Even the Ewings were trying to beat the heat by having breakfast inside that morning. Ellie sat at the head of the table, opposite Clayton. J.R., Bobby, Lucy, and Sue Ellen filled in the empty spaces between. Ellie noticed all of the absences that morning and her heart ached at the site of the near empty table. Pam was gone, due to her determination to prove that Katherine had amnesia. Miss Ellie really didn't blame her, she could be stubborn sometimes herself. She intended to be fully supportive of Pam if it came down to it.

She looked at Bobby and noticed what a handsome man he had become. Of all her children, Bobby was the one that most reminded her of Jock. J.R. resembled him more, but Bobby was most like him. Both were stubborn and headstrong—both had tempers worse than a Texas tornado. Both would do anything to protect their families.

Christopher had left late last night, but had been vague about where he was going. Ellie worried about him more than any of her family. He was young and had the weight of a huge corporation on his shoulders. If it was up to her, he wouldn't be involved in West Star. She had always hoped Christopher and John Ross would somehow avoid the oil business altogether. The last thing she wanted was another generation of squabbling, as had been the case between Bobby and J.R.

Ellie felt she still lacked the chance to get to know Karen better, but it was on her to-do list as soon as Karen returned to Dallas. She sighed to herself, hoping that Karen wouldn't be like another Sue Ellen. She had already moved out of Southfork once, and now it appeared as if she was leaving again.

It had taken many years for Miss Ellie to get over Jock's affair and the fact that Ray was his son. At first, Ray had been a thorn in her side—a reminder of Jock cheating on her. Now, things had changed. She really didn't think of herself as having three sons—rather, four. Ray was her son, in every way but biologically. She loved him like a son and she was sure that he loved her like a mother. His life had always been so complicated. Ellie knew he loved Donna, but sometimes she wondered if they were meant to be together. She knew how Donna's success weighed heavily on Ray's mind. Ellie thought of Donna as a daughter as well, but deep down inside, she knew that those two shouldn't be together—she hated to admit it, even to herself, but it was true. She'd be supportive of them, just as she had always been—she'd do anything to help them overcome their problems and get married. Then, she'd be there for them when and if they had problems with the marriage. That's what she did. That's what she was here for.

She worried about John Ross too. He had taken off on a trip around the world with a woman she hardly knew. What she had seen of Melissa, she wasn't sure she could be trusted. Ellie just hoped John Ross knew what was best for him.

On the other hand, John Ross' departure had left Lucy with the gateway she needed to break into the business world. Ellie had watched Lucy grow up over the years. Her failed marriages, bad loves, and all the turmoil she had been through. She thought of Lucy as a daughter, not a granddaughter. Ellie had been so proud of Lucy when she announced she acquired that oil company. She almost laughed at loud at the thought of J.R.'s reaction. Ellie just hoped the stress of working with J.R. wouldn't consume her. After all, no one really worked with J.R.

Sometimes Ellie just had to shake her head at her oldest son. At times she was proud of him; other times she wanted nothing but to choke him. It seemed that Jock's picking Bobby as his favorite was what had sent him on the road he now traveled. J.R. had always been determined to prove to his father that he was worthy of his love, even after his death. She wasn't sure that J.R. would ever really get over Jock's death. She wasn't sure that any of them ever would.

Ellie loved Clayton as much as she had loved Jock, but in a different sort of way. He had been wonderful to her over the years. Clayton was as stubborn as a mule, but that was part of his charm.

Sue Ellen was one family member that always managed to give her a laugh. She remembered the frail, young girl who had first come to Southfork so many years ago. Ellie had had to watch Sue Ellen fall back on the bottle so many times, she just hoped her drinking was behind her. On the other hand, Ellie felt that the drinking had made her into a stronger person, a person that was finally able to handle J.R. Though she loved her oldest son with all her heart, it always secretly thrilled her when Sue Ellen got the best of him. Maybe it was all the years of J.R. treating her badly, or maybe it was just the fact that someone could get the best of J.R., but Miss Ellie still liked to see it happen.

Her thoughts then turned back to Lucy, and how she had grown up without parents. Gary and Val both had their lives to lead in Knots Landing. Ellie felt guilty thinking the way she did, but she knew she regretted ever getting them the house in California. If she hadn't, they might be living at Southfork right now with Lucy. She thought about Betsy and Bobby, her two grandchildren she barely knew and her heart ached. They were growing up fast. Ellie knew she didn't have much time left. She was getting old, but for some reason, she felt stronger than she had in years. She just had to get her family together before she died. It was what Jock would have wanted.

"Momma?"

She snapped out of her daydream and noticed everyone looking at her. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking."

"I was just saying bye. I'm going to the office."

"Okay J.R. Will you be home for dinner tonight?"

"Hopefully so."

"I think I'll go to the office today too," said Bobby.

"Bobby, that reminds me. I need to talk to you. Why don't you ride with me to the office?"

"Is it that important?"

"Well, it could be."

"Alright. I'll be right there."

A few minutes later, Bobby and J.R. were standing out on the porch. "Bobby, I know you own Southfork…"

"J.R., if this is about me selling you half of it, then you can forget it."

"No, it's not about that. You know that land across the road from the ranch?"

"Zeke Magruder's land?"

"Yeah, that land. It's for sale."

"Really?"

"Yep. I was thinking it might be a good move on our part to buy that land."

The two got into the car and began the drive out to the road. "It has a large lake on it. Doesn't dry up in the summer. It might be just what we need."

"And it might have oil on it."

"J.R., we're not going to drill for oil right across from Southfork."

"Well, it was just an idea."

"I still think we should look into it. There's no telling who could buy it."

"That's what I was thinking. The last thing we want is another range war like the one we had with McKay."

J.R. pulled the car onto the main road and drove a few feet until the car was next to the sign. "I'll be damned," said J.R.

"Sold?" said Bobby. "When did you first notice it?"

"Just last night," said J.R. "Somebody sure works fast."

"I don't know about you, but I don't want to be surprised. I'm going to find out who bought that land."

On the outskirts of Dallas, Todd Foster slid into the booth of the diner. Across from him sat Britt Gochros, a fellow volunteer on Donna's campaign. Britt was going to be a high school senior next year, and it was obvious from speaking with her that she was only offering her services to the Donna Dowling for mayor campaign to appeal to Ivy League schools.

"Hello Britt," Todd said as he took out a cigarette and lit it. "You're probably wondering why I called you out here this early."

"Um, yeah…." Britt looked uncomfortable.

"I'll cut to the chase. Do you have your own bank account?"

"Like you mean a savings account? Yeah, so?"

"How would you like to put $15,000 in it?" Todd asked.

"WHAT?" Britt's eyes almost leaped out of her head.

"You heard me. $15,000 bucks. You just need to do me one little favor."

"Whoa," Britt held up her hand in protest. "I know what this is about. I've seen COPS. I'm no hooker."

Todd rolled his eyes as he exhaled cigarette smoke. "Don't flatter yourself babe. No, I need you to do something a lot easier. Just take the fall for something."

Britt's look of confusion prompted Todd to continue. "When we both go into the office today, it's going to become very apparent that someone had slipped some very negative information about Donna into the recent mailings that went out—very maligning pamphlets were enclosed in each information packet that we sent out a few days ago. Remember?"

Britt nodded her head, almost transfixed. Todd continued. "Someone's going to be blamed for that---probably me since I was in charge of sending those out."

"Did you do it?" Britt asked.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that someone other than me takes the rap. If you do it, you get $15,000. What do you say?"

Britt looked around as if trying to make a decision. Seeing she needed a little coaxing, Todd continued. "Think of what you can buy---a car, a trip around the world. Hell, unlimited N'SYNC tickets, I don't know. You're not going to get in trouble, Britt. They'll fire you, but who the hell cares? You're not getting paid for that job---and $15,000 will get you in ANYWHERE."

"Can't they press charges against me?"

"You think Donna would do that? Trust me, you'll get a slap on the wrist. Just act like you feel really bad, and say you were paid off by one of Mary Anne Teasdale's people. Lay the blame on her. Play the impressionable, confused teen act. It always works."

Todd could see the wheels turning in her head. "Alright," she smiled.

"Wonderful. I'll have the check drawn up just as soon as you fess up. And Britt? Don't mention this to anyone, or you'll not only never get that money, but you'll also never get into college. I run a very powerful oil company, and I am personally friends with the Ewing family. You know what kind of weight they pull. So keep your mouth shut, and not only will you get your money, but I'll be sure that the whole Ewing family puts in a good word to the college of your choice." Britt just smiled as Todd put out his cigarette, got up, and left the diner.

"Good morning Phyllis," said Bobby as he walked into the lobby. "Everything unpacked?"

"I'm going to hire a permanent moving van until you make up your mind," laughed Phyllis.

"Don't worry, this is the last move. I'm back home at Ewing Oil."

"The best thing about this," said Phyllis, "Is that I get to work with my daughter."

"I'm sure you and Janice will make a great team. You can help keep an eye on J.R. for me."

Phyllis laughed. "It will take a lot more than four eyes to keep J.R. in check."

"You're probably right," smiled Bobby. He walked into his office and called his P.I., asking him to find out who bought Magruder's land.

Lucy arrived a half-hour later to join the bustling crowd. She smiled slyly at J.R. as she walked past him and into her office.

"Another day, another opportunity," said Lucy. Good one Lucy girl. That can be your new motto, she thought with a laugh.

She buzzed Janice on the intercom and called her in to take down a dictation.

Meanwhile, J.R. sat at Judy's desk, looking through some messages. She was late that morning and he didn't have time to wait for her. It was then that he came across a piece of paper containing Jeremy Wendell's name and phone number.

"What the hell," he said. He then thought back to how Judy occasionally acted mysteriously when she was on the phone and he came in.

"Good morning J.R.," she said with a smile as she walked into the lobby.

"Judy, I have something I need to talk to you about. Why don't you come in my office."

"Anything wrong?" she said, following him.

"Why don't you tell me," said J.R., shutting the door behind them. He produced the scrap of paper and handed it to Judy. She turned almost white.

"J.R., I can explain."

"Well it damned well better be the truth. I have ways of finding out if someone is lying to me. And if they are, they'll pay for it."

"It's not what it looks like," lied Judy.

"You tell me the truth or I'll make sure you never work in this state again."

"J.R., I'm sorry. I…"

"You what?"

"I told Jeremy some stuff about Ewing Oil."

"What kind of stuff?" said J.R. angrily.

"I told him about deals and things you were planning on making."

"Damn woman…that's how Wendell beat me to some of those. Do you have any idea how much money you cost this company and me? Why the hell did you do it?"

"The pay was good," said Judy guiltily.

"Get out of this office," snapped J.R. "As of now, your career with Ewing Oil is over. You have ten minutes to pack up your things before I have security throw you out."

"J.R., please don't do this. I'm sorry."

"Go!"

Judy wiped away a tear and left the office.

Phyllis watched her and was glad she once told J.R. that hell would have to freeze over before she worked for him.

"Phyllis, come here," said J.R. from his office.

She walked in. "Yes J.R.?"

"Do you still keep in touch with Sly?"

"We talk on occasion, why?"

"Is she working anywhere now?"

"Not since Mandy Winger fired her from Dallas Dish."

"Can you get her on the phone for me?"

"Sure, give me just a second."

"Thanks Honey."

Ray could see from the caller ID box that Jenna was calling again. He didn't remember the other night very well, but he could clearly recall that they had kissed. He was drunk, he was angry, and he was lonely. So he kissed her. God, she reminded him so much of his Jenna.

Ray wiped the sweat from his brow and realized that he would have to speak with her eventually. They had to clear the air---Jenna needed to know that another kiss was not in their future. "Jenna" Ray said quickly as he picked up the phone.

"How did you know it was me?" she replied.

"Caller ID. This number has been calling constantly. Jenna, what do you want? I'm sorry about the other night."

"I'm not. I liked it."

Ray just wished she would forget it ever happened, say "OK Ray" and move on. If only things were that easy. "Jenna, please. I was drunk. It was a dumb mistake. I don't mean to be insensitive or anything, but I…I didn't mean it."

"That one's not going to work on me Ray. When we're drunk our inhibitions are LOWERED. We do things we want to do, but never have the guts too. You wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss you."

Ray tried to convince himself that she was wrong, but he knew she was right. He had wanted to kiss her. Getting drunk was just an excuse too. "Jenna, please. It's not going to happen again. Can we just keep this between us?"

At the mention of his deceased mother's name, Lucas turned the corner and started to listen in on his father's conversation.

"Ray," Jenna began, "How many secrets do you want? We kiss—can't tell, even though you and I both know we would each do it again in a second. I sure as hell would. This whole restaurant project, renovating the Cattleman's Club---everything is so damn hush hush with you."

"I told you, I was going to surprise Donna with the information about the Cattleman's Club, but now I can't tell her because of her campaign. It wouldn't help her publicity to announce that her fiancée just bought a strip club."

Lucas remembered how his father had showed him the restaurant he purchased, all those months ago, before Donna began running for mayor and she became his dad's stupid fiancée. He had completely forgotten about it, with his father not mentioning it and all. But now---this could hurt Donna? Lucas smiled.

"Ray, we need to talk. I care for you—a lot. This isn't just passion Ray, although it's sure as hell there. I know you. We've been working together for a long time now. You know me, and I know you. And I know that you're attracted to me."

"I can't have this conversation right now," Ray said, frustrated, as he slammed down the phone. But he knew Jenna was right.

All the while, Lucas just smiled. He couldn't wait to see Donna.

Mandy Winger sat down in her chair while the makeup artists fixed her up for the second half of the show.

"We're on in five," came the voice of the director.

"Damn," said Mandy, sipping her water. Her mind had been off track all day, due to her thinking about J.R. She wondered why he hadn't called. Did he not still have any feelings for her?

She took another sip of her water while the hairstylist brushed her hair. Personal space was something she definitely didn't have much of around here.

Mandy walked out onto the stage and looked out at the audience—surprisingly small, but she hoped her following would grow. Soon she'd be famous all throughout Dallas.

The director gave her the signal. "We're back with Dallas Dish. Before the break we met with Bootsy, who confessed to her ex-boyfriend, Carl, that five years ago after she left town, she had his baby."

"That is not my baby!" said Carl angrily. "Me and Bootsy never even slept together."

"Like hell we didn't," said Bootsy, twirling a long string of bleached blonde hair around her finger. "You couldn't wait to get me in bed on our first date."

"Carl," said Mandy, "we're going to give you the proof you need. As you know, before the show we performed a paternity test. We have the results right here." Mandy pulled out a brown envelope from her pocket.

The audience was quiet.

"Then let's get this show on the road," said Bootsy, smacking her gum.

Mandy smiled. "Carl, you are the baby's father."

"What! Like hell I am! I wouldn't sleep with that bitch!"

"Watch who you call a bitch…and you sucked in bed."

"No, you did…literally."

Bootsy sprang from her chair and ran to Carl where she began slapping and clawing at him. Two members of the stage crew ran out and pulled her off of him.

Mandy got the signal for a commercial. "And we'll be right back after this commercial break."

She walked backstage as the fight continued on. "God this is depressing," she said, sipping on her water.

Roy Ralston walked out. "Mandy, this is beautiful, absolutely beautiful."

"Roy, this is…trashy."

"But that's what the audience wants…trash."

"Whatever you say Roy. It's your show. You're the producer."

"It's our show."

"We're on in thirty seconds," came the director's voice.

Mandy let out a long sigh as she walked back onstage. She couldn't wait to get back to her penthouse and take a nice, long, soak in the Jacuzzi.

"Well, hello Pam, what are you doing here?" said J.R.

"I'm here to see my husband. Where is he?"

"In his office."

"Thanks." Pam walked through the lobby, said hi to Phyllis, and knocked on Bobby's door.

"Come in."

She opened it and walked in, noticing the look of surprise on Bobby's face. "Hello Bobby."

"Hi Pam."

She took a seat in the chair in front of his desk. "Bobby, I need to talk to you."

"Good. I think we need to talk."

"How should I start…Okay. I honestly believe Katherine has amnesia. I've spent enough time with her to know."

"Do I need to remind you that Katherine is a master of trickery and deceit?"

"I'm perfectly aware of Katherine's history, but I know she isn't faking."

"Okay, then that's settled. You can leave Katherine and move back to Southfork."

"No. I want you to drop the charges against her."

Bobby's jaw dropped. "I'm sorry Pam, but I can't do that."

"Please. I'm begging you. Katherine can't go to jail…not when she has no memory of who she was."

"You know what. The Pam I used to know would have never let Katherine come between us. The Pam I used to know would have done anything to keep us together."

"She is my sister for crying out loud! She's been so good, so sweet, the past few weeks. She's the sister I've always wanted but never had."

"She's a time bomb waiting to explode. You're in danger anytime you're around her."

"For the last time, will you drop the charges?"

"No."

"Then I don't have anything else to discuss with you Bobby Ewing." She left the office and slammed the door behind her.

Kim finished briefing Christopher on Karen's past, carefully leaving out the part of the baby given up for adoption. She thought it best to leave that to Karen. She also told him she knew the address of Zack's apartment, which was most likely where he was keeping Karen…or at least she hoped.

"Is he dangerous?"

"What? Oh. I don't know, he could be armed."

"We'll have to be careful."

"Why don't you call the police?"

"I don't want the police to get involved…too much publicity. I don't want the whole state to know that my wife has a drug problem."

"Had a drug problem. We don't know that Zack did anything to her."

"I pray you're right," said Christopher.

"Let's get going. The sooner we get Karen, the better."

"What are these?" Donna's eyes screamed with hurt and betrayal. She was holding the pamphlets that Todd had slipped into the recent campaign mailings. Pamphlets that had seriously maligned her.

Todd couldn't bear to look at her. He wished his guilt and his conscience could just be ripped out of his body. He tried to keep all his thoughts on his fortune. He would do anything to keep it.

"Todd, what are these?" Donna looked straight at him. He couldn't tell if it was pure anger or near tears that layered beneath her voice.

"I don't know. I honestly don't know. Donna, I'm so sorry."

"These were with those mailings you sent out. What happened!"

Before Todd could mutter another word, nor put a more sympathetic and innocent look on his face, Britt stepped forward. "I'm sorry Donna."

Donna spun around to face her. "What?"

"I did those mailings. Todd gave them to me to finish. He had to take a phone call or something." Todd was pleasantly surprised. Paying off Britt had worked. He tried to act surprised as Britt continued. "Donna, I feel really bad."

"Well, that's a big consolation" Donna's words with laced were sarcasm. "Why Britt? I thought you cared about this campaign."

"I DO. It's just….er…" Britt's eyes motioned toward the image of Mary Anne Teasdale, who had just come onto the nearby television screen with a campaign ad. Coincidentally, the ad was none too flattering towards Donna.

"Mary Anne had something to do with this?" Donna said with shock.

"Doesn't surprise me" Mavis Anderson interjected, "She's a snake." All Todd could think were that things were going perfectly.

Britt couldn't look into Donna's eyes. "She paid me. Well, someone she worked for paid me to put those in. I'm sorry Donna, it's just it was so hard to say no. I have to pay for college…."

Donna was so angry, she couldn't even move. "Just go" were the only words uttered from her mouth. Britt did so.

After a few minutes of dead silence, Donna simply said. "Please don't let this go beyond this room. If we throw accusations, it's going to cause more trouble. Just let it lie." A Pause. "But if there is anyone else here who is not 100% committed to this campaign, please leave as well."

Todd once again tried to get rid of his guilt.

"Sly, it's good to see you again," said J.R.

"Good to see you too J.R., but it hasn't been that long."

"What can I say, I missed you. Now, I'm gonna cut to the chase. I want you back as my secretary. I'm willing to top your previous salary here by 10%."

"Say no more J.R. I'd love to work for you again."

"Wonderful, can you start right now?"

"I'd like nothing better." Sly smiled and began to walk out of the office.

"Oh, and Sly."

"Yes?"

"Welcome back."

She smiled and left the office.

J.R. walked into Bobby's office. "Hey Bob, found out who bought that land yet?"

"Nope. My connection hasn't got back to me yet. Shouldn't take long though, it's not like it's top secret."

"Bobby, I'm sorry to interrupt," said Phyllis suddenly, "but this just came for you."

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure, why don't you open it." Bobby took the envelope, opened it, and read the letter inside. "There was one for you too J.R., I put it on your desk," said Phyllis.

"It's an invitation to the Oil Baron's Ball."

"Hopefully not taking place on a damned boat this year," said J.R. sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact, it is," said Lucy walking into the office with hers.

"Oh Gawd," said J.R. "Don't tell me this is some sort of new tradition. I almost got killed last time…and poor Anita lost her life in that fire. There's no way you'll get me back on that boat."

"I'm not going either," said Bobby. "If Pam doesn't go with me, there's no use in me going."

"I enjoyed myself," said Lucy. "I don't know about you two, but I'm going. Somebody has to represent Ewing Oil. If I have to do it, then so be it."

"Lucy, last time we all went off gallivanting on the sea, your no-good father managed to lose Ewing Oil to that witch Abby. Which, might I add, is why you're here right now. We'd all have been much better off if we'd skipped that cruise altogether."

"You might have," said Lucy, "but I think I came out on top. Ta-ta J.R." Lucy walked out of the office.

"Maybe I will go," said Bobby. "A little sun couldn't hurt."

"Well who the hell would watch Ewing Oil if we all go?"

"It's just three days J.R. Ewing Oil can practically watch itself."

"I'm sure it would do a better job of watching itself than Gary did."

"Well, you have time to think about it. It's still two weeks away."

Sue Ellen tried to focus on the bright light of the moon so she would stop staring at Cliff. They had been enjoying a wonderful dinner together, and it reminded Sue Ellen of the time, all those years ago, when they were on the brink of marriage. How could she have let J.R. woo her back? Cliff was such a wonderful man. If only she had stayed with him, perhaps things---life---would have turned out differently.

"Sue Ellen, this was a wonderful evening."

Sue Ellen looked into his eyes and smiled. "I feel the same. I'm glad you're not dead."

Both just looked at each other in silence for a moment and realized the absurdity of that statement, and just burst out laughing.

As their laughing subsided, they continued to stare into each other's eyes. Cliff was transfixed by Sue Ellen. His mind too raced back to the time they spent together years ago.

On impulse, Cliff stuck his hand out across the table, and Sue Ellen placed hers in it. Cliff gave it a little squeeze, as if to indicate how he felt. Sue Ellen was compliant.

Perhaps its time to make amends for past mistakes, Sue Ellen thought to herself.

It was shortly after eight when the shrill ring of his phone jolted Todd awake. He felt like just crawling back to bed and sleeping forever, but realized that the call could be important. He was surprised when he heard Bobby Ewing's voice on the other end.

"Todd! It's Bobby. I haven't talked to you in ages."

"I know, it seems like it has been forever. I think both our lives have gotten a little bit crazy. I did talk to Christopher, right before he left town. I think he was going to pick up Karen or something. We didn't talk for long, in any case."

After some polite chit-chat, Bobby said "Well, there is actually another reason, aside from catching up, as to why I called. I was wondering if you would be interested in a joint business venture, between Ewing Oil and April Oil."

The thought of money brightened Todd's mood. "Hmmm….sounds interesting. What's the deal all about?"

"Why don't we have lunch, say tomorrow or the next day? We can talk the details over then."

"OK Bobby."

Bobby Ewing said his goodbye, and then picked up the phone. He was going to have to make a very difficult phone call.

Pam was still upset with Bobby as she tried to explain to Katherine why she shouldn't go out in public right now. She didn't know what to say except for the truth, which she could not do. The doorbell sounded and Pam looked out through the peephole.

"Oh my God, it's the police," she said.

"Who is it?" asked Katherine, walking into the foyer.

"Katherine, I can't explain right now, but you have to hide. Go upstairs. If anyone comes up, don't let them find you."

"Why? What's wrong? Pam, you're scaring me."

"Just go."

Katherine went upstairs. As soon as she was out of site, Pam opened the door.

"Hello Officer," said Pam. "Is anything wrong?"

"We have a warrant for the arrest of Katherine Wentworth. Is she here?"

"No, I'm afraid she isn't. Katherine left this morning rather quickly. I haven't heard from her since."

"Do you know where she might have gone?"

"No I don't, but I'm really worried about her. She's dangerous to herself and others and needs to be behind bars. If you find her, please, let me know."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Pamela Barnes Ewing, her sister."

"Mind if we see some ID?"

"Not at all." Pam walked into the hall and brought back her driver's license.

The officer checked it. "Mrs. Ewing, we'll have to leave an officer behind to check out the house, just to be sure."

"Fine," she said.

The first officer motioned to another to enter the house and informed him to check in with them if he found anything. The rest got into two police cars and drove away.

Katherine, I hope you're hidden, thought Pam.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

"I might take a glass of iced tea if you have any," replied the officer.

"Coming right up." Pam watched as he walked upstairs and she ran to get the tea, then followed him up. "Here you go."

"Thanks," he said as he entered Katherine's bedroom.

Katherine saw them from the closet and tried to hide herself behind the hanging clothes. Pam, what is going on? Why are the police here and why am I hiding from them?

Pam saw some movement inside the closet, luckily, the officer didn't. She held her breath as he walked toward the closet. What now, she thought.

Suddenly, the police officer's cellphone rang and he answered it. A few seconds later, he closed it back up. "Well Mrs. Ewing, it looks like someone spotted someone resembling your sister near the Dallas Galleria. I'm going there to check it out."

Pam breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks. Just keep me posted."

"Will do."

The officer left the room and Pam opened the closet door.

"Pam! What was that all about?"

"It…was all a mistake. I'll try to explain later. Okay?"

"That's fine. I'm just glad they're gone."

Pam walked downstairs to make sure the cop had gone. "Damn it Bobby. You called the police, even after I asked you to drop the charges."

Donna came home exhausted. It had been a long harrowing day. When she saw Lucas running towards her, she hated to admit it, but she wasn't exactly thrilled to see him.

"Hi Lucas," she said "How was your day?" "OK. Dad had a bad one though."

"Why's that?"

"Well, that strip club he's been working on…."

"What?" Donna was sure she heard Lucas incorrectly.

"You know, the strip club that Dad bought. He's going to turn it into a restaurant or something." Lucas was enjoying this. He knew that Donna had no idea that Ray had bought the Cattleman's Club.

Donna was in a bit of shock. She was hesitant to believe Lucas---he was just causing trouble again. Donna had neither the time nor the patience to deal with it. She was about to smile and brush off the comment when Ray walked into the hall from the kitchen.

"Hey Honey," Ray said.

"Hi yourself," Donna said back. "Lucas here was just telling me a pretty colorful tale about you buying some strip club." She laughed as she said it, indicating that she knew it was all a joke. Ray didn't laugh, or even smile. Instead, his face turned ghost white and a look of guilt crossed his eyes. Donna sensed this immediately.

"Lucas, can you excuse your dad and I for a sec?" Donna asked politely. Knowing trouble was about to brew, Lucas was more than happy to exit.

"Ray, is this true?" Donna was getting heated.

"Donna, its not like it sounds like…I can explain."

"Oh great! It is true. You bought a strip club. You've got to be kidding me. Ray, what the hell were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I wanted to do something special. Is that so bad? Seems like you do it all the time!"

"And buying some sleaze joint is real special. Do you know what this will do to my campaign?"

"Well its obvious what you're first concern around here is. And I'm turning it into a restaurant, for your information. It's not a strip club anymore---its going to be the Cattleman's Club, just like it used to be."

"Well that's real noble Ray, but you could have told me!" Donna was getting really angry, and Ray was responding in kind. Neither had had a wonderful day. "WE are supposed to be a unit here, and consult each other over big decisions. You didn't even tell me about this---your SON had too."

"If you're so big into consulting, we could have talked a little more before you decided to become Ms. Prime Candidate."

"You told me you wouldn't have a problem if I ran! We discussed this—now don't turn things around!" Donna was yelling now.

"Well maybe that's how things need to be turned!" Ray screamed back, grabbed his hat and stormed out of the house. Donna neither raced after him, nor moved. She simply cried.

Karen was dizzy as she got out of bed. Zack had left a few minutes before, leaving behind her heroin fix. She looked longingly at the syringe, but went to another target. Zack had left his gun in the room. Karen grabbed it and checked to see if it was loaded. Thankfully, it was. When Zack returned, she'd be ready.

She heard a voice outside and panicked before steadying herself in front of the door. She aimed the gun and waited for it to open…

Meanwhile, Christopher and Kim stood outside of the door of Zack's apartment.

"Ready?" said Kim.

"I'm not knocking or anything. He's going to be taken by surprise."

Christopher grabbed the doorknob, it was unlocked. He slammed open the door and ran in.

At the same time, Karen fired the gun…

Jenna Evans quickly opened the door to her small apartment upon the first loud bang to her front door. Probably not the smartest move in her neighborhood, but she had a feeling who it was. She opened the door to find an angry, hurt and sober Ray at her front door.

"Ray…." But before she could say anything he was kissing her passionately.

Miss Ellie and Clayton were getting ready to retire for the night. While Clayton was in the bathroom, Ellie noticed a long package on her bed. She went to inspect it more closely, and surmised that Theresa had put it there earlier, for Ellie had not been home, let alone up to her bedroom all day.

She quickly opened the package without even thinking, and was aghast to see a large clumping of dead flowers inside. On top of them lay a small card. Ellie picked it up, and gasped as she scanned over the following words:

Roses are Red
Violets Are Blue
These ones are dead
Soon you'll be too

Downstairs in the living room, Bobby and J.R. were discussing a possible business venture when Theresa entered and said, "Mr. Ewing, Asher is here to see you."

"Send him in."

"Asher?" said J.R.

"My P.I. Looks like we're about to get some answers about that land and who bought it."

"Bobby, I found out the name of the company who bought the land across from Southfork."

"Company?"

"Yes, company." Bobby stood up. "I think you should sit down for this one," said Asher.

"Why? Who is it?"

Asher hesitated, irritating both J.R. and Bobby.

"A company by the name of Jock Ewing Enterprises"

Bobby and J.R. looked at each other, staring in disbelief.

"Oh my God."

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