All language subtitles for Dallas S14E08

ANNOUNCER:
Last on Dallas:

- Johnny's dead?
- Very.

You blew it.

I didn't kill him.

What the hell is going on here, Mac?
Did you kill that man?

I was right here with you, darling,
just like you told the police.

- Right?
- Right.

McKAY [ON TAPE]: Make one move
to take over my company...

...you're a dead man.

I wonder what McKay would give
to get a hold of this.

And until we find Mr. Barnes, he's not in
the clear, and you're not in the clear either.

I know about Sheila Foley
and I wanna help.

It's a very personal score
I have to settle with Sheila Foley.

You see the man you fell in love with
years ago.

But now he's 3 Wing cheating'
whoring' no-good bastard.

I do have his child.

- Yeah, but so do I--
- You're pregnant?

If I had known you were pregnant, I would
never have let you go. Are you all right?

I know I love her, but somehow I get
the feeling that the only person you love...

...is the one you see in the mirror
when you shave.

So be it.

I'll be down there
first thing in the morning.

They know where Sheila Foley is.

- You're as dumb as you are big.
- I'll take you apart right now.

JOHN ROSS: Dad, no!
BOBBY: Knock it off.

Now stop it!
It's another fight about the oil business.

CLAYTON: stay out of this.
- He's gonna destroy Ewing Oil.

I just buried my wife because of the
oil business. It's time I buried Daddy too.

- You don't know what you're talking about.
- I'm driving to Odessa tonight.

When I get back, I'm selling Ewing Oil.

Bobby.

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

How much farther to Odessa?

About an hour.

- Breslin will be at the courthouse.
- And then what?

I don't know.
We'll see when we get there.

You know, you might wanna tell me what
you're planning to do with Sheila Foley.

Because if you don't have the guts
to take her down, I do.

What do you think I'm gonna do?
Pull a shotgun out of the trunk?

If you've got one, I'll use it.

[SIGHS]

I've get other things in mind.

- What?
- That's my business.

And not mine?

Either do this my way
or don't get back in the car.

[SIGHS]

I'm sorry.

I'm tired and a little tense.

Look, let's change the subject.

You found Sheila Foley,
you're gonna get your revenge...

...will you really go ahead
with selling Ewing Oil?

You heard what I said.

And you're gonna stick to your decision?

I mean, not that you care about my opinion
but I think it's a good idea.

Given the way you feel
about the oil business now...

...it'd just be a matter of time before J.R.
stole the company away from you anyway.

How much do you figure it'll cost
to buy Ewing Oil?

I'll take the first decent offer.

Who do you think would be
a likely buyer?

Whoever agrees to do it my way.

Promise me one thing.

You won't be such a good guy for once.

I want Sheila Foley
to get more than she deserves.

I'm gonna see how she likes it...

...when the thing she loves most
is destroyed.

[ENGINE STARTS]

ROSE:
You're not leaving till I get what I want.

And what is it you want?

I lied for you last night, Mac,
and since then, I've done a lot of thinking.

And now I want the truth,
the whole truth.

I told you all you need to know.

That man, Dancer, really had you scared.

From the moment he hit town,
you couldn't stop talking about him...

...worrying, covering your tail.

You killed him, didn't you?

Is that what you really think?

Well, you were seen leaving his hotel.

Knowing what I know,
what do you expect me to think?

Come on, Rose.

If I wanted somebody dead,
would I do it myself?

Wouldn't I hire somebody?

It's just a stinking coincidence,
but I was in that hotel.

I was cutting a secret deal
two floors below.

Well, what was so secret?

I can't tell you.

Oh, come on, this is all a crack of lies.

I'm going to talk to the police,
I can't live with this.

I doubt if you would sell me out, Rosie.

But I will tell you
what you wanna know this time.

Don't get in the habit of threatening me
because it makes for a bad marriage.

If you're innocent
I'll fight like hell for you, Mac, I swear it.

In that suite, two floors below Dancer,
I was in a meeting with someone...

...who's going to pay me a fortune
for my share of Westar.

You're kidding me.

My life has been one battle after another,
Rosie, and I'm fed up.

If I can make the right deal,
I'm going to retire.

You and I are liable to end up
on a desert island somewhere.

Mac, that would be wonderful.

But my buyer
is a very high-profile individual.

Any publicity sours the whole thing.

This is the biggest deal of my life,
and its success is in your hands.

If I don't hold up your alibi, you mean.

The whole deal goes belly up
if I'm arrested for murder.

And innocent men have been sent to jail.
It has happened before.

Don't worry, I'll Stand by you.

But there's one thing.

There's no point going off to some desert
island if you won't touch me anymore.

Well, I guess maybe
I could take the morning off.

Well, I'll be up in the bedroom.
Just give me five minutes.

[DOOR OPENS]

HARV:
Excuse me, J. R.?

I wanted you to know I was here with my
team of accountants to start the process.

- Process?
- Selling the company.

Bobby phoned me last night.
He said you were aware of the decision.

Sit down, Harv. How about a drink?

A little early for that.

Well, seeing what Bobby's doing,
no time is too early.

Well, Harv, you gotta realize that
Bobby's still upset over April's death.

Of course.

Which means
he's not exactly in his right mind.

Hell, he's not really gonna sell Ewing Oil.

He'll change his mind any minute now,
and where we gonna be then?

Well, his instructions to me
were extremely clear.

Well, I want you to stall.
Give Bobby a chance to regain his wits.

He also sounded very determined
and very definite.

I'm gonna tell you flat out,
I'm not gonna let this happen.

J.R., Bobby has the authority.

And I own 75 percent of the assets.

Even if Bobby wants out, there must be
some way I can retain control.

- The Justice Department won't allow that.
- Damn it, what side are you on anyhow?

Do I have to play you
The Battle Hymn of the Republic?

This company was daddy's.
You were his attorney, where's your loyalty?

It's time you speak up.

- Talk to Bobby convince him he's wrong.
- J.R.

My job has always been to follow the orders
of the man in charge of Ewing Oil.

Right now, Bobby is in charge.

Until he says otherwise, I'm here
to open the books for potential buyers.

- That's like exposing us in public.
- That's the way it has to be.

Unless you can convince Bobby
to change his mind.

Hell, I don't even know where he is.

I just got in myself,
but as per your instructions...

...she's been kept
under a very, uh, loose surveillance.

What does that mean?

It means she's being watched
but not approached.

- So where is she?
- It's a private institution...

...serving a very wealthy clientele
to whom secrecy is a must.

I'll drive us out there, but the question is,
do you want the police to come with us?

- No.
- Why don't we just go?

There's one more thing, Mr. Ewing,
and it's very important.

We're not the only people who are
interested in Sheila Foley's company.

Someone else is snooping into
Foley Petrotech.

- Do you have any idea who it is?
- No, not yet.

My feeling is it's someone
very high up in government...

...because they're getting access
into impounded files.

That takes major clout and a knowledge
of the right channels and access codes.

So, what's our move?

Whoever it is, is scheduled to pick up
a copy of the Petrotech file tomorrow.

We're gonna setup a trap.
You might wanna be there.

I'll be there.

May I sit?

Thanks for meeting me this early, darling.
Are you feeling better?

I'm sorry I was so upset last night,
but I did some thinking and I got over it.

You don't look so well, though.

- Well, I got a major problem with Bobby.
- What about him?

He wants to sell Ewing Oil.

I don't believe it.
Bobby would never do that.

He's gone crazy ever since April died.
I think he's snapping.

You've got to stop him, J.R.

Well, I'm surprised to hear you say that.
I thought you'd argue his side.

Why would I do that?

Well, once I'm free of Ewing Oil
I'd be able to spend more time with you.

I don't know if you wanna be an oil bride,
and live in Texas away from your friends...

...and all your European social engagements
and things like that.

I'm not that selfish, J.R.
I know how much Ewing Oil means to you.

What kind of relationship could we ever
have together if you gave it up for me?

If Bobby wants to sell,
why can't you buy it from him?

Well, it's along story.

Actually, the Justice Department
won't allow me to.

Besides, Bobby's bound and determined
to bury Daddy's company.

I don't know,
there's something sick with him.

That's the problem there.

It shouldn't be "Daddy's company."
It should be your company.

Something for you to hand down
to James and John Ross.

[SCOFFS]

Well, James is not interested
as I'm sure you found out.

He's never had deep roots,
which is why he needs a solid goal.

Something like Ewing Oil,
something to work for.

I know this is adding pressure on you,
J.R., and I'm sorry.

But I want you to fight to stop Bobby...

...for you, for James and John Ross,
and for us.

You're right, Vanessa.

And that's just what I'm gonna do.

She's at the far end of the rose garden.

This is Toni Chastaine, she's the operative
who tracked down Mrs. Foley.

Are you sure it's her?

Her admitting records include fingerprints
which match those on file with the state.

- She's over here.
- Does she know you're watching her?

No, I kept my distance, as instructed.

That's her, in the wheelchair.

You all wait here.

You're not Sheila Foley.

Mrs. Foley has been here...

...ever since the police found her
wandering across Andrews Highway.

You mean she flipped out?

We talked to the psychiatrist
who treated her after her husband's suicide.

Apparently, his death
triggered her nervous breakdown.

Well, I tried to talk to her.

It wasn't much use.

Well, she's made a lot of progress,
but her memory is virtually gone...

...along with many
of her communication skills.

Dr. Banoff, would you give us
a couple of minutes?

I might have questions for you later.

- I'll be happy to help you, Mr. Ewing.
- Thanks.

Breslin, this is so damn frustrating.

If this is the real Sheila Foley, then why
did the woman in Paris use her name?

I don't know, but she sure knew everything
about this one.

Maybe she's a sister
or some kind of relative.

Yeah, maybe.

- Well, what now?
- I don't know.

This just can't be a dead end.

I think I'll go back to Dallas.

Could one of your people
take me to the airport?

No problem at all.
Chastaine, can you take Miss Stevens?

- Yes, sir.
- Great.

When will you be back then?

Breslin and I have some business at city hall
tomorrow. It just might be our only hope.

Good luck then.

Can you get us permission
to search Sheila Foley's room here?

It's all arranged.

I'm gonna get a look at that photo album.

Mrs. Foley?

Are you gonna ask me
about my name again?

Because I don't like being confused.

No, no, I'm not gonna
ask you any questions.

I was admiring
your beautiful photo album.

Could I take a look at it?

Well, maybe you'll be able to recognize
some of the people in it.

I think they must be people I know.

And I keep trying to remember them.

But I just can't.

Oh, my God.

We're in trouble, Sly. Deep, deep trouble.

Well, you'll think of something.
You always do.

No, not this time.
There's nothing in the bylaws...

...and there's nothing
in the state regulations to stop him.

- Can't you reason with him?
- Hell, yes, I can reason with him.

I can threaten him, I can beg on my knees
till I wear a hole in the floor.

But he's gonna do what he's gonna do.

I don't know what's gonna happen to you.
I can't imagine you without Ewing Oil.

Well, I haven't given up yet.

I thought you said
there was no way you could stop Bobby.

I can't stop him from selling...

...but I can make damn sure
the right person does buy it.

Mac, can I talk to you?

Yeah, sure, Rose, come on in.

I don't want you to be late for work
or anything.

Something wrong?

I guess. I mean...

Yesterday, last night and this morning,
Mac, was great.

I really felt like your wife finally.

Now something else is wrong?

I want you to remember
what we just had together.

So that when I say what I'm gonna say,
you won't hate me forever.

Go on.

I was frustrated, and drinking a lot
because I was very unhappy.

And I guess I was too needy.

And then J.R. Ewing came over.

What happened?

Mac, now that you and me
are sort of back together...

...I have to tell you everything.

Oh, God, I'm so ashamed.

What happened, Rose?

I was drunk...

...and I let J.R... You know.

Here? In my house?

I was wrong and stupid
and then I made it worse.

I panicked when J.R. said
he'd tell you about what happened...

...so I helped him plant one of those bugs
in your office.

Mac. Mac.

Don't just walk away, Mac.
What are you gonna do?

Mac.

[sesame]

[INAGAKI & WOMAN SPEAK IN JAPANESE]

But perhaps it's time
to get down to business.

Well, that's getting down
to the bottom line, very Western of you.

Tell you what, when we cut this deal...

...I'll get you a Texas 10-gallon hat,
what do you say?

And what deal might that be?

Well, I'd like you
to broker an unusual transaction for me...

...with one of your cash-rich
Tokyo banks.

- How unusual.
- I want you to buy Ewing Oil.

Then turn around and give me the control of
the company for a 5-percent profit for you.

It's a rather strange concept.

What would be my reason
for helping you?

Well, I'd let you pick
some of the choicer Ewing properties...

...to add to your real estate portfolio.

Wouldn't that hurt your company?

Well, it just means
I'd have to start life allover again...

...with a lean, mean Ewing machine.

I see.

However, oil is not an industry in which
my banking connections wish to invest.

This I know for a fact.

That's it? No further discussions?

Clearly, you must be in some terrible trouble
to propose such an unusual scheme...

...and I wish I could help you,
but I cannot.

Ah.

Well:

[SPEAKS IN JAPANESE]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING STOPS]

Here you go, Mr. McKay.

You want me to reconnect it,
or take it apart?

When did you last sweep this room?

Last Thursday.

Nancy, get me the week's calendar.

Right away.

I think we'll leave it in place.

At least until I'm ready
to deal with the person that put it there.

- Yes, sir.
- Here it is, Mr. McKay.

Oh, God, no.

How about the names on this list?

No, no, none of these will do.
I'm not looking for a conventional buyer.

I'm looking for somebody
who can see the world...

...through J.R.-covered glasses,
if you know what I mean.

[CALLY CLEARS THROAT]

Sorry to barge in.
I didn't realize you'd be so busy.

Oh, that's all right, Cally.

- Um, I'll just...
- Please.

I can tell this is a bad time.

No, no, it's all right, darling.
Come on in, uh, sit down if you want.

Did Vanessa tell you she saw me?

Yeah, she did. Sounds like you could have
jumped on me a lot harder than you did.

J.R., the divorce hearing
has been set for next week.

Oh.

I didn't know it was gonna be that soon.

- Do you mind?
- No, no, the quicker, the better.

As you know,
I'm not contesting anything.

Then you'll be free.

And I'll be free,
and we can get on with our lives.

Yeah, that's true.

If I wanted to, I could be real bitter
about what happened between us...

...but I'm choosing not to.

Thank you for that.

Besides, I like Vanessa.

She's probably the woman
you should have had all along.

And in some ways, she's the woman
I'd like to be when I get a little older.

Well, I'll get out of your way now.

Well, thanks for coming by, Cally.

J.R., one last thing.

Don't ruin it with Vanessa.

Because I truly think
she's your last chance to ever be happy.

Foley's dead and so is Jordan Lee.

You exclude the two Sheilas,
there's three faces left in that photograph.

I've already faxed it
to our Research Department.

I think we should get
some identification soon.

At least we know
there's a physical connection...

...between the real Sheila Foley
and whoever that was in Paris.

[RADIO BEEPS]

Yeah?

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Coming your way,
carrying a large brown file.

Okay, roger out.

Here we go.
Chastaine, do you wanna take the left side?

[SIGHS]

Cliff.

[SIGHS]

I had to use my clout with the ORC
to get those.

- So that's what you wanted, right?
- Yeah, but why did you use a phony name?

What I did wasn't exactly ethical,
you know, but I crossed the line for you.

I appreciate it,
but you gotta get back to Dallas.

Why?

The police wanna question you
about a murder.

Oh, Johnny Dancer, yeah.
I read about that, yeah.

- Well, they think you were involved.
- No way.

I was on my way here
when they found the body.

Hate to say it, but I'm glad he's dead.
He was in the mob, you know.

Cliff, they also suspect Liz.

- No way.
- Oh, you're that sure?

I know that she is not capable
of doing anything like that.

All right, listen,
I don't wanna create any problems.

Did it occur to you
she might have been using you?

You know what your problem is?
You've been seeing too many movies...

...where the bad guy turns out
to be the beautiful woman. No way.

Did she happen to tell you she was an agent
for the United States government?

Yeah. Yeah. How do you know that?

She told me.

And a lot more, a lot.

Like what? What are you talking about?
When did you talk to her?

I didn't talk to her.
She came to see me at the ranch.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Oh, thank God.
- Hi, Liz.

Why did you run?
Why didn't you come to me?

I would have stood by you.

You think I killed him?

I didn't know what to think.

I mean, you just disappeared.

No, I was on my way to Odessa
that night to help Bobby.

I couldn't murder anyone.

Well, that's wonderful.

Oh, that's incredible.

[LIZ SIGHS]

You have to talk to the police right away.

After I talk to you.

Maybe McKay did it.
Or there's someone else, a man I know.

He's been after Johnny for years.

- How would you know that?
- You're angry at me.

Why? Don't you see we're off the hook?

I didn't kill him and you didn't.
We can walk away from this.

You don't seem too sad
about him being dead.

He deserved to die.
Whoever killed him did us a favor.

Oh, boy, I need a drink.

Cliff, what is it? What's wrong?

- Come on, talk to me.
- You lied to me.

Every minute that we've spent together,
you've been lying to me.

Why didn't you tell me
you worked for the government?

Why didn't you tell me
about you and Johnny?

Bobby found you, didn't he?

- I would have told you myself soon enough.
- I'm supposed to believe that?

You were using me all along.
What was the idea?

You were gonna use my position with the
ORC to make me and Johnny best friends?

- Look, I know you're hurt--
- I'm more than hurt!

There I was, madly in love with you,
wearing my heart on my sleeve...

...and all the time you were faking it.

- That's not true, listen to me.
- Forget it.

No, no, I'm out of here.

I'll tell you, Vanessa, I'm desperate.
The one sure thing I had fell through.

And the kind of backing I need
has to have deep pockets and no strings.

That's a very hard combination
to come by, let me tell you.

- How much time do you have?
- Not enough.

What will you do
if you can't find the right buyer?

Don't even say that.

Well, this is a sight I didn't expect to see.

I thought you'd be running around town
trying to head Bobby off at the pass.

Instead, here you are,
having a nice leisurely dinner.

We haven't really met.
I'm Vanessa Beaumont.

- I'm Michelle Stevens.
- Oh, of course.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I first met your sister in Vienna
and I liked her very, very much.

I can imagine how much you miss her.

Look, I don't wanna interrupt
your dinner any longer.

Michelle, just tell me where Bobby is.

Well, as far as I know,
he's still in Odessa.

Anyway, excuse me.

[MICHELLE CHUCKLES]

I almost forgot
why I stopped by your table.

I wanted to wish you good luck.

- For what?
MICHELLE: Finding your next job.

Once Ewing Oil is sold, I mean.

You might wanna ask our mutual friend,
Inagaki, for a position.

After all, the two of you worked very well
together where I was concerned.

Thanks for meeting me here so late, Harv.

No problem, Bobby.

- Did you take care of business in Odessa?
- Not to my satisfaction, no.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- You say I have multiple bids for Ewing Oil?

Uh, Bobby, before we start...

...J.R. met with me about this.

Harv, I told you J.R. has no say
in my decision. Now, what are the bids?

- Westar has made a strong offer.
- Let's start with the other ones first.

Two of the Seven Sisters like the idea
of a buyout, but with certain conditions.

Which are?

They both insist that you personally stay on
and run the company for them.

Forget it, cross them off. Who's next?

Several low ballers, bargain hunters.

Well, Harv, if that's what it's gonna take,
we'll do it.

Bobby, I think you can do better.

Only an hour ago,
I received a bid from De La Vega Oil.

De La Vega Oil, who are they?
Tell me about them.

They're a privately-held, cash-rich,
Venezuelan company.

Well-respected and well-managed.

Would they be willing to work fast?

Well, I've taken the liberty
of inviting Mrs. De La Vega to meet you.

She's flying in tonight...

...if you still haven't changed your mind
about selling.

Let's just get on with it, Harv.

I don't wanna give J.R. time
to make trouble.

I can't believe I'm drilling a dry hole.
I've just got to come up with other names.

Come on, J.R., think.
Is there a friend you haven't tried?

Not a one.

Well, then,
have you tried all your enemies?

You know, believe it or not,
I think you just came up with the answer.

I feel kind of awkward
pouring a glass of my best bourbon...

...for the man that seduced my wife.

Well, no hard feelings, Mac,
strictly business.

- I came that close to killing you.
- Like you did Johnny Dancer?

Touché. Except that I didn't kill Dancer.

Well, it sure sounded like you
were planning on it, on that little tape I got.

What are you planning to do
with that little tape?

I thought the police
might like to listen to it.

I understand
a lot of them are audio buffs.

J.R., it sounds like you're about
to offer a proposal.

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

As you know, Bobby wants to sell Ewing Oil
out from underneath me.

Needless to say,
I've made him a generous offer.

Well, I'd like you to raise that offer,
and raise it a lot.

And then I'll make sure Bobby goes for it.

And once Westar acquires Ewing Oil?

Westar then returns control of Ewing Oil
to me.

It's simplicity itself. I don't know why
I didn't think of it before this.

What do you say, Mac?

I don't have a choice, do I?

No, you don't. Ha, ha.

Harv, it's almost 10.

I think she'll be on time
from what little I know about her.

What do you know
about Sefiora De La Vega?

Well, actually,
she's, uh, rather a mystery woman...

...keeps a very low profile
but runs an incredibly profitable company.

I haven't dealt much
with South Americans.

It'll be interesting
to see how her mind works.

I think that could be her.

She's a striking woman.
Are those her lawyers?

HARV: From what I've heard, two of
the best corporate attorneys in Caracas.

Sefiora De La Vega.

Please, call me LeeAnn.

After all,
this is our get-to-know-you meeting.

Then you'll have to call me Bobby.

This is Harv Smithfield,
he's Ewing Oil's legal representative.

And I'd like you to meet
Allegio Casul and Tomas Marquez.

Uh, these gentlemen will be negotiating
on my behalf.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.
HARV: Senor.

We expect this deal
can be made quickly and easily.

In that case, we all have the same goal.

And now, Bobby, if you wouldn't mind,
I'd like to speak with you alone...

...uh, informally and privately...

...uh, before we attack the nuts and bolts.

Fine with me. Harv?

- We'll wait upstairs.
- Thanks.

- Call us when you need us, sefiora.
- Thank you.

Please.

I hope you really don't mind.

I just didn't want this to get stuffy
right off the bat.

No, it's fine. I'd like to thank you for the
excellent offer you made for my company.

Oh. I told my attorneys
to give you my best price.

Haggling is not my style.

And besides, Ewing Oil's perfect.
No stockholders, no proxy fights.

You seem to know a great deal
about Ewing Oil.

I know very little about you.

Well, I'm clearly not Venezuelan.

Well, I guessed that.

I married my husband, Roberto,
20 years ago.

He died in 1983
and that's when I inherited the company.

- You run it yourself?
- In a somewhat absentee fashion.

Uh, however, if our deal is successful,
I intend to become more involved.

I'd like to relocate to the United states.

Any particular reason?

Well, it's my feeling that, uh,
OPEC may impose an embargo...

...since that, uh, incident in Paris.

Which is why I would like to merge...

...foreign company with yours,
making me a U.S. independent.

I know about your wife.
I'm terribly sorry.

I assume that's why you want to sell.

Does it make any difference
why I'm selling?

No, of course not.

There is one important stipulation.

You could even consider it a deal-breaker.

Well, in that case, I had better hear it.

My key provision is that
you change the name of the company.

Once the transfer is made,
Ewing Oil will cease to exist, completely.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, that's perfectly acceptable.

Now, shall we call back the troops
and make this deal?

I'd like to hammer out a tentative agreement
we could all sign tonight.

The final contract shouldn't take
more than a week or so.

Would you have Mr. Smithfield
come back down?

Yes, sir.

Oh, one more thing, Bobby.

Uh, you do have the authority to sell?

I understood
that Ewing Oil was a partnership.

All my brother, J.R., has are assets.

I control the company.

It's my decision to make.

And I've made it.

You're in a tremendously
good mood tonight.

Ha, ha. Why not? Everything's looking up.

- Don't you want to tell me why?
- No business talk tonight, darling.

All right, but at least, tell me
who's throwing this big dinner dance.

- Well, actually, I am. In your honor.
- Ha, ha.

[GASPS]

VANESSA:
J.R., this is wonderful.

I'm glad you like it.

Where are the other guests?

There aren't any. This is all just for us.

You've gone to an awful lot of trouble,
J.R., just for a night out.

[CHUCKLES]

Even if it was an ordinary night,
it'd be worth it...

...but it's a very special one.

As soon as my divorce is final,
I want you to be my bride.

[VANESSA GASPS]

Oh, J.R.

I don't know what to do. I'm so happy.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I think it's time for a dance.

The way we danced in Vienna.

Maestro.

[PLAYING WALTZ MUSIC]

CLIFF:
I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to close that door and then go
ahead and put yourself on the other side.

Why does everyone in this city
look for answers in the bottom of a glass?

Too complicated of a question to answer,
I've get work I have to do.

Why are you doing this?

Well, I have three reasons.

Number one is, the police don't believe
my alibi, so I'm public-enemy number one.

And my political career
is going up in smoke.

And you're the last person I wanna see.

I'm not leaving
until I give you my side of the story.

CLIFF:
I don't wanna hear.

You don't wanna hear
how Johnny Dancer killed my brother?

Or how I turned myself inside out trying
to keep you from getting involved?

[SIGHS]

Well, you blew that one.

Cliff, I didn't tell you the truth...

...because I was being squeezed
by the government, by Johnny and by you.

I'm not looking for sympathy,
just a little forgiveness.

If I hurt you,
it's because I was trying to protect you.

But I did not use you.

My feelings for you were 100 percent
genuine from the moment I met you.

CLIFF:
Where are you going?

The police are letting me return to New York
as long as I'm on call for them.

I guess they still think
we're Bonnie and Clyde.

CLIFF:
Wait.

Look, I wanna believe you...

...but things are such a mess.

Cliff, I wish I could open my heart
and let you see I have nothing to hide.

I love you.

But if you don't believe me
then you don't deserve me.

BOBBY:
I don't have to think about it, Breslin.

I'm already booked
on the same 9:00 flight you are.

Yeah, I know it's just a lead, but
I wanna be there with you to check it out.

I'll meet you at the gate.
I'm leaving right now, goodbye.

- You're leaving for Paris tonight?
- Yeah, I have to.

[SIGHS]

[WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING]

BELLHOP:
Excuse me, Mr. Ewing?

There's an urgent phone call
from your secretary.

- Not now.
- It's all right, J.R., go ahead.

Hello, J.R. Ewing here.

- Everything looks fine.
- We're ready to sign the agreement.

And the contract will follow
in about five days?

That suits me fine
because I'm on my way to Paris tonight.

Bobby, at least, have a glass of champagne.
This is a momentous occasion.

- Yes, of course.
- Give that to her, please.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Sir?
- Senor.

[MARQUEZ SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

To the end of Ewing Oil
and the beginning of a new era.

Why, thank you, Bobby.

And I'll start things off.

- I'll check in from Paris.
- Okay.

Where's Bobby?

You just missed him. He's left for Paris.

He's what?

HARV:
Good evening, J.R.

- Harv, that lady--?
- Her name is LeeAnn De La Vega.

As of next week,
she'll be the new owner of the company.

ANNOUNCER:
Next on Dallas:

- Hello.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

You don't even know who I am.
I'm LeeAnn De La Vega.

Damn that man.
He didn't even recognize me.

- So what?
- But it's not the same.

Not if he doesn't remember who I am.

You know why I slept with J.R., Mac.

Then you won't mind
sleeping with him again, will you?

Mrs. Ewing is seeking a divorce...

...on the grounds of irretrievable breakdown
of the marriage.

Say, listen, Bob,
it's not too late to call off the sale.

I haven't changed my mind.

You bugged my office,
you piece of slime!

Carter McKay of Westar?
He made me a very attractive offer.

LEEANN:
Ewing Oil may not be enough.

I'll take other things away from him...

...bit by bit.

You could take lessons from her, Rose.

I'd like to toast the new Mrs. Ewing,
on her wedding to be.

[CROWD GASPS]

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