Last on Dallas:
This is not your office anymore.
It's not your building.
It's my building.
- What?
- I warned you not to cross me.
You're gonna pay. If it takes the
rest of my life, I'll get back at you.
It is not J.R. who needs you.
It is you who needs J.R.
You'll hear from me again.
Did you know that
he'd had a heart att*ck?
No.
- With that baby comes problems.
- I know that.
- Knowing it and living it are different.
- John Ross, this is Ewing Oil.
Blood pressure's 80 over
30. What's your pulse rate?
Very high, erratic.
- Respiration?
- It's poor.
- We're giving her all the oxygen we can.
- Come on, hang in there, lady.
- We're almost to the hospital.
- She's conscious?
No, we're trying to stabilize
her. She's busted up.
Cardiac arrest, give me
the paddles. Stat! Come on.
I don't remember when
I've ever been happier.
I guess you forgot the day you
brought me home from the hospital.
No, I didn't forget. I felt the
exact same way with you.
Only then, all I had was a taxi driver
and a rinky-dink worn cab to take us home.
I can walk from here. Thank you.
Can you take my purse?
Good luck, ma'am.
- You have a lovely family.
- Thanks.
She's right, I do
have a lovely family.
- He's...
- Well, what do you think?
- Where's the old truck?
- It's our new transportation.
We're a family now, it's
about time we had a family car.
What a wonderful
day to be alive.
We got her heart started. It
was only four to six seconds.
We don't know for how long. She
has extensive third-degree bums.
- Internal injuries?
- Broken bones, internal bleeding.
There's nothing we could do up
there. We're worried about the bums.
Her identification went up in
smoke. But when we got there...
the cops had run a check on her
car. It's registered to Bobby Ewing.
Throw it, Dad.
All right, here
you go and get it.
Yaah!
Come on, now.
Daddy, come on in for a swim.
No, I'm gonna wait till Mama gets
home. Maybe she'll join us, huh? Here.
Where is she? Thought
she'd be home by now.
Maybe she stepped off
for something on the way.
Why don't you practice your dive so
you can show her when she gets here?
Hey, hey, walk.
Don't run. Don't run.
Telephone call, Mr. Ewing.
Thank you, Raoul,
I'll take it right here.
- Would you keep an eye on Christopher?
- Yes.
Pam, where have you
been? We've been wa...
Yeah. Who is this?
This is Nurse Anderson at
Dallas Memorial Hospital.
Am I speaking to Bobby Ewing?
Yes, you are.
A car registered to
you was in an accident.
But my wife was
driving that car.
They just brought her
in by medical helicopter.
Well, how is she?
I have no information
yet on her condition.
I'll be right there.
Keep an eye on Christopher, I
have to leave. See you later, son.
Daddy, what's wrong?
Fifty-eight million dollars.
That's it, huh?
For a lifetime of fighting.
Oh, I've done humiliation.
That is your share that we
in the Justice Department...
worked out for the divestiture
of all the assets of Ewing Oil.
I don't know why
you're upset, Mr. Barnes.
You own 5 percent of the company.
And you had it for what, few weeks?
And you've made 58 million.
That's a tidy profit.
Understand your share
didn't cost you a dime.
Mr. Barnes, can we
conclude this transaction?
- I need you to sign these papers.
- Oh, yes, yes.
Government likes all
the paperwork filled out...
all cleaned up nice and tidy.
Give me a pen.
Should have known.
Your pen doesn't work.
Probably cost the government
a thousand dollars, huh?
Okay.
Justice Department
is happy. Hmm?
Justice is happy,
Wendell is happy.
Get out of my office.
Sony, Daddy.
Cliff, there were a
couple of calls for you.
Cliff, when will you be back?
- Excuse me, I'm Bobby Ewing.
- Yes, I talked to you.
- Let me see if Dr. Matlin can see you.
- Thank you.
Dr. Matlin to nurses'
station, please.
Oh, thanks.
- Mr. Ewing?
- Yes.
- I'm Dr. Matlin.
- How badly is she hurt?
We're still trying
to determine that.
We're most concerned
with the third-degree bums...
mostly to her head,
face and upper body.
She's got a broken
arm, some broken ribs...
- other internal injuries.
- My God.
She's unconscious right now.
But we've got her stabilized...
and we're controlling
her pain with medication.
Is she gonna live?
Mr. Ewing, I can't
answer that right now.
Of course at this stage, we
can still move walls around to fit...
- whatever configuration you need.
- Uh-huh.
And of course, paint, carpet.
Whatever colors, textures you want.
Mm-hm.
Why don't I leave you alone to
kind of get the feel of the place?
Yeah, Howard,
that's a good idea.
And when my wife arrives,
show her how to get back here.
Of course.
Well.
John Ross, what do you think?
I think your old
offices were a lot nicer.
The state it's in right now...
kind of hard to visualize what it's
gonna be like when finished. Ha.
You had a better view
from the Ewing building.
Yeah, I did, didn't I?
Your daddy's not gonna settle for anything
but prime property, that's for sure.
- Oh, hello, darling. Glad you can make it.
- Hi.
- Hi, Mommy.
- Hi, hon.
Hi, sweetheart. Mm.
Did I get you at a bad time?
No, not at all.
How do you like this
for Daddy's new office?
Well, actually, son. I don't
think I wanna take these offices.
J.R., I didn't think you'd
be getting an office so soon.
Well, I just can't sit around, let life
pass me by. I need some place to work.
J.R., I know how devastated
you've been by all this.
Why don't we go
away for a while...
the three of us? Go maybe to
the Caribbean 01 the South Pacific.
You need to get away from
business, Dallas, everything.
Well, that's exactly what I don't
need. Now, Sue Ellen, I'm just fine.
I've had setbacks before.
You can't be in
the oil business...
- without drilling a dry hole now and then.
- This was more than a dry hole.
What I need is to
build a new company.
Maybe even bigger
than the old Ewing Oil.
Something" Something my boy
would be proud to take over and run.
I can't wait till he's out
of college to do that.
No, by that time...
he's gonna have a big
executive chair waiting for him.
You can count on that, son.
Ho, hoo.
- This one coming along fine, Pete.
- Yes, sir, looked real good, Mr. Fallow.
- There you go.
- Mm-hm.
Hah.
What are you doing way out here?
- It's lunchtime.
- I was gonna eat with the boys.
Well, now you can eat with me.
Oh, all right. Where's
the picnic basket?
I didn't bring a picnic basket.
Teresa has lunch ready
for us up at the house.
I can't go all the way
back to the house, Ellie.
Ray's bringing Jenna
and the baby home today.
There's no one
around here to spell me.
Well, I'm sure the hands
can manage without you.
Unless you'd rather
eat without me.
Well, since you put it that way.
I don't know, it's getting so a man
can't do a full day's work around here.
You do enough, more than enough.
Oh. Only an hour though,
I gotta get right back.
Oh, I thought after lunch
you could take a little nap.
Nap? I don't nap in
the middle of the day.
Today you do.
- I'll keep you company.
- Oh, well, then definitely.
Inhalation therapist to ICU.
Inhalation therapist to ICU.
Mr. Ewing.
We've got her internal
bleeding under control...
and there's still some
broken bones to set.
We've gotta be very careful about
an infection in that b*rned area.
She's in for a long
haul with those bums.
Can I see her?
Not right now, but you will.
Are you telling me
she's gonna be all right?
She's got a lot of bridges to cross.
Some of them very, very difficult.
But if I were a betting man, I give you
favorable odds your wife is gonna live.
Thank you.
Hi, Cliff.
It's been a couple of
nights since we had dinner...
- but I thought you'd remember me.
- Please.
I'm the one who
picked up the check.
Jokes, I'm not really
in the mood for jokes.
I apologize.
You look more like
you need a friend.
No.
It's very personal...
and very private.
Okay.
If you don't wanna talk
about it, that's fine with me.
Obviously it's none
of my business.
Right.
- See you around.
- Okay.
Well, I'm sorry, Daddy.
He deserved it, you
know. Really deserved it.
You don't know how close I was.
Wait a minute, I was
better than close. I did it.
They took it away.
Well, I got a
piece of Ewing Oil.
Not a very big
piece, 5 percent...
but hardly worth one...
call us on your hand...
or one drop of sweat...
that you poured
out for the Ewings.
But it's a symbol.
Took me my lifetime to do it.
Hey.
It's gone.
Oh.
April.
April, my daddy didn't have
a mean bone in his body.
Spent all his life catering to
anybody that ever tried to help him...
or put out their hand to him.
He drank.
He drank a lot.
No reason for the
Ewings to rob him.
But, Cliff...
Ewing Oil is destroyed.
It's out of business.
Isn't that the ultimate revenge?
Never wanted to
destroy the company.
Just J.R.
Because he's what stood between me
and what rightfully belonged to my family.
Didn't they pay you
for your 5 percent?
Money is not
what it's all about.
I just let my daddy down.
And now there isn't any way
I can ever get it back again.
Mm.
Get that strap, Charlie.
Give me your hand
now, take it easy.
I'm gonna make sure
everything's okay in the nursery.
Of course it is.
- Now, I'll get to him.
- Oh, excited?
Well.
Hey, you have a wonderful
home to come to, huh?
Welcome home, Lucas.
Thank you, Ray.
No need to thank me, Jenna.
This is where you belong.
Well, this is kind of great.
He's gonna be no trouble at all.
Well, son. How do you like
ranch life so far, huh? Ha-ha-ha.
Ain't this a little bigger lunch
than we usually have, huh?
No.
It's about the same.
Well.
I think I'm gonna wait to work the horse
until tomorrow so Ray can join me. Ahh.
Mm.
Well, it doesn't
disappoint me a bit.
I swear, you are not gonna be happy till
I just sit around this house and get fat.
Well, I don't expect
you to get fat.
But I would mind if I had a
bit more of your company.
You are an incurable romantic.
Well, that doesn't change just
because we've gotten a little older.
There's a pan of you inside
that... That never ages.
Well, there's a pan inside me
that says I wanna go upstairs...
- and take a little nap.
- Southfork.
Yes, she's here.
It's Mr. Bobby.
Mm. Thank you.
Bobby?
Mama.
I'm at Dallas Memorial.
Dallas Memorial?
What's wrong?
It's Pam. She's
been in an accident.
My God.
How badly is she hurt?
Pretty bad.
Doctor seems real confident
that's she's gonna make it, though.
Bobby, what are you...?
What are you talking about?
You mean...? You
mean Pam could die?
Bobby, we're on our way.
No, Clayton. Please don't, that's
the last thing I want right now.
Just talk to Mama. Get her to
pull herself together, all right?
She's gotta be
there for Christopher.
He's... He's real
vulnerable right now.
All right. I'll take
care of things.
Yeah, and don't tell him
about the accident, all right?
I'll talk to him
when I get home.
All right.
I'm all right, let
me talk to him.
Bobby.
Bobby, I hate to think
of you there all alone.
Mama.
I can deal with this.
But there is something
you could do for me.
Will you call Cliff?
Somebody's gotta let him know.
I'll talk to him.
And let us know
if there's a change.
Yeah, I will.
We love you both.
I know.
Goodbye.
Hello, it's good to see you.
- We'|| be right there, Dora Mae.
- Yes, sir.
- Afternoon, Sue Ellen, J.R.
- Hello, John Ross.
Well, J.R., how's it feel to be
retired and out of the oil business?
I wouldn't know.
Actually, I think the oil business
will probably thrive without him.
My daddy's not out
of the oil business.
The boy's right.
Come on, J.R., we heard
the government shut you down.
And Jeremy Wendell
bought up all your assets...
including the Ewing
Building for Westar Oil.
Jordan, you
mistakenly believe...
that Ewing Oil is a building
and a bunch of oil rigs...
but you are dead wrong.
Ewing Oil is me.
And then after me, my
son and then his son.
And it you thought I
was tough before...
you ain't seen
nothing yet, buddy.
Boy, oh, hey, do you know what
a fuss you've caused around here?
And now I'm wondering
what it's all about.
Yeah.
Do you know how
adorable you are?
Do you?
How could a precious little
boy like you cause any harm?
Hmm? How about that?
Hmm. And how do you like that sister
of yours? She can't get enough of you.
No, she can't. No.
I know what, we'll stick
her with the 2:00 feeding...
as soon as possible, huh?
Yes.
Lucas.
Lucas, honey.
I love you so much, baby.
Yes.
Hi.
Just the man we both wanna see.
Hey, there. You wanna hold
him before I put him to bed?
Miss Ellie called
a little while ago.
There's some bad news.
Pam's been in a
serious accident.
Oh, my God.
Bobby.
Miss Ellie called. What
happened to my sister?
- Sit down. I'll fill you in.
- I wanna see her. Where is she?
They're not letting
anybody in, not even me.
They'll let me see her.
They gotta let me see her.
I wanna see Miss Pamela
Ewing. I'm her brother.
- I'm sorry.
- I said I'm her brother.
Cliff, calm down.
I don't wanna calm
down. Where's her doctor?
He's busy. He's pan of the
bum team working on Pam.
The bum team? Miss Ellie didn't tell me
anything about that. Why'd she get b*rned?
Do I get to see the doctor or I start
knocking down some doors around here?
- You'll have to wait.
- No.
- Hey!
- Come on, Cliff.
Calm down. You're not
helping Pam by acting this way.
- Look, is she gonna live?
- The doctor said she's gonna live, yeah.
Mr. Ewing?
Oh, Dr. Matlin, this is Cliff
Barnes, he's Pamela's brother.
Mr. Barnes...
there's been no change. I suggest
you go home and get some sleep.
I'm not going till I see
her. I gotta see her.
Well, that's impossible now.
She's heavily sedated and, of course,
she's very susceptible to infection.
Please, Mr. Barnes, I'm only
thinking of what's best for your sister.
- I can't see her?
- Come on, Cliff.
- We gotta think about Pam. Come on.
- I'll be back tomorrow.
What a day. This is a toughie.
Pam, she hasn't never done anything
to anybody. I just don't understand this.
Come on, let's
get some fresh air.
What's the matter, son?
Daddy?
Can I ask you something?
You can ask me anything
you want. You know that.
Will you take me to the
hospital so I can see Mommy?
I can't do that, son.
They don't allow children
to visit in the hospital.
I'd be good.
I wouldn't break
anything or make noise.
It's not that.
If I could get you in the hospital,
you still couldn't see Mom.
They haven't even
let me see her.
How come?
Well, because doctors and nurses and
the people that know what's best for her...
they're the only ones that
can be with her right now.
Then how am I gonna
know she's all right?
Because I'm gonna tell you
everything the doctors tell me.
And I hope real soon
to see her myself.
Come here.
There's something else you
wanna ask me, isn't there?
When's Mommy coming home?
I don't know, son.
If it's all right with you...
I thought to go right to
the hospital after breakfast.
Maybe we should take two cars in
case you wanna stop off at the office.
Sue Ellen, I'm not
gonna go to the hospital.
You're not?
Well, I thought you would
have wanted to see Bobby.
I do.
And my heart goes out to him but
I won't be of any help to him there.
Of course you will be. He has
to know that his brother cares.
Aren't you forgetting that
Pamela is Cliff Barnes' sister?
He's gonna be at the
hospital, and if I walk in...
it will just stir up all
kinds of problems.
No, no.
I'll see Bobby in the evening and
we'll have brother-to-brother talks.
Maybe you're right.
I don't think you ought
to go either, Sue Ellen.
I mean, Bobby said he
didn't want family there.
If you go, he'll feel he
has to make conversation.
I just don't think he's
up to it right about now.
Okay...
I guess I'll wait.
Yeah, it's best for Bobby.
And I got a good lead on our office
I'm really anxious to take a look at.
Don't you think you're
going just a little bit fast?
Well, I'm not
moving fast enough.
Did you see how those vultures
from the cartel behaved yesterday?
It was disgusting. After all the
money you've made for them.
Yeah, but if I stand still...
they're gonna pick
my bones clean.
Well, I was proud of
John Ross, though.
I mean, he is a Ewing
through and through, isn't he?
Yeah.
Well, you like it?
Oh, that's beautiful.
Just beautiful.
Oh. I wish we'd go on that
vacation you've been talking about.
Me too.
You're gonna mess up my makeup.
You can fix it again.
Wait a minute.
Who is it?
- April.
- What are you doing here?
I heard about Pam on
the news this morning.
What did it say?
It said she was
in a bad accident.
I know that. I thought
you had something new.
- How is she?
- I don't know.
The doctors won't
let me see her.
What did the doctors say?
Well, they said she'll make it.
But I won't believe
that till I see her.
Cliff?
Why don't you let me
drive you to the hospital?
I don't need you to drive
me at the hospital. I can drive.
I'll be happy to do it.
Why the sudden concern?
Does everyone always have
to have an ulterior motive?
Can't you just accept an act
of friendship on faith alone?
I can drive myself.
Cliff, you are in no shape to
get behind the wheel of a car.
How are you gonna help Pam
if you get in an accident too?
Okay, maybe you're right.
- Can you wait?
- Yes.
I gotta go shave and shower because
I don't want Pam to see me like this.
Well, I'll make us some coffee.
- You do have coffee?
- I got" Yeah. Plenty. I got...
Yeah.
Hello?
I got it, Teresa.
J.R. Ewing here.
Oh, hello, Henry.
Oh, yeah, well, I said
I liked the building.
It's in a prime
location, that's for sure.
If that suite of offices is on the right
floor and facing the right direction...
I'm definitely interested.
That is if the price is right.
Yeah.
All right, I'll see you in
about an hour. Good, good.
Morning, J.R.
Hello, Mama, I didn't
hear you come in.
Was that a new office I
heard you talking about?
Yeah, yeah, I gotta have
some place to hang my hat.
I'm very surprised.
- Surprised about me getting a new office?
- Yes.
I thought it would take you along
time to recover after losing Ewing Oil.
Well, I gotta put all that behind
me and get on with business.
Well, ordinarily. I'd
applaud such an attitude.
Ordinarily?
But not for me?
Mama, what do you want me to do?
Crawl off into some comer, lick my
wounds, become the laughingstock of Dallas?
Hmm.
No, J.R., no.
It's not that at all.
I had hoped that losing
Ewing Oil would hurt.
Really hurt you.
And you'd reexamine your life...
and maybe make some changes.
I don't see that happening.
There's nothing to change except my
business address. I'm doing that right now.
So...
the same old J.R.
Doesn't it matter to you...
that your driving ambition
has ruined a lot of people...
that caused a lot of
unhappiness in this household?
Mama, when you married Daddy,
you knew he had oil in his blood...
and he was the most ambitious
man in the state of Texas.
Well, I'm my daddy's son...
and no setback, no matter
how big, will ever change that.
You don't need to
come in with me.
- You're gonna need a ride home.
- No, I'll catch a cab 01 something.
- Or something, right.
- Yeah.
I'm gonna stay. At the
moment you need a keeper.
Whatever, but...
Bobby?
Pam, they say
anything about Pam?
No, nothing yet. Hello, April.
Hi, Bobby, I'm really sorry.
Mr. Ewing, Mr. Barnes, I have arranged
for you to go and see Mrs. Ewing.
That's great. That's terrific. She'll
know somebody's rooting for her.
I'm afraid she won't know you're
here. She's in a semiconscious state.
If she wanted to say
anything, she couldn't.
There was smoke
damage to her larynx.
- Is that permanent?
- We don't know yet.
That's the least
of our worries now.
Come with me, gentlemen, and the
nurse will get you into some gowns.
Mr. Bobby Ewing?
- That's right.
- These are for your new car.
I didn't order a car.
Your brother, J.R., did.
Would you like to
take it out for a spin?
No, thank you.
Bob.
Hello, Ray.
How's Pam doing?
It's real hard to tell.
Cliff and I got in
to see her today...
but there's nothing really to see, she's
covered head to foot with bandages.
Well...
did the doctors say anything?
Yeah, none of it good.
Another maybe four to
six weeks in the bum unit.
Skin grafts, I don't know how
much reconstructive surgery.
You don't wanna know all this and I
don't particularly wanna talk about it.
We're rooting for you.
We're pulling for
you and Pam, Bob.
Thanks.
Well, listen. I probably
ought to get going.
You probably wanna be alone.
Yeah.
I'll have to figure out how I'm gonna
tell Christopher about this tonight.
I'll be here for you,
Bob, if you need me.
Thanks.
Well, Mr. Harper. I'll be in your office
tomorrow morning. We'll sign papers.
- And you like the offices, do you?
- Absolutely.
Of course I might be needing a
couple or more floors in the near future.
Well, you know, anything
can be had for the right price.
That's the motto I've
been living with all my life.
- See you in the morning.
- All right.
- Pardon me, miss.
- Oh, it's all right.
- J.R., don't tell me.
- That's right, honey. This is it.
Oh, it's lovely.
Wait till you see
it with furniture.
This is gonna be your office.
You can put your desk anyplace.
And I've decided to bring back Kendall.
You're gonna need all the help you can get.
So get the decorators in,
this is gonna be a Showplace.
- I'll call them up this afternoon.
- Good, good.
Now you have to see
my office. Ha-ha-ha.
- J.R., this is absolutely spectacular.
- Oh.
Perfect setting for putting together
the most lucrative deals in Dallas.
This is terrific.
You're coming back bigger
and faster than even I expected.
Well, Sly, you've been
with me a long time.
I didn't think anything I
did would surprise you.
I know the government levied a
very heavy fine against Ewing Oil.
You had to get rid of everything.
The building, the oil wells.
Well, I think
it's safe to say...
that I don't plan on
switching to domestic caviar.
And I expect to be drinking
really good champagne...
for some time to come.
Well, actually, I had expected you'd
put something away for a rainy day.
Let's call it a hurricane.
No, I'm not about to ask Mama to
put Southfork on the block. Not yet.
A matter of fact, not ever.
Think it's time for a
little toast, don't you?
Mm-hm.
To JRE Industries.
The real Ewing oil.
Hmm.
Yeah.
There may be a new
name on the door...
but I'm not exactly the
new boy in town, am I?
Miss April Stevens is here
to see Jeremy Wendell.
You can go right
in, Miss Stevens.
There must be some mistake.
No.
No mistake, Miss Stevens.
My name is Wilson Cryder.
I'm Mr. Wendell's
executive assistant.
If Mr. Wendell isn't
here, there's no need...
Sit down, Miss Stevens.
Let me see...
Stevens.
April Stevens.
Divorced...
from Jack Ewing.
Received settlement.
One hundred million dollars
for 5 percent of Ewing Oil.
What is this all
about, Mr. Cryder?
I'm chairman of the board
pro tern of Westar Oil.
Mr. Wendell achieved
the zenith of his career...
when he acquired Ewing
Oil and made it part of Westar.
And he's now on a very
well-deserved sabbatical.
I'm delighted to hear that.
- Very nice meeting you, Mr. Cryder.
- No.
Don't go.
See, I'd like to know what you were
going to speak to Mr. Wendell about.
Maybe I can help you.
Mr. Cryder, I've just
come from the hospital.
The hospital?
Of course.
Pamela Ewing's accident.
I see, a mission of mercy.
Mrs. Ewing is
Cliff Barnes' sister.
Yes.
Mr. Cryder, I don't know if you're
really the top man around here...
or if Mr. Wendell is
still calling the sh*ts...
but it would be nice if Westar
would lighten up on him.
Especially now.
And yourself?
I didn't come here about myself.
Well, Mr. Wendell's
instructions are perfectly clear.
Cliff Barnes is of absolutely
no consequence to us.
And as for yourself...
since Mr. Wendell achieved his
major goal of acquiring Ewing Oil...
despite your best efforts...
he figures you're not
worth trouble or money.
That's an interesting
way of putting it.
And what about the Ewings?
Well, again,
Mr. Wendell is specific.
The Ewing brothers are down...
and we will use every
resource at our command...
to see that they stay there.
Especially J.R.
Oh, yes, we feel that J.R.
will make a mighty effort...
to climb out of the hole
which he has dug for himself...
and when he does,
we're going to be there.
Shoveling din right
back on top of him.
Then you still
consider J.R. a thr*at.
We believe the only time
J.R. will cease to be a thr*at...
is when J.R. is dead.
Hi, son.
Where were you at dinner?
I asked Grandma.
She said you were out riding.
Well, I was.
But I've been waiting ever since I
got home from school to talk to you.
I'm sorry.
I had to spend
some time by myself.
I had to get my
thoughts together.
You have bad news about Mama.
And you didn't wanna tell me.
I don't have good news.
But it's not really bad.
Every day, your mama spends in
that hospital, son, she's getting stronger.
When is she coming home?
Not for a long time, I'm afraid.
But I did get to see her today.
I was with your Uncle Cliff
and we got to go in for a while.
Did you tell her
how much I love her?
And that I wanna see her?
I couldn't.
They've given her a lot of medication
to help her get through the pain.
That medicine makes her sleep.
All the time?
Most of the time, I'm afraid.
Look, son, the doctors are working as
hard as they can to make her better...
so she can come
home to you and me.
Okay, Daddy.
I love you.
So does your mama.
I love you too.
You get to sleep.
Come on. In your covers.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Bobby?
You wanna be alone?
I'm sorry I wasn't
at the hospital, Bob.
I wanted to come but...
I know.
Mama told me your
reasons and you were right.
I didn't need you and
Cliff mixing it up there.
Oh, I'm glad you understand.
Bobby, you gotta know how
much I care for you, I just...
I can't stand to see
you suffering so.
She was so happy, J.R.
She was so happy.
She'd just come from the doctor.
And he told her that she
could carry a baby till term.
Do you know how
long I've waited for that?
She called me.
It was the best day of her life.
She was on her way home.
She was coming home.
I just don't understand.
Next on Dallas:
You did business because
Ewing Oil was a powerful company.
You're out in the cold now and people
are gonna enjoy taking advantage of that.
You let me walk out that door...
you're gonna find out
how insignificant you are...
- without me.
- Out!
If you think I'm gonna let
you k*ll yourself, Clayton...
you're even crazier
than you're acting now.
It's time we find out which one of us
is the best man to fill Daddy's shoes.
I'm gonna fight him, Sly.
And I'm gonna b*at him.
Just like my daddy would've.
Clayton's had a heart att*ck.
What?