All language subtitles for Dallas s10e06 Trompe L Oeil.eng

Now it's been forced on me,
and\NI'm not going to deny who I am.

You've done everything, but say who\Nyou
really are, and I don't mean Jock.

You know I'm for hire,
\Nwhat did you have in mind?

Getting rid of some oil\Nfields
in the Middle East.

He must be climbing the walls.

To have his precious\Ndaddy back...

then have his mother\Nmarried to some other man.

Oh, my. The Ewings are finally\Ngetting
theirs, heh-heh-heh.

I came down here to kick\Nthe
crap out of you, Parmalee.

I want you out of Dallas\Nand
I want you out tonight.

Oh, my God.

I know how hard it\Nis for you to grasp.

Hard? It's impossible.

I can't believe a word you said.

I don't think that's true.

My memory still comes and\Ngoes,
so I can't fill in everything.

But what I told you is true.

Why are you doing this?

What are you trying to prove?

I wasn't trying to\Nprove anything.

I never wanted you to find out.

But you made sure that I did.

WES: No. You came prying.

Now, I didn't want to\Ncause
the family any trouble.

But now it's been\Nforced on me...

and I'm not going\Nto deny who I am.

You've done everything but say who\Nyou
really are, and I don't mean Jock.

Oh, Ellie.

Don't call me that.

Let's go, Punk.

This must have come\Nas a shock to you, Punk.

I'm sorry.

Well?

Well, Punk, you heard his lies.

You certainly don't believe\Nanything that he.
.. That he said.

I'm not saying I\Nbelieve him, Ellie. But...

But what?

He talked about things that\Nhappened
down in South America...

that only two people in
this\Nworld could've known about.

One of them is me\Nand the other was...

Jock Ewing.

I thought we'd start\Noff with this one...

and then go into the\Nmagazines with this.

SUE ELLEN: Oh, it's wonderful.
\NIt's exactly what I had in mind.

Trash with class. The epitome.

How soon can we\Nimplement the campaign?

Well, now that you\Napprove, immediately.

I can hardly wait.

MAN: Mr. Ewing?\N- Yeah, that's right.

- You have identification?\N- Yes.

- Thank you.\N- Mr. Calhoun's expecting me.

Yes, sir. I'll take\Nyou to see him.

- Get in the vehicle, please.\N- Yeah.

- Mr. Ewing.\N- Mr. Calhoun.

Well, that was quite\Nan impressive display.

I like to keep my hand in.

- Thank you, captain.\N- Yes, sir.

What can I do for\Nyou, Mr. Ewing?

Well, the question is,
what\Ncan we do for each other?

Why don't you tell me?

Well, I've, uh, seen a lot of\Nfilm
on you, read a lot of books.

I tell you, you're the kind
of\NAmerican that we can be proud of.

- That a fact?\N- Oh, yes. Yeah.

I mean, the way you\Nwent in the Persian Gulf...

and got those stranded\NAmericans out...

it was inspiring. Really.

There's our government\Nstanding
around wringing its hands.

Didn't know what to do.

You had the guts to go\Nand do what was needed.

I was paid well for that.

I hope to hell\Nyou were. Yes, sir.

I don't know what the world's\Ncoming
to, to tell you the truth.

Not the same being\Nan American anymore.

I mean, look at all\Nthose Arab states.

Ruining our economy,\Ntaking
our money out of here.

And making us pay an awful\Nprice
for that imported oil.

Half the Southwest\Nis going broke.

I do understand your plight,\NMr.
Ewing. And I sympathize with you.

Now the question\Nis, so, what about it?

Well, we gotta do something.

And I think old General Fritz\NLongley
has got the right idea.

He's all for going
in\Nthere and blowing them up.

It'd sure get the price
of\Noil up where it ought to be.

That'd sure start\Na major war too.

And that is why they kicked\Nhim
out of the Air Force.

Yeah.

CALHOUN:\NWonderful little tool this.

Deadly.

Yeah, I never filed one myself.

The kind of men who know how to\Nuse
them are what I'm talking about.

Mr. Ewing.

Why don't we just\Nget down to the basics.

Now you know I'm for hire.

For the right price\Nand the right job.

Now what did you have in mind?

Well, I had in mind...

getting rid of some of the\Nmajor
oil fields in the Middle East.

Not General Longley's\Nway. Your way.

What do you think that is?

Well, a small team of\Nhighly
skilled mercenaries...

properly equipped\Nand financed...

just might be able to slip into\Nthose
fields and blow them up.

And make it look\Nlike the work of PLO...

or the Libyans or\NSyrians or whatever.

It might be possible.

But as you said, it'll take a\Ngreat
deal of planning, training...

- and a great deal of money.\N- Oh, yeah, yeah.
I understand that.

Mr. Ewing...

are we just talking theory here?

Or do you really mean\Nwhat you're saying?

Calhoun, I care about my\Ncountry
and what happens to it.

If nobody's willing to step\Nforward
and protect it, by God, I am.

With the understanding, of course,
\Nthat my name be kept out of it.

What kind of time frame\Nare you talking about?

The sooner the better.

And since I'm\Nfinancing this privately...

I'd like to know how\Nmuch it's gonna cost.

You gotta be back\Nin Dallas tonight?

No, I can stay over, I guess.

Good. Let's go\Nback up to the house.

You stay here tonight.

You and I got a\Nlot to talk about.

Ah. Great.

Where's transportation?

Gone back. It's\Nonly a two-mile walk.

Oh.

Oh, well.

Well...

- You know anything about this Clayton?\N- No.

- How did everything go in Houston?\N- Fine.

I got the money for my company.

SUE ELLEN: Punk, are you\Ngonna
tell us what's happening?

PUNK: I reckon I'll have
to\Nleave that up to Miss Ellie.

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry to be so\Nmysterious about this.

But it concerns all of us.

Bobby, are you certain\Nthat JR.
won't be back?

Not until tomorrow, Mama.

All right, then.

I'll have to go\Nahead without him.

There's some things\Nthat I want you to see.

It's Daddy's belt buckle\Nfrom the Oil Baron's.

And his knife.

And a picture of\Nyou, Miss Ellie.

Mama, where did\Nyou get all this?

I found them.

Along with these letters that
I\Nwrote your daddy in South America.

I don't understand. Where?

In Wes Parmalee's room.

What was he doing with them?

ELLIE: He claims they're his.

They're not his,\Nthey're Daddy's.

Exactly.

And I found them in his room.

I confronted him with them.

And I threw him off the ranch.

I think that he is a\Nfraud and a con man...

trying to play some\Nghoulish trick on us that...

That he is Jock.

Mama, Daddy is dead.

I know.

But I think you should know\Nwhat
that man told Punk and me...

in his motel in Braddock, today.

One thing I have to say.

When your Daddy\Nleft on that helicopter...

I watched him pack all
of\Nthose things in his duffel.

Then that duffel floated away\Nfrom
the wreck and he found it.

Just let me tell\Nyou what he told us.

He said that it was very\Nearly in the morning...

when the helicopter took off.

But the weather was awful bad.

Stormy.

The pilot was having\Na lot of problems.

Rain. Lightning.

Then in the distance\NI saw this little plane.

It almost hit us.

We swerved out of the way.

And then it felt like the whole\Nbottom
of the world fell out.

We crashed into the lake.

The helicopter exploded.

I felt this awful pain.

And then I was under the water.

And then the next thing
I\Nremember I was on the water...

and my duffel bag\Nwas holding me up.

Then I guess I must\Nhave passed out.

And the rest I'll tell
you\Nas it what was told to me.

Some natives found\Nhim on the bank.

More dead than alive.

Crushed and burned\Nall over his body.

They took him to a small French\Nmissionary
hospital in the interior.

WES: Nobody there spoke English.

They didn't know nor\Ncare who the Ewings were.

And that didn't matter, because when
I\Ncame to, I didn't know who I was either.

I had total amnesia.

But they kept me alive long\Nenough
to move me to the coast.

To a hospital.

I spent a couple of years there.

I was burned so bad...

they had to give me\Na whole new face.

My jaw was broken\Nin so many places.

I lost all my teeth.

New skin on most of my body.

I just lay there wrapped\Nin those bandages...

and every so often\Nmore plastic surgery.

But then one day, my\Nmemory started coming back.

Little flashes of who I was.

And then the things\Nin that duffel bag.

They became my\Nonly contact with reality.

He had huge gaps in his memory.

And still does.

But as he healed, more and\Nmore
of his life came back to him.

Eventually the time came\Nthat
he could walk again.

And then talk.

But that was difficult because
he\Nhad damage to the laryngeal nerve.

Which is why his\Nvoice is different.

I began to find out\Nthings about the family.

That you thought I was dead.

That you'd had\Nmarried again, Ellie.

I missed you all very much...

but I knew what my coming back into\Nyour
lives would mean after all this time.

A couple of years ago...

I made my way\Nback to the States.

Started working on ranches.

Ended up at the\NRunning 2 in Colorado.

All this time I was reading\Neverything
that I could about you.

Finally. I just couldn't\Nstand it anymore.

I had to at least\Nsee you all again.

So I came back to Texas.

When I heard about\Nthat job on Southfork...

I went for it.

And it worked. I was near you.

I could see you.

None of you knew who I was.

Until I walked into\Nthe bunkhouse.

And found these things.

Well, I don't\Nbelieve a word of it.

There was always\Nsomething about Wes.

Something different.

You don't believe\Nhim, do you, Ray?

Boys, let me tell you something.

I talked with Wes Parmalee\Nalong with your mama.

He repeated conversations\Nthat
I had with Jock down there.

Now if he's got a\Nmemory problem...

it's not about what\Nhappened in South America.

Punk, Daddy is dead.

I found his medallion\Nat the bottom of the lake.

I'm going over to the motel\Nand
beat the truth out of him.

No, Bobby. I don't want any\Nviolence.
Leave him alone.

Ellie, you don't think
he\Ncould possibly be Jock?

I don't see how.

But right now I...

I'm not sure of anything.

RAY: Bob.

Sony. Figured you'd head over\Nhere
soon as you dropped Pam off.

BOBBY: What are you doing
here?\N- Same thing you are.

Couldn't decide whether to see\Nhim
alone or wait until you showed up.

- Figured we better do it together.\N- All right.

Listen, you hired him. You\Nknow
him better than any of us.

- Didn't you see this coming?\N- No.

Nothing like this.

There was something\Nabout
him from the beginning.

He had a real\Nfeel for the ranch.

Seemed to know almost\Ninstinctively what to do.

Got this funny\Nfeeling about him.

Yeah, I have a funny\Nfeeling about him too.

I'm afraid it's not\Nthe same as yours.

Parmalee. It's Bobby Ewing.

What did you do? Dye your hair?

Just washed the dye out.

Come on in.

You too, Ray.

I came down here to kick\Nthe
crap out of you, Parmalee.

I'm not surprised.

I figured as soon as your mama\Ntold
you the story, you'd be here.

You always did have\Na terrible fierce temper.

Boy, you have really\Ndone a lot of homework.

Everything I told\Nyour mama is true.

Not a word of it's true.

You put her through hell and\Nthat's
the last time that'll happen.

I want you out of Dallas\Nand
I want you out tonight.

Or what?

I know you might\Nwanna take me apart.

But you won't,\NI'm too old for that.

It might frustrate\Nthe hell out of you...

but you're not gonna\Nhit a man my age.

There are ways of getting\Nyou
out without hitting you.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I didn't come here\Nto do anybody hurt.

I just wanted to\Nsee my family again.

We are not your family.

I never figured\Nyou'd believe me.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe it's better if I do leave.

I've been alone for the last four\Nyears.
Can't be any worse than it's been.

Well, you are right\Nabout one thing.

I don't believe you.

And the sooner\Nyou get out of here...

the better it's gonna\Nbe for everybody.

Is that what you think, Ray?

Does it matter to\Nyou what I think?

It matters what\Nall my boys think.

Are you leaving?

Why? Don't you want me to?

Well, I'm pretty sure I
know\Nwhat Jock would've done.

I'm kind of curious to see\Nif
you'd do the same thing.

Mrs. Ewing?

- Your brother's here.\N-
You don't need to announce me.

- Thank you.\N- Can I get you anything?

No, I don't want\Nanything. Thanks.

Hey, how come you\Nweren't at work today?

- What?\N- How come you weren't at work today?

What's so important about today?

Nothing. I just expected\Nto see you there.

Oh, get to the point, Cliff.

Well, it's a little\Nembarrassing.

I don't wanna be pushy\Nabout
this, but you know...

I did promise Jordan Lee\Nthat
money for that deal...

but, uh, you said\Nyou'd think about it.

All right, Cliff. I'll
get\Nyour money for you today.

That's great. I really\Ndo appreciate that.

I have a lot of good deals coming\Ndown
right now too, you know?

I was talking to Scotty, he's\Ngot
a piece of this company.

Boy, it sounds good.

But it'd be a lot of money.

Probably a lot of money.

And I don't think my company's\Ngot
enough to swing it.

I don't wanna\Ntalk about it, Cliff.

- It's a good deal.\N-
I don't want to talk deals.

Hey, don't jump on me.\NSomething wrong with you?

Has it ever occurred to you...

that there are other things\Nin
life beside the oil business?

Sometimes. Hey,\Nwhat's wrong with you?

I was at Southfork last night...

and Miss Ellie told us\Nthe most fantastic story.

Jock Ewing may still be alive.

No. No, he can't. How can he be?

A man showed up and has a\Nlot
of things that belong to Jock...

including the letters\NMiss Ellie wrote to him.

Jock Ewing died in\Na helicopter crash.

And he has an\Nexplanation for that too.

Huh.

Well, what did they\Nsay? What did they do?

Bobby, for one,\Ndoesn't believe it.

And J.R.?

Oh.

I can't believe what\Nthis will do for him.

He must be climbing the walls.

To have his precious\Ndaddy back...

and then have his mother\Nmarried
to some other man.

Oh, my. The Ewings are finally\Ngetting
theirs. Heh-heh-heh.

I don't believe you. You are the\Nmost
insensitive man I've ever known.

I'm ashamed that\Nyou're my brother.

Don't you care that\Npeople are going to be hurt?

I'm sorry. That was\Nreally dumb of me.

Yeah, of course I\Ncare. I really do. No.

I just got a picture J.R.
's\Nface and I got carried away.

No, I'm really" I feel bad because I\Nknow
that Miss Ellie must really be hurt.

I'm sorry. I really am.

- Let's just drop it, Cliff.\N- Sure.

Why don't we get in the car,
\Ngo to the bank, get the money?

And then I'll take you to lunch.

There is no one else like you in\Nthe world.
You are truly one of a kind.

I'm proud of you too.

- Oh, God.\N- Huh?

Do you think he'll go or stay?

I don't know. He's\Na hard man to read.

The thing is, we don't
have\Na foreman on Southfork.

I'm gonna have to run things\Naround
here until we hire somebody.

I'm not gonna be able
to\Ndo much with the business.

Well, it's just as well.

I think I'll stay\Nclose to Miss Ellie.

I'm really worried about her.

I guess it's worse for\Nher than the rest of us.

Maybe I'll take her somewhere\Nuntil
this whole thing blows over.

Miss Ellie never was\None to run from trouble.

That's a fact.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

Did you know that\NDonna was coming home?

Nope.

Guess I better go say hello.

Thank you.

Give you a hand with your bags?

Sure.

Thanks.

How are you feeling?

Fine.

No morning sickness, like that?

No, not yet.

How's things in Washington?

Well, pretty much\Nlike I expected.

Not gonna be easy.

If it was easy. They\Nwouldn't need you.

Look, um.

I'm sorry that I missed\Nyou the other night.

Yeah, Jenna told me you called.

I wish I'd been there.

I had to talk to Miss Ellie.

Is everything all right?

Kind of Topsy-turvy.

The foreman I hired,\NWes Parmalee?

Yeah, what about him?

RAY: Well, it seems he\Nclaims
he's somebody else.

Hello, J.R.

Well, hello, Daddy.

Well, glad to see you\Ngot your memory back...

long enough to recognize me.

You've lost a little\Nweight since I saw you.

You're looking good.

And I'd like to say\Nthe same about you...

but since I never laid eyes on\Nyou
before, that'd be a little difficult.

How did you find me?

They told me at your motel\Nyou
hang out around here.

Not something the real\NJock Ewing would do.

I've changed.

Yeah, more than a little.

Now you're gonna tell me you\Ndon't
believe I'm your daddy.

No, he a waste of time.

- I came here to ask you a question.
\N- Ask ahead. I've got nothing to hide.

What do you want to drop\Nthis
act, get out of Dallas?

[CHUCKLING]

I gotta say you boys\Nare acting true to form.

Bobby came by to beat the tar
out\Nof me, and you wanna buy me out.

I didn't come down\Nhere to discuss my family.

You're obviously a fraud.

You have no fingerprints.

I wouldn't have put it past\Nyou
to burned them off yourself.

No way we can check\Nwith your dental records...

and your memory comes and goes.

Don't forget the voice, boy.

Yeah, that's the biggest\Ncrock
of all, right there.

If you were small, you'd\Ntake
some money and get out.

Could be I'm not after money.

Sure you are, I can smell it.

Now, Bobby might be too\Nnice
to do you any real harm...

but I wouldn't find it any trouble\Nto
get a couple of good old boys...

and have them run\Nyou out one night.

You know, I've\Nbeen gone so long...

both you boys have\Nforgot something about me.

Oh?

Jock Ewing can't\Nbe scared off...

and he can't be bought 0”.

Now, like it or not, J.
R..\NYour daddy's back to stay.

[CHATTERING]

BARTENDER: Yes, sir?\N-
Double bourbon and branch.

Yes, sir.

Hey, would you look at this?

Look at the face on her.

What are you looking\Nat? Look at that body.

MAN 1: How'd you like to have
her\Nwalking up to you wearing that thing?

MAN 2: I don't think I\Ncould stand it, heh-heh.

- I gotta find out who this is.\N-
You ain't never gonna find that out.

You're gonna have to\Nmeet her in your dreams.

Yup.

I'll be seeing her tonight\Nwhen
I strike the pitcher out.

Yeah, you and me both.

[CHUCKLING]

I should buy something\Nlike that for my wife.

MAN 2: Yeah, you think that'll
help any?\N- Can't hurt.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, my God.

J.R.: Where have you been?

J.R., you frightened me.

Where have you been?

At work.

What's wrong with you?

This is what's the\Nmatter with me, darling.

This is the most disgusting\Nthing
I've ever seen.

How can you let\Nyourself be seen like this?

- There's nothing wrong with it.\N- Oh, really?

You should've heard the two\Nmorons
that I had to sit and listen to...

drooling over this, talking about\Nwhat
they'd like to do with you.

That's their problem, not mine.

No.

No, darling, it's mine.

Do you know how many\Npeople
we know have seen this?

What are they gonna think?

I don't care what they\Nthink.
It's only a picture.

Well, it's the last picture\Nyou
ever make like this.

Because your career is over.

Your modeling days are through.

Just who the hell\Ndo you think you are?

I pay my own bills, I make\Nmy own way.
You don't own me.

I want you to stop\Nthose ads right now.

All right. Fine. I'll stop.

The day Sue Ellen\Nmoves off Southfork...

and you tell the world\Nyou wanna marry me.

Nothing I can do about that right\Nnow
and you know it. I'm working on it.

Then you better get used
to\Nseeing more of my pictures...

because until the day\NI'm Mrs. J.R. Ewing...

I'll do any damn thing I please.

Whenever it gets too much\Nfor
you, you know how to stop it.

Thought you had\Nsome pride in yourself.

I do, a lot.

That's why I'm doing\Nexactly what I want.

Now, would you please leave?

Mama.

Hello, Bobby.

You can't let it get you.

That's what Clayton said.

I keep thinking about\Nthe day of the barbeque.

The day we got the news\Nthat
Jock's helicopter crashed.

You remember what\Nhappened to us after that?

Yes, I do.

But that happened and it's over.

Is it?

What if"?

What if this story's true?

- What if that man really is...?\N- He isn't.

Mama, I went to\Nsee him last night.

He's cool, he's very smooth...

and he's got a hell of a\Nstory.
But he isn't Daddy.

I know it.

It's a con, Mama.

And I know how much it hurts.

But you gotta stop\Nthinking about it.

Oh, I... I want to,\NBobby. I want to.

But I just don't know how.

There is a lot of opposition\Nto
what we're trying to do.

J.R.: I don't know why they can't\Nsee
the more wells are shut down...

the more oil you're\Ngonna have to import.

The price of oil is\Ndown at the pump.

Now, that makes a lot of\Nsenators
from the north very happy.

Sure, that's damn\Nshort-sighted if you ask me.

This tariff is never gonna work.
\NWhat we need is direct action.

I tell you what, you got any\Nideas,
I'll be happy to listen to them.

You'll know when\Nthe time is right.

ELLIE: John Ross, you better\Nhurry up.
You'll be late for school.

I'm through, Grandma.

- Bye, Daddy.\N- Bye, son. See you tonight.

ELLIE: Is Bobby gonna\Nbe in Corsicana long?

- Bye, Mama.\N- Oh, no, I don't think so.

It should be an easy buyout.

- Morning, everybody.\NDONNA: Morning.

ELLIE: Morning.

Have you seen the\Npaper yet this morning?

No, I haven't, why?

Well, there's a picture in it
I\Nthought you might like to see.

The Valentine Girl.

Isn't that precious?

You know. She looks\Na lot like that girl...

that Cliff Barnes\Nused to live with.

Very pretty in a\Ntrashy sort of way.

She doesn't look trashy to me.

Really? Wasn't that long\Nago
that you used to say...

that anyone that posed\Nfor
pictures like that, um...

- was nothing better than a tramp.
\N- That was different.

- It was? How?\N- Yes, it was.

Ahem. Sue Ellen, I know you\Ndon't
have much to fill your day with...

but the rest of us\Nhave real problems.

Oh, please, J.R. The last thing in the\Nworld
I wanna do is talk about problems.

I should've eaten\Nbreakfast downtown.

- I'll see you tonight.\N- That'd be nice.

I do admire the way\Nyou get under his skin.

It's taken years of practice.

I think I've finally\Ngotten the hang of it.

What are you doing\Nhere, Parmalee?

Ellie threw you off this ranch once.
\NI'd be mighty happy to do it again.

Well, I'm sorry to hear\Nyou say that, Clayton.

I thought we might befriends.

I could've been friends
with\Nthe man I thought you were.

But not with you now.

Same person, different name.

You're a phony,\NParmalee. A troublemaker.

- And I want you out of here.
\N- Why are you so upset?

I'm the one who should be.

I don't believe you said that.

Why not?

You're the one\Nliving with my wife.

I'm over there in that\Nmotel room all by myself.

Ellie's not your wife, she's mine.
\NAnd she's gonna stay that way.

Well, it's still\Nearly in the game.

Game?

That what this is?

I'd have thought by now...

you'd have seen it wasn't\Ngonna
work and belong gone.

Well, I'm not leaving, Clayton.

Now, I thought I owed\Nit
to you to tell you that.

I never wanted any\Nof this to happen.

But now that it has, I'm\Ngonna
take back what's mine.

There's nothing\Nhere that's yours...

including my wife.

And even if you were Jock\NEwing,
and no doubt about it...

I wouldn't just roll over\Nand
get out of your way.

Ellie's my wife. I love her.

And believe me...

I'm gonna fight any\Nway I have to to keep her.

Now, I don't wanna see\Nyou on this ranch again.

KENDALL: Good morning, J.R.

PHYLLIS: Morning, J.R.\N- Sly.

Come into my office.

Yes, sir?

Have you seen these\NValentine Girl ads?

Heh, yeah, aren't they great?
\NI was thinking of getting sum...

I didn't ask for your opinion.

Find out who owns the\Ncompany
and if it's for sale.

- You wanna buy it?\N- This is a disgrace.

If I have to buy the company and\Nshut
it down, that's what I'm gonna do.

- You really think they're that
bad?\N- Sly, do you enjoy working here?

- Yes, of course I do.\N- Good.

Then just get me that information\Nand
don't ask any more questions.

Yes, sir.

Pornography is what it is.

[SCOFFS]

I never had no jet plane.

Never belonged\Nto no country club.

Just a hard-working\Noilman was all I ever was.

I know that.

I've seen wells that go dry.

I've seen fields that\Nlook good go bust.

But, uh...

I never seen nothing like this.

Back when oil\Nwas 30 and better...

we all got too big\Nfor our britches.

Figured it was never gonna end.

Banks standing in\Nline handing out money.

Didn't even ask\Nwas you qualified.

Banks are going\Nbust too, Mr. Hillel.

Sold off everything\NI own, but this field.

Ain't near enough to\Npay back what I owe.

Mr. Hillel, I believe I'm making\Nyou
a fair offer for your company.

Are you now?

What are we talking here?
\NThirty cents on the dollar?

Just hurts like hell to\Nsee a fellow oilman...

taking advantage\Nof the situation.

Thirty cents on the dollar...

is better than declaring bankruptcy\Nand
coming out of this with nothing.

Ewing Oil is gonna\Nassume your debts...

and try and work out a\Ndeal with your bankers.

I got a lot of my\Nlife in these fields.

Well, you're not the only one.

But you aren't one of the ones that\Ncan
come out of it with something.

Fact is, I may have to sell off this\Nhardware
and just keep the reserves.

Exploration the way it is...

it's only companies with large\Nreserves
that are gonna come back.

Once the price of\Noil goes up again.

And that's, uh, Ewing Oil?

That's the plan.

So do we have a deal or not?

I reckon so.

I don't see no other way out.

Well, guess we might as\Nwell
go down to the bank...

and make it official.

Let's do it.

APRIL: Hello, Jack.

April.

What are you doing here?

Is that my greeting after
all\Nwe've meant to each other?

We never meant\Nanything to each other.

I thought you'd make a great wife,
\Nyou thought I'd be a great meal ticket.

Well, we were both\Nwrong... until now.

Oh, heh, heh. No new.

You'd still be a lousy wife\Nand
I'm still a lousy provider.

You're very modest, Jack.

I've been hearing\Ngreat things about you.

Yeah, that's surprising.

How would you hear\Nanything about me?

You're becoming quite famous.

Your name's in all the papers.

Even the paper where I live.

So?

So...

you now own 10\Npercent of Ewing Oil.

And Ewing Oil's worth\Nhundreds
of millions of dollars.

[LAUGHING]

Ah, yes, of course.

Well, at least\Nyou're honest, April.

You do love money.

I would if I had some.

You're not getting any from me.

I don't have any.

Besides, I don't owe you any.

Jack.

You really should have stuck\Naround
for the final divorce hearing.

I was very convincing.

What is that supposed to mean?

Well, after what the nice judge heard\Nwhat
a miserable life I had with you...

how you left me in the\Nlurch
with all those bills.

What bills? We\Ndidn't owe any money.

Hm.

I managed to charge a\Nfew
things before you left.

Heh.

I'll bet you did.

Anyway...

I convinced him that I had faith\Nin
your ability to make money.

So since there was\Nnothing
to split at that time...

he granted me 50 percent of\Nyour
future income for five years.

He what?

It was a long shot on my part...

but I figured, “What the hell?“

Frankly, I didn't think\Nyou'd
amount to anything.

And up until now I was right.

From a money\Nstandpoint you're still light.

I don't think so.

Here's your copy.

You own 10 percent of\NEwing
Oil, and half that's mine.

Pretty simple, no?

Well...

maybe I'll go downtown and\Nsay
hello to my other partners.

You really look good, Jack.

And one part of our\Nmarriage certainly worked.

If you get lonely\Nsome night, call me.

Maybe we'll go for\Ndouble or nothing.

How did it go in Corsicana?

All right, I made the deal.

I keep telling myself\Nwe're
doing the right thing...

but I think we're taking\Nadvantage of them.

Well, I feel sorry for\Nthose folks myself...

but if we don't do it,\Nsomebody else will.

Gotta be like the shark, Bobby.

- Keep moving or die.\N- I know all that.

But that doesn't\Nmake it any easier.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

- Yeah. SLY: .J.R...

there's a Mr. Wes Parmalee\Nhere
to see you and Bobby.

All right, bring him in.

- Then you ladies go on home.
\N- Yes, sir.

What do you suppose he wants?

He wants something.

SLY: Right this way.

J.R., can I get you\Nanything before I go?

J.R.: No, Sly. Thank you, good night.
\N- Yes, sir.

JR.

Bobby.

What do you want, Parmalee?

Don't waste much time on\Ngreetings
these days, do you?

Not on you.

Then you'll both be happy to\Nhear
I've decided to leave Dallas.

Is that a fact?

WES: I know I've\Ncaused you all pain.

But it's hurt me too.

None of my family\Nexcept, maybe, Ray...

can see who I really am.

So I guess maybe\Nit's better if I leave.

You came down here to\Ntake me up on my offer.

How much is it gonna\Ncost for you to go?

Not a penny.

I don't want anything from you.

I just came over here to\Ntalk to you.
Say goodbye.

I don't expect I'll see\Neither of you again.

That's a very noble\Nspeech, Daddy.

Now, how about the truth?

What truth?

The truth that you realize you\Ncan't
pull off this little Charade.

You're a fraud\Nand we all know it.

How could a fraud\Nknow the things I know?

The Ewings are a\Nmighty public family.

Anybody can dig up a certain\Namount
of information on us.

Then you tell me how\NI could've found out...

“about that hunting Hip
you\Nand me and JR. and Ray...

took over to Lake Takapa.

How we ran into that\Ncrazy
old cool and his son...

and they ambushed\Nus and shot me.

How could I have read about\Nlaying
there thinking I was dying?

And telling you about\NAmanda, my first wife?

How you had to\Nlook after her for me.

Tell me how anyone on God's green\NEarth
but Jock Ewing could know that.

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