Dallas (1978–1991): Season 7, Episode 13 - Past Imperfect - full transcript

- Good morning, J.R.
- Morning.

- Is Bobby in yet?
- He's in his office, J.R.

- Good morning.
- Now, hold it, hold it.

- Bobby, we got some talking to do.
- Oh, no, not again.

What do you mean, not again? We
couldn't talk last night with Fallow there.

He was all over Mama,
kissing her in front of the family.

- All right, J.R. Yes, I saw it.
- Made my blood boil.

Treated her like
she belonged to him.

Well, J.R., it bothered me too.
But it's really none of our business.

Well, if it's not our
business, whose is it?

Mama's.



- Well, that's a hell of an attitude, Bob.
- It's the only attitude we can take.

You've seen how
happy she's been.

She hasn't been like that
since Daddy was alive.

Mama marrying another
man doesn't get to you?

Well, it does.

But it's her life. If she wants to share it
with Clayton, then the decision is hers.

I don't know.

Maybe you're right.

It'll take me a long time to get
used to that idea, I guarantee you.

Oh, listen, I set up a meeting with the
cartel for tomorrow. You wanna be there?

What? What are
you talking about?

You do want them
to help us bid...

- on those offshore tracts, don't you?
- Bobby, you take care of it.

I got better things to do.



Listen, J.R. I know how you feel
about Mama marrying Clayton.

But he has been good to her.

And you and I are gonna have to put
whatever personal feelings we have aside.

I guess you're right, Bob.

I'm just being selfish.

Sly, can I see you a minute?

Yes, sir.

Shut the door, will you?

Well, I didn't get the
chance to talk to you

before, uh, you left
the barbecue yesterday.

How did our friend Mr. Barnes
react to Edgar Randolph?

When he saw you spending time with
him, he wanted to know who he was.

- And what'd you say?
- Exactly what you told me to.

Mr. Randolph's with the government and
had something to do with oil exploration.

I kept it as vague as I could.

Good girl.

He didn't take his eyes off the
two of you the rest of the afternoon.

Well, I'll lay odds that he's got the phone
lines to Washington tied up right now...

trying to find out who
our Mr. Randolph is.

Give me that title again, Tom.

Randolph is the Deputy Assistant
Secretary, Outer Continental Shelf.

Uh, his specialty's the
selling of government

leases to private
industry for oil exploration.

I see.

And you said that he used to be
with a pretty substantial law firm.

So it he's working for the government
now, that means he took a hefty salary cut.

Oh, I'm sure he did. That's not
uncommon herein Washington.

Besides, from what I can find out,
Randolph has money of his own.

- He probably wouldn't have to work at all.
- Thank you, Tom.

Thank you very much.

To tell you the truth I couldn't think
of anybody else in Washington...

whose time was worth wasting.

Aw, no problem. Besides
I wasted a lot of years...

when you were in the
DA's office in Dallas.

Thanks again, Tom. You
get to Dallas, look me up.

- Oh, gotta go.
- Thanks, bye.

Hi. I've got an important
question for you.

Shoot.

Mark and I are going
out to dinner tonight.

- Are you and Afton free to join us?
- Oh, no.

No, that's too bad too.

Afton's gonna drag me off to
hear one of her singer friends...

and I'd really much rather
spend the evening with Mark.

And you.

Tell you what. I'll tell you what, I'll
call her and tell her something came up.

No, I won't let you
do that to Afton.

Uh, Pam, uh, when you
and Bobby were married...

did you ever meet a man
named Edgar Randolph?

Hmm. I don't remember
the name, why?

No, no reason. No. I just saw
him at the barbecue yesterday.

I know he works for the government. I was
wondering what he was doing at Southfork.

I have no idea.

- Teresa, put this in the hall.
- Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

- Am I late?
- Just in time.

- Lunch ought to be ready any minute.
- Good.

I am starved. Mm.

You know. I was thinking
after you left last night...

it's silly, you
staying in a hotel.

We've been spending the past
months in hotels, you must be sick of it.

I sure am. But what
choice do I have?

You could stay here.

We have lots of room.

Ellie, I don't think
that's such a good idea.

I mean, we have the rest
of your family to consider.

Well, it's not as if you'd
be moving into my bedroom.

Besides, you've stayed
at Southfork before.

Well, things are
different between us now.

And your family
knows that very well.

Clayton, Southfork
belongs to me.

If I want to invite someone to stay
here, that's just what I'm going to do.

All I'm saying is, my marrying
you already has them in shock.

I don't think I should push
things by moving into Southfork.

All I'm saying is that they've got to
get used to you living here anyway.

They might as
well start right now.

Well, maybe they shouldn't
have to get used to it.

Maybe we should look for
another property somewhere.

What do you mean
another property?

Some place where you and I
could live together without the family.

Except when we invite
them over, of course.

You're suggesting that I
move away from Southfork?

- That's right, I am.
- Well why would I do that?

Well, for many reasons.

The boys.

The memory of Jock.

I just don't think that I could ever
be comfortable living at Southfork.

Clayton, Southfork is my home.

I could never leave it.

And if you want me...

you'll have to make
it your home too.

John Ross, why are you so worried
about starting school tomorrow?

Can you tell me?
Because it's my first day.

And I didn't know
what's going to happen.

Well, a lot of things are gonna
happen, and they're all gonna be fun.

Remember how scared you were
the first day you went to camp?

- Yeah.
- Ha.

We", remember how much fun
you had once you got there? Hmm?

It's because Peter was there.

Uh, well, he was part of it.

I wish Peter would be at school.

Well, he can't, uh.

He has to go to school
too, and camp's over.

Could Peter come over sometime
and go swimming with me in the pool?

Well, um. He's probably
very busy himself.

We can ask him, couldn't we?

Maybe.

We'll see.

I miss Peter, Mommy.

I know you do, sweetheart.

You'll see him again.

Right now it's time
for you to go to sleep.

You'll see him soon.

Good night, Mommy.

Good night. Sweet dreams.

Leave the light on, Mommy.

Please?

Okay. Good night, sweetheart.

Sue Ellen.

How is he? Still nervous?

He'll be all right. First day
of school is always scary.

- Is he asleep?
- Not yet.

Uh, I'll tuck him in, then I have
to go to the office for a meeting.

J.R., I wanna know something.

What are you planning to do
about your mother's getting married?

What kind of a question is that?

I saw the look on
your face last night.

What could I do? They're
the two people involved.

That's exactly right.

But I know how you feel about
the marriage. And I know you.

I know that you can cause an awful
lot of trouble if you set your mind to it.

Mama made a decision, I respect that.
I don't plan on causing her any trouble.

Your mother has lost an awful
lot in the past couple of years.

She has a chance to be happy once again.
You'd be very wrong to stand in her way.

You didn't hear what I said.

I told you, I won't
interfere in her life.

For her sake, I
hope you're not lying.

This time.

The way I see it, it's
a prime situation...

but it's too expensive for
the Ewings to go it alone.

Offshore oil never
has come cheap.

Well, that's the point.

- Here you are.
- Thank you, honey.

- So, what do you think, Jordan?
- I don't know, Bobby.

What's worrying you,
potential output of the field?

- No, it's not that.
- Then what is it?

It's a lot of eggs to be
putting into one basket.

Andy, we'd all be sharing the
risk equally, 25 percent apiece.

It's still a lot of money.

I have a feeling that's not what's
bothering you. So why don't you talk to me?

Look, I can't speak for Jordan.

But frankly, I'm not too anxious to join
forces with the Ewing brothers again.

Not after all that
happened last year.

And I don't believe
Marilee is either.

That's fair enough.
What about you?

I could make peace
with you and J.R.

You've both apologized
in your own fashion.

Then join us. If Andy and Marilee
don't want to, we can get others.

I got a different problem.

See, you and J.R.
are still pretty young.

I'm not anymore.

I take home a comfortable
two to three million a year now.

But if we were to get into
this offshore deal with you...

I'd have to put up so much capital, I
could jeopardize my whole company.

And it something went wrong...

I don't see anything
going wrong with this.

Bobby, you know
as well as I do...

offshore exploration is the riskiest
kind of drilling in the oil business.

I just can't take that chance.

All right. No sense
beating a dead horse.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Not only would this be a
money-making situation...

it would have been a nice way for us
to start mending fences between us.

Come in.

Oh.

Thanks for coming, Harry.

I might as well get straight to the
point. I know you wanna get home.

Now don't rush yourself,
J.R. My time is yours.

Is your contact at
San Angelo still good?

Oh, uh, Hank Jamison? Yeah, why?

Well, I want some information from
down there. Remember Clayton Farlow...

- used to own the Southern Cross Ranch?
- Sure do.

Well, I want a very discreet
investigation made into his background.

Yes, sir. Clayton Fallow.

Learn everything there
is to know about the man.

I'll get in touch with Hank right
away. I'm sure he'll help us again.

Thank you, thank you.

Oh, say, Harry.

Make it clear to him
that I'm not particularly

interested in the
man's charity work.

Who is it?

It's me, Bobby.

- Good morning.
- Ha-ha, what are you doing here so early?

It's a surprise. I wanna
take you some place.

- I'm not dressed yet.
- I see you're not.

- That's why you have to get dressed.
- I'm barely awake.

You're awake enough to
get Charlie off to school.

Uh, yeah, and it took
all of my energy to do it.

- Aw.
- Now I just wanna wake up real slow...

and get relaxed and... Coffee?

- Yes, thank you.
- That's mine.

You get another cup as
soon as you get ready.

Bobby, this is a dreadful thing to
do to someone early in the morning.

Well, we Ewings aren't real famous for
our kindness, I guess. Come on, go, go.

Look, John Ross, there's
Miss Kelly, your teacher.

How do you know
that's my teacher?

I met her at an orientation
meeting. Isn't she pretty?

- Hi, Mrs. Ewing.
- Hi, Miss Kelly.

And you must be John Ross. Well,
I'm really happy to meet you, John Ross.

Me too.

Well, why don't we go in and
see your new classroom, okay?

Bye-bye, sweetheart. You
have a wonderful day, all right?

- All right. Bye.
- Bye.

- Peter, what are you doing here?
- It's John Ross's first day at school.

You told me which one he
was going to, so I came by.

But someone could see you.

I miss you, I wanna
spend some time with you.

- Uh, Peter, I can't.
- Sure you can. John Ross is in school.

It's a great day
to spend together.

- But I have to pick him up at noon.
- That's perfect, I'm free until then too.

- Don't you have classes?
- Nope, not until after lunch.

Come on, I've got a great place
where we can be alone together.

Follow me in the car.

Uh, no, I really don't
think I should do that.

- Okay, then I'll go with you.
- No, um.

- All right, I'll follow you.
- Good.

Sorry, I'm moving
right away. Sony.

Yeah, any calls?

No, I knew that was coming in. No, that's
not important, not really. What else?

Yeah.

And that's it?

- Okay.
- I've only got a minute.

Okay, I'll call you back.

I checked Randolph. I know
what he does and where he's from.

I just don't know what
J.R.'s doing with him.

I don't know what
he does either.

- Doesn't he come to the office?
- Well, sure, J.R. has meetings with him.

But he hasn't let me in. He always closes
the door and tells me to hold all calls.

- You don't usually take notes?
- Not when Edgar Randolph's there.

Well, that sounds
pretty secretive to me.

If J.R. won't let his own
secretary know what's going on...

that means it must be important.

So if he's not gonna let
us in on his little secret...

we'd better find
out for ourselves.

- Well, I'll try.
- You do that.

I think I better get a move on.

Not too good of an idea for you to be
seen with a man by the name of Barnes.

Peter, you have to realize that
you just can't pop up like that.

Supposing somebody saw us?

You should've shown
me more consideration.

Oh, more consideration.
What about me?

I have missed you, believe it or
not. I haven't talked to you since...

- The barbecue.
- Yes, since the kiss.

And don't tell me that
kiss was one-sided.

Maybe it wasn't,
but it terrified me.

Peter, look. You know
I have feelings for you.

But they're the kind that I shouldn't
have and I don't wanna have.

Well I'm glad you
have those feelings.

This whole thing's so insane.

Don't you know all the
problems it can cause?

Look...

I don't wanna be a problem.

I love you.

Peter, the mere fact that you showed
up here today causes problems.

Don't you realize that
I'm known around here?

How would I ever explain you to
anybody that might see us together? Hmm?

I see your point.

- You do?
- Yes.

Yes, I do.

And I promise you...

that I'll never put you into
a situation like this again.

I promise you, okay?

Fact of the matter is, the oil industry
is in a state of flux at the moment.

When the world market
plunged last year...

it plunged so fast that every oil
man in the country lost his stomach.

Some independents
lost more than that.

They were swallowed up
for pennies on the dollar...

by larger outfits who were
in a better cash position.

- Are you following all this?
- Not really.

- Well let me explain again. You see...
- I wish you wouldn't.

Do you realize the only thing we've talked
about since you picked me up is business?

I thought that's the subject
closest to your heart.

I think I'm going too fast.

I think I'm trying to
learn too much too soon.

Besides, what happened to all that talk
about flying me away to exotic places?

Eating mangoes on
sunswept beaches.

First of all, I said nothing about
eating mangoes. I can't stand mangoes.

Secondly, I thought the only talk
you were interested in was business.

- Don't be silly.
- I'm not being silly, I'm serious.

- Okay.
- Okay, what?

Okay, I get your message.

Maybe I can find a
medium between business...

and, uh, the other things.

Well, that's not
a half bad idea.

- So what do we talk about first?
- Oh, the other things.

Well, I can't tell you
how happy I am to oblige.

Well, what do you think?

Oh, hello, Mr. Ewing.

- Hello.
- How nice to see you again.

Thank you. Do you like it?

- Well, I...
- Oh, excuse me.

Uh, that's a very
important call.

Uh, you just look around,
make yourself at home.

This is it.

- This is what?
- The surprise.

You'd do very well in a place
like this. You've got style and flair.

Oh, I see.

You don't like me being a waitress
where I can make terrific tips.

But it's fine if I'm a
salesgirl in a ladies' shop.

No, Jenny. You got it all wrong.
We're not gonna get you a job here.

We're gonna buy
the place for you.

What?

It'll be yours to operate
any way you want to.

You'll be wonderful
running a boutique.

- I don't believe this.
- What, you don't like it?

No, ha, I don't.

Well, then we'll find another
place. There's a lot of them for sale.

You really don't
understand, do you?

I will not be a kept woman.

A kept woman? What
are you talking about?

What do you think we're
talking about right now?

I won't take handouts
from you or anybody else.

I'm my own person. I
make my own decisions.

- That's the way it's gonna stay.
- Let me explain.

- I'm going home.
- You got it all wrong.

- It's a long walk.
- I'll take a cab.

Well, Bobby eating
out this evening, is he?

No, he called. He'd
just be a little late.

Oh, and how about
your new man, Mama?

I'm kind of surprised Clayton
isn't hovering around tonight.

Please, don't start, J.R.

You two aren't having
any problems, are you?

No, J.R. But if we were,
we'd handle them ourselves.

Are you disappointed, J.R.?

Look who I found outside.

- Hello, Clayton. Just in time for dinner.
- It's almost ready.

- Shall we go in?
- Sure, let's do.

Wait, just a minute.

Before we sit down, I have a little
present I'd like to give to Miss Ellie.

Now if nobody minds,
I'd like to give it to

her here and now,
while we're all together.

A present?

Oh, Clayton.

I, uh...

- I can't accept that.
- Of course you can.

- We're gonna get married.
- Yes, but we, uh...

We have things to
talk about, to work out.

Ellie...

there's no problem in the
world that can't be solved...

by two people who
really love each other.

And that's what we
have here. Two people...

who really love each other.

Oh, Clayton.

Come on.

Let's eat.

- Yeah, hello.
- Harry? J-R-Ewing here.

You got anything on
Clayton Fallow yet?

No, sir. I'm waiting on
Hank to call me back.

Did it ever occur
to you to call him?

Things are happening pretty
fast around here. I can't wait.

I know he's working on it.

Well, when are we
gonna have something?

I don't know.

An investigation like
this takes a little time.

Harry, I don't want excuses, I
want information, you understand?

All right, J.R.

- I'll bring over whatever Hank's get.
- You do that.

Afton, this is a wonderful dinner.
Why don't you cook more often?

Cliff doesn't like my cooking.

He thinks food has to come out
of Chinese canons to be any good.

Told you your brother
wasn't all there.

Mark, what do you know
about offshore drilling?

- A little.
- Well, the reason I ask is...

I heard the government
is gonna open up...

- some offshore tracts.
- Really?

They're gonna start taking
bids on leases pretty soon.

Is that something
Barnes-Wentworth should be into?

I was thinking we might.

Offshore tracts. You have any idea
what kind of money you're talking about?

Yeah, I know. I
know it's expensive.

It's enormously expensive. More than
our companies should prudently invest.

Isn't that why we became partners? So
we could handle bigger things together?

- That's right.
- When you talk offshore tracts...

you're talking a whole
different ballgame.

I thought we could all ante a portion
and get into something really phenomenal.

Sweetheart, aren't
you even gonna taste it?

Afton, come on. Don't
change the subject.

Mark, what do you think?

We just got into business together.
We're getting to know one another.

The investment
you're talking about...

is too much of a commitment
to make at this point.

Yes, but...

I was only suggesting that you
not close your mind to the subject.

Oh, I'll leave it open a crack.

See, that's all I
wanted to know.

Oh, this is good.

Afton, it's terrific.

Signor Sidoni,
Katherine Wentworth.

Hello. signurina. How are you?

I'm fine, thank you. And thank you again
for finding me that birth certificate.

As I told you, I had great
respect for your father.

And I'm happy to be able to
help his beautiful daughter.

Um, Signor Sidoni,
there is one other thing.

I'm trying to locate a man. An Italian
citizen by the name of Renaldo Marchetta.

Now, the information I have
on him is about 13 years old.

I know he was married to an
American at about that time.

Her name was Jenna Wade
and she was from Texas.

And the wedding took
place here, in Home?

Yes, I think so.

Renaldo Marchetta. It is
not much to begin with...

but let me see
what I can find out.

Oh, I'd really appreciate it.

I can't tell you what it would
mean to me to find that man.

- We will do our best, signorina.
- Thank you.

- Good bye.
- Goodbye.

You're gonna have a good day.

- Bye.
- Bye, sweetheart.

- He's gonna be just fine.
- I'm sure.

- Thank you. Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Excuse me.

Hi.

I told you we
can't meet like this.

Don't worry, I was very discreet
about putting the note on the car.

You promised me that you'd never put me in
a situation like this again. Here we are.

I just wanted to let you know
that I took care of everything.

I got us an apartment.

- You what?
- I rented us an apartment.

You've gotta be
out of your mind.

What? I thought you'd
be thrilled to death about it.

- Peter, you absolutely amaze me.
- Hey, I'm sorry.

I thought it would be
somewhere nice for us to meet.

We can't go to my dorm. You're
afraid somebody's gonna see us.

So you found us a place where we
can shack up from 9:30 until noon?

I didn't mean it that way.

Peter...

when I said we
couldn't meet outside...

I meant we couldn't meet at all.

I don't want this relationship.

As attracted as I may be
to you, I can't see you again.

Well, you're gonna
have to see me again.

Sue Ellen... I love you.

How am I gonna get
through to you, Peter?

I can't have someone
like you in my life.

I want you out of it.

Is that clear?

And don't you follow
me, and don't you pop up.

Just stay away.

New York was just fine.
How about you and Jenna?

Oh, we're getting along great.

I like the fact that Christopher's
got Charlie to play with...

- Hello, Bobby, Ray.
- Clayton, how are you?

- Mr. Fallow, nice to see you, sir.
- Gentlemen, your table is ready.

Thank you.

Doesn't look like
J.R. is gonna show up.

I'm not surprised. The
two of us never hit if 0”.

Would you care to
order your drinks?

Uh, scotch on the rocks.

- Cassie, we need drinks here.
- Of course.

Well I do appreciate
you two, uh. Showing up.

- Your drinks will be a moment.
- Thank you.

Clayton, what's on your mind?

Well, ah, I'll get
right to the point.

I'd like to know you feel
about my marrying your mother.

I have an idea, but I'd
like to hear it from you.

Uh, it there's any
problem, I think we ought

to get it out in the
open, talk about it.

I love your mother. I
believe you know that.

And I believe that
she'd be happy with me.

So, uh, why don't we all
put our cards on the table...

and then we'll all know
exactly where we stand.

Well, Clayton, to be
real honest with you...

it's hard for me to think of Mama
with anybody other than Daddy.

- Nobody will ever take Jock's place.
- I respect that.

And frankly, I don't want to.

What I wanna do...

is make my own
place in her life.

But on the other hand,
Mama has a right to be happy.

And you do care for
her, we've all seen that.

You've taken wonderful care
of her the last few months.

Are you trying to say that
you won't fight the marriage?

I'm trying to tell you that it's hard for
me to see another man in Mama's life.

But if it has to be...

then I'm glad it's gonna be you.

Thank you, Bobby.

Ray, what about you?

I appreciate your asking me, but I
don't see how I have very much to say.

Of course you do. Why not?

Jock was my daddy, but
Miss Ellie was not my mother.

Ray, whatever you think...

I know for a fact, Miss
Ellie considers you her son.

And your feelings are just as
important to me as Bobby's and J.R.'s.

Appreciate your saying that.

- All right.
- Yes, your party's here, sir.

Thank you.

Well, speaking of J.R.

- Clayton, Ray, Bob.
- Hi, J.R.

- Well, I'm, uh, sorry I'm late.
- No matter, glad you came.

I wasn't going to. I
changed my mind.

I'm glad you did.

In fact I changed my mind
about a couple of things.

Clayton, I want you to know...

I don't have anything
against you personally.

I love my mother, I
love her very much.

And it's been my concern for her
well-being that's pitted me against you.

You think that, uh, I don't
care about her well-being?

It's taken me a long time,
but now I know you do.

- I want my Mama to be happy.
- No more than I do.

Well, if you can make her happy. I
won't stand in the way of marriage.

- Something for you, Mr. Ewing?
- Yes.

I'd like the finest bottle of
champagne you have in the house.

- I think we have something to celebrate.
- Well, what do you know?

Who is it?

Um, me.

I was in the neighborhood.

Oh, come on, now. I didn't
come to fight. I came to apologize.

- I'll bet.
- No, crisscross my heart, I hope to die.

You know, Bobby, I really don't think
you understand why I was upset with you.

Oh, no. I understand.

- I just don't agree.
- Oh, you don't.

No, I don't. But I have
come to a decision.

If you wanna wait on tables...

for a bunch of beer-guzzling,
rowdy, dirty cowboys...

all night, every night,
then that's your decision.

- Is that right?
- That's right.

If you wanna forget
your upbringing...

ignore the fact that you're
a beautiful, talented...

lovely lady with
a lot of class...

then I won't say
another word, I promise.

- Good.
- Yeah.

- So how about dinner?
- Dinner?

Yeah, I thought we'd
go out for something.

I don't think so,
Bobby. Goodbye.

What is it?

If tonight's out of the question,
are you busy tomorrow night?

Call me in the
morning, we'll discuss it.

Sorry I'm so late, J.R.

What happened to you? I thought I
was gonna have to camp out here all night.

My friend's having a hell of a
time trying to get people to talk.

- Let me see what you got.
- Now, it's not much. Here's your copy.

But it seems he lived all his life in
San Angelo, and at Southern Cross.

- He just sold it about six months ago.
- Yeah, I know that.

Did you know that that
was his second house?

The first one was destroyed
in a fire about 20 years ago.

Mm-hm, mm-hm. Sue
Ellen told me all about it.

I guess you know about his
wife, Amy. She died in the fire.

Everyone was away at the time.

Mr. Farlow, his son Dusty.
And his sister wasn't there either.

- Who's sister?
- Clayton's.

- I didn't know he had a sister.
- He sure does. He! name's Jessica.

- And she lived with him?
- She grew up with him in San Angelo.

That's all I know.

Nobody seemed to
know too much about her.

Or, uh, wouldn't say.

Well that's strange, I
never heard about her.

I wonder if he! ever
mentioned her to Sue Ellen.

- Well, we just have to keep on digging.
- You do that, Harry.

I want you to find me
Fallow's weak spot.

I'm gonna get that man out of
my life once and for all. Now go on.

I'm sorry, I just don't see what's
so wrong with me wanting Jenna...

- to quit her barhop job.
- Neither can I.

What is it that you
want her to do?

I'm not against her working,
I'm not against anybody working.

I just like her to do something
with a little more style and class.

All Bob is saying is he doesn't
want her working at some beer joint.

I can't say I blame him. I
wouldn't want you there either.

I see. In other words, you want her working
at something that you would approve of.

Something that's a little closer
to the kind of person she is.

That's why I thought it was a
good idea to buy the boutique.

Bobby... you do
not understand at all.

You want her to work at
something with class and style.

You tell her her job
isn't good enough.

I mean, do you heal yourself?

I mean, it's like after all these
years that Jenna has worked...

to support herself
and Charlie...

doing the best she knew how,
it's not good enough in your eyes.

- That's not what I meant at all.
- Okay.

I know that that
isn't what you meant.

I want you to see
where she's coming from.

You can't buy something
like that for somebody.

The truth is, honey. It sounds
like you're trying to buy her.

She needs to do
something on her own.

Donna, this would be on her own.

I wasn't gonna buy it.
I was gonna finance it.

She was gonna pay me back.
It was a strict business deal.

Month after month after month. I
had lawyers drawing up the papers.

- Well, did you tell her?
- She never gave me a chance.

She just left in a huff.

Well, you insulted her.
You hurt her feelings.

Well, I tell you, I don't
know what to do now.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

She may be right. Come
on, eat your breakfast.

What do you think, Christopher?

Well, is there anyone
else there that might know?

Okay. Thank you anyway.

- Morning, Lucy.
- Hi.

Aren't you going out today?

No, I'm just gonna
stay around here.

Have you heard from Peter?

What?

Have you heard from
Peter, John Ross' counselor.

Uh, no. No, why should I?

It's really weird. I've
been trying to call

him, to see if he wanted
to come over and swim.

Or just spend the day with
me, but they said he's gone.

Uh, gone from where? School?

I called the dorm and
they said he's gone.

Well, uh, maybe he just
went away for the weekend.

No, they said he took all of his
things and moved out the other night.

Well, he probably, uh. Just
moved off campus, that's all.

Sue Ellen, he didn't just leave
the dormitory, he left school.

He did?

Yeah, he hasn't been to
his classes for a few days.

Anyway, I just wanted to
know if you knew anything.

No, no.

How would I?

Thank you for coming over.

Thank you for accepting
my dinner invitation.

There's something I'd
like to talk about first.

All right. What?

I've been thinking
about this boutique idea.

Uh, this shop you
want me to have.

I've been thinking about it, and I
think we should just drop the idea.

I don't. It's a good idea.

Just because it came from you
doesn't mean I should discard it.

I guess there's some
logic in there somewhere.

Oh, Bobby, would you just
hear me out, and have a seat?

Oh, uh, sure.

As much as I hate to
admit it, you're right.

I have been brought up with a certain kind
of style or whatever you wanna call it.

And I would be happier
in a boutique than a bar.

But, um...

I still can't take
this from you.

- Jenna, it you would just let me explain.
- Would you just let me finish.

All right.

Now.

So...

I'll agree to, um,
accept the boutique.

Under one condition.

That you act merely as a banker.

- You, uh, want me to finance you.
- Yes.

Well, why didn't
I think of that?

If you finance me, I'll
pay you back every month.

Hmm.

- So you just want me to give you a loan.
- That's right.

And I want you to draw up papers stating
that I'm obliged to pay every single penny.

Ah, or I'd foreclose on you.

Oh, Bobby, I'm serious. It's the
only way I can have you help me.

Well, you drive a hard bargain.

- Do you agree?
- Oh, absolutely.

I think we can probably have
those papers drawn up like that.

You wanna shake on it,
in the meantime? Partner?

There.

Well, now that the business
part of this meeting is over...

come here.

If you do business like
this all the time, partner...

I am gonna make sure that you
don't do it with anybody else but me.

I don't think you have
anything to worry about.

With everybody else,
I'm tough as steel.

Yeah, I've seen
that side of you.

I've only got two more
things to finish, we can go.

Oh, no. No, no, no.
Business hours are over.

Two more.

Number one, we go out the door.
Number two, we go into the restaurant.

Hmm.

Pam? Pam.

Oh, Mark, I'm glad you're here.

You know those offshore drilling
tracts I was telling you about?

- Is he always so sensitive?
- Ha.

You know who's gonna
be bidding on them?

Ewing Oil.

Maybe if we just slip
out, he won't even notice.

I doubt it, but let's try.

Yeah, Bobby.

Yeah, you know, uh, Bobby.
He had a meeting with the cartel.

How would you know about that?

Well, I know. Trust me.
Uh, where you going?

To dinner. I thought we weren't
in competition with the Ewings.

We're not.

The point is, that if J.R. wants
something, why, it's bound to be good.

Well, I thought I was
talking to somebody.

All right, Sly. I'll check these out.
You can work on them tomorrow.

- Good night.
- Thank you, J.R.

- Where's J.R.? Is he still here?
- Uh, I don't know.

- Mr. Fallow, you can't go in there.
- The hell I can't.

- What's going on out here?
- I'm gonna see you.

What the hell do you mean
poking around in my life?

- What are you talking about?
- Sending people to investigate me.

- I didn't send anybody anywhere.
- You are a liar.

I got a call from the
sheriff that somebody's

been snooping
around in my affairs.

- The only person that could be is you.
- Please. Let me explain.

I was a fool to follow that
line of yours yesterday.

You're just as devious
as you ever were.

Just give me a chance to
explain, would you please?

You'd have done the same
under the circumstances.

I told you at lunch,
I love my Mama.

And I'd do anything in the
world to see that she's sate.

You don't think that she'd
be safe with me, huh?

Clayton, you been around
the family a long time.

But we really don't know
that much about you.

The reason I was having you
checked out was to make sure...

that Mama didn't have any surprises
after she married you. That's all.

When are you gonna get it through
that thick skull that I love your mother?

And all I want is a
chance to make her happy.

And I'm gonna have that
chance. Whether you like it or not.

J.R., are you all right?

I'm fine.

That's a very angry man.

He sure is.

And a man who gets that angry
over a little snooping around...

must have something
interesting to hide. Ha.

Wonder what that is.