Dallas (1978–1991): Season 11, Episode 3 - The Son Also Rises - full transcript

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If Pam dies, little Christopher gets it
all and Bobby gets to control it for him.

- You know what you're doing?
- It's time you leave.

You're gonna sink.

Digger Barnes. Now, there
was a man who could find oil.

Found it with his
nose, just like me.

I'm delighted to
meet Mr. Pearce.

Mr. Pearce is delighted
to meet Mrs. Ewing.

I'm looking for Christopher,
have you seen him?

He said he was going to the junction.
Should have been back by now.

Now, sleep on, little sister.



Sleep on.

Fenton, you've
gotta find my son.

He's been missing
since early this morning.

My nephew saw him
take off on his bike.

He told me he was
taking a ride to the junction.

I didn't do anything
wrong, did I?

I just gave him my canteen.

He didn't come back,
you should have told us.

You know what he looks like.

How long is it gonna take you to get
that information to the Braddock Police?

- I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
- It's all right, we'll find him.

You know about Pam's accident.
Christopher's having a real tough time.

There's no telling
what's on his mind.

Well, don't reassure
me, just find him.



I think we should go look
for Christopher ourselves.

- Good idea. No use sitting around here.
- Bobby, he could be anywhere.

Then we'll look anywhere.
Let's take separate cars.

- He's got a two-hour start on us.
- He's riding a bike, how far can he get?

- Bobby's right, no sense in staying here.
- Come on.

Uncle Bobby.

Can I go with you?

No, no, buddy, you'd
better not. You stay here.

And when your folks come
down, you tell them what happened.

- Okay.
- Here, take that.

- You can get me in the car.
- 01 course. Good luck.

Thank you.

Everybody's gonna be
wondering where we are.

- They know where we are.
- But the family doesn't have to know why.

We overslept.

Is that what they
calling it nowadays?

- That's a very impressive dress.
- Hmm.

- For anybody in particular?
- Nicholas Pearce.

- Oh?
- A business associate from Meese-Cate.

The people that are going to do
big things with my little company.

Well, with this dress...

Mr. Pearce is gonna find it hard
to keep his mind on business.

Well, we are going to discuss
future growth and profit potential.

I wish I was
advising you, honey...

but lingerie is just not
my line of business.

Well, I'm going to prove that
it's me, not Oswald or Mandy...

that is the force behind
Valentine Lingerie.

You are the most exciting
woman I have ever known.

Oh.

J.R., I know that breakfast is
a very important meal, but...

But there are meals
and there are meals.

Mm-hm.

- Excuse me.
- Fill her up?

- No, no, this bike here.
- Yeah, the tire blew.

- It belongs to my son.
- That so?

- Well, he came here about an hour ago.
- Where is he?

Well, I told him I'd fix
the tire if he waited, but...

Wait a minute, a kid that
age and you let him go?

Well, there was nothing I could
do. I had customers to tend to.

Before I knew it he was gone.
Somebody gave him a ride.

Somebody? Who was
it? What kind of car?

I think it was a
lady in a dark car.

- Which way did they go?
- That way.

Of course, the
road forks up ahead.

- He||o.
- Mr. Ewing?

- Teresa, any news?
- The hospital phoned.

The hospital?

Christopher's there.

Of course.

Is he all right?

His mother.

Thank you, Teresa.

- Yup?
- .J.R.

Uncle Harry is here.

Send him in.

- He||o, Harry.
- J.R.

Well, a real nice office.

I thought that picture of your daddy
there would be the first thing you'd hang.

Well, I'll hang it when I do
something he'd be proud of.

- How was your trip?
- Pretty good.

Everything checked out.

I brought you a copy
of the marriage license...

the birth certificate...

a hospital record.

You know, it would help if I
knew why you wanted all of this.

Well, all you need to know is you
paid for your last house in cash.

Yeah, and I appreciate it.

Hmm. Well, I wish more
than this had turned up.

It did.

There was a relative, one
we'd never heard of before.

A relative? Huh.

I don't suppose you know how
to get your hands on this relative?

Right here in the file.

How about that?

An unknown relative. Huh.

Nurse Diner, 4323.

Excuse me. I'm looking
for my son, you called me?

- He's right over there, Mr. Ewing.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Are you mad at me, Daddy?

I am not mad at you for wanting
to come and see your mama.

But you are never, ever to get into a
car with a stranger, and you know it.

I wanted to see Mommy
so much, I forgot.

Christopher, I explained
the hospital rules to you.

But I was hoping they'd let me see
her if I told them how important it was.

It's been a hard
time for you, hasn't it?

Me too.

You and your mama are the most
important people in my life, son.

Is that why you're not gonna
yell at me for running away?

I'll tell you what,
I'll make you a deal.

I won't get mad at you...

it you promise me never
to pull a stunt like that again.

Promise?

You make me a promise too.

- We got here as soon as we could.
- Christopher, are you all right?

Uh-huh. Daddy and I
were making promises.

I won't run away again it Daddy
promises that Mommy's gonna get better.

Sweetheart, the doctor's doing everything
he can to make your mama better.

But I wanna see for myself.

Christopher, we've been all through
this and you know the hospital rules.

It's not the rules.

I know the real reason they
won't let me see Mommy.

What real reason?

It's because I'm adopted.

If I was a real
child, they'd let me.

Christopher, the hospital rules have
nothing to do with you being adopted.

How do you know?

Because I do.

I don't believe it.

You're coming along
very well, Mrs. Ewing.

We'll be moving you to the
Bum Step-Down Unit today.

Have I, uh, disappointed
you, Mrs. Ewing?

To be quite honest, yes.

I thought this meeting
would be about the

ideas you might have
for Valentine Lingerie.

Ideas come after I've
had a look at the books.

Well, you have everything
you need, Mr. Pearce.

Sales figures, flowcharts,
advertising layouts.

Don't misunderstand me, Mrs.
Ewing. You have a nice little company...

but you've made some mistakes.

We have to find those mistakes
and make sure you don't repeat them.

I know this is all a part of your
job, but I haven't done that badly.

You want to be
famous, am I right?

You want Valentine and
Sue Ellen Ewing up in lights.

I can do that for you. That's
why you're gonna listen to me.

- This your Valentine Girl?
- Was.

Huh.

Does she have a name?

Mandy Winger.

Don't you think that we should
go over these flowcharts?

In the initial sales figures...

I could see that Oswald Valentine
was very lucky to meet you...

and you were very lucky
to meet Mandy Winger.

Mandy Winger is history as far
as this company is concerned.

Staring at her poster
won't bring her back.

Mrs. Ewing...

one glance at your
sales figures indicates

a dramatic drop when
your Miss Winger left.

- If we're gonna put you on the map...
- We're gonna do it without Mandy Winger.

Good morning. I can't
wait to see the baby.

- How are you doing, Mamie?
- Okay.

Hi. Oh, he's so cute.

- I love looking at him.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Hi, you little guy.

Hi, Charlie. How was
school today, honey?

Okay, I guess.

Lucas did the cutest
thing. I can't wait to tell you.

Can't you tell me later, Mom?
I'm really not into baby stories.

I think I'd better go help
Charlie out of the refrigerator.

Hey, Mamie, wait a minute.

- Charlie's waiting for me.
- Just let her wait.

Now, Charlie seems to be
having some kind of a problem.

I think maybe you
know what it is, Mamie.

The kids at school are
giving her a bad time.

- Why?
- I don't think you wanna know.

Try me.

Well, they're saying that
Charlie's mom is living with you...

but Bobby Ewing is the
real father of her baby.

And this kid she was hanging
out with won't even talk to her.

I feel real bad
about this, Mamie.

I feel worse than had.

They're giving me the heat
just because I am her friend.

I have to go, Mr. Krebbs.

What's all the whispering?
Is it about Charlie?

I'm gonna have a
little talk with Charlie.

If it's all right with you,
I'd like to talk to her alone.

Okay.

Okay.

I thought we'd never get home.

- I'm about ready to drop.
- Heh.

When is Daddy coming
back from the hospital?

A little later, sweetheart.

Are you hungry? Would you
like Teresa to fix you something?

No. I'm too tired to eat.

Well, I've got my second wind
now. I think I'll just saddle up and...

- You will not.
- Now, Ellie.

We just had one harrowing experience,
I'm not in the mood for another.

I am not in a mood for a fight.

I'm not gonna fight, because
you're gonna do just what I say.

- Rest and relaxation.
- Mm-hm. With excellent company.

Come on.

Bartender.
- What'll it be?

Vodka martini, very dry.

- J.R. Ewing, if I'm not mistaken.
- That's right.

Wilson Cryder.

Bartender, give me another one of these.
- Sure, Mr. Ewing.

Obviously you know who I am.

Yes, I do. You're that flunky
Jeremy Wendell left behind.

What he left was a man
capable of running Westar...

and making sure that J.R.
Ewing stays down for the count.

You haven't even got
me on the canvas, boy.

Oh, no? I can't tell you how much
we enjoy owning your old company.

And I think that you'll probably
have many more leisurely afternoons...

just like this one
drinking alone.

Because, you see...

I predict that you will never
be a force in Dallas again.

Pleasure meeting you, J.R.
Too bad you can't say the same.

I think you'll be needing this.

Give me the phone.
Take this thing away.

Hello, Sly. It's J.R. here.

I want you to get a hold of a fellow named
Carswell Denault. He lives up in Oklahoma.

Yeah.

You'll find his name
in my private numbers.

I want you to tell him to get
down to Dallas as soon as he can.

Check in to Singletree Hotel.

Yeah. I got a job for him.

I've been waiting to
talk to you, Charlie.

What for?

I think you know
the answer to that.

Mamie left early because
you talked to her, didn't you?

You had no right.

Now, just whoa there a second, Charlie.
I didn't come out here to start a tight.

You're gonna tell me I haven't
been nice to my mother, aren't you?

I'm gonna tell you...

that I think I understand why.

Mamie told you? I'll kill her.

Just stop it, Charlie.

Now, look...

if the kids are razzing you at
school, that's our problem, all of us.

Yeah? So, what are
you gonna do about it?

I'm gonna offer you
another way to look at this.

You're gonna beat
up some kids for me?

I'm gonna tell you something
I think might help you a bit.

Here comes the advice.

Charlie...

your mother is probably the
finest woman I have ever known.

She raised you all by herself.

And from what I can tell,
she did one hell of a good job.

I know you've been through
some real tough times.

I just figured the two of you need
a good home life as much as I do.

You think I can ignore
the kids at school...

if I think of what a great
home life we've got here?

I thought you like living here.

I do, that's not the problem.

Is it the baby?

- It's you.
- Me?

Ray, how do you
feel about my mother?

Well, where are you
getting at, Charlie?

You know what I'm getting at.

If you really care about my mother,
you could solve all of our problems.

We could be a real family.

Why don't you ask my
mother to many you?

Does that mean you could
think of me as your daddy?

Yeah, that's what it means.

Hello, Bobby.

Katherine. I don't believe it.

Bobby, I know I shocked you.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- I came to see my sister.

- Why?
- Well, I heard about the accident and...

And you risked being picked up by
the police just to be by Pam's side.

I didn't expect
you to believe me.

After everything you've done.

Bobby, I've changed.

Oh, of course you have.

Do you think I'd risk
coming back here if I hadn't?

Yes.

Knowing you, that's
exactly what I think.

Don't tell me you're here because
you're worried about your sister.

But I am.

Bobby, I was sick before,
a sick person can get better.

I see.

And that big terrible
monster that was inside

poor little Katherine
has finally gone away?

Yes. I'm me now.

I did a lot of terrible things before
and I don't expect you to forgive me.

But please, just let me see Pam.

No.

Bobby, how can I convince
you? I really have changed.

Prove it.

Take what's coming
to you, tum yourself in.

That's exactly
what I plan to do.

And give up the plush life
you've been leading in Europe...

or wherever it is you've been?

Trade all that for a jail cell
in Dallas? No way, Katherine.

Bobby. My life has
been anything but plush.

I've been running and hiding.

Wherever it is you came from,
you should have stayed there.

Now, get out of here
before I call the police.

Bobby, please, this
is my tragedy too.

Katherine...

from now on there's gonna be a
guard at this doc! 24 hours a day.

And if you show your face
here, I will have you arrested.

Now, get out of here.

Goodbye, Bobby.

I'll play for Pam...

and you.

Mama, look how
strong I'm getting.

Oh, I see. You're gonna have to
show your daddy those big muscles.

You're gonna have bigger
muscles than me, that's for sure.

- Heh.
- I'm gonna go show Daddy right now.

Clayton, there's something
I'd like to talk to you about.

Something about
my health, no doubt.

Guilty.

I'm doing fine, Sue Ellen.
Better than everyone thinks.

Clayton, you have always
been a wonderful friend to me.

And whenever I needed one,
I knew that I could tum to you.

Why can't you do the same thing?

Because I believe if you let
people treat you like an invalid...

you're gonna end up in the one place you're
out to avoid, and that's the hospital.

I'm not talking about
turning you into an invalid.

That's what it turns out to be.

Happened to a friend of mine,
and he has a live-in nurse now.

Clayton, sometimes
we compromise.

Compromise, hell.

I've always lead an active life
and it's not gonna change now.

And what about Miss Ellie?

- What is she supposed to do? Say nothing?
- Ellie watching me like a hawk...

is not gonna do
anybody any good.

What if it had been
Miss Ellie in the hospital?

But it wasn't, it was me.

Sue Ellen, I know you mean well
and so does Ellie and so do the doctors.

But that's the trouble,
you mean well.

And when you get right down
to it, it's my body and my life.

- Are you going out?
- Would I dress like this to watch the TV?

- I'm not sticking around here, neither.
- Fine. That's fine by me.

Could you spare me 20 bucks?

- For what?
- For me, for your pal, for tonight.

I'll give you 20 bucks.

No, I won't give you 20 bucks,
because you'll just use it for booze.

- You're a real pal.
- I'm doing you a favor.

And I'll tell you what, I'm
gonna do you another favor.

I'm taking this booze right here and
I'm gonna pour it right down the sink.

I suppose you're gonna tell
me when to brush my teeth too.

Look, nobody's
running me, mister.

Nobody's done that in 40 years.

Not to Dandy Dandridge.

You're still awake?

I'm not sleepy.

You still got your clothes on.

- I don't feel like getting undressed.
- You want some help?

No.

Look, son...

you and I are gonna have to have a little
talk about what happened this morning.

About my running away?

No.

About you thinking the hospital wouldn't
let you see Mama because you're adopted.

Christopher, the hospital doesn't
know about you, and even if they did...

there aren't different rules for
being adopted or not being adopted.

Honest?

Honest.

And Mommy's getting better?

A little hit every day.

Okay.

I'm ready to get in my pajamas
now. Would you help me, Daddy?

You betcha, pal. Come on.

Pam.

Pam.

Oh. I can't tell you how bad it
makes me feel to see you like this.

I wish you'd just open your
eyes and say something to me.

I don't care...

Tell me what a stupid,
lousy brother I am. Ha.

I don't care, just talk to me.

I never did let anybody get
too close to me, but I let you.

And then I'd do something stupid, and
then you'd just keep right on loving me.

Didn't make any
difference how awful I did.

You know, the Ewings,
they lost their company.

So all that revenge that I
was after, it's all different.

Something interesting
happened. Let me tell you.

There's this Dandridge
guy, he calls himself Dandy.

And you gotta meet this guy.

I mean, you'd get
a kick out of him.

He reminds me of Digger.

He talks like him and he sounds
like him and he even looks like him.

He even knew
Digger. He knew him.

Yeah, he crashed on my
couch a couple of nights.

Yeah, yeah, he's a boozer.

He's a booze! just
like old Digger was.

I'll tell you, I'd probably,
under any circumstances...

wouldn't give a hoot
about this old codger...

but, you know, I
got to thinking...

what if Digger would've
had somebody?

You know, if Digger would've
had somebody to believe in him?

Pam, if you get well, I'll
introduce you to this guy...

because you'll really get
a kick out of him. Hmm?

Could you just do
me one thing, huh?

Would you just wake up?

Please?

Miss Ellie, may I get
anything for you in town today?

No, thanks, Sue Ellen.

Bobby, may I do
anything for you?

What? No. No, thank you.

I'm not hungry.

Is it time to go to school yet?

Christopher, why don't I
take you and John Ross...

and drop you off
this morning, huh?

Okay, buddy. You got
everything you need?

You got your money for
lunch, apple for the teacher?

Go on.

Yeah?

Speaking.

Twenty-four hour...

Well...

Uh-huh. No, no, you've
got the wrong Mr. Ewing.

Well, he's not here
right now, but...

All right. Fine, I'll
give him the message.

- Hey, Bobby, the hospital called you.
- Is Pam all right?

Oh, Pam's fine. I told
them you weren't here.

Why?

First I wanted to find out about those
guards you had posted at her door.

- Guards?
- What's wrong?

Hospital wants to know it
it's a permanent situation.

I got a couple of questions too.

When I was with
Pam last night...

she had another visitor.
Her sister, Katherine.

- Katherine?
- How dare she.

She's wanted by the police.

She said she was
just there to see Pam.

- And you let her go?
- For the time being, yes.

What's the matter with you?
She shot you, tried to poison you.

My little brother
will trust anybody.

It has nothing to do with trust.

Katherine you let go with
not even a slap on the wrist...

and I always try to help you. I give you
an office, you throw that back in my face?

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

- The rest means nothing. Nothing.
- Oh, now, please stop.

God, why must you fight?

You need each other
now, can't you see that?

I gave you that office
from the bottom of my heart.

I am not like you, J.R. I don't eat,
sleep and drink the oil business.

Morning, Ray.

Good morning, Clayton.
Any news on Pam?

Not much. It's real
hard on little Christopher.

It's not exactly the kind of
thing that's gonna go away easy.

All the more reason to
grab onto life while you can.

That's why I'm here.
Let's get a move on.

Well, come on. These horses
are not gonna get any younger.

Clayton, I know you planned on
spending the afternoon here, but...

You're not gonna back
out on me, are you?

Well, see. I gotta take
Jenna in to the doctor.

It's one of those
after-the-baby visits.

Oh, I see. Yeah.

- Good morning, Jenna.
- Hi, Clayton.

- Baby all right?
- Yes, fine.

Well, good. Good.

I can't say I'm happy about the doctor's
appointment. Is it gonna take all day?

Well, we've got some errands after that.
I don't expect we'll be back before dark.

Ah. I understand.

Your days must
be pretty full now.

You take care of
yourself, Jenna.

You too, Clayton.

Yeah.

You mind telling me
what that was all about?

You mean me taking
you to the doctor?

Did you forget? It
isn't until tomorrow.

I didn't forget.

You lied to Clayton?

I had to.

I promised Miss Ellie.

I'm not sure that opening
those crates is such a good idea.

Oh. Bobby, you scared me.

J.R. sent all this
stuff over, didn't he?

You're right, he did.

So I thought as
long as I'm here, I...

Well, what do you
think? Nice offices, huh?

That is if you decide
you want to move in.

This is all his
idea, you know that.

Yes.

Bobby, how's Pam?

She's making progress.

- I know it.
- Oh, I'm so glad to hear that.

Anyway, now that you're here, J.R.
sent over these catalogs for furniture.

Furniture, Phyllis...

Maybe just a few chairs and
desks to start off with. Hmm?

I don't know.

What should I do about the
crates? Should I open them?

Just a couple to start off with?

- Yeah, if you want to.
- What was that? I couldn't hear you.

I said yes to both questions.

Unpack the boxes...

and order the furniture.

May I help you, sir?

Yes. You have a guest, Carswell
Denault. He's expecting me. JR. Ewing.

Okay, Denault.

Yes, Mr. Ewing. Mr. Denault left word,
if anyone asks, he'll be out by the pool.

It's right over here.

Pardon me, miss. I'm
looking for a Carswell Denault.

He's got an Oklahoma accent.

Big old boy, much older than I
am. Kind of big paunch on him.

Well, I can show you a
Mr. Denault, but he... I...

Follow me.

That's him.

- Ha. No, no, that's not him.
- That's him.

All of him.

Thank you.

Carswell?

J.R. Ewing.

Hey. Carswell Denault, Jr.

- Like to sit?
- Yeah, sure.

Since nobody bothered to
tell you when we got your call...

my daddy died last year.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

We go back a long ways.

You look disappointed.

But you don't need to be. I can
do whatever it was you had in mind.

- Can I get you anything to drink?
- Yeah, I'll have a bourbon and branch.

A Scotch, rocks.
Thank you, miss.

I'll be right back
with your drinks.

I thought you might be a
beer drinker like your daddy.

Well, some days I
like the finer things.

And something tells me
this is one of those days.

Oh.

You know, the last time I saw you,
you were just a little kid, Carswell.

- Casey.
- Casey.

Well, not even my worst enemy
calls me Carswell, Mr. Ewing.

Well, not even my worst
enemy calls me anything but J.R.

Well, I sure have heard
a lot about you, J.R.

- Your daddy talked about me, did he?
- Yeah.

He said making deals with you
was the most fun he ever had.

Yeah. We did a lot of
good business together.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Mm-hm.

Honey.

Oh.

Um... Will there
be anything else?

- Oh... We'll let you know.
- Okay.

So are all the Texas
ladies that pretty?

Uh-huh.

So you flew all the way down to
Dallas without knowing the reason.

Now, tell me why you did that.

Like I said, I heard a lot about
the Ewings when I was growing up...

and knowing what I do, I figured it
must be something pretty interesting.

Well, if you're anything like
your daddy, it could be. Heh.

Cliff, there's a Mr. Dandridge
here to see you.

Is he drunk or what?

Um... You're gonna have to
judge that for yourself, Cliff.

What's he asking?
That I smell of booze?

Where did you
drag yourself from?

I gotta admit, I tied
one on last night, Cliff.

But I had a couple of pots
of your fresh-ground coffee.

It made a new man of me.

What are you doing here?

Well, I saw one of your
cards and I got curious.

You look like you
could use a visitor here.

I mean, it's awful
quiet for a big office.

So you just thought you'd stop
in and see me and get a handout?

You got a nice
place here, Cliff.

- You got a nice bar.
- Yeah, nice bar.

Mm-hm. Want a glass of water?

Water? You know
what fish do in water.

I wasn't so sure by the name on the
door. What kind of business are you in?

Oil. I'm in the oil business.

Oil. Is that so?

What do you know about that?

Hello, Sly.

Well, it sounds like you had
a nice lunch with Mr. Denault.

You'd better get ready.

Those phones are gonna start
ringing off their hooks. Hmm.

They think they
got us beat, Daddy.

But I'm still your son,
and this is still our town.

Next on Dallas:

- We||?
- You're going to make the world forget...

there was a Mandy Winger.

What happens when
they want me in on a deal?

Be right in there with them
buying me back into power.

Please keep in mind
what I told you to expect.

- You must come around have often.
- I have to, I own it.

- I'm impressed.
- Thank you, so am I.

What the hell are
you doing down here?

- Why aren't you up with Pam?
- Mr. Ewing, it wasn't my fault.