All language subtitles for Dallas S10E07

What do you hope
to get out of all this?

My place in my family.

My place in my
company. My name, son.

You're not even married.

And already sounds of Bobby
Ewing coming out of your mouth.

I'm resigning as
your personal banker.

Everybody's gonna
rendezvous. Charges will be set.

And 24 hours later, it's gonna
look like the Fourth of July.

You were told to get off this
ranch. Get off and stay off.

Look, Clayton, please, no.

He might walk with
everything that was Jack's.

- Including Ewing Oil?
- Everything that was Jack's.

Morning.

Sue Ellen.

And did we sleep well?

What kind of a dumb
question is that?

You mean, you didn't rest better
knowing your daddy's back in your life?

Have you been lacing your
coffee already this morning?

That con man is not
my daddy, you know it.

He did have Jock's things
and from what he told...

I don't give a damn
what he told anybody.

Every word out of that
man's mouth is a lie.

He wants to get his
hands on Ewing money.

Theta you go. That's my JR.

Always afraid the world
wants something you have.

What other reason would
he have for being here?

He wants Ewing Oil,
that's what he wants.

Did I fall asleep when Miss
Ellie was talking last night?

Did she say that Jock
wanted Ewing Oil...?

Not Jock, Sue Ellen.

Parmalee or who
the hell ever he is.

And, of course he
didn't say that, but he will.

I'll bet everything
I have on it.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Morning.

Well, there are some
politicians who have...

one eye on, uh, legislation.

The other two eyes on
their election campaign.

And they read in the papers that
Canada can make a profit on $15 a barrel...

and the Persian Gulf
states at a fraction of that.

They don't understand why
Americans should need tariffs...

to raise them up to 22.

It's because it costs more to produce
a barrel of oil here than anywhere else.

The prices are up
now, and that's terrific.

When they go back
down, we need protection...

and $22 a barrel
is a fair price.

What am I giving
you a lecture for?

- You know as much about it as us.
- Because I'm playing devil's advocate.

It helps me sharpen
my sales pitch.

Well, good. But I've
got to take off now.

We're going to do a serious investigation
of Mr. Parmalee's background today.

I think that's a good idea.

- Bye-bye, Mama.
- Bye.

You keep punching, champ.
We're almost at the end of round one.

Coming.

Cliff, Jack's here.

Okay.

- Hi.
- Hey, kiddo.

- How you doing?
- I'm good, thanks.

- How are you?
- Great.

- Good to see you.
- Thanks.

Come on in the kitchen. I still
have something on the stove.

You know, the most amazingly
depressing thing happened to me yesterday.

- Oh?
- Mm-hm.

Right after you left the pool...

my ex-wife showed up.

Jack, you never told me
that you were married.

Well, on my achievement
scale of about one to 10...

didn't seem to register.

Well, obviously it did for her if she
went to the trouble of looking you up.

Maybe she's still
in love with you.

No, I don't think so.

April has one love in her life
and she's very, very faithful to it.

- Money.
- Hm.

Yup, she looked me up
because she read somewhere...

that I got a piece of Ewing
Oil, and she wants half of it.

Can she get it?

Well, I made a few
mistakes when I left her.

Like letting he! take
care of the divorce.

Evidently, she batted her
eyes to the judge a few times.

And he made
her a little present.

Like 50 percent of
my income for a while.

You've gotta be kidding.

Hm, I wish.

I mean, 50 percent, it kills me.

She's not entitled
to damn plug nickel.

New, Jack, she was your wife.

Wife? If I gave you a dollar
for every time she cooked...

it wouldn't buy you enough
gas to reach Demon.

I don't think you have
to worry about that.

Ewing Oil doesn't look like
it'll be showing any profits.

Of course Cliff did just gave
you an awful lot of money.

It'd serve you right it
she took half of that.

All right, let's not get
into that again and we...

Ah, good morning.

Oh, perfect. Breakfast
is ready. Let's sit down.

Hi, Jack. I'm glad
you came over.

Thank you, Cliff.

Keep on talking. Don't
let me interrupt you.

No. No, it's all
right. Not important.

I'm gonna get some
breakfast and go to the office.

I have a feeling that today is
gonna be one of those days...

where everything
starts coming together...

my way.

- Well, what did he say?
- Not a lot.

B.D. Calhoun never does.

But I got the impression that
he wasn't turned off by your idea.

Good. I wanna get going
and do something about this...

before the American
oil industry goes under.

You know. I was reading
in the trade paper...

320 independent oil
companies filed for bankruptcy...

and that's just last month.

I don't see the
Arabs shutting down.

- Yeah?
- J.R., Bobby just came in.

- You said you wanted to see him?
- Yeah, ask him in, would you?

My little brother is
gonna be joining us.

He's a funny kind of guy.

He doesn't always appreciate
the way I handle things.

I think we'll just keep this
Calhoun business to ourselves.

- Fine by me.
- He doesn't have to know about it.

- Yeah, come in.
- J.R?

Say, Bob. I want you
to meet a friend of mine.

- Garrett Gordon.
- How do you do?

- Bobby.
- He has an interesting background.

He was with the Central
Intelligence Agency.

- Oh, is that so?
- Yeah.

Well, I'm retired now.

I thought he'd be more helpful
on this Parmalee business...

than, well, say, a local
detective who only knows Dallas.

Where did you operate
when you were active?

Well, they liked to
move us around a lot.

Knows South America
like the back of his hand.

Oh, good.

I worked out of a couple of
American embassies down there.

I gave him everything we
know about that impersonator.

Which is not very
much, I'm afraid.

He could start with that
ranch up in Colorado.

And then work backwards
down through South America.

You sure you never
saw him before?

From what your brother tells me,
he had to have known your father.

Well, he had Daddy's
things, so we assume that.

Now the important thing is he knew
what Daddy told me up at Lake Takapa.

And you have no idea of how.

No, I can't imagine.

Well, we'll do our
best to find out.

I'm counting on it.

- So long.
- Nice to meet you.

JR.

Oh, listen, Bob.

Uh, I made an appointment
with Harv Smithfield.

Later on this afternoon,
I'd like you to join.

What's it about?

Well, I don't know about you...

but as far as I'm concerned...

Parmalee has a gun at our heads.

And I'm gonna make
sure it's not loaded.

- Good morning, Jackie. My sister in yet?
- Yes.

Call up Jordan Lee on the phone.

- Make an appointment for lunch.
- Today?

At the Oil Baron's
Club, that will do fine.

- Good morning, Pam.
- Morning.

- Uh, I was wondering...
- Oh.

- What...?
- Here it is.

Great. Oh, that's great,
$2 million. That's just great.

Well, now Jordan promises me...

that this will protect the
$11 million we've put in.

I've already put in.

What? Oh, yeah, well,
yeah. But you did it for me.

- And I appreciate that.
- Good, because I'm not doing it again.

- Yeah, what?
- I'm resigning as your personal banker.

Wait. Wait a minute.

No, you wait a minute.

When was the last time you
consulted me about anything?

Asked my advice or even
listened to a suggestion?

Oh, boy, I knew it. You're
not even married yet...

and already sounds of Bobby
Ewing coming out of your mouth.

Oh, you think so? Well,
you just shut up about Bobby.

Next time you bite the
hand that feeds you...

- it's gonna slap you down.
- That feeds me?

Supports you, puts a
safety net under you...

Oh, if you weren't my brother.

Pam, what has gotten into you?

I've been doing a
lot of thinking lately.

Especially since I saw
how badly you treat Jamie.

It's appalling. But
you know something?

It's no different than
you treat anybody else.

Including me.

You don't want anything
from me, do you, Cliff?

Just my money.

In case Barnes-Wentworth
collapses.

Pam, I'm shocked.

Oh, take your 2 million, and
shore up your deal with Jordan Lee.

But don't come back here,
because I'm not giving you any more.

Here's the belt
buckle. And the letters.

But what gets to me is that he
knows things about this family...

- that only Daddy could know.
- Or that he heard.

- What can he do with it?
- Nothing.

I tell you, this man is not Daddy.
There's nothing he can do legally.

Is that right, Harv?

We're governed here by
the laws of Braddock County.

Now, normally. There's a
seven-year waiting period...

before a missing person
can be declared dead.

Now, at the time
of Jack's hearing...

he'd been gone for
less than two years...

and there was no
body ever found.

Now, it someone should come
along to contest the court's decision...

- it's possible he could have a case.
- You gotta be out of your mind.

The law works in
mysterious ways.

Are you telling me some
guy can just walk in...?

Bobby, he'd have to
have proof, of course.

The court would wanna
know where he's been.

His medical history would
have to match up with Jack's.

- There's a matter of fingerprints.
- The man doesn't have fingerprints.

Conveniently burned off.

Well, there are other things.

Look, I don't specialize in this
kind of law so I could be wrong.

All I'm trying to say, though...

is I think J.R. is right to
take this threat seriously.

The man is not Daddy.

I don't say he is. I couldn't.

But you've gotta
understand one thing.

Reality and the law are
sometimes different things.

And it this man could convince
the court that he's your daddy...

he might walk away with
everything that was Jack's.

Including Ewing Oil?

Everything that was Jack's.

Call and get more of those little
socks with the little frills on top.

Pick up (he pace. We
have 3 kn 01 orders.

We gotta get them
all out today, hurry.

Hello. Yes, Ben?

Uh, all right, let me
just check on them.

Yes, let me check
on it, all right.

Cynthia? I got Georgette's
boutique on the line.

What happened to that
red-tasseled teaser we sent them?

- We didn't send them. They're here.
- Supposed to go out three days ago!

Tomorrow, Bert, guaranteed.
They're already on the trucks.

Ben, when I say guaranteed,
that is a promise. Okay, goodbye.

- Hi.
- Uh, yeah.

Oh, hi.

Cynthia, will you get
that other line, please?

Lady, you are killing me.

What are you talking about?

In the last two weeks...

I've sold more products than I
did in four years in this business.

I can't handle it.

- You're not complaining.
- It should go on forever.

This place turned into a circus.

I already hired on more help. I
gotta find myself a new space.

I never dreamed it'd get so big.

Frankly, neither did I.

You know what my
problem is? Supply.

See this stack of orders, it goes
up to the ceiling. I cannot fill them.

You can manage.

I don't know. I got a call
in to every manufacturer...

in the south and southwest.

Really? Well you better pick up the
phone and call the rest of the country.

Because, um, things are
only going to get better.

Lady... you sure
know how to pick them.

It's a family talent.

My, my, my. She
can go right up here.

- Mighty fine.
- Mighty fine.

You go get the
front. I'll put this up.

How do you do, sir?

Fill it up, unleaded.

Check oil and water?

Yeah, you might as well.
You got a soda machine?

Sod... Yeah, right through
there, and to your left, sir.

Oh, God.

Oh, ain't she something?

I'd give anything to
get my arms around her.

Yeah, I bet she
would, you little lowlife.

Have a little respect for women.

Hey, what are you doing?

Buy yourself a book, learn how to
read instead of looking at this trash.

- Anything else for you, sir?
- No, here.

- I'll get that change for you.
- I don't need any change.

- Dora Mae.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Lee.

- Cliff Barnes get here yet?
- Yes, I'll take you right over.

Cliff? Sorry I'm late.

Couldn't break out
of my last meeting.

I just got here.

I'll have a bourbon
and branch, please.

Cassie will bring it right over.

Well.

I was glad to hear from you.

I guess you talked to Pam.

No, actually, I didn't.

You didn't ask her
for the 2 million?

I'll tell you, without that, you stand
a chance of losing your investment.

That will mean $11
million down the drain.

Well, if I do, it's your fault.

- My fault?
- That's right.

You talked me into it. You told
me it was a no-lose situation.

I never said that.

I said it was a
good deal, and it is.

Yeah, so good that sister
is about to lose $11 million?

Talk to her, Cliff.

Pam is an intelligent
woman, she'll understand.

No. Nope. I've thought
long and hard about it.

Good conscience, I can't ask
her to fill good money after bad.

Listen, I resent that attitude.

What I got you into was a
prime situation, and it still is.

All right, then you buy me out.

Well, I'll do it the second it I
had the cash just to get rid of you.

I know somebody interested.

- Who?
- Marilee Stone.

Great. Talk to her.

Tell her I'm ready to
sell, 75 cents on the dollar.

If it were me, I wouldn't
give one red cent over 50.

Forget it, Cassie. I'm leaving.

I'll tell you
something else, Cliff.

That's the last deal you'll
ever get involved in with me.

Hey, at your rate of
return, I certainly hope so.

Charlie, come on. I
have to get to the shop.

Oh, no.

What on Earth do
you think you're doing?

You get back in that house
and take that paint off now.

But all the girls wear makeup.

I don't care about
all the other girls.

I care about you.

You don't care about anything.

Are you all right?

Oh, it's this constant fighting. I
don't know what to do with her.

She's getting worse and
worse. It's making me sick.

The doctor took some
tests the other day.

He thinks I might
be getting an ulcer.

No.

I don't know where you
two were headed now.

But the reason I stopped by...

was to see if Charlie'd like to
come and ride Darius for a while.

Oh, I don't think so, Ray.

Why not?

She told me this
morning she hates Darius.

She hates Southfork, and
she never wants to ride again.

She's just hurting real bad.

She's still feeling
a lot of pain.

One thing I'll
guarantee you, though...

is she does not hate
that horse of hers.

I've been thinking.

What if we moved Darius...

from Southfork over
to my new place?

That way, you could come over
and see her anytime you wanted to.

And neither one of you would have
to face any of the rest of the family.

Oh, I don't know, Ray.

Why not?

Maybe it'd help take a
little of that tension out.

Well, it's worth a try.

- Anything is worth a try.
- Good.

I'm gonna go first thing in
the morning and do it myself.

You're a lovely man, Ray.

If I were Donna, I'd watch out.

Thanks.

My pleasure. Yeah.

- See you tomorrow, Sly.
- Bye-bye.

- Good night, ladies.
- Good night, J.R.

Say, Sly. What's the word
on that lingerie company...

I asked you to look into?

I got the address for you but
I'm trying to find out who owns it.

- Keep on it, will you?
- Yes, sir.

Excuse me. I'm
looking for Jack Ewing.

You mean JR. Ewing?

No, Jack Ewing.

He owns a piece of Ewing Oil, and
I thought he might be working here.

You're right. He does own
a piece of this company.

But he doesn't have
anything to do with it.

- Who are you?
- I'm just an old friend of Jack's.

I heard about his good fortune,
and I wanted to congratulate him.

Uh-huh. Well, his good fortune starts
the day he gets out of my company.

I'm J.R. Ewing.

April Stevens.

Well, April. If you're
really a good friend of his...

you might tell him that that piece he's
holding is not gonna do him any good.

Really? I'd have thought
10 percent of Ewing Oil...

would do a person a lot of good.

You know about that
percentage, do you?

He was in all the papers.

Oh, I see. Well, I guess
if you read about that...

you also read that we're right in
the middle of a huge price slump.

And it's tearing
this industry apart.

Are you telling me that Ewing
Oil's having financial difficulties?

Well, every independent in
America is having financial difficulties.

But Ewing Oil is
such a huge company.

Mm. Let me give you a little
lesson in economics, huh?

You see, the bigger the
company, the bigger the debt.

And I don't care if you
got a billion dollars...

if your debt is a billion and
one. You're losing money.

A billion dollars?

You'd have to be very
rich to owe a billion dollars.

Yes.

Well, I don't know how
close you are to Jack.

But like I said before, you
might explain a few things to him.

It could save us
all a lot of trouble.

Good night, J.R.

Uh-huh. Yeah. Night, Sly.

Good evening, Miss Ellie.

How dare you come
back here again?

No. Oh, no.

Don't do that.

I've been hanging
around out here for hours.

Not knowing if you'd
come out, hoping you would.

Hoping you'd be alone.

What is it you want?

Just to see you, Ellie.

I can't tell you how much I've missed
you, and now it's worse than ever.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I don't know you!

Ellie, you don't
know how it was.

At first, not knowing who I was.

Or what I meant to
anybody in the world.

And then gradually
finding out...

but then realizing...

that life had changed so much for
you, my showing up again might hurt you.

You are not Jock Ewing.

Believe me, I
wish that I weren't.

It'd be easier. But I am.

Am.

Since I saw you again...

and touched your hand
and looked into your eyes...

you've been drawing
me like a magnet, Ellie.

Just like the time that Punk...

lent us his lodge down
on the lake, remember?

For that second
honeymoon I took you on.

- How do you...?
- What?

Remember?

How could I forget?

You think it meant any
less to me than it did to you?

Neither one of us
were kids then, Ellie.

But it was like
we were 18 again.

- My God.
- What the hell are you doing here?

- Clayton?
- You were told to get off this ranch.

- Now get off and stay off.
- No, Clayton, please, no.

Amongst the three of us...

you've got about the
least amount of rights here.

Don't talk to me about right...

Oh, no, wait. Clayton, no.

Miss Ellie...

I can't believe
you can't see me.

Even through this
mask of a face.

We see through you, all right.

Get off this property. Now.

Please.

I've done lots of readings
since I've been alone.

Some of it in the Bible.

And there's a line in there
that says forgive them, Father...

Joy they know not what they do.

I forgive you, Ellie.

But it's hard.

Hi.

Uh, excuse me. Do you happen
to know 391“ named Apr“ Stevens?

Yeah. She's in the
chaise by the waterfall.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Okay.

Uh...

Excuse me, I'm Cliff Barnes.

And if you really stretch
the point, we're family.

Don't tell me. You're
Adam, I'm Eve.

No. No.

You see, we are... 01 I
say, we were related, son of.

Because I just married Jamie Ewing,
and you were married to her brother, Jack.

- I'm surprised Jack told you about me.
- He didn't.

You know, I just overheard
him talking about you to Jamie...

and I, uh...

started to ask around, I
found out where you lived.

Rushed right over to
welcome me to Dallas.

Hey, with looks like yours I'd
go anywhere to welcome you.

I'm amazed that Jack let you go.

Come here for a reason
or to watch me oil my legs?

No. I heard that you get 50
percent of everything that Jack owns.

And Jack has
something that I want.

Really?

A little piece of Ewing Oil.

And I'd be willing to pay you
a lot of money for your half.

Interesting.

Well, I'm no expert.

But I was talking
to someone who is.

And he said that given the
condition of today's oil market...

that 10 percent wouldn't show
a profit for a long, long while.

So why are you willing
to pay me lots of money?

Because my interest in
Ewing Oil is strictly personal.

And unlike you, I
can wait for my profit.

Why unlike me?

Because I sense that
you're a girl in a hurry.

Here's my card...

with my private office
number on there.

I want you to think it over.

Just came in to a
lot of extra money...

and I think we could
do business together.

Stranger things have happened.

Nervous?

Why? Do I look nervous?

Why the bodyguard?

Jack, wait outside.

Okay, I'm gonna figure
on 15, 20 men in all.

I'm gonna filter them
into the country slowly.

- Not gonna look like us, are they?
- No, they're gonna look Arabic.

Most of them are
gonna fly into Riyadh...

and the port cities. New...

the fuel itself has
been my main problem.

It's right smack in
the middle of a desert.

Yeah. Probably surrounded
by a small army too.

No, but it's pretty
well-protected.

Now getting explosives to
them has been my headache.

We figured out a way to do it.

We're gonna carry them
in with the Bedouins.

- The Bedouins?
- That's right, on horses and camels.

That's the craziest
idea I've ever heard of.

Why don't you get
them in on helicopters?

Oh, I can get in that way. I
mean, getting out is another story.

I don't send my men
on suicide missions.

Huh. I don't... Bedouins.

The Bedouins are an
interesting group of people.

They're like the Gypsies.

They're the only tribe alive that
can travel those sands freely.

They can even cross in and out of
Israel without too much interference.

- Is that a fact?
- Yeah.

But as I said, I only plan on using
them to carry some equipment in.

And a couple of our men.

Now, everybody's
gonna rendezvous...

the charges will be set
and our people will slip out.

And 24 hours later, it's gonna
look like the Fourth of July.

What about the risk factor?

What, financially?

No, no. We'll get to that later.
What if somebody gets killed?

Hey, this isn't a Sunday school
picnic, but then that's not your problem.

No. But I'll tell you
what my problem is...

somebody finding out
that I'm behind this project.

Just suppose one of your men does
get killed, the body is traced back here.

Mr. Ewing, if you don't think I know
my business, you find somebody else.

I might leave a few
bodies scattered around...

just to throw
bloodhounds off the track.

I mean, they're gonna
be dead before I get them.

- I don't plan on creating any new ones.
- All right. All right.

I just don't wanna be responsible
for another Bay of Pigs fiasco.

Yeah. Well, neither do I.

Now, what I have outlined
here is just a general plan.

I'm gonna narrow it down. I'm gonna
get back to you with a cost estimate.

But when I do I'm gonna
expect you to say yea or nay.

Then I'll need some
kind of down payment.

How much?

A million ought to
be good faith enough.

All right, you got a deal.

I just wanna make
sure my name is in clear.

And what else?

And a hamburger with mustard
and ketchup and everything.

And a double
scoop of chocolate...

and a soda.

Wait a minute.

- And popcorn.
- Where are you gonna put all that?

He's gotta put it on his face,
on his shirt and all over my car.

Daddy, look. It's Charlie.

Hi, Charlie.

Get out of here, kid.

Charlie, it's me.

Go on. Beat it. She
doesn't wanna talk to you.

Hey, just keep your
hands off the kid.

Here comes Daddy
to protect little precious.

Does your mama know you're
hanging around with these clowns?

- Leave me alone.
- Charlie, I'm talking to you.

- Bobby, maybe we shouldn't.
- You heard her.

She said leave her alone.

When I wanna hear from
you, son. You'll know it.

Isn't that cute?

You have no right
to tell me what to do.

Daddy?

What are you smoking, partner?

He sure asks a lot of questions.

Come on, Charlie.
I'm taking you home.

- No.
- You're about to make a big mistake.

- You just made one.
- Oh, yeah?

Come on, you're coming with me.

- No, I hate you.
- Yes, you are.

I hate you. You have
no right to do this.

Come on.

Get in and sit down.

- I'll take her to Jenna's, all right?
- Sure.

I'll send Cassie right over.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming, Mavis.

Did you think I wouldn't?

Something from the bar?

Oh, yeah. I'll have
some white wine, please.

And I'll have an
iced tea, please.

I had to talk to somebody
outside the family, Mavis.

Something's happened...

that's just thrown
me so completely.

If you're talking about the new
foreman that you hired, I know about it.

- How?
- Punk told me.

It's staggering.

He seems to know so
much about our lives.

On the way over here, I was
trying to imagine how I would feel...

if something like this
had happened to me.

Could you imagine it?

I mean... what if it was Punk?

And you thought... You
thought he was dead.

And then he came back.

But he looks so different.

Ellie, I can't be really sure...

but I think that I
would feel something.

Four years is along time.

Memory can play
funny tricks on people.

Oh, I know. Good Lord, Ellie.
Though, you were his wife.

You know that man inside.

Forgetting the face
or anything else.

I thought... I thought
about that. I think that's so.

No.

Whoever this man
is, he cannot be Jock.

Ellie, you'd sense
something if he were.

You don't, do you?

The odd thing is...

that I do sense something.

There's something,
something familiar about him.

Maybe that's why...

I can't pass the whole
thing 0” as a hoax yet.

There's something about...

the way he talks to me.

That very gentle...

but strong way that Jock had.

Here you are.

Ellie, do you really
think it's possible?

No. No, not really.

But what if it were?

Oh, Ellie.

I have this vision...

that's kept me awake every
night since he's appeared.

That the man behind...

that unfamiliar face...

really is Jock.

And... he's homeless...
and rejected...

by his sons and his wife.

My God, Mavis.

What if he really is Jock?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I, uh... We
brought Charlie home.

What was she doing with you?

Well, she wasn't
with us, really.

We went to a hamburger place...

she was in the parking
lot with some rough guys.

Well, they were
probably her friends.

No, I don't think these were the kind
of friends you'd have chose for her.

Jenna, we don't
mean to interfere.

Well, you're doing a
pretty good job of it.

I just didn't think she should
be hanging around with them.

Who are you to tell me who my
daughter can hang around with?

Jenna, they're smoking dope.

- The last thing that we want to do is...
- Look, you stay out of this.

You have no right to interfere.
It has nothing to do with you.

- Jenna...
- And you either.

Charlie is my daughter, and
I can raise her perfectly well.

It's only because
we're concerned, Jenna.

She doesn't need your
concern and neither do I.

What she does is our business.

Now, would you please just"?

Just leave?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Well, it's like you to work
on the barn before the house.

Yeah.

I figure you came out here
for more than an inspection.

- So, what is it, Donna?
- Well...

I just got something on my mind.

And I can't quite get it out.

You're gonna tell me what it is
or am I suppose to start guessing?

Oh, look. When I called you
from Washington the other night...

and Jenna answered the phone...

Why was she here?

Pardon?

Jenna Wade.

Why was she have
at your house at night?

I'm not so sure I
wanna answer that.

- Don't you think I have a right to know?
- I sure don't.

Ray, um...

Jenna is a woman who's
been hurt real badly.

So now...

you're saying that she's
bouncing 0” Bobby on to me?

No.

No, but things happen.

Jenna is alone.

And so are you.

Not by my choice.

Are you having an
affair with Jenna Wade?

You mean, am I
sleeping with her?

No, I am not.

And that's about all I'm gonna
tell you about Jenna and me.

I'm sorry, I...

You're really something else.

First, you wanna know who
I'm with, then why I am with her.

You know. That is
none of your business.

As long as you're living
under somebody else's roof.

We are still married.

Oh, yeah?

Look at that.

See that big, beautiful
house over there?

I bought that for us.

Look here.

That is the key
to the front door.

Let me see you move in.

You're not gonna
do that, are you?

You wanna stay
right where you are.

You don't wanna be here, but
you're jealous of anybody who does.

I am not jealous.

Then what's all
this about Jenna?

I may have trouble
living with you...

but I still love you.

Well, hi, Dave.

Well, hello. Don't
we know each other?

I don't think so.

I don't think I'd
forget a face like that.

Would you excuse me, please?

- Who is that?
- I don't know.

He's just someone who
thought he knew me.

Oh?

Good evening. I
have your table ready.

Oh, thank you, Dora Mae.

Dora Mae.

You know, I almost got
in a fight over you today.

- Over me?
- Yeah.

At a gas station,
this grease monkey...

was stapling up that centerfold
picture of yours. I almost laid him out.

My hero.

You're not taking
this seriously.

Of course I'm not.

There's nothing
to take seriously.

Oh, look. Let's just drop it.

Why ruin my first
night out of prison.

Prison?

It's the first time since that
detective started following us...

to see if you're
taking me out in public.

Excuse me. Would you like
something to drink before dinner?

- Just a plain soda.
- My regular, please. Thank you.

Excuse me.

Ma'am, you look real familiar.

Oh, not again.

Yes, ma'am. We'd
know you anywhere.

Especially now.

What's going on here?
We're trying to have a dinner.

- J.R.
- We just want an autograph.

This is a decent restaurant.

- Don't you respect anybody's privacy?
- J.R., it's not important.

Huh?

Ma'am, you sure are pretty.

Would you get the hell out of here, or
I'll have you thrown out. Go on. Go on.

See the kind of vermin
that picture attracts?

For somebody who's worried
about being noticed in public...

you certainly made a scene.

Me? Quite a scene.
Look at yourself.

Where's that drink?

Am I disturbing you?

Another voice from the chorus?

What chorus is that?

The one trying to
sing me out of town.

No. No, not at all.

I came to help.

Well, I'm afraid I don't have
much to offer in the way of comfort.

I understand that.

In fact, um... that's
why I came over.

I don't imagine you
have very much money.

I've seen better times.

So you say.

And until you see them again...

I'm hereto help.

With money?

I have more than
enough for my needs.

That's interesting.

Sit down.

If you're offering me help, it must be
because you believe I am who I am.

Well, I wouldn't
stake my life on it.

But I am willing to give
you the benefit of the doubt.

I never thought
you'd be the first.

Anyway. Whether
or not you are Jock...

your being here is
driving J.R. crazy.

And I can't tell you how
that brightens my life.

Well, Sue Ellen...

you've certainly changed
in the last few years.

Used to be whenever
J.R. hollered “boo“...

you headed
straight for the bottle.

Have you turned over a new
leaf since I've been away?

Something wrong?

Just thinking.

Wouldn't it be funny if
you really were Jock?

You haven't given me an answer.

How much do you need?

Nothing.

There is one thing
I would like, though.

I barely even seen my grandson.

Would you bring
him around one day?

I might just do that.

Charlie!

What?

The phone is ringing.

Probably for you.

Well, would you get
it? I'm doing something.

So am I.

Hello?

Hold on a minute.

I knew it was for you.
Nobody ever calls me.

Well, who is it?

The doctor that you went to see.

Hello?

Yes, Dr. Fordham.

Well, it comes and goes.

Sure. I can come
and see you tomorrow.

Well, do you know
yet what's wrong?

Oh, no.

Yes.

Tomorrow.

Thank you, Dr. Fordham.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, no.