Dallas (1978–1991): Season 13, Episode 3 - Cry Me a River of Oil - full transcript

NARRATOR:
Last on Dallas:

April?

[PANTING]

Can I help?

You can drag in the creep
who's making these phone calls.

BOBBY:
April's been getting crank phone calls.

And you think it's me.

- Is it?
- No.

You didn't say what I could do
to help you, Miss, uh?

Stevens.

Michelle Stevens. April's sister.



He's not the same boy he was.

And we have your word for that, do we?

Tell me exactly what kind of a little bomb
you'd like me to design for you.

Goodbye, Cliff.
I never wanna see you again.

MALLORY:
And how nice to meet you.

I'm Father Mallory.

MAN:
This is Alex Barton.

He is the most important
gallery owner in Dallas.

BOBBY: Ewing Oil will never do that.
- Not unless the price is right.

We'll never do it, J.R.

You're having trouble getting my crude.

- I tell you, you're gonna get it. You will.
- When?

- Carter McKay?
- He doubled your offer, J.R.

If I'm going to get out
of the oil business...



...l'm going out with a bang.

- I'll start shipping tomorrow.
- I'll take care of the Ewing refinery.

[FOOTSTEPS APPRO ACHING]

SNYDER:
J.R.

J. R:
Hey, Doug.

I appreciate you meeting me
on short notice.

It sounded urgent and with you, J. R...

...urgent usually translates into money,
lots of it.

[CHUCKLES]

I need 2 million barrels of oil,
I need it right now.

I was right.
Urgent does translate into money.

- Can you get it?
- Well, 2 million barrels is a lot of oil, J.R.

I'll have to see what the spot market
has to offer.

Well, I don't care where you get it
or how you get it, just do it.

It'll cost you.

[CHUCKLES]

Tell me something I don't know.

- Can you get it?
- Well, I'll try.

Well, I thought you were the best broker,
maybe I misunderstood.

You didn't misunderstand anything, J.R.,
you'll get your oil.

Well, I better.

Especially if you ever wanna work
in this business again.

TOMMY:
Hi.

I'm Tommy McKay.
Can Bobby Ewing see me?

Is he expecting you?

I doubt it,
but maybe you can tell him I'm here.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

Yes, Phyllis.

PHYLLIS [O VER INTERCOM]:
Bobby, Tommy McKay is here to see you.

All right, show him in.

Right this way.

Thank you, Phyllis.

Thanks for seeing me.

What do you want?

Well, until I ran into you at Oil Barons
I was hoping I might be forgiven.

So now I just wanna set
something straight between us.

I am working for my father.
I'm gonna stay here in Dallas.

- And I don't want any trouble with you.
- Then just stay out of my way.

Well, I'd do everything I can to avoid you
and April, but Dallas is a small town.

I mean, we're liable to see each other
at the same place.

And believe me, I won't like that
any better than you will.

Well, I guess what
I really wanna say is that...

...except if we bump heads in business,
you won't have any problem with me.

Is that it?

That's it.

Just wanted to clear the air.

The air will be just fine, Tommy.

As long as you stay away from us.

Will do.

[SIGHS]

BOBBY: You left this in my office.
- Oh.

Guess I'm still not used
to being an executive.

[CHUCKLES]

Surprise.

- Early for my birthday.
- I know.

It's only dinner.

Only dinner?

Well, let me take a look here.

Oh, Cally. This is a feast.

I just wanted you to know, J. R...

...that I understand about you
having to work late some nights...

...and not always being able
to make it home in time for dinner.

I guess this is my way of saying
that dinner will always be waiting for you.

Thank you, Cally. You're so sweet.

Not gonna believe what happened to me.

I met this art-gallery owner, Mr. Barton,
and he wants to exhibit my paintings.

He knows everything about art
and books and wine.

He even recommended
this champagne to me.

Well, ha, ha, he has great taste.

Especially when it comes
to your paintings.

It means I have to work real hard
at getting some of them ready.

I hope you don't mind.

Oh, darling, I'm just so happy
you have a hobby to keep you busy.

And tomorrow, he's taking Lucy and me
out to lunch to talk about my paintings.

Oh, I'm so proud of you. Heh.

Really, J. R?

I swear, this is the best time of my life.

Damn.

I think we should skip the main meal...

...and go straight to the dessert.

[CHUCKLING]

Cally, you're as tempting
as a dozen chocolate éclairs...

...but I'm just snowed under
with this paperwork, honey.

Oh, I don't know, J.R.

This doesn't look so important to me.

Neither does this one.

Or this.

Come to think of it, none of these
look very important at all.

Now this...

...is what I call important.

[CHUCKLING]

Oh, darling,
I couldn't agree with you more.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

McKAY:
Tommy, this is Rolf Brundin.

What brings you to town, Rolf?

Since I'm here in Dallas on business
this week...

...I thought I would deliver this
to you personally.

You should be pleased.

You're staring at the largest check
I've ever handed anyone.

I'm pleased with the deal.

I'm not pleased
with the way you handled it.

Sorry, but, uh, OPEC required
its little charade.

I've known you for 15 years,
I do not consider that an excuse.

There was a lot at stake.

Don't you think you owe my father
an apology?

I've arranged for Westar to benefit
from the richest deal...

...in the history of the oil business,
so why should I apologize?

We should be celebrating
over champagne instead.

Don't give me that crap.
Westar earned this deal.

I wasn't the least bit amused
by that game you played with the Ewings.

I don't like being jerked around.
You ever do that again, I swear...

...it'll be the last thing you ever do.

I'm sorry you feel that way, Carter.

Perhaps you'd like to return the check.

No, no, no. We're still in business.

But now it's strictly business.

As you wish.

But I shall miss our dinner parties.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Men like that make me sick.

I don't like it, either.

But it's all part of the game, Tommy.

[PHONES RINGING]

Excuse me. Why aren't the phones
being answered?

I'm sorry, Bobby. It's, uh... It's my fault.

- Oh, Mama, when did you get back?
- Uh, this morning.

I hope you don't mind.
I wanted to check the Ewing records.

And Clayton's at the library.

We're trying to find the name of the town
where Jock hit his first gusher.

Not much luck
with that con artist back east?

You mean Father Mallory?

Actually, he was quite helpful.
And very nice.

But did he know what the key opened?

A safe-deposit box. Which led to this.

Well, ha, ha, it's turning into quite
a scavenger hunt, isn't it?

Well, Mallory Sr. Had a rather, uh,
unusual sense of humor.

This key opens something
in your daddy's past.

Miss Ellie thought it might have something
to do with where Jock had his gusher.

But the records only go back to 1945...

...and we can't find
the name of the town.

I don't suppose either of you
would remember it.

Well, I'm sorry, Mama. I don't.

Say, why don't you call Punk Anderson
or, uh... Or Jordan Lee.

- They might remember something.
- What a good idea.

- Thank you, J.R.
- Why don't I take you to lunch...

...take the edge off this disappointment?

Lovely. Bobby, will you join us?

No, thank you, Mama. I've got a lot of work
I have to catch up on.

[PHONE RINGS]

And maybe these files will be done
by the time I get back.

- Sure.
- Ewing Oil.

PHYLLIS: Bobby. That was Peter Reuther.
He's at the Ewing tank farm.

He wants to see you right away.

MICHELLE:
Thanks for letting me stay at your place.

I can't wait to move in.

APRIL:
Just don't touch anything.

- I like my furniture where it is.
MICHELLE: Okay.

You said you'd buy me a new wardrobe,
I'm your slave for life.

APRIL: Never said anything
about a whole new wardrobe.

[MICHELLE CHUCKLES]

What do you know?

We could be twins.

Hardly.

And even if we were twins, that doesn't
mean we'd share the same boyfriend.

I don't understand.

Bobby told me you went to see him
in his office.

Up to your old tricks, as usual.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Come on, Shelley.

You think I'm surprised
you went to check out Bobby?

I'd have been more surprised
if you hadn't.

I'm glad I'm so easy to read.

And how's the view from J.R.'s office?

I didn't see his office. Only his smile.

Are you gonna arrest me for looking?

Think you're pretty hot, don't you?

I got news for you, little sister.
J.R. Is way out of your league.

So you can look all you want.
Just don't touch.

Fine. Pretty soon you'll be telling me
to stay away from the funny-looking guy...

...behind door number three.

What are you talking about?

You know, The Three Musketeers.
Bobby, J.R. And...

- Cliff Barnes? No way.
- Why? Is he broke?

[SCOFFS]

No, he's not broke.

But he's a very good friend of mine,
and he's a really nice guy.

But he's extremely vulnerable and he
doesn't need somebody messing him up.

REUTHER:
I'm telling you we had an oral agreement.

PATTERSON:
I've got to do what Mr. Ewing tells me.

REUTHER:
Okay.

What happened here, Bobby?
I thought your handshake meant something.

Well, you know it does. What's wrong?

Your manager tells me you're down
to one-quarter capacity.

Don't have enough crude for me
never mind your other customers.

- Patterson, how did that happen?
- Well, you know, Mr. Ewing.

J.R. Said you wanted that crude
to go to Mr. Shaughnessy.

- J.R. Said it was my idea?
- Yes, sir.

Pete, if you wanna back out of this deal
right now, I wouldn't blame you.

But give me until tomorrow,
I'll have all the crude you want.

And I'll give you a break on the price.
How about that?

Okay, Bobby, you got till tomorrow.

But that crude better be here.

Not another drop to Shaughnessy,
you understand?

- Yes, sir.
- And if J.R. Calls, none of this happened.

- Not till he hears from me.
- Yes, sir.

BOBBY:
My idea.

Get me the hell out of here.

Anyone wanna join me for a drink?
With Cliff gone God knows where...

...I thought I'd leave early.

Hmm. I would love to.
I have to finish up this filing for J.R.

And I'm still waiting for Bobby
to get back.

- Sly, is J.R. In his office?
- Yes, sir.

Thank you. Good night, ladies.

Well, files are finished.

That drink sure sounds good.

I'm real thirsty.

SLY:
Mm.

J. R:
Hi, Bob.

You're never gonna change,
are you, J. R?

You're just gonna
keep on breaking promises...

...and leave me around
to pick up the pieces.

What in the world are you talking about?

Well, I was just at the tank farm
with Peter Reuther.

And I had to explain to him
why we didn't have any oil for him today.

I thought I'd have that covered
before you found out.

But since it's out in the open,
we can work together on this, you know.

And how are we gonna do that, huh?

J.R., we have no oil.

What are you talking about? I'm getting
2 million barrels for the Ewing tank farm.

And when are we gonna have
those 2 million barrels?

In an hour? By tomorrow?

We can't do business that way, pal.

I'm here to tell you I am tired
of playing in a minor-league oil business...

...satisfying all of our minor-league friends.
Hell, we deserve better.

You know, I told you not to make that deal
with Shaughnessy.

I told you we couldn't handle it.
But as usual you ignored me...

...went about your own ways.

And now you're trying to torpedo
this company to save your butt.

Bobby, Shaughnessy was Westar's
number-one refinery.

We deal with him and we'll prove to the
world we are a force to be reckoned with.

How? With 25 percent capacity?

Aah. What difference
do the numbers make?

We're on the verge
of something big here.

Something that's gonna open up
a whole new world of competition.

And why? Because I wasn't afraid
to take a risk.

A risk that's gonna make us
the biggest oil company in Texas.

We can still be the biggest oil company
in Texas.

And we don't have to steal
from our regular customers to do it.

Aah, I didn't steal from anybody.
They're gonna get their oil.

Oh, you're damn right they are.
Because I stopped Shaughnessy's order.

[SIGHS]

Now, Bobby,
we signed a letter of agreement.

The penalties could cost us a fortune.

Whoa, now. Not us, you.

You see, my name is not on that contract,
yours is, and if there are penalties...

...Ewing Oil's not gonna pay him.
You are, personally.

[BOBBY SIGHS]

You know, J.R., we worked so well together
in Europe. We were a great team.

And you had me fooled.
You haven't changed a bit.

And I can't trust you.

I'm just gonna have to keep
a closer eye on you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I just can't believe you're really serious
about my paintings.

I get the feeling Alex is a very serious man.
Aren't you, Alex?

About certain things, yeah.

A bottle of 1945 Chateau Petrus
for example.

Or, uh, Hoagy Carmichael's "Stardust."

Or any painting by Grandma Moses.

Grandma Moses?

Why would you care about paintings
from somebody's grandmother?

[LUC Y CHUCKLES]

No, no. Grandma Moses
wasn't just somebody's grandma...

...she was a very famous artist who didn't
get started until she was around 90.

Actually, she was 79
when she sold her first painting.

You'd really like her work, Cally.
You share the same primitive style.

You both focus
on the same simple subjects.

Really?
Well, she sounds pretty interesting.

She is.

Tell you what. I've got some books
on her work. I want you to read them.

- Oh, that's awfully nice of you, Mr. Barton.
- Alex, please.

So we'll meet at the gallery
sometime next week.

We'll discuss the books, talk about
her painting, talk about your painting.

Maybe bring in some dinner,
discuss your opening.

Dinner. Oh, my gosh, dinner.
Lucy, we completely missed it.

Oh, relax. Grandma's used to
all of our crazy schedules.

No, I should go call her,
so she doesn't worry.

Tell me. Is she really as sweet and naive
as she seems?

Actually, she's even sweeter
and more naive.

Then what the hell is she doing
with J.R. Ewing?

I mean, age difference aside,
you know what that man's capable of.

You're telling me?

I can't believe he really loves her.

For now. It's not gonna last long.

Not when the real J.R. Ewing
finally comes out of his shell.

That's what worries me.

She's gonna need
all the friends she can get, Alex.

She's gonna need
a real strong shoulder to cry on.

I don't doubt it.

She's heading for a fall with J.R.
I just wanna cushion it for her.

I still think you need help.

TOMMY:
Haven't I told you? I'm cured.

I don't drink, do drugs.
I don't even think about doing them.

That's great, Tommy.

That doesn't mean
you no longer have a drug problem.

You're never cured,
always recovering.

[TOMMY SCOFFS]

Look, Gary, I'm here
because my rehab counselor in Florida...

...thought I should check in with you.
I've checked in.

You can see I'm fine.

But now I have to go.

Tommy, listen to me.

All those drugs you did
messed up your system real bad.

You think you feel fine...

...but emotionally you're the equivalent
of scrambled eggs.

No way.

I'm back with my father.

I'm helping him with his work,
things between us have never been better.

Do I have to draw you a diagram...

...to show you
what your brain looks like now?

Spare me the visuals.

I know how I feel.

That rehab hospital in Florida
helped get me back on track...

...made me see what I was doing to myself,
gave me a purpose.

I'm better now, Gary.

I can't chain you here, Tommy.

I wish you'd reconsider.

Sorry.

Being back with my father
is all the rehabilitation I need right now.

Helping him,
making up for what I did all those years.

I mean, that's what's really
gonna do the trick.

Thanks for wanting to help, Gary.

But it's time that part of my life
becomes part of my past.

[DOOR CLOSES]

CLIFF: I'm telling you,
that part of my life is over.

I'm glad you're back.

I'm also sorry things didn't work out
between you and Afton.

Hey, that's life.

You know, I'm getting resigned
to the fact...

...that I'll never be in love,
never be married.

And I know
I wasn't supposed to have a family, so...

Cliff, are you sure you're ready
to be back at work?

Bobby, give me a break.
I'm telling you I'm ready for business.

Got a contract you wanted signed?
Show me the dotted line.

Need a telephone call made? I'm dialing.

You need somebody to stab J.R.
In the back? I'm your man.

It hasn't come to that yet.
But he is up to his old tricks again.

He's going behind my back making deals
he's not supposed to be making.

Oh, jeez.

That's why I need you here
working with me.

But clear-headed and keeping this company
on an even keel.

Bobby, you can count on me.

From now on,
I'm a lean mean business machine.

SHAUGHNESSY: Thanks, Charlie.
CHARLIE: See you later.

Well, well. If it isn't the return
of the prodigal oil man.

Hey, Shaughnessy. Good to see you.

- You got the rest of my oil?
- Ha, ha.

I flew all the way here to bring you
something better than that.

What would that be?

A bigger and better deal.

Arabian Light and at no extra cost.

Arabian Light, huh?

- What's the catch?
- Well, there's no catch...

...as long as you can wait
for your oil to arrive.

- Just how long would that be?
- Oh, not long, not long at all.

I'm setting up the deal right now.

Why is it I'm always playing
a waiting game with you, Ewing?

[CHUCKLES]

Because Ewing Oil is worth waiting for.

Now, I can deliver your crude on schedule
at the agreed upon price.

Or you can wait just a little bit longer...

...for the superior Arabian Light
and at no extra charge.

Arabian Light will take too long
to get here.

I want my crude day after tomorrow
as scheduled.

Well, now I told you,
Ewing Oil will pay the difference.

And I told you either I get my oil
as promised, or you pay the penalty.

A million dollars a day for every day
my shipment fails to arrive.

CHRISTOPHER:
I hate math.

[BOBBY CHUCKLES]

Well, it wasn't
my all-time favorite subject either.

But if you're gonna be
in the oil business...

...you're gonna have to learn
two plus two.

Two plus two is easy.

It's the square root of 3288
that bugs me.

Hmm.

Well, you never know. Someday a gorgeous
young lady may come out of the blue...

...and be dying to know
the square root of 3288...

...and you're gonna be able to tell her.

Who cares about some girl?

Will it get me my own race car?

Well, you're not too ambitious, are you?

It's time for dinner. I'm gonna get ready.

- Wouldn't hurt if you washed up a little bit.
- Aw, Dad.

- Downstairs. One hour.
- Okay.

[EASY-LISTENING MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO]

It's been a long time between dances.

Uh, April.

This relationship moves any slower...

...it'll be moving backwards.

BOBBY:
Uh...

Well, April.

APRIL: Uh, hi, J.R. Can I get you a drink?
- That'd be nice.

J. R:
Hmm.

- You're looking very pretty tonight.
- Oh.

- Why, thank you.
- Bobby's a lucky man.

But then again, he always did get
whatever he wanted.

The pretty girl, profitable oil company.

What's this all about?

Oh, my good and decent
kind little brother.

Everybody's favorite.

Ha, ha, hell, makes Mother Teresa
look like Genghis Khan.

Well, you should know, you make
Genghis Khan look like Mother Teresa.

[J.R. CHUCKLING]

I like that. Uh, that's good, April.

Defending Sir Galahad
to the death, are you?

Well, let me tell you something,
love of his life.

Bobby's never gonna make Ewing Oil
a company my daddy would be proud of.

Because he thinks small
and he works small.

And he's keeping Ewing Oil small.

APRIL: As I recall it, your smallness of
mind almost destroyed this family...

...and this business.

J. R: Bobby's just a knight
in shining armor, isn't he?

At least he stands for something
decent and worthwhile.

Well, he must have changed
because the Bobby I used to know...

...would never be caught dead
touching a woman I'd slept with.

[SCOFFS]

Well, then again,
maybe he is getting some like me.

He doesn't seem to mind
you being my leftovers.

ELLIE:
Dinner, boys.

Cally?

[WATER RUNNING NEARBY]

Gonna be in there all night, honey?

[WATER STOPS]

Cally.

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh, there you are.

I'm sorry, J.R.,
but I've got something on my mind.

And I just have to tell you
what's bothering me.

Well, go ahead, darling.

Why didn't you tell me
about you and April?

Well, what's there to tell?

About going to bed with her?

I heard you two talking
in the living room.

Well, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean for you to hear that.

Of course not.

Does Bobby know?

Yes. Yes, he knows.

That's all ancient history.

Do you still love her?

[J.R. SIGHS]

Oh, Cally, I never loved that girl.

It didn't mean anything to me.

And it was a long time ago, darling.
Uh...

Sue Ellen and I'd split up...

...and, well, to tell you the truth...

...April seduced me.

What about Vanessa, J. R?

That was a long time ago too, wasn't it?

How many more long time agos
are gonna pop out of the woodwork at me?

Oh, Cally.

I can't deny that there have been
a lot of women in my life.

But I promise you,
you're the one that I love.

And I have never ever
been unfaithful to you.

I believe you, J.R.

But I still feel hurt
you didn't share this with me.

I'm sorry.
I just didn't think it was important.

And honestly,
it didn't mean anything to me.

But what about April?

I thought she and I were friends.

I mean, we were really
getting to know each other in Europe.

But all that time, was she just laughing
at me behind my back?

[PHONE RINGING]

APRIL [ON MACHINE]:
Hi, you've reached 555-6885.

Sorry, I can't get to the phone right now.

But please leave a message
after the beep.

[MACHINE BEEPS]

CLIFF [O VER PHONE]:
April, Cliff Barnes.

I just got back into town
and, uh, I got a lot on my mind.

So much happened
in the last couple of days...

...so I need to talk to somebody
about it.

Can you meet me tonight for dinner?
Oil Barons.

If you can't, like, give me a call.
Otherwise, I'll see you about 7:30, huh?

Okay, thank you.

[LINE DISCONNECTS]

[SNYDER CHUCKLES]

- Today is your lucky day, J.R.
- Ha, ha.

Not only did I find your oil...

...but as a bonus,
it's Tijuana Light from Venezuela.

Seven hundred
and fifty thousand barrels.

Well, that won't do.

I told you I needed 2 million barrels.

Well, I'm sorry, that's all I can find.
Take it or leave it.

Well, you don't give me much choice,
do you?

All right, keep your eyes open
for the rest of it.

- When do I get my first shipment?
- Well, that's the problem.

You know all the best tankers are
charted out six or seven months in advance.

Now, I've contacted everyone I know,
nothing's available.

[SIGHS]

Doug, you've gotta be dreaming.

I can't wait six or seven months.
Hell, I needed that stuff yesterday.

J.R., I'm a broker not a harbor master.

I can't spit that stuff across the gulf.

If you want my money,
start wetting your whistle...

...because I'll take it
any way I can get it.

Okay. Okay, l... I know this guy named,
uh, Al Halliday.

He owns a couple of tankers.

They don't have the best rating,
but they're good in a pinch.

Give me his number.

Here's his card.

I keep it as a last resort.

[SIGHS]

JORDAN:
Boy, that was a real long time ago.

My memory sure isn't as good
as it used to be.

Well, don't you remember anything
about that town? A name? A street?

Well, Jock was in East Texas
at the time. I was in the west.

L... I remember
it was one of those places existed...

...only for the amount of oil
it could produce.

Probably nothing but a ghost town now.

Well, what about, uh, landmarks?
Anything come to mind?

Well, let me see.

I remember the name started with a P.

Uh, Prince. Pratt.

Of course, that's it. Pride.

Pride, Texas.

Oh, ha-ha-ha, Jordan.

You're wonderful. Thank you.

Thanks, Jordan.

- Thank you very much.
JORDAN: Anytime.

Happy to be of use.
Not that I regret being retired...

...especially after hearing
about that tanker spill in Alaska.

What a disaster for the oil industry.

- Anyone care for a drink at the clubhouse?
- Oh, another time, Jordan.

We have a town to visit.

Not bad.

[CLAYTON CHUCKLES]

TOMMY:
Hello, Mr. Brundin.

How did the business
of lying and cheating go today?

BRUNDIN: Is that a personal
or a professional question, Mr. McKay?

TOMMY: Strictly personal. Always
personal when my father's concerned.

BRUNDIN:
Oh, please. Not again.

TOMMY:
You see, I don't think you understand.

It made my father real angry
when you lied to him that way.

It wouldn't cost you anything
to be honest with him upfront.

[BRUNDIN SCOFFS]

What difference does it make?

This deal is gonna make your father
the hero of Westar.

Especially when the stockholders
receive their annual report.

They can see how much
money he's making.

Let me explain something to you, sir.

My father's been through a lot of pain
in his life, mostly by me.

Is this where you start playing the violin?

So I figured it's time
that I make it up to him.

By making sure no more damage
is done to him.

Especially by you
or your cartel full of liars.

But we're making him a very rich man
and that's nothing to complain about.

Sorry. That's not good enough.

Nobody's gonna hurt my father anymore
and get away with it.

Not with me around to protect him.

Well, then, he's lucky to have you.

You got that right.

[BRUNDIN GRUNTS]

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

Oh, there's Cliff. Hold on, please.

Hello, Dora Mae. Is Ms. Stevens here yet?

- Yes, sir, she's here. I put her at your table.
- Okay, I'll get it. I know my way, thanks.

Mr. Barnes,
I haven't see you around in a while.

- Hi, Debbie. You look nice.
- Thank you.

Can I get you anything?

- My usual.
- Okay.

Thanks, April.
I really appreciate you coming.

You're welcome.

I hate to say this,
but you're at the wrong table.

You were expecting Ms. Stevens,
weren't you?

I'm Michelle Stevens. April's little sister.

April's sister?

She never even mentioned to me
that she had a sister.

I'm not surprised. I think it's a fact
April would like to forget.

Oh.

Uh, where is she?

Uh, how did you even know
that I was supposed to meet her?

I heard the message
on the answering machine.

I wanted to tell her that you called,
but she's never home anymore.

She moved to Southfork
with Bobby Ewing.

You sounded like you needed a friend...

...so I thought I'd show up in her place.

I hope you don't mind.

I'm not sure.

I would have called you back and explained
but I didn't have your number.

CLIFF:
It's all right.

April's told me a lot about you,
you know?

You sound like a very interesting guy.
And I'm a good listener.

I hope you feel comfortable
about talking to me.

Maybe I can help.

That's very nice of you, Michelle.

APRIL: So will this knock his socks off
or what?

CALLY:
Mm-hm.

Of course, I wouldn't mind knocking
the rest of his clothes off as well.

Who do you mean? Bobby or J. R?

Or J. R?

I heard you and J.R.
Talking last night, April.

I know you slept with him.

Cally, that was a long time ago,
before he ever married you.

Why didn't you tell me?
I thought we were friends.

We are friends.

I didn't tell you
because I thought it would hurt you.

Don't you think it hurts me more
that you didn't say anything?

All that time
we were in Europe together...

...were you wishing you were with J.R.
Instead of Bobby?

How can you even think that, Cally?

I flew to Europe to be with Bobby,
not J.R.

What was I supposed to do?

Leave you the news
as a wedding present?

Or maybe tell you on your honeymoon?

I guess I really blame myself
for turning a blind eye...

...when J.R. Took you to the Oil Barons Ball
to mock me.

That's not true.

Nothing's going on between J.R. And me.

Not then and certainly not now.

Then why are you living across the hall
from him? Why can't you stay away?

I'm here as Bobby's guest.
You know that.

Why can't you believe it?

Because J.R. Is
a very attractive man, April.

And I don't think any woman
can just walk away from him.

You know how hard it was for Sue Ellen.

And I know it'd be awfully hard for me.

But I'm not you or Sue Ellen, am I?

But you are a woman.

A beautiful and sophisticated woman.

Everything that J.R. Wants
and everything I'm not.

J.R. Loves you, Cally.

Whatever we had, believe me,
it was very little, is long over.

How do I know
you're not just saying that?

You lied to me, April.

About J.R., about our friendship.

How can I ever look at you again
and not see you and J. R?

Cally, wait.

Have you figured it out yet?

Does Nolan Ryan throw smoke?

Everything's covered, man.

Well, there's, uh, a little problem.

What's that?

You're gonna have to get into his briefcase
when he's not looking.

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

[BOOMER CHUCKLES]

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

This is the Boomer you're talking to here.

[O VER PHONE]
Bobby Ewing hates your guts.

He's not exactly gonna sell you
a ticket to his office.

Look, I'll handle my end,
you just handle yours.

Fine.

Let's not blow this, pal.

Because one error in this ballgame...

...and we are both gonna be pinch-hitting
for Satan, ha-ha-ha.

[O VER PHONE]
Hasta manana.

[DOOR OPENS]

Hey, Dad. What took you so long?
Dinner's about to be burnt to a crisp.

You're not gonna believe this, Tommy...

...but Rolf Brundin was hit by a truck
this afternoon.

He died instantly.

No kidding.

How did it happen? Do you know?

Maybe he wasn't looking
crossing the street.

Oh.

Who knows?

But too bad Bobby Ewing
wasn't under those wheels with him.

Now that would've been poetic justice.

BOBBY:
Hey, dinner in five minutes.

- What's going on?
- I've decided to go home.

- Why?
- Well...

...I haven't received
any phone calls lately.

And Shelley's there,
she can keep me company.

Besides I can't hang around
Southfork forever.

I've gotta get back to the real world.

April.

We still don't know
who's been making those phone calls.

What if he's just waiting for you
to leave here?

[SIGHS]

It's a chance I'm gonna have to take,
Bobby.

I can't spend the rest of my life being
scared of the phone or him, whoever he is.

I still don't think it's a good idea.

Come on. It's not like we're breaking up.

- You can still take me out to dinner.
- Hmm.

And lunch.

And breakfast.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

All right.

I guess I got used to coming home
from work and finding you here every night.

Is this from the same man
who want a little space in his relationship?

Well, maybe I changed my mind
about that.

Excuse me.

Miss Ellie says it's time for dinner.

Fine.

Look, I'm almost done
packing my suitcases.

Will you help me carry them downstairs?

April.

[SIGHS]

Bobby, I'm sorry.
It's time for me to go home.

Uh-uh.

I'll tell you...

J.R., Al Halliday at your service.

- Hi, how are you doing?
- How can I help you?

Well, a friend of mine, Doug Snyder,
says that you own a fleet of tankers.

I was wondering if I could charter one.

Oh, I wish I could help you out, J.R.
I can call you J.R., can I?

Yeah, ha, ha, sure you can.

But all my little babies
are already spoken for.

Well, I tell you, Mr. Halliday,
you name your price and I'll double it.

Oh, I am sorry.

But, really,
I don't have anything available.

But I could sell you a tanker.

I've got one smack in the middle
of La Salina Port in Venezuela.

Just off loaded and ready for use.

Well, sell me one.
I'm afraid you've got the wrong man.

Uh, I'm in the oil business,
not the tanker business.

That's the only way you're gonna get
that oil by next week...

...and there's no other tankers around
right now.

[J.R. SIGHS]

Well, I don't know anything about insurance
and hiring crews and stuff like that.

The crew's already in place.

The insurance is mere paperwork.

Just think, once you become the proud papa
of this baby, she's yours forever.

No more worrying about your shipments
getting to the customers in time.

She gonna make it back to Texas
in one piece?

J.R., I am mortally offended.

This is Al "The Pal" Halliday
you're talking to here.

Okay, okay, so it's not the greatest
little ship in the world.

That one little accident was seven years ago
and her 1.2 rating is really undeserved.

- This accident, what about that?
- It wasn't nothing. It's forgotten.

Look, J.R., I'm gonna give you
my personal guarantee.

This little tanker can
and will deliver your oil.

Trust me.

NARRATOR:
Next on Dallas:

That's it.

Bye-bye, Bobby.

Rose, you're a sight for sore eyes.

[CHUCKLES]

MICHELLE: Why are you and J.R. Partners
and not you and Bobby?

APRIL: A while back,
Bobby and I were on opposite sides.

Congratulations. You're now the owner
of a real fine oil tanker.

Which one of us loses?

Unfortunately, this time you do.

Oh, would you stop?

[ENGLISH SDH]