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Be careful, Mr. Ewing.

If the agency ever found
out you were involved in this...

you'd need more than money
to keep you out of a federal pen.

Ten percent of Ewing Oil is
worth, mm, what, 200 million bucks?

I'm ready to sell you my
shares for an even 125.

Why did this have to happen?
I wish that baby didn't exist.

I wish Jenna didn't exist.

You stand there when that man
makes a mockery of our marriage?

Didn't know what to do.

From this moment on...

any of you wanting to do
business with Ewing Oil...

the man to talk to is me.

Ellie.

Clayton.

Oh, Clayton, I'm sorry.

What are you
doing here with him?

Well, he showed up at the
wedding and he wouldn't leave...

until I promised to meet him.

Why didn't you come to
me? I'd have made him leave.

Because I knew how you'd
do it. I knew there'd be a fight.

You think I want to see the two of
you end up having heart attacks?

- Well, what did he want, for God's sake?
- Just to talk.

Oh, Clayton. Clayton, please.
Please, don't be angry at me.

You promised that
you'd support me in this.

How can I support you if you
don't tell me what's going on?

It's unbelievable. I come down here
to surprise you, take you to dinner.

- And I find you with this" This...
- Oh, Clayton, don't.

For heaven's sakes, don't. You
sound like a jealous schoolboy.

I just talked to
him, that's all.

Good Lord, what do
you think is going on?

I don't know.

You tell me, while you're
standing there holding that flower.

Paul Beacons is here. Do
you need a few more minutes?

- Send him in.
- Yes, sir.

- Right this way.
- Hey, Paul.

- Good to see you. Ha, ha.
- JR.

Uh, we won't be using
you anymore tonight.

You take off.
What can I get you?

- Scotch, bourbon?
- No, just plain soda will do.

They took half my stomach
away from me last year.

- I'd like to keep the other half.
- Heh, can't blame you for that.

Listen, Paul, uh...

I know we promised to sign
today but there's been a problem.

Yeah, nothing serious.

No. It's just that we
need some more time.

I got wind that something
like this come up...

but, uh, I figured you hadn't canceled
the meeting, you'd worked things out.

Oh, don't you worry,
we'll work things out.

And we won't be using that
paper-pusher at Cattleman's either.

Yeah, I heard, uh...

- They cut your credit.
- Can you believe that?

After 50 years of
doing business together.

It's hard to blame them, J.R..
With the rumors going around.

- That's all they are, Paul, rumors.
- That's right.

Now, look, boys, I'm sympathetic
to your problem. Truly, I am.

But the thing of it is, I am
losing money day by day.

We are going to buy your
company. Don't worry about a thing.

Normally, I wouldn't. But,
see, uh, I've got another offer...

from Jeremy Wendell.

Now, what happens if I wait for
you and find you can't work it out?

- We're gonna work it out.
- But supposing you can't?

Wendell is gonna find out
about it and I can guarantee you...

that the price he would pay
me then wouldn't be half...

- of what I can get for it now.
- All we need is a week.

Yeah, just a week,
that's not much.

We'll have everything wrapped up,
ready to go by the Oil Baron's Ball.

Well...

Okay. But if you haven't...

- Thanks, Paul. We won't forget this.
- Really appreciate you coming by.

Don't you worry about a thing.

See you, now.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

- Mr. Valentine.
- It is out of the question.

- Let me explain.
- What do you think I am, an idiot?

I know what you're
getting at. You're her agent.

You want her do other products.
Well, N-period-O. Shall we?

It's not fail, you know. Mandy's been
getting calls from all over the country.

And why? Because of us.

We know that, Mr. Valentine,
and we're very grateful.

Valentine Lingerie
made that girl.

We'd be crazy to let her go.

Even for a Hollywood deal?

For anything.

Out of curiosity...

what sort of Hollywood deal?

Well, a man named Bruce
Harvey called me today...

from Rocket Films.

He's seen the Valentine ads.

And he wanted to know if
Mandy was free to do a film.

Well, you know what to tell him.

Bruce Harvey.

He does more exploitation pictures
than anybody in the business.

Those exploitation
films are schlock.

I will not be
associated with that.

Nor will my girl.

We'll think about it.

Bye-bye.

Dam, I hate these things.

I hate these" Ah!

Doggone it.

Mm, what you doing here?

- Can I come in?
- Come on in. Come on in.

- What's wrong with your hand?
- I burned it. I burned my meal too.

I thought something smelled
funny in here. Let me see.

- Ooh, do you have any salve, huh?
- I don't need any salve.

It's not that serious.

Just put some
ice on it, you know.

Surprised me. What
you doing here?

How come you and your husband
aren't out, kicking up your heels?

Ah, things aren't terrific, huh?

Mm-mm.

He went to see Jenna again.

I didn't take it very well.

She is pregnant.

He is the father.

He's afraid she might
have an abortion.

Ha-ha-ha. Afraid? Hey, I'd be
sticking pins in a voodoo doll.

Stop it. That's a
horrible thing to say.

Yeah.

But that's what
you're feeling, isn't it?

Yes, but I hate myself for it.

Be easier if that
baby were never born.

Damn it! Why did this have to
happen? I wish that baby didn't exist.

I wish Jenna didn't exist.

Oh, Cliff, what's
the matter with me?

Nothing.

But you're right
about what I'm feeling.

And it's so selfish.

Hey...

all of us are selfish
at one time or another.

Even me.

Oh, welcome to the human race.

If Jenna has that baby...

pan of Bobby is
always going to be hers.

I wanted him 100 percent.

There ain't nobody
in the world...

that has a hundred
percent of anybody.

Is there?

Hey, Bob.

I'm afraid I'm not very
good company today, J.R.

Heh, neither am I.

I figure we don't have to put on any
smoke-and-light show for each other.

This thing with Jenna's
really got you going, hasn't it?

For the first time in my
life, I don't know what to do.

Seems to me you've
already done it.

- You married Pam.
- I'm talking about the baby.

I know what
you're talking about.

Now, it seems to me like the best thing
to do is just let things run their course.

You know what you're
saying, don't you?

That I should let her have an
abortion and not even open my mouth.

Well, you tried, didn't you?

If I could just make
her listen to me...

I think I could convince
her to keep the baby.

Oh, Bob, is that
what you really want?

I mean, think about it.

You'd be ruining your marriage
before it even got going.

There's a joke.

You're concerned about my
marriage to Pam all of a sudden.

I'm concerned about you.

I wonder.

Because Pam is the
woman you've chosen.

I wonder if maybe if
you're more concerned...

that if I have another child...

that adds up to one
more Ewing heir.

Now, this may come
as a surprise, Bobby...

but not all my
motives are selfish.

Maybe sometimes yours are.

Clayton.

You can't do this to yourself.

No dinner, and now
you're not sleeping.

You have no idea how
frustrating all this is.

Why is it any more frustrating
for you than it is for me?

This afternoon after I left
you, I went to see Parmalee.

Don't worry, he wasn't there.

Well, I can't say that
I'm sorry to hear that.

The hotel manager
said he'd moved out.

Ellie, for the life of me,
I can't understand you.

Now, why won't you let me
or the boys take any action?

- Action?
- Yes.

You mean like beating
him up? Or shooting him?

- No.
- Look.

This man's already got you to meet
him behind my back. Now, what's next?

I don't know.

I don't know what's next.

You don't seem to realize that
I didn't expect this to happen.

Parmalee has no
place in our lives.

Now, if he's here, it's
because you want him to be.

And the only reason for that...

is that you're starting
to believe that he is Jock.

I have to find out.

Well, Mac...

when you finally took the
picture of Jock out of the house...

I thought I was
through fighting ghosts.

Well, they're back again.

And they're
starting to worry me.

- Mr. Ewing.
- Yeah?

Leo Daltry with
Central Intelligence.

- Can I speak to you a minute, please?
- Oh, sure.

I believe you know
a Mr. B.D. Calhoun.

Uh, yeah, that's right, I do.

You were seen with him a
few days ago at the Fair Park.

Oh, well, am I under
surveillance or something like that?

Uh, no, sir. He is.

Uh, would you mind telling
me what you were talking about?

Well, it's just a
private conversation.

B.D. Calhoun is a strange
man for someone like yourself...

to be associating with.

I wasn't associating with him, I was just
talking to him. I talk to a lot of people.

Why is he under surveillance?

Because he's known to
involve himself in activities...

better left to the
U.S. government.

Well, some people call
what he does patriotic.

Maybe.

And some would call it fanatic.
Frankly, we look upon it as dangerous.

That's why we like
to keep an eye on him.

Do you know where
he is right now?

No, how could I know?

Well, let me educate you.

He just left for
the Middle East.

We think the mercenaries he
uses are playing soldier again.

Well, it's got nothing
to do with me.

We hope not.

Then again, you won't
be the first businessman...

he suckered into financing
one of his schemes.

Be careful, Mr. Ewing.

You're a rich and powerful man.

But if the agency found out you
were involved in something like this...

you'd need a lot more than money
to keep you out of a federal pen.

Thank you for your time.

Sure, I've heard
these rumors, Marilee.

- Pam told me about it weeks ago.
- You don't believe it?

Hey, look, who is gonna believe
that Jock Ewing's still alive?

A lot of people are
starting to, a lot of people.

Like who?

Like half the oil and
banking community of Dallas.

And it's really taking its
toll on Ewing business.

Well, I can't say I'd be sorry,
but, uh, you ever meet this guy?

- What's his name?
- Parmalee.

No, but from all reports,
everything the man says checks out.

- Well, it's bizarre.
- I wanna tell you something.

If he does prove to be Jock...

every deal at Ewing Oil
will be out the window.

Not that you have any dealings
with Ewing Oil these days.

- Cliff.
- What?

A Miss Stevens for you.

Yes, I'll take that in here.

Hello, April.

You haven't forgotten
about me, have you?

What?

I'm sitting by the phone,
you don't call, you don't write.

Well, I'm sorry.

You know, uh,
some things came up.

Oh?

Nothing that will spoil
our little deal, I hope.

You do still want my
5 percent of Ewing Oil.

Well, we'll talk this weekend.

You are going to the
ball with me, aren't you?

The Dallas Oil Baron's Ball?

I wouldn't miss it for
a free trip to China.

Well, uh, I'll see
you this weekend.

I can't wait.

Bye-bye.

Jackie, get me Jack
Ewing on the phone.

- Uh, do you know where he is?
- How would I know where he is?

He's probably out spending
my hall-million dollars.

- Miss April Stevens?
- Yes.

Your boss certainly knows
how to get someone's attention.

Looks like you're gonna be busy.
Want me to unsaddle her for you?

No, thanks.

- Put them both on a hot walker.
- Sure.

Hi.

Hi.

I've been looking for you.

Just thought you might like to
know I just got back from the doctor.

Everything's fine.
Baby's fine. I'm fine.

So, uh...

shouldn't be any
problem with me flying.

So I, uh, guess you're
going to Washington again?

Well, not till after
the Oil Baron's Ball.

Really, I wasn't gonna go.

But then the trip
got postponed...

and I figured, why not?

- You gonna go?
- To the ball?

Mm-hm.

Oh, the only reason I ever
went is because you wanted to.

I wouldn't go without you.

And going with you?

Well, I guess that doesn't
make a lot of sense right now.

Besides, Bobby and Pam,
they'll be the center attraction.

Nobody would ever miss me.

Have you talked to Bobby lately?

Not since the wedding.

He's afraid that Jenna's
gonna have an abortion.

Anything is possible.

Ray...

He wants to see her again.

To try and talk her out of it.

It'd be best if he
stayed away from her.

It's his baby too, isn't it?

Is it?

Like that baby you're
carrying is mine?

Just exactly like this
baby I'm carrying is yours.

Bobby's right in this.

I can't believe that you
would think any differently.

You know what I think?

I think Bobby has no right
to tell Jenna about anything.

The baby is hers.

Whether or not she
keeps it, that is her choice.

Are you telling me that you believe
Jenna should have an abortion?

Right now what I believe
has got nothing to do with it.

The problem is not
mine. It is not Bobby's.

It is Jenna's.

And whatever she decides
to do, she has to live with it.

As far as Bobby goes, he
wants everything his own way.

Don't we all?

If people want to compromise,
they can work things out.

Compromise?

Why is it people always use
that word when they mean:

“Do it my way.“

You don't wanna
compromise, Ray Krebbs.

You don't wanna do it my way...

any more than I
wanna do it yours.

Do you always entertain
your guests out here?

Well, the special ones.

- Thank you, Clark. That will be all.
- Yes, sir.

Can I have the other
half of my prize?

This one's getting lonely.

Oh, you'll get it.

And it's not a prize,
it's a down payment.

A down payment.

I can't imagine what for.

Oh, sure you can.

It's the same thing that idiot Cliff
Barnes has been sniffing around you for.

Your half of Jack's
share of Ewing Oil.

Oh, that.

Don't I get a real one?

You don't drink during the day.

I heard you tell three
people that at the wedding.

Hmm, and what else
do we know about me?

Well, for one thing. You're
a very ambitious young lady.

You're smart enough to know a good
deal when it bumps you on the nose.

And I'm about to offer you one.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Now, if I know Jack,
he's willing to spill blood...

before he'll let a piece of Ewing
Oil go, especially to his ex-wife.

That means a court case.

Do you have any idea how
much a court battle costs?

I've a fair idea.

Do you also have a fair idea
how you're gonna pay for it?

Where there's a
will, there's a way.

Ha, ha, yeah, well...

Where there's money,
there's often a better way.

Now, listen to me. I
know Cliff Barnes real well.

Better than I want
to, to tell you the truth.

And whatever he's offered you is not
what your 5 percent is worth, darling.

Now, I'm gonna
make you an offer.

I'm very willing to pay
you the fair market value...

tor whatever your shares are
worth on the day you sign them over.

Minus, of course, uh.
What it costs to get them.

What does that mean?

It means that I'll advance you whatever
it takes to mount a proper court case.

Huh...

But, you know, legal expenses
are only part of what I need.

A trial can take
such a long time.

And I'm just a working
girl. With no work.

You'll have more than enough
to live on. I'll take care of you.

Well, that sounds fine.

But, you know, Mr. Barnes' offer isn't
nearly as terrible as you might think.

What happens if I
decide to tum you down...

and go work with Mr. Barnes?

Then you'll find that my
reputation is very richly deserved.

You see, you're standing on my
building. And Dallas is my town.

I can open its doors to you
or I can shut them in your face.

You think about what
I've been talking about.

Carefully.

Well.

You're home late.

I know. I was shopping.

I got home early. I was hoping to catch
some time alone with you before dinner.

Seems like you're trying your
very best to be invisible lately.

Pam...

this isn't like you,
and you know it.

Usually when you have a
problem, you attack it, head-on.

Well, there is a problem but
I don't like my response to it.

I can understand that.

I hope you understand...

the same ton of bricks
that hit you tell on me too.

I know.

And I can't tum my
back on that, honey.

I know.

And as much as I'd like you to, you
wouldn't be the man I love if you did.

But it still bothers you.

I'd probably run
away if I could.

But I need you too much.

Would you like
another, Mr. Barnes?

I may as well. Did you see
if he called like I asked you?

- Yes, sir...
- Don't worry, there he is.

Hey, Cliff, I hope I didn't
keep you waiting too long.

Just 25 minutes.

- Vodka and lime, please, Cassie.
- Yes, sir.

Thought you were a
stickler for promptness.

Well, it all depends on
who I'm meeting. Ha, ha.

So, what's on your mind, Cliff?

Uh, I've been thinking about that offer
I made you for 10 percent of Ewing Oil.

Uh, I don't think that's gonna work out,
and I want my half-million dollars back.

Wait. Don't tell me you
believe those rumors...

- about Jock Ewing still being alive?
- Nope.

Oh, good. Good. And don't worry
about that half-million bucks, either.

You can just apply that.

- Apply it?
- Mm-hm.

Yep. You know, I've
been asking myself:

“Now, why would I spend the rest
of my life fighting with J.R. Ewing?“

You know how miserable
he can make you.

Thank you very much, Cassie.

So I thought, you know. “I
don't need the aggravation.

I mean, Cliff Barnes
is offering me...

what I'm sure is a very
good deal for my shares.

And why not sell it to
him?“ So, ha, I'm ready.

- No, wait a minute.
- No! No, I know what you're gonna say.

YOU were gonna say...

uh, I'm gonna try and fleece you. I
wouldn't do that to a brother-in-law.

Even though I know you and my sister
are not seeing eye-to-eye these days.

So 10 percent of Ewing Oil is
worth, what, 200 million bucks?

I'm ready to sell you my
shares for an even 125.

The deal is off, you understand?
Just erase it from your mind.

Cliff, I don't understand.

You were so anxious to get
your hands on those shares.

That's right, Cliff, you were.

- What changed your mind?
- What are you doing here?

I think he still believes
rumors about Jock being alive.

No, I don't. I'm not willing
to take a chance, that's all.

- Not for $125 million.
- One twenty-four and a half.

- You already gave Jack hall a million.
- You're right and I want it back.

Well, as you said, a deal
is a deal, even with family.

Hey, you're not thinking
of keeping my money?

It's not yours. It's his.

You put him up to this.

Remember, I was the one
who said not to go into the deal.

- I remember, Cliff, we were sitting up...
- No, I got it now.

I know what you're doing. You're
trying to get back at me for April.

It's not gonna work. I tell you.

I want my money back
and I'm gonna get it.

Ah, you know what, sis?

I think maybe we're
gonna get lucky.

I think maybe Cliff and
April will end up together.

And I can't think of any two people
who deserve one another more.

Mm-hm.

It's very nice of you
to contact me, Mrs."

You know, when
Mandy's agent called me...

she forgot to tell
me your last name.

Sue Ellen will do just fine.

Well, Sue Ellen, I'd like to
talk about Mandy Winger.

Why not? Everyone
seems to be these days.

With pretty good reason. She's
an exceptionally beautiful woman.

I'd like to make an
actress out of her.

So Buffy tells me.

- Would you like anything else?
- No, not for now.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Thank you.

Tell me, just how firm is
your refusal to let Mandy go?

Well, I don't know.
Mr. Valentine's refusal is absolute.

But he doesn't
control the company.

Under the right
circumstances, um...

I might release her.

Well, perhaps we can
arrange those circumstances.

I own two properties that
Mandy would be perfect for.

One to shoot in New
York, the other in LA.

But I could change
those locations.

We could shoot
right here in Dallas.

I see.

Well, I don't think we have
to worry too much about that.

Mandy has been
working very hard...

and I think it would be good
for her to get out of Dallas.

In fact, um...

I was thinking.

I took a little trip to Hong
Kong not too long ago.

Don't they make a lot
of movies ever there?

Yes, they do.

Well, I just tell in
love with the Orient.

And I was thinking that it you
could come up with a movie...

in, say, Singapore
01 Malaysia...

I might be interested
in helping finance it.

Really?

It would have to
be something, um...

artistic, maybe.

And I know you would
like to take your time with it.

Oh, absolutely.

Well, I'm sure that we
could work something out.

Why don't I talk to my people
and, um, put together a proposal...

get back to you,
say. In about a week?

A week.

Just in time for
the Oil Baron's Ball.

- Have you ever been to one?
- No, I haven't.

But I understand it's the
event of the year here.

Why don't I get you tickets
and you can see for yourself?

Oh, I'd like that.

Maybe I can even
find a date for you.

Somebody you
might find very, uh...

suitable.

Oh, I'd like that too.

One more thing. If we should
bump into each other, and we might...

you don't know me.

Whatever you say.

In fact, it might be better if you
don't mention me to anybody at all.

I would hate for anything to slip
out and spoil our relationship...

before you even start the film.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Come in, gentlemen.

Sony we're late. Traffic
at the Galleria was a mess.

- Yes, Saturdays it's always like that.
- Well, what's it look like?

Let's see. Uh, I believe I
told you over the phone...

Parmalee's blood type matches.

Yeah, you also said not to be
surprised since Daddy has type 0.

- What are we looking at?
- This is one of the last x-rays...

I ever took of Jock.

These little lines indicate
bone breaks. Here and here.

And this is where a
bullet once ripped through.

That was down in Marion
County, remember?

Of course I do. Some
dumb old cool tried to kill us.

And another simple break
here. And this is a compound.

Daddy got a lot of use
out of that old body.

Now, these fractures
are very specific, Harlan.

You telling me Parmalee
has the same ones?

As a matter of fact, he does.

- What?
- These and dozens more.

Each of those lines
indicates a break?

It certainly does.

This person ought to be dead.

Looks like he got run
over by a bulldozer.

No wonder he didn't
mind having x-rays taken.

Well, these x-rays tell
us a couple of things.

When you look at
the kind of fractures...

the degree of bone-knitting,
the scar tissues...

we can tell that
whoever this man is...

he went through the same kind of
accident that Jock must have had.

And at about the same time.

Damn it, Harlan.
Parmalee's not my daddy.

I can tell you another thing.

This man deserves our respect.

He endured more pain than
you or I, hopefully, ever will know.

Hello, you dear thing.
Congratulations, Bobby.

- Pam, wonderful to see you.
- Just fine.

- You look beautiful.
- I'm sorry we missed the wedding.

- Well, we missed you.
- Thank you.

Bye-bye.

Oh, Mavis, you look absolutely
wonderful. You look very relaxed.

Oh, I just wish you and
Clayton could've been with us.

Now, Ellie, how are you? I
hear that fellow's still in town.

Well, why are you
looking around like that?

He wouldn't have
the nerve to come.

- He showed up at the wedding.
- No.

Oh, Mavis, it's
been unbelievable.

Mavis, I know you two haven't
seen each other for quite some time.

But I need this
lady for a dance.

Oh, my.

The oil industry
may be in trouble...

- but you'd never know it here.
- Yeah.

Oh, here. Come with
me. Come with me.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Pam. Bobby. Here.

I'd like you to meet
someone. This is April Stevens.

This is my sister, Pam.
And her husband, Bobby.

How do you do? And congratulations.
Cliff brought me to your wedding.

But, uh, I'm sure you didn't see anybody
but this gorgeous man you married.

Thank you. Cliff, may I
see you for a moment?

Sure.

Cliff, what's the
matter with you?

First, you bring that girl to the
wedding and now to the ball?

Don't you have any
feelings at all for Jamie?

Jamie walked out on me.
What am I supposed to do?

Hide in the closet
for the rest of my life?

Look, JR.

Isn't that the Valentine girl?

Well, she doesn't look nearly as trashy
in person as she does in those pictures.

- Jack, would you dance with me, please?
- Sure.

Excuse me, Jamie.

- Um...
- No, thanks.

Wait till you're asked.

Well, hello, Mandy. Kind of
surprised to see you here tonight.

Uh, I don't believe
I recognize you, sir.

This party's supposed to be
for people in the oil business.

Bruce. (his is JR. Ewing.

J.R., Bruce Harvey.

Bruce is a Hollywood
film producer.

Oh, is that right?

What brings you to Dallas?

Business.

Bruce has been talking to me about
acting in a film he's gonna be doing.

Is that right? Well, you're gonna
be an actress now, are you?

- Yes, I hope so.
- Ha, ha. Excuse me, Mr. Hollywood.

What the hell's going on here?
You've been avoiding me for weeks...

and you show up with
that Tinseltown dummy?

I am just leading
my life. That's all.

And letting you lead yours.

Sue Ellen looks lovely. You must be
doing something to make her so happy.

You wait one damn minute, honey.

Looks like life's improving
for the both of us.

Donna? You all right?

No. I haven't been asked
to dance all evening.

Well, I'd be happy to
change that right now.

You wouldn't mind lending
me your husband, would you?

Lord, no. I'd just be
happy to sit down.

I'll bring him right back.

- I had a dream about you last night.
- Did you?

Mm-hm.

I dreamt we were on
top of your building.

And you were showing me
the city like you did last week.

And suddenly,
you took my hand...

and we just started to fly.

Really? I wonder what
Dr. Freud would make of that.

That we would probably
make a good team, you and I.

Does this mean you're
gonna accept my proposition?

Mm-hm.

And any others you
might like to make.

Ladies and gentlemen, if
you all will take your seats...

we'll get this evening's
program started.

Where you been? I've
been looking for you.

- Just talking.
- Ha-ha-ha. With him?

Better take a seat, if you can find
anybody who'll let you sit next to him.

Thank you, April...

I really enjoyed
that conversation.

What are you doing?

- Holding you up.
- Well, hold yourself up.

You're worse than I am.

Take lessons from your
daughter. Look at Charlie. Terrific.

You're the one who wanted to
do something different tonight.

You've been so good to us, Ray.

To me, to Charlie.

I haven't been doing
anything special.

Oh, I think you have.

I must be getting
something out of it too.

I guess the possibility of
me having an abortion...

has been a big subject
of conversation lately.

You're the only person who
hasn't offered an opinion.

Don't you have one?

Sure, I do. I'm not
gonna give it to you.

I suppose deep inside I...

I'm afraid having a baby
might lock me to the past.

I wouldn't worry about that.

If you decide to
have the baby...

you look at its little face
and nothing else will exist.

You're such a good man, Ray.

I don't know about that.

Oh, these skates are killing me.

Hello again, folks.

I hope you all
enjoyed your dinner.

Dessert's coming right up.

But before we get into that, we've
got a few awards to present tonight.

The first, of course, is the
Jock Ewing Memorial Award.

Yeah, that is if Jock
Ewing is really dead.

I'd like to ask Ellie
Ewing Fallow...

to come up here and
call out the winners.

Miss Ellie?

Excuse me a minute. I'd
just like to say a few words.

Who sold that son
of a bitch a ticket?

- I wish you wouldn't do this.
- I won't belong.

That man has no business here.

I've got as much business
as anybody else in this room.

Parmalee, you get
the hell 0” the stage.

- Bobby.
- Calm down, Bobby, please.

- Let him talk. Let him talk.
- Ellie?

Ellie's right. Let him say what
he's got to say. Maybe he'll go.

I don't know whether he's Jock
or not, but the man sure has guts.

Ladies and gentlemen, pardon me.

I'm not a man used to
washing laundry out in public.

But there's some things
that have got to be said...

and they might as
well get said right here.

Nobody wants to
listen to your lies.

What I wanna tell you
folks is there's no need...

for a Jock Ewing Memorial Award,
because Jock Ewing isn't dead.

My face may not be familiar to you,
though I've known most of you all my life.

But the name's the same.

That's right. I'm Jock Ewing.

The hell you are. Everybody
can see you're not my daddy.

You're not gonna
get a dime 0” us.

That man is an out-and-out liar.

Well, April, looks like we
don't have a deal after all.

Time has come to end this farce.

Well, that's the first true
thing you've said so far.

I've offered every proof
imaginable to my family.

All my personal
things, my letters.

I've submitted to
blood tests, x-rays.

They even brought
Punk Anderson around...

to check me out on what
happened down in South America...

just before my
helicopter went down.

Tell them, Punk.

Go on. What did you
say after we talked?

You told Miss Ellie.
Tell these folks.

What I said...

was you told me things that
only Jock Ewing would know.

That's right.

Okay, I've been real
tolerant up to now.

But they pushed me too far.

So I'm just going to
leave you with this.

Any of you wanting to do
business with Ewing Oil...

the man to talk to is me.

Thank you.

How the hell could you?

How could you stand there while that
man makes a mockery of your family?

01 our marriage.

I didn't know what to do.

Well...

I guess there's only
one reason for that.

Wendell, you grave-robber.

Boys, your daddy and I
have business to discuss.

Even Punk said he
passed these tests.

I didn't hear him say
anything about a lie detector.

Yeah, what about that,
Parmalee? What about a polygraph?

Well, the thing about lie
detectors is you can never be sure.

You see? He's trying
to back down already.

- Not the point.
- The point is you're afraid of the truth.

Not the truth.

It's just that I'm not sure a
polygraph will give that to you.

Good enough for
the rest of the country.

Not in court. Been proven
inaccurate too many times.

We're not in a court of law.

All right.

If I take the test
and pass it...

will you finally admit to the
world your daddy's back?

You just take the test.

All right. Set it up.

All right, now,
you listen to me.

If your aim is to disrupt my
family, you've achieved it.

I don't know if you're Jock
or not. We'll see about that.

If you are, you've got
a fight on your hands.

I've grown to love Ellie too
much to give her up now.

That's fair enough.

But if you're the
liar and pretender...

that many of us think you are...

you better look
for a cemetery plot.

Because I'll track you
down wherever you are.

And I'll kill you.