Dallas (1978–1991): Season 9, Episode 15 - The Missing Link - full transcript

CLIFF [ON PHONE]: Hello.

I have information about Ewing
Oil you might be interested in.

Either you learn to trust me...

or this is going to be a very
long and very painful partnership.

Clayton's selling off
his smaller companies.

Why?

To save Farlow Refinery
from serious financial trouble.

You did great. He can kiss
that Marinos deal goodbye.

Your brother's out to bury me.
Thanks to you, he'll get his chance.

If this is what you mean by a painful
partnership, you better brace yourself.

Watch out!



[J.R. CHUCKLING]

Am I tickling you?

No, darling, no. It's just...

[J.R. SIGHS]

Barnes is gonna be mighty
surprised when he finds out...

that the equipment I need to
consummate that Marinos deal...

I bought from Wentworth Tool and Die
without him knowing anything about it.

[LAUGHS]

- Well, how can that be?
- Oh, simple.

Since he won't sell to me...

there's nothing to stop me from getting
somebody else to buy that equipment...

and then I, in turn,
buy it from them.

Everybody wins.

Barnes sells the product,
my friend gets a markup...



I get my equipment.

That's what I call greasing
the wheels of industry.

But let's not talk anymore about
consummating business deals.

I got something
better to consummate.

[J.R. CHUCKLING]

J.R.: Mm. Mmm.

RAY: Have you seen my robe?

DONNA: Well, it's gotta
be around here somewhere.

That's what I was afraid of.

Look out.

Oh, look at this closet.
It's bigger than a corral.

I'll let you have that one
and I'll take this little one.

DONNA: Deal. I'll take it.

RAY: What I wanna know...

is how you're supposed to get a
whole houseful of stuff in one room.

Good question.

Hurry up and put all this junk
away. I got a lot to do in the morning.

Think you'll go out to
Woodgrove tomorrow?

Uh, I don't know.

It'd be good for you.

Well, I don't know what's
good for me anymore.

Hey, I am good for you.

Yes, you are.

As a matter of fact, you are the
best thing that ever happened to me.

[RAY LAUGHS]

- Wanna talk about it?
- Nothing to talk about.

Can't imagine what
use I'd be at Woodgrove.

- I don't know about kids.
- What does anybody know about kids?

You'll learn. Besides, McHenry
wouldn't just send you out there to fail.

That's not what's
bothering you, is it?

I just don't know if I'm ready for
it. I don't know if I can handle it.

You'll never know until you try.

- If I try.
- Right.

Okay, I'll think about it.

- That's good enough for me.
- Good.

- Sure you haven't seen my robe?
- No, I haven't seen your robe.

Have you seen my nightgown?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

I, um... I hid it.

You hid it?

Yeah. Yeah, I hid it.

Well, it seemed like a
pretty good idea at the time.

Oh, did it?

Yeah, boy.

- It was a great idea.
- Yeah.

Eddie, have you seen Mr. Farlow?

No, ma'am, can't say that I have. I
just got here a little while ago myself.

CLAYTON: Morning.

ELLIE: Hi.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

You got up so early I
didn't hear you leave.

You were sleeping so hard I just
didn't have the heart to waken you.

Well, you should have. I would've
loved to have gone with you.

- Clayton.
- Hm?

- Is everything all right?
- Everything's fine.

Outside of the fact Lucky has
picked up a stone or something.

Didn't you, boy?

I mean with you, Clayton.

You've been acting
a little strange lately.

Why?

Just because I took advantage
of a sunny Texas day?

- That's silly.
- Something's bothering you. I can tell.

There is nothing bothering me.

If there was something,
I would tell you.

- Promise?
- Scout's honor.

Eddie, cool him out and
check his left front hoof.

- I think he's picked up something.
- Sure thing, Mr. Farlow.

Okay, Ellie. Something
is bothering me.

You see before you a man that
has worked up a mean appetite.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

- Clayton.
- Come on.

Why aren't you going to
go out with Jack anymore?

I'm afraid that is
none of your business.

But if you care to see
him, you're welcome to.

- He's perfect for you.
- I'll decide who's perfect for me.

- But, Mom...
- That's it.

I don't wanna hear any more
about Jack and me. Do you hear me?

Loud and clear.

Oh, thank God. Company at last.

- Good morning, you two.
CHARLIE: Good morning.

What would you like for
breakfast, Miss Jenna?

Eggs for both of us would
be fine, Teresa. Thank you.

You're up early this morning.

That's one of the drawbacks
of being married to a cowboy.

- Want some toast?
- No, thanks.

Are you going into town this
afternoon? I thought maybe some lunch.

Well, I'm not sure.

- Why don't I give you a call later?
- Sounds good.

Say, how would you like to go to the
Cowboys-Redskins game on Sunday?

Oh, boy. Would I ever.

Consider it a deal, son.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Yeah?
- J.R., it's Angelica.

J.R.: What are you doing
up so early in the morning?

When it comes to
business, I'm always up early.

That's the way I manage
to stay on top of things.

Well, I like a woman
who's on top of things.

Which is why I'm calling
you. Have you found Jack yet?

Angelica, why don't you worry your
pretty little head about other things?

I'll worry about Jack.

Because we're due in Caracas in
three days, or have you forgotten?

No, I haven't
forgotten. He'll be there.

He had better be. Goodbye, J.R.

Well, where are you going
this morning all gussied up?

Graison Research.

Graison Research?

I've taken a job.

Oh. You're working for a
living. Well, that's a change.

A lot of things about
me have changed.

It's just hard to imagine you
making money instead of spending it.

Uh, Jenna, you haven't by any
chance heard from Jack, have you?

No, I haven't.

Well, darling, you don't have to bite
my head off. I was just asking a question.

I'm sorry. If I hear from
him, I'll let you know.

Fine, fine. That's all I want.

- Fat chance.
- That is enough.

Well, I don't wanna be
late for my first day at work.

- John Ross, I'll take you to school.
- Neato.

- Will you drop me off
too? SUE ELLEN: Sure.

- Don't forget about the game on Sunday.
- I won't.

- And you can bring a little friend too.
- Okay.

Okay.

I'm sorry, I...

I guess I'm not very
hungry. Please excuse me.

J.R.: Hm.

Well, I guess you're it.

PHYLLIS: Matt, what
are you doing back?

Shh.

PHYLLIS: Wait a minute.

Hi. I'm Matt Cantrell.
Where's Bobby?

I tried to stop him, Pam.

Oh, so you're Pam. Well,
where the hell's Bobby?

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

I have some information about
Ewing Oil you might be interested in.

Mandy. What have you got?

I don't wanna discuss
it over the phone.

All right, I'll meet
you for lunch.

No. I don't think we
should be seen together.

You name the place then.

I'll meet you at Lee
Park, 2:30, by the bridge.

I'll be there with bells on.

MATT: I can't believe
that Bobby's dead.

I mean, he was my best
friend ever since we were kids.

Could you tell me...?

The last time I saw Bobby about a
year ago, he mentioned that you...

PAMELA: We divorced.

Ah.

I'm sorry, this can't
be easy for you.

No, it's all right.

You know...

Back when I was just
scraping to get by...

when everybody thought I was
a loser, Bobby believed in me.

Now he's gone.

I'll never get a
chance to thank him.

Oh, I think he knew how
much you appreciated it.

Ah.

Did he ever mention
anything to you...

about an emerald
mine in South America?

Well, I received your
package and I read your letter.

Bobby saw to it that
Ewing Oil subsidized me...

backed me all the way
when nobody else would.

But I had a feeling.

I knew deep down in my bones
we were gonna strike it big.

That's what I came to tell him.

I found the emeralds.

After all this time, I
finally found them.

I couldn't wait to see
the look on his face.

I'm sure he would've been thrilled. I
couldn't believe the size of that stone.

Oh. Well, that's
just the beginning.

Or the end.

Uh, I wouldn't ask you to get
involved in anything like that.

Well, I know that, but,
uh, let me think about it.

Say, Pam, I really need those
marketing reports I was talking about.

Well, well. Look what
the cat dragged in.

Well, what happened,
Cantrell? Run out of money?

I guess you heard.
Your soft touch is gone.

I didn't know about
Bobby, J.R. I'm sorry.

What are you doing?
Hit up the grieving widow?

J.R., I showed you that emerald.

Yeah, I saw it. It'd
make a nice paperweight.

If Jack calls, I wanna
know exactly where he is.

[SCOFFS]

Well, J.R.'s just as
charming as ever.

Hm.

Sorry, I guess I shouldn't
have come barging in like this.

No, I'm glad you did.

I'm gonna give some thought
to what we were talking about.

Okay.

Can you tell me how Miss
Ellie's doing, by the way?

Well, under the circumstances,
she's doing really well.

You know, I wanted to go out
and see her, pay my respects...

but it's been so
long, I don't know.

I think she'd be
glad to see you.

In that case, I'm on
my way to Southfork.

You know...

why don't I give
you a call tomorrow?

All right. Tomorrow.

Ohh.

I'm sorry to bother you, Punk, but I
just didn't know who else to turn to.

Oh, Ellie. You know hearing
from you is never any bother.

It's just that, uh, I'm
worried about Clayton.

He just hasn't been
acting like himself lately.

What's wrong?

Well, I have the feeling that
he's in some kind of trouble...

and he doesn't want to tell me.

- What kind of trouble?
- I don't know. That's just it.

All I know is that he's been working a
lot on some kind of a deal in Houston.

And ever since he started that,
he's been totally preoccupied.

He doesn't eat well,
he doesn't sleep well...

he's a million miles away.

You've asked him
about it, I'm sure?

Yes. And every time I do,
he says everything's all right.

I'm really worried about him.

Let me snoop around a little
bit and see what I can find out.

Oh, yes, but, Punk,
discreetly, please.

I'd hate to have him
think I don't believe him.

You don't, do you?

- No, I don't.
- Let me handle it.

- Thanks, Punk. I appreciate it.
- Don't mention it.

Try not to worry yourself
too much about it, you hear?

I won't.

Bye.

I was gonna take a walk.

- Care to join me?
- Yes, that might be nice.

Matt?

Matt Cantrell, is that you?

Yes, Miss Ellie, it is.

- Jenna.
- Matt.

ELLIE: It's been so long.
- Too long.

- It's good to see you
again. JENNA: Thanks.

Well, what brings
you to Southfork?

I just found out about Bobby.

Pam told me.

I'm sorry I couldn't
have been here.

We tried to contact you, but
we didn't know where you were.

I was probably off in the
wilds of Colombia somewhere.

Bobby meant the world
to me. You know that.

I know, Matt.

Well, how would you like to tell us
what you've been doing all these years?

Well, weren't you on
your way out somewhere?

- Well, we were just going for a walk.
- You know how I love to tell a story.

Especially to two
beautiful women.

[ELLIE CHUCKLES]

- It's wonderful to see you.
- It's good to be back.

McHENRY: We're gonna
play some Simon Says.

You all remember
how to play that?

KIDS: Yeah. McHENRY: What?

KIDS: Yeah. McHENRY: All right.

One question. Edith,
your name still Edith?

Are you sure it's
Edith? You really sure?

All right. Are we gonna
have some fun here?

KIDS: Yeah. McHENRY: I
couldn't hear what you said.

KIDS: Yeah!
McHENRY: You said fun.

All right, let's play some Simon
Says, see how you guys do, all right?

Simon says, do this:

Simon says, do this:

Simon says, stand up.

Simon says, hands in front.

Simon says, hands on knees.

Simon says, hands on head.

Hands on nose. Edith.

Paul. We'll give you
a second chance.

Stay right there. We'll
play some more, okay?

Simon says, clap your hands.

[KIDS CLAPPING]

Simon says, stop. All right,
gang, that's enough for now.

Let's just take a
break, all right?

Simon says, let's take a break.

Come on. Come on, Paul, let
me give you a little hand here, guy.

Okay. Okay, David, good job.

Whoa, Christopher. There
you go, watch that step.

I'll see you in a bit.

Mrs. Krebbs. I mean, Donna.

- Glad to see you again.
- Thank you.

So have you decided to
take me up on my offer?

Well, not exactly.

I just wanted to come down
here and take another look.

If you'd like, I'll
introduce you.

Uh, no, no, not yet.

The truth is, I really
don't know why I'm here.

Can we take a little walk?

Sure.

It seems pretty clear to me that
you're here because you love kids.

That hardly qualifies
me for anything.

It's the essential
ingredient in our work.

Because even though each one of
these kids' handicaps may be different...

their overriding
need is the same.

Love and more love.

Well, I'm not sure I
have enough love to give.

Funny thing about love.

The more you give,
the more you have.

Hello, Amelia,
Anna. How are you?

- Fine.
- I'm fine.

Good.

Say hello.

Hi.

See, you just had
your first lesson.

[LAUGHS]

- Look what just came
for you. SUE ELLEN: Oh!

They're beautiful.

"Congratulations
on your new job."

- They're from Pam.
GRAISON: What a gal.

- Are you meeting everybody?
- Mm-hm.

Quite a few. And
they're very nice.

- Dr. Kenderson is coming in in a minute.
- Jerry. Oh, good.

He can be kind of gruff at
times, but he's a hell of a doctor.

And he's doing a great job here.

How'd I let you
talk me into this job?

Mrs. Ewing.

SUE ELLEN: Oh.
Sue Ellen, please.

Dr. Kenderson.

Jerry. Welcome.

Thank you. I'm very
happy to be here.

- You're gonna be happy to have her.
- I already am.

Mark's explained that I am
not good at raising money...

but I'm a whiz at spending it.

Sounds familiar. I'll do
what I can to keep it rolling in.

Well, do that.

Just don't throw a lot of black-tie
parties. I hate black-tie parties.

People seem more generous
when they're dressed up, though.

KENDERSON: Do they?
- Mm. They feel richer.

- Is that a fact? SUE
ELLEN: It's a hunch.

- Based on what?
- Years of dressing up.

You did good.

I'll see you around.

- He doesn't seem so gruff.
- Mm.

What are you
gonna do with those?

I think I need a bigger office.

Oh, that'd be fine.

Then I can expect
delivery by next week, huh?

All right, good.

J.R., I was checking
some purchase orders...

and I noticed that you had
ordered from Finiman Industries.

Yeah, that's right.
What about it?

Well, the equipment you
ordered, the Seahorse...

is made by Wentworth
Tool and Die.

Uh-huh. It's for
the Marinos project.

Well, why buy it from
Finiman Industries?

Who is Dick Finiman?

Friend of mine.

Seems to me by buying from him,
you're adding a middle man to the deal.

And you're putting us on
the line for a double markup.

Pam, did it ever occur to you that
your brother would never sell anything...

directly to Ewing
Oil if he could help it?

Did it ever occur to you...

that I'm part-owner of
Wentworth Tool and Die?

J.R.: Mm-hm.
- And that I could've helped you.

Or hurt me.

What do you mean by that?

If Cliff knew about this deal,
he could cut me off at the knees.

I just couldn't
take that chance.

- You mean you didn't trust me.
- That about sums it up.

No, not quite. This sums it up.

Either you learn to trust me...

or this is going to be a very
long and very painful partnership.

Mandy?

Now, what's so important that you
couldn't tell me on the telephone?

You're supplying J.R.
with the parts he needs...

for the Marinos
project in Venezuela.

Ha-ha-ha. No, I'm
not. That's ridiculous.

I wouldn't even give
that man a decent burial.

Well, you are and
you don't even know it.

- What parts?
- I don't know.

Wentworth Tool and Die was
selling the parts to someone else...

and passing them
on to Ewing Oil.

- Who are they selling them to?
- I don't know.

- Is that all you found out?
- I told you everything I know.

- That's what I thought you wanted.
- No, no. I'm sorry.

You did great.

Now, all I need to do
is find out what parts...

and who he's getting them from.

And when I do, he can kiss
that Marinos deal goodbye. Ha.

Thank you.

JACKIE: Cliff, Ron and Stefan are
here from Wentworth Tool and Die.

CLIFF: Send them in.
- Come in.

- Can I get you something to drink?
- Oh, nothing. Thank you.

You wanted to see us, Cliff?

The deep-sea drilling
equipment we supply.

I wanna see every order
we've received the last 30 days.

What are you looking for?
Order from a specific customer?

Yeah, but I won't
know who until I see it.

Is there a problem?

Nothing to worry about. I
just need to see the paperwork.

Yes, sir. Right away.

- Keep a lid on this, please.
- You got it.

J.R. makes me so mad
sometimes, I could scream.

Well, go ahead. Time's
up. No more talk about J.R.

Or anything at all to do with Ewing Oil.
The five-minute rule is in effect, okay?

Can I request a waiver?

I'm thinking about continuing the
investment in Matt's emerald mine.

What?

PAMELA: Come on, think about it.

Doesn't it sound exciting?

- You want emeralds, I'll buy you emeralds.
- It's not the same thing.

Whew. That was a close call.

Ha-ha-ha! I let you
off too easily, didn't I?

Mm-hm.

I think it could be a
good investment, Mark.

That's all it's gonna
be? An investment?

Not gonna run off to the Colombian jungle
with a pickaxe and a helmet, are you?

Ha-ha-ha! No, I'm just
gonna give Matt a check.

Any traveling I do is
gonna be with you...

and it's not gonna have
anything to do with business.

The Orient Express.
You ever sleep on a train?

Sleep?

You are gonna love it.

Ready to call it a night?

No, I got to finish this.

Well, what is this?

This... It's, uh, some
sort of billing snafu.

That feels good.

There's more where
that came from.

We have to go to the
container plant tomorrow...

and check out the
trouble with the loading.

We might have to put that off.

I don't know if I'm gonna be able to make
it because I've gotta clear up this mess.

- Maybe I can help you with that.
- No, you can't, really.

It's just something
I have to handle.

Okay. Well, then I'll
handle the other thing.

There's no sense in
both of us going anyway.

- I can go myself.
- You don't have to.

I'll go with you. I just
can't go tomorrow.

I know I don't have
to, Cliff. I want to.

It's time that I prove that I can take
more of the workload off your shoulders.

You're doing just fine.

But I wanna do better.

I want you to be proud of me.

- Proud that I'm your partner.
- I am proud of you.

Partner.

Come in.

Here's Bobby's file on Matt
Cantrell and the mine venture.

With a canceled check Bobby signed
and a cover letter he wrote to Matt.

Thank you.

[CHUCKLES]

Bobby said he considered
Matt a modern-day Peter Pan.

The adventurer who
refused to grow up.

What is it, Pam?

Oh, uh...

Bobby said that he wished he'd had
the courage to do what Matt was doing.

Matt was living out a part of his life
for him because he had to be here.

Bobby was stuck here, so he
put all of his dreams with Matt.

And Matt dreamed
of finding emeralds.

And he did.

Thanks for getting
back to me so fast, Punk.

Ellie, you know I'll always
do whatever I can for you.

And I can understand
your concern about Clayton.

You found out
something, haven't you?

Yes.

How bad is it?

I made a few calls to
Houston, nosed around a little.

It's not common knowledge, but Clayton
is selling off his smaller companies.

Why?

To save Farlow Refinery
from serious financial trouble.

Clayton's in financial trouble?

It's become cheaper to
refine crude overseas...

so the suppliers are
importing it already refined.

Well, why didn't he
come to me and tell me?

He couldn't do that, Ellie.
Not a man like Clayton.

Why not?

Well, I can guess a half a dozen
different reasons, starting with pride.

Can you imagine how
emasculated he'd be...

if he came to you
asking for money?

Why, he'd feel like a failure.

Oh, come on, now, Punk.

Clayton isn't a failure.

We're man and wife for
heaven's sakes. I love him.

There's nothing I
wouldn't do for him.

Well, Ellie, there are some
things a man's gotta do for himself...

if he's gonna feel like a man.

But I can't just sit idly by and
watch what he's doing to himself...

when it would be so
easy for me to help out.

Easy for you, maybe.
Not so easy for him.

[SIGHS]

Would you talk to him?

No. I shouldn't even
know as much as I do.

Will you at least keep track of things
for me and let me know what's going on?

I'll try.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

But I'm going to do something.

J.R.: Well, that's it.

The equipment's ordered and
everything seems to be on track.

Nick and I are planning
to go down there on Friday.

J.R.: Good. Good.

Make sure you have plenty of
cash to cover the glad-handing...

you'll be doing down there.

- Yes, sir.
- And I want reports.

We can talk about
that before you leave.

Check with Sly out there and
make an appointment for Thursday.

Miss Nero.

- Well, if there's nothing else, uh...
- You still haven't told me where Jack is.

And until you do, I'm going
to have a hard time believing...

that everything is
on track as you say.

You're just gonna have
to believe me on this one.

- Do you always worry so much?
- Always.

About important
matters, that is.

Call me when your
elusive cousin appears.

[SCOFFS] [INTERCOM BUZZES]

- Yeah? SLY: Dick Finiman
is waiting to see you.

- He says it's urgent.
- Good. Send him in.

Hey, Dick. Good to see you.
When can we expect delivery?

That's what I came to talk to
you about. I mean, I got bad news.

Barnes returned the deposit check
for the Seahorse drill bits that I ordered.

- What? Why?
- There was a tremendous backorder.

Could be months
before we get it.

Apparently, they're
having production problems.

Like hell, they are.

All right, Matt.
I'll see you there.

- Pamela, whose side are you on anyhow?
- What are you talking about?

Wentworth Tool and Die
has stopped shipment...

on Finiman's order
of Seahorse drill bits.

My order of Seahorse drill bits.

Well, when? Why?

Production problems.

- Well, isn't that possible?
- No, it's not possible.

The only reason we're
not getting that order

is because your
brother is out to bury me.

- Thanks to you, he's gonna get his chance.
- Thanks to me?

I didn't have anything
to do with this.

If this is what you mean by a painful
partnership, you better brace yourself.

Wait a minute, J.R.
I'm a part of Ewing Oil...

and I wouldn't do or say anything
to jeopardize this company.

And I don't care whether
or not you believe me.

I did not tell Cliff
anything about that order.

Well, I hope you didn't.

Because whoever did
is gonna pay the price.

PLAYER 1: Break!

PLAYER 2: Ready? PLAYERS: Break.

[PLAYERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

PLAYER 3: Hut.

All right! Good hit!

I've never had a business
meeting at a football practice before.

Oh. Sorry.

I couldn't resist.

I've been in the jungle so long,
I just had to see all this again.

Of all things to miss
while you're in the jungle...

Well, not the game so much as
everything else that goes along with it.

Oh, the other things. The
camaraderie, the teamwork...

the tears and sweat.

Mostly, I was thinking
about the cheerleaders.

I never did care much for
the game, but Bobby did.

He made me try out
for the team with him.

- You're kidding.
- Oh, no.

Made me work harder than anyone
else. He pushed me. He used to say to me:

"You can do it, Matt. You
can do it." I used to say to him:

"I don't wanna do it,
Bobby. I don't wanna do it."

- Ha-ha-ha!
- Oh, hey.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

I think we'd better move.

Bobby made
first-string quarterback.

I made third-string halfback.

Well, it couldn't have worked out
better. He did all the actual playing...

and I was sitting nice and
safe over on the bench.

After the game, he'd
get all the cheers...

- and I'd get all the cheerleaders.
- Ha-ha.

Everything was perfect until the
first-string halfback flunked math...

and the second-stringer's
family moved to Tulsa.

All of a sudden, I found myself
in there actually playing the game.

Well, you know, Bobby had a great
arm. Probably the best in the conference.

Every time we'd get in a huddle,
I'd beg him, "Throw the bomb."

He'd just look at me. He'd grin.
He'd call for a run up the middle.

Know what it's like
to run up the middle?

No, I don't.

Well, it's like
charging headlong...

into a long, black tunnel full of
broken bodies and horrible screams.

All you can do is run
as hard as you can.

When you can't run
anymore, you punch and kick.

It's a profane and painful way
to spend a Saturday afternoon.

There are guys in that
tunnel who like it there.

As for me, the only tunnel I ever liked
was the tunnel leading out of the stadium.

Ho-ho!

I think you liked
more than that.

Bobby told me you made
all-conference with him twice.

He made me look good.

He made us all
look so damn good.

PLAYER 2: Ready? PLAYERS: Break.

[PLAYERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Maybe it's time we
made him look good.

I know how much you and
that mine meant to Bobby.

If you're convinced that
we're going to hit it big...

then I'll have Ewing Oil
continue the investment.

Now I know why Bobby
spoke about you the way he did.

I'll try not to let
you down, partner.

Aw, come on. What are you afraid
of? Up the middle! Up the middle!

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Are you sure you didn't say anything
to anybody? Inadvertently, maybe?

- I swear, J.R.
- It's no coincidence.

Barnes knew the equipment I
needed, then just happened to run out.

Someone has access to
that information and told him.

SLY: He could've
figured it out for himself.

I mean, Angelica approached him
even before she approached you.

He had to know what equipment
was needed to set up the drilling.

Maybe he just put
two and two together.

If Barnes put two and two
together, he'd get three.

Why'd he cancel all the
orders and not just Finiman's?

Smokescreen. He knew if he
singled out Finiman, I'd be onto him.

Isn't he losing millions by
canceling all those orders?

He's not canceling
anything. He's just delaying.

Long enough to screw up my deal.

SLY: Isn't there anywhere
else where we can get the parts?

Not in a month.

- How could this happen?
- I don't know.

But I'm gonna find out
who tipped off Barnes...

and I'm gonna make sure
that traitor lives to regret it.

Damn sure.

I kind of expected
Mr. Barnes would be here too.

Oh, well, an emergency
came up, Ben.

There's no need
for both of us...

to spend time checking out
something I can do myself.

I suppose not.

Well, the empty drums are put
through this furnace over here.

And all the residue
then gets turned to ash.

Have you been able to figure out why
some of them still have faulty seams?

Well, I know it's not
the burning process.

I think maybe we got a problem
with one of the new robot welders.

Really? I'd like to check
that out. Can you show me?

- Sure can. It's right over here.
- Great.

I gotta see this guy a
minute. I'll be right with you.

Okay.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Watch out!

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

BEN: God.

Somebody call an ambulance.

Jamie Barnes. I'm looking for
Jamie Barnes. She's my wife.

- Uh, Dr. Kenfield.
- Yes?

- We have the accident victim's family.
- You're related to Jamie Barnes?

Yeah, I'm her husband.
How is she? Where is she?

- I wanna see her.
- Just come out of surgery.

They're setting her
up in intensive care.

Uh, Mr. Barnes, your wife's
injuries are quite severe.

Several of her ribs were broken.

One of them punctured
a lung and it collapsed.

But more importantly,
she's bleeding internally.

She has a ruptured spleen
and a contused kidney.

Now, she's lost a lot of blood,
which for her could be dangerous.

Did you know that her
blood type was AB negative?

No. Yeah, yeah. I don't know.

Fortunately, we had enough on
hand to meet our immediate needs.

- She's gonna be all right?
- Right now, all we can do is wait.

You can spend a few
minutes with her, that's all.

Mr. Barnes...

don't expect too much.

She's gonna be
unconscious for some time.

[EKG BEEPING]

Gracie, this is her husband.

Jamie.

Jamie, I love you.

I never should've let
you go down there.

You know I never should've
let you go down there alone...

but I just didn't think
it would be a big deal.

I didn't know that anything
like this could happen.

I didn't know you'd get hurt.
I don't want you to get hurt.

You gotta believe me. Gotta
believe me that I love you.

[EKG FLATLINING]

Oh!

Sir, you're gonna
have to leave now.

Gonna need sodium bicarb, stat.

Any word yet?

No, I don't know what's
taking them so long.

- Cliff, why don't you sit down and relax?
- You sit down and relax.

You know... I'm sorry.

It's okay.

- Mr. Barnes.
- Doctor, how is she?

She's alive, but I'm afraid
she's gone into hemolytic shock.

It's a very rare situation...

but it can sometimes happen
with a blood type like hers.

What is hemolytic shock?

Well, in this case, her antigen
matchup is not as precise as we need it.

I don't know what that means.

The blood we've been giving her
is not a close enough match to hers.

- You don't have any more AB negative?
KENFIELD: No, we have AB negative.

The problem is not all AB
negative blood is the same.

- Well, how do we get the same?
KENFIELD: Are you her sister?

- No, a friend.
- Does she have any brothers or sisters?

- Jack. GRAISON: Her brother.

You wouldn't happen to
know if he has AB negative?

How soon can he get to the
hospital to have his blood tested?

I don't know. I don't
even know where he is.

Well, you better find him fast.

His sister's life
may depend on it.

- Remember this place, Mr. Ewing?
- Oh, yeah. Sure do.

It's perfect. Some of
the best fishing around.

Lake's just been stocked.

Cabin's got supplies to
last at least two weeks.

Still no phone though.
Ha-ha. Ain't no nothing.

So if there's anything you need,
let me know before I leave you.

The only thing I need is
a little peace and quiet.

- Luck with the fishing.
- Peace and quiet's guaranteed.

Fish ain't. Here's
the key to the place.

Not that you need to lock
up anything way out here.

- Okay, thanks a lot.
- Yes, sir.

I thought we had
an 8:30 reservation.

Oh, yes. So we do.

I'll just get a shower, get cleaned
up and be with you in just a minute.

Hey, you smell wonderful.

Well, we don't have
to go out, you know.

I don't mind. That was your
agreement with Sue Ellen, wasn't it?

Not to be seen
around town with me.

No. Our agreement
was to be discreet.

And the little French restaurant
we're going to tonight is just that.

[J.R. CHUCKLES]

[DOOR CLOSES] [SHOWER RUNNING]

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