Dallas (1978–1991): Season 11, Episode 2 - After the Fall: Digger Redux - full transcript

- Last on Dallas: -She'd
just come from the doctor.

He told her that she could
carry a baby until term.

Think you're going
just a little too fast?

I'm not moving fast enough.

Did you see how those
vultures from the cartel behaved?

- When's Mama coming home?
- I don't know.

The only time J.R. will cease to
be a threat is when J.R. is dead.

If I were betting, I'd give you
favorable odds your wife is gonna live.

Temperature's down half
a point from this morning.

Pulse rate's a little lower.

Vital signs seem to be holding.



Mr. Ewing, it's just not right.

I could never do
something like that.

Well, Ralph, “never“ is a funny
word. I just never like to use it myself.

I mean, I wouldn't even know
how to do something like that.

Oh, sure you would.

You just find that document I want
and get at it when nobody's looking.

And then make a copy and give it to
me. Nothing hard about that, is there?

Do you realize
what you're asking?

Oh, I'm not asking anything,
I'm offering you an opportunity.

- Sir?
- An opportunity...

to keep that job I got
for you, remember?

After helping you get out from
under that embezzlement charge.

Mr. Ewing...

I have never forgotten
what you did for me.



- Neither have I.
- And I'm very grateful.

I know that and I know you're
not gonna disappoint me.

Now, you are gonna get
me that document, aren't you?

Sony, J.R., but we
have that meeting...

- out in Rockwall in 45 minutes.
- My gosh, yeah.

I was having a good time
with our conversation...

that the time just
slipped by. Ha-ha-ha.

- Listen, I'll be hearing from you, right?
- Oh, yes, sir.

Real soon.

Boy, Mr. Ewing, you're everything
everybody's ever said about you.

Yeah? How's that?

Oh, you know the producing capacity
of my field almost as well as I do.

I've been working
it eight years.

Bet it wouldn't
take you five skinny

minutes to know where
to drop the next hole.

Ha-ha. Sly, this man
is trying to butter me up.

Try and make me sound clever...

so that I won't notice when he
hits me with a Whopper of a price.

All right, let's not
waste any more time.

- What do you want for that field?
- Well, now, I'm not sure.

Oh, come on. Don't
beat around the bush.

What do you want for that
mosquito-infested bunch of dry holes?

Bunch of dry holes?

Didn't you just tell me you was gonna make
this a cornerstone of your new company?

Yes, I did. Good property and
I want it. So hit me with a price.

Twenty-eight million dollars.

- Oh. No, I mean a serious price.
- That's serious, Mr. Ewing.

Bunch of hogwash is what it is.

That damn field is not
worth half of $28 million.

Then you just tell me why you
think it's worth that kind of money.

Because you want it, that's why.

And nobody else in Dallas is
gonna do business with you.

- What's that?
- You heard me.

Ask around, Mr. Ewing,
see if I'm wrong.

Well, I don't have
to ask around.

I've done business in the past.
I'm gonna do business again.

If you think otherwise, you're
dumber than you're trying to look.

You did business in the past
because Ewing Oil was powerful.

But you're out in
the cold now, Ewing.

A lot of people are gonna
enjoy taking advantage of that.

Hell, I don't know who
you have been talking to...

but nobody takes
advantage of J.R. Ewing.

Now, I'm gonna give you another chance
because that property is important to me.

I'm still willing to do business
with you if you are serious.

Oh, I'm serious, all right.
You give me 28 million...

and you got yourself a real
nice start on your new empire.

Come on, Sly, this man doesn't
know who he's dealing with.

Twenty-eight million dollars.

Would you hold my calls, please?

It's incomprehensible.

Incomprehensible.

After all the trouble I went
to to get Mandy back...

you just tear up her contract.

Well, maybe you went
to too much trouble.

Mrs. Ewing, with
all due respect...

you just don't seem to grasp
how important she is to us.

I grasp that you're beginning
to get under my skin.

Oh.

I'm supposed to button up while I watch
you do things that could sink my company.

- Your company?
- Well, I do still own 10 percent.

- Yes, you do, don't you?
- Yes, I do.

Well, I'm beginning to feel
that that's 10 percent too much.

Ha. Now, just what is
that supposed to mean?

That I'm gonna buy you out.

You're gonna buy me out.

No, I don't think so.

You see, I don't intend to sell.

Oswald, either your memory is
short or your eyesight is lousy.

Either way I think there's
something you've forgotten.

And what's that?

There is a minor clause
in our sales agreement...

that gives me the right and the
privilege to buy you out any time...

for half again the
original market price.

Yeah, okay, I know about that.

Now, now, now,
just a minute here.

No, it's been wonderful working with
you but I think we'd both be better apart.

Are you crazy?

I started this company.

I respect the contribution that
you've made to this company.

I even gave it my name.

I can't believe this.

I'll have my attorney
exercise the option.

- You'|| have a check in the morning.
- Just a minute here.

Let's just talk this out.

I think we have said
everything we need to say.

Do you know what you're doing?

- You're committing suicide.
- Am I really?

You're getting rid of the two
people who built Valentine Lingerie.

- Mandy Winger and me.
- I think it's time that you leave.

You're crazy, you know that?

- You're gonna sink without me.
- Get out.

You mark my words. You
let me walk out that door...

and you're gonna find out how
insignificant you really are without me.

- Us.
- Out.

Hey, Bobby.

How is she?

- Hi, Bobby.
- He||o, April.

Yeah, she wanted to
come with me again.

I think I'd just like to go in
there by myself, you know.

I spend a little time
alone with Pam, huh?

Sure, go ahead.

- I'll be waiting for you out here.
- Yeah, okay.

I hope you don't mind me coming,
Bobby. I don't mean to intrude.

That's all right.

It's for Cliff.

He really has no one.

I understand. I think it's nice.

No, it's...

Just at a time like this I know
how important it is to be there...

for those you care about.

I hope you're not trying
to go through this all alone.

Different people handle
things different ways, that's all.

I know...

but I was here yesterday...

and today.

And you seem so all alone.

Forgive me, I'm
nobody to give advice.

But at a time like this, you really
need your friends around you.

Thanks.

If there's anything that I
can do, anything at all...

I only wish there was, April.

Your new desks and couches
should be at the office by now.

I'll stay with Carrie
and John to make sure...

- everything gets put in right.
- Fine.

I can't believe he refused
to sell you that field.

He didn't refuse. He wanted
twice what it was worth.

It's the same thing, isn't it?

What the hell's going on here?

Ewing Oil Number 3.

One of the first fields Daddy
has ever struck it big on.

All right, cut that out, Sly.

I'm sorry. I just can't help it.

To see Ewing Oil
come down like that.

It's just so unfair.

Whoever told you life is
supposed to be fair, honey?

But we don't let it get to us.

And we don't cry,
you understand?

Yes.

Let's keep moving ahead.

And don't look back.

This isn't fail, you know.

Because you never
did anything to anybody.

Because you were a good wife
and you were a good mother...

and you're the best sister
that anybody could ever want.

Oh.

God, I wish I could make up to you
for all the awful things that I did to you.

You know. Because
you never rejected me...

and you never pushed me away.

And you should've...

kicked my butt a
thousand different times.

But you were generous...

and kind and good.

Mm-hm.

And you always took me back...

and you always loved me. You...

And you loved me
after I hurt you badly.

I just don't understand why
this has to happen to you.

But, you know, Mama's
gone and Daddy's gone.

So please, Pam, don't die.

Hmm?

So please, dear
God, don't die on me.

What a ignoramus.
That's what I was saying.

I told him 12 years earlier
that there was oil in that ground.

Did they listen?

No, they was too college
educated to listen to me.

While they had their noses
stuck in their reports, ha...

mine was smelling oil.

He never gives up, does he?

That's the truth. I can take you out
there and show you that first hole.

Heh. A hole don't prove a thing.

Hey, Dandridge, you so smart...

how's come you ain't rich?

Because they paid those
diaper-wearing smart heads from college...

a pile of money that they
ought to have paid me.

That's right. I was the one who
tried to convince them where to dig.

Hell, I even took him over to the spot
and practically stuck their noses in it.

But no, they had to send for
all those geological ninnies...

before they'd get up enough
guts to stick the drill in the ground.

You know something, I have a
feeling we better tie a string to him.

Because he's so
filled with hot air...

- he's gonna take off! Ha-ha-ha!
- Don't tell me I'm full of hot air.

Come on, you
numbskull, stop that.

- Dandridge, I'm gonna bust your head in.
- You and what football team?

Cut that out. Cut it out!

Hold it. We're
putting this down.

That's it, the next one
that moves gets crowned.

Come on, let's get out.

- Over here.
- Let me go.

Hey, you're not gonna
show anybody anything.

- Get out of here.
- Come on, get out.

Old-timer, come on over
here. I'm gonna buy you a drink.

Come on.

Well.

A gentleman of class finally
drifted into this filth hole.

He can't have much class
if he sat down with you.

Don't pay any attention to them.

My name is Cliff.

Harrison Dandridge.
Dandy for short.

Harrison Dandridge.

Linda.

What are you gonna drink?

Anything.

Bring him a shooter
and a longneck, huh?

- Arrogant little twerp. I'll show him.
- What's going on?

Of all the gall! Can you imagine that
little pipsqueak calling me insignificant?

- What's happening?
- Oswald Valentine is what happened.

For months, he's been
second guessing everything I do.

And questioning
every decision I make.

And he can't stand the fact
that I fired Mandy Winger.

You did, didn't you?

Yes. I wanted her out of the company and
I got rid of her. And I got rid of Oswald.

Oh.

That's right. I bought him out.

That ungrateful little
man had the nerve to

tell me that I was
gonna tail without him.

- We||, prove him wrong, honey.
- You bet I will.

Ha-ha-ha. Well, how
are you gonna do it?

I don't know.
That's just the thing.

Well, the important thing is don't
let it upset you. Just move on.

I'm just not sure what
the first move should be.

Well, what do you wanna do?

Well, I was thinking about
expanding, I don't know.

That might mean that I'd have to go public.
I don't know anything about that, do you?

No, not really.

Ewing Oil was always
a private company.

Expansion was just a question
of buying and selling with us.

If you're really interested,
why don't you call John Cate.

You know him, Meese-Cate
Brokerage House.

- Yeah, the name sounds familiar.
- Yeah.

He's at the Oil
Baron's Ball every year.

I'm just not positive I'm
ready to make a move yet.

Well, call him anyhow,
set up an appointment.

Maybe he can give
you some good ideas.

Maybe you're right.

I'm proud of you, you know that?

- Are you really?
- Yes, I am.

- You ever work in Louisiana?
- Texas, Louisiana, Oklahoma...

- everywhere.
- Yeah.

Except offshore.
Offshore ain't for me.

I figured if he wanted us to work on
water he'd have webbed our toes. Ha-ha.

Hey, you didn't ever run across an old
0” driller named Digger Barnes, did you?

Digger Barnes? Yeah, once or twice. I
heard he died a couple of years back.

Yeah.

Now there was a
man who could find oil.

Found it with his
nose, just like me.

So they said.

Hey, you jackasses. You
remember Digger Barnes?

- Who are you calling jackasses?
- Yeah.

A bunch of dummies I'm looking
at. What, are you blind too?

Wait, wait. Wait a minute.
Don't get into this again, please.

Well, what about Digger Barnes?

This man here knew him.

That ain't no accomplishment.

Digger Barnes was as
full of crap as you are. Hah!

That man had more brains
in the seat of his pants...

- than on all three you had in your heads.
- Hey, you tell them.

Hey, why don't you and
I get out of this dump.

Nothing here but
a bunch of drunks.

- Got any money?
- Yeah, I get money. Why?

I know a place not far
from here. Nice place.

You and I could kind
of head on up there...

kind of polish off the evening.

I'm not really in the
mood for bar hopping.

But if you wanna stop by my
place a while, I'll pour us drinks.

You hear that? This gentleman
invited me to his home for a drink.

I hope he locks
up his silverware.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Hey. It's all right,
don't wake up.

Did you see Mommy?

Yeah.

She's real sick, isn't she?

I'm afraid she is, pal.

When are you gonna
take me to see her, Daddy?

I don't know.

Soon, I hope.

I'm scared, Daddy.

Hey, hey, hey.

Come here.

So am I.

Can I sleep with you tonight?

Why not? Come on.

Here you go.

Hey, old cool, where are you?

Dandy, you in there?

Oh, boy. Wait a minute.

Aah.

Two bucks. Oh, boy.

That's gotta be one
of the dumbest things...

I have ever done in my life.

Two bucks.

He got me.

Easy, little boy. Come on.

Easy now.

Hey. Hey. Can't you find a better
place to walk that little doggy?

The dam thing's stuck.

Well, one of you is,
that's for dang sure.

Here, let me give
you some help, huh?

Come on.

Come on, boy. Come.

Come on. Come on, boy.

Come on.

Come along. Come
on over here. Come on.

Come on now.

- Come along.
- Pull him out.

Let him go.

- He's okay.
- Hey.

Oh, boy.

Hi, Miss Ellie.

- He||o, Ray.
- We're just having a little fun here. Ha!

I saw that.

Thanks for giving
me a hand there.

- You'|| be coming along?
- Yeah, I'll see you later.

Miss Ellie.

Ellie, if you have drove
all the way out here...

to give me another
lecture, you wasted the trip.

I came out here to remind
you we had an appointment...

- in Fort Worth in an hour. I wanted...
- I know about the appointment.

I'm not gonna go.

- You what?
- That's right.

I have no interest in a long,
boring car ride at Fort Worth.

I wanna hang around
here and work with Ray.

- Wrestling with a cow?
- Whatever.

- Exhausting yourself.
- Whatever.

Clayton, have you
lost all common sense?

Come on, Sybil, let's
go. Come on. Tsk. Hah.

If you think I'm gonna let you
kill yourself, Clayton Fallow...

you're even crazier
than you're acting now.

You did real good, Ralph. Saved
your family a lot of embarrassment.

And that's it, right? I could
count on your silence?

Well, do I look like the kind of
man who'd go back on his word?

Nice seeing you again, Ralph.

Here we are.

“In the event of my death...
To my only son, Christopher.“

Well, what do you know.

If Pam dies,
Christopher gets it all...

and Bobby gets to
control it for him. Well, well.

Well, I guess Bobby and I will just
have to get closer to one another again.

- He||o, Sue Ellen.
- Hi, Bobby.

How's Christopher?

I've been talking to him,
trying to comfort him a little bit...

but he's hurting
and he needs you.

- I'll go talk to him. Thank you.
- Okay.

How you doing, partner?

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hi.

Is Mommy better today?

She's doing a little better.

Daddy, I was thinking.

- I really wanna see Mama.
- Christopher.

I know she's sick but I
really wanna see her.

Please, Daddy. Please
take me to the hospital.

I can't do that, son. You
gotta try and understand.

- But...
- The doctors have given Mama...

a lot of medication.

You know how it is
when you get a cold...

and Mama gives you that cough
syrup, you know how you feel?

- Sleepy.
- That's right.

Your eyes are closed
tight and you can't wake up.

It's like that with
Mama right now.

She wouldn't be able to see you.

- But I could see her.
- Christopher.

I need you to be a
big boy about this.

You gotta be patient, son.

It's hard.

I know, I know.

We'll both go see Mama
just as soon as we can.

But you've got to wait
just a little bit longer.

You gotta wait till she
feels a little better, okay?

Can you do that?

That's my boy.

What did you do with my money?

Are you crazy or something?

You know better than to walk up to a
body like that. You scared me speechless.

Hey, I will throttle you speechless
it you don't give me back my money.

- What money?
- The money you stole from my wallet.

I didn't steal nothing from you.
There was nothing worth stealing.

Don't tell me that you
didn't go through my wallet.

Well, I took a little
something to work with.

- Ah. A little something to work with?
- Yeah, don't you smell that...

what's cooking?

That's a mulligatawny
stew on that stove.

And you don't make a mulligatawny
stew with instant coffee...

and moldy old canons
of foreign foods.

Which is all that you
had left in that kitchen.

Yeah, I took your
money. Yeah, I did.

But I stocked it. Look.

Heh. Hey, look. I didn't tell
you to do anything like that.

Well, you don't have
enough sense to.

Ha-ha. I did it myself.

What's this?

Oh, uh... That's your change.
What did you think it was?

What did you think I
was gonna do, pocket it?

Just a minute.

It's good stuff, huh?

Let me tell you something, kid.

Dandy Dandridge always
gives back what he gets.

You took care of me last
night, I'm gonna take care of you.

Now, take off your
jacket and come in here.

I need you to peel some onions.

Oh, God. I don't believe this.

- Rau|, Mr. Fallow's not down yet?
- No, sir, I haven't seen him.

Good morning, Miss Ellie.

- Good morning, Ray.
- Where's Clayton?

We're supposed to be on
our way to a horse auction.

He's not going.

Well, what's the matter?
Is he sick or something?

Ray...

come and sit with me a minute.

Yes, ma'am.

Ray. I, uh...

I wanna tell you something.

But I want it left
between you and me.

Yes, ma'am.

Clayton has...

- Has had a heart attack.
- What?

No, no, no. Wait.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that
he just had a heart attack.

It happened about 12 years ago.

But he's been having some trouble
again. There's some sort of blockage there.

Blockage?

It showed up in the test
that he did at the hospital.

Why in the world is he doing all this
exercising, riding horses all the time?

I know, I know.

Well, son of a gun, just the other
day we pulled that calf out of the tank.

He seems determined to
prove that he's a teenager.

So it he asks you to do
something like that again...

please, please just
make some excuse.

What does he think he
is, some kind of superman?

He's trying to deny that
there's anything wrong with him.

Don't you know what
that could lead to?

I'm afraid I do.

We've got to find
a way to stop him.

Bobby?

JR.

Any change?

Little things. Nothing
to get excited about.

She's gonna pull
through, I know she is.

J.R., she hasn't even moved yet.

Got her down in
hydrotherapy treatment.

How long is that gonna last?

I don't know, a couple
of hours, I guess.

Well, you got some time on your
hands. Come on, take a ride with me.

- No, I don't think so.
- There's something I want you to see.

Do you real good to get
away from here for a while.

I think I'll just
hang around here.

Hanging around here is not
gonna accomplish anything.

Come on, take a ride.

- Here is the last batch.
- Oh.

Oh, you've got a call from John
Cale, Meese-Cate Brokerage.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

- Sue Ellen Ewing.
- Mrs. Ewing.

John Cate, I spoke with
your husband this morning.

Oh, yes. He called for me.

I'm involved in a business venture.
He thought I talk to you about it.

Fine. How about you
and I meet today for lunch?

Today would be great.

I should tell you, though.
That it has nothing to do with oil.

The venture I'm
involved in is my own.

J.R. thought I might
pick your brain.

Well, these days I'm not
sure there's much left to pick...

but I'll be happy to
help any way I can.

Why don't we meet
at Chez Claude, say...

- 12:30?
- Oh, perfect. I'll see you then. Bye-bye.

All right, where
are you taking me?

I thought you might
wanna see the new offices.

J.R., I do not care about
seeing your new offices.

Not mine, yours.

Oh, come on, Bobby, things have
been pretty rough for you lately.

Pam's in terrible shape and I
know how much you love her but...

Well, you just can't hang around
that hospital 24 hours a day.

- J.R.
- You gotta move on, Bob.

So I figured the best thing
for you would be a new office.

- I don't care about having new offices.
- I thought that might be your attitude...

- so I got one for you.
- You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?

Bob, you gotta have
some place to work.

- So does Phyllis.
- I don't want you meddling in my affairs.

I've had enough of
that to last a lifetime.

And you're not concerned about
anybody but yourself. Least of all Pam.

Hey, now, wait a
minute. Ease up, Bob.

Pam and I have had our
differences in the past...

but that doesn't mean I don't feel
terrible about what's happened to her.

All right, I'm sorry.

I don't mean to push you but
you're my brother and I love you.

You can't mope
around like this forever.

J.R., it's only been two weeks.

Will you take me
back to the hospital?

I don't wanna go in there.

All right.

Bob, I got my own
problems too, you know.

Nothing like yours,
of course, but...

- Well, I need you with me.
- We are not working together anymore.

I know that.

But even if we're not
sharing the same company...

we're still in the
same business.

We need the competition,
Bobby. Both of us do, I know it.

So I think it's time
that we find out...

which one of us is the best
man to fill Daddy's shoes.

I know you mean well...

but not yet, okay?

The only thing I care
about right now is Pam.

He||o.

He||o, I'm supposed
to meet Mr. John Cate.

- Yes, I just seated him.
- Thank you.

- Mrs. Ewing.
- Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

The prerogative of a
beautiful young woman.

- Thank you.
- Mrs. Ewing...

I'd like to introduce you to
a member of Meese-Cate.

- This is Nicholas Pearce.
- How do you do?

- I've been reading a great deal about you.
- I didn't know there was much to read.

There is, if you're
interested enough to look.

- Thank you.
- May I bring you something from the bar?

- Yes, iced tea, please.
- Thank you. And you, gentlemen?

We're fine. Thank you.

I thought it'd be a good idea
if Nicholas joined us for lunch.

- I hope you don't mind.
- 01 course not.

The department he has covers
a broad range of activities. Um...

How should I describe you?

- Your option.
- Well, I guess, you could say...

he's the company's point man
for public offerings which means...

he can paint a broader picture of
the choices open to you than I can.

In that case, I am delighted
to meet Mr. Pearce.

Mr. Pearce is delighted
to meet Mrs. Ewing.

Yes, I have a feeling from what
you and your husband told me...

that you'll need to be involved in at
least one or two of the areas he covers...

so why not get him
involved on the ground floor?

Why not?

Thank you. Well, I have this company
that I have built from practically nothing.

And I'm really not
sure what to do.

Should I expand, go public,
merge with a large! company.

So I really need advice on the right
moves to make for someone in my position.

You have a number
of alternatives.

That's exactly what I thought
but I don't know where to begin.

- I have a suggestion.
- Yes?

Why don't we start with lunch.

Good idea.

Perfect. I'm famished.

Hi, sweetheart.
How'd it go today?

Fine.

- Hi, Charlie, how was school?
- Hi.

Um... I'm gonna
go saddle up Darius.

Charlie.

Hmm?

That's better.

What's going on with her anyhow?

I don't know,
something going on?

You haven't noticed?

All we've been able to get out
of her is a grunt or a “Hmp!“...

for the last couple of days.

Don't worry, she's
just at that age.

That age? What age is that?

You know. That age.

Some boy in school
she probably likes...

looked at her cross-eyed or
something and she's devastated.

Remember?

I don't know.

- Anything good?
- Afraid not.

How did Bobby
like his new offices?

He wouldn't even come
up and look at it with me.

- He's pretty upset.
- Well, it's hard to blame him with Pam.

- Well, I just pray she'll pull through.
- Yeah.

Say, why don't you call
patient information for me, huh?

- I wanna see how she's doing.
- All right.

Hmm.

You know, that's
really very nice of you.

With all the fighting
you two have done.

I don't think people understand
how concerned you are about her.

Yeah, I am concerned.

Her health means
a great deal to me.

Mr. Ewing.

Visiting hours were
over quite some time ago.

I won't be much longer.

Why don't you come out
here with me for a minute.

You're welcome to
stay as long as you like...

but I don't know what purpose
you think it's gonna serve.

It's just hard...

to leave, that's all.

I understand.

But, you know, this isn't one these things
that's gonna clear up in a week or two.

- You got a long road ahead of you.
- I know that.

How's your little boy?

Look, Mr. Ewing,
I'm not a psychiatrist.

But I am familiar with family
distress and in a situation like this...

it can be very debilitating.

It can cause almost as
much damage to the family...

as the injuries
can to the patient.

I'm doing all right.

Now, listen to me,
Mr. Ewing. Go home.

Get some rest.

You're gonna need every ounce of strength
you've got to see her through this.

Stubborn, stubborn old man.

I thought it was Clayton.

I'm sorry, Mama. I'd hope I
wasn't keeping anybody awake.

Bobby.

I'm so sorry about Pam.

I just wish there was
something I could do, Mama.

There is.

Just make sure you
don't give up hope.

Hey, John Ross.

- Hi, Uncle Bobby.
- I've been looking for Christopher.

He's not in his room.
Have you seen him?

Yeah, a while ago. He said he
was going down to the junction.

- The junction?
- Yeah, on his bike.

But he should have
been back by now.

All your life you had
everything you ever wanted.

Everything that
should've been mine.

Haven't you?

Yes, you have.

You've had a home and
a husband and a child.

And me?

I've been an
outcast. Yes, I have.

Hiding.

Always afraid somebody
would recognize me...

and tum me in to the police.

That's all over now.

The tables have turned.

It's my tum.

I'm going to have
everything that was yours.

So sleep on, little sister.

Sleep on.

Next on Dallas:

That's him.

All of him.

Fenton, you have gotta find my son.
He's been missing since this morning.

You want Valentine and
Sue Ellen Ewing up in lights.

I can do that for you.

Keep your office. Only thing I
care about is Pam and Christopher.

The rest means nothing. Nothing.

- And I wish more than this had turned up.
- It did.

There was a relative. One
we've never heard of before.

Hello, Bobby.