Oh. no!
Wake up. Dear. Wake up.
I keep dreaming that I'm the one that pulled the trigger.
That I shot J.R.
It was decided that as long as you're laid up. I'm to run Ewing Oil.
I gotta admire you. You saw the opportunity. And you took it.
I'd like to do it the best way I can. Without interference from you.
I'd never do anything to hurt you. We're brothers.
My God.
Oh. no!
No! No!
Stop it!
No. Go away!
No!
No! Go away!
No!
Stop it!
No. no!
No. Go away!
Go away!
- Sue Ellen. - No!
Sue Ellen. Wake up.
Sue Ellen. It's me. Miss Ellie. Wake up. Sue Ellen.
Wake up. Dear. Wake up. Wake up. Sue Ellen.
- It's me. Miss Ellie. - No!
Wake up. Wake up. Dear.
It's all right. It's all right.
- It's all right. - No.
It's all right.
There. There.
I kept...
I kept seeing J.R.
But he was dead.
I know. But it's just a dream.
J.R. is gonna be all right.
But it seemed so real, Miss Ellie.
Nightmares always do.
Have you talked to Dr. Elby about them?
- No. - Sue Ellen. You've got to.
You can't go on like this. You've been having these nightmares for weeks now.
You've got to get some rest.
I know. But I just... I just don't want to forget about it.
You won't until you find out why you're torturing yourself this way.
Talk to Dr. Elby. Please.
I suppose you're right.
I'll talk to him.
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow.
Good .
Now. Try and get some sleep.
I'll leave the light on.
Thank you.
Well. You don't look too bad. J.R.
How'd you get past the guards. Lee?
Oh. Shucks. They know we're friends.
It's a real shame. Isn't it?
Figure someone's going to shoot you. They'd do it right.
Get out of here.
Go on. Get out oi here'.!
Well. Maybe next time.
Mac! Brady! Guards!
How could you let anybody in here without checking with me first?
Get that guy the hell out of this hospital.
Don't you ever let anybody in here without checking with me.
- Bye. Everyone. - Bye-bye.
- I'll try and stop by the hospital later. Okay? - All right.
- Bye. Granddaddy. - Bye. Sweetheart. Take care.
- Lucy. - Hi. Sue Ellen.
- How you feeling. Sue Ellen? - All right.
- That's fine. Raoul. Just coffee. Thank you. - You really ought to try to eat something.
I know. But I'm not very hungry.
I'll grab something at the hospital. Wanna get there early anyway.
Tell J.R. that we'll be by later.
We have a few errands to do.
Bobby. I can stop by the office for a while if you need me.
No. Daddy. I'm just catching up on details. I can handle it.
- Okay. - Well. I'm gonna run. See y'all later.
- Bye. - Bye.
Time we was going. Miss Ellie.
- See y'all. - Bye.
Bobby. Will you be home for dinner?
I'll try. Mama. But I can't promise.
All right.
So. What are you up to today?
Oh. Nothing special. Bobby.
- You know. I'm worried about you. - Why?
Because you've been spending all your time at the office.
Honey. You know the deal I made.
I have to run the company until J.R.'s back on his feet.
You don't know when he will be.
No. But I know it will be.
There is nothing and nobody gonna keep J.R. away from Ewing Oil.
Now. What do you say we have lunch this afternoon...
and then you can go out and spend some money?
Lunch? You said that yesterday.
- Okay. This time I promise. - You said that yesterday.
- Okay. - Okay.
- Cliff. I have to talk to you. - Can't. I'm in a hurry.
I think you better listen. It's special delivery. From the top.
Why don't we walk a bit? It's nice out today.
One of those kind of talks. Huh?
The feeling is, well. The way things are going right now...
it'd be wiser if you didn't come in for a while.
Wait a minute. Are you saying I'm suspended?
No. No. Of course not.
It's just been suggested that...
well. You've been through a lot lately.
Maybe a little rest will do you a world of good.
Gil. Hey. This is... This is crazy. I was cleared weeks ago.
The suggestion came from high up.
And you weren't cleared exactly.
What? They tested my gun.
That's the question all those high-ups keep asking.
Would someone as smart as Cliff Barnes really use his own gun?
- Come on. - I'm not telling you what I feel.
I'm just telling you what I hear.
Now relax. Pal. Okay? Just till things have cleared up.
And what if it's never cleared up. Huh?
- What about that? - Yeah.
- Well. That's a whole other problem. - I wanna ask you something. Gil.
What about all that stuff we learned about presumed innocence?
Listen. I'm just telling you what I was told.
Nothing personal.
- I don't like it any more than you do. - I'll bet you don't.
What burns me is how that little weasel got in in the first place.
What kind of protection is that?
I was supposed to have guards 24 hours a day. Hell. I'm paying enough for it.
Whoever did this to me could've blown me so full of holes...
I'd look like a sieve. Then he could have gotten out...
and never raised an eyebrow from those dime-store dummy guards I hired.
But. Darling. I guess they just figured that Jordan Lee...
They're not paid to figure.
And till we find out who shot me. Jordan Lee could've done this to me...
just as well as anyone. I don't understand those guards.
What's the matter with you boys? Give me that. I'll take care of this.
- Sue Ellen. Leave me alone, will you? - Darling...
- Pull me out of the thing. Would you? - J.R.
Darling. Darling. I just wanted to help.
I figure if I could help you, well. It helps me too.
If you want to help. You'll tell me what the doctors are saying behind my back.
They're saying nothing that they don't say to you.
They don't say anything to me. Sue Ellen.
Well. J.R.. it's because they don't know anything.
And they won't know anything until they find out how badly the nerve is damaged.
Oh. They're just stalling. They're dragging it out to get more money.
J.R.. try to be patient. I know it's hard...
but they'll get some answers. And you'll be home in just a few days.
Not on my own two feet. I won't.
But I'll be there.
Sue Ellen. It's too hot for that. I'm gonna get in the shade.
J.R.
- J.R.. let... - Oh. Wait a minute.
Wait. Sue Ellen. I'm just about getting the hang of this thing.
- Just let me help. - I wanna do it myself.
Look who's here.
Oh. Hi. Ray.
Officer. It's all right.
Sue Ellen. J.R.
Ray. If you're gonna be here for a few minutes. I have a few phone calls to make...
- and I just wanted to check on the house. - Sure thing. Promise he'll be in good hands.
Bye. Darling.
I wish she'd stop smothering me.
I may be temporarily out of commission. But not helpless.
- It's only natural. J.R. - I wish she'd start mothering little John.
So how you doing?
As you can see. Just wonderful. Look here. Huh?
Practice makes perfect. How about that?
Is there anything I can do for you. J.R.?
Not unless you can find out from the doctors what's wrong with me.
Good luck with that.
Look. Something I gotta say. J.R.
Been quite a few differences between you and I over the past couple years.
Before that. We were friends for a long time.
I just wanted to tell you that if you need me. I'm here.
- Thank you. Ray. Thanks. - Hey.
I just keep thinking of all those good times we had.
- Like in Waco? - Yeah. Like in Waco.
Or that time down in Houston when you had them all convinced...
that you were the talent scout for the Miss Texas contest...
- and I was the front man. - Yeah.
They almost killed us with kindness. Didn't they?
We've had some good times. Haven't we. Ray?
Yeah.
You helped me out of some pretty tough scrapes, J.R. More than once.
I just wanted you to know you can count on me if you need to.
Well. Ray. I don't want to ever have to count on anybody but myself. Thank you.
Get that door open.
Get out. Come on. Up. up.
Connie. Get me the Cattlemen's Bank. Please. Franklin Homer.
Sure, right away.
Bobby. He's in a meeting. They don't know how long he'll be.
- Ls his secretary still on the line? - Yes, line four.
This is Bobby Ewing.
I have some papers here regarding a loan request that my brother made.
They need Mr. Horner's signature. Can you tell me when he'll be available?
Well. He's in a meeting right now.
I know. You told my secretary that. And you told her that yesterday and the day before.
I've been trying to get Mr. Horner for a week...
to finish some business. And he hasn't returned my calls.
- What kind of a runaround am I getting? - Mr. Ewing. Mr. Homer has been very busy.
Do you have to do all of Mr. Horner's dirty work for him?
- Yes. Mr. Ewing. - Well. You give him a message for me.
If he won't talk to me on the phone. He'll have to talk to me in person. Got that?
- I'll give him that message. Mr. Ewing. - Thank you very much. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Over and over and over again. Every night.
I keep dreaming the same dream:
That I'm the one that pulled the trigger.
That I shot J.R.
Tell me the whole dream.
Start at the beginning.
It's... it's the same dream every night.
I keep dreaming that I'm running down this long. Long corridor.
I'm trying to escape. I'm trying to get free.
People are chasing me. People with...
With white coats.
And all I know is at the end of that long. Long corridor...
there's a door.
And if I can only reach that door. That I'll be free.
That I'll be free forever.
And they keep chasing me.
And I know that if I can reach that door before they catch me. That I'll be free.
And I keep running and running and running. And I finally get to that door...
and J.R. is standing there. And he's blocking that door.
And I know that I have to get through that door one way or another and...
And all of a sudden. I hear this sound of shooting...
and I look down...
and there's...
There's a gun in my hand.
Then I realize that...
That I shot J.R.
And then?
And then the door wasn't there anymore...
and I realized that I'd never. Ever be free.
Lucy. Where you going in such a hurry?
I'm just gonna go have a little talk with someone.
It looks like you're ready to punch someone out.
I might just do that too. If I can find Professor Forrester.
Well. He's over there. What's wrong?
Excuse me.
Hi. Lucy. I looked for you earlier.
Well. You found me. Do you have anything to say?
Because if you don't. I do.
- Lucy. I want to apologize. - Oh. You wanna apologize.
For what? You wanna apologize for going to bed with me?
- Or because you're married? - Lucy. Wait.
Wait for what? Your wife to give you a divorce?
- I wanted to tell you. - Seems to me you had plenty of time. Greg.
I don't know if I'm more hurt because you're a cheat...
or because you didn't trust me to tell me you're a cheat.
I don't like being lied to. Greg.
Lucy. I don't think this is any place to discuss it.
Where do you want to discuss it. The Sundowner Motel?
Lucy. You're making a big deal out of this.
It's not a big deal. Professor Forrester. It's not any deal at all.
What it is is over.
Would you...? I'll do it, I'll do it.
Now. Just turn me around.
Oh. Boy. I tell you...
Come on. Franklin.
Every time I've called, your secretary has put me off with one lame excuse or another.
Why are you trying to avoid me?
I'm not trying to avoid you. Bobby. We've been tied up.
Too tied up to return a phone call?
Now. This is a pretty straightforward request.
J.R. wanted that loan so that we could replace equipment.
It's no big deal. It's standard operating procedure.
The problem is, Bobby. That. As you know. We have been dealing with J.R.
Well. The situation. As you know. Has changed.
I'll tell you what.
With things so unclear at present. Why don't I just table the loan request...
until we know for sure who we're dealing with at Ewing Oil:
- You. Your father or J.R. - I'm telling you.
You're dealing with me. Lam now the president of Ewing Oil.
But for how long. Bobby?
Here are the papers for your meeting. It starts in three minutes.
Oh. Thank you.
Well. It was good to see you. Bobby.
Wait a minute. Not so fast. I'm not finished.
I'm sorry. Bobby. But this...
Maybe I haven't made myself clear. The bottom line. Homer...
is whether this bank wants to continue to handle Ewing accounts.
But these are J.R.'s requests. Now. I can't...
Because if it does. You deal with me. Is that understood?
I can pull every last dime of Ewing money out of this bank. And if I have to. I will.
You'll have to give me time to talk to the loan committee. I'll get back to you.
It's been good seeing you. Bobby. And give my best to J.R.
- I can't believe they suspended you. - No. They call it a vacation.
So now what do you do?
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
I think maybe I should leave Dallas.
- Leave Dallas? - Yeah.
I mean. Not now. I've been advised not to go anywhere until this is all over.
But then...
Look. I have to face the facts. I'm finished here.
Oh. Come on. Cliff.
Things are rough right now. But you're stronger than that.
There was a time when I thought I could make it in this town.
But now...
Cliff...
is there something else?
Okay. I'll tell you.
I'll tell you because I've got to tell somebody or I'm gonna explode.
The night J.R. was shot...
I had gone to the Ewing building with a gun to kill him.
You couldn't do that.
Well. I will never know now...
because when I got there. I discovered that somebody had beat me to it.
Pam. I swear to you. J.R. Ewing is my personal burden from God.
Everything that happens to that man. I always pay for it.
But. If I had shot him. Could you blame me?
Hey. Lucy. Wait up a minute.
I was waiting for you.
- Hello. Mitch. - I wanted to apologize for the way I acted.
Well. You should. You were pretty horrible.
Yeah. I know.
I've... I've been thinking about it. And I had a pathology test the next day.
I was... I was a little uptight.
Well. I just wanted to say I was sorry.
Thanks.
Could I buy you a drink to prove it?
Sure.
Well. I'll give you the whole bio if you want it.
But I better warn you. We're not very interesting.
My dad was a farm laborer.
He busted his butt all his life. And he never had 2 cents to rub together.
He died when he was 30.
The doctor said it was pneumonia. But I think he was just worn out.
My mother was left two kids to raise. My sister. Afton. And me. And no money.
So she went to work as a waitress.
There was no money for us to go on after high school...
and after my dad died. All I ever wanted to be was a doctor.
How'd you manage?
Took a bunch of odd jobs...
student loans, scholarship money. That helped me make it through college.
This must be very boring to you.
No. It's not. What happened then?
Well. After college. I ran out of money.
So I dropped out and went to work to make enough to pay for med school.
Took me...
two years. But finally I made enough.
Lucy. I live on a very tight budget.
There's nothing left over for frills.
I think your life sounds wonderful.
- You're putting me on. - No. I'm not.
Well. I mean. I know it's been rough and all...
but you know who you are. You know exactly what you want...
and you've just gone after it.
All I've ever done is just exist.
It probably sounds a whole lot more interesting from the outside looking in.
Why do you think I can't understand?
Look. My mama was a waitress too when she married my daddy.
So I know all about hard work and poverty.
Oh. Lucy. Come on.
Well. Yeah. I guess I have been pretty fortunate.
But we can still be friends. Can't we?
Friends.
Sue Ellen.
Oh. Kristin.
I am so glad that you're here.
I hate to leave J.R. all alone. But I have to take little John in for his checkup.
How are you? You look tired.
- I wish I could help. - You do help.
You help me a lot just by knowing that you're on my side.
You can count on that. Sue Ellen. I'll always be on your side from now on.
It's the least I can do after all the terrible things that I did to you.
That's all over now. We don't need to talk about that anymore.
Now. You go on up and see J.R. I think he needs someone to talk to.
Maybe you can even help get his mind off...
all his troubles.
- Okay. - Bye-bye.
- Bye. - Bye.
Franklin. I don't understand the point you're trying to make.
Bobby was in today, J.R. He's putting the pressure on.
He wants action on the loan request.
I'm trying to stall him. Like you said...
but it's hard not knowing when you'll be back in the saddle.
Try to understand my position. J.R.
He's threatening to move the Ewing accounts. I can't put him off forever.
Well. You better try. Franklin.
My little brother doesn't know one end of an oil company from the other.
If you think I'm gonna let you ruin all my daddy and I built up, you're crazy.
You wanna do business with Ewing Oil. You do it with me. Period.
Well...
even a hospital bed doesn't stop you. Does it. J.R.?
Why. Hello. Sugar.
I'd have thought you'd been ridden out of town on a rail by now.
Maybe your goons ignored your orders.
I guess that's what happens when a man gets confined to a hospital bed.
His power just slips away.
I'm not gonna be in a hospital bed forever. You know.
No.
But then. You'll never be the man you once were, will you. J.R.?
Don't you worry. Kristin. When I get out of here. You'll get yours.
I know I will.
But not from you.
That's for sure.
Because you're just not man enough anymore.
Bitch.
Come here. You mama's little boy.
You know. Little John...
Mama may have done something.
Something bad.
But I'm gonna make it up to you.
And everything's gonna be just fine.
Little John. Look at Mama.
Everything... Everything's gonna be just fine.
I'm gonna make it up to you and your daddy.
You know. Your daddy's coming home real, real soon.
And. Little John. We're just gonna be one big. Happy, beautiful family.
Thanking you in advance for your prompt consideration in this matter...
I am sincerely. Et cetera. Et cetera.
- Yeah? - The call to Jess Robbins is through.
- He's on the line now. - Thanks. Louella.
- Jess? - Hello, Mr. Ewing.
I'm calling to find out if that equipment's been moved over to Ewing 11 yet.
Well. No. Mr. Ewing. Not yet.
Why not?
I thought I made it clear last week I wanted that equipment moved right away.
Well. Now. Look. Mr. Ewing. I'm sort of in the middle here.
I think you ought to talk to your brother.
He called right after you and said the equipment was to stay put.
Jess. Get this and get it straight:
J.R. is not running this company now. I am. And what I say goes. Have you got it?
- Yes. Sir. - All right. Then get on it. Right now.
I guess they haven't gotten used to the fact that you're running things.
So I'd better straighten this out with J.R. once and for all.
- But. Bobby... - I know. I wish there was another way.
Hello? Oh. Hi. Pam.
He just left for the hospital.
Lunch?
I'm sorry. He must have forgotten.
Okay. Bye-NIB -
- Thanks. Ellen. - Sure.
I don't think so.
Is that pretty.
Pam.
Liz.
I've been thinking about you so much. Are you speaking to me?
I'm not only speaking to you. I'm buying you lunch if you're free.
Free? My husband just forgot about our lunch date. I am very free.
- Just like a husband. Come on. - Let me get my bag.
- J.R. - Hey. Bob.
Well, as far as hospitals go, this is not so bad, is it?
Well. I don't suppose you came here to talk about the decor. Did you?
Look. J.R.. this isn't easy.
There's no nice way to put it. So I'm gonna give it to you straight.
It was decided that as long as you're laid up. I'm to run Ewing Oil.
I know it's hard to accept. But it's a fact. You're gonna have to face it.
Well. Now. That's funny. I don't remember agreeing to anything like that.
You were close to dying. Daddy couldn't take the strain. There wasn't a choice.
Well...
I gotta admire you. You saw the opportunity. And you took it.
That's not how I look at it at all.
I was given a job to do. One I didn't ask for.
I'd like to do it the best way I can. Without interference from you.
Bobby. I'd never interfere with you.
You've done it on every decision I've made.
- I don't want you to make any mistakes. - Neither do I.
But if I make them. I'd like them to be mine. And not a mistake you set up for me.
I'd never do anything like that. I'd never do anything to hurt you.
We're brothers.
So now I'm back in Dallas. Running the store again.
Well. I'm delighted.
So am I.
Liz. About what happened...
maybe if I tell you the facts. You could forgive me.
Pam. I know the facts. And there's nothing to forgive.
Actually. I hope you can forgive me for jumping to conclusions.
I should have known that the fine hand of J.R. Ewing was behind all that.
Who told you about J.R.?
Oh. Harrison Page told me himself.
You know. Pillow talk.
You mean. You and Harrison...?
We've been seeing each other for some time now.
And he's told me all about J.R.'s fancy string-pulling.
What did he tell you?
Oh. Just that J.R. talked him into giving you my job. Transferring me to Houston...
using as bait...
a percentage of those useless Asian oil wells.
Harrison still sees red every time he thinks about it.
Poor Harrison.
Just another fish hooked by good old J.R.
Well. Now. Tell me about you. What are you up to?
Slowly going crazy.
Not really. Liz. It's just...
I thought Bobby and I were finally free of Southfork and the Ewing business.
Now it seems like we're suddenly back in it over our heads again.
Bobby's running the company. Working a 16-hour day. Seven days a week.
I see.
What do you do with yourself all day?
I go shopping. I run errands.
I'm right back where I was when we first got married.
Pam. If you want to come back to the store. There's nothing I'd like better.
Oh. I don't know.
I'm still hoping Bobby will decide to leave Dallas again.
- It's an open invitation. - Well. Thank you.
I'll remember.
Just in case.
- Thank you. - Excuse me. I'm sorry.
Where do you want to go now?
Where I want to go is home to sleep. I'm bushed.
Where I have to go is back to work.
- But we didn't even eat dinner yet. - Lucy. I'm sorry.
I know 8:30 is a heck of a time to end a date...
but I've got another date at 9. The parking lot.
Well. I can't say you didn't warn me.
Next time. Maybe we'll skip the movie and just have dinner and talk. Okay?
Sounds good to me. Come on. I'll take you to work.
Nurse. Put these over with my other things. Huh?
- Morning. - Well. Morning. Darling.
I talked Dr. Pearson into letting me get out of here a day early.
Sure looking forward to going home.
But. J.R.. nothing's ready. I didn't bring a suitcase or your clothes.
Why didn't you tell me? I would have been happy to bring your things.
When I found out I could leave. I called the ranch.
Mom and Dad are bringing out everything I need.
But. J.R.. I would have done that for you.
I would have been happy to do it.
I know you would. Everything's taken care of. Don't worry about it.
There you are.
- His slippers too. Jock. - Oh. Sure.
My God.
- Ellie. - What?
J.R.'s gun.
It's been fired twice.
Don. I tried not to get too many fingerprints on that gun.
That's fine. Ballistics will tell the story.
We'll know soon if this is the gun that shot your son.
Look. Don. I want you to do one thing for me.
- What's that? - It's all right. It's not against the law.
I just want you to let me know first what you find on that gun. Okay?
- I'll do my best. Mr. Ewing. - Thank you.
There's only one person who could have put that in J.R.'s closet.
We can't jump to conclusions. Jock.
Well. It's for damn sure J.R. didn't do it.
But why would anyone hide it there. Of all places?
Well. Why not? Just a fluke that we found it.
Well. What do we do now?
Well. The first thing we're gonna do is go to the hospital to bring J.R. home. Okay?
- All right. Make the meeting for 3:00. - Okay. And Mr. Redfield called again.
He can't make it this afternoon. Wants to know if you can do it over dinner.
Says he has a proposition he knows will interest you.
Okay. Tell him I'll meet with him. But it has to be a short meeting.
Over drinks and not dinner.
I've had meetings every night for the past week...
and I think it's high time I had dinner with my family.
- I'll tell him that. - Okay.
- Anything else? - No.
Yeah. Get me the ranch on the phone. Would you. Please?
Honey. I was just gonna call you.
I've been trying to get you on the phone. I've been calling. And it's impossible...
- Yeah. I know. And I'm sorry. Hon. - Well. Let's go.
Wait a minute. Am I being kidnapped?
Looks like I'm gonna have to. I have been understanding...
I've been patient. I've let you postpone and cancel...
and we have not had a meal together all week.
Today. We are really going to have lunch together. Here's your coat.
- What's your hurry? - Bobby. I'm sorry. I know it's lunchtime.
But I have to have these signed. Back and ready to go out by 1:00.
Pam...
it's okay. Bobby. It's just lunch.
Bobby. I'm sorry.
Let me see the papers.
- Would you take this. Sue Ellen? - I'll take it.
Okay-
Go on. Now. Easy does it.
Hey. REY!
Lucy. What are you doing here? Come out to help me paint?
No. Granddaddy just called. Said they're on their way home from the hospital with J.R.
Decided to come and get you instead of phoning.
Well. Why don't we go over. And I'll clean up a little bit...
- have a beer. And we'll go on over. Huh? - Sure.
- Would you like something to drink? - No. Thanks.
Boy. The house looks pretty nice from out here.
Well. It's a big mess inside.
- I'll show you around when I get it fixed up. - Okay.
So...
how's it going with you?
Meaning. Am I still sneaking off to see Greg Forrester?
I wouldn't put it past you. You set your mind on having something...
- you can be pretty stubborn. - Well. I might be stubborn...
but I'm not stupid enough to want a liar and a cheat.
I got enough of those in my life. Thank you.
But...
You mean. You found somebody else already?
He's terrific. He's studying to be a doctor...
working his way through school.
He's honest. Says exactly what he means.
He's so proud. Though. I have to watch my step with him.
You'd like him. Ray.
Well. When do I get to meet Mr. Wonderful?
“Dr. Wonderful“ to you.
Just as soon as I can get him away from his studies and his work...
long enough to bring him to Southfork.
I'm not gonna let this one get away.
- Come on. - Yeah.
Okay. Let's go.
- I didn't want to paint anymore anyhow. - Good.
Little old car. Oh. God.
- Be careful when you do that. - I always am.
- Easy does it. - Okay.
Here. Let me give you a hand. Go easy. Easy.
- You okay? - All right. Boys. Thank you.
- You lead him around. Ray. - Yes. Sir.
Stop there. Raoul.
Easy.
- There we go. - Just hold it here a minute. Ray.
It's good to be home.
Real good.
You hungry. J.R.? You want Teresa to make you some lunch?
No. Thank you. Mother. Frankly. I'm a little tired.
- Well. I'll help you into bed. - That's all right. Sue Ellen can help me.
Hello there, Mitch. We are going out for that dinner that you promised me.
I know your schedule by heart. And I know that you're not working tonight.
You better not try and get out of it. I won't take no for an answer.
Lucy. I'd really like to. Honest...
but I just got a call about a lab job.
Look. I told you. I need all the work I can get.
But you've gotta eat sometime. What time do you get off?
I'm on the night shift all night.
I'll just grab a hamburger on the way. Lucy. It's these jobs that keep me going.
This one means a quick 50 bucks. That's not much to you, maybe...
but it will buy me the anatomy book I need for next semester.
Well. I hope you and your biopsies will be very happy.
- Lucy. I told you. - I know you told me.
Oh. Boy. Did you tell me.
Wait until you see what Teresa's made for dinner in your honor.
No matter what it is. It's gotta be better than that pre-cooked, pre-digested sludge...
they've been feeding me for the last few weeks.
Well. You've been to that place. You know what it's like.
- Yes. I have. - Yeah.
- Well. Look who's here. - Look who I have.
Hey there.
- John. Look. - He hasn't seen you in so long.
- There's Daddy. - There you go.
- Oh, he's tired. - Better go, honey.
It's okay. It's okay.
He seems tired. Can I freshen up your drink. Darling?
- I'll get it. - Wait. I'll get it.
Who could that be at this hour?
Horton?
I'm in here.
Mr. Ewing.
What's he doing with my gun?
I promised to tell you first.
The lab reports came back today. And there's no doubt about it.
This is the gun that was used to shoot your son.
What about the fingerprints?
I'm afraid the only fingerprints. Aside from yours. Belong to Mrs. Ewing.
Sue Ellen Ewing.
Oh. My God.