Dallas (1978–1991): Season 6, Episode 5 - Jock's Will - full transcript

Jock's gone and it's...

It's time to let the court
make it official.

- I have a notion you know something.
- Daddy was a fair man.

And if you think he would've slighted
his first and eldest...

you never knew Jock Ewing.

That will is gonna determine
who finally owns Ewing Oil.

If Daddy gave him back the company.
Then we're gonna get out of here.

- Bobby.
- I won't watch him take over again.

A company the size of Ewing Oil
can have only one man at the helm.

And that's got to be...

He just drove in.



- Where's Mama?
- She's upstairs. I'll go get her.

Yeah. Do that.

- Thank you. Teresa.
- You're welcome. Mr. Smithfield.

- Hello. Harv.
- J.R.

Bobby went upstairs to tell Mama
you're here. Want a drink?

Not this hour of the day.
I don't have your stomach.

Well. I'm not sure I do either anymore.

Did Mama say what she wanted
to talk to you about?

I have an idea.

- Harv.
- Miss Ellie.

Bobby.

- Thanks for coming.
- Not at all.

Harv. Last night.
In that speech I made...

I heard myself talking about
moving on. Facing tomorrow.



All the things
that I hadn't yet done myself.

- Mama. We all understand why.
- No need to explain.

Well. I'm ready to do it now.

Jock is gone, and it's time
to let the court make it official.

Miss Ellie.

I know how hard this is for you...

but I believe
you're doing the right thing.

Yeah. So do l. Mama.

And to make it
as painless as possible...

I think we ought to do it
as quick as we can.

I agree.

All right.

The first thing we've gotta do
is get on the calendar.

I'll put in a call to Judge Karns
at the district court...

see if he can't slip us
into some cancellation.

But when that happens.
We're gonna have to move fast.

Now. I want to see all the paperwork
you've accumulated on this so far.

Of course. We'll need to round up
some character witnesses.

Character witnesses? For Jock?

Just to assure the judge that Jock
wasn't the type to run off with a girl...

hide from creditors.
That sort of thing.

- I'll line up a few names for you. Harv.
- Good.

Now. He'll want to make sure. Also.
That you looked hard enough to find him.

Well. We have the search-party reports.

There was a witness
to the actual crash, an eyewitness?

- Well. That pilot. Evans or something.
- Lee Evans.

See if you can't locate him.
Get him to testify in person.

The case would be a lot firmer
with him on the stand.

You don't figure it's weak. Do you?

Well. You never know
about these things.

Especially since Jack's body
was never found.

Lucy? What are you doing?

I thought you were
going into Dallas this morning.

I'm too tired.

Lucy. I know how you must feel.
But what's done is done.

You can't change some things.

You don't know how I feel.

I know how
the abortion affected you...

but moping around Southfork
is not gonna make it better.

I'm not exactly up to partying yet.

Well. Nobody's asking you to party.

You might think about
going back to work, though.

- Work?
- Why not?

Call your agent. Get something done.
You can't just sit around like this.

I'm not ready to go back to work yet.

Yes. You are.

You've just got to do it.

And if you can't.
Maybe you should get some help.

I don't need a psychiatrist.

Well. Then prove it. Get up.

Get out of that nightgown.
Get out of this room.

Join the world of the living again.

Blair Sullivan Agency.

Yes. May I please speak to Blair?

Mr. Sullivan': Out of town for a
few days. May I ask who's calling?

No. No. I'll just call him back.

Where's Mickey. Aunt Lil?
Figured he'd be down by now.

Oh. No. He's already gone.

- This early?
- Before you even came down.

Just gets up and goes.

Well. Where does he go?

I don't know.

I've given up asking.
Even when I do, he won't tell me.

That's not right.

What's he do all day?
You told me he didn't work.

No. I don't think so.

Not since the last six months, anyway.

When he finished high school.
He just drifted around for a while...

trying to find himself. I guess.

One job after another.
Mostly working with his hands.

He loves to work with his hands.

Last job was at the packing plant.

He kept that one for nearly two years.

What happened?

Hard times. Is all.

The plant cut back...

and they let Michael go.

Last one hired.
The first one dropped. You know.

You know. If you're gonna
take me to town. It's getting late.

- Oh. Never mind about them dishes.
- Oh. no.

It's all right. Ray's gonna show me
some of the spots he liked as a kid.

Where we used to park.

You know. The place has changed
a lot since then.

Yeah. I've noticed.

Yeah?
Call on line two from Toronto, Bobby.

A Mr. Mcleish.

Thornton McLeish?
McLeish Canada?

- You remembered.
- Sure I du.

Daddy introduced us
at that convention in Chicago.

He did some wildcatting with you
in the Northwest Territories. Didn't he?

With my father. Right.
I was sorry to hear about your father.

Well. Thank you very much.

Mr. Ewing. The reason I called...

my brother and I are gonna be
in Dallas in the next few days.

We're involved in
an investment situation...

on some oil fields up here
that looks awfully good.

We're in the market
for an American partner.

Might you be interested
in hearing some details?

Well. I just might indeed.

Call me when you get to town.
We'll set something up here.

- Perfect.
- T hanks for calling.

Excuse me, ma' am.

- Just in time. I'm ready to faint.
- Enjoy your lunch.

Looks delicious.

Ketchup? You got some ketchup?

You haven't told me anything
about your new job.

- I'm managing.
- Ls Marilee pleasant to work for?

Oh. Yeah. She's great. She's not
perched on my shoulder all the time.

- Cliff. I was just...
- No. No. It's fine.

Everything in my life's fine.
My job is fine. Everything's fine.

How's the roast. Cliff?
Thinking of having it myself.

Cliff. Does Marilee know...

you're spending lunch hours
with pretty young ladies?

Gentlemen. This is my mother.
Rebecca Wentworth.

Delighted. Mrs. Wentworth.
I'm Jordan Lee.

Wade Luce. Ma'am.

I'm pleased to meet you.

They're oilmen. They're in the cartel.

The cartel? Yes. Cliff's mentioned it.

Yeah. Except Wade here wants out.

Wade? What. You're thinking
of leaving the cartel?

Leaving the oil business altogether
if I can sell my company.

You had a decent year last year.
Didn't you?

- That's what I keep telling him.
- Oh. It's a family thing.

I've got a daughter in Arizona
who's having some health problems.

My wife wants to move out there
to be near her.

Yeah. But sell the company?

- I'm getting a little old to commute.
- Good luck.

Thank you. Cliff. You too.

- Pleasure. Mrs. Wentworth.
- Ma'am.

- Well. That's it, Harv.
- Thank you. J.R.

Well. These papers
are fine for background...

but we'll still need
those sworn depositions.

Well. I talked to the government man.

He's going with a bunch of people
over to the consulate.

Good. If the judge rules in our favor...

I ought to be able to unseal the will
right away.

- Can't say that would make me unhappy.
- Nor I.

This flip-flopping of leadership
is unhealthy for the company.

I couldn't agree with you more. Harv.

Let me ask you a question now.

Suppose the judge
doesn't declare Daddy dead.

How long are we gonna have to wait
to submit new evidence?

Why? Ls there a problem?

Well. Yeah. The witness to the crash
happens to be down in South America.

And he doesn't want to come back?

He wants to come back, all right.
Especially for what I'm paying him.

He's having a little trouble
getting out of the country.

His testimony'd be very helpful.

Yes. I know that. Harv.

Now. Suppose he gets hung up
and we proceed without him...

and for some asinine reason.
The judge ruled against us.

How long do we have to wait
before we can get Daddy declared dead?

We'd have to wait the full seven years.

What did you say?

And the will would stay sealed
until then.

Well. Right back there at the corner.
Signals are automatic now.

When I was a kid, they used to control
all the tracks and the signals...

- right from that house.
- Only saw one track.

Well. At the crossing. Yeah.
There's a bunch of them down the way.

You know. These buildings
look pretty old.

Yeah. They were here
when I was growing up.

Sure looked a lot bigger then.

This place used to have an old
coal-burning stove in the back...

and lots of used furniture.

I guess you'd call it a junk store.

No. Darling.
Today. They call it an antique store.

It sure is different around here. Though.
Kind of funny.

Yeah.

I'm here.

Hey. Mickey.

What are you doing here?

What does it look like I'm doing here?

How much gas you need?

Fill it up. Unleaded.

I can read.

I didn't know you had a job.

That's great.
Does your mama know about it?

You know. You really ought to tell her.
She'd probably be proud of you.

Yeah. I just bet she would be.

What's with you, anyhow?
I don't understand you at all.

You think I'm pumping gas
because I got a natural ability for it?

Then why are you?

- Because it's better than doing time.
- Doing time?

You mean in jail?

What is it to you, anyway?

Look. We are blood kin
whether you like it or not.

What is this jail business?

Oh. Nothing.

Me and some guys
wired a car one night...

took it for a ride...

wrecked it up a little bit.

Some cops grabbed us. That's all.

- That's all?
- Yeah.

Judge said I could either work
off the damages or sit out the time.

I'll tell you one thing.

Soon as I'm clear. I'm out of here.

Well. You sure are full of surprises.

- Does your mother know about all this?
- No. I'm taking care of it.

I guess you are.

Let's go.

Come along. John Ross. Let's eat dinner.
Doesn't taste good when it's cold.

Well. Hello. Ms. Chambers.

- Mrs. Ewing'll be down in a moment. Sir.
- Okay. Good. No rush.

Hey, boy. How you doing?

I'm having trouble getting him
into his chair tonight.

Well. I don't blame him on that.
I'll feed him tonight.

All right.
Well. I better warm it up.

Yeah. You do that. Do that.

Oh. Daddy's gonna feed you real good.

You know what? Before long...

I'm gonna take you down
to my big office.

You remember that? Downtown?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I'll take you down to Ewing Oil.

Put you up in my big old chair
and spin you around.

Teach you all about the oil business...

just like my daddy used to teach me.

And then. Before you know it...

you're gonna be taking it over
all by yourself.

Yeah.

- Ellie. You are not a third wheel.
- Mavis is right, Ellie.

Oh. You're both sweet.

Well. We're also both very hungry.

Besides. I can't wait to walk into that
restaurant with two good-looking gals.

Casanova never had
anything on you, Punk.

- Hi there.
- Hello.

- You eating out?
- Yes.

- Why don't you and Pam go with us?
- No. Thank you.

- But you all go and have fun.
- See you all later.

- Good night.
- Bye.

- You want something?
- Yeah.

Bobby. Is something the matter?

Yes.

Frankly. I'm concerned
about Daddy's will.

The will?

When that hearing is over.
The Will's gonna be opened.

And I'm concerned about why
Daddy had it sealed in the first place.

Well. Aren't most wills sealed?

No. Not unless you have something
you're trying to hide.

What would Jock have to hide
from his family?

Oh. I don't know. Honey.
Maybe I'm wrong.

But I'll tell you one thing I do know.

That will is gonna determine
who finally owns Ewing Oil.

And I have a terrible feeling
it's gonna be J.R.

Come on. That's not necessarily so.

If that happens. Honey...

if Daddy gave him back the company.
You and I are gonna get out of here.

Bobby.

I'm not gonna sit around
and watch him take over again.

Aren't you jumping the gun a little?

Pam. I can run Ewing Oil. I proved it.

I didn't use to want to.
But now. Damn it. I do.

Hey. Wait a minute.

Why are you getting so worked up over
something that'll probably never happen?

Wait until we know something
for sure.

Okay. You're right.

- I think you're dancing on my feet. Dear.
- I'm dancing on your feet?

Well. Maybe it's me.

You know. J.R.. with Dusty
married now and out of my life...

Yeah. I sure hope
that poor boy's cure is permanent.

- And Cliff getting better...
- Wonderful.

Well. That's lifted a great deal
of weight off my mind.

I guess you could call me
a free woman.

You were always inexpensive.
But never free.

Unattached.

There's something attached
to my feet right now.

- J.R.. you are incorrigible.
- I take it back.

You dance like a gazelle. My dear.

You two have been so wonderful.

There she goes again.

It's just a little steak
and potatoes. Ellie.

No. I mean about everything.
Not just tonight.

Setting up the scholarship in Jack's
name. All the patience you've shown me.

I have needed friends
and you've both been there.

We loved Jock. We love you.

Patience wasn't hard to find.

Twice in one week.
I don't believe this.

- Well. Hello. Frank. How you doing?
- How you doing. Punk? Mavis?

You here by yourself?

Yeah. A fellow gets a little bored
with his own company after a while.

We're not bored with it. Have a drink.

- I'd love to if I'm not butting in.
- Come on. You come sit down.

- You don't mind. Do you. Miss Ellie?
- No.

Just go ahead and sit down.
Quit arguing with me.

Waiter. Bring my friend
a bourbon and branch. Will you?

He's been ordering me around
ever since we were kids.

The exact opposite is true.

Oh. These two
can go on like that forever.

If you don't mind
my saying so. Miss Ellie...

I think that speech you made
last night...

was one of the most moving things
I ever heard.

Thank you.

And I think Jock Ewing
was a very lucky man...

to have been married
to a woman like you.

Well. I think I may have been
the luckier one.

But I mean that with respect.

And maybe someday we'll get around
to having that dance we missed.

Now. Here's your drink, Frank.

Thank you.

- It was a wonderful evening. J.R.
- Yeah.

Gotta do it again sometime.

J.R.. you never talked about
the marriage tonight.

Didn't I?

- Not once.
- Well. I thought I did.

No. I told you that Dusty and Cliff
were out of my life.

Oh. Yeah. Yeah. That must've been it.

Are you losing interest in me?

Why would you say a thing like that?

Then maybe you're losing interest
in the marriage because I agreed to it.

Sue Ellen. You're the most
important thing in my life.

Especially with John Ross' voting shares
that seem so important to you.

But now that you're no longer
with Ewing Oil, you don't need them.

Is that what you think?

I'm really trying to understand.

Well. I'm kind of disappointed.
I was counting on your help.

I have this little affair
we're invited to here.

What kind of an affair?

Well. It's a wedding invitation for two.

Some place called Southfork.

I believe you're the bride.

J.R. Oh. I'd be so happy
to go to my wedding with you.

- Morning. Mama.
- Morning.

- Morning.
- Mail in?

In the hallway.
Have you two had breakfast?

- No. Not yet.
- Good. Have it with me.

We'd love to.

- Miss Ellie. I have some news.
- What's that. Sue Ellen?

J.R. and I have set the wedding date.

That's wonderful.

If it's all right with you.
We'd like to keep it simple this time.

A few friends and family.

Whatever you want is fine with me.
Sue Ellen.

- Are you happy?
- Very happy-

- So am I.
- Thank you.

- Oh. J.R.. I'm very pleased.
- About what?

Oh. Yeah. I'm glad. Glad. I really am.

- Hello.
- Hello, Ellie.

- Hello, Harv.
- The hearing is set for tomorrow.

Oh. Good. J.R.. it's Harv Smithfield.
They've set the hearing for tomorrow.

I'll talk to him.

- Harv?
- Yes, 1.8.?

Got a cancellation?

Yes, the judge will hear
the case tomorrow.

Oh. Well. That's wonderful.

What about the eyewitness?

Been able to get him
into the country yet?

Fm working on it.

Do what you have to.
We need him.

He'll be there if I have to swim him
across the Gulf of Mexico.

Okay. Bye.

Hello?

Just a minute. Please.

Ray.

Thanks. Aunt Lil.

Hello? Oh. Miss Ellie.

I thought you should know that we're
having a hearing tomorrow about Jock.

Tomorrow?

I'm not sure
if we can get a plane by then.

Well. That's all right.

There's no need for you to be there.
But if there are no hitches...

Harv'll be opening the will
the day after tomorrow...

and I do think you should be back
for that. I know it's short notice.

No. That's all right, really.
We'll manage.

Are you all right, Miss Ellie?

Yes. Ray. I'm fine. Thanks.

I'll see you when you get back.

Bye.

They're gonna read the will
day after tomorrow.

Miss Ellie wants us
to come back home.

Well. I'll check the flight schedule.

There's an early flight on Thursday.

That sounds like a good one.

Then we could spend another day
with you. Aunt Lil.

I'll be back in a little while.
Okay. Darling?

Wait a minute.

- Ray. Where are you going?
- I just wanna go find Mickey.

- I need to talk to him.
- What for?

I just need to talk to him. Okay?

I just love these family get-togethers.
Don't you. Bobby?

Cliff.

I mean. The Ewings and the Barneses
sitting down. Festively breaking bread.

- How is it working at Stonehurst?
- It's great.

Marilee's got a marvelous company. I'll
put in a good word for you if you want.

That's awfully kind.
But I have a job. Thank you.

I know you do, but of course you won't
have after your daddy's will is read.

But don't worry about it.
I'll help you out.

- What are brother-in-laws for?
- What's all that about?

Cliff thinks J.R. is going to get
his old job back at Ewing Oil.

- Is that true?
- It's possible, I suppose.

Excuse me. But can't anybody think
of anything to talk about besides J.R.?

- I can't.
- Neither can I.

And if J.R. is going to take over
Ewing Oil again...

as far as I'm concerned.
It's all-out war.

Mama. You are vengeful.

Well. If that's all you're gonna
talk about. I'll leave.

- Pam. Wait.
- Bobby. I'd like to go.

- Please. Darling.
- There's no sense in staying.

Of course there is.
Come on. Now. Sit down.

You know. I thought for once we could
all have a nice, quiet dinner together...

and all you can do is talk about J.R.
and revenge. Now. What's the point?

Sit down.
We'll change the subject.

Please.

How soon did you start the search
for Mr. Ewing?

Just as soon as I heard
he was two hours overdue.

Jock was never late.

So I sent up the helicopters
and light planes.

I had them circling
that whole area in there.

I guess right at first. I must've had
about a dozen up there.

The depositions read earlier
support that. Your Honor.

I'm aware of that. Counsel.

I'm just making a point.

Your Honor, I had ground searches
sent off...

from every one of our drilling sites.

Now. How long did they operate?

All in all. I reckon the better part
of two months.

Everything is substantiated in
the statements taken by the consulate.

All right. All right.

Now. Is there anything more
that you want him to tell me?

- No. Your Honor. That'll be all.
- All right. Call the next witness.

Is there a Mr. Lee Evans
in the courtroom?

If so. Please step forward
and take the stand.

The weather was so bad. I didn't see
the chopper until I was on it.

- But there was a collision?
- Yes. Sir.

I tried to bank. But his rotor blade
caught me right in the tail section.

Before I knew it.
I was shaking something awful.

I don't know how I did it.
But I managed to glide some.

I came down in a partial clearing
about five miles from the crash.

Now. Tell me. Did you actually see
Mr. Ewing's helicopter crash?

Yes. Sir. I did. It dropped
like a hunk of metal into the lake.

Thank you. You can step down.
Call the next witness.

The court calls Bobby Ewing
to the stand. Please.

When we found Mr. Evans.
We knew where to look for my father.

We got to the lake.
We combed the area all around it.

When that didn't turn up anything...

we got some boats, and Ray and I
and a team of divers...

started going down.

Bottom of that lake is like quicksand.

It sucks up everything that it touches...

but we kept going back
and we finally found two things.

We found a tail section of a rotor
from a helicopter...

and a medallion.

Your Honor, if I may...

Exhibit 17.

That's the medallion that my daddy
always wore around his neck.

- I'm gonna need an answer. Mickey.
- I... I gotta think about it.

I can appreciate that.
But we're going back to Dallas.

Don't push me, okay?

Well. You wanna tell me
what this is all about?

I asked him to come to Southfork.

I told him I'd talk to the judge
and cover his debts...

and maybe he can work them off
at the ranch.

Ray. Don't you think
that you are taking on...

just a little bit more
than you can handle?

I could keep an eye on him
that way. Donna.

Jock did the same thing for me.

Ray. For heaven's sakes. Jock raised
three sons before he ever even met you.

He did have some experience.

I'll get it on the job.

You'll get it, all right.

Do you really hate the idea that much?

Oh. Look.

We'll work it out.
When's he coming?

Well. If he comes.
He's gonna go home with us.

Do you mean
that he doesn't even wanna come?

He's making up his mind.

Great.

- Well. What do you think?
- I don't know.

Daddy's gone. I certainly don't need
a judge to tell me that.

He's coming back in.

All rise. Please.

Be seated. Please.

The district court is again in session.

I have examined the evidence
set before this court.

And it appears to bear out the fact...

that a helicopter
had indeed crashed...

somewhere in the jungles
of South America...

and its occupant...

was the chairman of the board
of the Ewing Oil Company.

Now. I wish that more tangible evidence
had been presented today.

Unfortunately. It wasn't.

Let me repeat the question
that I first I asked...

at the outset of these proceedings.

Now. The motion before the court...

is to declare
John Ross Ewing. Senior. Dead.

Is any person in this court
in possession of evidence...

to indicate any facts to the contrary?

If so. This is the time
for him to speak up.

All right. Then. I see no reason
to contradict the motion.

The judgment of this court
is that John Ross Ewing Senior...

died in a place unknown...

in the jungles of South America.

I spent $5000 getting that witness
out of that country.

If he's dumb enough to go back.
He can hitchhike as far as I'm concerned.

Lucy. I just talked to your daddy.

He's flying in tomorrow
for the reading of the will.

Gary's coming? There's nothing like a
little inheritance to get a man back home.

Why shouldn't he be here?
He is a Ewing.

Barely. I hope you remembered
to send him bus fare.

He'd have been here more
if it hadn't been for you.

Will you two please stop it?
Dinner's ready.

Come on. Honey. Let's go in.

Hey. Mama. Did Harv indicate
what time he'd be over tomorrow?

I told him we'd phone him
when Gary and Ray arrive.

Oh. Ray is coming too?

Are you worried about the size
of your share, J.R.?

Well. Gary and Ray.

Well. What's a family for
if it can't take care of its losers?

Your family seems very upset
about the will. How come you're not?

Daddy was a fair man. I have a notion
he provided for me very well.

I know about your notions.
They're usually based on research.

What?

I have a notion
that you know something.

How could I possibly know anything?
You're talking about a sealed document.

I know what I'm talking about.
And I also know J.R. Ewing.

Well. I gotta admit.
I did ask Harv Smithfield...

to let me take a peek at it
and he slapped my wrist.

- And after that. What did he tell you?
- Absolutely nothing.

Daddy loved this family very much.
Sue Ellen...

and if you think he would've
slighted his first and eldest...

you never knew Jock Ewing.

I guess Miss Ellie took it all right.
But it couldn't have been easy on her.

Look. Why don't we change
and go see her just as soon as we can?

- Okay. Give me a hand here. Mickey.
- Yeah.

There you go. What do you think?

- About what?
- The house.

I built it myself.

Well. Can't have much of a problem
with the neighbors.

- Ray. Do you have the keys?
- Yeah. Here.

I hope I can sleep
through the party noise.

Well. This is where we live.

Donna and me.

Not me?

No.

Give me that suitcase. Here.

Throw the bag in the truck.
I'll show you where you're gonna stay.

Well. It landed on time.

There he is.

Oh. Here. Let me take that.

- Oh. Gary. It's good to see you.
- I wish it were a happier occasion.

Let me look at you.

Are you all right?
This has gotta be tough on you.

I'm all right.

Bobby. You look more like an oil baron
every time I see you.

Not a chance. Come on.

- Lucy couldn't make it here?
- You'll see her at the house.

You look a little tired.

- I'm fine.
- Sure?

- What the hell is this?
- Call it home.

Hey, how you doing. Ray?

Clarence. Jack. Come on up here.
I want you to meet my cousin Mickey.

How you doing?

Mickey. Clarence. What do you say?

I guess we ought to get over to the barn
and get some work done there.

See you later.

Hey. Mickey.

Come on over here. You're gonna bunk
in bunkhouse number two.

Well. It's not so bad. I guess.
At least I'll be on my own.

You and the other three guys
you bunk with.

Three guys?

Hey. I didn't have to leave Kansas
to go to prison.

We got Leavenworth right there.

You know. You'd be real smart
to mind that attitude. Mickey.

Why? Ls it gonna get me
farther in life?

- Could be.
- Like you?

Man. I thought you pulled
some weight around here...

but you're nothing but a foreman
over a lot of cows.

How many years did it take you
to rise to that position?

I do what I do. Mickey.
Because it's what I choose.

There's plenty of other things
I could do.

Oh. Yeah? Like what?

I'm gonna let you in on a secret.

And I don't want it
getting back to your mother.

My mother?

That's right. People talk in that town.
And I don't want her to be embarrassed.

Amos Krebbs was not my father. Despite
what everybody in Emporia thought.

- Jock Ewing was my father.
- Jock Ewing?

The man that built this ranch.

Ranch. Hell. Ewing Oil.

You're an heir to all that?

I have nothing to do with Ewing Oil.

But you got the money.

I have a trust.
I lead a separate life. Mickey.

Man. I don't believe you.

Well. I'll be damned.

Well. That jacks you up a whole notch
in my book.

Yeah. Well. You just don't let that
go to your head.

You just do your job around here
and we're all gonna get along real fine.

This is a copy of the last will
and testament Jock had me write.

There's one here for each of you.
But as in any formal instrument...

wording is complex.

So I've taken the liberty of preparing
a summary of its contents for you.

If you don't mind.
I'd like to read it aloud.

That'll be fine. Harv. Thank you.

Let's get started.

Very well. Jock wanted his will
divided into three areas:

Southfork, Ewing Oil. Trust funds.

We'll take them one at a time.

Southfork:

Miss Ellie...

full title and deed to Southfork...

as well as all future income
derived from it...

will be placed in your name.

In addition, there's some $50 million in
assorted community-property holdings...

on which both your names
have appeared.

These will now revert entirely to you.

Now. Jock set up two trust funds.

The primary fund makes provisions
for the four Ewing sons.

Each of you...

J.R.. Bobby...

Ray. Gary.

Each of you will receive the sum...

of $10 million.

Lucy. Since you've passed
your 21st birthday...

you are also provided for in this fund.
You will receive five million.

The money is to be used
as the beneficiaries see fit.

There is one exception.

Gary...

your father instructed
that access to your share...

be limited for the first four years
to use of the interest alone.

I guess Daddy was trying
to help you, Gary.

Keep you from squandering your capital
on one of your weaker weekends.

- J.R.
- Sorry. Mama.

To provide for John Ross Ill
and any other grandchildren...

Jock instructed me to set up a fund
out of which each grandchild...

on his 21st birthday.
Will receive an equal portion.

The money will be divisible by the
number of grandchildren at the time.

Now. As to Ewing Oil.

The provisions that Jock worked out
for Ewing Oil in this document...

are now null and void.

They've been superseded
by this codicil which he wrote...

when he was still in South America.

Harv. That's handwritten.
Will it stand up in court?

A holographic document
is sometimes better than a typed one.

And this was witnessed
by Punk Anderson. It's fine.

And since it's in Jack's
own handwriting...

I will read it verbatim.

“L. John Ross Ewing. Sr..
Being of sound mind and body...

do hereby add the following provisions
to my last will and testament.

It's no secret that the company I built...
Some call it an empire.

Is precious to me.

Precious beyond anything in my life
save my dear wife, Ellie. And my sons.

It is. However, that very preciousness...

that makes the choice of my
successors an agonizing one.

Gary and Ray. Although your place
in my heart...

is just as large
and shines just as bright...

as the place set aside
for your brothers...

neither of you has ever shown
any aptitude...

or inclination. For that matter.
For business.

Therefore, my choice of successor...

is narrowed to Bobby and J.R.

Sons. This is addressed to you.

It's been my cherished hope...

that one day the two of you
might run Ewing Oil as a team.

That was my hope.

Ewing Oil can have only one man
at the helm.

And that's got to be the man...

who wants it the most.“

Oh, Jock, no.

“Therefore, upon my death...

I want an independent audit conducted
of all the company's holdings.

I want everything divided on paper...

so that J.R. and Bobby
each have control...

over exactly 50 percent
of the total assets.

Punk Anderson...

a fine oilman
and even finer friend...

has agreed to act
as administrator of my estate.

After one year...

Punk will conduct a second audit.

Whichever son has managed to create...

the greatest gain
for his half share of Ewing Oil...

will win 51 percent of the stock
of the entire company...

and will be able to run it
any way he sees fit.

The loser in this contest...

will get 19 percent...

and the remaining 30 percent...

I want divided equally
between Ray. Gary and Miss Ellie...

to make sure they're never
without a share of the profits...

of the company I created.
Which. Incidentally...

must never be owned by anyone
other than a Ewing.

One final thing.

In the unfortunate event
that before this year is up...

one son predeceases the other...

the remaining son
will automatically inherit his shares...

and he...

will take over the company.

Well. Bobby...

to your good health
and very long life.