Dallas (1978–1991): Season 5, Episode 24 - The Investigation - full transcript

It's costing you over $25,000 a day.

I wouldn't risk another penny
on that well.

Wouldn't it be nice
if we sent Cliff a monument?

A monument? Yes.
To greed and stupidity.

You're gonna have to drop your price.

I could drop that
a couple of hundred thousand dollars.

We're talking millions.

Mr. Cliff Barnes' only source of income...

is gonna be if he sets up a table
on Elm Street and sells apples.

- If he's not in jail.
- Jail? Just what is it he did?

He borrowed some money
he can't pay back.



Would you like some coffee. Mr. Ewing?

What I'd like is to know
why you brought me down here.

- Am I being charged with something?
- No. Sir. At least not yet.

You can call your lawyer if you like.

That all depends on
what you wanna know.

Well. We wanna know about you
and Jeff Farraday.

- Why?
- Well. Mr. Ewing...

you didn't exactly run around
in the same social circles.

As a matter of fact, we'd like to know
why you knew him at all.

What makes you think I did know him?

Mr. Ewing. I think you're being evasive.

We brought you down here...

because we wanted you to tell us
what you knew.

All right. All right. I knew Jeff Farraday
through my sister-in-law. Kristin Shepard.



He wanted some money.
I gave to him because he was her friend.

And that's all?

He called me a couple of days ago.
Said he was in some kind of trouble...

- wanted more money.
- Did you give it to him?

No. I went to the address he gave me.

I saw police cars. And I didn't go in.

How did you know the cars
were there because of Farraday?

I didn't.

You just didn't want to get involved.
Is that right. Mr. Ewing?

Look. I'm in the process of
trying to adopt a baby.

They're very particular
about parents' behavior.

Yeah. I see.

Is there anything else you need me for?

No. I guess that's it.

We've got a lot more investigating to do.

- We'll be in touch.
- Thank you.

Can you tell me who's investigating
the disappearance of my niece?

As far as we know. A Captain Hillman.
Why don't you check with him.

Thank you.

What do you think?

Well. Maybe he's telling the truth.
Maybe he isn't.

When we can get those reports
on Farraday from California...

then we'll have a good idea.

- Sorry. Roger. That's the best I could do.
- That's okay.

- How soon can you get the money?
- Oh. A day. Maybe two.

I'll be here.
Give me a call as soon as you got it.

- Good night.
- Thanks.

Sorry I have to gag you.

Good news. Though. I've sold the studio.

Now we're really on our way.

- Roger. This is kidnapping.
- Not really.

We were meant to be together.
Now we really can be.

- No. We can't. So just let me go.
- No!

I've told you before.

I'll tell you what.
You pick where we should move to.

New York, California. Anywhere.

- You're crazy.
- Crazy?

Well. You're here. Aren't you?

Here. To us.

Lucy.

To us.

Now. We'll be together. Always.

Now. Valene.
I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

We just wanted to know
if Lucy had been in touch with you.

I'll call you as soon as I know anything.
All right?

Bye-bye.

Well. Lucy didn't get in touch
with Valene and Gary.

Did you let Mama know
you were calling them?

Yeah.

- Hi. Honey.
- Oh. hi.

- Can I get you a drink?
- No. No. I'll get it myself, thank you.

Well. Bobby. You're putting in
some long hours.

- Any news about Lucy?
- No. Not yet.

Well. I talked to Valene.
But she hadn't heard from her.

- Where's Mama?
- She's upstairs resting.

- How is she taking it?
- She's really worried.

Do you see what Lucy's doing to Mama?

It would serve her right
if we took her 10 voting shares away.

Is that all you can think about.
Voting shares?

I never thought she should have them.

No matter what you think.
You can't take those shares away...

from the people that have them.

Yeah. I suppose you're right. Pam.

I think I'll go upstairs.
Say good night to Christopher...

and turn in myself.

No. Mitch. We haven't heard a word.

I'm gonna call some of
Lucy's friends again.

Yes. Of course I will.

All right.

- Good morning.
- Good morning. Mama.

- You want some coffee?
- Sure. Thank you. Honey.

Captain Hillman. Please.

Captain Hillman. It's Ellie Ewing.

Have you made any progress at all?

I see.

Yes. I can understand.

I'll be home all day.

Well. Please call me if you hear anything.

Thank you.

No news?

Nothing.

I know that if she was all right.
She would have called.

Mama. I called every hospital last night...

and no one even close to
her description was there.

Miss Ellie. Please try and eat something.

No. I can't.

I keep seeing her face the day she left.

She was so happy.
Not a worry in the world.

Mama. She's gonna be fine.
Now. You have to just keep thinking that.

I suppose so.

I can't imagine anyone
wanting to hurt her.

Bobby. I've got to go to work.
Would you walk me out?

Sure. Excuse me. Mama.

See you later, Miss Ellie.

Bobby. I have an idea...

- where Lucy might be.
- Where?

You know that photographer.
Roger Larson?

- Yeah.
- Well. She was really frightened of him.

I even went to see him
to tell him to stay away.

Do you think he'd kidnap her?

Well. I don't know.
But it's worth the drive to see.

Yeah. Come on. Let's go.

- Come in. Mr. Forest.
- Thank you. Mrs. Wentworth.

- Won't you sit down.
- No. I'll just be a minute.

I must say. I was surprised when
you called and asked to meet here.

It was a call that I did not make easily.

What's wrong. Mr. Forest?
Is it something between you and Cliff?

In a manner of speaking. Yes.

You know. I was employed by
your late husband...

when he first started
Wentworth Tool and Die.

- No. I didn't realize that.
- Yes.

He was as fine a man as ever I met.
Honest and loyal.

And when the company
started to expand...

to become the conglomerate
it now is...

he moved the corporate headquarters
to Houston.

Now. That I did know.
Why didn't you go with him?

He wanted me to.

But my loyalty was not only to him...

it was also to that first little company
he started.

In a sense. It's been my home now
for almost 40 years.

Through thick and thin.
Good times and bad...

I've been
with Wentworth Tool and Die.

That's why I'm sad.
Very sad to see it end.

- You're not thinking of leaving?
- I am. Mrs. Wentworth.

Things have happened and I regret to say
that I have been a part of them...

Now. That I did know.
Why didn't you go with him?

I would like to know
what those things are.

It's Mr. Barnes.

He has been withdrawing very large
amounts of money from the company.

We've had to halt all our research
and development projects because of it.

Do you know for what purpose
he's taken the money?

For something called
the Wellington escrow account.

- Do you have any idea what that is?
- No. Ma'am. I don't.

He just had me issue a cashier's check
to that name.

How large a check?

Four million dollars
and another for 500.000.

That's when I thought I had to see you
and tell you.

Mr. Forest. I appreciate your concern
for the company and your loyalty.

But please. Stay with us
until we get this straightened out.

I'm sure there's a logical reason
for what Cliff is doing.

Then you feel differently about it
than I do?

I trust my son implicitly.

Thank you for coming to me.

I promise you. I'll look into it.

Mrs. Wentworth.

Mrs. Ewing. Come in.

Roger. This is my husband.
We want to talk to you.

Sure. What is it?

- Roger. You know where Lucy is?
- No. How would I know?

We've contacted everyone else.
And I know Lucy was afraid of you.

Well. That whole thing
was just a misunderstanding.

Besides. I've taken what you said
to heart and sold the studio.

I'm moving to California.

I'm only sorry that I haven't seen Lucy
to say goodbye to her.

- Roger. I don't believe you.
- Why don't you look around.

Be my guest, there's no one else here.

Where do you live. Roger?

I have an apartment on Bay Street.

- Why don't we look over there. Hon.
- Well. Sure. Feel free.

The number is 422.
I'll call the landlord. He'll let you in.

Fine. We'll do that.

- What's that?
- Oh. They're moving some of my stuff.

They probably dropped it.

- We'll see about that.
- You can't go back there.

- You just watch me.
- No.

Step back. Honey.

- Lucy.
- Lucy.

Honey?

Pam. Call an ambulance.

Honey. I'm here.

Lucy.

Dr. Fenneman, please come to therapy.
Dr. Fenneman, please come to therapy.

She's gonna be all right. Miss Ellie.

She's been heavily sedated
since they examined her.

What do the doctors say?

They want to keep her a couple of days.
But just for observation.

- And she isn't badly hurt?
- No. No. They don't think so.

Thank God you remembered
that photographer.

- That's what I was thinking.
- We got there just in time.

Another day. He'd have had her
out of state.

- Where is he now?
- The police have him.

I'm gonna go down in a few minutes
and press charges.

I've got to call Gary and let him know.

Mama. I called Gary
and I also talked to J.R.

They both know.

It's all right. Lucy.

It's all over.

But we're down almost 8000 feet.
And all we're bringing up is dust.

Keep drilling.

Look. Mr. Barnes. It's your money.
But I think it's time to face facts.

The fact is that you keep drilling.

It's costing you over $25,000 a day.

I wouldn't risk another penny
on that well.

I'm sticking with the geology report.

Do you want to believe the reports
or the truth?

It's a dry hole.
Walk away. Cut your losses.

You're telling me
to throw away $5 million?

What kind of advice is that?

It's the same advice I gave you
before we drilled the last 3000 dry feet.

- Well. I want some other opinions.
- Fine.

You get as many as you want.

But if I were you. I'd stop everything.

All right. Look. You stop.

You stop for a few days.
But you keep that crew together.

I'll try.
But the best men are already leaving.

I'd appreciate you calling me
just as soon as you can.

I will.

I will.

Cliff Barnes, I have to speak
to Marilee. It's urgent.

I'm sorry. Mr. Barnes.

Mrs. Stone is gone for the day.
And I don't know where to reach her.

- A little champagne. Marilee?
- Only if it's dry.

As dry as Cliff Barnes' well.

Here's to the only 8000-foot grave
in Texas.

Wouldn't it be nice
if we sent Cliff a monument?

A monument? Yes.
To greed and stupidity.

Oh. I got a little something for you here.

Here is a little check
for 2 and a half million dollars...

reimbursement for your share
of the deal.

What about the interest?

- Sly.
- Yes, sir?

- Hold all my calls.
- Yes, sir.

As you can see. Mrs. Ewing.
You're in a very solid financial position.

It's all very impressive.
I'm not sure I quite understand it all.

The bottom line is, all of your
investments are doing very well.

All blue ribbon.

Financially.
You are a totally independent woman.

That's a comforting thought.
I don't know what I would have done...

if Clayton hadn't asked you
to care for my finances.

- I owe you a great deal.
- Well. Thank you.

And by the way. How is Clayton?
I haven't heard from him in some time.

Oh. He's just fine.

He's vacationing in Europe. I think.
He'll be back soon. Though.

When you hear from him.
You be sure to give him my best.

Yes. I will.

Mr. Myer.
This definitely calls for a celebration.

- May I use your phone, please?
- Why. Of course.

- You help yourself.
- Thank you.

- If you'll forgive me. I'll be right back.
- Of course.

Mr. Barnes, Mrs. Ewing is on line one.

- How are you, Sue Ellen?
- Well. I'm feeling wonderful.

I feel like having a party.

I wanna take you out to dinner tonight.
Treat's on me.

No. I don't think so.
I just don't feel very social.

Well. Start feeling social.

I'm at my business manager's
right now...

and he's just informed me
that I'm a very wealthy woman.

- Is that right?
- It is.

You're not the only one who has money.

I would like to see you.

Can we have dinner at your apartment.
Maybe? It's easier to talk.

I'll see you at 8.

I'll be there.

- You want anything else, Lucy?
- Oh. No. Thanks. I'm fine. Grandma.

Oh. How pretty. Thank you.

Oh. Isn't that nice. Look.

- Lucy. How are you feeling?
- A lot better.

Well. I'm gonna get a bite to eat.

- I'll be back soon.
- Okay.

I'm really sorry. Lucy.
I feel so damned guilty.

It wasn't your fault.

I don't know. The way I told you
I wanted a divorce. It was cruel.

You were just being honest.

Maybe I was being hasty.

I mean. I don't know if
I gave us a chance.

Mitch. We had every chance.

You were right.

We could try again.

Don't feel sorry for me, or for yourself.

I've been thinking a lot about us today.

Do you want to try again?

A part of me sure does.

But it wouldn't work.

I guess sometimes love just isn't enough.

I do still love you.

I know that.

Oh. Mitch. I wanted you so badly.

I really wanted our marriage to work.

And all I did was interfere in your life.

I tried to make you into something
that you weren't.

And that was no good for either of us.

We've given each other so much pain.

I think we should go ahead
with the divorce.

It will be better that way.

Yeah. All right.

I'm gonna miss you, Lucy Cooper.

Yeah. It's all over but the shouting.

You've done it.

I sure did. That will be fine.

I have a feeling that soon.
Mr. Cliff Barnes' only source of income...

is gonna be if he sets up a table
on Elm Street and sells apples.

That is. If he's not in jail.

Jail? Just what is it he did?

Well. I don't want you to worry
your pretty little head. Darling.

He borrowed some money
he can't pay back.

Well. Is it gonna hurt
Tool and Die badly?

Tool and Die will survive
even Cliff Barnes.

I expect he's gonna be having
a meeting with your mama.

I sure wish I could be there.

I'm sure it's gonna be difficult for Mama.

Well. She's better off
cutting him out now.

It would be a lot harder if he was
president of Wentworth Industries.

Which he would have been.
If he hadn't been greedy.

Yeah. I suppose that's true.

You know. My only regret is
that it was so easy.

I shouldn't have to waste my talents
on a man like that.

Well. Here's to Cliff Barnes.
Wherever he is.

You're right on time.

I'm so glad to see you.

- Come. Look at the table.
- Lt's very pretty.

And I have fixed dinner all by myself.
Just don't expect too much.

- Would you like a drink?
- Well. Yeah. I would love a drink.

You look wonderful.

There is just one thing.

What is that?

I'd like not to talk
about marriage tonight.

Not that I haven't thought about
your proposal, because I have.

But I would like this
to be just a nice, relaxed evening.

You got it.
I promise not to talk about marriage.

You know what you haven't
talked about in a long time?

- No.
- That oil deal you were so excited about.

I was wrong.
It turned out to be a disaster.

Cliff. I'm so sorry. It sounded so good.

I know.

And I see only one way
out of my trouble.

What trouble?

I lost a lot of money.

Most of it borrowed.

Borrowed? From whom?

It doesn't make any difference
who it was borrowed from.

It's just that it was over $4 million.

Oh. Cliff.

I don't have anyplace else to turn.

What do you mean?

I was thinking about it when I was
talking to you on the phone today.

You're a wealthy woman.
You could loan me the money.

I'll pay you back
just as soon as I possibly can.

Oh. No. Cliff.
Don't do this to me.

Sue Ellen. I love you.
I wanna marry you...

but I need that money.

The only thing that you love is power.

How could I have been so stupid?

Look. The money doesn't
have anything to do...

with how we feel about each other.

Do you know how I feel right now?

Used.

Well. That's not true.
Because I do love you.

Get out.

Sue Ellen.

Just get out.

Get out.

We could have been so good together.

- Lucy.
- Hi. Everyone.

- Pam.
- Hi. Baby.

- Hi. Pumpkin. How are you doing?
- Hi. Ray. I'm good.

- Donna.
- Hi. Honey.

Oh. It's so good to be home.

For a while. I didn't think
I'd see this place again.

You're gonna be just fine.

If there's anything at all
that we can do for you...

There isn't anything you can do.

Grandma.

Lucy. Come on. I'll go upstairs with you.

I think Donna and Miss Ellie
just have something to talk about.

I think Pam's mistaken.

We have nothing to talk about.

Miss Ellie...

you and Donna.
You're the best of friends.

We ought to get this out
in the open and talk about it.

It is out in the open, that's the problem.

Donna wants to sell books
by exploiting a scandal.

There's nothing else to talk about.

Well...

I guess I have really
messed things up. Haven't I?

I don't think it's worth it.

- Let's go home.
- Right.

Mr. Slater is here.

Oh. Show him in.

Mr. Barnes. Mr. Slater.

- Mr. Slater, I'm glad you could come.
- Mr. Barnes.

- Shall we get right down to business?
- Of course.

Sit down. Please.

I have an oil field I'm
thinking of selling.

The old Ewing 6 fields.

What do you call it.
“Barnes-Wentworth 1“?

That's right. How did you know that?

I'm a broker. Mr. Barnes.
It's my business to know.

You're drilling dust over
on the Wellington land.

You've only got one producing field.

- How much are you asking?
- Seven million. Worth every cent.

Seven. What would you settle for?

That's the bottom line.

Just a strip of field for a long time.

That was a strip of field.

But not anymore.
It's pumping to commission limit.

If you're pumping that much oil out.
It'll be bone dry in a few years.

What are you trying to say?

I'm saying that at 7 million...

you're gonna narrow your buyers down
to those looking for tax write-offs.

Well. It's a very soft market these days.
It may take some time.

Wait. No. Wait. Mr. Slater.
Look. I don't have a lot of time.

Then you're gonna have to
drop your price.

I could drop that
a couple of hundred thousand dollars.

Mr. Barnes. If you want fast action...

we're not talking about cutting
your price thousands of dollars.

We're talking millions.

I'll call you.

Pam. Come on in.

Sue Ellen. What's the matter?

Look at me.

I haven't had strength
to get dressed all day...

and I can't stop crying.

Well. Why? What happened?

Your brother is what's happened.

Well. I'm sorry.

You know. Pamela.
He's changed so much recently.

He's become so strong. So self-assured.

He even asked me to marry him.

I don't think that's a good idea.
But isn't that what you wanted?

I was beginning to think so.

He told me that he loved me...

and that he'd be able
to support me the way J.R. did.

Not on his salary
from Wentworth Tool and Die?

Oh. no.

He was ready to close a big deal.

What big deal?

I don't know.

But whatever it was. It fell apart.

He wanted me to loan him $4 million.

Four million dollars? For what?

His big deal collapsed.
And he was trying to dig himself out...

by borrowing money from me
to pay back another loan.

Good Lord. How could he get involved
in anything worth $4 million?

Pamela. He's let me down again.

J.R. once said that he was weak.
And he was right.

Cliff's been using me.

Well. I have a feeling that you're not
the only one who's been used.

Is there anything else, Bobby?

No. Phyllis. You can go home.

- I'll be leaving in a few minutes.
- Thank you. See you tomorrow.

- Hello.
- May I help you?

Hi. Mr. Ewing.

- I don't think we've met.
- No. We haven't.

I've seen you around
a friend's apartment.

Shall I call security. Mr. Ewing?

My friend was Jeff Farraday.

It's all right. Phyllis. You can go.

And close the door.

What can I do for you. Mr...?

Smith. Joe Smith's good enough.
Please sit down.

Saw you go into Farraday's apartment
the day he was killed.

Since then I've checked on you.
I figure we can do a little business.

- What kind of business?
- Don't be coy.

Farraday's dead.
You need another connection.

- A connection?
- Come on. Mr. Ewing.

We know Farraday was supplying you.

Oh. Is that so?
And just how do you know that?

Because Farraday was a dealer.

We'd done business with him
in Los Angeles.

He called a couple of days ago
and ordered $50,000 worth of cocaine.

When we showed up to deliver it.
He didn't have the 50.000.

He said his connection was on the way.

And you killed him.

Mr. Ewing. Our time is very valuable.

We expect our clients to pay on delivery.

We were gonna teach Farraday a lesson.

He pulled a gun.

We had no choice.

Then I waited outside...

to see if he really did have
a special arrangement.

And you showed up.

- I see.
- Mr. Ewing. Business goes on.

What does all this
have to do with me?

Now that Farraday's out of the picture...

a rich man like you
has to find another store.

Mr. Ewing. We can make special
arrangements for volume customers.

Even office delivery.

I don't think so.

I know you're shocked
about Mr. Farraday's untimely death.

But you'll come around.
Give him the number. Griff.

Here. Call this. Leave your number.
And we'll get back to you.

- Good day. Mr. Ewing.
- Yeah. We'll see you.

Mr. Ewing. What a surprise.

Well. I had some unexpected information
on the Farraday killing.

- I thought I'd let you know.
- Unexpected?

- Please. Sit down.
- Thank you.

Howard. Would you
come in here a minute?

You don't mind if I have
Detective Howard in with us. Do you?

- No. Not at all.
- Fine.

Mr. Ewing.

Mr. Ewing has some information
in connection with the Farraday case.

Terrific. Saves us the trouble
of picking you up.

- I don't understand.
- We had a talk with a bartender...

out at a place called Mr. Z's.

He said you were in there several times
with Jeff Farraday.

And one evening. Mr. Ewing.
You threatened to kill him.

- Hi. Pam.
- Hi. Mama.

Is everything all right?
You sounded worried on the phone.

Everything's... Everything's fine.

Actually. I'm worried about you.

About me? Why?

Well. I found out
about something Cliff did.

I think it's going to affect you.

I don't understand.

Sue Ellen told me that Cliff
tried to borrow $4 million from her.

Do you have any idea
why he'd want that kind of money?

Yeah. In a way. Yes.

The controller
at Wentworth Tool and Die...

told me that Cliff ordered
a $4 million check...

drafted on the company account.

If he got the 4 million from Wentworth...

why was he trying
to borrow from Sue Ellen?

I'm afraid the answer is obvious:

He's lost the Wentworth money.

Well. How?

On what?

Something called the Wellington land
escrow account. Whatever that is.

Are you telling me
that Cliff went into a deal of his own...

musing Wentworth money.
And the deal went sour?

Yes. I think so.

Well. This is just what I was afraid of.

Once Cliff was exposed to all
that Wentworth money and power...

he'd try and use it for himself.

Pam. Calm down.

I am so sorry for you. Mother.

Honey. I'm not exactly broke.

Well. That's not what I meant.

He took advantage of you.
Of your love.

Yes. He did.

Is there anything I can do?

No. Pam. I have to take care
of this myself.

How?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

Hello. It's J.R. Ewing here.
I'd like to speak to Sue Ellen.

I'm sorry. Mr. Ewing.
But she isn't available just now.

Well. When she is available.
Tell her I'd like to talk to her.

Yes. Sir. I certainly will.

- How's John Ross?
- He's doing just fine. Mr. Ewing.

Oh. Good. Good.

Well. Make sure she gets this message.

When she wants to talk. I'll be waiting.

Okay. Mr. Ewing. Let's go over it again.

Now. You say you had never been
in Farraday's apartment before.

That's right.

We know you're lying.

Would you like to call your attorney?

I came down here voluntarily
to give you information on a drug ring.

You don't seem to be interested.
What you are interested in...

is making me a suspect in this case.
And I wanna know why.

Mr. Ewing...

we are aware
of your position in Dallas.

Your political clout.
The reputation of your family.

We know you're
the least likely suspect in this killing.

Except for the bartender's statement
and the fact that your fingerprints...

were found in Farraday's apartment.

Please. Tell us the truth.

All right. I was there.

Farraday called me
frantically needing more money.

He'd been to my wife's place
of business once...

and I was worried about my family.

Farraday promised he'd get out
of the country.

It fits.

We checked all the airlines. There was
a prepaid ticket. In his name. For Rio.

I bought that ticket.
And I still have it some place.

I figured with the ticket and money.
I'd get Farraday off my back.

What happened when you got
to the apartment?

The door was unlocked.

I went in. Farraday was dead.
I called the police.

Anonymously.

And then I left.

And that had to be
when Smith saw my license plate.

I see.

If you're gonna charge me.
I do wanna call my lawyer.

We're not gonna press charges.

We still have to look
into Farraday's background some more.

Maybe your mysterious Mr. Smith exists.

And maybe the thugs did come in
and kill Farraday...

for some disputed cocaine delivery.

We'll let you know.

- I'm free to go?
- Yeah. You're free to go.

Oh. Mr. Ewing.

Don't leave Dallas.

Come in.

Would you like some company. Grandma?

Come in. Lucy. And sit down.

- How do you feel?
- Still a little shaky.

That was a frightening
experience you had.

I was wondering if...

If you'd like to talk to someone about it.

- Who do you mean?
- Well. A therapist.

Oh. No. Grandma. I'm fine.

But I'm very worried about you.

Well. There's nothing to worry about.

But you've been spending
so much time alone up here.

Well. I need time alone.

Because of Granddaddy?

Yes. I miss him.

- I miss him very much too.
- I know you do.

Your granddaddy's a very special man.

He's very gentle and very strong.

There's so many problems
that I have to face now...

that he'd know exactly how to solve.

Does this have anything to do
with your anger towards Donna?

In a way.

She refuses to see all the great things
your grandfather's done.

She's only interested
in printing sordid lies about him.

- That doesn't sound like Donna.
- I know. But it's true, Lucy.

Very few men have achieved
what Jock has.

And Donna wants to tear it all down.

All for her own personal gain.

Mr. Slater's outside.
He said he must see you immediately.

Send him right in.

I'll have to call you back.
I'm sorry. Bye.

- How'd we do?
- You're not gonna like it.

- It's the best I could do under the gun.
- What is it?

Three million.

Three million. Oh. That's ridiculous.
That's no deal.

Well. The buyer insisted that I carry
the offer to you. I'll tell him.

Tell him he's a thief too.

That's an interesting word
coming from you, Cliff.

Here's your buyer, Mr. Barnes.

Don't thank me. Don't thank me.

Who should know better than I
the kind of trouble you're in.

I should've figured you'd be in on it.

I'm the only prospective buyer
in the state of Texas.

- Isn't that right. Russ?
- That's right, J.R.

Well. I guess I'll leave you two alone
to do your own negotiating.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

Well. Cliff. How does this strike you?

Because of my high regard
for your lovely mother...

I'm gonna up the price of my offer.

I mean. There's no reason that she should
have to pay for your mistakes.

Four million dollars, take it or leave it.

And that will allow you
to pay back the money you embezzled...

from Wentworth Tool and Die.

Yeah. I know about that.

I also know about the $500,000
that you still owe the company.

And you don't have a penny
to your name.

But you know the old saying.
“Poverty builds character.“

Save the talk.

Yeah. That's right, Cliff. You don't need
any more talk. You need some money.

Well. I have here a cashier's check
for $4 million and no cents.

Which is yours...

when you sign this little old deed.

Thank you.

Well. How's it feel. Cliff?

A couple of days ago.
You owned my oil field.

You were gonna marry my wife.

You were expecting a big gusher.

Oh. Yeah. Millionaire time.
That's what it was.

And now you're over your head in debt.

And the only property you own
is a dry hole north of Lubbock.

You have succeeded in becoming
the perfect failure.

I don't believe it.

I just don't believe it.

Sue Ellen. I've been trying
to get in touch with you.

I know.

What's the matter. Honey?
What's wrong?

I just didn't feel like talking to anybody.

A lot of people have let you down lately.

You leaned heavily on Clayton.
And he took off.

And then there's Cliff Barnes.

What can anybody say
about Cliff Barnes.

- You know about Cliff?
- Yes.

- How?
- It was an oil deal. That's my business.

Sue Ellen. Listen to me.

You belong with people
who really care about you...

and you're gonna be in trouble as long
as you put your trust in outsiders.

I don't know. J.R.

You're a Ewing. Remember that.

I've hurt you so much in the past.
And I'm sorry.

I love you. You know that.

We're the same kind.

We have our shortcomings. Our faults...

but we look at the world
the same way.

Three are no two people...

that are meant for each other
more than you and I.

J.R.. you're confusing me.

Don't be confused.
It's time for you to come home.

To Southfork.

To your husband.