All language subtitles for Dallas S10E23

I want a truce. An
honest-to-God truce.

Move in with me. You and Charlie
would have a great life out there.

You are right. I am scared.

Get your hands off me, you
worm, before I break them.

The Ewings might've
lost their company.

Well, “might've“ just
ain't good enough.

Will you run away with me?

- It's about your cousin Jamie.
- What about her?

Her death may not
have been an accident.

Oh, my God.

I know they do that in Los
Angeles, but this is Dallas.

I know. Well, my son has
his first T-ball game today...

and I'm gonna
toss out the first ball.

How'd you rate that?

I don't know. They put the
mothers' names in a hat. I got lucky.

Tell Christopher to hit
one over the fence for me.

I'll do that, bye.

Hello, Pam.

Jeremy, what are you doing here?

Came to see Cliff.

Would you let him
know I'm here, please?

See you later.

Cliff, Jeremy Wendell
is here to see you.

Oh, send him in-.

Heard the good news, huh?
Come to congratulate me?

Well, in a manner of speaking.

I thought your good
news might be mine too.

How could that be?

If I remember correctly,
you do owe me $6 million.

- Yeah, I'm working on that.
- But you don't have it.

Eh.

Cliff...

suppose I would be willing to
forget the $6 million that you owe me.

Forget it? Oh, come on.

In exchange for selling me
your 10 percent of Ewing Oil.

- At the right price, of course.
- No. You gotta be crazy.

No way in the world
I'm letting go of that.

You're gonna have to
let go of something, Cliff.

Not on your life.

Well, what are we gonna
do about this $6 million?

I'll get it some place.

According to our deal...

three days after I call in
this loan you have to pay...

or I keep the one-third of
Wentworth Tool and Die...

- that you put up as collateral.
- I'll get you the $6 million.

I mean, you don't need
a piece of Wentworth.

No, I don't need it.
I don't even want it.

But I'm gonna take it
unless you pay off this loan...

which I'm calling right now.

You have three days to
come up with the money.

Be reasonable.

That's why I'm here.

I think it's very reasonable for you
to sell me 10 percent of Ewing Oil.

Where in the hell am I gonna
come up with $6 million in three days?

You wanna explain
to your sister...

how I own one-third of
Wentworth Tool and Die?

You don't think this outfit
is laying it on a bit thick?

Perfect, darling. Just perfect.

I feel like a vestal virgin.

The judge just loves virgins.

Good afternoon. We
have your table ready.

Thank you, Dora Mae.

Shall I have Cassie
bring you something?

Yeah, yeah. I'd appreciate that.

- Say, oh, isn't that Judge Loeb?
- Yes, sir.

By gully, it is. Well, if
this doesn't make my day.

I want you to meet
a friend of mine.

Say, judge?

- What a pleasant surprise.
- Hey, J.R. Son of a gun.

- Well, it's been quite a while.
- Yeah, yeah. It has, hasn't it?

How's that niece of yours
down at the university?

Oh, fine. Just fine. I can't thank
you enough for fixing that up for her.

I always like to help,
you know me, huh?

I'd like you to meet a
friend, April Stevens.

This is the good Judge Loeb.
Best man to sit on a Braddock bench.

- I'm honored.
- Pleasure to meet you, Miss Stevens.

Please, won't you sit down?

- I don't wanna interrupt or anything.
- Oh, sit down.

- All right.
- Thank you.

So, how have you been, J.R.?

Well, to tell you the
truth, I, uh, could be better.

You heard about us losing
10 percent of Ewing Oil?

Yes, Cliff Barnes inherited it
from his wife, if I'm not mistaken.

Yeah, and she'd be spinning
in her grave if she knew about it.

I tell you, it's a travesty.

Uh, I can't claim to be
very close to my cousin...

but I couldn't help noticing
how badly he treated her.

He couldn't have treated her too
badly, she left him her whole estate.

Well, that's just
it. She didn't.

She just hadn't signed
her will before she died...

or her divorce decree for that
matter. And he just got everything.

That's a shame if that
wasn't what she intended.

It's more than a
shame, it's a crime.

Uh, April here was married to
Jack, that was Jamie's brother.

And under the
terms of her divorce...

she was entitled to 50
percent of everything.

What's that have to do with
Cliff Barnes' inheritance?

Jack originally owned that
10 percent of Ewing Oil...

but he sold it to
his sister for $1.

- A dollar?
- Just before she died.

Yeah, can you believe that?

I've been trying to help this
girl. Been wracking our brains...

to find some way of
turning that bequest around.

On what basis?

He did it just to cheat me
out of my divorce settlement.

Yeah, isn't there something
called “malicious intent“?

Well, I think you mean “fraud“
or “deception of a third party.“

Didn't I tell you the
judge would understand?

But it's very
difficult to prove.

What's Jack Ewing
say about this?

We're having
trouble finding him.

Well, I suggest that'd be
your first order of business...

and after that, young lady. I
hope you get a very good lawyer.

Well, I just hope we have a
good judge when we get to court.

It's an interesting case, but it
looks pretty tough from your side.

You'd have to get
that will put aside...

and then you have to
prove your divorce rights.

Well, I don't wanna interrupt your
lunch. It sure is good seeing you.

Oh, you too, J.R.
It's always a pleasure.

- Thank you, sir.
- Ma'am, it was a real pleasure.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, he sure didn't
have much to offer.

One step at a time, darling.

One step at a time.

Videodisc 1422.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Here you go, Henrietta.

Put this in the Calhoun
file and seal her up.

That's it?

I would think so.

It's the final coroner's report.

Good night, B.D. Calhoun.

Alfred, open that.

Sure.

Let's bury this, huh?

Thousand Island or blue cheese?

What does the chef recommend?

Um... Blue cheese.

- Oh, no.
- Must be a fuse.

No. Just sit right
where you are.

We've been through
this a hundred times.

Here we go.

- Here, I'll get the fuses.
- Okay.

Great.

This happen very often?

Often enough.

There.

Well, you sure have
that routine down well.

It's no big thing.

If I ever need an electrician,
I'll sure know where to come.

I have to admit, though...

I think I liked it better
with just the candlelight.

Me too.

I swear.

Thank you.

I tell you what, somebody
up there heard you.

Yes, they did.

You can't feel me,
Clayton Fallow.

What, woman, are
you talking about?

That.

Salsa and chips.

- You're gonna get indigestion for sure.
- I will not get indigestion.

I've got a cast-iron stomach. I
grew up eating this kind of stuff.

- Well, your growing days are over.
- Well, since when are you my mother?

After the last time
you had jalapeno dip...

and paced the floor
until 4:00 in the morning.

Hm. Had things on my mind.

Ha-ha. You had
things on your stomach.

- Heh, heh, heh.
- Grandma! Grandma!

We're in here, Christopher.

- Hey. Well, step aside, Ty Cobb.
- Hi.

- Who?
- Would you believe Mickey Mantle?

- That good?
- You bet.

Come on outside, okay?

I wanna show you what
Mommy and Daddy bought me.

- All right.
- Hm.

- Have a chip.
- Thanks.

Oh, now, wait a minute. Don't
have too many of those, honey.

- You're all alike.
- Lucky for you.

Gonna spoil your dinner.

- Say, Bob, can I talk to you a minute?
- Uh, sure.

- Hi, Pam. How you doing?
- You go upstairs, honey.

- What's up?
- Oh, nothing much.

Enjoy the game?

It was fine, why?

Uh, well, I just wondered if
you had a chance to talk to Pam.

Pam and I always talk.

No, did she say anything about
that clawed brother of hers?

No, she didn't, and I
didn't ask her about him.

I'm going upstairs, have a shower
and have a nice dinner with my family.

- I didn't mean anything by it.
- Yes, you did.

You always do.

But what goes on between
her and Cliff is their business.

Listen, you're taking this real
lightly. I'm very concerned...

about that brother of hers
owning 10 percent of our company.

Which is what he's got in his
pocket if we don't find Jack Ewing.

Well, we're looking for him.

We have private detectives.
We've got ads in the papers.

Yeah, I know all that. In the meantime,
he's locking himself into Ewing Oil.

Listen, I'm as concerned
about that as you are.

But I don't know
what else we can do.

You don't, huh?

Well, I do.

Hello, Harry. J.R. here.

What are you doing for
the next couple of days?

Uh-huh.

Well, you get yourself free.

I want you to take
a little trip for me.

Come in.

Oh, hi, Pam. You
want some coffee?

No. No, thanks.

Oh, listen. Tell me, how was
Christopher's first ball game?

Oh, he was really great.

Cliff, what was Jeremy
Wendell doing here yesterday?

Jeremy Wendell, uh.

Well, we had some business
dealings. But you know what?

You know, I really respect
him on certain things.

Would one of those things be the
value of 10 percent of Ewing Oil?

I didn't say that.

But that's the case, isn't it?

Well, as a matter of fact.

Well, he did offer
to buy my shares.

And?

And what? You don't
think I'd sell to him.

I hope not.

Pam, you really
don't trust me, do you?

I mean, what kind of a
person do you think I am, huh?

If I wouldn't sell to you,
you think I'd sell to him?

I want to hear from
you that you didn't.

Well, I didn't. There.

But, hey, I, uh...

Eh, now, there is something
that has really been bothering me...

and that is the
money that I owe you.

I almost thought of
offering you my third...

of Wentworth Tool and Die.
I mean, just to even us up.

You'd have to pay me a
few million more, though.

What?

Yeah. Really been bothering me.

Cliff, I can't believe what you're saying.
You would sell Mother's company?

I'd just sell it to you.

I mean, it'd still
be in the family.

Not even me.

Wentworth Tool and Die
was Mama's legacy to us.

I can't believe you
would think of selling it.

Do you know what that
company meant to her?

Don't you have any integrity?

It the money is
bothering you that much...

then forget the
half-million you owe me.

Look, don't you think you're going
a little overboard? I was joking.

Yeah. I mean, I would protect
Mama's company with my life.

I certainly hope that you would.

You wanna talk about it?

Nothing to talk about.

Come on. You've been like this
ever since you got back from Texas.

- Why don't you get it off your chest?
- Please, don't.

Why do you feel you
have to act so damn brave?

- We all get hurt.
- You wanna know what's hurting me?

- Yeah. Everything.

My whole life.

Nothing seems right anymore.

Because you're in the past. You
gotta start looking at the future.

Don't you think I had to deal
with that when my wife died?

I'm sure you did.

Ray isn't dead.

I'm sorry. I just don't
wanna talk about it.

You don't think I have
any understanding...

about what you're
going through, right?

No.

Well, I do.

Your feet hurt, right?

And your back aches? Huh?

- All right.
- Yeah.

And you feel like you
look like a big whale.

- Really.
- Uh-huh.

And you're scared.

You're scared
because you're all alone.

Well, you're not.

I'm here.

Why don't you let me help you?

The best way...

for you to help me...

is to just go away
and leave me alone.

All right.

You've got it.

Have a nice day, Donna.

Oh, yes.

- Mr. Barnes, why don't you have a seat?
- Oh, yeah.

Uh, your assets are solid...

and your net worth certainly
qualify you, Mr. Barnes.

We'd be happy to
accommodate you.

Thank you. Well, you certainly
won't regret this, Mr. Coombs.

Well, we'll start processing
the loan almost immediately.

If things go smoothly,
as I know they will...

you should have the 6
million within about 30 days.

Thirty days? No, no. You
don't understand. I need it now.

Mr. Barnes, we are swamped
with loan applications.

Well, what can we do
to speed mine along?

- We can't.
- Well, sure you can.

It's just what it'll cost me.

Cost you?

Yeah.

You know what I'm talking about.

I'm beginning to.

There's nobody here but you
and me and the wallpaper...

so just name your price.

Mr. Barnes...

now I've been in the banking
business for almost 30 years.

I have never taken a bribe.

I suggest you take your offer...

someplace else.

There are banks in this town that are
ready to do business with Cliff Barnes.

Yeah, and I'll tell
you something else.

It'll be a cold day in Bermuda
before I walk back into this bank again.

Well, let us pray the ice
age never comes again.

Have a good day...

Mr. Barnes.

Yeah.

John Ross?

- Hi.
- Hi.

He's about this high and
faster than a speeding bullet.

He went that way.

John Ross.

Mom, look.

I have been chasing
you all over the place.

Can't we get one, Mom? Please?

I'll take care of it. I
promise, I promise, I promise.

I know, I know, I know.

Oh, John Ross, they
are adorable, aren't they?

Well, maybe one of these days.

I have to ask your
daddy about it first.

And you realize that pets
are a big responsibility.

- Is he your dog?
- Oh.

No, I'm just playing with him.

John Ross, what am
I gonna do with you?

I want this kind of dog.

Just like this one.

You have a cute little boy.

On certain days.

Do I know you?

I'm April Stevens.
Jack Ewing's ex-wife.

We met at Bobby's wedding.

Oh, yes.

And also at the
Oil Baron's Ball.

Yes, you have a good memory.

I admired your dress.

I admired your earrings.

You were there
with Cliff Barnes.

Yeah, he and Jamie
were already separated.

Excuse me. I didn't
mean it that way.

They never were very happy.

Anyway, that all seems
so unimportant now.

Such a tragedy.

Yes, it was.

John Ross? John Ross, come on.

My feet are killing me and my
stomach's growling. Let's go.

- Oh, Mom.
- Now.

Um, I was just about...

I was just about to
get a little lunch myself.

- I don't suppose you'd like to join me?
- That would be very nice...

- but we're due at Southfork for lunch.
- I understand. Maybe some other time?

Absolutely.

- Nice to see you again. Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Jackie, give me James
Mooney over at Tristate Savings.

- Uh, Cliff...
- Please, do it for me now.

Cliff, I'm just trying to tell
you that Mr. Ewing is here.

J.R., what are you doing here?

Cliff, I'd like to talk to you
in private if you don't mind?

Hold my calls.

Well, come on in here.

Now, tell me, have you got some
problem over there at Ewing Oil...

that you need my expertise on?

Uh...

Cliff, I know we've had
differences over the years...

What do you want?

I want a truce.

An honest-to-God truce.

Mm-hm. Yeah. Now that I
own 10 percent of Ewing Oil...

you wanna wave a white flag?

What do you really want?

I want to buy back
Jamie's shares.

And I'd just as soon
give them to charity.

I'm telling you, I'm gonna
be looking over shoulder...

at every deal that
comes across your desk...

so you better get
used to it from now on.

Well, Cliff. We've never
been friends exactly.

But I know that deep down
inside, you're a decent person.

You know how I
feel about Ewing Oil.

And it's always
been my dream that...

well, one day, my little boy...

will grow up and take
over the company for me.

You are tearing at my heartstrings
but I'm sorry, I'm just out of time...

An...

What's wrong, huh?

- What's wrong with you?
- Give me a drink, will you?

Yeah, I'll get you...

- Oh, man.
- Now wait a minute.

Hold on, I got it.

Don't worry. I
got one right here.

I'm telling you,
times are changing.

That's for sure. Hold
on, I got it right here.

- Here, drink this.
- Ah.

Are you all right?

- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

Okay. Well, I wanna make
a toast to the Barnes family.

They're finally gonna
get what's coming to them.

Oh, you'll get what's
coming to you, all right.

But it's not gonna be
a piece of Ewing Oil.

Good night, Bobby. Can I
get you anything before I go?

- No, everything is fine. Good night.
- Good night.

I'll get it, I'll get
it. Good night.

Ewing Oil.

I wanna speak to Bobby Ewing.

Speaking.

Yeah. You don't me, Mr. Ewing.
But we got a mutual friend.

And who might that be?

Jack Ewing.

- You know where he is?
- Yeah, I might.

But that kind of information
doesn't come free.

Of course not.

How much does it cost?

Ten thousand dollars in cash.

Where can we meet?

There's a bar, The Rialto,
at the end of Oak Lawn.

What do you say you come
by there about 5:00 tomorrow?

All right. How will I know you?

I'll know you.

Good night, Mr. Ewing.

Shoot.

Jenna?

I'm in the kitchen, Ray.

- What in the world?
- Oh, it's this stupid sink.

I mean, look at
this. Look at me.

Come on, just get away from
the sink. Sit down over here.

- Oh.
- Put these in something.

Oh, they're beautiful.

You know, this is crazy.

Lights going out.

Sinks leaking.

Here I am in a big
old brand-new house...

all alone.

And something's
not quite right about it.

There.

That ought to fix it.

I can't guarantee for how long.

Thank you.

You know, Jenna.
I've said this before.

I'm real serious.

Move in with me.

You and Charlie will
have a great life out there.

I know.

No strings attached.

It's not a matter of strings.

But you know as well
as I do, Ray Krebbs...

you don't move
in with somebody...

who's been as close as we have
these past few months without...

- Without what?
- Without, you know.

Besides, you'd be biting
off more than you can chew.

You know what it's like living
in a house with a teenage girl?

I'd sure like the
chance to find out.

- Oh!
- Shoot!

- God.
- Ha, ha, ha.

Maybe you ought to
get a plumber, huh?

- Ah.
- God.

Mmm, you smell good.

Do I?

Mm-hm.

Is that something
French you're wearing?

It's not Lithuanian.

- You want some more champagne?
- Why not?

It's pretty nice being
together again like this, isn't it?

Uh-huh.

And the best part is
that neither one of us...

want anything more from
each other than just ourselves.

Hey, what could we possibly
want from each other?

Well, word around town is
you're looking for $6 million.

But I know that wouldn't have anything
to do with us being together again.

No. Uh-uh. Absolutely not.

Well, I mean, it's true that...

you know, I am in a
bit of a bind, but I...

That's for later, not now.

- You do want me, don't you, Cliff?
- Yeah.

You know what I was
just thinking about?

How I've been waiting for
this moment for a long time.

Ever since the last
time we were together.

Do you remember the
things you said to me?

Sure, I do.

There's something
so special about you.

I never forgot what you told me.

- Remember?
- Mm? Uh...

- Wait a minute, let me think.
- Well, we were out by my pool...

and we'd just
made beautiful love.

And you asked me if I
had a good time, and I said:

“ It was marvelous.“

Well, I don't remember
the words exactly...

but it was something like:

You didn't need my money,
and you wouldn't miss my body.

Wait a minute, Marilee.

Now I would never want you to be
accused of going back on your word.

Oh, but that was
then and this is now.

You may not need my body,
but you sure need my money.

Well, no. Now,
listen. Let me see.

- No, I'll tell you what that was...
- I know what that was.

And I know what this is.

Now get your hands off me, you
little worm, before I break them.

How about some more champagne?

You're all wet.

Never again.

He'll be with you in a moment.

- Make yourself comfortable.
- Okay.

- Could I get you anything?
- No, no, I'm fine.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Patty, would you see to the guests?
- Yes, sir.

I really apologize. I did not
know that you had guests.

I should have called.

- That would have been nice.
- Heh.

Um...

I don't wanna seem rude,
but I do have people waiting.

I'm not going to
beat around the bush.

All right, I'm listening.

You were right.

You are right.

I am scared...
and I'm frightened.

I don't wanna be alone, but...

Lord, I...

I don't know any
other way to say this.

It's you. You frighten me.

I just think that you want
something from this relationship...

I'm not prepared to give.

How do you know what I want?

Because you're the one that said you
hope we could be more to each other.

And more to you means that I...

knock you over the
head with a club...

and drag you kicking and
screaming to my bedroom?

Not exactly.

Well, I certainly hope not.

That's not my style.

And besides...

you're hardly in any condition.

That is not what I meant.

Look, Donna, relationships...

some of the best I've
had, started with friendship.

And not all of them ended
up on the physical side.

We do have to start
somewhere, don't we?

I'd like to be your friend.

You sure that's gonna be enough?

Come here.

Come on over here.

You do trust me
a little, don't you?

Yes.

All right, I'll tell you what.

We'll make a deal.

If anyone is to move on
anyone in this relationship...

you're the one
who's gotta do it.

Deal?

Deal.

Oh, Andrew. There you are.

- Um...
- Oh.

I really have to go.

You wouldn't wanna miss dinner.

Good night.

You're Bobby Ewing?

That's right.

Sit down.

You bring the money?

I'd like to see what
I'm paying for first.

Sure.

What's that?

It's a card from Jack.

“Carl, I'm doing great.
Hope you are too. Jack.“

Yeah, well, the card don't say
much but give a look at the postmark.

I saw it. Little Tree, Texas.

It's about a half-day's
drive from here.

Yeah, not too
far, I don't think.

He's probably doing
ranch work up that way.

You shouldn't have any
trouble running him down.

Where do you know Jack from?

Here and there.

Met him in Alaska.

How long's it been
since you've seen him?

Not too long ago.

What else?

What else what?

You mean this is it?

That's about it.

I tell you what, why
don't you keep this...

and try and hustle
somebody else with it.

You owe me $10,000, dude.

Good luck, dude.

Now look, that money
don't mean squat to you.

You just hand it over and go
on back to your fancy house...

while you're still in one piece.

You...

The doctor said my cast can
come off next Wednesday.

It's itching like crazy.
I'll be counting the days.

Count your blessings. You
came 0” better than your friend.

Poor Jamie. You know, by rights,
that fall should have killed me too.

Down there in Mexico
in the middle of nowhere?

You are lucky, kiddo.

Thanks, Ned.

Bye-bye. I'll see you.

Hey! Hey!

He stole my purse, Ned.

- Mary Elizabeth, are you all right?
- Yeah, I guess so.

Want me to call the police?

Give it to me.

- Here. Now beat it.
- Yeah.

Uncle Harry for
you on Line 6, J.R.

All right, thank you.

Hello, Harry.

Everything went just the
way you expected, J.R.

No loose ends?

Not a fine.

Good, good.

All right. Make your next
call, then come on back.

I'll see you at Southfork
around dinnertime?

I'll be there.

Well, you are true to
your word, Mr. Harvey.

Please, call me Bruce.

You said that you'd
come in on budget...

and from the looks of things,
you're gonna come in a little bit under.

News too gladden
an investor's heart.

You know, I can't figure
you out for the life of me.

What's there to figure out?

Well, here you are, an
enormously wealthy woman...

charming, and if I may
say so, a great beauty.

Thank you.

And you have that nose
buried in the books...

trying to figure out how many
man-hours the grips are putting in...

and what we're paying
for on our location fees.

Well, I am the
executive producer.

You are really something.

I went into the
lingerie business...

and it became a major success.

Now that I'm in the
motion-picture business...

I don't see any reason why
we shouldn't make money.

Business is
business, Mr. Harvey.

Will you run away with me?

So how does the film look?

Oh, the film.

My dear lady, the
film is fantastic.

It's okay. I read the script.

It has nothing to
do with the script.

It's Mandy Winger.

Of all the years I've
been in the business...

I've seen it once or twice, but when
you turn that camera around on her...

something happens. It's magic.

Oh.

Well, that must have
been good for the film.

She doesn't even need dialogue.
Sometimes she just stands there.

And I'm telling you, from
a man's point of view...

she's all the candy
you've ever wanted to eat.

She's the reason that
a kid stays up late night.

She's every fantasy fulfilled.

But of course, you know that.

You discovered her. You
made her the Valentine Girl.

I remember I was in the
projection room with some guys.

They were cracking
jokes and horsing around.

Mandy Winger
came on the screen...

and it was silent.

She just has something. She's
got something very special.

For the last time, you two. New
tum that light off and go to sleep.

Go on.

I figured it was gonna be
hard to raise these kids...

without their daddy, but I
had no idea it'd be this hard.

Okay, little one. Let's
go to sleep too, huh?

Shh.

Okay.

He'll go to sleep.

- You know the thing I dread?
- Hm?

The day...

one of my kids ask me
what really happened.

Oh, God, Alfred.

I have played that through
my mind a thousand times.

One day that door
is gonna bang open...

and one of my kids is gonna
come running in, crying...

because some other
kid has told him...

that his daddy didn't just
die the way I've always said.

That his daddy hung
himself in a jail cell...

after he set fire to
the Ewing Oil field.

What am I gonna
tell them then, Alfred?

The truth.

The whole truth.

You can tell them that their Uncle
Alfred will be right there to back you up.

Lord, Alfred...

I don't want them to think
anything bad about their daddy.

Mark was a good man. He...

Well, blowing up that field,
that was just out of frustration.

The Ewings.

It was the Ewings'
fault. It wasn't his fault.

They closed down that field and
they are responsible for Mark's death.

Put your napkin in your lap.

I'm sorry. I'm just
going on and on and...

It's all right.

Well, you must be pretty fed
up with all my complaining.

Come on, sis.

If you can't let it out on me, then
who else can you let it out on?

Alfred?

Hm?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Don't give me that.

You have that
expression on your face...

that you had when
you were a little kid...

and you were always trying
to hide something from Mama.

Now, what is it?

All right.

The fact is, I did have something
I wanted to tell you. But I...

I've been waiting for it to develop
so I could bring you some good news.

Unfortunately, it didn't
work out the way I'd hoped.

Well... what is it anyway?

Remember we talked a couple weeks
ago about a shooting out in Los Angeles?

The one involving the Ewings?

Yeah.

Well, the man who got
killed, this B.D. Calhoun...

was a terrorist that the
CIA had been investigating.

Now, from what I understand, the
Ewings paid this man a lot of money...

to blow up an oil
field in Saudi Arabia.

That's unbelievable.

Why didn't you tell
me about this before?

Knowing you hate the Ewings, I
didn't want you all stirred up again.

Especially if nothing
was gonna come of it.

Well, what did come of it?

That's just it, nothing.

Nothing?

You mean they're
just gonna bury it over?

Seems that way.

They deep-sixed all
the evidence in the vault.

Nothing stops those
people, does it?

Now, these kind of
people can do anything...

and they can just
get away with it.

I'm sorry, sis. I
knew you'd be upset.

Well, it's unfair. It
is so damn unfair!

Well, they came real close.

The Ewings might've
lost their whole company.

Well, “might've“...

just ain't good enough.

So he asked the genie, “Please,
could I be a little bit taller?“

- Could you wait here a moment,
please? McSWEEN: Yeah.

Heard that one at the club, Bob.

It is pretty good though.

Excuse me. Mr. McSween
here to see you.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.
Excuse me, Mama.

Hey, Harry.

- I'm sorry to bother you like this.
- Yeah, what's up?

Well, it's about
your cousin Jamie.

We got some information
from the LA. Police Department.

Her death might not
have been an accident.

What?

They're saying she might've been
pushed over that cliff in Mexico.

Oh, my God.

Excuse me, but I think the rest
of us like to hear this conversation.

You all know Lieutenant McSween
from the Dallas Police Department.

You say Jamie
might've been pushed?

Who'd wanna do
a thing like that?

Well, her friend, Mary Elizabeth,
the lady who went on the trip with her?

They searched her apartment
and found $25,000 in cash...

hidden in a shoebox.

That doesn't prove a thing.

And they found a piece of paper
from one of those memo pads...

like executives use.

It had Cliff Barnes' name on it.

And they also found a business
card with his home number on it.

Cliff?

Cliff Barnes?

Yes, ma'am.

And they found a
note. The note read:

“Probably best if we
don't communicate again.“

This is unbelievable.

Well, I don't care how much
evidence they have on him.

I've known the man all my life.
He's capable of a lot of things...

but not of killing his wife.

That's not what
the LA. police think.

They asked us to bring him in.
We got him downtown right now.

Hmm.