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And he does not wanna
see you or anybody.

He doesn't want any visitors.

I don't care what this report says. I
know Veronica Robinson was murdered.

As far as the Dallas Police Department
is concerned, it's now a closed case.

- Perhaps we're able to help each other.
- And how much is it going to cost me?

Ten thousand dollars, American.

- Losers tend to flock together.
- Mm-hm. Like the little lady you're with.

You can have my leftovers.

Mark.

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Oh, it's taking a
hell of a long time.

It's just so hard to
believe she's dead.

- Mr. Ewing?
- Yes.

- Miss Wade?
- Yes.

I'm Investigator Howard, I'm
handling the Veronica Robinson case.

Do you know how she was killed?

Wait a minute, Mr. Ewing. We
don't know that she was killed.

There were no external
marks, no wounds.

As near as we can tell right
now, she died from natural causes.

- Heart attack, stroke.
- You can't be serious?

I am till I find out different.

And when will that be?

They're performing the autopsy
right now. Could be a few hours.

You're talking about a woman
who was afraid for her life.

You have any proof of that?

No. She called me and said she
would fly in and testify at Jenna's trial.

She said she knew Jenna did not
kill Marchetta, and she was terrified.

Look, she asked me for
around-the-clock protection.

Isn't it stretching coincidence a
little to say she died of natural causes?

Maybe.

Did you know that Miss
Robinson was a user?

- What do you mean?
- Cocaine, heroin, who knows what else?

- How do you know that?
- She was carrying.

There was quite a bit of it in her purse
along with syringe and other paraphernalia.

She was a use! all right.

- How'd she get that stuff through customs?
- She may not have.

She could have gotten it in LA.
She had a layover between planes.

Maybe.

Her sister said Naldo had he! turned on
to drugs, ties in to what happened to him.

Mr. Ewing...

I'm sure you're very concerned about
Miss Wade or Mrs. Marchetta, I guess.

But you're just giving me
a lot of theory and hearsay.

You know I need more than that.

Look, what I'm saying is Veronica
Robinson did not die of natural causes.

Somebody killed her. I'd
like something done about it.

Oh, let's see what the
autopsy report turns up.

Maybe it'll give us
something more to go on.

That's the best I can do
for right now. I'm sorry.

I'll contact you as
soon as I get the report.

Fine. I'll be at
Southfork Ranch.

Appreciate hearing
when you know something.

You will.

It's all over now, isn't it?

Come on, you
can't think that way.

Well, what else can I think?

Veronica was my last hope.

I'll tell you one thing, Jason
Ewing was quite a traveler.

Yeah. Well, that's why
they called him Tumbleweed.

All right. Starting in 1932, when
he left Texas for the first time.

Thirty-two?

That was when he and
Daddy had their big blow-up.

Well, he was a little
hard to trace back then.

We know he was in and out of Texas
for the next five or six years or so.

- In 1937, he started his own oil company.
- Oh, I didn't know about that.

That's probably because
it didn't last very long.

He went broke and skipped
out of Dallas owing money...

some of which your
father made good on.

If Jason owned one-third of Ewing
Oil, why did he start his own company?

How come he was broke?

I don't know
anything about that.

I do know that he
went to Latin America.

Worked on several oil
drilling operations down there.

He came back to Dallas in
1939, enlisted in the Navy in 1941.

After boot camp. He
served in the Pacific.

Got a couple of decorations.

In 1944, he was thrown in the brig
for alleged black market activities.

Sounds like a real winner.

Anyway, he was
discharged in 1945.

We lost track of him till 1950.

Then he showed up in Oklahoma City
married to a woman named Nancy Shaw.

She had some money which he used to set
up another company, which also went broke.

Uh. He kept moving
around after that.

He had a son, Jack. Who
was born in 1951 in Montana.

Then, later a daughter, Jamie.

His wife died in 1962,
when the kids were still small.

That's when he started
hitting the bottle in earnest.

He had a series of jobs in the
States. None of them lasted very long.

Went down to
Latin America again.

He was tough to
trace down there.

We do know that his last job
was for Pemex in Mexico, 1973.

Then he moved up to Alaska in
'76, and he stayed there until he died.

Talk about your black sheep. No
wonder Daddy didn't mention him much.

What about the son, Jack? Did
you ever find out anything about him?

About five years ago, he
and Jason had a falling-out.

He left. Nobody
knows where he went.

We haven't had any
success in trying to locate him.

He might have changed
his name, hard to say.

Anyway, Jamie
stayed with Jason till the

end, which was just
the middle of last year.

You know, there's something
about all this that really bothers me.

Yes?

As much trouble as
Jason was having...

he must have known that
Ewing Oil was worth millions.

If he really had that paper, why didn't he
show to collect his third of the company?

According to Jamie, he was noble, he didn't
want to take anything from the Ewings.

Especially money.

What about Digger Barnes?

He had a copy.

All that mouthing off he and Cliff did
about Jock stealing everything from him.

How come he never showed
up to collect his share?

And why didn't Daddy have
a copy of that document?

I mean, hell, if he gave
them two-thirds of Ewing Oil...

he wouldn't lose
a paper like that.

And how come Jock never told anyone
about any of this, not even Miss Ellie?

There's a lot of unanswered
questions here, Pete.

And I want you to keep digging till
you come up with some answers.

Yes, sir. Well, almost my
entire staff is working on it.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

As illogical as all
this sounds to us...

we're gonna have to come up
with something more concrete...

or I'm gonna have to give two-thirds
of Ewing Oil to a bunch of outsiders.

- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.

I swear, I will
never complain...

about the traffic on the
Central Expressway again.

It is crowded, isn't it?

Oh, but it's so exciting.

I wonder if we dare eat
anything from these stands.

I'm not very hungry. I hate
this waiting to see Mark.

I know, I guess I've been trying to
keep your mind off all that by my talking.

I know. I tried, but I just
can't stop thinking about it.

I don't know what
I'm going to do.

About what?

Swanson, or the
man they say is Mark.

After I see him, I'm going to
have to make some big decisions.

You mean, if he isn't Mark.

Well, either way.

If it is Mark, he's gonna
need me here with him.

And I'm gonna give him
as much as I can for as long.

Whether he likes it or not?

What do you mean by that?

I don't mean to be cruel and I know
you're doing this for the right reasons...

but, Pam, what if Mark is bad?

Maybe he wants you to remember the
way he was rather than the way he is.

Well, maybe. But why
should he face this alone?

It may be a problem
at first, but I know in

his heart he would
want me to be with him.

And what if it isn't Mark?

Then, I'll have to finally accept
that Mark died in that plane crash.

- Can you do that?
- I'll have to.

I'll have to pull myself together
and build a new life without Mark.

And without Bobby.

But I still have
Christopher and Cliff...

and I have some
wonderful friends.

What worries me is that this might
be another one of J.R.'s manipulations.

I don't think so. After all these
years, I can read him pretty well.

He was so surprised when he found out
you were coming to Hong Kong to find Mark.

I don't think he had
anything to do with it.

Then maybe it is Mark.

Pam, if that's what you really
want, then I hope it's him.

I fail to understand why it's
taking so long to get a court date.

- Thank you, Jackie.
- Anything else, Cliff?

Mm-mm. That's
it. Leave us alone.

Cliff, you're a lawyer. You know
how crowded the dockets are.

As soon as there's an opening,
we'll get on the calendar.

That's not good enough.

If we wait much longer,
there's not gonna be Ewing Oil...

left to make your
fee worthwhile.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about J.R.

The longer he has to play around out there,
the more Ewing assets he'll get rid of...

and especially if he knows
he's gonna lose to me.

Don't you think you're
worrying unnecessarily?

The court will stop him from
doing anything illegal, you know that.

I know J.R., and I know
that he would do anything...

to keep Jamie and me from
taking control of his company.

What do you expect me to do?

I expect you to stop
sitting, sipping coffee,

go put pressure on
the judicial system.

Get us a trial date.

I don't think it will help.

I don't care what you
think. Try, can't hurt.

- Good day, Miss Ewing.
- Keep in touch.

Cliff, don't you think you're hard on him?
I mean, he can't control the court date.

Look, the more pressure we
keep on, the sooner we get to court.

And I am worried about what
J.R. is doing while we're waiting.

But it's Bobby's company too.

He'll make sure that J.R.
doesn't pull anything funny.

No, no.

Firstly, Bobby cares about the
company just as much as J.R.

Secondly, I'm not so sure that J.R.
would tell Bobby what he was doing anyway.

Oh, I have something for you.

- What's this?
- That's a check for a thousand dollars.

You are now on the
payroll of Barnes-Wentworth.

You are our resident
cold weather drilling expert.

Cliff, I told you, I
can't take your money.

Sure you can.

We need each other.
You have to make a living.

That's a legitimate
business expense.

I don't think that it's right.

Have you ever been involved
in cold weather drilling?

- Yes.
- Do you know much about it?

Sure, we did a
lot of it in Alaska.

Then you're exactly what I need.

Besides, before long, we're gonna
be so busy with our court date...

that you won't be able
to work anywhere else.

And I like having you around.

- You do?
- You bet.

It gives me bragging
rights with the cartel.

Bragging rights, how's that?

I can say I have the world's prettiest
cold weather drilling expert on my payroll.

Well, I don't know
about that, but...

- Okay, I'm on the payroll.
- Good.

Let's go celebrate. Let's
go get something to eat.

Great, I'd like that.

It's really beautiful
here at night, isn't it?

It sure is. Too bad it's
wasted on the two of us.

Wait a minute.
Aren't I a fun date?

A millions laughs.
You're just not my type.

- Mrs. Ewing.
- Oh, Mr. Chan.

- Please, sit down, join us.
- Thank you.

- Okay.
- Sorry I'm so late.

Well, did you talk to Mark?

I was talking to the man who
calls himself Mr. Swanson.

- That's the reason why I was delayed.
- When will he see me? Tonight, tomorrow?

Mr. Swanson has told me that he
does not wanna see you or anybody.

He doesn't want any visitors.

Well, there must be some
mistake. Did you tell him it was me?

- Of course.
- Mr. Chan, how sick is Mark?

Mr. Swanson? Is that
why he won't see Pamela?

He didn't tell me his reasons.
He's now in remission.

His condition has not
worsened since he came to us.

That's what it is. He knows
he's going to get better.

And he doesn't wanna see me until then.
- Mrs. Ewing.

There is no guarantee
that this man,

whoever he is, is ever
gonna get any better.

I've already explained everything to
him. He still insists he will not see you.

But there has to
be an exception.

I regret, Mrs. Ewing. That you've
come a long way for no results.

I'm truly sorry for you...

but I think you should go
back to the United States.

I will honor
Mr. Swanson's wishes.

You cannot see him. I'm sorry.

Sue Ellen, I can't believe it. I
can't believe that this is the end.

I'm so sorry, Pam.

I truly am.

Mr. Ewing, Officer
Howard is here to see you.

Thank you, Teresa.
You made real good time.

Uh. This is my mother, Ellie
Fallow, her husband, Clayton.

Investigator Howard.

As you could see, there was a combination
of several illegal substances in her blood.

In addition to which we found a
syringe with some traces of heroin.

Her fingerprints were on it.

She just plain overdosed.

I'm sorry. I know that's
not what you had hoped for.

Look, I don't care what this report says. I
know Veronica Robinson was murdered.

As far as the Dallas Police
Department is concerned...

she died from an
overdose of heroin.

It's now a closed case.

Just a minute.

Who is it?

R's me, JR.

What do you want?

I just wanna talk.

I don't think we have
anything left to talk about.

Oh, I think we do.

A peace offering.

Did you have something
boiling over on the stove?

I guess you may as
well come in for a minute.

Do you know why I brought
you that single rose tonight?

Well, it's a symbol of a new me.

I know when we first met, I
came on too fast, too strong.

I guess I tried to dazzle you with
my money and my possessions.

I suppose I tried to impress
you right into my bed.

You were a little overpowering.

Yes, and I was too sure of myself.
But I've found in the past that...

Well, power and money are a
mighty aphrodisiac for a lot of women.

But you're special.
Very special, Mandy.

And there's another side to me.
Well, a side I'd really like you to see.

Why? Why me? You're married.

That may not mean much to you...

but wouldn't you be better off with
someone who just wanted fun and games?

Most likely. I was always
like that in the past.

But I'm going through a
very critical point in my life...

and I'm engaged in
a battle I might lose.

Now, I've lost before, but never on
this scale and never to Cliff Barnes.

Your fight for Ewing Oil
has nothing to do with me...

and I really don't
wanna get involved.

You're right. You're right.

But I find that when I should be
concentrating on ways to stop Barnes...

I'm thinking about you.

But what I'm saying is I'd like to see
you, be with you, spend some time with you.

J.R., please.

Not as lovers, no. I
wanna start all over again.

Get to know each other.

And I promise I won't push and I
won't try to overwhelm you again.

Could you really accept
conditions like that?

I'll try.

All right.

I'll see you, but not tonight.

- Call me.
- I'll call you.

I wonder if I wouldn't be a lot better
off it I'd never met you, Mandy Winger.

- Hello, Scotty.
- Bobby.

Did you have any luck
at the police station?

Well, I got to see
her airline ticket.

She took Trans Global
Flight 17 from Tokyo to LA...

connected with
Flight 211 to Dallas.

All right, what we need is a passenger
list from the Trans Global flight.

I talked to a friend, he's gonna get me
a passenger list from the flight to Dallas.

And then we put
the two together...

See if there were any other
people that were on both flights.

If there were, that's a good
place to start asking questions.

In any event, we
have to talk to as many

people as possible
that were on the flights.

Somebody has to know
something that can help Jenna.

Will do. President of Trans
Global is an old friend of mine.

All right. Maybe something's
starting to go our way.

I certainly would like that.

Oh, by the way. I stopped
at the courts this morning.

Requested a postponement
of Jenna's trial date.

I told them Veronica's death put
a severe dent into our defense.

Well, it sure did that. Any
chance of them going along with it?

Well, nothing sure,
but I don't see why not.

Quite a view, isn't it?

Oh, it's beautiful.

It's almost a shame
that we have to leave.

Pam, I'm really sorry about
how it turned out for you.

But maybe we should
make our return reservations.

Oh, I don't think
so. Not just yet.

Are you serious?

Yes, I am.

In fact, I think it's time
that I went on the offensive.

Waiter, may I have
a phone, please?

Thank you.

Hello, may I speak with
Mr. Chan? This is Pamela Ewing.

Good morning, Mr. Chan.

No, I'm not calling
to say goodbye.

I'm calling to say that I
won't be leaving Hong Kong...

until I see Mark Graison.

Because I'm convinced that
Mr. Swanson is Mark Graison.

You see, I'm very rich
and very determined.

And it I have to, I'll buy that damned
clinic and walk in as the owner.

Oh, but I would do that.

So, Mr. Chan, you can tell your
Mr. Swanson that he can see me now...

or he can see me later,
but he is going to see me.

Goodbye, Mr. Chan.

Well, I am very impressed.

Remind me never
to cross you again.

Well, what good is the Ewing name and all
that power it I don't occasionally use it?

I'll remember that.

I'm starving. Let
me buy you lunch.

I'm afraid to say no.

Come on.

Miss Lucy, Mr. Cronin is here.

Thank you, Teresa.

What do you want?

Well, I just wanted to let you know that I
got your final check from Mr. Smithfield.

It paid off all the crew and
equipment. I really appreciate that.

Fine.

I guess we don't have anything
else to talk about, so goodbye.

Lucy...

Look, I know how
you feel about me.

And I really am very sorry.

I'll bet you are. You lost the
goose that laid the golden egg.

No, it's not just that.

Lucy, I realize how
much I hurt you.

And I want you to know
that I never meant to.

You mean you never
meant to get caught.

Maybe.

I was just so involved
with myself, I...

I never really cared
about your feelings.

Or Betty's feelings.

Just myself.

And I wanted it all. I
wanted you, I wanted Betty.

I wanted the construction
company, everything.

And now it's all gone.

It's nobody's fault but
my own. I know that now.

I just want you to know
that I really did care for you.

I still do.

It wasn't just the money.

And I wish...

I hadn't done what I did, but I
am who I am, and that ain't much.

Um...

I wish that you and I
could start over again,

but I know that ain't
gonna happen, so...

Just hope someday
maybe you can forgive me.

I really am very sorry.

Come in, Conrad.

- Can I fix you a drink?
- No, thank you.

I have a plane to catch
for Switzerland tonight.

Uh-huh.

Well, as you said, considering
the size of the field...

and the estimated
size of the oil reserve...

I found your offshore wells
a good buy at 40 million.

I have the contracts
have for you to sign.

Good.

Now, Ewing Oil having sold them to your
company, Pemoaks, for 15 million apiece...

and my backers buying them
from Pemoaks for 40 million apiece...

leaves you a nice little
profit of $25 million per well.

Minus my usual fee, of course.

Of course.

And you will deposit that
money in my Swiss bank account.

Here's the number.

How will you explain to your brother
the selling of these wells so cheaply?

That's what we've been
carrying them at on our books.

He'll never know about it.

01 about your
account in Switzerland?

Oh, he knows about that.

What he doesn't know is that you're
gonna put $120 million in it for me.

Yeah, just a sec.

- Who is it? CLIFF:
Cliff. Let me in.

- Cliff. Has something happened?
- Like what?

Our suit against the Ewings.
Something happened?

No, I just came over to
invite you out for dinner.

Didn't you think about calling
and asking before you came?

I did call. I called,
your line was busy.

So I called the operator...

and she said that the
phone was off the hook...

so I thought I better
check to see how you were.

I'm fine. It's just that I take the
phone 0� the hook while in the shower.

That way, most people call back.

Okay, well, get some clothes
on and let's go get a bite to eat.

Cliff, I'm practically
ready for bed.

Where do you sleep
anyway? On the table?

No, the couch pulls out.

Why are you so interested in
my personal life all of a sudden?

Oh, it's not sudden.

We've just been spending
a lot of time together.

I've enjoyed it.

I'm alone, you're alone,
so why not be together?

Who knows, we might
get to like each other.

We're gonna be partners.
Why not be close partners?

Okay, I'll go change.

Yeah, 01 I could
order something in.

Uh, that's okay. I think
out would be better.

Well, whatever.

You know, when I was younger,
I used to live in a dump like this.

It's okay for me right now.

Great, you're in luck.

That's what I like. A lady
who knows the value of a buck.

Cream? Sugar?

Oh, that will be fine, thank you.
When do you figure Bobby will be here?

Oh, any minute, I'm sure.

Oh, while we're
waiting, would you mind

making a copy of this
passenger list for me?

- Oh, of course, just one copy?
- That will be fine.

Well, okay.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Mr. Demarest is in your office.

- Thank you, Phyllis.
- Oh, Bobby.

Hello, Scotty.

Gee, you don't look so good.

Well, I'm worried about Jenna.
She's so depressed lately.

She's starting to think that
maybe she actually did shoot Naldo.

I sure wouldn't like to go
to trial with her thinking that.

No, neither would I.

Here you are.

- Why, thank you, Phyllis.
- You're welcome.

You have the passenger
list for the Dallas-LA. flight?

Now, this is the
overseas list here.

- We start checking names.
- All right.

- Uh. Abbott, B.?
- Uh. No.

- Anderson, G.?
- Nope.

- Avildson, H.?
- No.

Martin...

Excuse me, Bobby.

A messenger just delivered
this. It's from the airport.

That's probably the seat assignment
list from the L.A.-to-Dallas flight.

It says here a guy named George
Parrish had the seat next to Veronica.

Bingo.

Mr. Parrish was also
on the flight from Tokyo.

Let's see if we can track this man
down. I'd sure like to talk to him.

- Hey.
- Oh, hi.

- How about some company?
- Yeah.

You're a long way from home.

Been shopping?

No, no. Uh, I just missed you.

You used to come home for lunch.

Well, it's easier to eat
here. Nobody to fight with.

I'm tired of fighting.

So am I.

You know, we used to
be able to talk about things.

What's happening to us?

Used to be we were on the
same side on most things.

That's true.

You know, Ray. I know how
much Jock meant to you...

but I don't understand your
throwing in with J.R. like this.

You know, it's not so much
how much Jock meant to me...

but what Jock gave me.

The only real identity I
could ever really be proud of.

You know, when I was growing
up, I was Amos Krebbs' kid.

The town drunk's son.

Being Jock's son gave me
something a little special.

Ray Krebbs, you have
always been special.

No. I'm talking about something
you wouldn't understand at all.

Like spending your whole
life looking over your shoulder.

I don't know if you can even
understand what I'm saying.

Everything you ever tried in
your life you were successful at.

I mean, you write a
book, it's a bestseller.

You write another
book, it's a bestseller.

Could have got yourself appointed
to the senate, but you didn't want that.

You got yourself appointed to
the Texas Energy Commission.

All you had to do was tell
them you wanted the job.

What are you doing?

You wanna know the real
reason I threw in with J.R.?

Because I was afraid.

Afraid I'd lose my
share of Ewing Oil.

It's not the money. The
money doesn't matter to me.

It's me being a pan of the
company, Jock's company.

The last thing with
Jock's name on it.

If I have to throw in with J.R.
to be a winner, that's what I'll do.

And I'll worry about J.R. later.

But I am not gonna
lose what Jock left me.

- Yeah? KENDALL:
Someone here to see you, J.R.

- Who?
- Someone you?! want to see.

Oh, what are you
talking about? Who is it?

Me.

Sly.

- Well, I'm really happy to see you.
- Hi.

I missed you too.

I believe I've had all the time
I need to think and be alone.

- Does that mean you're ready to work?
- If you'll still have me.

It will be nice to have somebody I
can talk to again, someone I can trust.

Thank you.

Can't wait to get started.
How's everything been?

Not real good.

As a matter of fact, I
hate to tell you this...

but if things don't
improve around here,

you're liable to be
working for Cliff Barnes.

As beautiful as it is, I don't believe we
came here just because of a phone call.

Well, he said that he
can help me with Mark.

Why don't we just enjoy the
view? I'm sure he'll find us.

Mrs. Ewing?

Yes, I'm Pamela Ewing.
This is Sue Ellen Ewing.

I'm Elliott Wong, I spoke
to you on the phone.

Thank you for meeting me.

Well, you were very vague
on the phone, Mr. Wong.

I prefer to talk in person.

Understand you wish to see a certain
Mr. Swanson at the Chong Thai Clinic.

How did you know that?

I have a position at the
clinic, in Mr. Chan's office.

Regrettably, a
low-paying position.

And you know that
I'm very wealthy.

I know that. And perhaps
we are able to help each other.

How would that be?

Understand that Mr. Swanson
has refused to see you.

- I can help.
- How?

I'll bring you to the
clinic, into his room...

and you can see for yourself if
he is indeed the man you seek.

And how much is
it going to cost me?

You're very direct, Mrs.
Ewing. A most attractive quality.

You still haven't answered
my question, Mr. Wong.

Ten thousand dollars,
American. That's my price.

I can have it for you
tomorrow afternoon.

Then shall we meet
tomorrow night?

- Where?
- At the clinic.

You pay me and I'll
bring you into the clinic.

I'll pay you $5000 when I meet you
and the rest after I see Mark Graison.

Tomorrow night,
9:00. I'll wait for you.

Pam, you're not gonna meet him?

If he can help me find Mark...

yes, I am.

Excuse me. Please
feel free to browse.

- Hello, can I help you?
- Yes, is there a Mr. Parrish here?

Yes, he's right over
there at his desk.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Excuse me. Mr. Parrish?
- Yes?

My name is Bobby
Ewing. This is Jenna Wade.

How do you do? Is there
something I can do for you?

Well, if you have a little
time, we'd like to speak to you.

Oh, about what?

Veronica Robinson.

The lady that sat next to you
on the flight from LA. to Dallas.

Oh, yes. I read about
her death the next day.

Shocking.

Well, in our case,
it was devastating.

She was coming to
testify in Miss Wade's trial.

I see.

Now I realize why you look so familiar.
I've seen your picture in the newspapers.

Then you know that I'm being
trialed for a murder I did not commit.

Well, that may be, but I don't
see what you want with me.

When I last spoke to Miss
Robinson in Tokyo, she was terrified.

She was afraid someone
was trying to kill her.

I still fail to see what
this has to do with me.

You sat next to her on
the flight from LA. to Dallas.

You were on the same plane
with her from Tokyo to Los Angeles.

I hope, for your
sake, Mr. Ewing...

you are not inferring that I know
anything about what happened to that lady.

- Do you?
- 01 course not.

I'm an art dealer, not a thug.

My flying with Miss Robinson
was the purest of coincidence.

I travel back and
forth frequently.

If you will look around, you will see I
deal in, among other things, Oriental an.

Mr. Parrish, we're not
accusing you of anything.

But it there is anything that you
could tell us, anything that might help...

Well...

We were in the same cabin
on the flight from Tokyo...

but I was on the
other side of the plane.

What I do remember of her,
she seemed very nervous.

She kept getting in
and out of her seat.

But I was busy doing paperwork
on the purchases I had made.

I really didn't pay
much attention to her.

Were there any other people on
both those flights that you recognized?

I don't know.

Some man, well-dressed.

But he was in the cabin behind
us. I just saw him coming and going.

A couple of women who
looked like schoolteachers.

I don't know. I really was quite
involved in what I was doing.

You sat next to her on
the flight from LA. to Dallas.

Did you talk to her? Did
she say anything at all?

Well, we didn't sit together very long.
She was extremely nervous, drinking.

She kept going to the lavatory.

Finally, I just moved to another seat
and took a nap until we arrived in Dallas.

I didn't see her when we left
the plane. I realized why later.

Did you see anyone
else sitting next to her?

Or any one in particular talking
to her on the first leg of the flight?

No, I'm sorry.

I really do try to mind my own
business when I'm traveling.

The last thing I wanna do is strike
up a conversation with a Chatterbox.

Yes, thank you. Listen...

This is my card. It has my
office and home number on it.

If you remember something,
would you give me a call?

Yes, I will. One
thing, Mr. Ewing.

If there was foul play, why
haven't the police contacted me?

Why aren't they investigating?

They did investigate it.

They don't believe it
was a homicide. I do.

Thank you for your time.

Cliff, when you
called this meeting...

I didn't know you'd
have this kid in tow.

Ha. Marilee,
Jamie is my partner.

She's gonna be owning
a third of Ewing Oil.

So if we're gonna be working together,
I suggest we bury any past grievances.

Look, Mrs. Stone, what
happened happened.

If it wasn't for you, I might never
have shown that document to J.R.

There you see, you two were
working together and didn't even know it.

Besides, anything that's gonna bring J.R.
down has to be beneficial to all of us.

Sit down, Cliff. Sit down.

Speaking of working
together, Cliff.

As I remember last time we
met, you seemed rather cold.

You left me at the
pool all by myself.

Things change, Marilee.
Perhaps I was a little hasty.

But there's nothing I'd like better than
a good business relationship with you.

Cliff, you know I'd
like to work with you...

but I don't intend to get mixed
up with any vendetta with J.R.

You don't have to
worry about that, Jordan.

J.R. knows he's gonna
lose his company to me.

Ha-ha. He's running around
with his tail between his legs.

- Can I bring you something, Mr. Barnes?
- Uh. Champagne. Do you like champagne?

I don't know. I
haven't had much of it.

Two. Two bottles
of the very best.

Nothing but the best for
my sweet little partner.

Yes, sir, two bottles.

You must be awfully sure
of winning this fight with J.R.

J.R., are you sure you're
doing the right thing?

If I'm with you, I am.

But there are bound to be people
here you know who must know your wife.

Mandy, you made it perfectly clear that
you did not want a backstreet romance.

So I decided not to take
you to out-of-the-way places.

Besides, nobody
really knows you.

Oh, you could be the most beautiful
independent oil woman in Oklahoma.

All right, but I still
don't feel good about it.

- Hi, Dora Mae, you got a table for us?
- 01 course, sir. This way, follow me.

This is pretty good, you know.

Yeah, well. Gotta
date this stuff.

It's about time,
you know. Ha-ha.

Thanks, Cliff, for
bringing us here.

Well, the best defense is a
good offense. Come along.

Well, lookie here,
birds of a feather.

Plotting an
assassination, are you?

Or trying to figure out a way of
stealing somebody else's company?

- You've got no call to talk that way, J.R.
- Really?

Marilee. I see you and
Jamie have made up.

- Planning a little midnight swim later?
- Shut up, J.R.

Ha-ha. Jamie, you've sure found
yourself some prime company.

- I sure prefer it to yours.
- Oh, really?

Well, you know what they
say, losers tend to flock together.

Ah. Like that little
lady you're with, huh?

Cliff.

Ha-ha. I've always heard
you were a big spender, J.R.

How much did it cost you
to have he! threw me over?

That was for free. All she had to
do was hang with you for a while.

Oh, is that so? Well,
you're welcome to her.

Considering the number of nights she spent
at my place, you can have my leftovers.

You miserable worm.

You'll find out how much better you were
with me than with what you've got there.

That was a rotten thing to do.

Should've known you'd
throw a sneak punch.

Why don't you stay out of it?

You caused all this
trouble to begin with.

Don't start. I can
hit harder than him.

- You bastard.
- Now, Cliff, let's stop this.

Yeah, Cliff. He's not worth it.

You're right, he's not.

Enjoy your champagne. I
hope you're paying for it, Barnes.

I think we'll be moving along.

I knew we shouldn't
have come here.

Ha-ha. On the contrary, I wouldn't
have missed that for the world.

Mrs. Ewing.

You have the money with you?

Yes.

Put this cloak on, please.

It is one the nurses wear.
It will cause less attention.

- Shall we go?
- All right.

I'll wait right here. Good luck.

This is his room. Do you
wish me to go in with you?

No.

I want to go alone.

Mark.

Mark.

What the devil do you
want? I told them no visitors.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh God, I'm sorry.

How was that?
Was that all right?

It was perfect.

It was just what I wanted.

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