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Blackmail
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Donna's Headquarters
The beginnings of her fantasy were interrupted by the high pitched ring of her cell phone. Reaching into her purse, she answered “Hello?” “Sue Ellen, I need your help…I don't know what I'm gonna do….I got this notice in the mail….” It was Cally. She was hysterical. “Whoa, whoa. Cally, slow down. What's wrong?” Sue Ellen was alarmed but tried to keep in control. “I got a something in the mail…..I'm gonna be evicted…Sue Ellen, I don't have any money…I don't have any place ta go…..” Cally's southern drawl was only heightened by her near hysteria. “Calm down, Cally. Did you miss a rent payment?” “I was two months late.” “Why didn't you tell me you needed money Cally? I could have helped you!” “I don't take handouts.” That was made implicitly clear, despite the sobbing. “It's not a handout, it's helping out a friend.” “What am I gonna do, though? This is a real fancy legal notice and everything…I have to be out by the end of the week. I don't have the money to contest it..” “I do.” “I can't do that…” “Then don't. Move to Dallas. I'll find you a place.” “I don't have any money, though! Oh my God, what am I gonna tell Justin…” “Cally, listen to me. You can stay at Southfork. You're always welcome there.” “With J.R.? No way!” “OK, valid point,” Sue Ellen realized that would almost be inhuman to ask Cally to move into Southfork. She would kill J.R. before a week was over. It would be wonderful to have Cally in Dallas, though, Sue Ellen thought to herself. “What if I could find another place for you, here in Dallas. For nothing?” “I'd probably say yes. I've got no where else to go.” “I'll call you later….let me work on this. In the meantime, calm down. Nothing is going to happen to you, or Justin. Too many of us care about you to let anything happen.” Cally sniffled loudly. “Th….thanks,” she managed to muster. Sue Ellen hung up the phone, her mind racing a million miles per hour. Southfork was not an option for Cally, but there was one place where she could stay for free, and Sue Ellen had a strong notion that she had just the ace to play to get Cally there. She quickly grabbed her coat and left the conference room. She spotted Cliff across the room, saying goodbye to Donna. She managed to intercept him on his way towards the door. “Cliff….wait. I need to ask you something.” Cliff immediately looked her in the eyes. Was this the forgiveness that he had been waiting for? He hoped. “Is everything OK?” “They can be, if you help me out. I need to ask a favor.” Cliff was prepared to do anything, his guilt over hurting her was so great. “What do you need?” “A place to stay,” Sue Ellen quickly responded. “Not for me, but for Cally. She's going to be evicted…it's this long mess. Anyway, you have that guesthouse in the back of your property. No one is using it.” “So you want Cally to stay there?” “Yes. I would really appreciate it.” Would Afton be OK with this? Oh screw Afton, Cliff thought to himself. He owed this to Sue Ellen. Plus, he would love to see J.R.'s face….”Sure,” Cliff quickly stated. “Ah! Great!” Sue Ellen gave him a quick little hug, but pulled herself back. It made Cliff feel a million times better. “I appreciate this very much.” She looked him directly in the eye, and Cliff knew that he was just a little bit closer to being forgiven.
“Well, Donna, settled in I see.” It was J.R. He was standing in the doorway. “How did you get in here?” “I'm J.R. Ewing. I go where I want.” “Do you have something you want to discuss?” Donna was not in the mood for J.R. His visit was probably not a good omen of her term to come. “No, just wanted to congratulate you. I've gotta hand it to you, I wasn't expecting you to win.” “Well, I suppose I should be flattered.” “I'm just telling the truth, Donna. You're a good woman, and Dallas needs someone like you at the helm.” J.R.'s sincerity was questionable. Donna wondered what exactly was going on. J.R. was never complimentary unless he wanted something. “Is there something that you want? This isn't like you.” “Just wanted to offer a friendly welcome to the political world of Dallas. And I just wanted to remind you of how important Ewing Oil is to our family….you're a Ewing, after all.” J.R. wanted to throw up after saying that, but it served a purpose. “Are you trying to coerce me into something J.R.? Get me on Ewing Oil's team, so that I let anything they do slip by the law and whatnot? It's not going to work. I told you already….you're dirty dealing days are over.” “Well it's nice to see that you appreciate your family's support so much.” “It's your support that I question, J.R.” “Well, if you're so interested in dirty dealing, why don't you look at your idiot campaign manager? Did you know that Barnes bought that huge piece of land across from Southfork and is threatening to drill it for oil? What do you think that would do to mama?” “I find that very hard to believe,” Donna replied, exasperated. “Well, believe it. Bought it from Jack a few weeks ago.” “Even if Cliff did, he'd never do anything about it. Pam would never forgive him.” “He's too much of an idiot to care!” J.R. put his Stetson back on. “Well, honey, just don't say I didn't welcome you.” He briskly walked out. Donna rolled her eyes, and scanned the paperwork before her. She hoped this wasn't a sign of things to come.
“Hello?” Cally answered timidly on the third ring. It was as if she was still very shaken up. “Cally, it's Sue Ellen. How are you?” “I could be better, I guess.” She paused. “Justin's fine though. I haven't told him yet.” “Well, your problems are solved. I've talked to Cliff, and you and Justin can stay in the guesthouse that he keeps on the back of his property. It's pretty large, for a guesthouse. A little smaller than the place you have now.” That wasn't saying much, Sue Ellen thought to herself. “You've talked to Cliff? And he's OK with that?” “Yes.” “I can't believe that! I think I've talked to Cliff once, not including your wedding. Maybe its cuz he hates J.R. so much.” “I think he just wanted to help you out.” “And it's OK? Are you sure?” “He never uses it. He has told me himself that it's fine and he'd love for you and Justin to stay there. It's totally fine.” “Oh my goodness! Sue Ellen I owe you so much. Thank you.” Her words were sincere. “You don't owe me anything. But get packing….I'm going to send the Clifford Group jet out to pick everything of yours up in a few days. That way it will be easy for you to move into Cliff's.” Cally wanted to cry, she was so touched.
“Ray?” It was Jenna. She was in the doorway.
Jenna Evans strode towards his desk. It was time. “I'm leaving Dallas.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I'm leaving Dallas. Today's my last day. I'll finish the day working here, but after that, I'm gone.”
“Jenna…why?” Ray was in shock.
“Are you really that thick?” Her face grew beet red with anger. “Do you know what you've put me through? I love you Ray! And you discarded me because of your own screwed up mid-life crisis!” She was flailing her arms and head in anger.
Ray could just watch in silence.
“Good. Don't say anything. Don't do anything, just like you haven't for the past few months, except when it's convenient!” There was an awkward silence. Jenna finally ended the matter with coldness: “Don't even bother coming out of this office. After tonight, I'm gone.” She made her way to the door, and turned around just before exiting. “You've lost it with Donna, but you had a chance at something with me. You screwed that up too. Guess that makes you just a loser.”
With that, Jenna Evans slammed the door on Ray Krebbs forever.
The phone rang again, leaving Cally to wonder who was calling. “Hello?” she picked up, clutching the phone under her chin.
“Hey honey, how's it going?” It was J.R.
“Fine.” Cally's response was cold, firm and to the point.
“When are you going to bring my boy back to Dallas?” He was waiting for her to bring up the eviction notice. After all, he bought her house and kicked her out.
Cally supposed she should tell him. He was going to find out anyway. “Sooner rather than later, actually. We're moving to Dallas.”
“What?” J.R. feigned surprise.
“Some financial issues have caused this. This has nothing to do with you.” J.R. wanted to correct her so badly---Actually honey, it IS because of me that you're coming to Dallas. He figured it was not wise to do so, lest he be exposed.
“Should I tell mama to prepare two more beds at Southfork?”
“Southfork? Not on your life!”
“Well where are you proposing to stay? Everyone you know in this town lives here.”
“Not everyone. Cliff has volunteered his guest house.” Cally smiled triumphantly on the other end of the line. That ought to get him.
“What? Barnes? What the hell are you talking about?” Why was that idiot popping up everywhere in his life.
“Sue Ellen was kind enough to ask him.” That's just what J.R. needed to hear—his other bimbo ex-wife meddling in his affairs.
“I don't want you saying there. I don't want that idiot Barnes anywhere near my boy.”
“Well, it's too bad, because we're moving in.”
“And you think that crippled ex-wife of his is going to like that?”
“Who's that?” Cally was curious. She didn't know whom he was talking about.
“Afton. The one that broke up Cliff and Sue Ellen's wedding.”
“Well, I don't know. Cliff was the one that gave the offer.” Cally piped in, “She'd be easier to live with than you.” With that, she hung up.
J.R. slammed down the phone. Damn that Barnes! Won't he ever go away!?
Had it only been a year since Jenna's death? It had seemed like so much longer to her. She felt Bobby tugging on her arm and she snapped back into reality.
“You okay there Pam?”
“Yes, I'm fine. Bobby, before we go find this house, there's something else I need to do.”
A half-hour later, after a stop by a floral shop, Pam found herself standing before a grave in a Paris cemetery. Alexander Marcus Graison the tombstone read.
She kneeled down and traced her finger across the name. “Oh my baby. I wish I had known about you before this happened.”
Pam placed the flowers on the grave and adjusted them, before standing up and turning to Bobby. He put his arm around her.
“Pam, there's someone I need to say hi to as well.” Pam nodded, realizing who it was, and she let Bobby approach the grave himself.
Not far from Alexander's grave was the final resting place of April Stevens Ewing. She'd been murdered in Paris over eight years ago and had been buried here. He kneeled down in front of the tombstone and began to speak; the hurt became clearly present in his eyes.
“April, you know there's not a day that goes by that I don't think about you. We could have been together…started our own family…been happy. But things turned out like they did…” Bobby wiped away a tear that was trickling down his cheek. “I'm with Pam now, but I think you know that. You always knew that Pam held a special place in my heart and now we're together again.” Bobby smiled. “We even had that baby I always wanted. A little girl…her name is Rebecca Grace. And in a way, I've got another son too. I think you know him…it's Todd, the son you gave up for adoption so long ago. He's a great guy…I think you would be proud of the man he's turned into. I'm just sorry you never got to see him like he is now. I'm watching out for him though, just like I know you'd want me to.”
Bobby turned to see Pam standing near the car, and then he reminded himself what they were really here for. “Look April, I have to go now…I have to help Pam out with something.” He kissed his fingers and touched them to the tombstone. “I love you April.”
He quickly stood up and walked back to Pam. “I know being here is never easy for you Bobby,” she said.
“I'll live. But, let's focus on the task at hand. Did you bring the address?”
“Of course.” Pam handed Bobby the address as they walked across the green hillside, back to the rental car.
“This isn't that far away, if my Paris geography serves me right.” Bobby got into the car and shifted it into drive, leaving the Paris cemetery behind.
As the movers were unloading the last of the things, Cally looked up to see Sue Ellen's car pull by the driveway. Sue Ellen got out, a large smile on her face. Jack got out of the front seat, and Lucy jubilantly jumped out of the backseat.
“Hey Cally!” Lucy screamed. Cally caught Afton rolling her eyes.
Lucy, Jack and Sue Ellen all strode over to Cally. Jack was the only one to acknowledge Afton. Cally guessed that there was some sort of history between Afton and Lucy.
“Thanks for coming guys! Looks like the movers are almost done.” Cally smiled.
“Where's Justin?” Jack asked.
“He's off with Cliff, probably causing trouble.” Cally turned to Afton, trying to make things smooth. “I hope Cliff's prepared to deal with him—he can be a bit of a troublemaker,” she said lightheartedly.
Afton responded deadpan: “He's got quite a history with troublemakers.” She directed her gaze towards Lucy.
“Same can be said for you, sweetie.” Lucy retorted back. Sue Ellen shot her a silencing look.
Justin came running out of the back, with Cliff trailing behind. “Hey mom! This place rules!”
All the adults greeted Justin, and he responded with a smile. “So, looks like there's not much here we can help with!” Sue Ellen stated.
“I appreciate everything you've done for me,” Cally directed her gaze toward Sue Ellen. “All of you.” She included Afton and Cliff in her sweeping gaze now. “I don't know how I'll ever repay you.”
“Come to my wedding!” Lucy gleefully announced.
The four adults all declared in unison, “What?”
“Neil and I are getting married! We can't wait any longer,” Lucy's smiled was plastered on.
“God help us,” Afton muttered under her breath.
“Lucy….I'm very happy for you.” Cliff didn't quite know what to say. It was awkward for him to have Sue Ellen and Lucy there. He had a history with both women.
“Thank you Cliff. I appreciate it.” Lucy's smile was quiet and sincere.
“Well, I need to go inside. See you all later,” Afton was dismissive as she began to wheel herself over to the front door.
“Why don't I help you with that?” Lucy said, a phony tone to her voice. Before Afton could react, she was already pushing her up the walk. Cliff tried his hardest not to crack a little smile: Afton was being such a downer, she deserved it.
As she wheeled her up the walk, Lucy quietly leveled a threat. “Give Cally her distance.”
“Excuse me?” Afton responded.
“Don't get near her. You're poison. The last thing she needs is a psycho like you screwing her up.”
“It takes one to know one, Lucy.”
“Well, I'm not the one with a gun-toting mother. But listen to me Afton, I want you to stay away from Cally. She's a good person, and hasn't done anything to you.”
“You make me out as this monster. I haven't done anything!”
“That was my mistake. I wasn't prepared for you.”
They reached the door. “Well, good luck at your wedding. I'm sure I'll be reading the divorce notices soon enough.”
“You can wish me in person. You're invited to the wedding. Don't think for a second that I want you there, but I'm inviting Cliff, and Pamela Rebecca. They are family. I wish you didn't come along with the package, but you have to pick your battles. You better be on your best behavior. Sayonara.” She pushed Afton forcefully into the house.
Margaret laughed. She was still very much excited over her mother's mayoral victory late last week. “I dunno…I guess that's just what they do.”
“But come on…this is kid stuff.”
“The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go do something fun.” Margaret continued to work studiously on their group project.
“Yeah, well I'm sure we could think of a better idea. Maybe you could pay off somebody to do this for us?” Jillian Renfro smiled at her own idea.
“Sorry, but that's my Uncle J.R.'s way, not mine.”
As if on cue, J.R. walked into the living room. “Well, hello girls.” Seeing Margaret reminded J.R. of Donna's victory.
“Hi Uncle J.R.,” Margaret responded pleasantly.
“Mr. Ewing, would you like to finish our project for us? We'd just love some help,” Jillian teased.
“I'm afraid my school days were over long ago. Now if it has anything to do with the oil business, I just might be able to help.”
“Maggie, I TOLD you we should have made an oil rig…then he could have helped us.”
Margaret rolled her eyes and continued cutting out a square from a piece of red material.
Jill offered J.R. and explanation. “The high school is putting on a Texas Pride exhibit and carnival for the elementary kids. Maggie and I are making the state flag.”
“In that case, you should've done an oil rig. If it weren't for oil, then you can bet Texas wouldn't be what it is today.”
“If it weren't for oil, then this family wouldn't be in the shape it's in today.” John Ross and Melissa were standing in the doorway of the room. He dropped his hospital suitcase onto the floor.
J.R. sighed. “John Ross, I'm not getting into this again.”
Melissa decided to play mediator. “John Ross, why don't we go upstairs and get some rest. You don't need fighting right now, especially in your condition.
“Don't mind me,” J.R. said, “I was just heading to the office…remember Ewing Oil, son?”
John Ross ignored his father and J.R. soon left the room. “John, I think it would be best for you and Uncle J.R., not to mention the rest of the family, if you two could get over your differences.”
John Ross stared in disbelief at Margaret, as she continued to work on the flag. Who was she to council the family? “Thanks Margaret, but I really don't see that happening anytime soon.”
Margaret didn't say anything else while she continued work on the Texas flag.
“Melissa, maybe your last idea wasn't such a bad one. A little rest might be what I need, but please, let's just stay away from the barn.”
Melissa winked at him, took his arm, and the two walked upstairs together.
Now, she was at the hospital to pay a visit to Dr. Benson. With his cooperation, she would have John Ross back—soon.
“Well Miss Cooper, nice to see you again,” he said as she walked into his office. “I admit, I was perplexed when I found out you were here to see me. Is something wrong with Megan?”
“Doctor, I'll cut to the chase. You're a happily married man, right?”
“Well, yes, but what does that have to do with…”
“If you are a happily married man, then why the hell did you have SEX with three different nurses here at this hospital?”
The doctor looked totally startled. Pamela Rebecca continued. “Seems with your power here at Dallas Memorial, you can put a little pressure on any of the nurses and get just about anything you want. At least that's what one of them told me…it's a shame really. These poor woman go to nursing school, hoping for a wonderful career, but they end up working for a perverted old doctor who has a fondness for a little thing called sexual harassment.” Rebecca emphasized that last word.
“I…I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Hell, we've got a regular little Bill and Monica thing going on here. It's funny…this same kind of thing happened on a soap opera just this summer, but don't worry, it's not going to end with a car careening off a cliff, into a river. No, nothing like that…”
“What do you want?”
“All you have to do is claim you goofed with Megan's blood type. Do whatever you have to do to make it appear as if she's John Ross Ewing's daughter.”
“That's sick…and twisted.”
“So is making love in scrubs in the ER, but that didn't stop you.”
“You're talking about taking that baby away from her real father.”
“That's exactly what I'm talking about.”
“I won't do it.”
“Suit yourself…I wonder if the hospital board members are here right now…and oh, what was your wife's name again? I'll want to know that when I call her…”
Dr. Benson sat up in his chair. “Very well. I'll help you, but you cannot tell anyone about this.”
“Oh, I won't. If you help me, I'll stay quiet on this forever. Here's Christopher Ewing's phone number. Call him and let him know that there was a mistake with the lab results and that Megan does not share his blood type. I'll handle the rest.”
The doctor looked at her coldly, then nodded. She waved to him and left the office. Once outside, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. “That was a lot easier than I thought it would be.”
Rebecca strode forcefully out of the building—she still had more work to do.
Just moments earlier, Christopher had signed the necessary papers and he was now waiting in the lobby for Karen to come out. It had been over two months since he'd seen her last and he'd talked on the phone minimally to her during that time.
He wondered if she'd hold any animosity toward him. Chris' thoughts kept flashing back to how she had been right before he'd left her at the rehab center—that was definitely something he didn't want a repeat of.
But, he couldn't think about that, because he was so happy to think he'd be seeing her again in just a few minutes. Seconds later, Karen walked into the lobby, with almost an ethereal quality about her.
Christopher stood up and walked toward her. They met halfway and he cradled her face in his hands. “Karen, thank God you're okay now…I love you so much.”
Karen began to cry, but they were tears of joy. “I am okay…I've got you again. Christopher, I'm so sorry about all of this—all the trouble I've caused you and the things I've put you through lately.”
“Sshh, don't say that. It's okay.” He swept her up into his arms and kissed her for what seemed like forever—it had been so long since they'd touched each other. Despite the fact that everything seemed to be going so great, Christopher still felt a great pang of guilt for leaving her in this place for so long.
“Take me back to Southfork—to our home. I just want to go home and be with you forever Honey.”
“Anything you want—you can have it.”
“I just want to be your wife. That's what makes me the happiest.”
He smiled at her. He now had his wife back, but his life was still very much centered around alcohol as he felt another strong craving.
John Ross was pleasantly surprised to see Justin at Southfork. J.R. had told him about Justin---it was his brother! Or half-brother at least. He had decided it was time to get to know Justin. He had always wanted a brother, and felt like he didn't know James at all.
They had spent the afternoon together. John Ross really liked Justin—he was a good kid. He was getting to know his interests, and his dreams. Apparently, Justin had aspirations of becoming an architect. Or an astronaut. Or a cowboy. John Ross laughed. His little brother was funny.
“So are you married?” Justin asked.
“No. I was, almost.”
“What happened?”
“Good Question,” John Ross asked himself. “I guess it was one of those times when circumstances caused problems.”
“Well, do you still want to get married?”
John Ross thought about Melissa. She had saved his life. She was beautiful. But was she Karen? He didn't even know himself.
“Good things, I hope.” She had a French accent.
“Oh, many good things. I've heard you're excellent at your job.”
“There is none better.”
“I'm looking for the best.”
“Well, you've got it. It will not be cheap, though.”
“Money isn't an issue, darlin'. Results are.”
“You'll get your results.
“Excellent. You know what to do?”
“I think I am clear. You will tell me of any changes.”
“You can sure bet I will. I'll be in touch.”
J.R. shook her hand. “When I get results, you'll get your compensation.”
“You'll get everything you wanted,” she teased in her French accent. “Perhaps even more.”
With that, Dominique slid her way out of J.R.'s office at Ewing Oil. J.R. smiled as he left. His plan was in motion.
“Bobby, this is the correct address. But Jenna's will did mention that there was a house here…maybe she was wrong?”
“We'll find out in a second. Come on.” Bobby stepped out of the car and slammed the door. He and Pam stood on the sidewalk and looked up at the multi-storied building.
“This is so strange.”
“Yeah, well with Jenna and maybe Katherine involved, there could be anything in there.”
“Bobby, oh my God…”
“What? What is it?”
“Look…at the plaque beside the door. Look at what it says…”
Bobby's eyes scanned the building until he saw it. Wentworth Limited, it read. “Wentworth? Coincidence maybe?”
Pam mentally searched for an answer. “I don't think so. I believe we can safely say that Katherine is most definitely involved in this now.”
“Knowing that doesn't put my mind at ease, by any means.” Bobby reluctantly opened the door for Pam and then followed her in.
The receptionist smiled warmly at Bobby and began to speak in French. When she discovered that he spoke English, she did the same. “How can I help you?”
“We need to speak with whoever's in charge of this company,” Bobby said.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No, but this is very important.”
“I will see if his meeting is over. If it is, then you can see him.”
Bobby thanked the receptionist as she picked up a phone. A few seconds later, she confirmed that they could see the CEO. She instructed another woman to show them to his office. Pam's stomach tightened with anxiety as they were led through a darkened corridor. At the end of it, there was a door.
Pam didn't notice the name on the nameplate and she didn't recognize the face of the man who sat behind a large desk.
“Monsieur Wentworth, this is Pam and Bobby Ewing. They are here to see you.”
“I know,” he said, in an accent that didn't seem entirely French. It had more of an English tone to it. The woman left the room and Pam and Bobby were alone with him. Pam noticed that the plate on his desk said Rex Wentworth, CEO
“Please, do have a seat,” he said. Rex had dark black hair and a dark complexion.
“Thank you.” Pam and Bobby both took a seat in the large chairs across from his desk.
There was an awkward silence until Bobby spoke up. “Mr. Wentworth, we have some questions for you.”
“Well please, do ask.”
“A little over a year ago, my wife received an address and a key to a house here in Paris. This was all part of a will. But, located at that address, we didn't find a house.”
“What did you find?”
“We found Wentworth Limited. So naturally, we have a few questions as to how you figure into this.”
Rex Wentworth looked perplexed. He didn't like the idea of not knowing who these people really were. He needed to speak with his private investigator first. “I'm sorry, but I have a meeting starting in a few minutes and I really must go. If you'll leave a number, I'll gladly have my secretary give you a call later, then perhaps we can set up another appointment.”
“Look, we just need some answers.”
“I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this right now.” The woman who had led them in, came into the room and instructed them to follow her.
Reluctantly, Pam and Bobby did, both vowing to get the answers they were looking for.
Cliff wondered what the hell J.R. wanted as his old nemesis walked in. “Barnes,” was his only acknowledgement.
“What do you want?”
“Stay the hell away from my boy.” J.R. issued the threat.
“Is that the reason for this visit? I don't have him captive.”
“I know you. You got him living in that guesthouse of yours. You're going to try to corrupt him, get him on your side. Just remember Jock Ewing's his granddaddy.”
“Here's to hoping that he doesn't end up like his granddaddy did.” Cliff raised the last of his drink in a mock toast.
“You take that the hell back, Barnes.”
“J.R., you're getting me tired. Go away. I'm not going to steal your son away from you---you're paranoid.”
“And you're a loser. I'm just making you aware.” Cliff finished his drink and J.R. made a comeback. “Just like your drunk daddy, eh? Drinking on the job.”
That was it. Cliff couldn't handle it anymore. It was as if something snapped. Everything in his mind cleared out---thoughts of Pam, or Christopher. “You want to issue threats, you bastard? How's this? I'm drilling on that land across from Southfork. You're going to wake up and see huge oil rigs out your window.”
“You're bluffing.”
“Want to try me? Here!” Cliff threw some papers at him from his desk. They were the sample reports Bryan Safi had taken. He had flown in for the day a while ago, shortly after Cliff had originally called him. Cliff had kept it all very hush-hush.
“You wouldn't dare.”
“You're right, I wouldn't have---a minute ago. But you've gone over the line this time, J.R. Get out. You should be seeing a drilling team any day now.”
“I'll kill you before that happens Barnes.”
“I'd love to see you try,” Cliff sneered.
J.R. stormed out of his office...he would not let that happen if there was anything at all he could do about it…
Here are some scenes from the next episode, which will be available tomorrow night (Saturday, Nov 12). It features the wedding of Lucy and Neil along with a few other scenes:
“She's taken a turn for the worse…and we're not expecting her to make it through the night.”
Neil turned to her and smiled. “No…”
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