All language subtitles for S13E07 - Fathers and Other Strangers

NARRATOR:
Last on Dallas:

I came a long way to see
what the shouting was about.

- Better watch what you say.
- That's what my mother was talking about.

This rough, tough, raw Texan.

You read this.

Because I just bought the town of Pride.

I even found an available tanker.

- Got my own.
- You bought one of Halliday's rust buckets?

I sure did.

The land that April Oil owns in Ellis County,
I'm willing to pay 25 percent more.

We've got a deal.

- They canceled plans for the supercollider.
McKAY: You're crazy.

I would have heard if that was so.

I wish you could've seen McKay's face.
I couldn't have done it better myself.

- You're interested in the oil business, huh?
- Ha, ha. Very.

CLAYTON: Ewing?
ELLIE: Mallory?

There was this woman.

He cheated on you on your honeymoon?

I told him then that I would never share him
with any other woman.

- Vanessa.
- I've come to collect my son.

Well, Vanessa. You certainly know
how to make an appearance.

I apologize for surprising you like this...

...but I'm somewhat concerned.

My son seems to have disappeared.

I telephoned him in New York and was told
he'd unexpectedly left for Dallas.

I want to make sure he's all right.

You sure came an awful long way
just to check up on him.

Yes, I did.

But I don't know where to find him.

And based on a conversation
I had with him...

...I suspected he might have come
to see you.

Well, he sure did.

As a matter of fact,
he's staying at the Single Tree Hotel.

We just had dinner the other night.

I hope James hasn't been
too much of a bother.

No, heh, he's delightful.

Must take after you, Vanessa.

Well, uh, why don't we go in the house
and call him?

- Can we go into town later to see a movie?
- Sure. Any particular movie you wanna see?

There's a couple of good ones playing.

All right,
would you like to take somebody with us?

Like who?

I don't know, lvy maybe?

Why would I wanna do that?

Well, I thought you liked her.

She's all right for a girl.

- I mean, she's a good skater.
- Ah.

You see a lot of each other in school?

- She's in my class.
- Ah.

Why are you asking me
all this stuff about lvy?

Well, I thought she was a nice girl.
I just wondered how you felt.

- Oh, would you do me a favor, Dad?
- Oh, sure.

When John Ross gets home from England,
could you try not to say anything about lvy?

Well, if you tell me
why I shouldn't say anything.

He'll hit the wall
if he hears I took her skating.

He thinks she likes him.

As if anybody could like him.

You're not afraid of him, are you?

Heck, no. It's just I can hear him
teasing me about it at school.

Ah, well, I'll tell you what.

I guarantee you
he won't hear about it from me.

That doesn't mean he won't hear about it.

How about that movie?

Well, I was hoping
maybe we could talk a little while longer.

I bet you wanna talk about me and lvy.

No, no, about...

...boys and girls in general kind of.

What about them?

[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

Christopher...

...I was hoping that we wouldn't have
to have this talk for a few years yet.

It's okay with me, Dad. Go on.

Are you taking a biology class
in school now?

No.

Great.

This can't be it.

Are those mailboxes
simply the payoff from Mallory's joke?

Just because no one was at home, doesn't
mean we're at the end of the line, Ellie.

But it is a funny coincidence.

And Mallory
did have an odd sense of humor.

That's why I think there's more to it
than that.

Now, where's that famous
Ellie Farlow sense of adventure...

...that I've grown to love, huh?

And where did you find yours?

I thought you were against this trip.

Well, I admit I usually prefer Louis L'Amour
over Agatha Christie...

...but there's something about this.

Let's go into town and see if we can't
find someone that knows these people.

Why not? We've come this far.

That's the spirit.

And, madam,
I'll bet you a big, thick Texas steak...

...that these mailboxes are going to lead us
to something bigger and better.

Clayton Farlow, you're on.

[CLAYTON LAUGHS]

Yeah.

Yeah, all right, all right. Thank you.

The manager said
James is out for the day.

I left a message for him to call
when he came in.

Thank you, J.R. That's very kind.

[FOOTSTEPS NEARBY]

Hey, hey, Christopher, slow down, pal.
Where's the fire anyway?

Well, I knew the limo outside meant
we had company, but I had no idea.

- Vanessa, what a pleasant surprise.
- Hello, Bobby.

It's nice to see you again.

Is this your little boy?

I'm afraid he's not so little anymore.

Son, this is the lady I told you
we met in Vienna.

Vanessa Beaumont,
my son, Christopher Ewing.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- It's nice to meet you, Christopher.
- Nice to meet you too.

Dad, can I go call lvy, please?
And use the phone upstairs?

Uh, sure, sure. Go ahead.

CHRISTOPHER:
All right.

What a nice boy.

I had a talk with him
about the birds and the bees.

I think it went over a little too well.
Your son didn't tell us you were coming.

No, he didn't know I was coming.

I didn't know until a few days ago.

He must have had you worried sick.

James has always been full of surprises.

Oh, ha, Bobby,
he's a man after my own heart.

Remember that dinner we had
and McKay stopped by the table?

Many times.

Let's don't spend all day talking
about James.

I've come all this way,
don't I get a tour of the ranch?

Well, since James is not in,
why don't you spend the day with us?

We'd love to show you around.

I'd enjoy that,
if it's not too much trouble.

No, of course not. It will be our pleasure.

You sure you don't wanna take this off?

You know,
you get a much better tan without it.

No, thanks.

I wouldn't wanna give anyone
a heart attack.

Ha, ha. I think you already have.

I'm surprised J.R. Hasn't had one himself
with you sitting in his outer office.

Don't worry, when it gets too much for him,
he just closes the door.

[CHUCKLES]

You know, I like your sense of humor.

I'm sure it gets you through tough times
at work.

Sometimes.

What's your average day like?
What sort of things do you do for J. R?

- Are you really that interested?
- Sure.

In me or J. R?

Both.

Well, at least you're honest.

All right, so here's a little honesty back.

My work for J.R. Is confidential.

So if you wanna know what he does,
ask him.

Don't you like to talk about yourself?

I could ask the same of you.

What do you do, James...

...besides sitting around pools
asking a lot of questions?

Nothing much. My life is pretty boring.

[LAUGHING]

Somehow, I doubt that.

Did you grow up in Europe?
Go to school there?

Sort of.

I was kicked out of three different schools
in three different countries.

You don't sound very European.

Well, when I was 10, my parents sent me
to a military school in New Jersey.

Only went home on vacations.

My mother hates the way I talk. Heh.

Oh, you're a rebel.

I like that.

And you know what would make this rebel
really happy?

Is watching you wake up with a smile
on your face tomorrow morning.

Actually, I hate
waking up with a smile on my face.

In fact...

...I can't even put a smile on my face
until I've had my first cup of coffee.

In the office.

That's too bad
because you got a nice smile.

[CHUCKLES]

A nice smile, a nice walk.
What more could you want?

How about a home-cooked meal?

Sorry, my microwave is broken.

Nice try, though.

NEAL: Howdy, folks.
Have a seat, be right with you.

Coffee's hot and the apple pies
are fresh-baked.

No, thanks. We're looking for information
if you don't mind.

Well, information's on the house. Shoot.

Well, we were wondering
about those mailboxes...

...uh, just off Highway 93
at Robinson Road.

The ones with the Mallory and Ewing names
on them?

Yeah, what about them?

Well, the Ewing name
is very special to me.

And a man by the name of Tom Mallory
sent my husband, Jock Ewing...

...a riddle in a birthday card
which led to those mailboxes.

We thought
it was an interesting coincidence.

Well, if that don't beat all.
You, a Ewing, you know a Mallory.

Life sure is full of coincidences.

Do you know where they are
by any chance?

Uh, when they might be back?

Have you ever heard of that Tom Mallory
that sent her the card?

Sorry, never heard of him.

But the folks you're looking for
are in Kalispell all day today.

They went to buy some livestock.

Oh, that's too bad.
We came such a long way.

Well, why don't you stay the night
and catch up with them tomorrow?

This is a real pretty spot
to spend a day or two.

Well, I don't know.

Oh, come on, Ellie,
we've already come this far.

Okay, we'll stay.

Great. And thank you for the help.

Sorry I couldn't do more for you.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Now, we'll be coming back
for that apple pie.

Better call your aunt.
The Ewings are finally here.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I'll get it.

Oh, it's you.

Sorry to disappoint you.
I happen to date the lady who lives here.

Yeah, well, I happen to date
the other lady that lives here.

Cliff, let's not get into this now.

Let's pick up our dates,
go our separate ways.

That's a good idea. Tell me what restaurant
you're going to so I can be sure to avoid it.

APRIL:
Don't worry, it's not Chinese.

Michelle will be right out.

We had a fight over who got to use
the bathroom first and she lost.

- Older sister's prerogative, huh?
- You know it.

You look beautiful.

Thank you. Can I get you a drink, Cliff?

No, thanks. I'll just collect my date.

And, uh, get out of here
before you impose a curfew on us.

- Cliff...
- He's right.

Maybe I should let them go
their own way.

That's a first.

My sister actually doing the right thing.

- Hi.
CLIFF: Hi.

Oh! Michelle, speaking of the right thing,
I wanted to ask you...

...was it you who told Cliff about
my decision not to buy the land?

- Whoa, you're way out of line.
- No, Cliff, that's okay.

Of course I did.

I didn't think it was fair
that you went behind Cliff's back.

After all, he is part of Ewing Oil.

And since when is it any of your business?
You had no right to go running to Cliff.

Why didn't you come to me with the deal
instead of going to him?

- Don't start something you're gonna regret.
- I'll tell you.

You knew I couldn't say yes or no.
And why couldn't I say yes or no?

- Cliff.
- You didn't give me that kind of power.

Why did you invite me in...

...if you're not gonna allow me
to participate in decisions?

How can you? You're never there
long enough to know what we're deciding.

Why should he be there?
You certainly don't make him feel welcome.

- Shelley, butt out.
- Run her life like Bobby tries to run mine?

If I were running your life,
you'd spend time at the office.

I'd spend a hell of a lot more time
at the office...

...if it was a more pleasant place to be.

It's not a health spa, Cliff. What do
you want, a palm tree and a pina colada?

You could start with some respect.

Shelley, I said butt out.

- Let's get out of here and go to dinner.
APRIL: Good idea.

You, uh, gonna manage to find your way
into the office tomorrow?

If you see me there, I'll be there.

Don't pretend to look so surprised, James.

Mother. Heh.

I was wondering when you'd show up.

And you know why I came?

Sure. You were worried I'd tell J.R.
He's my father.

How much have you told J. R?

Not a lot.

I didn't think so.

They all seem to like you at Southfork.

So you've already been to see him?

Why doesn't that surprise me?

How else was I supposed to find you?

Taking off for Dallas, not telling me.

I don't have to ask your permission
every time I wanna piece of candy.

Oh, and this is quite a piece of candy,
isn't it?

You should know.

You couldn't wait to jump on a plane
and head for Southfork.

Were you really looking for me?

Or was I just an excuse for you
to look up J.R. Again?

I told you...

...that was all over a long time ago.

Yeah, right.

I'm not going to deny that I loved him,
James.

And still do.

There's a plane leaving for Vienna
tomorrow morning.

I want you to pack your things,
we're both going to be on it.

I'm sorry.

- I hope you didn't buy two tickets.
- James...

...please don't do this.

I think I can make my own decisions,
Mother.

And what if you decide
to stay here permanently?

What if you like being J.R.'s son?
What if he likes being your father?

Well, what if he does?

I've already lost one man I love
to this damn city.

I don't want to lose another one.

Then why did you send me over here
for school?

Because I thought when you were finished,
you'd want to come home.

Can't you let J.R. Get on with his life
and let us get on with ours?

What, are you kidding?

Out of the blue,
this perfect stranger comes into your life...

...and you tell me he's my father.

Now you want me to walk away
from that?

I did.

Well, I'm not you, am I?

You're going to tell him?

I don't know.

Just give me one week, okay?

Just one week to sort things out.

James, please.

You can stay in town if you want to.

It'll give you more time
to spend with J.R.

And what happens
at the end of the week?

Then I go home with you...

...or I make Dallas my home.

[CHUCKLES]

I should have thought of this
a long time ago.

- J. R?
- Yeah, honey?

I just got a fax from my tanker captain,
Jack Bouleris.

He and my million barrels of oil
are just two days outside of Galveston.

Well, that's real nice, J.R., but why do
we have to have that machine in here?

Because, my pretty one,
the oil industry never sleeps.

It's a 24-hour-day operation.

If you're gonna be married to an oilman,
you gotta live with that.

I suppose.

We really got something to celebrate
when we have lunch with Vanessa.

As long as you don't bring that machine
with you.

Ha-ha-ha. I'll leave it in the cloak room.
Now, let's have some breakfast.

All right, I'll tell her.

Okay, bye-bye.

Hello, hello? Oh.

Cally, that was Alex Barton.

He called to remind you that Mrs. Evander's
limo's picking you up at 11:30, okay?

Mrs. Evander's limo?

Oh, my gosh, J.R., I forgot.

I'm supposed to have tea
with Mrs. Evander today.

Oh, that's the lady
that bought your painting?

CALLY: Mm-hm.
- Well, you go and have fun.

What about lunch with Vanessa?

I'll call her, cancel it.

No, don't.

You go and have lunch with her.
I don't need to be there.

- You sure?
- Real sure.

- I don't mind canceling.
- Absolutely not.

Next time, we'll just include James
and the four of us will have dinner together.

Why don't you cancel, J. R?

Then you and I can have lunch together.

I just lost my appetite.

Pretty place. Nice and peaceful.

Well, I'd give it two days.

We'd both be bored out of our minds
without the action that goes on at home.

True, true.

You don't suppose...

...there are branches of the Ewing family tree
Jock didn't tell you about?

Maybe.

But why is a Mallory family
living on the same road?

NEAL:
You'll find out soon enough.

I got off the phone with those people
you're looking for.

They'll be back this afternoon.

Hey.

Hey, Kendall, how are you?

Not good.
I thought you were gonna call me.

- I will.
- When?

Soon, I promise.

My favorite recipe is on page 21,
and you don't need a microwave to cook it.

I hope it's for boiling water.
That's what I do best.

[JAMES LAUGHS]

- Is J.R. In yet?
- Mm-mm. You missed him, he's at lunch.

BOBBY:
Jackie.

- Cliff get in yet?
- No, he didn't.

He hasn't checked in either.
I don't know where he is.

Damn, we're suppose to fly
to the refinery today.

- I can make some calls, check around.
- No, no, never mind. It's too late anyway.

Excuse me,
if you're looking for company, I'm free.

Well, good afternoon to you.

No, really, I'd love to go.

If you don't mind me asking you
a ton of questions about the oil business.

All right, let me get my stuff
and we'll go.

- Vanessa.
- Hello.

Well...

Mr. Ewing.

Show it to the lady, would you?

It's the same wine you bought me
all those years ago.

I haven't forgotten. Thank you.

Where's Cally?
I thought she was going to join us.

Well, at the last minute, she suddenly
realized she had a previous engagement.

She asked me to apologize for her.

I'm sorry.

She's a lovely young woman.

I enjoyed spending yesterday
with the two of you.

So did we.

So how's James?

I missed him barging in at the office
this morning.

Oh, dear.
I was afraid that was going to happen.

No, I like having him around.

You raised a fine boy, Vanessa.
Really fine.

I think so too.

Why didn't you tell me
about him back then?

You think it would have mattered to me?
Knowing that you had a son?

I don't know, J.R.

It was such a confusing time for me.

I loved you so much...

...but I was married.

I didn't want to complicate things
any further.

They were as complicated
as they were gonna get.

I would have married you,
adopted the boy...

...brought you back to Dallas.

I know that.

But I couldn't leave my husband.

He was my best friend.

I would have been those things for you.

But your home was Dallas.

And mine was Vienna.

And you couldn't compromise.

Could you?

I wish I had.

ELLIE: Well, if they're not home,
this is the end of it...

...Clayton, we fly back to Dallas tonight.

Well, there's no sense in rushing home
till this thing is settled, Ellie.

[CHILDREN LAUGHING NEARBY]

Did you hear that?

In the backyard, come on.

I knew you would come.

You don't know
how long we've waited for you.

Oh, come, please.

ALL:
Surprise!

ALL:
Surprise!

What is this?

Who are you?

Oh, I'm sorry, Ellie.

This must be very confusing for you.
I'm Sarah Ewing.

It's been a long time, Jock.
But perhaps you still remember me, hmm?

I'm sorry, but you made a mistake.
Jock Ewing died seven years ago.

[ALL GASP]

My name is Clayton Farlow.

Clayton is my second husband.

Jock is dead?

Oh, I had no idea.

Then you really don't know
what this is all about.

Four year ago, Tom Mallory was hunting
in this area when he accidentally found us.

Can you imagine how we felt seeing him
again after all those years?

STANLEY:
I'm Stanley Mallory, Mrs. Ewing.

I mean, Mrs. Farlow.

I live just down the road.
I'm sorry Neal lied to you about Tom...

...but he didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

Well, unfortunately Tom Mallory
died a while ago.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear
about Tom and Jock.

The two people most dear to me,
next to my family.

Well, uh, are you relatives
of Jock and Mallory?

As far as I know,
Jock only had one brother.

Heh. No, we're not relatives.

Ewing and Mallory
are not our real names.

We took them in honor of the men
who saved our lives.

Everything looks pretty good, Art.

Just remember to decrease petroleum
production like we discussed.

Don't forget to shut down
that number three tank for cleaning.

Thank you, buddy.

What happens if the other oil companies...

...shut down their tanks for cleaning
at the same time?

We have a gasoline shortage.

What, prices go up,
long lines form at the gas station?

Well, fortunately it doesn't happen
very often.

I try and coordinate our cleaning schedules
with the other companies around.

You know,
I pictured J.R. As the oilman, not you.

Maybe because he's the oldest.

When I'm with him, I get the impression
he's running the company.

That's the impression he likes to give.

But it's my company.

J.R. Doesn't seem like the kind of guy
to let his younger brother take charge.

- Am I being too blunt?
- No, it's all right.

It's common knowledge.

J.R. And I ping-ponged back and forth
for years as president of Ewing Oil.

This time the title is mine for keeps.

And he puts up with that?

Lately. There was a time
when he and I both had our own companies.

What's stopping him
from forming his own company again?

Daddy.

J.R. Has gotta be a part of the company
Daddy built no matter what his position is.

And your father's that important to him?

To both of us.

Except J.R. Made Daddy his obsession.

He must have loved his father very much.

Tore him up when Daddy died.

He lost all sense of direction,
he had no drive.

That doesn't seem like the J.R. I met.

- He seemed like a pretty directed guy.
- Oh, he is now.

What got him back on track?

His son, John Ross.

Oh, of course, John Ross.

You see, J.R. Figured that if he couldn't
please Daddy anymore, he could be Daddy.

He could build his own empire
and pass it along to his boy.

- How old is John Ross?
- He's 11.

Oh. So then it's gonna be a long time
before anything is passed on to him.

- Hang on.
- All right.

In 1944, Jock, Tom Mallory
and two other men...

...were returning from a bombing mission
in Germany.

Their plane was hit by antiaircraft fire.

And it crashed in Holland.

Jock told me some of this story.

And they landed near a town called...

- Tilburg.
- Yes.

And a Jewish family took them in,
saved their lives.

It was you.

Our former name was Freedman.

My family had been in hiding
from the Nazis since 1942.

And the two other men died in the crash,
as I recall.

And Jock was near death.

I did what I could
under limited circumstances.

You saved his life.

Great risk to your own, I would imagine.

Jock told me that you helped him
get out of the country.

No, no. My husband and my brother...

...smuggled Tom and Jock
to the coast of the North Sea.

Others helped him get safely
back to England.

How did you and your family
end up here?

Jock used contacts within the Resistance
to fly back to Holland.

We were still in hiding.

And each day brought the Nazis
closer to us.

It would only have been a matter of time.

I think I can guess the rest.

Jock smuggled your family
out of the country.

[CHUCKLING]

He flew us back to England
right under the noses of the Germans.

[LAUGHS]

He saved
not only my husband and myself...

...but also my brother and his wife
and their son, Stanley.

Come, I'll introduce you.

[CROWD CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

SARAH:
This is my daughter, Naomi.

How do you do?

Hello.

And please, over here.

My son, David, and his family.

Hello.

And over here, please.

My brother, Jacob.

How do you do?

- Hello. Hello, Gertrude.
- His wife, Gertrude.

So happy.

And Stanley...

...Eva...

- Hello.
...and Judith.

Nice to meet you.

None of these people would be alive today
if it wasn't for the heroism of Jock Ewing.

Sly, would you file these for me?
What are you reading?

A cookbook.

You're not going domestic on me?

Heh. I have a black thumb
when it comes to baking.

Oh, glad to hear that.

- Get Frank Rossi on the phone for me.
SLY: Yes.

Is Bobby back from the refinery yet?

No, I don't expect him for a while.
He's probably showing James around.

- James?
- Mm-hm.

I thought Barnes was supposed
to go to the refinery with Bob.

- He was, but I can't find him.
- Uh-huh.

[ELEVATOR BELL RINGS]

Well, speak of the devil. I was just about
to auction off your furniture.

Not that we'd get a whole hell of a lot
for those garage-sale items.

That wouldn't solve anything.
My office would still be bigger.

Matches the size of your head,
which is too big for your brain.

Hey, is something particularly wrong
or are you just having a bad day in general?

I always have a bad day
when I see your name on that office door.

You raising cobwebs there?
What are doing to justify your salary?

You wouldn't have to worry
about my salary...

...if you and Bobby weren't so busy
trying to exclude me from your decisions.

If we thought you were capable
of making a decision...

...we wouldn't exclude you so much.
- Now, wait a minute, pal.

I'm a better oilman than you are...

...and Bobby and your daddy
all put together.

I've heard you sweating bullets
over this Shaughnessy deal.

Hell, you can't even make a simple sale
without screwing it up.

The only thing screwed up is your head.

Which I'd be happy to serve
on a silver platter tonight...

...if I wasn't afraid of food poisoning.

Oh, you're a total comedian, J.R.
Look, nobody's laughing.

You wanna see some laughs?

I'll buy you out. Right now.

Oh, no, no, no.
You don't have enough money.

I'll steal from Fort Knox if I have to.

But you'd deprive me
of seeing the expression on your face...

...when I come in to go to my office.

No way.

No way.

And it's still bigger than yours.

Lock him in.

And throw away the key.

Jock was posted back to England...

...before we had a chance
to say goodbye and thank you.

- When did you get over here?
- Oh, a few months later.

Tom managed to get papers for us.

We wanted a new start, new identities.

But he also left England before we
had a chance to tell him of our new name.

So you settled here
and never made contact with him again?

Until Tom Mallory walked back
into our lives four years ago.

He saw the mailboxes.
That day, we were home.

- That must have been quite a reunion.
SARAH: Oh, it certainly was.

I hadn't seen Sarah cry that much...

...since the day
Jock came back for us in Tilburg.

- Oh.
CLAYTON: Heh, heh.

My husband died 15 years later.

I like to think he, Tom and Jock...

...are having a celebration of their own
right now.

Well, knowing Jock,
I wouldn't be surprised.

We would be honored if you and Clayton
stayed with us for a few days.

I have plenty of room.

And there's so much to catch up on.

We'd be delighted, thank you.

And don't forget,
you owe me a steak when we get back.

SARAH:
Hmm?

I'll explain later.

There is something else
I must tell you, Ellie.

When we sheltered Jock...

...he thought he was dying...

...so he wrote two letters.

Which he then gave to me
for safekeeping.

One was to you,
which unfortunately I lost.

But the other still exists.

I waited 45 years to give this to you.

"To my son."

At least you can say
it's never dull around here.

Are you kidding?

Dull is beginning to sound
pretty good to me. Heh, heh.

BOBBY: Is he in?
- Yeah, he is, but now may not be good...

- J.R., they're starting to clean...
- Hello, Bob. Hey, James.

How'd you like our little refinery?

It was pretty impressive, I have to admit.

Bob, don't you think it's time to fire
that charity case in the office next door?

Maybe make James here
a member of the team.

He's only joking.

I will have another talk with Cliff,
all right?

I think you'd be wasting your breath,
to tell you the truth.

Bobby, a Westar tanker has just had some
accident. It's leaking oil all over the gulf.

- I just heard. What happened? Got details?
- There aren't many.

Just that there was a storm in the area.
A lot of fog and rain.

No one knows quite how it happened.

Westar supertanker,
that's millions of barrels of oil.

Oh, ho, that's a damn shame.

It's not funny, J.R.

You know what that's gonna do
to the Texas coastline?

The pollution in the gulf?

Well, what's a few dead ducks?
Didn't you hear?

McKay's tanker.

A McKay tanker. Bobby, this day's turned
out to be better than I thought it would.

J.R., this really stinks.

This isn't a comedy, this is tragic.
It affects the whole oil industry.

Barnes, make yourself useful.

Grab a bottle of champagne,
we got some celebrating to do.

I'm glad he's your problem.

- What are you gonna do now?
- Make some calls, find out what's going on.

Let me know how many millions of barrels
were spilt. I need a laugh.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, James, there is a God after all.

[CHUCKLES]

And he's smiling down
on old J.R. Right now.

How in the hell did this happen?

We don't know. The reports aren't in yet.

What do you mean
"the reports aren't in yet"?

You see, sir, we're having problems
contacting the ship...

Don't give me that garbage.
How many barrels did we lose?

Are you deaf? How many barrels?

Well, so far, we think...

...maybe a million.

Possibly more.

A million barrels.

Damn it. Hell.

This is gonna cost me a fortune.

We've mobilized our lawyers.

Get the public relations people on this.
Publicity is gonna be a nightmare.

Mr. Schuchart of the European cartel's
been calling.

They've heard about it in Europe already.

He was wondering
if this would affect the shipment.

Of course it's gonna affect
the European shipment.

That oil was intended for the cartel.

I want you to find out what happened.

I want you to find out now!

All that for J.R., huh? Heh, heh.

- You must have had some great lunch.
- Matter of fact, we did.

- Then maybe you should move to Dallas.
- Don't be silly.

J.R. Is a happily married man, I have
no interest in breaking up his relationship.

Really? I thought that might be
one of the reasons you showed up.

Don't tell me you're calling it quits?

I think we should both leave
well enough alone, don't you?

Do you really want these people
for your family, James?

I don't know...

...maybe.

I had a very interesting day today
with Uncle Bobby at the Ewing Oil refinery.

He told me all about
what makes Daddy J.R. Tick.

We're a lot more alike than you think.

You don't belong here.

See, that's what you want me to think.

But I like this city...

...and I like the oil business.

I feel more at home in Dallas
than in any other place in the world.

But you've spent so little time here.

I'm doing this because I like the man,
and maybe I want him to be my father.

I'll see how the evening goes,
maybe I won't say anything.

Or maybe I'll tell him the truth tonight.

I'm telling you,
you wouldn't have believed it.

I mean, there he was laughing his head off
about the oil spill.

Mr. Humanity himself.

It was embarrassing
being in the same office with him.

Then why stay?

Up until now, I haven't wanted to give him
the satisfaction of seeing me leave.

But, Cliff, look at you. You're miserable.

You're better than Ewing Oil,
better than all of them.

You know something?

Maybe you're right. Why should I hang
around and put up with that idiot's crap?

Maybe I will quit.

I'll tell you...

DORA MAE: Good evening, Mr. Ewing.
J. R: Dora Mae, how are you doing?

Maybe I can help.

DORA MAE:
Is it someone's birthday?

Ha, ha. Better than a birthday, Dora Mae.

We're celebrating interesting
developments around the world.

JAMES:
I'll second that.

- Well, enjoy yourselves.
J. R: We will, we certainly will.

Uh, y'all excuse me, please.

- Wanna stay for dinner?
- Good idea.

Why don't we move over there?

I'll be right back.

MICHELLE:
J.R.

Oh, Michelle. We meet again.

Will you really pay a small fortune
to get Cliff out of Ewing Oil?

That's the most serious offer
I ever made to anybody in my life.

Then it's Michelle, with two L's

What?

I wanna make sure you spell my name right
on that check you're gonna be writing me.

Huh.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

McKay.

What?

Are you sure?

James, how are you enjoying
our dear city so far?

I like it. To tell you the truth,
I feel right at home here.

Really? You have your choice...

...of Vienna, London or Paris.
And you prefer Dallas?

- Well, a strange boy. Heh, heh.
- Will you be staying long, Vanessa?

That depends.

Well, it's been real nice having you here.
Don't rush away.

Who knows, Cally, we might be here
longer than you think. Heh.

I think we need another drink.

[GRUNTS]

There's J.R.

I thought they fumigated this place.

Relax, Cliff. You're quitting.

You won't have to see his face
much longer.

Ah.

We were trying to talk Vanessa and James
into staying in Dallas a little while.

Not talking about leaving already?

Well, you know, I only planned
on staying a short while and l...

Let's not discuss that now.
We're here tonight to celebrate.

It's a great time to be alive
and to be in the oil business.

Except if you're Carter McKay.

Well, for once
I gotta agree with you, Lucy.

I'd like to propose a toast...

...to the man who started Ewing Oil
and our family, my daddy.

Our daddy, Jock Ewing.

We should also toast the people who aren't
here tonight. Mama, Clayton, Gary, Ray.

Oh, come on, Bobby.
Ray's not really family.

- Who's he?
- Daddy's big mistake.

A half-breed.
Born on the wrong side of the blanket.

You have a half brother?

Uh, an illegitimate half brother.

He's a Ewing.
Just like you, and me and Gary.

- And me.
- Don't push your luck, Lucy.

Well, is he a criminal or something?

Or you just don't like him
because he's illegitimate?

James, we don't dislike him at all.
He's our brother and we love him.

He's a bastard
in every sense of the word, Bob.

I'm going in there and tell a certain Ewing
brother that he can take my partnership...

...and put it where the sun don't shine.

How did your father feel about him?

Oh, Lord knows why, but he loved him.

Heard you wanted to take after your daddy
in every way.

That's right.

Well, congratulations then,
because you have.

James, no.

I'd like to propose a toast
to J.R. Ewing...

...my daddy.

NARRATOR:
Next on Dallas:

Am I his father?

James had no right to say that.

Kind of a miracle that none
of your other bastards haven't shown up.

- You're being a jerk, Cliff.
- As I recall, you were in his stable too.

Move faster than that,
the oil is spreading faster than that.

Get out of my house!

- Don't give me that crap.
- I said we don't have a tanker.

Want me to cut my own throat?

Even if it means dumping more oil
into the gulf.

[ENGLISH SDH]