With: Neil Lancaster Katherine Wentworth Kurt McKinney Kimberly Beam-Lancaster Grace Ewing Roy Ralston Tiffany Lancaster and Jenna Evans Written by: Jesse Murray and Justin Stiles Special Thanks To: Kristin Cashmere Chad Cox Rebecca Herr Karin Schill and Andy Smithers

The Ewing Jet Pamela sobbed more and let the arm that was holding the gun fall. She didn't look at Katherine—didn't want to. Carefully, Pam stepped over her body and made her way to the cockpit. Once there, she aimed the gun at the pilot, who was already quite shaky. Four words came from her mouth. “Turn the jet around.” The pilot saw the gun and obeyed her command. Pam collapsed into the co-pilot's seat and stared blankly through the front glass of the jet. She didn't want to go back into the back—she couldn't go back there. The pilot sweated profusely, not believing what he had just heard. Was Katherine dead? “Going in for a landing,” he said. Pam braced herself as the jet lost altitude. Her stomach was sick; not because of the flight, but because of what she had just done. She didn't even want to THINK about it. “Oh God,” she muttered. The jet touched ground and came to a screeching halt on the runway. Outside, Pam was relieved to see Bobby, but there were several policemen with him. The hatch came open and Pam threw the gun down and ran out to Bobby. She collapsed onto him in a fit of tears. “Oh Bobby. Bobby, I killed her. She's dead,” Pam sobbed. “Get down!” came a scream from behind them. On instinct, Bobby pulled Pam to the ground. Katherine was standing in the hatch of the jet. Her shirt was red with blood and she was holding the gun, aiming it out at them. Gunfire from several guns deafened Pam as Bobby held her close to him. The concrete dug into Pam's hands, but she pulled herself against it and Bobby. On the jet, Katherine took ten more hits from the policemen's guns. Finally, she fell to the ground and the policemen lowered the guns. Cautiously, one walked to Katherine and felt for a pulse. “She's dead,” he confirmed. Pam cried harder and soon, her world went black. Southfork Ranch Where were his parents? Christopher thought it strange for Bobby and Pam to be out for so long, especially with Grace so small. Still, he enjoyed watching his baby sister. He never really knew what it was like to have a sibling. There was always Lucas, but he didn't know that his real dad was Bobby, not Ray. Christopher was not about to spill those beans. Putting Grace down into her crib, Christopher couldn't help but think of Megan. What was he going to do? If everything came out into the open about Karen, at the trial, Pamela Rebecca would surely use that to gain full custody of his daughter. He pictured the headlines: Ewing Custody Battle Lost Over Ewing Wife's Heroin Past Christopher couldn't let that happen---for Karen's and his sake. What other choice was there to sell the 10% of West Star stock to J.R.? He had a lot of influence in Dallas---he could win the court case for Christopher. But that was still no guarantee that Karen's drug problems wouldn't be brought up by Pamela Rebecca---did she already know? He couldn't deal with this. It was too much, all at once. Seeing that Grace was asleep, Christopher slipped out into the hall and made his way downstairs. No one was in the living room. Rubbing his temples as he entered the room, Christopher made himself a drink. Nothing like a little vodka to calm his nerves. He didn't hear J.R. when he entered the room shortly after. “Well, Christopher, glad to see you.” J.R.'s tone was laced with sarcasm and contempt. He had just come from the hospital---Mandy was not doing well. J.R. was furious---why now? Everything was going so well. It looked like he might actually find some happiness with Mandy. There was never another woman that made him feel the way she did. Damn it, why now? “What do you want?” Christopher asked, short-tempered. He poured himself another drink. “Whoa, you sure belted that one down—been taking lessons from your Aunt Sue Ellen?” Christopher shot J.R. a contemptuous look. J.R. continued. “I want that West Star stock.” “I'm working on it.” “Work faster. I don't make idle threats, Christopher. Your wife's little problem is going to be front page headlines real soon if you don't get the ball rolling.” Christopher debated whether to tell him that he already HAD the 10%, and could sign it over at any moment. There had to be another way than to resort to J.R. He just needed to think---it was so damn hard though. Everything was getting to him. He just needed another drink: it calmed him, helped him think more clearly. He'd have another drink, and then he would know how to handle J.R. It would all become clear. “Please J.R.,” he asked, a tone of vulnerability showing, “just give me a little more time. Kaitlin is going to sign it over to me any day now. She just needs to get some things in order.” “You better not be lying, boy. I'm not in a good mood right now, and don't want to be playing any games. I want that stock, pronto.” Christopher grabbed the bottle of vodka from the table, and quickly headed toward the door. “You'll get it,” he muttered as he left the room, “just be patient.” “Patience is something I'm in short order of these days, boy.” J.R. responded. But his words were lot on Christopher. He was already upstairs, in his room with the bottle. Karen was gone. It was all he needed. Later at Southfork Sue Ellen didn't know what she was going to say to anyone. After all, she hadn't seen them since yesterday's disaster. It was too much for her to handle: the humiliation of Cliff's rejection, and then the kiss with Jack. She was so confused: why had he done that? The bastard had taken advantage of her vulnerability! But she enjoyed it. She tried to deny it, but she couldn't. What did Jack want? It was all too scary—she didn't want to be hurt again. She had called John Ross earlier and let him know that she was OK, and would be home later. It would be easier facing the family at night—she could talk to them one on one. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to see J.R. Sue Ellen was relieved to see the warm smile of Donna descending the stairs as she entered the foyer. “Hey,” Donna said. “How are you?” Sue Ellen sighed, and gave an empty laugh. “I've been better.” “You want to talk about anything?” “Maybe….no, not right now. Thank you, Donna. I just need to get myself settled back into a routine.” Sue Ellen paused. “It was just very hurtful, I guess.” Neither woman noticed J.R., fresh from his chat with Christopher, lurking in the living room. Donna reached out and touched Sue Ellen's hand. “Of course it is, Sue Ellen. I'm sure there are a million things running through your head. I know how you feel…” Donna quickly corrected herself. “Or, I think I understand. Ray and I are having some problems of our own.” J.R.'s mood brightened considerably upon hearing this. Sue Ellen was not expecting this. “What happened?” “Things are just a little bit sour right now. Same old stuff that we've always had to deal with, just getting rehashed.” “Are you staying here?” “Temporarily, yes. Miss Ellie was kind enough to let me.” Now it was Sue Ellen's turn to console. “You're family, you know you're always welcome.” “Thanks,” Donna smiled. “But I'm more concerned that you're gonna be OK. I know Cliff hurt you, but you did the right thing by walking away. Shows that you're nobody's victim.” “Thanks, but I just wish I didn't have to show it in the first place.” “Wounds heal, although they take time. The tough part is waiting for them to get better.” Donna patted Sue Ellen's hand again as she made her way for the back hallway. “Let me know if I can do anything.” Sue Ellen gave her a thankful smile, while J.R.'s smile was one of triumph. That whole Jenna fiasco was worth something---Ray obviously told her he slept with Jenna. Now, two of J.R. least favorite people were separated. He wondered if that was the story that Donna was telling everyone—“old problems rehashed.” He knew the real story. He didn't have any evidence anymore, but he was sure the papers would still appreciate that little tidbit of gossip. He made a note to himself to take care of that as soon as possible. J.R. heard Sue Ellen ascending the steps. No reason she should retire without his offering some congratulations. He stepped out of the living room, his condescending tone causing Sue Ellen to spin around. “Quick honeymoon darlin?” Sue Ellen shot him a look to kill. “Shut up.” “I told you that idiot Barnes was no good marrying material. Shoulda listened to me. Man's a fool and always will be one.” “I am not in the mood for this J.R.” Sue Ellen said firmly. “Alright, alright. Don't need to get all huffy now. Just wanted to make sure that you knew what a fool you made out of yourself yesterday. Once again, you made a poor choice in men, Sue Ellen.” “The primary example of which is you,” she quickly retorted back. “I'm sure it's gonna be real fun at the office tomorrow, seeing your ex and everything.” J.R. bounced back quickly. His words were laced with malice. “Gosh, might be so hard you'll have to leave. Boy, I bet if I walked into any bar right down there by Main Street, I'd see you curled up, like the regular lush you are. Surprised you're not there now.” He flashed his wicked grin. Sue Ellen response was quick, and imbued with contempt. “You son of a bitch. Mark my words, you are going to pay for every single thing that you just said to me---that you've ever said. I hate you!” “Nice to know we have some mutual feelings left over.” Sue Ellen started up the staircase again. “Watch your back J.R. I'm going to hit you when you least expect it.” “No way darlin'---I'm always prepared. 'Specially when sloppy drunks like you are sending me signals from miles away.” Now it was Sue Ellen's turn for a malicious laugh. “There is no one in this house that knows you like I do. I know how you operate.” She was tempted to tell him her whole role in the Candela Refineries fiasco of the preceding weeks, but decided against it. J.R.'s ignorance could help her in the future. “Remember that.” With that, Sue Ellen Ewing left her ex-husband at the bottom of the stairwell as she made her way towards her room. Cally's House: Arkansas The silence of the Arkansas night was interrupted by the shrill ring of the phone. Cally quickly picked it up, not wanting it to wake Justin. She feared J.R. “Hello?” she asked, groggy. “Cally, it's Kurt. Listen, this is my one phone call, so please talk to me.” Kurt. She hadn't heard from him in weeks. What did he mean by one phone call? “Where are you? How are you? I haven't talked to you---“ Kurt quickly cut her off. “I'm in Dallas, in jail. I was arrested.” Cally's eyes bulged. “Oh my Gosh! What happened? Are you OK?” Her voice was filled with concern for her friend. On the other end of the line, Kurt couldn't believe that this was happening. Katherine was dead. His love, gone. He had been helping her for the last few weeks, helping her keep a low profile to escape all the people that were out to get her. She said she was just going out, to talk to Pam. She told him that Pam was the one person she could trust, besides him. He shouldn't have let her go! She wouldn't be dead now. And then the police came, and handcuffed him, and told him that she was dead, and the world seemed to go insane. He was thrown in a jail cell, but he remained hysterical. Hours later, they told him he could make his call. He had no one else to call BUT Cally. She was his only friend, now that Katherine was gone. “I was helping the woman I love. The police seem to think that's illegal.” Kurt was none too found of law enforcement at that moment. “Kurt, this is really confusing. Were you helping out a fugitive?” Cally was trying to make sense of everything. “They call her a fugitive, but she wasn't. They were all wrong. They didn't know her like I knew her…” His eyes started to well up with tears. “What can I do?” It was pointless to have him explain this all on the phone. She would find out. He was too hysterical to talk any sense. “I need you to bail me out.” Cally's silence indicated her uneasiness. How was she supposed to bail him out? She had nothing. “Please Cally. You're the only person I've got.” He needed her. “How much is it?” “$10,000,” he responded. Her mouth dropped. “Kurt, I don't have that kind of money. I can't put that up…” “Cally, please, you've got to help me. You're all I've got.” “I want to help you, but I can't. I don't have that money.” Kurt didn't seem to be listening. “I've got to go. They're making me get off the phone now. Please, please help me. Come to Dallas at least. I need someone.” Before she could respond, he had hung up. What was she going to do? Kurt needed her. He was one of her best friends---one of her only friends. He'd do the same for her. But where was she going to get that money? And go back to Dallas---J.R. was there! Cally put the receiver back on the cradle and curled back up in bed. She'd help Kurt, somehow. She swore to herself she would, no matter what it took. Next Page