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Previously on Dallas:

Oh, Bobby, she's gotta live.

If Cliff dies, I don't think I'll ever be able to marry you.

Good morning.

J.R., you will be the laughing stock of Texas.

- You little bastard! - Get off!

Gone.

Everybody gone.

To hell with them. To hell with all of them.

They all ran out and left me.

They don't give a damn if I'm dead or alive.

I think they'd all be happier if I'd never been a part of the Ewing family.

They'd be happier if there'd never been a J.R. Ewing, that's for damned sure.

Well...

maybe I should just do myself in.

Boy, they'd be sorry.

Nobody could be as sorry as you. You are really pitiful.

What? MAN: Up here.

That's right.

Who are you? What the hell are you doing up there?

Forgive me for interrupting, I just couldn't

help it, but you were about to kill yourself.

What are you, a burglar or something? Put your hands up.

No, I'm not a burglar.

The only thing I'm interested in here is you, pal.

- What the hell are you talking about? - Would you please stop using that word?

Get your hands up, boy.

The thing is, I was just passing by...

more or less, when I heard you mumbling something about people being happier...

if there'd never been a J.R. Ewing.

Well, personally, I think that's true.

But it's not my call.

Anyway, uh, I think you were about to do yourself in...

so I'll just wait here while you finish the job.

Listen, you little windbag, get your hands up or I'll blow your ears off.

You're not gonna be easy, are you?

I know we're in Texas

and I know you lived here all your life...

but do you have any idea what the word schmuck means?

How did that shot miss you? And how did you get down here?

- What's going on here, anyhow? - You didn't answer my question.

You probably don't know, so I'll tell you.

A schmuck is someone who owns the goose...

who lays the golden eggs and cooks it for dinner.

Hey, are you from back east or something?

You sure ain't from around here.

That certainly is true.

Eh.

I'm tired of all this talk, you little runt. Now, who are you?

Who am I? A name. A name.

What's in a name?

A rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet...

but if it'll make you feel better, uh, why don't you call me Adam?

Hmm.

Yeah, call me Adam.

That has a nice ring to it.

Uh, but back to business. In a sense, I'm your golden goose.

Oh, boy, you are a weirdo.

And you got about a minute to get off Southfork.

If you'd stop being pig-headed, I have something to talk to you about.

So listen carefully.

What I'm about to offer you is the opportunity of a lifetime...

but it expires soon, and will not be offered again.

Here's the deal.

Why don't we find out...

if indeed the world would have been a better place...

if there had never been a J.R. Ewing?

How's that for an offer?

I know who you are. You're a wacko..

That escaped from a mental institution. I don't know how you ended up here.

I'll call the boys with the straitjackets and have them pick you up.

You know all about mental institutions and straitjackets, don't you?

- How do you know about that? - I know everything about you.

My boss has been intrigued by you for a long time.

When he heard you were at the end of your rope, he sent me to talk to you.

Oh, yeah? What are you gonna tell me?

That you're some sort of an apprentice angel and I'm your good deed, huh?

Hmm.

You've got it upside down and backwards, but in essence, that's about it.

Ha-ha-ha. Boy, you are crazy.

You expect me to believe that?

Don't believe.

Kill yourself.

But then you'll never know what I can show you.

Will you?

Well, all right.

Let's say I'm just drunk enough to go along with you.

How about a little proof, huh? Hmm?

Why don't you give me a sign?

I don't do shtick.

But suppose I know things about you that no outsider could.

Like what?

Like how about James moving back east with Debra Lynn and Jimmy?

John Ross dumping you to live in England with his mother?

Uh, Miss Ellie giving Southfork to Bobby, letting Cally get away with your child.

How's that for starters?

Plus, of course, Sly quit to get married, Phyllis told you to shove your job.

And now you're all alone at Ewing and Ewing.

- Good, huh? - Well, if you're so damned smart...

how come you didn't mention the fact Cliff Barnes now owns Ewing Oil?

What Ewing Oil?

Without you, Ewing Oil would no longer exist.

Oh, of course it would, with or without me.

My daddy founded that company.

That's true...

but it's what happened to it that's interesting.

Why don't I ever get someone like that instead of the J.R.s of the world?

- Hey, how did you do this? - Do what?

Well, uh, get us here. Where the hell are we?

You do like that word.

Well... Um...

Uh, say, miss, can you tell me where I am, please?

Hello?

- She acts like I'm not even here. - Bingo.

Why don't you just look on this as sort of a metaphysical trip...

where we're here, but we're not really?

And since you never existed, how can anyone see or hear you?

Well, metaphysical or not, where are we?

This is Ewing Oil.

Or at least, we're in what used to be the Ewing Oil building.

When the company went bankrupt, this insurance company tuck it over.

Bankrupt? What are you talking about?

Well, without you, Gary was the oldest brother.

When Jock got ready to retire, he turned the company over to him.

Daddy would never do anything that dumb.

But he did. Miss Ellie wanted it that way.

Gary was always her favorite.

Unfortunately, Gary wasn't cut out for the oil business...

and inside of a couple of years, the company went belly up.

What that must have done to Daddy.

He just couldn't take the loss of the company.

You mean Daddy killed himself?

Well, the coroner said natural causes...

but the coroner was a good friend of your mama's.

Ahh. Poor Mama.

She loved your daddy so much...

she died of a broken heart a couple of years later.

Now, wait a minute.

Mama's alive and well, and married to that idiot Clayton Farlow.

You just don't get it, do you? She never met Clayton Farlow.

She just couldn't face life without Jock.

To the end, blamed herself for talking him into giving Gary the company.

Gary, that punk.

I hope he ended up on a junk pile somewhere.

Look at this. These socks cost me $40 a pair.

I know that, Mr. Ewing.

They've got a run in them. Is that any way to take care of my things?

I'm very sorry, Mr. Ewing.

Sorry doesn't feed the bulldog. Get me another pair.

You scum.

You put Mama and Daddy into the ground, living in this playboy mansion.

How did he get all this money?

He's a lawyer, of course.

But not just a lawyer.

A Beverly Hills lawyer.

Oh, how did he ever get to be a lawyer?

Well, he graduated from UT, passed the Texas bar...

had a good business going when Jock left him Ewing Oil.

- Good, give Mr. Kingdom... - Good lawyer, but he's a lousy oilman.

- Yes? SECRETARY: Mrs. Kingdom is here.

Ah. Send her in.

Alice, my dear, come in.

Oh, Gary, you've got to do something. The man is a beast.

Oh, what's he done now?

He's cut off my credit.

All the shops. I've never been so humiliated.

Well, we'll make him pay. You can be sure of that.

He hasn't been late with the interim support money?

But how am I supposed to get by without being able to keep my wardrobe up?

We'll get more.

Don't you worry, and we're gonna be in court soon.

He'll wish he'd been nicer to you.

Well, thank God I have you by my side.

- You make me feel so safe. - Oh.

I wish you were there with me to comfort me at night.

It gets so lonely.

Well, Alice...

He never married, you know.

Without you to drive him off Southfork, he never met Valene.

Never had Lucy.

He's just a poor, happy bachelor.

Where the hell is the justice in that?

Yes?

Mr. Kingdom and Miss Lawrence are here.

Good. Send them in.

Now, don't say a word.

Don't get in an argument, and let me do all the talking.

I can't stand that witch he has for an attorney.

- He's probably making it with her. - Just let me do all the talking.

All right.

- Miss Lawrence. - Mr. Ewing.

Mr. Kingdom.

Shall we get right to it?

- Yes, why don't we? I... - No.

I'd like to say something about Mrs. Kingdom's behavior.

Her behavior?

You piker, you. How could you do that to me?

- Do what? ALICE: Emilio's, yesterday.

I was trying on a new outfit, and you cut off my credit.

Buy more clothes, have to turn into twins to wear them.

You cheap, rotten-

Cheap? Me? ALICE: Yes, you.

Before you married me, the only words you knew were, "Attention, Kmart shoppers."

That's it. I don't need this. I'm gonna kill you right here.

- I never... You make me sick to my stomach.

Listen. She's always done this.

I'm gonna kill you right here.

- It looks like he earns his money, I'll say.

- It does get better. - I never liked you. I...

I think we'll give up our demand for the Palm Springs house.

But I'm gonna want something in return.

She can keep the Palm Springs house if she drops the alimony to 10,000 a month.

Or a flat settlement of 2 million.

Plus the Mercedes, plus the New York apartment.

In return, she relinquishes all claim to the Bel Air house...

the Malibu house, and the place in Aspen.

I think we can live with that.

- Then it's done. - And done again.

We'll see about again.

Well, why don't we?

Well, he's a Ewing, that's for sure.

If you're gonna cut a deal, that's the best place for it.

You're just gonna sit there and watch?

- You got a better idea? - Yeah, I thought we'd catch some TV.

- You're kidding. - Au contraire.

There's something on I think even you will like.

While the luxury tax was intended to be a burden...

borne only by the very wealthy, it has had an unexpected side effect...

of throwing thousands of blue-collar workers out of work...

"including those who built the yachts.

- It has had... - What's she doing on TV?

Looks gorgeous, doesn't she?

Is this some kind of a joke?

No. She's one of the most successful people in daytime television.

- Including those... - You expect me to believe that?

It doesn't matter what you believe. She's worked long and hard for this.

Oh, don't answer it. - No, I'd better.

Oh, I can't... I can't concentrate with this thing ringing.

Ahh. Hello?

Jason, why are you calling me at this hour?

No, I'm not gonna be in Dallas for the presentation.

Well, what do I care if it's your big day?

No, Jason, look...

as far as I'm concerned, you're a selfish little jerk...

and the world's worst excuse for a brother.

Jason? Who the hell is Jason?

Good evening, Mr. Ewing. Congratulations on your big night.

Thank you, darling. It's about time too.

Would you believe it?

Nobody from the family's gonna show up.

I can't imagine why.

That's him.

Well, I know you told me a lot of things changed...

but there was never another brother.

How many sons did Jock and Miss Ellie have?

- Three.

Well, without you, Gary was the oldest, then Bobby...

and then came Jason.

He's quite a piece of work.

Hey, hey, the man of the hour.

Our hero. The bringer of affordable housing to the great unwashed.

Just as long as they've got their 10 percent down.

Uh, got a couple minutes?

- We can talk a little business? - Always.

I hope it's better than the last deal you had for me.

Five hundred an acre for that damn swampland?

On which you built 2000 houses.

Which, thank the Lord, haven't begun to sink yet.

Not my problem. I'm out of that one, boys.

Although I did like the name. Lakeview Estates.

It does have a ring to it.

Amuse yourself, girls. We're gonna talk some business.

Lakeview Estates.

Mud Flats would have been better.

You still seeing that car salesman?

Wait a minute.

You don't call someone who deals in Rolls-Royces a car salesman.

Isn't it about time you tried it?

Well, now, if I did, I sure wouldn't talk about it.

Does that mean you have or haven't?

That means I want another drink.

He's your brother, all right.

Look at what he's married to, and he's out chasing all over town.

Folks, folks, friends, customers, ha, ha, lend me your ears.

It's time for the reason we've all assembled here tonight.

To pay homage to our good friend Jason Ewing.

And to honor him...

for his last and his biggest development in East Dallas...

Whispering Pines. Jason Ewing.

Whispering Pines.

To the lucky buyers, it's known as Stink City.

He built it on an old garbage dump.

Of course, he got the land cheap.

He's a disgrace to the Ewing name.

I hope Bobby kicked his butt off Southfork.

Even the thought of him living there hurts me.

What are we doing here?

I thought you'd like to see Jason's first development. He made his fortune on this.

So what?

Doesn't it look familiar?

Wait a minute. I don't even drive through places like this.

After Miss Ellie died...

Jason managed to maneuver Bobby and Gary...

out of their shares of Southfork. - Wait a minute.

That hustler owns Southfork? Is that what you're saying?

Hmm. Not exactly. He didn't feel the same way about it that you did.

Are you telling me...?

This is Southfork.

Doesn't look the same, does it?

Well, Jason never was one for sentiment.

So he turned it into this.

It's almost impossible for me to believe that it's been 10 years.

Ten of the best years of my life.

Now, I'm not saying that getting up at 4:00 in the morning...

and going to work in the dark is my idea of heaven...

but it's time for me to move on to the other things in my life.

It's time to pass the old hourglass over to my successor.

I know you, our faithful watchers, will come to admire...

and, yes, love, Kimberly Kavanaugh...

just the way those of us who have worked with her these last six months do.

And so, until we meet again on my network specials...

God bless and care for all of you.

And we're out.

Wait.

Thank you so much for what you said.

I could hardly keep from crying.

And I just want you to know, as hard as it is...

I'm gonna do my best to fill your shoes.

Just as long as your bra stays filled, honey...

you won't have to worry about the shoes.

I don't use padding.

Just between the ears.

I hope you know how to read the news on your back, Kimberly.

I heard that's where you were when you got the job.

Ha-ha-ha. That's the way to go, Sue Ellen. She's got a lot of fire, hasn't she?

Proud of you. Ha-ha-ha.

Cut. It's wonderful.

- Okay, let's move to Stage 4. - Oh, I'm sorry.

Sue Ellen, I'm gonna miss you so much.

This won't be the last time we see each other.

Well, I thought you were going to L.A.

I'll be back. New York is my home.

Well, how about that. This is your last day on the show, and your last scene.

The old soap won't be the same without you.

Thank you.

Well, I've gotta change. I've got the shower scene next.

Oh, we'll sneak in. - Bye.

I'll see you both before I leave.

What's going on?

It's called Top of the World. It's my favorite show.

Sue Ellen's been on it for years.

Playing the part of a newscaster. They love her.

What's with the pills? What are they?

Aspirin. What do you think?

You decent? It's your ever-loving agent.

Come in.

Sue Ellen!

Babe, you were wonderful.

You practically brought tears to my eyes.

Really?

Would I lie? Where do you want me to put these?

Anywhere.

So how's it feel? You all ready for the big new career?

The sooner, the better. - Good, good.

Because Monday, you fly out to meet the director.

When do we get the script?

Well, they'll, uh, have some pages for you by the weekend.

Oh, pages? Why not the whole script?

Well, see, the thing is, they, uh... They want you to test.

Test?

Well, I thought they knew me. That they wanted me.

Oh. They do, baby, they do, they do.

But see, there's this new director, and he's really not quite sure, you know.

Well, he has seen my work?

Well, actually, the thing is he, uh...

He's kind of young. He doesn't really know from soap operas.

So show him some tapes.

There's gotta be years of that stuff around here.

Look, babe. He wants a test, okay?

He's not quite sure of himself. He wants to see you on film.

Hey, look, a lot of big stars, and I'm talking big, will do a test.

It'll be okay.

All right. I suppose so.

Good.

Will I, um, have the day with him?

Mm...

Well, how many people is he testing?

- How many, Jeff? - Not many.

Ten, 12.

- You want me to go on a cattle call? - Now, don't look at it that way.

No? Well, how am I supposed to look at it?

You're the one that told me to leave the show.

Because you told me that picture was guaranteed, that I was set.

Heh. That's not quite what I said.

And that it was a great career move. Did you say that too?

Well, you know...

I know that you are a creepy little snake that lied.

And there is no way that I am going out there to test.

You know, everybody's right. Everybody.

You are a difficult little bitch to work with.

You don't know the meaning of the word yet.

Now, get out of here.

That's the way to go, Sue Ellen. Tell that slimeball off.

He wants Jackie Bisset anyway.

I knew it. She's gonna hit the bottle. Never could take a setback.

You pushed her over the edge.

No, no. She's weak. She had no guts when I married her.

- She came out of it all right, didn't she? - Yeah.

- That's because I gave her the strength. - Well, maybe she had her own strength.

Who is it?

Nobody important. Just your husband.

She's married?

Disappointed? Wait.

- Hi. Ha, ha. SUE ELLEN: Oh, am I glad to see you.

Are you?

Oh, it can't be. It's Nick Pierce.

He died when he fell off the balcony.

Dummy, dummy, dummy. He never met you.

He moved to New York instead of Dallas. He's alive and well. Look.

I don't wanna. I don't wanna.

Well, that was some little kiss.

Maybe I should lock the door, huh?

- No. - I think I can wait until tonight.

All right.

Oh, uh, ha, ha, these looked much better before I walked in.

They're beautiful. Thank you.

Sue Ellen, don't tell me somebody's beating my time.

Oh.

My wonderful, uh, ex-agent brought them to me.

Ex-agent? SUE ELLEN: Mm.

Sounds ominous.

What happened?

- That film he promised? - Mm-hm.

It's a crock.

A crock?

Oh. That's nice. That's sympathy.

- No, no, it's funny. Ha, ha. - Why?

Uh, because I took six months leave of absence to be out there with you.

- You didn't. - Yes, I did.

And now I'm a failure.

Are you disappointed in me?

Disappointed?

Sweetheart, I am the happiest man in the world.

I was sick and tired of you getting up every morning at 4:00."

and coming to this dumb studio.

You know, to be really honest, I didn't want you to do that film.

Why didn't you say anything?

Because I knew you wanted it.

And whatever makes you happy makes me happy.

- That's why. - Oh.

Why don't we go home and make each other happy?

Right now?

Mm.

Twisting my arm.

I don't believe it.

That she was happy without ever having met you?

We had something she'd never had with any other man.

That's right. Misery. Pain.

And good times.

You have the world's worst memory.

Sue Ellen was obviously going to be all right...

whether J.R. Ewing existed or not.

But you did exist.

And Sue Ellen is now living happily in England...

with her new husband and John Ross by her side.

Interesting, though, without you...

there wouldn't be a John Ross or a Christopher or a James...

or a little Jimmy.

You would never have met Vanessa...

and the Ewing name has almost ceased to exist.

Well, what are you talking about?

Well, Jason and Gary have no children, or won't have.

Only Bobby is carrying on the Ewing name.

Well, I bet Bobby's okay.

Well, he's so damn pure...

couldn't matter to him whether I was his brother or not.

You know what happens when you throw a pebble in a still pond?

It makes a ripple, and eventually, that ripple touches everything around it.

Why don't you just think of yourself as a pebble?

Right, I'm a pebble. And what about Bobby? Let's go see him. Where is he, anyhow?

He's living in Las Vegas.

J.R. Las Vegas? ADAM: Uh-huh.

Aah! BOBBY JR.: We've got you. We've got you.

- You're down. - Touchdown.

No touchdown, no touchdown. You're right. Oh.

You guys are getting too big. I used to win all the time.

That was some neat tackle, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, that was some neat tackle. Mwah.

- I'm hungry, Daddy. - Me too.

Can we get some ice cream or something?

Oh, it's getting too close to dinner.

I don't want your mom yelling because you don't eat.

Come on, Dad.

Please?

All right.

But don't tell your mom.

And promise me you'll eat your dinner.

We will. Honest.

Yeah, come on. Help me up.

Ooh, good, good, good. That's good, they work.

- Ha, ha. Can we do this again tomorrow? - Yeah, we'll try.

- Okay. - Okay, everybody, you get one thing.

- What do you want? - Chocolate.

- Chocolate. - Vanilla.

- Vanilla. What about you? - Lemon Popsicle.

Ha, ha! Okay.

Three kids. He's a lucky man.

J.R., Ellie and Bobby Jr.

- Nice kids. - J.R.?

After his father.

What would the Ewing family be without a J.R.?

Good old Bobby.

Still everybody's all-American.

Even all-Americans graduate. See?

Hi.

- Hi, Mom. - Mommy.

Hey, guys. How was your day, huh? - Hey.

Wait in the car. I wanna talk to your dad.

- Okay. - Bye, Dad.

Bye, Dad, see you next week.

You didn't have to come here. I was gonna drop them off.

I know, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.

Annie, I know what you're gonna say.

Bobby, you're two months behind in alimony and the support for the kids.

What do you want me to do?

Annie, I know!

Things have been rough lately.

Can't pick any winners?

Look, I don't wanna fight.

I know you care about the kids, but they cost a lot of money and I need help.

I'll get the money. I'll get it.

Soon, Bobby.

Look, I'm sorry your life is such a mess.

But in a couple of days, you're gonna be hearing from my lawyer.

And don't even think about seeing the kids until you square things.

- Bye, Dad. - Bye, Dad.

Bye, Dad. See you next week.

Now, I know this one's not happening.

That's not Bobby. At least not the Bobby I know.

It isn't, but you've forgotten what Bobby was like before he met Pam.

Even your daddy called him the company pimp.

Gary lost Ewing Oil. Bobby never went into the oil business.

After Miss Ellie died, he started drifting.

He's just a small-time hustler.

Still trying to get by on his looks and charm, but he's losing that.

Don't do this to him.

Well, isn't it Odd?

Everybody always thought of you as the bad guy.

But it was standing up to you and fighting you...

that made Bobby what he became.

- Shall we join him? - No. I don't wanna see any more.

- Heh. - It hurts too much.

So much of Bobby we haven't seen yet.

Not now.

You know what?

Everything you've been showing me is just baloney.

Heh. You really think I improved anybody's life just by being there?

What do you think?

Well, I don't think it matters.

Because in the end, everybody turned against me anyhow.

I thought you were off that feeling-sorry-for-yourself kick.

- I'm just saying what is. - No.

I'll tell you what is.

You didn't improve everyone's life. Not by a long shot.

Including the little lady who ended up in the Southfork pool.

Poor Kristin.

I'm sure she wishes she never met you.

That little bitch tried to kill me. She deserved what she got.

The night she came, she was so high, she thought she could fly.

That's how she ended up in the pool.

So we have to assume she was much better off without you.

Well, I don't give a damn.

Not even curious?

Why don't we go see?

Do I have a choice?

Now you're getting the idea.

We go where I want, when I want, till you've seen it all.

Looks good, doesn't she?

It's hard to believe she and Sue Ellen were sisters.

Are sisters. But not very close. Kristin's doing quite well on her own.

- Yeah? Doing what? - You'll see.

Although you might say she's risen to the top of her profession.

- Mr. Smith? - Yes?

I'm Lucy-Anne. You were expecting me?

Yes, yes. Come in, please.

She's a call girl.

She might be the hotel stenographer. Don't be so judgmental.

Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect you to be so, uh...

- Well-dressed? - Ha, ha. Right.

This is a very exclusive hotel. I like to look the part.

Well, that you do.

- A drink? Some champagne? - Champagne would be lovely.

- Ha, ha. - If you'll join me.

Oh-ho.

- You gonna be in town long? - Couple of days.

And then back home to the wife and children?

No, no, I'm a widower.

Oh. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.

No, no, that's all right.

I suppose you just see mostly married men?

Mostly, but that comes with the territory, I guess.

Do you mind if I take off my coat?

Do I mind?

Let me help you.

- Do you like? - I like. Very much.

How about some music?

Yes.

Well, she sure figured out where her talent is.

Of course, that's what I always told her.

You know what I've found...

is you can hear that music much better in the bedroom.

Well, now, I just bet you can.

But before we go in there, isn't there a little something we need to discuss?

Oh. Uh...

How much?

What would you like to offer?

Would 500 be enough?

- For the afternoon. - And tonight.

Everything's negotiable.

You're under arrest, Mr. Smith...

Or should I say "judge."... for soliciting.

What the hell is this?

She's a cop. I don't believe it.

I'm Officer Sheppard with the L.A.P.D., and you offered me money for sexual favors.

- Oh, no, no, this is entrapment. - No, sir, I taped the entire thing.

You made the offer.

You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent...

- You can't. You're gonna ruin me. - You should've thought of that before.

All right, now, wait. Just wait.

Now, we can work something out here.

Like a major contribution to the policeman's fund.

Don't add bribery to your charges. - No, it isn't bribery.

Here, here.

Please, take this. Take it.

I don't know.

It wouldn't be right.

Yeah, but is it right to ruin a whole career for one little indiscretion?

Can't we forget that this thing ever happened?

- A couple of conditions. - Anything. You name it.

- Never do this again. - No, I won't. I won't.

And get out of LA. And back to Washington today.

0 will, 0 premise.

You seem like a nice man...

so I'm not going to arrest you.

But the best thing you could do would be to never mention this to anyone.

You have my word.

I'm gonna start packing as soon as you leave.

Good.

She may be a cop...

but their pension fund will never see a penny of that money, ha, ha.

Oh, ye of little faith.

- That was fast. - All the same.

The minute they see that phony badge, they fall apart.

And he was loaded, believe me.

She's a can artist.

Well, she's good. I'll give her that.

Funny, you like her better as a can artist than a cop.

What a gimmick, huh?

With that body and that brain, she is at the top of her profession.

What's next?

Well, I'm kind of hungry. Let's go eat somewhere.

You can't eat. You're not even here.

- Oh. Look where we are. - Where?

That building over there. That's where your brother Gary's office is.

You'll never guess what's gonna happen.

That's Valene.

You told me they never met.

And they haven't.

Not till this minute.

Um... Mrs. Wallace. Gary Ewing.

How do you do?

It's very nice to meet you.

May I offer you anything? Some coffee?

No, nothing. Thank you.

Why don't you have a seat?

Uh... Please.

So how may I help you?

Has to do with my late husband's estate.

- You are able to handle estate law? - Of course. Why do you ask?

Well, you were recommended to me by a friend whose divorce you handled.

So I wasn't sure. Esther McKenzie? You remember her?

McKenzie. Yes, of course.

I'm glad she was pleased.

Yes, she spoke very highly of you.

Anyway, my husband's been gone now for almost four years...

and I've basically been tied up in litigation ever since.

Four years? That's unconscionable. Why?

He was a very wealthy man.

You might have heard of him. Alton Wallace.

Ah. Wallace Industries. Yes, I remember.

So why all the problems?

Since his death, relatives that no one has ever heard of...

have been popping out of the woodwork.

All of whom seem to have a good reason to challenge the will.

He left the estate to you, I take it? - Yeah, a portion.

The balance was left to foundations and charities.

Of course, by the time all this is settled...

the only real winners are gonna be the attorneys.

I'm sorry.

I'm not sure that sounded the way that I meant it.

No, I understand your point.

Know what they call a hundred lawyers in front of a firing squad?

- No, what? - A start.

Then you do understand.

Mm-hm.

The question is, can you help me?

Well, I'd like to try.

I'll need a copy of the will and the information on the proceedings so far.

Oh, I'll have that delivered tomorrow.

You still use the name Wallace.

I take it you never remarried. - No.

I think you're lucky to find the right partner once.

Never mind twice.

Mm. Still, you never know.

No, you never do.

Esther told me that you've never been married.

Well, I haven't been lucky the first time.

As you say, you never know.

Hmm.

Um...

There's going to be an awful lot of paperwork...

to plow through once it gets here. Um...

Perhaps if you had some time now, we could go into it in greater detail.

Fine. I have nothing pressing.

You do understand that if we sit here in my office and talk...

I'm going to have to bill you. - And out of the office?

I'm on my own.

Perhaps a drink somewhere?

I don't drink, never have, but, urn, dinner.

Now there's a chance to get some talking done.

But not French.

I hate French.

Well, I was just thinking how good Italian sounded.

It does, doesn't it?

Shall we?

I think perhaps we shall.

He's not gonna end up with that Southern trash.

She's not the same hash-house waitress you remember.

She couldn't have changed that much.

You are a hard man.

- Don't tell me he's gonna marry her again. - I'm not gonna tell you anything...

except things work out the way they were meant to.

As you shall soon see.

It's disgusting.

That's absolutely disgusting.

Why should that damned Gary be so happy?

You know what? I think you're a hypnotist.

And I don't believe any of this. I mean, Sue Ellen on television...

and Gary a big-time lawyer. Good Lord.

You don't want any more? All right. That's fine with me.

You think you're a great companion? You're not.

All you do is bitch and complain. I'll tell you what.

Why don't we go back to where I found you? Huh?

Why don't you just go and pick up the gun and the bottle...

and get it over with? And I'll be out of here.

- I didn't think you did tricks. - I don't.

- Oh, what about that walk across the pool? - What pool?

You see what you do? You get me so upset, I don't realize what I'm doing.

All right? Forget it.

Never mind seeing Bobby again. You probably don't care anyway.

I saw him. I didn't like it.

I don't like anything about this.

Nobody said you had to like it. But it's the way it is. Or would be.

What's the difference? If you're not interested in him...

.just pick up the gun and get it over with.

Yeah, what kind of an angel are you, anyhow?

You're supposed to be convincing me not to kill myself.

So I'm not a hypnotist.

I don't know what you are and I don't care.

But you do.

That's your real problem. No matter how you try to deny it...

care.

Especially about Bobby.

You don't want anything bad to happen to him.

That's why you won't go.

That's right.

Oh, Lord, now don't tell me he's in more trouble.

Judy, I'm home. Where are you?

Go on, get out of here. Hurry up, get out.

Call me tomorrow.

I told you I didn't want this. Now, what the hell happened to him?

Hmm, life.

It's just a man in over his head.

Every once in a while, there's a flash of the Bobby you knew, but not much.

I can't take any more of this. Let's go back.

Not yet. Don't you wanna meet the new Mrs. Ewing?

Hello?

No.

I told you, I don't know when he's gonna be home, so stop calling.

He doesn't live here anymore.

Where have you been?

Everybody you owe 10 cents to has been looking for you.

I am sick and tired of making excuses for you.

Are you through?

No, I am not through. I know where you've been.

You've been out trying to find some bookie that would take your action.

What I've been doing is trying to find a way to get us out of this hole.

Well, you better do something because I am sick and tired of living like this.

Do you think I gave up my job as a showgirl to end up in a dump like this?

That was a real life.

And what about all the promises you made me?

The only promise I made was to say I'd marry you...

because you said you were pregnant, which, like everything else, was a lie.

I thought I was.

Do you think that I would give up a glamorous job like that otherwise?

Glamorous?

You walk around without your clothes on. With feathers in your hair.

Do you think that anybody could do that?

There are thousands of girls who wanted my job.

I guess it's hard to find people with your talent.

You've got it. And furthermore, if-

I am gonna go change my clothes. I have an important meeting.

Where? The unemployment line?

Well, that's very good. You know, I never appreciated your sense of humor.

Well, appreciate this.

I got a call today for a job in Japan. They love big, topless showgirls there.

Well, a little ray of sunshine. Some good news for a change.

They pay big money there, and I'm thinking of taking it.

Talk about it when I get back.

Talk? I'll show you talk. You're gonna regret this.

I can't believe he fell for that pregnancy line. I just...

He's not the first one, is he?

Well, it wasn't the same with Cally and me.

Anyway, pregnant or no, how could he marry somebody like that?

Makes his first wife look like Mother Teresa.

This Bobby is a lot more interested...

in what's on the outside of a woman than the inside.

Huh.

I must admit, she does come well packaged.

Heh. But the voice. The voice.

Yeah. I found her a little screechy myself.

Still, she is Mrs. Ewing.

Well, where are we going now?

Why, to see another old friend of yours.

Now, wait a minute.

How could I have possibly made any difference in McKay's life?

Isn't it funny how things work?

Do you remember your old friend Jeremy Wendell? From Westar?

- So? - Well, without you to worry about...

he kept a close eye on his organization...

and realized that McKay was a threat to him.

So he fired him years ago.

Yeah, well, what does that have to do with McKay being in Las Vegas?

McKay and Johnny Dancer were friends way back.

So he went to work for him.

Now he runs this little organization for Johnny and his group.

Yes?

SECRETARY: Mr. Ewing's here.

Send him in.

Hey, Mac.

Bobby, Bobby, you've been a very bad boy.

It's just a little losing streak, Mac. It's not serious.

It's not so little.

You've run up quite a tab at my tables and book.

You've had my markers before. I've always paid off.

You've never been in this deep before.

Yeah. It's just temporary.

Might be nice for your sake if you won the lottery or something.

Oh. Never play that. Terrible odds.

Still full of fire, aren't you?

Well, I'm gonna throw a little water on you.

You're into me for 50 big ones.

Because I'm such a nice guy...

I'm gonna give you 48 hours to come up with the money...

or else I'll collect it from your next of kin.

All right, no sweat. I know exactly where I can put my hands on that money.

Right.

But I could use an extra day.

Two days.

Fifty grand.

I'm not even gonna charge you vigorish.

But two days...

.or you're a dead man.

Bobby's in real trouble, isn't he?

And he's not the only one.

Eb, leave those kids alone.

You don't want them hit? Then you keep them quiet.

- Damn little brats. - Eb, please!

Shut your dumb face.

Pick yourself up, get my dinner on the table or I'll really give you what for.

Look at that poor girl.

Of course, since you were never born, you and Bobby never went to Haleyville...

you never met her, she never ran away to Dallas to find you.

Oh, she could have done better than this.

She wanted to.

Her brothers fixed up this little marriage. Three kids, no hope, what a life.

Well, it's just not fair.

Cally doesn't deserve to be stuck here.

Look at the wonderful woman she became with me.

Listen, dummy. There was no you. Why can't you get that straight?

Of course, if you had a second chance, I'm sure you'd be a lot nicer to her.

I can't believe she's gonna end up this way.

She isn't.

Now, you two hurry up and eat.

Don't make a lot of noise. I don't want you waking up your brother.

Ain't you fed them kids yet?

They're just finishing. Hurry up now.

- I don't feel like eating. - It's okay.

Things go okay at work?

Everything all right down at the mill?

The damn foreman chewed my butt out again.

If he don't stop, I'm gonna tell him to take his job and shove it.

He keeps ragging on me.

I tell you, one of these days...

he's gonna wake up dead.

You know...

the doctor comes into Haleyville tomorrow.

I was thinking about maybe take the kids in and have him check them over.

Hell, nothing wrong with them.

But it's been almost a year.

Forget it. I ain't got the money for no doctor.

I'll get it from my brothers.

Ain't you got no sense at all?

I don't want you over there all the time, poor-mouthing.

You know how bad that makes me look?

But a doctor... - Forget it!

Get my dinner.

Kids are almost through. Won't be but a minute.

I said, now.

Eb, you let them eat in peace.

Shut your face. You hush up too.

I'm gonna teach both of y'all a lesson.

Don't you touch my children!

Stop that damned yapping!

Eb, leave them be!

Leave them be?

Yeah, I'll leave them be.

Till I'm finished with you.

You're never gonna touch them again.

I am gonna enjoy this.

Oh, my God.

Now look how much different her life is.

And it's not gonna get any better.

Well, she'll be all right. It was self-defense. He would have killed her.

You're forgetting what part of the country we're in.

Poor little (Sally's gonna spend the rest of her life in prison.

Doesn't anybody have a happy life?

Why, sure.

But you'll never guess who.

Oh, no, not him.

Please.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Hi. GIRL: Morning.

How's it going, Junior?

Excellent, Dad.

You didn't get in until late last night, so I couldn't give you the good news.

He heard from Harvard.

And Stanford.

They both accepted me.

I'm really gonna need your input on this one, Dad.

I know I would be happy whichever one you chose.

But Harvard's closer.

Well, I'm not so sure that should be my main consideration.

Yes, but why would you go to the West Coast anyway?

It's so far from everything that matters.

Yeah, but Stanford is an excellent school.

You're right, it is.

In the long run, the contacts you make at Harvard...

plus getting your law degree from there is going to stand you in best stead.

So you think Harvard, then?

- Family? - Harvard.

Harvard.

Harvard it is.

Congratulations, son.

Thanks, Dad.

Daddy, you are keeping next weekend clear, aren't you?

- No sudden trips or anything? - Next weekend?

Tsk. Daddy, stop it. You know it's my coming out.

I'm sure your father was only teasing, darling.

I would not miss your debut.

And you will never guess who her date is for this weekend's cotillion.

Kevin Costner?

- Better. Henry Astor. - Oh.

Yes, aren't you pleased?

Well, I'm impressed.

Good bloodlines.

Lucky him.

I'm sorry, you're gonna have to excuse me because I have to start my day.

I'm due at the club.

I'll walk with you.

Don't forget we're having the reception this evening...

so you have to be home at 7:00 to change into your evening clothes.

- I'll be here. - Okay.

- Love you. - Love you too.

- I think I'm gonna throw up. - Can you please wait till we get outside?

Why all the bodyguards?

He's in the rackets, huh? The family.

Shh.

He's getting ready to hit.

I had a meeting with the man last night, Edgar.

He's very unhappy about the foot-dragging that's going on.

He does understand I'm doing my best.

He told me to convey to you in no uncertain terms...

that he wanted action and he wasn't getting it.

Did you explain my position?

He doesn't care about your position.

You know him, Edgar.

He can be a very good friend or an implacable enemy.

What do I tell him?

I'll talk to my people. He'll get what he wants.

Good.

I think you have the honors.

Hit away.

How did...? How did he ever get to the point where people were afraid of him?

Owes it all to you.

Without you to hate, he never went into the oil business...

he followed his law career, then politics.

Very successfully, I might add.

Well, what's that got to do with the Mob?

You're the one who's talking about the Mob, not me.

Would you like to see where he works?

Oh, my God.

- Harry, is the man available? - You're having lunch with him.

Good.

I think old Edgar is finally coming around.

Mr. Barnes' office.

Yes, he is. One moment, please.

Mr. Vice President, it's the speaker of the house.

- Mr. Vice President? - Not the same old Cliff Barnes, is it?

You've done it again, darling.

Everybody seems to be having a good time.

It's that new dress, it's perfect.

Oh. Actually, it's from a couple of years ago. I had the neckline re-cut.

- How did your meeting go with the senator? - Edgar? Very well.

The president seemed pleased. I think it took some stress off.

This is sickening. Absolutely...

Dad, there's a phone call. It sounds important.

Thanks, Clifford. It's probably Pam.

She was supposed to come to town this week.

Cliff Barnes.

I'll be right there.

- Cliff, what was that about? What's wrong? - That was the chief of staff.

The president has just had a stroke.

As of now...

I am the acting president of the United States.

It can't be. Cliff Barnes cannot be the president of the United States.

It can't. No. ADAM: Ha, ha.

Odd little twist of fate, isn't it?

I mean, that idiot can't run an oil company, much less a country.

He's gonna bankrupt us in six months.

What if I told you he's gonna be one of the great presidents in history?

I'd call you a damn liar.

Poor Bobby.

Even I'm starting to feel sorry for him.

Mrs. Ewing?

Telephone.

Hello?

Bootsie? How you doing?

BOOTSIE: Bobby, is that you?

Yeah, I wanted to talk to Jason. The maid said he wasn't home.

For a change.

Is he coming back later?

For a while.

You know, I wish you lived closer, Bobby. I'd like to see more of you.

Well, it looks like you're gonna, heh.

I have to talk to Jason, Bootsie. It's a matter of life and death, honest.

Well, you just fly your little tail out here...

and I promise, I'll keep him here till you arrive.

I'm on my way to the airport. - Bye-bye.

Thank you, Bootsie, you're good people.

She wouldn't take my clothes, would she?

Why is he calling that miserable cretin?

You know how badly he needs money. He's gonna try to borrow it from Jason.

Oh, you'll never get a penny out of that idiot.

Now, why didn't he call Gary or that half-breed Ray Krebbs?

They used to be buddies. He'd lend him money.

Well, unfortunately for Bobby...

Jock died before Ray ever found out he was a Ewing.

Now, Ray's life. Whew.

That's really changed.

What do you think? Do I have a future as a cowboy?

I think Krebbs is doing all right for himself.

Never mind him, what about me?

Would you get off that thing and get over here?

Ray's got quite a spread here.

Hey, Mr. Kleever.

You about through, Ray? - Yes, sir.

She had a real good workout, but she's cooling down now.

All right.

You know, I think I'm gonna have fences to mend next week...

- if you're interested. - You bet.

Always glad to make the money.

I'll call you.

Much obliged.

I guess you've figured out by now he doesn't own this place.

Well, what happened to him? He can barely walk.

When Jason took over Southfork, Ray was out of a job.

He tried rodeoing for a while.

Did something to his back the doctors never could fix.

So finding regular work's kind of hard for him, but he keeps trying.

This is depressing me.

Why don't we go over to the neighborhood bar?

I didn't think you drank, being an angel and all.

I just like the way it feels.

Is there any way to get a drink around here?

I've never been able to so far.

Where you been, Ray? You're late.

I'm sorry, I already had a flat.

Didn't have a spare. Took me a while to get it fixed.

Yeah. Well, I've heard that one before.

Now, you best get that broom and get busy sweeping up...

- before the crowd hits. - Sure thing.

God, old Ray's got a tough life.

I kind of feel sorry for him.

I thought you two didn't get along.

Well, that's not quite true.

We used to be pretty close before he found out he was a Ewing, heh.

The way I hear it, you had your falling out over a girl named Garnet McGee.

Remember her? Little country-western singer?

How'd you know about that?

You have the attention span of a rhesus monkey.

I told you, I know everything about you.

That means everything.

And you still wanna save me. - No.

I'm just showing you what you wanted to see.

What it would have been like if you'd never been born.

Old Ray ought to be glad I was.

Is this what his life is really gonna be like?

Actually, it's not as bad as you think.

J.R. Where are we? ADAM: Shh.

Hello? Where is every...? - Surprise!

- Happy birthday. - Happy birthday. Mwah.

Well, how about that? You guys.

- Happy birthday. - What a surprise.

How you doing, feeling all right?

- Have a hard day? - Feeling like a million now.

Are you? Good, come on over here and sit down.

Characters, you. BETH: I think I see something here for you.

- Presents and everything? - Go ahead.

- Give Daddy your presents. - Me first.

Okay. What do we got here, Jock?

It's a real bola. Got it over at Mr. Jensen's hardware.

He worked there every day after school just to get the money for that.

Well, I reckon that's about the best knife anybody ever had.

Thank you, Jock.

I guess I'm next.

It's kind of dumb, but I thought you could use it.

Yours were getting kind of worn out.

That they were.

It'll feel real good to wear new ones.

Those are great, Andy. Come here, boy.

That's really a nice present.

And this is mine.

Well, it's really from all of us.

Ha, ha. Can you get it opened?

What's it say, Dad?

"To Ray Krebbs.

The world's best husband and father.

With love, from your family."

Happy birthday.

I don't know why the good Lord blessed me the way he did...

but I must be about the luckiest guy in this world.

- I love you. JOCK JR.: Happy birthday, Dad.

Happy birthday.

Come on, let's go light all them candles before I start crying or something.

Dad?

- Crying? Come on. - I get the first piece.

- I get the first. JOCK JR.: Dad gets the first piece.

- Funny, isn't it? RAY: Did you make the cake?

The only one of the brothers that's happy is Ray.

Doesn't have much, works his tail off...

but he's got the family you always wanted...

and never had with all your money.

Yeah. I'm happy for him.

It's something I'll never have.

I just wish Bobby could have it too.

Bobby. I almost forgot.

So did you come to Dallas to be with me on my big night?

No. No. Instead, you show up here to borrow money.

Well...

not a penny.

Not a farthing. Not a sou.

You'd gamble it away like everything you ever had.

You...? Do you think that I print my own money?

I bust my butt to make it and I'm not gonna throw it away on someone like you.

- Jason, come on. - Shut your mouth, we're talking money.

You know, Gary once told me...

that he felt there was a mix-up at the hospital.

With you. And Mama brought home the wrong baby.

It's not funny.

I'm a Ewing all the way.

And I'm gonna prove it to you.

By lending me the money?

No. Hell, no.

But you can come to work for me. You're a big hustler.

- You'd make a great real-estate salesman. - You miserable excuse for a man.

Don't give me that. You think I forgot what you did to Southfork?

Not to mention blowing a half a million

dollars of my money on your very first deal.

No. No, no, no. That wasn't my fault.

The whole thing was underfinanced. Heh.

Who knew the bottom was gonna fall out of the market?

Oh, I see.

That was a coincidence, huh?

That was the one and only time that you ever lost any money.

What, you think I cheated you?

Sue me. Go on, sue me.

What do you say I just break you in half?

Don't you threaten me.

You came to me looking for money.

And you probably don't even have enough for a hotel room tonight.

Jason...

Bobby's gonna stay here with us tonight.

Not us. I'm going to Austin.

Gotta buy a couple of new legislators.

So you can stay the night.

But when I get back, I want your butt out of here.

Well, heh...

I'm sorry, Bobby.

It was important to you, wasn't it?

I'll bet you he was the last person you wanted to ask.

When you need the kind of money I do, you can't be picky about who you ask.

I didn't think he'd lend it to me.

But I did force him to turn me down right to my face, didn't I?

Come on, Bobby.

Let's go inside and drink some of that

jerk's expensive wine and have a good dinner.

It'll be nice to have somebody besides old moneybags to talk to.

Bootsie, did anybody ever tell you that you're too good for him?

My mother.

I don't believe it. Why didn't Bobby kick the crap out of him?

He never let anybody talk to him that way, especially a sleazeball like that.

Bobby just doesn't have the spirit he used to.

But the night might hold some surprises.

Come in.

I brought you some pajamas.

Mm, is that kid stacked.

And ready.

Oh, boy, is this gonna be fun.

It'd serve Jason right if Bobby nailed her.

Quite an opportunity to see just how desperate Bobby is.

Mm-hm.

Well, thank you, but, uh, I never wear them.

I suppose you've figured out that I'm not real happy living with Jason.

Well, I don't see how you could be.

Listen, I am the last person that should give anybody advice.

Why don't you leave him?

It's not that easy.

It may not look it, but he's real good to me.

Well, I mean, I can buy whatever I want.

Oh, well, then he's a real sport.

It's just...

We don't have any kind of life together anymore.

I know he's playing around on me.

He's got a girlfriend down in Austin. That's why he went there tonight.

I'd do anything to get back at him.

She wants you, Bobby. Make your move.

It's funny.

When we were first married, he was real nice.

The more successful he was, the worse it got.

He hasn't made love to me in months.

Now. That's the opening.

Well, Bootsie, if you wanna have an affair, why not?

But not with me.

Jason's a snake

but he is my brother.

Oh, for God's sake, Bob, she's prime.

J.R.

She's gonna do it sooner or later. Might as well keep it in the family.

No wonder my boss likes you so much.

Well, maybe there's another way to get back at him.

How much cash do you need?

A fortune.

Fifty thousand dollars.

Do you know what's in my bedroom?

A safe.

Just filled to the brim with cash.

Money he's never reported to the IRS.

-Is there? BOOTSIE: There sure is.

How do you think he gets approval for all that junk housing he builds?

He pays off everybody.

All out of that cash.

So maybe this time, it can do somebody besides Jason some good.

- Why? - Why what?

Why are you doing this for me?

I don't know exactly.

Only I've always thought that you were one of the good guys.

And who knows? Someday if I dump Jason, maybe I'll come and look you up in Vegas.

So do you want it or not?

Yeah, I want it.

Ahem, I'll even write him an IOU.

Oh.

He's gonna know that you did this.

Are you gonna be okay?

He treats me like a piece of furniture.

But I know enough about his dirty deals to keep him in line.

Well, what are we waiting for? - Nothing.

Well, looks like Bobby's troubles are taken care of...

so if the show's over, let's get out of here.

But the fat lady hasn't sung yet.

Let's stick around for the last act.

How come we didn't hang around Jason's last night to see how it ended?

I mean, Bobby could have gotten lucky.

You don't have to see everything.

- So did he get the money? - Of course.

How much?

Fifty thousand dollars, just what he needed.

A safe full of money and he didn't take extra cash for himself?

I tell you...

Bobby's still Bobby, all right.

You didn't understand him before and you don't now.

What is she doing here?

Sit down.

Thanks for meeting me.

I don't have time. I've gotta get back to work.

Yeah, right.

Well, it's good that one of us is responsible and has a job.

Yeah.

Give me your purse.

- What? - Give me your purse.

I've got some money for you.

I got lucky.

What do you mean you got lucky?

Well, I didn't rob a bank, if that's what you're thinking.

I ran into a guy who owes me.

There's 25 G's in there.

Bobby, where did you get this money?

You know, I may have to be out of town for a little while.

So I wanted to make sure that you and the kids were taken care of.

You're scaring me, Bobby. Why would you have to be out of town?

Are you all right?

You better be careful, lady.

You're starting to talk like somebody that cares about me.

You know I do.

I loved you.

I just couldn't be married to you the way you were.

Well, you won't find many people who would fault you for that.

Oh, Annie.

The one good thing I did...

was have you as the mother of my children.

Come on.

You should go.

Look...

why don't you come over tonight and see the kids?

They'd love it.

I'd like to.

But, you know, the thing is, I don't know where I'm gonna be tonight.

Well, then if it's late, I'll wait up.

I wanna know you're all right, Bobby.

Oh, I'm gonna be fine.

Honest, I am.

Look, I'll tell you what.

Maybe I can make it.

Okay? I'll try. I'm not saying that I'll be there.

- But I'll try, okay? - No, it's not okay.

I wanna know how deep you're in, Bobby.

You better get on to work. Go on.

Don't let this bag out of your sight.

Please, Annie, go.

What is he doing?

He just gave her half the money he owes McKay.

Maybe he cares more about her and the kids than he does about himself.

Well, he's gonna skip town, right?

I mean, if he only shows up with half of that money, McKay will have him killed.

Bobby's a gambler.

Maybe he's trying to get things in order before he sees McKay.

He's going to see him?

Oh, tell me that nothing bad is gonna happen to Bobby.

You're really worried, aren't you?

You're damn right I am.

Bobby's my brother, and I love him.

Whoa.

Don't get mushy on me now.

This is not the J.R. I came to talk to.

Just tell me Bobby's gonna be all right.

Let's go see.

No. Uh-uh.

Hello, Mac.

McKAY: I'm surprised, Bobby. I thought you'd be running for your life.

Who, me? Oh, no, Mac.

I wanted to see the look on your face when I paid you off.

The age of miracles.

Don't bother counting it. There's 25 grand there.

This isn't half down in easy payments.

I know. Mac, I took your advice.

I won the lottery. There's another 15 G's in here.

How about you and I go in double or nothing. What do you say?

He's gonna get killed. There's nothing in there.

I don't gamble.

I make my money from losers like you who do.

Now, just fork over the other 25 and get out of here.

You know, Mac, I'm surprised at you.

Now, I've heard that you have rocks the size of the Queen Mary.

Are you afraid to go head to head with me?

Don't press your luck. Just hand over the rest of the money.

You got it.

I was gonna add a little incentive.

You win, I'm out of Vegas for good and you're ahead 50 G's.

It'd almost be worth it never to see you again.

One card.

Hundred grand or nothing.

Or maybe the word should get out that I faced you down.

I think maybe that you're a dead man.

Ha, ha. Mac, you're too nice a man to kill me.

Such a nice man, know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna show you this card. First.

And then you can decide.

Run, Bobby. Get the hell out of here.

Well...

there's only 12 cards in that whole deck lower than that.

That's 3-in-1 odds in your favor, Mac.

That's pretty good.

Help him. I know you can.

I can't interfere.

You help him, I'll do anything you want.

McKAY: Bobby!

Do yourself a favor and stay out of my casinos.

Maybe a nice long trip might be good for your health.

Me leave town when I'm on a roll?

No way, Mac.

Well, I guess I owe you one.

Bobby's back on his feet now. He's gonna be all right.

I told you he's a gambler.

By tonight, he'll have lost it all.

That's the way his life is. He can't help what he does.

Bobby doesn't have a life.

So?

See what a difference you made.

You don't think I believe all this, do you?

Cliff Barnes, the president of the United States.

Sue Ellen making it on her own and all that stuff about Bobby and Cally.

Things can't have changed that much, with or without me.

Besides, what's the difference? I still don't have anybody.

I'm the same as the first time I met you.

Then why don't you go ahead and kill yourself?

And send you back to heaven a failure?

You'll never become an angel. Ha, ha.

An angel?

What makes you think I'm from heaven?

Oh, my God. What a nightmare.

I've still got nobody.

Nobody cares.

You thought it was a dream?

Go on.

Do it.

Nobody loves you.

They all ran off on you.

Why take any more?

Go on.

Pull that trigger.

Get it over with.

It'll be, oh, so much better.

Think how sorry they'll all be.

That's right.

Just one shot.

That's all it'll take.

Do it!

Oh, my God.