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I'm worried about Clayton.
I think he's having an affair.

We ought to think about
another school for Charlie.

Away from Dallas.

- That's drastic, isn't it?
- We gotta do something.

- She went alone? Where?
- Saint Croix, in the Virgin Islands.

Who's in Saint Croix?

Your wife. Didn't you know?

If you've deceived
them, they'll kill you.

That's a chance
I'm willing to take.

I'll ask my lawyer
to drop the case.

What does that mean?

It means you can
stay with your daddy.

Come on, it's not that heavy and
you're only walking me to the car.

- You're not going for long?
- No, just a couple of days.

And I promise one of these
times, I'm gonna take you with me.

Great. Because I really
wanna see the White House.

- Yeah, and the Washington Monument and...
- Mr. Ewing, you have a visitor.

Thank you, Teresa.

Hello, Cliff.

- Hi, Uncle Cliff.
- Hi, Christopher.

- Bobby, can I talk to you for a minute?
- Sure, what's up?

I have Lisa with me.
She's out in the car.

What?

No, look, just hold your horses.

She called me, feels
bad about what happened.

And she just wants
to say goodbye.

She said goodbye, the minute
she tried to take my son away.

Bobby, you know. She
really does care about him.

Why do you think she gave up?

She gave up, Cliff. Because
she didn't have a case.

She gave up because she
saw the pain she was creating...

- and she just wanted to put a stop to it.
- Come on.

Plus, she's leaving Dallas. I mean, is
it gonna hurt for her to say goodbye?

All right.

Christopher, let me take that.

Let's hang in here, buddy, huh?

You've got a lot of nerve
to show up here again.

I understand how you
feel and I don't blame you.

I feel just awful about
everything I've done.

Do you have any idea what
you've put this family through?

Yes. Finally, I do.

Oh, God, Bobby,
how do I say this?

In the beginning, this whole
thing seemed like just...

kind of a lark.

But then I met Christopher and I
spent some time with him and...

I don't know.

The more I looked into his
face, the more I saw my brother's.

I loved my brother so very much.

Please, Bobby...

just let me say goodbye to him.

Go ahead.

Hi.

Hi.

Can you forgive me?

I guess so.

It was wrong of me to try and
take you away from your daddy.

I didn't know that then,
but I do know it now.

He's a wonderful daddy
and he loves you very much.

Well, I don't know if I'll
ever get to see you again.

But I want you to
remember something.

And if you ever need a friend...

anytime in your whole life...

you've got one.

You've got one too.

Thanks.

Thank you.

.J.R., Mr. Denault is
here for his appointment.

Send him in.

Well, sit down, Casey.

Well, I appreciate you
taking the time to see me.

I thought you might be
interested about a meeting I had.

Mm-hm. With who?

Oh, a lady by the name
of Kimberly Cryder.

Kimberly?

How did that come about?

Heh-heh. Out of the blue,
as far as I was concerned.

She just called me
up, wanted to see me.

I thought, why not?

What did she want?
Information about me?

Oh, no. A lot more than that.

She told me you were
trying to take over Westar...

and she wanted to know which
way I'd vote in case of a proxy fight.

See, she knows about that stock
her husband traded me, and...

Well, she thinks
I actually own it.

Well, now, that's interesting.

I was wondering when she
was gonna get around to fight.

You didn't tell her
that I owned that stock.

Of course not.

Good.

Why don't you arrange
to meet her again?

Convince her you'll
go along with them.

Well, that shouldn't
be too hard.

I want them to think that they
can count on those shares.

So you want me to
keep on seeing her, huh?

Well, why not? Maybe you'll
get a little information on her.

That would be my pleasure.

Ha-ha. Well, knowing
Kimberly, it may be.

I don't think you ought to be seeing
Sly anymore. At least not in public.

So you...? You know we've
been seeing each other?

Yeah, and I don't
mind. That's just fine.

But she's a direct link to me.

We don't want anybody to
know you and I work together.

- No, sir.
- Ha-ha.

Hmm.

I can't believe you
kept this old Dodger hat.

The Dodgers can't
go back to Brooklyn.

Look at these things.
They call them tomatoes.

They are tomatoes.

Will you help your papa?

- Get a pepper and cut it up for me.
- Yeah.

Remember that garden we used
to have? Now, these were tomatoes.

I tell you, they were
as big as my fists, and

they were red and
they were juicy too. Ha.

Heh. I'll never forget...
Do you remember...

when you and your brothers...

- pulled up the chicken wire?
- Shh.

If I could've gotten
my hands on you...

Hey, that wasn't my fault. That
was your other son, Sal's idea.

He wanted wire
for his pigeon coop.

Taking my chicken wire.

Every dog in the neighborhood was
digging up my Googootz and peppers.

I wish I could get you to change your
mind about moving out of here, Papa.

You can have another
garden. I would even help you.

You'll have all the tomatoes,
Googootz, peppers that you...

Joey, that's enough. Your
father, he made his decision.

What time are you
leaving in the morning?

I'm leaving early.
Don't bother to get up.

I'll grab some coffee
between here and the airport.

What are you talking about,
�Don't get up�? What are you, crazy?

It could be another two, three
years before we see you again.

In the meantime, who
knows what could happen?

We get up.

Joey, what are you
doing with that pepper?

That's not the way you cut a
pepper. You cut it into strips.

Hello, Ellie?

Ellie, is that you?

- Yes, Clayton.
- I've been trying to get you for an hour.

They put me through to different rooms.
What's the matter with people there?

How are you, Clayton?

How did the hearing go?

I'm fine. We all are.

And the hearing is
over. The girl gave up.

Christopher's
staying with Bobby...

that's the end of this
whole miserable business.

Oh, I'm very relieved.

I'm sure you are.

And you were right to take
yourself away from all of that.

There's still some tension
between J.R. and Bobby...

- but even that's beginning to fizzle out.
- Good.

Yeah, well, I'm looking forward
to picking you up at the airport.

Oh, well, Clayton, um...

I'm not sure I wanna
come right home.

I called Lucy in Atlanta. I thought this
would be a good chance to go and see her.

Well, okay.

Ellie...

mare van a" right?

Yes, of course.

It's just been such a long time since
Lucy and I have seen each other.

Uh, I'll call you from Atlanta.

Well, all right, I...

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Clayton.

What are you doing?

Homework.

Doesn't look like it to me.

Charlie, we've got
some big problems.

And we're gonna have
to do something about it.

A couple of days ago, I went to
your room and found your report card.

Oh, I was gonna
give that to you.

Oh, really? Is that why
you signed my name to it?

It's obvious why you
didn't want me to see it.

- Charlie, your grades are a disaster.
- Mom, I'll do better, I promise.

Worse than that, it's the
lying that you've been doing...

and cutting classes...

and forging my name.

- Mom, look...
- No.

Don't you say anything.

I don't wanna hear one
more story out of you.

Mom, I can understand
how you can be angry.

I'm not angry.

I'm shocked.

And I'm... I'm puzzled.

And I'm hurt.

Which is why it's taken me a couple
of days to even bring this up to you.

Up to now, Ray and I
have bent over backwards...

trying to give you the
benefit of the doubt.

We've gone as far as we can go.

From now on, Randy
is out of your life.

Mom, Randy has
nothing to do with this.

Oh, I think he does. I can't stop
you from seeing him in school.

- But after school, no more.
- But, Mom?

Your grades are gonna have to be
brought up, and brought up along way.

Okay, I know.

And if I ever, ever catch
you lying to me again...

or cheating or
forging my name...

the result is going to
be very, very unpleasant.

- No, Mom, listen.
- That's it. Discussion is over.

Well, I hope you're satisfied.

How is the center of
my universe tonight?

You had to air all of our dirty
laundry in public, didn't you?

Had to tell the judge and the
world about your sister and me.

Don't you think it was
just as painful for me too?

Well, nobody
forced you to do it.

- Why don't you end this Charade?
- Charade?

We're living under
the same roof...

- but you can't call this a marriage.
- Really?

Did you just come up
with that conclusion?

Or is this something you've
been deliberating over?

Sue Ellen, I'm
thinking of you too.

What the hell? You
don't love me anymore.

Why tie yourself
down to Southfork?

I'm willing to give
you a divorce.

Oh. Heh.

You know, JR...

you are so sweet.

So this divorce is
really for my benefit?

How stupid do you think I am?

Or blind?

Do you really think that I
don't know what you're up to?

Don't insult my intelligence.

That little scene
in the hotel room...

Catching you in bed
with Kimberly Cryder...

And do you really think that I
don't know who her father is?

Or how much Westar
stock he controls?

If there is a Charade,
love of my life...

that's it.

Well, if this is a Charade, it must be
very painful. Why do you put up with it?

The pathetic part of
the whole thing is that

you really don't care
about Kimberly Cryder.

All she is is just a stepping stone
on the road to get Ewing Oil back.

You know I'm trying
to get Ewing Oil back?

I know lots of things, darling.

Sue Ellen, you and I
have had our moments...

but as of now, there's only
two things in life that I love.

My company and my son.

Probably in that order.

There's no truth
to that, you know it.

Nevertheless, I want them both.

Hmm.

Yes, I know you do.

And that's why I'm going to
put up with this painful marriage.

You're never gonna lose John
Ross. But if I don't give you a divorce...

you're never gonna
get that company.

See you at dinner, my love.

Hmm.

- He||o?
- Hi, April. It's me.

Nick, where are you?

Never mind. I'm out of
town. I'll be back tomorrow.

Nick, you disappear.

I'm hiding out in a hotel room.

I'm starting to get very
nervous about what's going on.

We", just hang tight till tomorrow. When
I get back, I'll explain everything to you.

Goodbye.

Hi, this is April.

I'm not home right now, but if
you leave a message and I like it...

I might call you back. Bye.

It's a little after 8. I'm
just checking messages.

April...

it's .J.R. Ewing here.

It's time to sell that stock.

Call me, honey.

Hi, April, it's Bobby.

I just wanted to say hello.

I'm going to Washington
for a couple of days.

I'll see you when I
get back, okay? Bye.

Miss Stevens...

stopped by your apartment the
other day-You might have noticed.

We found a couple
things, like a...

A folder with some interesting
information about a Mr. Lombardi.

We got a couple questions
we wanna ask you about it.

We'" check back.

Terry. Oh, that looks lovely. Why don't
you take that and put it on the table?

Yes, ma'am.

Hi.

Hi.

I... I'm not too early, am I?

If a party were being
thrown in my honor...

I'd probably wanna
be fashionably late.

- Oops.
- But I'm glad you're here. Come in.

Thanks.

Wow. This is a beautiful
spread you've laid out.

- It's all for a good cause.
- Ha-ha.

Oh, I didn't tell you.
Baxter's coming.

Baxter?
- The guy from Justice I told you about.

Oh, good.

He can't make a
decision on his own...

but he carries weight
in the department.

Tell me something...

is there anybody in this town
that you can't get to it you want it?

Senator Dowling's name
does open up a lot of doors.

Well, he obviously trusts you.

And using his name gives
you a lot of power, doesn't it?

Which I never abuse.

But you enjoy it,
right? Thank you.

What I enjoy is
making things happen.

Putting people together and seeing
what kind of sparks get created.

Well, if you can make
this happen for Ewing Oil...

I'm forever in your debt.

You know, they...

They say that a lot of power
sometimes can be, um...

an aphrodisiac.

Is that so?

- That's just what they tell me.
- Hmm.

Saved by the bell.

Thanks for coming.

I was afraid you wouldn't.

Well, if it really is to say
goodbye, how could I refuse?

Would you like something
to drink before dinner?

- Just a plain soda for me.
- I'll have another Scotch.

- Still drinking, huh?
- Only sometimes.

I need to know
something, Laurel.

I've had this
horrifying fear that...

That maybe it was
all in my imagination...

that maybe you never
did love me at all.

Don't say that, Even.
Of course I loved you.

You were smothering
me. Don't you realize?

Yes. Yes, I do now, but...

I mean. I had to be where you
wanted, do what you wanted...

and dress how you wanted me to.

I know.

It must have been awful for you.

Not always.

There were some nice times.

I just wanted to give you
so many things, Laurel.

Yes, but that's what you didn't
understand, Even. I didn't want things.

- I just wanted us to be together.
- I know.

And what killed it, you
know. Was your jealousy.

You really gotta do
something about that.

Oh, you're absolutely
right. And I have.

Look, that's all over
with, I promise you, Laurel.

- You'|| see.
- Here we are.

I'll be right back
with your menus.

What do you mean, �I'll see�? I thought
you were flying back to London tomorrow?

I am. And I want
you to come with me.

Brett.

Look, Laurel, I have changed.

I promise you. Give
me a chance to prove it.

I don't believe this.

Plane ticket. First
class. Seat next to mine.

You might as well tum it in,
because I'm not gonna use it.

Please, Laurel.

What is there for you here?

Living in this
foreign place with...

Surrounded by people who don't
know you, don't even care about you.

Hardly speak our language?

You've got to
put a stop to this.

How can you tum your
back on your own kind?

Stop it.

Brett, we did love each
other once, but it's over.

And it you can accept that
and accept me as just a friend...

then we can have a nice dinner.

But if you can't,
then I'm leaving.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- You too.

- Why don't we get together on that thing?
- I appreciate it. Bye.

Bobby Ewing.

- You are in the wrong business.
- Why? What did I do?

You charmed the whole
party, is what you did.

- You have a real talent for politicking.
- Maybe.

But I have no
interest in politics.

Really?

I thought you were a
Texas state senator once.

I was. I just
didn't care for it.

Well, you sure
seemed to know the drill.

You glad-handed your
way through the party...

like Lyndon Johnson
through a convention.

Well, I do have a little
experience in that department.

You see, when I first went to
work for my daddy, my job...

Well... Heh.

I guess in polite circles,
you could call me a bagman.

- Really?
- Yeah.

He used to send me out on the road
with a briefcase full of addresses...

and season tickets
to the ball game.

- My job was to pass out the three B's.
- Three B's?

Yeah. Booze, breads and booty.

And to whom did you
distribute your B's?

To anybody who
could help Ewing Oil.

Well, well, with a talent like that,
you'd feel right at home in Washington.

Kay, I'm starting to feel
pretty much at home right now.

Yes.

Well, I can't tell you how sorry I
am to bring this evening to an end.

But you're tempting me to do
something I'm not going to do...

until I know you
a whole lot better.

Really?

And what is that?

Never mind.

Now, would you please leave?

Please?

Thanks for everything.

Good night.

Oh.

Nick.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

- You look weird.
- Yeah, well, there's a lot happening.

Tell me about it.

They called me.

- Here?
- No. On my phone machine.

But they said they were
gonna come back and see me.

Yeah, well, that's what happens.

You let the toothpaste out of the
tube, it doesn't wanna go back in.

Nick, I'm scared.

What am I gonna do?

Run?

Where?

Where are you gonna run, April?

They're better at finding
than you are at hiding.

Well, then what am I gonna do?

Nothing.

Just go home.

Hah.

And what happens
when they show up?

April, they don't want you.

They're only after you because
you're a pipeline to me, that's all.

Well, I'm not gonna
tell them anything.

- You're joking, right?
- No.

April...

do you know what
these men can do to you?

Do yourself a favor. When they
come for you, don't play any games.

Just give them my name
and my address, that's all.

But what about you?

If they killed that
detective, they could kill you.

What happens between me and
them is my business, not yours.

I just wish you would have
realized that a long time ago.

- My usual, George.
- Yes, sir.

I'm glad you could come.

What's on your mind, David?

I just wanted to buy
you a farewell drink.

Going somewhere?

Yeah.

I'm leaving Dallas.

But you've been
really terrific to me.

Buying my paintings
and everything.

So I just wanted to buy you
a drink and say thank you.

Good luck, wherever
you're headed.

Thank you.

But...

there is one more...

Just a little thing I
think I'm gonna need.

- What's that?
- Fifty thousand dollars.

What?

You see, Clayton... You
see, I've come to realize...

that me asking you for dribs and
drabs of money like I have been...

well, that's kind of...

beneath the both of us.

So I just figured we finish
this thing in one fell swoop.

I can't believe
what I'm hearing.

Well, you know, it's not like
I'm not offering you anything.

Oh, I don't want any
more of your paintings.

Oh, you see, I wasn't
talking about my paintings.

I was talking about my silence.

I know you love your wife.

I'm sure you wouldn't
want me to go over there...

and tell her what you and
Laurel have been up to.

Laurel and I haven't
been up to anything.

At least not what you think.

That might be kind of hard
to try and prove to your wife.

But, ha-ha...

like I said, she
doesn't have to know.

- Hey. Hey.
- You're a stupid young man, Shulton.

- Take it easy.
- If you think I'm gonna...

put up with blackmail.

Fifty thousand dollars and
my lips are sealed forever.

Your lips are sealed right now.

If I ever...

ever hear of you
approaching my wife...

you won't live to
see the next day.

Darling, what's the matter?

Set the pieces up over
here and let's start playing.

Daddy, I'm worried.

About what?

- Maybe I'm gonna beat you?
- No.

About this fight
you've staffing with JR.

It frightens me.

It really frightens me.

Don't worry about that.

Benet men Khan JR.
Ewing have tried to break me.

But look at you.

You're confined
to your wheelchair.

Your heart's in bad shape.

And you're always
having to use that oxygen.

Which means that I'm breathing.

And as long as I am breathing,
nobody's gonna take my company from me.

Can't you compromise with him?

I think you mean
surrender, don't you?

Daddy...

the company is
not worth your life.

Here, let me set the pieces up.

You're not paying any
attention to what you're doing.

Not worth my life.

Let me tell you
something, darling.

Life isn't worth anything...

if you're not
willing to live it.

And living it for you is
getting into this battle.

Well, J.R. started it, not me...

but I'm going to oblige him.

Look at you. You love it.

You don't even care
if it kills you, do you?

Well, now, let's just say this.

If it does, at least I
went down fighting.

- Who is it?
- It's J.R. Come on, open up.

- Say, what's going on with you, anyway?
- Nothing.

Yeah?

You look something
the cat dragged in.

I wasn't expecting
anybody, that's all.

Well, I can see that.

From the looks of
things, you could use help.

What do you want, J.R.?

I want you to sell that Westar
stock. What's holding you up?

I'm sorry, I'm just
not gonna do it.

I don't wanna hear that.

And don't you threaten me again.
I already told Bobby, all right?

- About you and me going to bed together?
- That's right.

- Ha. What did he have to say?
- That's no more your business.

- Leave.
- You're about to make a mistake.

- I'm not gonna let you do it.
- J.R., I have a lot on my mind.

- Selling that stock is very important.
- Just leave me alone.

You took my advice once, bought
Westar stock, made money off it.

If you don't take my advice,
you're gonna lose half of everything.

I don't have time
to think about it.

- Give it some thought.
- J.R.!

Half of what you've
got down the tube.

Okay. Okay, I'll sell.

- Today?
- Yes. I'll call Meese-Cate.

Just as soon as you leave.

It's the best decision you
ever made in your life, honey.

God.

Clayton, what are
you doing here?

Waiting for you.

Well, you certainly know
my schedule, don't you?

- We, uh, have to talk.
- Sure.

I wanna know what you
know about David Shulton.

David? Well, I don't know. I've
known him about eight or nine months.

Did you know that he's been
trying to extort money from me?

- What?
- That's right.

Well, I know he sold
you some paintings but...

He sold me one painting.

Then he borrowed $2000.

And then he brought me a copy
of the painting I'd just bought.

And get me to lend
him another $2000.

I had no idea he was
doing that sort of thing.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

You don't think I put
him up to it, do you?

I'd certainly hope not.

Of course I didn't.

Clayton, how could you
even think such a thing?

I'm sorry.

It's just that we haven't
known each other very long...

and when your friend got to
doing what he's been doing...

Well, what exactly
has he been doing?

I mean, borrowing money off you?

It's not very nice, but
it's not terrible either.

And you didn't
have to give it to him.

No, I didn't.

But his latest little request, just a
few hours ago, was for $50,000.

Fifty thousand?

And he didn't just
ask for the money.

He threatened to tell my
wife I've been seeing you...

if I didn't give it to him.

But that's blackmail.

Yes, it is.

Clayton, I can't believe it.

I'm so sorry.

- I'm gonna talk to David.
- No, you stay out of it.

I just wanna make sure
that you're not involved.

Of course I'm not.

Oh, Clayton.

Mr. Pearce is on Line 1.

Hi, Nick.

Where have you been? I
must've called you a dozen times.

Yeah, hi. I've been out of town.

Well, I can't wait to see you.

I have things I wanna tell you.

Yeah, well, I gotta
talk to you too.

I could meet you
at your apartment.

No, that's not good for me.

Why don't you just
stay at the office...

and I will meet you at
about 7 or 7:30, okay?

Well, I can't wait.

Yeah, me too, goodbye.

Yes, Kelly.

There's a Mrs. Clyde! out here,
she says that you know her?

Yes, I know her,
all right. Send her in.

Mrs. Cryder.

Kimberly.

What a joy.

And to what do I owe this honor?

What kind of a woman
stays with a man...

after finding him in
bed with someone else?

How did I know that was exactly
what you were going to ask?

I don't understand, Sue
Ellen. I could never do it.

Of course you could,
don't put yourself down.

I'm sure you could do anything
to achieve your petty desires.

I don't believe you
answered my question.

I don't think that's the
question you wanted answered.

I want to know...

when you're getting out.

That's the question
you wanted answered.

Truth is so
refreshing, isn't it?

Hmm.

Well, the answer to
that question is, I'm not.

I'm going to stay married
to J.R. until the end of time.

Just so you can't get him...

and he can't get Westar.

Because that's all he
wants from you, you know.

Is it?

You don't think he
loves you, do you?

I mean, even you don't have your
head buried that far in the sand.

There are many kinds
of love, Sue Ellen.

Well, I hope you
find one of them.

But don't count on me to help.

- Where is he?
- I'm sorry.

He's in there, buzz him.

Never mind.

Ewing, I gotta talk to you.

- Who let him in?
- I'm sorry, J.R.

He rushed right past me.

Courtesy and the Barneses
never did go together.

Did you see the market, huh?

Westar is plunging.

- Didn't move that much.
- That much?

Down eight points in two
days, and it's still going down.

You don't see me
worrying, do you?

No, I don't see you worrying because
you probably already sold yours.

- Well, I'm gonna sell mine.
- Is that a fact?

Yeah, I'm not gonna lose
millions just to suit you.

- What's gonna happen to the proxies?
- You're gonna have to live without them.

Oh.

In that case, I guess you have to find
another way to get your gas to market.

Wait a minute.

I did what you said. I
kept my part of the bargain.

I know you did.

That's why I'm letting you pipe
your gas across my property.

But if you don't have those
shares, I don't have my proxies.

And if I don't have my
proxies, goodbye pipeline.

- Don't do this to me, J.R.
- Fair is fair.

You love this. Putting me
between a rock and a hard place.

I must say, it makes
a pretty picture.

April...

over here.

I would've been happy to
meet you at the apartment.

No. Here's fine.

Can I get you something?

- Yeah, I'd like a white wine, please.
- Yes, ma'am.

Are you all right?
You look a little tense.

I'm fine.

What's up?

Uh... Here. Let's sit over
here, it's more comfortable.

Thank you.

April, the...

The last time I was
at your apartment...

you pretty much baled your soul.

Yes, I did, didn't I?

And I didn't respond.

Well, I didn't give
you much of a chance.

- And then you went out of town.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

I've thought a lot
about what you said.

I like you, April.
I like you a lot.

And we've had some
terrific times together.

What makes me think I'm not
gonna like what I'm about to hear?

It's just that, for me...

I don't think it's gonna
amount to anything more than...

terrific times.

I see.

Then JR. was fight.

You can't get over my
going to bed with him.

It has nothing to do with J.R.

- Really?
- What you did with him is your business.

I can even understand
your feelings at the time.

He can be persuasive
when he wants to be.

So, what you're saying
is that it's personal.

That it's really me
you're not interested in.

April, please don't make
it more difficult for me.

I like you, I said that.

I just don't think we're
right for one another.

Well, maybe I was right when I
said you were still in love with Pam.

Yeah, maybe you were.

I'd like us to still befriends.

Sure.

Here's to friendship.

Enter the mystery man.

Hello, Sue Ellen.

Where on earth have you been?

I told you, out of town.

Oh. Okay, keep it a
secret, see if I care.

Mm. Why didn't we meet at your
apartment? It's more comfortable.

It was easier for me to
meet you here. Besides, uh...

I don't have a lot of time.

What do you mean, you
don't have a lot of time?

I have things I have to tell you. So
much has happened since you left.

Like what?

Well, like J.R. and I have
come to an understanding.

You're not moving out, are you?

No.

But I'm going to live
my life the way I want...

with whomever I want.

So it a certain gentleman
would like to invite me...

to go away for a weekend,
I just might agree to go.

Look, it's not good timing
for me right now, Sue Ellen.

- Nick.
- I've got some personal problems...

I gotta take care of.

Personal problems?

Whew. Family problems.

I'm gonna be making myself
a little invisible for a while.

Nick, what are
you talking about?

You're not leaving
Dallas, I hope?

No, I'm just not sure...

what I'm going
to be doing. I am...

I'm just not gonna be
able to see you for a while.

- You're not gonna be able to see me?
- Right.

And I'm not gonna be
able to call you, either.

Heh. Now, wait a minute.

What's this all about? What
are you trying to tell me?

I'm telling you all I can tell you.
You're gonna have to trust me.

Like I said, it's
a family matter.

And it's not something
I can talk to you about.

I'll be in touch with
you as soon as I can.

Hey! Where do you think
you're going, young lady?

Oh, God.

After all the promises
you made us.

Just where were
you going, anyhow?

Just... It's not important.

The hell it's not important.

What's going on?

I came down here and I found
Charlie sneaking out of the house.

- At midnight?
- I wasn't sneaking.

Well, you sure didn't ask
anybody's permission, miss.

No, you didn't.

You've gotta be kidding.

I think it's time we all sat down and
took a real hard look at what's going on.

Yeah, I think you're right.

Miss Stevens?

I'll take those.

I'll take those.

Next on Dallas:

Why are you making
this difficult for yourself?

Money won't buy you a new face.

I wanna get back at people
who took Daddy's company.

What are you up to?

Damn it, Clayton. Who is she?

- Cliff, are you all right?
- Westar is going down the tubes.

You'd do anything to
break me up with Randy.

You're gonna get tired. I'm
not telling you nothing else.

Something I wanted
do since I first met you.

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