All language subtitles for S08E22 - Dead Ends

And he does not wanna see you
or anybody.

He doesn't want any visitors.

I don't care what this report says.
I know Veronica Robinson was murdered.

As far as the Dallas Police Department
is concerned, it's now a closed case.

- Perhaps we're able to help each other.
- And how much is it going to cost me?

Ten thousand dollars, American.

- Losers tend to flock together.
- Mm-hm. Like the little lady you're with.

You can have my leftovers.

Mark.

Oh, it's taking a hell of along time.

It's just so hard to believe she's dead.

- Mr. Ewing?
- Yes.

- Miss Wade?
- Yes.

I'm Investigator Howard,
I'm handling the Veronica Robinson case.

Do you know how she was killed?

Wait a minute, Mr. Ewing.
we don't know that she was killed.

There were no external marks,
no wounds.

As near as we can tell right now,
she died from natural causes.

- Heart attack, stroke.
- You can't be serious?

I am till I find out different.

And when will that be?

They're performing the autopsy right now.
Could be a few hours.

You're talking about a woman
who was afraid for her life.

You have any proof of that?

No. She called me and said she would
fly in and testify at Jenna's trial.

She said she knew Jenna did not kill
Marchetta, and she was terrified.

Look, she asked me
for around-the-clock protection.

Isn't it stretching coincidence
a little to say she died of natural causes?

Maybe.

Did you know that Miss Robinson
was a user?

- What do you mean?
- Cocaine, heroin, who knows what else?

- How do you know that?
HOWARD: She was carrying.

There was quite a bit of it in her purse
along with syringe and other paraphernalia.

She was a use! all right.

- How'd she get that stuff through customs?
- She may not have.

She could have gotten it in LA.
She had a layover between planes.

[SIGHS]

Maybe.

Her sister said Naldo had he! turned on
to drugs, ties in to what happened to him.

HOWARD:
Mr. Ewing...

...I'm sure you're very concerned about
Miss Wade or Mrs. Marchetta, I guess.

But you're just giving me
a lot of theory and hearsay.

You know I need more than that.

Look, what I'm saying is Veronica Robinson
did not die of natural causes.

Somebody killed her.
I'd like something done about it.

Oh, let's see what the autopsy report
turns up.

Maybe it'll give us something more
to go on.

That's the best I can do for right now.
I'm sorry.

I'll contact you
as soon as I get the report.

Fine. I'll be at Southfork Ranch.

Appreciate hearing
when you know something.

You will.

It's allover now, isn't it?

Come on, you can't think that way.

Well, what else can I think?

Veronica was my last hope.

I'll tell you one thing,
Jason Ewing was quite a traveler.

J.R.: Yeah. Well, that's why
they called him Tumbleweed.

[CHUCKLES]

All right. Starting in 1932,
when he left Texas for the first time.

RAY:
Thirty-two?

That was when he and Daddy
had their big blow-up.

Well, he was a little hard
to trace back then.

We know he was in and out of Texas
for the next five or six years or so.

- In 1937, he started his own oil company.
- Oh, I didn't know about that.

That's probably because
it didn't last very long.

He went broke and skipped out
of Dallas owing money...

...some of which your father
made good on.

If Jason owned one-third of Ewing Oil,
why did he start his own company?

How come he was broke?

I don't know anything about that.

I do know that he went to Latin America.

Worked on several oil drilling operations
down there.

He came back to Dallas in 1939,
enlisted in the Navy in 1941.

After boot camp.
he served in the Pacific.

Got a couple of decorations.

In 1944, he was thrown in the brig
for alleged black market activities.

[CHUCKLES]

Sounds like a real winner.

Anyway, he was discharged in 1945.

We lost track of him till 1950.

Then he showed up in Oklahoma City
married to a woman named Nancy Shaw.

She had some money which he used to set
up another company, which also went broke.

Uh. He kept moving around after that.

He had a son, Jack.
who was born in 1951 in Montana.

Then, later a daughter, Jamie.

His wife died in 1962,
when the kids were still small.

That's when he started
hitting the bottle in earnest.

He had a series of jobs in the States.
None of them lasted very long.

Went down to Latin America again.

He was tough to trace down there.

We do know that his last job
was for Pemex in Mexico, 1973.

Then he moved up to Alaska in '76,
and he stayed there until he died.

Talk about your black sheep.
No wonder Daddy didn't mention him much.

What about the son, Jack?
Did you ever find out anything about him?

About five years ago,
he and Jason had a falling-out.

He left. Nobody knows where he went.

We haven't had any success
in trying to locate him.

He might have changed his name,
hard to say.

Anyway, Jamie stayed with Jason till the
end, which was just the middle of last year.

You know, there's something about all this
that really bothers me.

Yes?

As much trouble as Jason was having...

...he must have known
that Ewing Oil was worth millions.

If he really had that paper, why didn't he
show to collect his third of the company?

According to Jamie, he was noble, he didn't
want to take anything from the Ewings.

Especially money.

What about Digger Barnes?

He had a copy.

All that mouthing off he and Cliff did
about Jock stealing everything from him.

How come he never showed up
to collect his share?

And why didn't Daddy
have a copy of that document?

I mean, hell, if he gave them
two-thirds of Ewing Oil...

...he wouldn't lose a paper like that.

And how come Jock never told anyone
about any of this, not even Miss Ellie?

There's a lot
of unanswered questions here, Pete.

And I want you to keep digging
till you come up with some answers.

Yes, sir. Well, almost my entire staff
is working on it.

J.R.:
Well, I'm glad to hear that.

As illogical as all this sounds to us...

...we're gonna have to come up
with something more concrete...

...or I'm gonna have to give two-thirds
of Ewing Oil to a bunch of outsiders.

- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.

[SIGHS]

SUE ELLEN:
I swear, I will never complain...

...about the traffic
on the Central Expressway again.

PAM:
It is crowded, isn't it?

SUE ELLEN:
Oh, but it's so exciting.

I wonder if we dare eat
anything from these stands.

I'm not very hungry.
I hate this waiting to see Mark.

I know, I guess I've been trying to keep
your mind off all that by my talking.

I know. I tried, but I just can't stop
thinking about it.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

SUE ELLEN:
About what?

PAM:
Swanson, or the man they say is Mark.

After I see him, I'm going to have
to make some big decisions.

You mean, if he isn't Mark.

Well, either way.

If it is Mark,
he's gonna need me here with him.

And I'm gonna give him
as much as I can for as long.

Whether he likes it or not?

What do you mean by that?

I don't mean to be cruel and I know
you're doing this for the right reasons...

...but, Pam, what if Mark is bad?

Maybe he wants you to remember
the way he was rather than the way he is.

Well, maybe.
but why should he face this alone?

It may be a problem at first, but I know in
his heart he would want me to be with him.

And what if it isn't Mark?

Then, I'll have to finally accept
that Mark died in that plane crash.

- Can you do that?
- I'll have to.

I'll have to pull myself together
and build a new life without Mark.

And without Bobby.

But I still have Christopher and Cliff...

...and I have some wonderful friends.

What worries me is that this might be
another one of J.R.'s manipulations.

I don't think so. After all these years,
I can read him pretty well.

He was so surprised when he found out you
were coming to Hong Kong to find Mark.

I don't think
he had anything to do with it.

Then maybe it is Mark.

Pam, if that's what you really want,
then I hope it's him.

I fail to understand
why it's taking so long to get a court date.

- Thank you, Jackie.
- Anything else, Cliff?

Mm-mm. That's it. Leave us alone.

Cliff, you're a lawyer.
You know how crowded the dockets are.

As soon as there's an opening,
we'll get on the calendar.

CLIFF:
That's not good enough.

If we wait much longer,
there's not gonna be Ewing Oil...

...left to make your fee worthwhile.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about J.R.

The longer he has to play around out there,
the more Ewing assets he'll get rid of...

...and especially if he knows
he's gonna lose to me.

[SIGHS]

Don't you think
you're worrying unnecessarily?

The court will stop him
from doing anything illegal, you know that.

I know J.R., and I know
that he would do anything...

...to keep Jamie and me
from taking control of his company.

What do you expect me to do?

I expect you to stop sitting, sipping coffee,
go put pressure on the judicial system.

Get us a trial date.

- I don't think it will help.
- I don't care what you think. Try, can't hurt.

- Good day, Miss Ewing.
- Keep in touch.

Cliff, don't you think you're hard on him?
I mean, he can't control the court date.

Look, the more pressure we keep on,
the sooner we get to court.

And I am worried about what J.R. is doing
while we're waiting.

But it's Bobby's company too.

He'll make sure
that J.R. doesn't pull anything funny.

[CHUCKLING]

No, no.

Firstly, Bobby cares about
the company just as much as J.R.

Secondly, I'm not so sure that J.R. would
tell Bobby what he was doing anyway.

Oh, I have something for you.

- What's this?
- That's a check for a thousand dollars.

You are now on the payroll
of Barnes-Wentwonh.

You are our resident cold weather
drilling expert.

- Cliff, I told you, I can't take your money.
- Sure you can.

We need each other.
You have to make a living.

That's a legitimate business expense.

I don't think that it's right.

Have you ever been involved
in cold weather drilling?

- Yes.
- Do you know much about it?

Sure, we did a lot of it in Alaska.

Then you're exactly what I need.

Besides, before long, we're gonna be
so busy with our court date...

...that you won't be able
to work anywhere else.

And I like having you around.

- You do?
- You bet.

It gives me bragging rights
with the cartel.

Bragging rights, how's that?

I can say I have the world's prettiest
cold weather drilling expert on my payroll.

Well, I don't know about that, but...

- Okay, I'm on the payroll.
- Good.

Let's go celebrate.
Let's go get something to eat.

Great, I'd like that.

It's really beautiful here at night, isn't it?

It sure is.
Too bad it's wasted on the two of us.

Wait a minute. Aren't I a fun date?

A millions laughs.
You're just not my type.

[CHUCKLING]

- Mrs. Ewing.
- Oh, Mr. Chan.

- Please, sit down, join us.
- Thank you.

[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- Okay.
- Sorry I'm so late.

Well, did you talk to Mark?

I was talking to the man
who calls himself Mr. Swanson.

- That's the reason why I was delayed.
- When will he see me? Tonight, tomorrow?

Mr. Swanson has told me
that he does not wanna see you or anybody.

He doesn't want any visitors.

Well, there must be some mistake.
Did you tell him it was me?

- Of course.
- Mr. Chan, how sick is Mark?

Mr. Swanson?
Is that why he won't see Pamela?

He didn't tell me his reasons.
He's now in remission.

His condition has not worsened
since he came to us.

That's what it is.
He knows he's going to get better.

- And he doesn't wanna see me until then.
CHAN: Mrs. Ewing.

There is no guarantee that this man,
whoever he is, is ever gonna get any better.

I've already explained everything to him.
He still insists he will not see you.

But there has to be an exception.

[SIGHS]

I regret, Mrs. Ewing.
that you've come a long way for no results.

I'm truly sorry for you...

...but I think you should go back
to the United States.

I will honor Mr. Swanson's wishes.

You cannot see him. I'm sorry.

Sue Ellen, I can't believe it.
I can't believe that this is the end.

I'm so sorry, Pam.

I truly am.

TERESA: Mr. Ewing,
Officer Howard is here to see you.

BOBBY: Thank you, Teresa.
You made real good time.

Uh. This is my mother, Ellie Fallow,
her husband, Clayton.

Investigator Howard.

As you could see, there was a combination
of several illegal substances in her blood.

In addition to which we found a syringe
with some traces of heroin.

Her fingerprints were on it.

She just plain overdosed.

I'm sorry.
I know that's not what you had hoped for.

Look, I don't care what this report says.
I know Veronica Robinson was murdered.

As far as the Dallas Police Department
is concerned...

...she died from an overdose of heroin.

It's now a closed case.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Just a minute.

Who is it?

J.R.:
R's me, JR.

What do you want?

I just wanna talk.

I don't think we have anything left
to talk about.

Oh, I think we do.

A peace offering.

[CRACKLING]

Did you have something
boiling over on the stove?

[GASPS]

[SIGHS]

I guess you may as well come in
for a minute.

Do you know why I brought you
that single rose tonight?

Well, it's a symbol 01a new me.

I know when we first met,
I came on too fast, too strong.

I guess I tried to dazzle you
with my money and my possessions.

I suppose I tried to impress you
right into my bed.

You were a little overpowering.

Yes, and I was too sure of myself.
But I've found in the past that--

Well, power and money
are a mighty aphrodisiac for a lot of women.

But you're special. Very special, Mandy.

And there's another side to me.
Well, a side I'd really like you to see.

Why? Why me? You're married.

That may not mean much to you...

...but wouldn't you be better off with
someone who just wanted fun and games?

Most likely.
I was always like that in the past.

But I'm going through
a very critical point in my life...

...and I'm engaged in a battle
I might lose.

Now, I've lost before, but never
on this scale and never to Cliff Barnes.

Your fight for Ewing Oil
has nothing to do with me...

...and I really don't wanna get involved.

You're right. You're right.

But I find that when I should be
concentrating on ways to stop Barnes...

...I'm thinking about you.

But what I'm saying is I'd like to see you,
be with you, spend some time with you.

J.R., please.

Not as lovers, no.
I wanna start all over again.

Get to know each other.

And I promise I won't push
and I won't try to overwhelm you again.

Could you really accept conditions
like that?

I'll try.

All right.

I'll see you, but not tonight.

- Call me.
- I'll call you.

I wonder if I wouldn't be a lot better off
it I'd never met you, Mandy Winger.

BOBBY: Hello, Scotty.
- Bobby.

- Did you have any luck at the police station?
- Well, I got to see her airline ticket.

She took Trans Global Flight 17
from Tokyo to LA...

...connected with Flight 211 to Dallas.

All right, what we need is a passenger list
from the Trans Global flight.

I talked to a friend, he's gonna get me
a passenger list from the flight to Dallas.

And then we put the two together...

See if there were any other people
that were on both flights.

If there were, that's a good place
to start asking questions.

In any event, we have to talk to as many
people as possible that were on the flights.

Somebody has to know something
that can help Jenna.

Will do. President of Trans Global
is an old friend of mine.

All right.
Maybe something's starting to go our way.

I certainly would like that.

Oh, by the way.
I stopped at the courts this morning.

Requested a postponement
of Jenna's trial date.

I told them Veronica's death
put a severe dent into our defense.

Well, it sure did that.
Any chance of them going along with it?

Well, nothing sure,
but I don't see why not.

Quite a view, isn't it?

Oh, it's beautiful.

It's almost a shame
that we have to leave.

Pam, I'm really sorry
about how it turned out for you.

But maybe we should make
our return reservations.

Oh, I don't think so. Not just yet.

Are you serious?

Yes, I am.

In fact, I think it's time
that I went on the offensive.

Waiter, may I have a phone, please?

Thank you.

Hello, may I speak with Mr. Chan?
This is Pamela Ewing.

Good morning, Mr. Chan.

No, I'm not calling to say goodbye.

I'm calling to say
that I won't be leaving Hong Kong...

...until I see Mark Graison.

Because I'm convinced
that Mr. Swanson is Mark Graison.

You see,
I'm very rich and very determined.

And it I have to, I'll buy that damned clinic
and walk in as the owner.

Oh, but I would do that.

So, Mr. Chan, you can tell your
Mr. Swanson that he can see me now...

...or he can see me later,
but he is going to see me.

Goodbye, Mr. Chan.

Well, I am very impressed.

Remind me never to cross you again.

[SIGHS]

Well, what good is the Ewing name and
all that power it I don't occasionally use it?

I'll remember that.

I'm starving. Let me buy you lunch.

I'm afraid to say no.

[CHUCKLES]

Come on.

Miss Lucy, Mr. Cronin is here.

Thank you, Teresa.

What do you want?

Well, I just wanted to let you know that
I got your final check from Mr. Smithfield.

It paid off all the crew and equipment.
I really appreciate that.

Fine.

I guess we don't have anything else
to talk about, so goodbye.

Lucy...

Look, I know how you feel about me.

And I really am very sorry.

I'll bet you are.
You lost the goose that laid the golden egg.

No, it's not just that.

Lucy, I realize how much I hurt you.

And I want you to know
that I never meant to.

You mean
you never meant to get caught.

Maybe.

I was just so involved with myself, I...

I never really cared about your feelings.

Or Betty's feelings.

Just myself.

And I wanted it all.
I wanted you, I wanted Betty.

I wanted the construction company,
everything.

And now it's all gone.

It's nobody's fault but my own.
I know that now.

I just want you to know
that I really did care for you.

I still do.

It wasn't just the money.

And I wish...

...I hadn't done what I did,
but I am who I am, and that ain't much.

Um...

I wish that you and I could start over again,
but I know that ain't gonna happen, so...

Just hope someday
maybe you can forgive me.

I really am very sorry.

J.R.:
Come in, Conrad.

- Can I fix you a drink?
- No, thank you.

I have a plane to catch
for Switzerland tonight.

Uh-huh.

Well, as you said,
considering the size of the field...

...and the estimated size
of the oil reserve...

...I found your offshore wells a good buy
at 40 million.

- I have the contracts have for you to sign.
- Good.

Now, Ewing Oil having sold them to your
company, Pemoaks, for 15 million apiece...

...and my backers buying them
from Pemoaks for 40 million apiece...

...Ieaves you a nice little profit
of $25 million per well.

Minus my usual fee, of course.

Of course.

And you will deposit that money
in my Swiss bank account.

Here's the number.

How will you explain to your brother
the selling of these wells so cheaply?

That's what we've been carrying them at
on our books.

He'll never know about it.

01 about your account in Switzerland?

Oh, he knows about that.

What he doesn't know is that you're gonna
put $120 million in it for me.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yeah, just a sec.

- Who is it?
CLIFF: Cliff. Let me in.

- Cliff. Has something happened?
- Like what?

Our suit against the Ewings.
Something happened?

No, I just came over
to invite you out for dinner.

Didn't you think about calling
and asking before you came?

CLIFF:
I did call. I called, your line was busy.

So I called the operator...

...and she said that the phone
was off the hook...

...so I thought
I better check to see how you were.

I'm fine. It's just that I take the phone
0” the hook while in the shower.

That way, most people call back.

Okay, well, get some clothes on
and let's go get a bite to eat.

Cliff, I'm practically ready for bed.

Where do you sleep anyway?
On the table?

[CHUCKLES]

No, the couch pulls out.

Why are you so interested
in my personal life all of a sudden?

Oh, it's not sudden.

We've just been spending
a lot of time together.

I've enjoyed it.

I'm alone, you're alone,
so why not be together?

Who knows,
we might get to like each other.

We're gonna be partners.
Why not be close partners?

Okay, I'll go change.

Yeah, 01 I could order something in.

Uh, that's okay.
I think out would be better.

Well, whatever.

You know, when I was younger,
I used to live in a dump like this.

It's okay for me right now.

Great, you're in luck.

That's what I like.
A lady who knows the value 01a buck.

Cream? Sugar?

Oh, that will be fine, thank you.
When do you figure Bobby will be here?

Oh, any minute, I'm sure.

Oh, while we're waiting, would you mind
making a copy of this passenger list for me?

- Oh, of course, just one copy?
- That will be fine.

Well, okay.

BOBBY: Morning.
PHYLLIS: Morning.

Mr. Demarest is in your office.

- Thank you, Phyllis.
SCOTTY: Oh, Bobby.

Hello, Scotty.

Gee, you don't look so good.

Well, I'm worried about Jenna.
She's so depressed lately.

She's starting to think
that maybe she actually did shoot Naldo.

I sure wouldn't like to go to trial
with her thinking that.

No, neither would I.

Here you are.

- Why, thank you, Phyllis.
- You're welcome.

You have the passenger list
for the Dallas-LA. flight?

Now, this is the overseas list here.

- We start checking names.
- All right.

- Uh. Abbott, B.?
- Uh. No.

- Anderson, G.?
- Nope.

- Avildson, H.?
- No.

Martin--

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Excuse me, Bobby.

A messenger just delivered this.
It's from the airport.

That's probably the seat assignment list
from the L.A.-to-Dallas flight.

It says here a guy named George Parrish
had the seat next to Veronica.

Bingo.

Mr. Parrish was also
on the flight from Tokyo.

Let's see if we can track this man down.
I'd sure like to talk to him.

[CHATTERING]

- Hey.
- Oh, hi.

- How about some company?
- Yeah.

You're a long way from home.

Been shopping?

No, no. Uh, I just missed you.

You used to come home for lunch.

Well, it's easier to eat here.
Nobody to fight with.

I'm tired of fighting.

So am I.

You know, we used to be able
to talk about things.

What's happening to us?

[SIGHS]

Used to be we were on the same side
on most things.

That's true.

You know, Ray.
I know how much Jock meant to you...

...but I don't understand
your throwing in with J.R. like this.

You know, it's not so much
how much Jock meant to me...

...but what Jock gave me.

The only real identity
I could ever really be proud of.

You know, when I was growing up,
I was Amos Krebbs' kid.

The town drunk's son.

Being Jock's son
gave me something a little special.

Ray Krebbs,
you have always been special.

No. I'm talking about something
you wouldn't understand at all.

Like spending your whole life
looking over your shoulder.

[SIGHS]

I don't know if you can even understand
what I'm saying.

Everything you ever tried in your life
you were successful at.

I mean, you write a book,
it's a bestseller.

You write another book,
it's a bestseller.

Could have got yourself appointed
to the senate, but you didn't want that.

You got yourself appointed
to the Texas Energy Commission.

All you had to do was tell them
you wanted the job.

What are you doing?

You wanna know the real reason
I threw in with J.R.?

Because I was afraid.

Afraid I'd lose my share of Ewing Oil.

It's not the money.
The money doesn't matter to me.

It's me being a pan of the company,
Jock's company.

The last thing with Jock's name on it.

If I have to throw in with J.R.
to be a winner, that's what I'll do.

And I'll worry about J.R. later.

But I am not gonna lose
what Jock left me.

[TELEPHONE BUZZES]

- Yeah?
KENDALL: Someone here to see you, .I.H.

- Who?
- Someone you?! want to see.

Oh, what are you talking about?
Who is it?

Me.

Sly.

[CHUCKLES]

J.R.: Well, I'm really happy to see you.
- Hi.

I missed you too.

I believe I've had all the time
I need to think and be alone.

- Does that mean you're ready to work?
- If you'll still have me.

It will be nice to have somebody
I can talk to again, someone I can trust.

Thank you.

Can't wait to get started.
How's everything been?

Not real good.

As a matter of fact,
I hate to tell you this...

...but if things don't improve around here,
you're liable to be working for Cliff Barnes.

[SIGHS]

As beautiful as it is, I don't believe
we came here just because of a phone call.

Well, he said
that he can help me with Mark.

Why don't we just enjoy the view?
I'm sure he'll find us.

Mrs. Ewing?

Yes, I'm Pamela Ewing.
This is Sue Ellen Ewing.

I'm Elliott Wong,
I spoke to you on the phone.

Thank you for meeting me.

Well, you were very vague
on the phone, Mr. Wong.

I prefer to talk in person.

Understand you wish to see a certain
Mr. Swanson at the Chong Thai Clinic.

How did you know that?

I have a position at the clinic,
in Mr. Chan's office.

Regrettably, a low-paying position.

And you know that I'm very wealthy.

I know that.
And perhaps we are able to help each other.

How would that be?

Understand that Mr. Swanson
has refused to see you.

- I can help.
- How?

I'll bring you to the clinic, into his room...

...and you can see for yourself
if he is indeed the man you seek.

And how much is it going to cost me?

You're very direct, Mrs. Ewing.
A most attractive quality.

You still haven't answered my question,
Mr. Wong.

Ten thousand dollars, American.
That's my price.

I can have it for you tomorrow afternoon.

Then shall we meet tomorrow night?

PAM: Where?
- At the clinic.

You pay me
and I'll bring you into the clinic.

I'll pay you $5000 when I meet you
and the rest after I see Mark Graison.

Tomorrow night, 9:00. I'll wait for you.

Pam, you're not gonna meet him?

If he can help me find Mark...

...yes, I am.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Excuse me. Please feel free to browse.

- Hello, can I help you?
- Yes, is there a Mr. Parrish here?

Yes, he's right over there at his desk.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Excuse me. Mr. Parrish?
- Yes?

My name is Bobby Ewing.
This is Jenna Wade.

How do you do?
Is there something I can do for you?

Well, if you have a little time,
we'd like to speak to you.

Oh, about what?

Veronica Robinson.

The lady that sat next to you
on the flight from LA. to Dallas.

Oh, yes.
I read about her death the next day.

Shocking.

Well, in our case, it was devastating.

She was coming to testify
in Miss Wade's trial.

I see.

Now I realize why you look so familiar.
I've seen your picture in the newspapers.

Then you know that I'm being trialed
for a murder I did not commit.

Well, that may be,
but I don't see what you want with me.

When I last spoke to Miss Robinson
in Tokyo, she was terrified.

She was afraid someone
was trying to kill her.

I still fail to see
what this has to do with me.

You sat next to her on the flight
from LA. to Dallas.

You were on the same plane
with her from Tokyo to Los Angeles.

I hope, for your sake, Mr. Ewing...

...you are not inferring that I know anything
about what happened to that lady.

- Do you?
-01 course not.

I'm an art dealer, not a thug.

My flying with Miss Robinson
was the purest of coincidence.

I travel back and forth frequently.

If you will look around, you will see
I deal in, among other things, Oriental an.

Mr. Parrish,
we're not accusing you of anything.

But it there is anything that you could
tell us, anything that might help...

Well...

We were in the same cabin
on the flight from Tokyo...

...but I was on the other side
of the plane.

What I do remember of her,
she seemed very nervous.

She kept getting in and out of her seat.

But I was busy doing paperwork
on the purchases I had made.

I really didn't pay
much attention to her.

Were there any other people on both
those flights that you recognized?

I don't know.

Some man, well-dressed.

But he was in the cabin behind us.
I just saw him coming and going.

A couple of women
who looked like schoolteachers.

I don't know. I really
was quite involved in what I was doing.

You sat next to her on the flight
from LA. to Dallas.

Did you talk to her?
Did she say anything at all?

Well, we didn't sit together very long.
She was extremely nervous, drinking.

She kept going to the lavatory.

Finally, I just moved to another seat
and took a nap until we arrived in Dallas.

I didn't see her when we left the plane.
I realized why later.

Did you see any one else
sitting next to her?

Or any one in particular talking to her
on the first leg of the flight?

No, I'm sorry.

I really do try to mind my own business
when I'm traveling.

The last thing I wanna do is strike up
a conversation with a Chatterbox.

Yes, thank you. Listen...

This is my card.
It has my office and home number on it.

If you remember something,
would you give me a call?

Yes, I will. One thing, Mr. Ewing.

If there was foul play,
why haven't the police contacted me?

Why aren't they investigating?

They did investigate it.

They don't believe it was a homicide.
I do.

Thank you for your time.

MARILEE:
Cliff, when you called this meeting...

...I didn't know
you'd have this kid in tow.

Ha. Marilee, Jamie is my partner.

She's gonna be owning
a third of Ewing Oil.

So if we're gonna be working together,
I suggest we bury any past grievances.

Look, Mrs. Stone,
what happened happened.

If it wasn't for you, I might never
have shown that document to J.R.

There you see, you two were working
together and didn't even know it.

Besides, anything that's gonna bring
J.R. down has to be beneficial to all of us.

Sit down, Cliff. Sit down.

Speaking of working together, Cliff.

As I remember last time we met,
you seemed rather cold.

You left me at the pool all by myself.

Things change, Marilee.
Perhaps I was a little hasty.

But there's nothing I'd like better
than a good business relationship with you.

Cliff, you know
I'd like to work with you...

...but I don't intend to get mixed up
with any vendetta with J.R.

You don't have to worry
about that, Jordan.

J.R. knows he's gonna lose
his company to me.

Ha-ha. He's running around
with his tail between his legs.

- Can I bring you something, Mr. Barnes?
- Uh. Champagne. Do you like champagne?

I don't know. I haven't had much of it.

Two. Two bottles of the very best.

Nothing but the best
for my sweet little partner.

Yes, sir, two bottles.

You must be awfully sure of winning
this fight with J.R.

[CHUCKLING]

J.R., are you sure
you're doing the right thing?

If I'm with you, I am.

But there are bound to be people here
you know who must know your wife.

Mandy, you made it perfectly clear that
you did not want a backstreet romance.

So I decided not to take you
to out-of-the-way places.

Besides, nobody really knows you.

Oh, you could be the most beautiful
independent oil woman in Oklahoma.

All right,
but I still don't feel good about it.

- Hi, Dora Mae, you got a table for us?
-01 course, sir. This way, follow me.

[CHATTERING]

JORDAN:
This is pretty good, you know.

CLIFF:
Yeah, well. Gotta date this stuff.

MARILEE:
It's about time, you know. Ha-ha.

Thanks , Cliff, for bringing us here.

Well, the best defense is a good offense.
Come along.

Well, Iookie here, birds of a feather.

Plotting an assassination, are you?

Or trying to figure out a way of
stealing somebody else's company?

- You've got no call to talk that way, J.R.
- Really?

Marilee.
I see you and Jamie have made up.

- Planning a little midnight swim later?
- Shut up, J.R.

Ha-ha. Jamie, you've sure found yourself
some prime company.

- I sure prefer it to yours.
- Oh, really?

Well, you know what they say,
losers tend to flock together.

- Ah. Like that little lady you're with, huh?
- Cliff.

Ha-ha. I've always heard
you were a big spender, J.R.

How much did it cost you
to have he! threw me over?

That was for free. All she had to do
was hang with you for a while.

Oh, is that so?
Well, you're welcome to her.

Considering the number of nights she spent
at my place, you can have my leftovers.

You miserable worm.

[CHUCKLING]

You'll find out how much better you were
with me than with what you've got there.

[CLIFF CHUCKLING]

That was a rotten thing to do.

Should've known
you'd throw a sneak punch.

Why don't you stay out of it?

- You caused all this trouble to begin with.
- Don't start. I can hit harder than him.

- You bastard.
- Now, Cliff, let's stop this.

Yeah, Cliff. He's not worth it.

You're right, he's not.

Enjoy your champagne.
I hope you're paying for it, Barnes.

I think we'll be moving along.

MANDY:
I knew we shouldn't have come here.

Ha-ha. On the contrary, I wouldn't
have missed that for the world.

Mrs. Ewing.

You have the money with you?

Yes.

Put this cloak on, please.

It is one the nurses wear.
It will cause less attention.

- Shall we go?
- All right.

I'll wait right here. Good luck.

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER SPEAKERS]

This is his room.
Do you wish me to go in with you?

No.

I want to go alone.

Mark.

Mark.

What the devil do you want?
I told them no visitors.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Oh God, I'm sorry.

How was that? Was that all right?

It was perfect.

It was just what I wanted.

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