Dallas (1978–1991): Season 11, Episode 26 - Last of the Good Guys - full transcript

Last on Dallas:

I can't get O'Dell off my mind.

That man out-and-out
tried to blackmail me.

Is that righteous
indignation I hear?

- Oh, it's Jenna.
- So they'll be home soon?

I'm not sure when
they're coming back.

I hope this war between
you and J.R. just explodes...

and blows the both of
you all to hell and back.

Thought he was unconscious. I
had no way of knowing he was dying.

Our only hope is
involuntary manslaughter.

It's only a matter of time till I have
it all, everything that Ewing Oil had.



And, honey. You can
take that to the bank.

- I gotta go.
- You have time, don't you?

No.

Tonight?

I don't think so.

Ray...

your marriage is over.

I didn't say that.

I think I remember more
about last night than you do.

Maybe.

Your wife has taken a little
trip to Europe with the kids...

and you don't know
when she'll be back.

That has nothing to do with you.

If it hurts you, it concerns me.



- What are you doing?
- Well, I...

You think I'm a whore?

I don't know.

Connie, I'm sorry.

Ray, we made
love here last night.

I'm very attracted to you.

I gotta go.

I'll see you.

You bet you will.

I love this town,
Bobby. I love it.

People back home have been kind enough
to let me spend the last 30 years here.

With a day like today,
little snap in the air...

slight threat of rain...

Oh, I tell you, I love it.

And no desire to go back
home when you retire.

Back to that mosquito-infested
swamp? No, sir.

Why our ancestors drove the Indians out
of that mudhole has forever escaped me.

- Would you like a drink?
- No, thank you.

No, sir, when I
retire, I retire abroad.

Bonny, bonny, Scotland.

And the castle.

Right.

Absolutely right.

Which you still think out of gratitude
I should make available to you?

Well, you Ewings, Jock, when
he was alive, J.R., and yourself...

you're happy with your life in
Texas, with living on your ranch.

- Southfork, isn't it?
- That's right.

Have you ever visited my estate?

No, I can't say as I have.

Well, there's no reason why you should.
I wouldn't if I hadn't been born there.

Well, the Ewings have
always come through for me...

when I came through for them.

Now...

with the Justice Department...

it's gonna take a lot
of arm wrestling there.

I'm sorry, senator, but
your price is just too high.

Oh?

Someone once said that there's no
price too high to pay for a good name.

Obviously, you don't feel
that way about Ewing Oil.

Good day, sir.

Hello, Clayton.

JR.

You know. I gotta
admire your composure.

- Well, I'm pleased to hear that.
- You seemed to recover nicely.

Seeing you cheated on Mama and
you're facing a charge of homicide.

JR.

Oh, I met your little tootsie
the day she came to see Mama.

Wouldn't mind spending a
little time with that myself.

Hell, all I'm saying is given
the same set of circumstances...

I don't think I'd be able to control
myself the way you say you did.

What the hell
are you getting at?

Well, I just admire your
taste in bed partners, that's all.

Look, you refugee from a
stud farm, don't push your luck.

- Take it easy, Clayton...
- Don't push your luck.

Well, considering the way
you've been plastered...

on the front pages of the newspapers,
I didn't think you'd be so sensitive.

Have a nice day.

- Petra Group Defies-
-Phyllis. Bobby.

I'm gonna take
the next flight back.

You've become
quite the commuter.

Haven't I? I need you to do
something for me right away.

Okay.

I'm dealing with Senator O'Dell
and he's a first-class highwayman.

Well, what can I do?

I want you to check the files on him.
J.R. and Daddy had dealings with him.

You may have to go back
as far as 30 years or so.

Get any record you can on those deals
or anything else you can come up with.

- I'll get on it.
- Okay, thanks.

- See you tomorrow.
- Okay-Bye, Bobby-.

- Who is it?
- Airport limo service.

You are early.

- Well, it was my first day on the job.
- Oh, I see.

I'll tell you what you do. Take these
bags, run down, throw them in the car.

- Oh, I don't do suitcases.
- Oh?

But they have
strong bellmen here.

Is that right? Are you an
expert on the strong bellmen?

None of your business.

I'm glad you're taking
me to the airport.

I really missed
you this morning.

I wanted us to spend a
little more time together.

You had your chance.

Mr. Casey Denault is
here to see you, Cliff.

Send him in.

- You can go right in.
- Thank you.

- Oh, it is Jackie, isn't it?
- Yes.

Hey, Mr. Barnes.

- Hi there, what can I do for you?
- Oh, nothing.

Nothing. I just came
here to boast a little bit.

Well, my mama told me never to do that
but in this case, I just couldn't resist.

I don't think I'm following you.

Well, I predicted that Westar
stock would skyrocket and it has.

I know that's helped
your financial position.

Yeah, it's true, it has
and I'm delighted. So?

So? How about thanks?

Why? You didn't have
anything to do with it.

No, sir, but J.R. Ewing did.

Oh, and you knew in advance
when J.R. was gonna buy.

That's right.

Well, you're just telling me that you had
a pipeline to J.R. though his secretary.

Now, I used Sly one time and...

Oh, it didn't have
romantic involvement,

I'm sorry to say, but
I had a hold on her...

and it paid off but...

Now, wait a minute.

Why do I think that you're
here for reasons other than...

the good fortune
of Westar stock?

Mr. Barnes, you and I
do have a lot in common.

Well...

you keep saying that.

I'd like to work with you.

Hell, you take more chances than any
other oilman in Dallas and they paid off.

That gas well, Gold Canyon 340.

Everybody else is
playing it so close to the

vest they're like a
bunch of accountants.

You got a risky venture
you want me to invest in?

That's right.

It's a risky deal.

Well, I admire your
honesty. What is it?

When my daddy died...

the only thing he left
me was some oil land.

At least he said it was oil
land, it's not far from Tulsa.

Now, I didn't have the money to develop
the property or even do the proper tests.

That's why I came to
Dallas looking for backing.

Well, now, why should I back
you? I don't even know you.

I'll tell you why.

Because you could hit a
bonanza up there, Mr. Barnes...

or you can fall on your face
in a mess of tumbleweed.

Send me a map, I'll look at it.

Maps?

- You bet.
- Now, wait a minute. Just send me a map.

- I'll just" I'll look at it.
- That's great.

I'll be in touch.

Hi. Boy, is there a
bunch of people out there.

Must be 10, 12 reporters
out in front of your building.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to apologize.

I think we got off
on the wrong foot.

I said some nasty things, I
wanted you to know I'm sorry.

- Oh, I bet you are.
- No, I am, really.

Well, it doesn't matter
anyway because I'm leaving.

- Leaving? Where are you going?
- Home, back to England.

You can't leave. They need
you to testify at Clayton's trial.

Well, then I'll come back.

How could you abandon him?
I thought you cared for him.

- I do and I'm not abandoning him.
- The police is not gonna let you leave.

I can't deal with all these
reporters, they keep following me...

taking pictures,
asking questions.

Well, I got the
perfect place for you.

Oh, I bet you do. Some place I
can't get away from you either.

Laurel, how many times
do I have to apologize?

I'm doing this for Clayton.

Now, listen, the Ewings have a great
little condo that we use for visiting VIPs.

I can't let you do that.

Well, of course you can.

I can't let my family
be dragged through the

mud any more than
they already have been.

And it's a great little place.

The reporters will
never find you there.

Okay, I'll go.

Good, good.

Well, pack up.

Not now, I've got a whole
business to shut down.

Oh, I'll send somebody to
take care of this stuff here.

No, I have to do it on my own.

All right, when do you
want me to pick you up?

- Give me two days.
- Two days?

All right, two days.

Well, hello.

Who's he, another one?

Brett, this is J.R. Ewing,
Clayton Fallow's stepson.

What's the matter? Wasn't
the old man enough for you?

- Stop it.
- Is there anything I can do, Laurel?

No, I can handle it.

I thought you came back to help me.
Why are you acting so jealous again?

Are you having an
affair with this one too?

I'm not having an affair. I haven't
been having an affair with anyone.

I keep telling you, it's not
good for you in this town.

- I want you to come home with me.
- No.

You should've learned by now...

that no one is gonna get
in the way of my having you.

Mama, I'm finished.

Can Christopher and
I go upstairs to play?

It's boring here.

Boring?

Yeah, I'm the only one who said anything
except “pass the pepper“ for the last hour.

John Ross, it's been only 10 minutes
and I should know because I said it.

You're excused.

Come on, Christopher.

- May I?
- Sure, pal, go ahead.

Well, they were right, it has
been a pretty quiet dinner.

Maybe if you started talking to me
again, we can liven things up here.

I prefer it this way.

We have enough problems around here
without any more friction from you two.

- Mama's right.
- Sony, Mama.

Sue Ellen, how's your company
doing? You haven't talked about it lately.

It's just fine. I had a very interesting
meeting with my banker today.

You thinking of expanding?

As a matter of fact, I'm
thinking about diversifying.

Yeah?

- I wonder what's troubling Clayton.
- J.R.

Well, that man hasn't been happy since
he sold his ranch down at San Angelo.

I don't know...

maybe the climate in
Dallas doesn't agree with him.

Come in.

Well, I thought you'd be asleep.

Did you?

Well, evidently. It didn't
bother you enough...

to drop by my new room and
find out or even say good night.

Clayton, I...

- I don't wanna talk about this right now.
- We are, whether you want to or not.

You know, I really appreciate
the spirit of the Ewings.

How the whole clan just gathers
around when one member's in trouble.

But obviously, that spirit is nothing
but a show for the people of Dallas.

Because inside this house, I
felt like a pariah, an untouchable.

Now, it was lovely of you to dine
publicly with me at the Oil Baron's.

And to show ourselves to the
community as a loyal and loving couple.

Like I was a discredited
presidential candidate.

But you know something, Ellie?

I don't give a damn
what the public thinks.

The only thing that matters to
me is what goes on in this house.

- Clayton...
- Now, we have this discussion now...

or we never have it.

I have to know if we are
genuinely together or not.

And I also have to know
how you feel about me.

I am not gonna live a sham.

I'd rather go back to that
hotel than go on like this.

I don't want you
moving to a hotel.

I want you here...

not for Dallas but for me.

I don't want a divorce or a
separation or anything like that.

But, Clayton...

you really did hurt me...

and it's gonna take some
time to heal the scars.

So...

if it's a little difficult
for me right now...

I hope you'll be
able to understand.

Yes, I can.

As long as I know you love me.

I do.

I love you too.

I never stopped.

Liz, if the items aren't selling in
Miami, then we'll send them to Chicago.

Call Carol and tell
her I told you to call.

All right, call me back, okay?

Bye-bye.

- Mrs. Ewing?
- Yes, Kelly?

Mr. Pearce is here.

- Show him in.
- Okay.

Mr. Pearce.

Thank you, Kelly.

Hello.

Hi.

Is there anything
else, Mrs. Ewing?

I don't think so, thank you.

I'm ready to buy Westar stocks
so I've taken out a large loan.

Is that what this
meeting is all about?

You getting back at J.R.?

Yes.

How much?

Thirty million dollars' worth.

I'm not sure there are
that many shares for sale.

Then buy what you can.

That's it?

Yes.

We could've done
this on the phone.

I think the commission on 30 million is
worth the trip from your office to mine.

And there's no other
reason you wanted to see me.

You're the one
who put us on hold.

I told you I had my reasons.

All right, if this
is just business...

then I wouldn't buy the stock.

-Why? Because you're buying...

at the top of the market.

It's not something I'd advise.

Nick, I'm not concerned
about the money.

It's the only way to stop J.R. and
it's exactly what I'm going to do.

And you're willing
to risk everything...

to get what you want.

Yes...

if I think it's worthwhile.

Are you going to
buy me the stock?

Right.

Thank you.

Hey, Harry.

- Is he still here?
- Yeah, he's inside, eating.

All right, thanks.

Hey, didn't I see you
at Laurel's yesterday?

Yes, I guess you did.

- You eating alone?
- Yes.

Mind if I sit down?

Hey, you're English, aren't you?

I bet you and Laurel have
known each other a long time.

That's none of your business.

Well, I just want you to know that I have
no intention of coming between you two.

You were listening at the door.

Kind of hard not to hear you,
you were talking pretty loud.

You're rather a crude type.

I'm gonna ignore that...

because I have an interest
in defending my stepfather...

and Laurel's testimony at
the trial is gonna be crucial.

So she won't be leaving Dallas.
Not with you or anybody else.

You know, Mr. Ewing...

I don't know why you feel it necessary
to defend that despicable old man.

Careful, Lomax, he's family.

Your family means nothing to me.

Fallow deserved
what happened to him.

And so did Shulton
too for that matter.

Another rival for
Laurel's affections.

Filth.

Pure filth.

You know, you're a lucky man.

You got rid of both rivals
with one blow, so to speak.

Mr. Ewing...

I might suggest that you
continue to stay away from Laurel.

Oh, thank you, I'll
take your advice.

- You get them?
- Absolutely.

- I'll have the pictures at your office.
- Perfect. Thank you.

- May I get something for you?
- I'll have a bourbon and branch.

I worked up quite a thirst.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Well, talk about timing.
I just finished those files.

Good, come on in the office.

- Do you want some coffee?
- No, thank you.

Okay, sit down.

What'd you find?

Nothing.

What? Are you sure?

Absolutely. We don't
have a thing on O'Dell.

I even crossed-checked under
his first name in case it was misfiled.

But Daddy and JR. did a
ton of business with that man.

Maybe JR. has (he “has.

Well, I sure can't
ask him, can I?

Now I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

Can you imagine that
guy trying to get me...

to buy a castle in Scotland for him
in exchange for the Ewing Oil name?

I just wanted to make him holler uncle
a little bit by opening a file on him.

You were gonna blackmail him?

I wouldn't put it quite that
way, but I guess you're right.

I've been in the oil
business long enough...

to know why some deals
get made and some don't.

But I don't see the difference as far as
morality goes between blackmail or bribery.

That is what you're
talking about, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yes, you're right.

Now, will you get out of here and
take your little soapbox with you?

Yes, sir.

We tailed Lomax to
the Singletree Hotel.

I've got a man watching
his room in case he leaves.

Good, good.

Now, you're gonna need these.

They were taken
at the restaurant.

Okay. Now what?

Well, I got a hunch. I want you to
go down around Shulton's apartment.

See it you can find anybody who saw
Lomax on the day the crime was committed.

- Okay, I'm on my way.
- Good.

Yeah, old Clayton
deserves a break...

just as long as I get
my piece of the action.

- Yes, Kelly?
- Mrs. Cryder is here to see you.

Show her in, please.

Sue Ellen, if you asked me here
to discuss my relationship with J.R...

I want you to know that as far as
I'm concerned, you can have him.

I'm seriously considering having
him run over by a steamroller.

Well, what do you know about that? You have
finally discovered the real J.R. Ewing.

Obviously, he's done to you what
he's been doing to me for all these years.

How on earth could you stand it?

Kimberly...

let me tell you a little...

family secret.

J.R.'s daddy used to run
Ewing Oil using the three B's.

- The three B's?
- Yes.

Booze, breads and booty.

So I had to discover a formula for
living with J.R. and I chose the three D's.

And what, may I
ask, are the three D's?

Drink...

divorce...

and doing unto him
what he's done unto me.

I take it that drink and
divorce didn't work for you.

No.

They hurt me then
more than they hurt him.

So is this...

time for revenge?

That's the most fun of all.

You can borrow my Steamroller...

or we can run over him together.

No, that's too quick...

and he might not suffer.

So, what then?

Kimberly, please sit down.

I'm in the process of purchasing
a large amount of Westar stock.

And I'm prepared to
join you to prevent J.R.

from getting total
control of the company.

Sue Ellen, this is
wonderful news.

This could just
swing things our way.

You're right.

Kelly...

bring champagne for Mrs.
Clyde! And the usual for me.

Yes, ma'am.

This could be the beginning
of a beautiful friendship.

Without a doubt.

Ralph, put the bags over there.

- Well, what do you think?
- Well, it's big.

Uh-huh.

Well, now, lookie here.

What's that for?

Oh, the furnace is a little tricky. I
certainly wouldn't want you catching cold.

- There you go.
- Hm.

If this is a setup for
a seduction, forget it.

Oh, Laurel.

I think it's time we called a
little truce. Just enjoy yourself.

I'll open some champagne.

No, I can't drink champagne,
it gives me a headache.

But I could stand a
glass of white wine.

- We||.
- And I'd like a truce.

Good. I mean, we're both trying to
accomplish the same thing, aren't we?

Well, you know. I'm still
not so sure about you.

But I'm prepared to do anything
to get Clayton out of trouble.

I'm glad to hear that.

You wanna try some caviar?

No, it gives me heartburn.

Oh.

Well, can I propose
a little toast?

To Clayton's acquittal.

Laurel, you know I'm trying to
do the best I can for my stepfather.

I'm glad you are, Mr. Ewing.

J.R., please.

You totally confuse me.

On the one hand, you've
been so crude to me.

On the other hand, I can see that
you really do wanna help Clayton.

Of course I do.

Is there anything
else I can do for you?

Yeah.

Do have any way to stop
Brett Lomax from finding me?

Consider it done.

Well, I'd really like to be
alone now. I'm exhausted.

Oh, of course.

You get some rest.

Oh, I forgot to tell you...

I'm having a man guard the door.
To keep the reporters out, of course.

Hi.

I waited to hear from you for as long
as my maidenly modesty would allow.

Oh, I didn't think that...

I was more than
a one-night stand?

Ray, we had a
terrific time together.

We had good talk,
we made good love.

Now, that's more than a
one-night stand, isn't it?

Look, Connie...

things are a little up in the
air between my wife and me.

But I am married.

Is she back?

No.

Have you heard from her?

No.

Well, then are you gonna
spend your time by the phone...

waiting for her to call to tell you you
were wrong to send her daughter away?

Oh, you've been such a fool.

Why don't you let me
take you to dinner, huh?

You don't have to.

I'm sure we could find enough
here to keep body and soul together.

No, come on. Let's
get something to eat.

Not too much to drink. I want
you to remember everything.

On my way.

I'm coming. Just a minute.

Well, hi. What are
you doing here?

How about “nice to see
you, won't you come in?

Thanks for the wine,
why don't we share it?“

Oh, yeah. Okay, fine. I'll get a
corkscrew, couple of glasses.

Well...

why are you here, huh?

How'd you know I was home?

The second question's
easy. I didn't, I took a chance.

Yeah? Why is that?

Because you and I
have a lot to talk about.

Really? Like what?

Like how we've both been taken
for a roller coaster ride by the Ewings.

You?

I thought you were
thick with Bobby.

Bobby, J.R.. Two
halves of the same coin.

J.R.'s out to do
anyone and everyone in.

And Bobby's galloping
around on a white horse...

looking for a virgin
for his next wife.

- Is that a fact?
- Damn near.

Well, I'll tell you
one sure thing.

A sure road to disaster is to
try to figure out the Ewings.

I'll drink to that.

Oh, hello, Bob. I'm
glad you're here.

You know, we haven't had a chance
for a civilized talk in a long time.

Maybe that's because we haven't had
a civilized relationship in a long time.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.
That's mostly my fault.

But I wanted to talk about something
and I hope you don't get angry.

I'm listening.

You know, I think I made a mistake
when I got you the offices the way I did.

Well, I thought
so too at the time.

But you were right.

It did me a lot of good to get
back into business after Pam left.

No, that's not what I mean.

I'd like to be together
with you again.

Like in the old days, share
the same suite of offices.

Well, what's the matter, J.R.?

You have trouble keeping tabs on me
with my office a couple of blocks away?

I'll tell you what I'll do, your next
birthday, I will buy you a telescope.

Oh, no. I'm not joking.

I mean, we've had our knockdown-
drag out fights in the past...

but I miss you.

You know, this last year has
been pretty hard on both of us.

You with Pam and then the
problem you had with Christopher...

and I gotta tell you, losing Ewing
Oil has been a big blow to my ego.

You know...

every time I see Daddy's picture
hanging on the wall in my office...

I can't help but feel that...

well, no matter how
successful you get or I get...

we're not gonna be
living up to his dreams.

He wanted us together,
Bobby. Side by side.

Building the biggest
independent oil company in Texas.

You know, that's nice.

Now, what is it
that you really want?

Well, I'm playing
straight with you.

I wanna get together again.

J.R., would it surprise you in the
least if I didn't believe a word you said?

No, if you want me
in the next office...

you want something from me.

Good night.

No, Bob...

I bet you don't remember much
about the last time you were here.

- Connie, this isn't right.
- That's what makes it so delicious.

You're gonna leave a
lady all primed and ready?

God help me.

No.

Shut up.

- Yes, Rosie?
- Mr. Ewing is still waiting.

Well, I guess he's cooled his
heels long enough, send him in.

Yes, sir.

Why don't you sit down?

Oh, I see you did.

Senator, I have a
proposition for you.

Is that so?

Well, frankly,
I'm not surprised.

You haven't even heard it.

You're about to show
me the proper gratitude...

for services about
to be rendered.

Oh, is that right?

You see...

I have a fair idea what you did as
soon as you left my office the other day.

You called that pretty little
secretary of yours in Dallas...

and you told her to
research the Ewing files.

You were looking for some dirty
scheme you could blackmail me with...

but you came up empty-handed.

There was nothing in the files.

And you couldn't ask
J.R., you're in this alone.

You want Ewing Oil badly
and you want it for yourself.

Are you tapping
my phone, senator?

You're good, Bobby. But
you're still wet behind the ears.

I don't have to tap phones, I
know how this game works.

Did you bring the deed
to my Scottish castle?

No.

No?

Are we playing more games now?

No, we're not.

I brought you...

- a 99-year land trust.
- Hah.

Well, I guess
that's just as good.

I don't think the missis and
I have 99 years left in us.

Well, the trust starts the day
the Ewing Oil name is mine again.

Well, maybe you're not so
wet behind the ears after all.

Nice touch, Bobby Ewing.

You get the Ewing name...

I get my little
retirement castle.

You know, I think you're
almost as smart as your daddy.

Deal?

A deal.

- Who is it?
- J.R.

- Good morning.
- He||o.

Did you sleep well?

No, I keep thinking Clayton's
trial is getting closer and closer.

What if I can get
him off the hook?

- You're not kidding me?
- No.

- You remember Harry McSween?
- Yeah, how could I forget?

Well, now, don't be too
hard on the good sergeant.

After all, he found two
witnesses that saw the real killer.

The real killer?

Who?

A friend of yours. Brett Lomax.

- Brett?
- Yeah.

Shulton was unconscious
when Clayton left.

Lomax was waiting.

He saw Clayton go out, and then
Lomax went into Shulton's apartment.

In his sick mind, he decided
to get rid of both his rivals.

He suffocated Shulton, figuring
Clayton would be blamed for it.

And that way, he got rid of the
two people who stood in his way.

I can't believe it.

J.R., I don't know what to
say. I'm so grateful to you.

Well, Clayton's not free yet.

- But you said...
- I know what I said.

But Harry is holding
Lomax at the airport.

One call from me and he'll bring
him in. I mean, the man confessed.

It's an open-and-shut case.

So call him, what
are you waiting for?

You.

You see, if Harry doesn't
get a call from me...

he's gonna put Lomax on
a non-stop plane to London.

So...

in essence...

Clayton's fate is in your hands.

Oh, now the payoff.

- Sex in return for freeing Clayton.
- Well, that's kind of crude.

- You might find it a rewarding experience.
- Bastard.

I've been called worse.

- Don't touch me. I can't stand you.
- Come on, darling.

You care for Clayton a lot
more than you despise me.

I don't believe this.

Believe it.

Dr. Styles.

The way I read the figures, we
may just hold off Ewing if we...

What do you say, George?

I think we've got
a real problem.

Sue Ellen Ewing, J.R.'s wife, just
bought a very large block of stock.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

That's a disaster.

Hello, Daddy.

Daddy.

- Kimberly, you've come at a very bad time.
- I've got something to tell you.

Sue Ellen Ewing just bought about
$30 million worth of Westar stock.

I know, we just got that news.

But Daddy, she's going
to vote on our side.

- She is?
- Uh-huh.

Well, that's wonderful.

Everybody, everybody come
around for just a minute, please.

Come around here.

I think we've got him.

It looks like we've blasted
the hell out of J.R. Ewing.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I believe we've won.

- Aah!
- Daddy. Daddy.

- Ugh. Aah.
- Oh, Daddy.

Oxygen. Hurry up.

Oh, Daddy.

Breathe.

Breathe. Daddy.

Hey, Christopher,
wanna play 52 pick-up?

What's that?

Well, hello, everybody.

- Have I got some great news.
- You're gonna tell us now, Daddy?

Yeah, don't send us
upstairs so we can't hear.

I wouldn't dream
of it, Christopher.

Clayton...

you are a free man.

What are you talking about?

I used all the political
clout I had with the police...

had them retrace their steps.

They picked up a man
named Brett Lomax.

- Lomax?
- Yeah.

He was seen near the murdered
man's apartment just after you left.

Apparently. He finished
what you started.

But at any rate, he
made a full confession.

You're off the hook.

J.R., I don't know
how to thank you.

You don't have to.

My only motive was to
keep this family together.

And especially to
make my mama happy.

J.R., sometimes you
are truly remarkable.

Oh, Mama, you have no idea what
getting Clayton off the hook meant to me.

Next on Dallas:

My father's dead. You
killed him! You killed him!

I don't care how many congressmen
or senators you wine and dine.

Ewing name is gone,
you're not getting it back.

I have a wife and a family.

That didn't stop you before.

J.R. found out that
Even killed David...

and he said he would bury the
evidence unless I went to bed with him.

I wanted J.R. to fail.
I thought he would.

This man will get what he wants.

- To Westar.
- And its new chairman, J.R. Ewing.