

And then talk.

But that was difficult because he
had damage to the laryngeal nerve.

Which is why his
voice is different.

I began to find out
things about the family.

That you thought I was dead.

That you'd had
married again, Ellie.

I missed you all very much...

but I knew what my coming back into
your lives would mean after all this time.

A couple of years ago...

I made my way
back to the States.

Started working on ranches.

Ended up at the
Running 2 in Colorado.

All this time I was reading
everything that I could about you.

Finally. I just couldn't
stand it anymore.

I had to at least
see you all again.

So I came back to Texas.

When I heard about
that job on Southfork...

I went for it.

And it worked. I was near you.

I could see you.

None of you knew who I was.

Until I walked into
the bunkhouse.

And found these things.

Well, I don't
believe a word of it.

There was always
something about Wes.

Something different.

You don't believe
him, do you, Ray?

Boys, let me tell you something.

I talked with Wes Parmalee
along with your mama.

He repeated conversations
that I had with Jock down there.

Now if he's got a
memory problem...

it's not about what
happened in South America.

Punk, Daddy is dead.

I found his medallion
at the bottom of the lake.

I'm going over to the motel
and beat the truth out of him.

No, Bobby. I don't want any
violence. Leave him alone.

Ellie, you don't think he
could possibly be Jock?

I don't see how.

But right now I...

I'm not sure of anything.

Bob.

Sony. Figured you'd head over
here soon as you dropped Pam off.

- What are you doing here?
- Same thing you are.

Couldn't decide whether to see
him alone or wait until you showed up.

- Figured we better do it together.
- All right.

Listen, you hired him. You
know him better than any of us.

- Didn't you see this coming?
- No.

Nothing like this.

There was something
about him from the beginning.

He had a real
feel for the ranch.

Seemed to know almost
instinctively what to do.

Got this funny
feeling about him.

Yeah, I have a funny
feeling about him too.

I'm afraid it's not
the same as yours.

Parmalee. It's Bobby Ewing.

What did you do? Dye your hair?

Just washed the dye out.

Come on in.

You too, Ray.

I came down here to kick
the crap out of you, Parmalee.

I'm not surprised.

I figured as soon as your mama
told you the story, you'd be here.

You always did have
a terrible fierce temper.

Boy, you have really
done a lot of homework.

Everything I told
your mama is true.

Not a word of it's true.

You put her through hell and
that's the last time that'll happen.

I want you out of Dallas
and I want you out tonight.

Or what?

I know you might
wanna take me apart.

But you won't,
I'm too old for that.

It might frustrate
the hell out of you...

but you're not gonna
hit a man my age.

There are ways of getting
you out without hitting you.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I didn't come here
to do anybody hurt.

I just wanted to
see my family again.

We are not your family.

I never figured
you'd believe me.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe it's better if I do leave.

I've been alone for the last four
years. Can't be any worse than it's been.

Well, you are right
about one thing.

I don't believe you.

And the sooner
you get out of here...

the better it's gonna
be for everybody.

Is that what you think, Ray?

Does it matter to
you what I think?

It matters what
all my boys think.

Are you leaving?

Why? Don't you want me to?

Well, I'm pretty sure I know
what Jock would've done.

I'm kind of curious to see
if you'd do the same thing.

Mrs. Ewing?

- Your brother's here.
- You don't need to announce me.

- Thank you.
- Can I get you anything?

No, I don't want
anything. Thanks.

Hey, how come you
weren't at work today?

- What?
- How come you weren't at work today?

What's so important about today?

Nothing. I just expected
to see you there.

Oh, get to the point, Cliff.

Well, it's a little
embarrassing.

I don't wanna be pushy
about this, but you know...

I did promise Jordan Lee
that money for that deal...

but, uh, you said
you'd think about it.

All right, Cliff. I'll get
your money for you today.

That's great. I really
do appreciate that.

I have a lot of good deals coming
down right now too, you know?

I was talking to Scotty, he's
got a piece of this company.

Boy, it sounds good.

But it'd be a lot of money.

Probably a lot of money.

And I don't think my company's
got enough to swing it.

I don't wanna
talk about it, Cliff.

- It's a good deal.
- I don't want to talk deals.

Hey, don't jump on me.
Something wrong with you?

Has it ever occurred to you...

that there are other things
in life beside the oil business?

Sometimes. Hey,
what's wrong with you?

I was at Southfork last night...

and Miss Ellie told us
the most fantastic story.

Jock Ewing may still be alive.

No. No, he can't. How can he be?

A man showed up and has a
lot of things that belong to Jock...

including the letters
Miss Ellie wrote to him.

Jock Ewing died in
a helicopter crash.

And he has an
explanation for that too.

Huh.

Well, what did they
say? What did they do?

Bobby, for one,
doesn't believe it.

And J.R.?

Oh.

I can't believe what
this will do for him.

He must be climbing the walls.

To have his precious
daddy back...

and then have his mother
married to some other man.

Oh, my. The Ewings are finally
getting theirs. Heh-heh-heh.

I don't believe you. You are the
most insensitive man I've ever known.

I'm ashamed that
you're my brother.

Don't you care that
people are going to be hurt?

I'm sorry. That was
really dumb of me.

Yeah, of course I
care. I really do. No.

I just got a picture J.R.'s
face and I got carried away.

No, I'm really" I feel bad because I
know that Miss Ellie must really be hurt.

I'm sorry. I really am.

- Let's just drop it, Cliff.
- Sure.

Why don't we get in the car,
go to the bank, get the money?

And then I'll take you to lunch.

There is no one else like you in
the world. You are truly one of a kind.

I'm proud of you too.

- Oh, God.
- Huh?

Do you think he'll go or stay?

I don't know. He's
a hard man to read.

The thing is, we don't have
a foreman on Southfork.

I'm gonna have to run things
around here until we hire somebody.

I'm not gonna be able to
do much with the business.

Well, it's just as well.

I think I'll stay
close to Miss Ellie.

I'm really worried about her.

I guess it's worse for
her than the rest of us.

Maybe I'll take her somewhere
until this whole thing blows over.

Miss Ellie never was
one to run from trouble.

That's a fact.

Did you know that
Donna was coming home?

Nope.

Guess I better go say hello.

Thank you.

Give you a hand with your bags?

Sure.

Thanks.

How are you feeling?

Fine.

No morning sickness, like that?

No, not yet.

How's things in Washington?

Well, pretty much
like I expected.

Not gonna be easy.

If it was easy. They
wouldn't need you.

Look, um.

I'm sorry that I missed
you the other night.

Yeah, Jenna told me you called.

I wish I'd been there.

I had to talk to Miss Ellie.

Is everything all right?

Kind of Topsy-turvy.

The foreman I hired,
Wes Parmalee?

Yeah, what about him?

Well, it seems he claims
he's somebody else.

Hello, J.R.

Well, hello, Daddy.

Well, glad to see you
got your memory back...

long enough to recognize me.

You've lost a little
weight since I saw you.

You're looking good.

And I'd like to say
the same about you...

but since I never laid eyes on
you before, that'd be a little difficult.

How did you find me?

They told me at your motel
you hang out around here.

Not something the real
Jock Ewing would do.

I've changed.

Yeah, more than a little.

Now you're gonna tell me you
don't believe I'm your daddy.

No, he a waste of time.

- I came here to ask you a question.
- Ask ahead. I've got nothing to hide.

What do you want to drop
this act, get out of Dallas?

I gotta say you boys
are acting true to form.

Bobby came by to beat the tar out
of me, and you wanna buy me out.

I didn't come down
here to discuss my family.

You're obviously a fraud.

You have no fingerprints.

I wouldn't have put it past
you to burned them off yourself.

No way we can check
with your dental records...

and your memory comes and goes.

Don't forget the voice, boy.

Yeah, that's the biggest
crock of all, right there.

If you were small, you'd
take some money and get out.

Could be I'm not after money.

Sure you are, I can smell it.

Now, Bobby might be too
nice to do you any real harm...

but I wouldn't find it any trouble
to get a couple of good old boys...

and have them run
you out one night.

You know, I've
been gone so long...

both you boys have
forgot something about me.

Oh?

Jock Ewing can't
be scared off...

and he can't be bought 0”.

Now, like it or not, J.R..
Your daddy's back to stay.

- Yes, sir?
- Double bourbon and branch.

Yes, sir.

Hey, would you look at this?

Look at the face on her.

What are you looking
at? Look at that body.

How'd you like to have her
walking up to you wearing that thing?

I don't think I could
stand it, heh-heh.

- I gotta find out who this is.
- You ain't never gonna find that out.

You're gonna have to
meet her in your dreams.

Yup.

I'll be seeing her tonight
when I strike the pitcher out.

Yeah, you and me both.

I should buy something
like that for my wife.

- Yeah, you think that'll help any?
- Can't hurt.

Oh, my God.

Where have you been?

J.R., you frightened me.

Where have you been?

At work.

What's wrong with you?

This is what's the
matter with me, darling.

This is the most disgusting
thing I've ever seen.

How can you let
yourself be seen like this?

- There's nothing wrong with it.
- Oh, really?

You should've heard the two
morons that I had to sit and listen to...

drooling over this, talking about
what they'd like to do with you.

That's their problem, not mine.

No.

No, darling, it's mine.

Do you know how many
people we know have seen this?

What are they gonna think?

I don't care what they
think. It's only a picture.

Well, it's the last picture
you ever make like this.

Because your career is over.

Your modeling days are through.

Just who the hell
do you think you are?

I pay my own bills, I make
my own way. You don't own me.

I want you to stop
those ads right now.

All right. Fine. I'll stop.

The day Sue Ellen
moves off Southfork...

and you tell the world
you wanna marry me.

Nothing I can do about that right
now and you know it. I'm working on it.

Then you better get used to
seeing more of my pictures...

because until the day
I'm Mrs. J.R. Ewing...

I'll do any damn thing I please.

Whenever it gets too much
for you, you know how to stop it.

Thought you had
some pride in yourself.

I do, a lot.

That's why I'm doing
exactly what I want.

Now, would you please leave?

Mama.

Hello, Bobby.

You can't let it get you.

That's what Clayton said.

I keep thinking about
the day of the barbeque.

The day we got the news
that Jock's helicopter crashed.

You remember what
happened to us after that?

Yes, I do.

But that happened and it's over.

Is it?

What if"?

What if this story's true?

- What if that man really is...?
- He isn't.

Mama, I went to
see him last night.

He's cool, he's very smooth...

and he's got a hell of a
story. But he isn't Daddy.

I know it.

It's a con, Mama.

And I know how much it hurts.

But you gotta stop
thinking about it.

Oh, I... I want to,
Bobby. I want to.

But I just don't know how.

There is a lot of opposition
to what we're trying to do.

I don't know why they can't see
the more wells are shut down...

the more oil you're
gonna have to import.

The price of oil is
down at the pump.

Now, that makes a lot of
senators from the north very happy.

Sure, that's damn
short-sighted if you ask me.

This tariff is never gonna work.
What we need is direct action.

I tell you what, you got any
ideas, I'll be happy to listen to them.

You'll know when
the time is right.

John Ross, you better hurry
up. You'll be late for school.

I'm through, Grandma.

- Bye, Daddy.
- Bye, son. See you tonight.

Is Bobby gonna be
in Corsicana long?

- Bye, Mama.
- Oh, no, I don't think so.

It should be an easy buyout.

- Morning, everybody.
- Morning.

Morning.

Have you seen the
paper yet this morning?

No, I haven't, why?

Well, there's a picture in it I
thought you might like to see.

The Valentine Girl.

Isn't that precious?

You know. She looks
a lot like that girl...

that Cliff Barnes
used to live with.

Very pretty in a
trashy sort of way.

She doesn't look trashy to me.

Really? Wasn't that long
ago that you used to say...

that anyone that posed
for pictures like that, um...

- was nothing better than a tramp.
- That was different.

- It was? How?
- Yes, it was.

Ahem. Sue Ellen, I know you
don't have much to fill your day with...

but the rest of us
have real problems.

Oh, please, J.R. The last thing in the
world I wanna do is talk about problems.

I should've eaten
breakfast downtown.

- I'll see you tonight.
- That'd be nice.

I do admire the way
you get under his skin.

It's taken years of practice.

I think I've finally
gotten the hang of it.

What are you doing
here, Parmalee?

Ellie threw you off this ranch once.
I'd be mighty happy to do it again.

Well, I'm sorry to hear
you say that, Clayton.

I thought we might befriends.

I could've been friends with
the man I thought you were.

But not with you now.

Same person, different name.

You're a phony,
Parmalee. A troublemaker.

- And I want you out of here.
- Why are you so upset?

I'm the one who should be.

I don't believe you said that.

Why not?

You're the one
living with my wife.

I'm over there in that
motel room all by myself.

Ellie's not your wife, she's mine.
And she's gonna stay that way.

Well, it's still
early in the game.

Game?

That what this is?

I'd have thought by now...

you'd have seen it wasn't
gonna work and belong gone.

Well, I'm not leaving, Clayton.

Now, I thought I owed
it to you to tell you that.

I never wanted any
of this to happen.

But now that it has, I'm
gonna take back what's mine.

There's nothing
here that's yours...

including my wife.

And even if you were Jock
Ewing, and no doubt about it...

I wouldn't just roll over
and get out of your way.

Ellie's my wife. I love her.

And believe me...

I'm gonna fight any
way I have to to keep her.

Now, I don't wanna see
you on this ranch again.

Good morning, J.R.

- Morning, J.R.
- Sly.

Come into my office.

Yes, sir?

Have you seen these
Valentine Girl ads?

Heh, yeah, aren't they great?
I was thinking of getting sum...

I didn't ask for your opinion.

Find out who owns the
company and if it's for sale.

- You wanna buy it?
- This is a disgrace.

If I have to buy the company and
shut it down, that's what I'm gonna do.

- You really think they're that bad?
- Sly, do you enjoy working here?

- Yes, of course I do.
- Good.

Then just get me that information
and don't ask any more questions.

Yes, sir.

Pornography is what it is.

I never had no jet plane.

Never belonged
to no country club.

Just a hard-working
oilman was all I ever was.

I know that.

I've seen wells that go dry.

I've seen fields that
look good go bust.

But, uh...

I never seen nothing like this.

Back when oil
was 30 and better...

we all got too big
for our britches.

Figured it was never gonna end.

Banks standing in
line handing out money.

Didn't even ask
was you qualified.

Banks are going
bust too, Mr. Hillel.

Sold off everything
I own, but this field.

Ain't near enough to
pay back what I owe.

Mr. Hillel, I believe I'm making
you a fair offer for your company.

Are you now?

What are we talking here?
Thirty cents on the dollar?

Just hurts like hell to
see a fellow oilman...

taking advantage
of the situation.

Thirty cents on the dollar...

is better than declaring bankruptcy
and coming out of this with nothing.

Ewing Oil is gonna
assume your debts...

and try and work out a
deal with your bankers.

I got a lot of my
life in these fields.

Well, you're not the only one.

But you aren't one of the ones that
can come out of it with something.

Fact is, I may have to sell off this
hardware and just keep the reserves.

Exploration the way it is...

it's only companies with large
reserves that are gonna come back.

Once the price of
oil goes up again.

And that's, uh, Ewing Oil?

That's the plan.

So do we have a deal or not?

I reckon so.

I don't see no other way out.

Well, guess we might as
well go down to the bank...

and make it official.

Let's do it.

Hello, Jack.

April.

What are you doing here?

Is that my greeting after all
we've meant to each other?

We never meant
anything to each other.

I thought you'd make a great wife,
you thought I'd be a great meal ticket.

Well, we were both
wrong... until now.

Oh, heh, heh. No new.

You'd still be a lousy wife
and I'm still a lousy provider.

You're very modest, Jack.

I've been hearing
great things about you.

Yeah, that's surprising.

How would you hear
anything about me?

You're becoming quite famous.

Your name's in all the papers.

Even the paper where I live.

So?

So...

you now own 10
percent of Ewing Oil.

And Ewing Oil's worth
hundreds of millions of dollars.

Ah, yes, of course.

Well, at least
you're honest, April.

You do love money.

I would if I had some.

You're not getting any from me.

I don't have any.

Besides, I don't owe you any.

Jack.

You really should have stuck
around for the final divorce hearing.

I was very convincing.

What is that supposed to mean?

Well, after what the nice judge heard
what a miserable life I had with you...

how you left me in the
lurch with all those bills.

What bills? We
didn't owe any money.

Hm.

I managed to charge a
few things before you left.

Heh.

I'll bet you did.

Anyway...

I convinced him that I had faith
in your ability to make money.

So since there was
nothing to split at that time...

he granted me 50 percent of
your future income for five years.

He what?

It was a long shot on my part...

but I figured, “What the hell?“

Frankly, I didn't think
you'd amount to anything.

And up until now I was right.

From a money
standpoint you're still light.

I don't think so.

Here's your copy.

You own 10 percent of
Ewing Oil, and half that's mine.

Pretty simple, no?

Well...

maybe I'll go downtown and
say hello to my other partners.

You really look good, Jack.

And one part of our
marriage certainly worked.

If you get lonely
some night, call me.

Maybe we'll go for
double or nothing.

How did it go in Corsicana?

All right, I made the deal.

I keep telling myself
we're doing the right thing...

but I think we're taking
advantage of them.

Well, I feel sorry for
those folks myself...

but if we don't do it,
somebody else will.

Gotta be like the shark, Bobby.

- Keep moving or die.
- I know all that.

But that doesn't
make it any easier.

- Yeah.
- .J.R...

there's a Mr. Wes Parmalee
here to see you and Bobby.

All right, bring him in.

- Then you ladies go on home.
- Yes, sir.

What do you suppose he wants?

He wants something.

Right this way.

J.R., can I get you
anything before I go?

- No, Sly. Thank you, good night.
- Yes, sir.

JR.

Bobby.

What do you want, Parmalee?

Don't waste much time on
greetings these days, do you?

Not on you.

Then you'll both be happy to
hear I've decided to leave Dallas.

Is that a fact?

I know I've caused you all pain.

But it's hurt me too.

None of my family
except, maybe, Ray...

can see who I really am.

So I guess maybe
it's better if I leave.

You came down here to
take me up on my offer.

How much is it gonna
cost for you to go?

Not a penny.

I don't want anything from you.

I just came over here to
talk to you. Say goodbye.

I don't expect I'll see
either of you again.

That's a very noble
speech, Daddy.

Now, how about the truth?

What truth?

The truth that you realize you
can't pull off this little Charade.

You're a fraud
and we all know it.

How could a fraud
know the things I know?

The Ewings are a
mighty public family.

Anybody can dig up a certain
amount of information on us.

Then you tell me how
I could've found out...

“about that hunting Hip you
and me and JR. and Ray...

took over to Lake Takapa.

How we ran into that
crazy old cool and his son...

and they ambushed
us and shot me.

How could I have read about
laying there thinking I was dying?

And telling you about
Amanda, my first wife?

How you had to
look after her for me.

Tell me how anyone on God's green
Earth but Jock Ewing could know that.