Dallas (1978–1991): Season 6, Episode 18 - Requiem - full transcript

You weren't content to embezzle money
from my father's company!

Or to drag the whole family into this
endless losing battle with the Ewings!

You had to drag Mother
into that one too!

I have to get away from here.
Can't live here anymore.

- Leave Southfork?
- I have to.

Doesn't anything matter to you?
Anything at all?

I didn't tell her to go to Houston.

I wasn't piloting the plane
that crashed in her jet.

That should have been me.

Oh. That should have been me.

Doctor Rogers, 1-7-4-2.



Is my mother here?
Rebecca Wentworth.

She was in a plane crash.

Yes. Of course. Mrs. Wentworth. She
was brought in just a little while ago.

How is she?

She was badly injured.
She's in emergency surgery right now.

Is she going to be all right?

I'm sorry. I don't know anything
about her condition.

If you wait, the doctor will be out and
talk to you as soon as they're finished.

I have to try and call Cliff.

Come on. Honey.

Dr. Finnerman, report to Radiology.
Dr. Finnerman, report to Radiology.

All right.

R's a condition that market analysis
believe is good in the short run, but...

Fill this up. Please.



- Driving?
- Flying.

I'll say he is.

And give my friend here a taste too.

Hey. Thanks. What's the occasion?

I'm swearing off women.

That's a terrible thing to say.

Yup. Can't live with them.
You can't live without them.

I sure as hell am gonna try.

This just in from our newsroom.

A midair collision
over Love Field earlier today...

“look the lives of two people
and critically injured a third.

A small corporate jet owned by
Wentworth Industries...

was just taking off...

when it was struck
by an incoming plane.

Both pilots were killed on impact...

and Mrs. Rebecca Wentworth,
head of Wentworth Industries...

and the only passenger aboard
either of the planes...

was rushed in Dallas
Memorial Hospital...

where she remains
in critical condition.

- Hello?
- Katherine, it's Bobby.

Bobby Ewing. Bobby?

I'm afraid I have some bad news.
It's your mama.

- What?
- She's been in an accident.

An accident? How is she?

She's alive. How soon can you get here?

Well. I'll take the next flight out.

I'm sorry. Katherine. Bye.

Yeah. Mike. I know
it's a terrible tragedy.

Well. There's nothing we can do
for Rebecca now.

I just wanted you to know. As far as
I'm concerned. Nothing has changed.

Yeah. The deal for the refinery
is still set...

and I'll be down there
just as soon as I can.

We'll finalize it then.

Good talking to you.

Darling. Who was that?

Mike Hughes.

He owns that refinery I've been
negotiating for down in Houston.

Rebecca was probably on her way
to see him when her plane was hit.

Darling.

J.R.. don't be so hard on yourself.
It wasn't your fault.

Cliff Barnes should have been
on that plane. Not his mama.

Well. He was probably off someplace
crying in his beer. As per usual.

Can you imagine
what could happen if she dies?

What do you mean?

Barnes could come
into that Wentworth fortune.

Well. What difference does that make?

What difference does it make?

With that kind of money.
Nothing to stop that idiot.

Dr. Samuel, report in emergency.
Dr. Samuel, report to emergency.

- Why haven't they finished in there?
- Honey.

I want to know
what's going on in there.

Pam. This evening
has been hard on all of us.

- But there's nothing we can do now.
- It's been so long.

- She's been in there for hours.
- I know.

It takes time, Pam.

The doctor will come out
as soon as he can leave her.

- You didn't find him?
- I've tried all over.

Where can he be?

I left messages for him everywhere.

The accident was reported on television.
I don't how he could have missed it.

Provided he's still in Dallas.

- Clayton.
- Oh. There you are.

Pam. I'm so sorry.

How is your mother?

Clayton. They're still working on her
in there right now.

- It doesn't look good, Clayton.
- Oh. no.

They've been in there for hours.

- I just can't believe it.
- I can't either.

Isn't that her doctor?

- Dr. Pittman?
- You're Rebecca Wentworth's family?

- I'm her son-in-law. This is her daughter.
- How is she?

- I'm sorry. But...
- She's dead?

No. She's still alive.

Oh. Thank you.

We've done everything humanly possible.
But she's had serious internal injuries...

- and a lot of bleeding.
- Can I see her?

Yes. She's been moved
to Intensive Care.

Thank you. Doctor.
For everything you've done.

I'm afraid that all I've done
may not be enough.

I think you'd better prepare your wife
for the worst.

Bobby. I'm real sorry.
It's gonna be awful tough on Pam.

Well. We sure hope
her mama pulls through.

Tell her that Donna and I
are praying for her.

Thanks for calling. Bob.

Well. Rebecca is still in Intensive Care.
Honey...

and she may not pull through.

You know. It's gonna be real hard
on Miss Ellie.

She and Rebecca
were just getting close again.

Hello?

Well. George. Just a minute.

George Hicks, the Energy Commission.

Want to take his call?

Yeah.

Yes. George?

Donna. I'm calling a special meeting
of the Energy Commission.

A meeting? Why?

I want to reopen the subject
of the variance we granted J.R. Ewing.

Sue Ellen. Grandma's home.

Hello. Lucy.

- Hi. Grandma. You look exhausted.
- I am.

It's been along night for her.

How is Rebecca?

Not good. Sue Ellen. The doctor doesn't
think she's got much of a chance.

- How awful.
- How is Pam?

Well. It's been difficult for her.

- Was Cliff there?
- No.

Afton's been looking for him all night.
He doesn't seem to be anywhere.

Yeah. Good old Barnes.
Never around when you need him.

Don't be snide. J.R. Not now.

Just stating a fact.

Doesn't anything matter to you?
Anything at all?

If it weren't for you, Rebecca wouldn't
be dying in that hospital room right now.

- Clayton.
- This has nothing to do with me.

The hell it doesn't.

The way you've been
battling your brother...

has got the community
against you.

All Rebecca was trying to do
was to stop you...

and she may pay with her life
because of it.

Get off it. Clayton.

Any time there's trouble in the Barnes-
Wentworth clan. They try to pin it on me.

Well. I didn't tell her to go to Houston.

And I wasn't piloting the plane
that crashed into her jet.

I didn't have a damn thing to do with it.

Lucy.

Mama. It's Pam. I'm here.

Mama.

Pam. Darling.

Mama. Cliff is coming.
He'll be here real soon.

Poor Cliff.

And Katherine is coming from New York.
Bobby called her.

Poor baby.

Look after them. Pam. Please.

I will.

Cliff needs somebody strong.

Like you.

Keep him safe.

Promise me that you will protect him.

I promise.

You were always the stronger one.

You've got to save your strength now.

You're my good girl.

I love you.

I love you.

Mama.

Mama?

Mama!

Mama!

Cliff.

Cliff.

- Cliff.
- Hey.

Now. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

I thought you were gone for good.

I couldn't leave you like this.

Yeah? Well. You left the night
you slept with Thurman.

So I got news for you.
It was over then and it's over now!

Cliff. I have to talk to you.

We don't have anything to talk about.
It's over. We're through talking.

Listen to me. Cliff. Please.

Your mother.

What about my mother?

Cliff. Oh, God.

Your mother is dead.

She's dead. Cliff.

She died this morning.

This morning. What are you...?

What are you talking about?

She was flying to Houston.

Her jet was hit by a private plane.

They did emergency surgery.
But they couldn't save her.

Houston.

Oh. My God.

I was supposed to be on that plane.
Not her.

Oh. God. That should have been me.

Oh. That should have been me.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Katherine.
Is there anything I can get you?

No. I just want to see Pam.

She's upstairs.
She's been waiting for you.

I'll go up with you.

Bobby. no.

Let them have some time alone.

Mama. I want to see how she is.

She wants to see Katherine alone.

She asked me to tell you that.

Pam.

Oh. Pam.

Oh. Pam.

Pam. What happened?

Didn't Bobby tell you?

I don't know.

I don't know. I was so confused.
I didn't hear clearly.

All I know is that
Mama died right after surgery.

I didn't understand the rest.

Mama was flying to Houston.

They were leaving from Love Field.

A small private plane came in.
They collided.

Houston? What was she going there for.
A board meeting?

No. She was going to stop J.R.
from buying an oil refinery.

Why?

What difference would it make to Mama
what J.R. does?

Well. It wasn't just the refinery.

Cliff and the oil cartel
have been fighting J.R.

Mama was flying down to help Cliff.

You mean Mama was trying to fight
Cliff's battles for him?

No. I think
she was trying to back Cliff up.

If it weren't for the Barnes-Ewing feud.
None of this would have happened.

Ewing residence.

Yes.

I don't know. I'll see.

Mr. Ewing. It's for you.

I don't want to speak to anybody.
Teresa.

It's Mrs. Krebbs.
She says it's important.

Thank you. Donna. Hello.

Hey. Bob. How are you?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

How's Pam doing?

She's doing about
as well as can be expected. I guess.

It's kind of rough on her.

Yeah. I know.
I'm so sorry about Rebecca.

- Well. Thank you.
- There is one bit of good news...

that I'd like to share with you today.

I'm down
at the Texas Energy Commission.

George changed his vote.
Lawrence followed...

and J.R.'s variance
has been rescinded.

Well. It's ironic. Isn't it?

It happened one day too late
to save Rebecca.

Going to the barbershop.
Be back in an hour.

Two calls came in
while you were on the phone.

Some reporters wanted to talk to you.

Oh. Yeah? About Rebecca Wentworth.
I don't want to get involved with that.

Mr. Ewing. There's a photographer
and a reporter here to see you.

Persistent little devils. Aren't they?
Send them right in. Hi.

Sorry to barge in on you like this.
Mr. Ewing.

- Come on.
- My name's Casey. This is Bert Bartlett.

- Bert.
- Do you mind if I take some pictures?

No. No. Not at all.

Now. What can I do for you?

You tell us how you feel
about the fact...

that the Texas Energy Commission
just rescinded your variance.

The what?

Your variance was overturned.

You're going to have to cut back the
amount of crude you've been pumping.

Haven't you heard?

To be quite honest. I hadn't.

But I can tell you this:

It's gonna take more than
overturning my variance...

to stop me from bringing gasoline
within reach of the average American.

That's admirable. Mr. Ewing...

but you're not gonna be able to
produce enough to supply your stations.

What are you going to do about that?

Well. I really don't know.

I'm gonna have
to evaluate the situation.

Maybe I'll have to shut down
a few of my stations.

But I made a commitment
to the people of Texas.

Like I said. It's gonna take a lot more
than a minor setback like this...

to make me back down
on that commitment.

So you can tell your people...

J.R. Ewing has not yet begun to fight.

Thank you. Mr. Ewing.

- Sly. Get George Hicks on the phone.
- Yes. Sir.

Right now.

Yes. Sir.

Well. I'll talk to him. Bye.

- Cliff?
- I heard. I can't go. Not right now.

Katherine is there.

- Pam needs you.
- No. I can't face them.

I don't know what to say.

Because it's all my fault and...

They're never gonna be able to
forgive me. I can't forgive myself.

Sweetheart.
Why are you torturing yourself like this?

- Because If I had been on that plane...
- But you weren't.

And nobody forced your mother
to be on it either.

It was her choice.

Listen to me.

You're not the only one to blame.
There's plenty to go around.

If I hadn't gone to bed with Thurman.
Your mother would be alive today.

Well. Is that supposed
to make me feel better?

I don't know.

But to tell you the truth.
I'm glad now I did it.

I don't understand that.

If I hadn't.
It would have been you on that plane.

It would have been you who died.
Instead of your mother.

And I'm sorry for the way it sounds.
But I'm glad it wasn't you.

Afton.

Please. Don't go.

I'm so alone. Please. Don't go.

All I could think about
on the flight out here...

was that it's just the two of us now.

And Cliff.

You know. Maybe I should leave
New York. Move out here.

- I'd love having you near me, Katherine.
- It's dark in here.

It's time for this little guy to go to bed.
He wanted to say good night.

There. You wanna say good night
to Mama?

Goodnight. Sweetheart.

- Yeah.
- He's tired.

- I'll put him to bed. Come on.
- Night-night.

- Come on.
- Night-night.

Pam. It must be such a comfort for you
to have someone like Bobby.

Do I have him?

I wonder.

I don't really know anymore.

Come here. George.
Come on. Right here.

What took you so long?

I didn't want to talk to you. J.R.

What the hell do you think
you were doing?

Voting against my variance. You have
any idea how much that costs me?

I couldn't help it, J.R. I had no choice.

You gutless chiseler! I ought to
toss you out and see if you bounce!

I swear to you, J.R..
I didn't want to do it. I was forced to.

- Somebody held a gun to your head?
- Just about. I was blackmailed.

- By whom?
- By your brother.

- Bobby?
- Yeah.

If you're gonna go on with this war...

you're gonna have
a battle on your hands.

That little brother of yours seems to
have picked up a few tricks from you.

- Hello.
- Hello, Walt?

- It 's .I. R. Here.
- J . R.

I was thinking about that talk
we had the other day.

Yeah. I figured you might call.

I heard you lost your variance.

Yeah. Well. Those things happen.
You know.

I think we can get
that Caribbean oil deal to work.

Why don't we get
together talk about it?

I'd like nothing better.

HI call you tomorrow,
tell you when and where.

- Fine by me.
- Good talking to you. Walt.

Yeah. Like my daddy used to say.
If you can't get in the front door...

just go around the back.

No. Phyllis.
I won't be in to work at all today.

No. I have funeral
arrangements to make.

There's a lot to take care of.

Well. Thank you. I appreciate the offer.
But I'll deal with it from here.

Yeah. Okay. I will. Bye-bye.

Hello. Mama.

I haven't seen Pam this morning.

Oh. She and Katherine went over
to see Cliff. I think.

How is she?

That's hard to tell. Mama.

She's keeping everything all inside.
I don't think she's even shed a tear.

She will.

Well. I hope so.

You're looking pretty tired yourself.

I'm all right. I have some
phone calls to make. I'll see you later.

- Good morning. Miss Ellie.
- Good morning.

- Good morning. Sue Ellen.
- Good morning. Miss Ellie.

Poor Bobby.

Rebecca's death
has been so hard on him.

- I'm sure it has.
- He looks worn out.

Let me tell you something. Miss Ellie.

It's about time that your other son
got a little sympathy too.

What did you say?

J.R. just lost the variance.
Thanks to Donna Krebbs.

Sue Ellen. How can you compare
those two things?

Well. I feel terrible
about Rebecca's death. But still...

Still nothing.

I'm astonished at you.

My husband is very important to me.

But this battle that he's fighting
is costing him.

It's costing all of us.

And you just don't understand
how much.

Think ahead, Sue Ellen.
Think 25 or 30 years ahead.

I won't be here then, and the fight
won't be between J.R. and Bobby.

It'll be between
John Ross and Christopher.

Think carefully. Sue Ellen.

Your loyalty to your husband
is a wonderful thing.

But you're a mother too.
And where will this all end?

I know you all think
that I let Mama down.

- Listen. Cliff.
- And. No... And I did, I know I did.

But believe me. You can't hate me
any more than I hate myself.

And I can only promise you that.
In the future...

I'll do everything I can
to make it up to you.

We know that.

Where are you going?

Well. I'm gonna meet Bobby
at the funeral home.

We have the final arrangements to make.

No. I can't handle that.

Well. Pam. If you'll be all right.
I'll stay here with Cliff.

I'll be fine.

I'll meet you at the ranch later.

Okay. And I'll call you later.

You did this.

You killed her.

You weren't content to embezzle money
from my father's company!

Or to drag the whole family into this
endless. Losing battle with the Ewings!

Oh. No. You had to drag Mother
into that one too!

You had to get her to fight your battles.
So you could hide behind her skirts.

- Katherine. Listen. I...
- No. You listen!

You know this never
would have happened.

Mama would still be alive today
if you had the guts...

to fight the Ewings on your own
or end it, once and for all.

But not you.

Oh. No. You let her go down there
to Houston. To do your job for you.

You let her go to her death
to save your skin!

You're the one who caused Mama's
death. And I'll make you pay for it.

Well. Dave. George Hicks just called.
We had a meeting. Took another vote.

He voted against the variance.
Lawrence followed him. That was that.

- The variance was rescinded.
- Well. It sure surprised me.

I don't know if it'll take any wind
out of J.R.'s sails, but we can hope.

Yes. Sir. We can sure do that.

Anyway, Donna, you did a fine job.

Thanks to you.
That variance was rescinded.

Dave. I helped.
But I certainly did not do it alone.

If you say so.

And Donna. Give my condolences
to Pam and Bobby. Okay?

I will. Thanks for calling. Bye-bye.

Do you know. He thinks
that I won that fight all by myself?

Well. You did. Practically.

Ray. For heaven's sake. I did not.

I was the most surprised person of all
when Hicks changed his vote.

Did he ever say why he did that?

No. But I know something happened.

Whatever it was. You still have a right
to be very proud of yourself.

I am a little.

It's kind of hard to get too excited
about anything right now.

- I keep thinking about Rebecca.
- I know.

Well. Anyway. Now that that war is won.
What are you gonna do with yourself?

Write another book?

No. It's too much work.

All right. What are you going to
do with yourself, then?

I don't know. I thought I might
hang around the house, eat bonbons...

paint my toenails.
Pretty much what I always do.

I'm serious. You know.

Well. I'm still a member
of the commission.

And we do oversee a lot of things.

There's a whole backload of work
that I need to get involved with.

And then there is always J.R.

You cut him off.

For now.

But with J.R.. my darling.
There's always a tomorrow.

J.R., Miss Harwood is here.

Well. All right. Send her in.

- Hello. Holly. I was just leaving.
- No. You're not.

Not until I'm finished gloating.

- What you got to gloat about?
- Plenty.

Got your little variance rescinded.

- Oh. That.
- That.

Now you see it. Now you don't.
Right. J.R.?

In this business.
There's always tomorrow.

Well. Good.

Because tomorrow. You're gonna be
so busy shoring up Ewing Oil...

from the loss of all those revenues...

that you're not gonna have time to
play those nasty games with Harwood.

I want out of our deal. J.R.

I want my 25 percent back
and I want you out of Harwood for good.

Let me tell you something. Sweetheart.

I didn't like that little move you made
the other day. Pulling your gun on me.

But I did get your point.

You want to control the bedroom.
That's fine.

But I control your company.
And it's best you don't forget that.

Not as long as I'm Harwood Oil.

No. No. You don't understand.

So I'm gonna spell it out for you
real slow-like.

Holly. You are no longer
Harwood Oil. I am.

Honey. I know how you feel. But
you're gonna have to loosen up a little.

What do you mean?

You've got a lot of pain
all tied up inside.

Now. I know you're trying to be strong
for Cliff and for Katherine...

and I don't mean to preach to you.
Honey. I know how hard this is on you.

But it's no good to keep it
all bottled up inside.

- I'm all right.
- I was thinking maybe after the funeral...

you and I should take some time
to ourselves.

- I don't know.
- I'm serious. I'll take time off from work.

We'll have a little vacation
just the two of us. What do you say?

I don't know what I want now. Bobby.

All right. You think about it. Though.

There's a Liberian tanker in Galveston
ready to take on oil to ship to Cuba.

The papers will show Puerto Rico
as the destination.

Remember, this is just a test run.

I want to start small.
50.000 barrels, first trip.

I don't get it.
Your variance is gone. Isn't it?

- That's right.
- How can you ship crude?

It seems your crude will be going
to keep your gas stations open.

Driscoll. You take care of the paperwork.
I'll handle the crude.

Punk. Mavis.

Oh. It's just terrible about Rebecca.

Funeral services were
held earlier today...

for Mrs. Rebecca Wentworth
of Wentworth Industries.

She was killed this week
in a two-plane collision at Love Field.

J.R., Mr. Hughes is here. From Houston.

About the refinery you wanted to buy.

All right. Send him in.

- Hello. Mike. How are you?
- What do you mean. How am I?

I've been trying to get you on the phone.

- Oh. Yeah. What about?
- What about?

J.R.. we had a deal.

You were supposed
to buy my refinery.

Well. That wasn't definite.

- It certainly was.
- Mike. You must have misunderstood.

I didn't misunderstand anything.

You gave me your word.

Well. I just don't remember that.

I had your word. Your word!

Mike. We don't have anything on paper.

I don't need your refinery now.
So I'm not gonna buy it.

Now. If you just step aside
just a little bit, I'm watching TV.

Everybody warned me
about doing business with you.

Well. Maybe they're right.

And a famous oilman in his own right.

Also present at the funeral
were Mr. Clayton Farlow...

who arrived with Mrs. J.R. Ewing
and Mrs. Eleanor Ewing...

the widow of the late Jock Ewing.

Mr. Mark Graison Jr., seen here,
is the son...

Well. My. My, my.

Mark Graison. You still around?

What can I get you, Clayton?
Something very tall and very strong.

At least J.R. had the decency
to stay away from Rebecca's funeral.

That's very unfair of you, Clayton.

There's no one who feels worse
about Rebecca's death than J.R.

- Really?
- Yes.

- That's a bit hard to believe, Sue Ellen.
- Well. It's true.

He didn't come because he thought
his presence would be disruptive.

I'm sure he's not wrong about that.

It's probably better he did stay away.

Pam. Where are you going?

I'm going upstairs to change.

- To change? What for?
- I want to go out to Mama's house.

Give me a minute.
I'll take you out there myself.

Thank you. But would you stay with
Katherine. It's been difficult for her.

Pam. I'm more worried about you
right now.

I want to go there alone.

- Mr. Graison 's office.
- Yes, is Mr. Graison back yet?

No, sir, no! Yet.

I'd like to leave a message.
This is Cliff Barnes, here.

- Cliff Barnes?
- Y es.

I'd like to thank Mr. Graison
on behalf of myself and my sister...

for coming to my mother's funeral.

Oh, yes, Mr. Barnes.

My sister. Pam.
Was especially appreciative.

HI tell him.
And please accept my condolences (cc.

That's very kind of you.

Yeah?
.J.R., Mr. DriscolI's on line two.

All right.

- Hello. Walt?
- They're loaded.

Everything went according to plan.

Oh. There's just one question.

- What's that?
- I thought you were shipping Ewing oil.

The crude we got was from Harwood.

What do you care?
You're gonna get paid anyway.

But I don't get it.

You don't have to get it, Walt.
Just ship oil. I'll take care of the rest.

Call me when it's done.

We'll see you all later. We're gonna run.

Bye-bye.

Cliff. I sure feel bad about your mama.

- She was a mighty fine lady.
- Thank you. Punk.

And we'll be talking to you soon.

Rebecca was a lovely woman. Cliff.
It's a terrible loss.

If it hadn't been for that damned J.R..
Your mother'd be alive today.

How's he doing?

He's in shock. Marilee. Wouldn't you be?

Well. These things take time.

You and Jordan could help. You know.
He has to get his mind off this.

All right.

Probably the sooner the better.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Well. I guess I'll leave now.

You do want me to leave. Don't you?

I don't know what I want you to do.

Why don't I stay
and clean up a little bit?

No. Don't do that. Just leave it.
I'll get that later.

Cliff. I'll stay if you want me to.

I can't think straight.
I don't know.

Hello.

Mr. Barnes isn't taking
any calls right now.

Cliff. It's your mother's attorney.

He wants to discuss the will.
Says it's imperative.

I don't want to talk about that.

That's the last thing in the world
I want to talk about.

All right. Thank you. Afton.

I just thought she might be at Cliff's.

All right. You take care. Bye-bye.

- Bobby. I'm starting to get worried.
- So am I.

- Pamela. Are you all right?
- Where have you been?

I'll leave you two alone.

Why were you gone so long?

After I left Mama's house.
I drove around for a while.

Bobby. I did a lot of thinking.

I have to get away from here.
I can't live here anymore.

- You mean you want to leave Southfork?
- I have to.

Pam. That's a pretty big step.

I've spent the afternoon trying
to work it out. But I just can't live here.

I want to leave.

All right. All right.
We'll find another place to live.

You don't understand.

I want to leave alone.

Without me? Without Christopher?

With Christopher. But without you.

Bobby. I need time to think.

Away from you, away from Southfork.
Away from the Ewings.

And away from everything
the Ewings stand for.