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She told me you were the father.

She did?

If you know what's good, you
won't say a word about this.

Trust me, Daddy. It
will be our little secret.

- This is the woman I'm looking for.
- Well, I'll try, Bobby.

Just a name.

You got no morals, no scruples.
You might be worthy of me yet.

That little where is
trying to crucify me.

I couldn't go home and
I couldn't have the baby.

I'm going to change
his life totally.

You better get it in your thick
head there is no Ewing Oil anymore.

But one Ewing works
here, it's still Ewing Oil.

Tomorrow will be fine.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.

Boss.

I thought as long as we'll be sharing
J.R., it would be nice to know one another.

What an odd thing to say.

It really is too bad.

This doesn't have
to end with Ewing Oil.

It's about time you turned up.

Did you miss me?

Sometimes, five minutes away
from you seems like a lifetime.

April Ewing, you are
an incurable romantic.

I told you all along I was
the perfect woman for you.

And now that we're
married, I'm gonna prove it.

How?

I'm not gonna tell my secrets.

I'm gonna unfold for you...

just like a mystery novel.

We're gonna have a
wonderful life together.

Ahem. Hello. LIZ: It's Liz.

Sorry to can so late but 1 knew
you would want to hear the news.

You got an ID on the photo?

Took a week of shaking
every government tree 1 could.

But we now know the real name of
that woman in Paris and a lot more.

- I'll be right over.
- I'm not back in town yet.

But 1 can be at Southfork
first thing in the morning.

Do you have the Petro Tech file?

Yeah, of course, I do.

I'll see you then.

Thanks, Liz, goodbye.

Mmm.

I'm starved.

There's nothing like a slow
seduction to whet the appetite.

But it's been a week
since you kissed him.

Don't you think that's
just a little too slow?

J.R. and Vanessa have a relationship
that has been smoldering for decades.

Breaking that up and doing it well
is going to take a lot of patient effort.

I don't see how you do it.

I mean, he is so despicable.

How can you stand
seeing so much of his face?

Because the payoff is
going to be so sweet.

Taking his company.

Wrecking his engagement.

And with any luck, I might even
cost him one or both of his sons.

I know you told me all the
things that he did to you...

when you were
in college together.

But what make me think that
there's something else going on?

You're very intuitive, Michelle.

There is something else
that J.R. did to me back then.

But it's really too
painful to even tell you.

I just wish there was something
else I could do to help you.

Oh, but there is.

I think you'll enjoy it.

Liz, so you got a positive ID.

Good morning to you too.

I'm sorry, I haven't been getting
sleep, it's hell on my manners.

Come on in. Tracy
made some coffee.

You don't look very well. I'm sure
it didn't help that I wake you up.

No, I'm glad you called, really.

Please, sit down.

I didn't mean to be rude but
could we get to the information?

Of course.

Well, the woman in Paris, as
we know, is not Sheila Foley.

Her real name is Hillary Taylor.

Born and raised
in Midland, Texas.

Harvard MBA, London
School of Economics.

A model career in banking.

Ending as founder and co-owner
of Red Rock Savings and Loan.

Which went bust.

And shortly thereafter, Hillary Taylor
vanished off the face of the Earth.

Red Rock Savings and Loan.

She did Business with
Foley and Petra Tech.

So she and John Foley
did business together.

And both companies
went belly up.

Liz.

She was so emotional in Paris.

Her plan to avenge John
Foley was so personal.

It doesn't make sense.

There's got to be
something else.

Did she have any family?

All dead as far as we know.

So there's nobody.

Her partner, co-owner of the
s and I, he's still in Midland.

My jet has been repaired, will you
fly down there with me tomorrow?

Sure, just let me tell Cliff.

How's it coming?

I keep trying to catch us
some deals here in Texas...

but you've got me tied up
with your Venezuelan problems.

That's because you're
so good at what you do.

Thank you.

Well, a simple "thank
you" is very nice...

but another 5 percent of the
company would be a hell of a lot nicer.

Seems clear you're
going to deserve it.

Of course, there is another
way you can increase your profits.

You can sell me this building,
along with some Ewing fields.

And I can build
them up real big.

And cut you in for a major
portion of the black ink.

Now, what do you say to that?

J.R., it will only
be a little longer...

and then you'll practically have
the whole company to yourself.

Look, can I get personal?

Sure.

I wanna apologize for that
kiss last week. It was out of line.

Oh, there's no reason
for you to apologize.

The way you and I
work together, it's...

It's so close.

Just the way it used to
be with my late husband.

Oh, we were such great
partners both in and out of bed.

I get carried away
by my emotions, J.R.

It's really my only weakness.

But don't worry.

I won't let it happen again.

Mm. It's my favorite sound.

What is?

Your key in my luck.

I missed you.

I'm glad you're back.

You say the nicest things.

Although your food skills
could use a little work.

Look at that, you want some?

Sure, but I'll serve myself.

By the way, I have to go to
Midland tomorrow with Bobby.

Yeah?

I hope you don't mind
that I'm still helping him.

Mm-mm. No problem, just as
long as you spend the night here.

That's a deal.

I see you're following the
McKay trial as closely as I've been.

Oh, you can't read a damn paper
without seeing something about it.

I wish it would be over so
we can get on with our lives.

Yeah, so do I. Oh.

Dave Culver
stopped in the office.

Looks like I might be going
to Washington after all.

- Oh, Cliff, that's great.
- Oh!

Oh, ho, ho. Look what you did.

I guess you'll just have
to take your pants off.

Are you trying to seduce me?

Either that or
Chinese water torture.

Take your pick.

- I think you better take these home, J.R.
- All right.

- Anything else?
- No, that's fine.

- Okay, good night.
- Yeah.

- Good night, J.R.
- Bye.

Good night, ladies.

- Oh, I'm so glad I found you.
- Well, what's wrong?

Allegio Casul called
me at my hotel.

The refinery is shutdown in
Maracaibo. We're going to shortfall.

What about the Ewing refinery?

I could stall some of
our regular customers.

And then we could ship the stuff down
there with only about a three-day lag.

That's the answer.

Oh. Thank God you're here to
help me J.R. Come on, let's get on it.

Say, couldn't this
wait till tomorrow?

I've got some dinner plans. You
look like you're going somewhere.

Well, I was going
to the theater, but...

I need you, J.R.

Please cancel your plans.

All right, I'll see
what I can do.

Fine, I understand, J.R.

Good night.

Oh, thank you.

Does that mean Mr. Ewing
won't be joining you after all?

I'm afraid not.

Would you like to order anyway?

No, Dora Mae.

I never have liked dining alone.

And I'm not going to tonight.

I understand, Mrs. Beaumont.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Hello, Vanessa.
- Oh.

- How are you?
- Fine, thank you.

How are you?

Well, it doesn't look as
if my date is gonna show.

I find it hard to believe that
any man would stand you up.

It's funny to hear you say that
considering what your own son did to me.

From what I've heard, I
suspected that you knew James.

But it sounds as
if there's more to it.

Typical that James
didn't tell you about me.

You know, we had a
real special relationship.

No, I didn't know.

In fact...

In fact, I was really
in love with him.

- Oh.
- I wish I could get over it.

But I just can't stop
thinking about him.

Even seeing you
is painful for me.

I'm... I'm very sorry.

Look.

I don't mean to make you
feel uncomfortable or anything.

But I really think it would help
if I talk to you about James.

Would you like to come over
for coffee day after tomorrow?

I'm not much of a
Dear Abby, Michelle.

But it would mean so much to me.

Why?

I just think I could get over the hurt
better if I understand more about him.

I know it's an
imposition, but please?

Here's my address.

Say 4:00?

All right.

- I'll be there.
- Thanks.

Good night.

Detective Bussey, where in
fact was the water glass found?

On a table about 4 feet
from John Danzig's body.

Now, forensics has told us that
Carter McKay's prints were on that glass.

Did you, in fact,
interview the hotel maid?

Yes, sir.

And did she not confirm that the water
glass had been changed that very morning?

Hotel policy.

Which convincingly places Carter McKay
in the room on the night of the murder.

Our client has already
admitted visiting Mr. Danzig.

He also admitted threatening
Mr. Danzig as we all heard on the tape.

Objection.
- Mr. Carter.

He admitted attempting to
conceal his presence in the hotel.

He also admitted using
his wife as a phony alibi.

Mr. Carter, that's enough.

No, Your Honor, I've had enough.

Why doesn't Carter McKay also
just admit that he killed John Danzig...

save the taxpayers a fortune?

Mr. Carter, stop.

The jury will please disregard
the district attorney's performance.

This isn't a circus and
I'm not a ringmaster.

So please, leave
the trapeze at home.

I apologize to the
court, Your Honor.

Ten-minute recess.

- Paul Keats?
- That's right.

Do I know you?

- My name is Bobby Ewing.
- Ewing Oil?

Well, my company no
longer exists, sort of like yours.

What do you want?

I'm looking for your
ex-partner, Hillary Taylor.

Well, I haven't seen her since our
savings and loan went under, sorry.

She is responsible for a
major international incident.

- I don't care, Mr. Ewing.
- Which led to the death of my wife.

I'm not gonna talk
about Hillary and that's it.

Now get out of my way.

Mr. Keats, I need your help and
right now you are my only hope.

Look, I'm not gonna
help you, period.

Then why don't you
answer me one question?

How come I go to the office of a bankrupt
savings and loan president this morning...

the office of a man
involved in one of the

largest bank failures
in the state of Texas...

to find impressionist
paintings, Chippendale desk...

and more antique silver
than you find in a museum?

You're no stranger
to independent wealth.

That's a lot of bull.

I happen to know that you and Hillary
started Red Rock Savings and Loan...

with $50,000 and a couple of
key government connections.

Now, you're hiding more
than an ex-partner, Mr. Keats.

And if you're half as smart as you think,
you're gonna tell me what I wanna know.

You know what I like
about this country?

If you make enough
money, you're above the law.

Why don't you spend
yours and I'll spend mine.

I'm not surprised you
had trouble with Keats.

He's a slick customer.

While you were stonewalled, I
worked some of my channels.

And came up with that government
jacket on Red Rock 8 and I.

You're a very handy
lady to have around.

But I don't get it, if the feds
are dying to nail Keats on fraud...

what's stopping them?

As you can see from that
file, they almost have a case.

All they need
is a paper trail...

the location of his off-shore bank
or his phony umbrella company.

He's clearly good
at hiding things.

Yeah, like Hillary
Taylor's location.

Maybe.

Well, he knows
something. I'm sure of that.

That's why I wanna set him up.

- How?
- I don't know.

Is there anything in here on
his vices? Drugs, booze, women?

Oh, he's a major lady's man.

Some of his biggest depositors
were rich older women.

Although, he prefers them
firm, young and willing.

You know, I used to occasionally
wear a wire with Johnny Dancer.

I could wear one again.

I can't ask you to do that, Liz.

Oh, come on, my entire wardrobe
was designed for seduce and sting.

Seriously, I can handle this.

We just have to work out a
script, and pick the right spot.

I think Mr. Keats is
about to meet his match.

Well, I don't know what I
would do without you, Sly.

I guess I'll just have to give you one of
those "employee of the month" plaques.

Mrs. De La Vega wrote
nine business letters today...

and two personal ones.

As usual, I copied them all.

Wow.

Yeah, that's quite a haul. Do
you think anything slipped by you?

No, sir, they're all there.

Oh, and take a look at this one.

I think it's to her
sister-in-law in Caracas.

Listen to this.

"I'm trying so hard to hide my
feelings but J.R. is so much like Roberto.

I know I shouldn't let any
man control me ever again...

but sometimes I feel this
urge to just let him take charge."

My God, I don't believe that.

Yeah, you do seem to
have a strange effect on her.

Yeah, I do, don't I?

Yeah, I do.

The trouble is he's much
too clever to fool for long.

Meaning what?

Now that I've slipped him that
phony letter to my sister-in-law...

I'm going to speed
up the seduction.

How?

Well, let's just say, J.R. and
I are going to take a little trip.

J.R. Now, let me
get this straight.

You want me to fly this
weekend with you to Caracas?

- Is that right?
- That's right.

- To do what?
- To help me sell off that damn refinery.

I've had too much
trouble with it.

Then I can buy another
one here in Texas.

Oh, well, I don't think
that's a real good idea.

I mean, what the hell, you got
the best of both worlds as it is.

Well, maybe it's your influence.

But I'm enjoying the oil business a
lot more now that I'm here in Dallas.

Why shouldn't I expand here?

Well, I just thought you were
planning on moving back to Venezuela...

leaving me up here
to run the show.

I suppose that's still possible.

But you'll have to come to Caracas
with me if you want to discuss it.

Well, to tell you the truth, I am
not real partial to South America.

It's where I lost my daddy.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

But Venezuela is quite
beautiful in a romantic sort of way.

I think once you see it through my eyes,
you'll like things south of the border.

Isn't it true that, initially,
you lied to the police...

claiming that you spent the night
in question with Carter McKay?

I explained all that.

Yes or no?

Yes, but...

Then you went to Detective
Bussey and you changed your mind.

Why?

- It was my conscience. Mm-hm.

Or were you just
paying him back?

Prosecution is using
you as a key witness...

to convince the jury that
Carter McKay is lying.

But I submit that you're the one
who's incapable of telling the truth.

Objection.

Sustained.

Mr. King, get to the point.

As we all know...

the wife has no legal obligation
to testify against her husband.

Yet here you are, Mrs. McKay.

And there is your husband.

A mum-millionaire corporate CEO.

Married you, a small-town
hairdresser for love.

Can you really sit there and
tell us that he's the kind of man...

who would go to a hotel room himself
and gun down a man in cold blood?

Objection.

And you accuse
me of a trapeze act?

Can I say something, Your Honor?

Objection sustained.

And yes, Mrs. McKay,
you may speak.

If it's germane to
the area of inquiry.

Well, I'm not really sure what that
means, but I just wanna say this.

I don't care what anybody
thinks about me anymore.

But I didn't marry
Mac for his money.

I married him because
he said he trusted me.

And that's why...

I slept with the men he
asked me to sleep with.

And that's why I lied when
he asked me to lie for him.

He's not a bad person.

But yes.

I think he was capable
of killing that man.

Objection, Your Honor, I move that
her testimony be stricken from the record.

Hello.

Oh, dear, are you all right?

I'm sorry, I've just
been crying. I'll be okay.

Perhaps I should
come back another time.

No, I need to talk to you.

Please, come on in.

I just brought out these
photographs of James and me.

Oh.

I don't know, they
just start me off crying.

Here, here, let me.

Do you think I'm stupid for
loving a man that doesn't love me?

I mean, it just seems
like a huge mistake.

I don't know a
woman in the world...

who hasn't fallen madly in love
with the wrong man at least once.

It's all part of life.

Sometimes, it's the best part.

You know, I was married
when I first met J.R.

And yet, our affair was the most
wonderful relationship I have ever known.

That's the way I felt about
James until it was over.

Why did you break
up in the first place?

Actually, it was
J.R. that broke us up.

He tricked me into taking
a job in the Bahamas...

so he could split us up.

J.R. did that?

But why?

I guess he just wanted
James all to himself.

That's why he ruined all
of James' business deals.

There was this big
one with Duke Carlisle.

It would have made
James a fortune.

But J.R. wanted James
to stick to Ewing Oil.

You know, so they
could be together.

He interfered that much?

The worse was when he was
sleeping with that Diana Farrington...

to get her committee vote.

He used James to cover up the
fact that he was cheating on Cally.

Just think it's that sick
father-son relationship...

just messed everything up.

I'm sorry, I'm a terrible host.

- I have some croissants in the kitchen.
- Uh...

No, thank you, Michelle, I...

I don't really have
much of an appetite.

You're not eating very much.

And you're not saying very much.

Is something wrong?

Yes.

But I don't want to
talk about it, not yet.

Well, since we're an awkward
subjects, I got one for you.

I'm listening.

I'm flying down to Caracas tomorrow
night with LeeAnn De La Vega.

Weekend.

We have a refinery to sell.

I know you're not
asking my permission...

but I haven't seen
very much of you lately.

Well, now, you're the one who
wanted me to fight for my company.

J.R., I think LeeAnn De La
Vega has feelings for you...

and that makes me
very uncomfortable.

What feelings?

I don't like her, she
doesn't like me. That's it.

I don't want you to
go to Caracas with her.

Darling, I'm trying to put
her in my debt not my bed.

I think you're overreacting.

I'm just frightened for us.

Please, don't go.

Well, I'm sorry, I have to.

Have you heard? They
found Carter McKay guilty.

- Go.
- Test, test, test.

Test, test.

- Okay.
- Okay.

So, what's so special
about the Midland Cantina?

Well, from what I hear...

they have a kind of happy
hour that Paul Keats just loves.

Lots of ladies?

Mm-hm. Party girls.

I thought casual pick-ups
were out of vague.

All it's gonna take is one
sweet old-fashioned gal.

Here I am. So are we
gonna nail him tomorrow?

To the wall.

I can't wait.

Hello.

Yeah.

Yes, Cliff, she's right
here. Hang on, hang on.

Hi, Cliff, What is it?

No, no, I can't.

Cliff, I promised
Bobby, I... Cliff.

Okay.

I understand.
Yeah, I'll be there.

I love you too.

What's the matter?

I have to go back to
Dallas tonight, Bobby.

Why?

He didn't say.

Liz, I need you here.

Keats goes on vacation,
we can't do this next week.

Call him back.

He needs me, Bobby.

And tonight I have to
put my life ahead of yours.

I'm sorry.

Things really that bad?

They're that bad.

Hard to believe a good-looking man like
you could have a whole lot of problems.

Not a whole lot, just one.

But it's a good one.

You know, I'm pretty
good at chasing the blues.

Thanks, but I'm not interested.

Now, how do you
know until you try?

I do have a favorite
little game I like to play.

Is that a fact?

It is.

It's called The Price is Right.

Dare I ask how this
game of yours is played?

Well, I say a price
and if it's right...

- I win. Guaranteed.

I'm smart, I'm pretty.

And when it comes to men...

there isn't much I can't do.

You know, you might be right.

Maybe you are
exactly what I need.

Come on.

Only we'll play my
game, Price is No Object.

Cliff.

I got here as soon as I could.

What is it?

What's wrong?

Come on, talk to me.

My life is so screwed up.

Uh...

I was so sure.

What are you talking about?

I just knew McKay
was gonna beat it.

There was just no way
that they could convict him.

I just knew it.

I thought that he would get off.

This whole thing
would just blew over.

I wouldn't have any worries...

about losing you or my career.

Cliff, you're never
gonna lose me.

What are you saying?

You don't know, do you?

Know what?

They convicted McKay.

Fine.

He did it, they
convicted him, it's over.

But it's not.

Why not?

Because he's not guilty.

They convicted him.

But he's not guilty.

How can you be so sure?

Because he's not.

How do you know?

Because I am.

Because I did it.

Because I killed Johnny Dancer.

God.

Oh, God.

I was so sure that
he would get off.

And this whole thing
would just fade away.

And then everything
would be all right.

They found him
guilty, all right?

And now...

He's facing a murder charge.

The death penalty.

But I killed him.

How did it happen?

Uh, it was...

It was a pretty horrible thing.

Face it, Cliffy, she's mine.

Let her go, Dancer.

Are you kidding?

You know how hot Liz is.

This time it's gonna
be better than ever.

In fact, if you're lucky I
might even let you watch.

You are a son of a bitch.

Careful now, CI iffy.

You know I'm just looking for
a reason to blow your head off.

CUFF�. And that's
exactly how it happened.

I knew it was self-defense
but 1 didn't know he was dead.

I just panicked.

All 1 could see was your
face and my career gone.

My life behind bars.

I couldn't think straight.

So 1 did the wrong thing.

I ran.

And I've been
running ever since.

Don't ever doubt my love, Cliff.

Even

I'm glad you told me.

Now what?

Now we're together.

Yeah.

- Whoa, excuse me.
- I'm sorry, my fault.

You're absolutely right. Now
you're gonna have to buy me a drink.

You're gonna have to show me
the bar because I'm new in town.

- How new?
- This is my first day as a matter of fact.

Mama always told
me I was a lucky boy.

Hold on, you're not an oilman,
are you? I don't do oilmen.

No, no, honey, I'm a banker.

- You're kidding.
- That a problem?

Oh, well, I don't know.

I have this kind of
kinky thing, I guess.

I love the business
section of the newspaper.

There's something about numbers.
They just kind of turn me on.

You know, on second
thought, I'll buy the drinks.

I can't believe it was so easy.

Scamming all those suckers
and just sailing off into the sunset.

Well, it was boom time, we
were making loans like crazy.

And I made myself
take a huge hunk...

for myself out of every
single transaction.

And do you know that they
wanted to nail me for that?

But, hey, everyone was doing it.

You know what I find sexy?

- What?
- Deregulation.

Yeah.

Along with federal guarantees.

Gave smart boys like you a
chance to make good money.

Yeah.

Thank you for telling
me how you did it.

Maybe I'm not very smart...

but what could you do
with all that cash you made?

You can't put it in the
bank. You can't spend it.

Wrong.

I've got accounts in two great
banks in the Grand Cayman Islands.

All stashed under
my uncle's name.

What a guy.

Why don't you forget about that
drink, come back to my place?

I've got a $2 million
painting hanging over my bed.

Sorry, but I think you put the screws
to enough of the American public.

Thanks for the bucks, Bobby.
I'll drop the wire in your car.

Thank you, Jill.

Hello, Keats.

- Remember me?
- What's your game?

Well, it's not Candid
Camera, but it's close.

You do talk an awful lot about things
a taxman would dearly love to hear.

You still wanna know
about Hillary Taylor, okay.

Okay, I'll trade you.

Where is she?

I don't know, I swear.

- You're gonna hate it in prison.
- I haven't seen her for a year.

Do you have any guesses
where she might be?

None.

But if I were you, I would stay away
from her, especially since Foley's suicide.

Why is John Foley
so important to her?

She was his mistress for years.

When he killed himself, she went
berserk, dying to blame someone.

I'm glad it wasn't me.

So now I know why she
did what she did in Paris.

What else? Is there
anyone I can contact?

She's got a daughter somewhere.

Nobody knows much about her.
Jory is her name, short for Marjorie.

Okay.

Hey, what about the tape?

You know, Keats, you and people
like you have ripped off America.

And everybody in this country
is paying for what you did.

Get off your soapbox, Ewing.

The rich get richer, that's
how it has always been.

Maybe 50.

But maybe the times
they are a-changing.

J.J. Carter?

Well, Mr. Barnes and Miss Adams.

Here for the sentencing?

Not exactly.

I thought I'd have to subpoena you,
but it turned out not to be necessary.

You did a brilliant
job convicting McKay.

We were both impressed.

Biggest case of my career.

There's one problem.

I killed Johnny Dancer.

And I wanna make
a full confession.

Next on Dallas:

Isn't it sad to have all
these feelings for someone...

and never do anything about it?

Sheila Foley's real name is Hillary
Taylor. And she has a daughter.

Nickname is July
�if that's any hem.

J.R. and I are lovers.

That is absolutely absurd.

You haven't got the nerve.

All you have to do is marry me.

If you want my company, J.R...

you make love with me
now, tomorrow and forever.

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